Revolutionary Opportunity - Sex Stories

Revolutionary Opportunity

... train before the weekend. "One more thing," Jack said. "Yes?" "Some of the men here at the club can get, well you know, a little fresh with their hands touching some of the girls," Jack said while looking straight at Kristen as if trying to gauge her reaction. When he detected none he added, "But I guess with a body like yours you're probably used to that kind of stuff." Kristen smiled. "Not really, Frank Grayson is my boyfriend, my guy since I was sixteen." That news made Jack stiffen. Kristen noticed with the same satisfaction as always whenever guys learned about Frank. A year older than her, Frank was in his second year at Penn State and had already gained quite a reputation as last season's starting freshman linebacker for the Lions. With two games of the new season already under his belt Frank was receiving as much coverage in sports pages across the state as any of the players. The hulking threat of his punishing on-field performance seemed to cast a protective cloak around Kristen wherever she went. Frank got angry when Kristen told him about taking the job at the club. "The men's golf lounge? I was there once. You have to wear those hot pants?" "You were there? "Yeah a booster took me there last year. It might be considered a 'gift' so I'm not supposed to tell anyone. I don't like the idea of you working there. I'm surprised you took the job." "Why?" Kristen asked, but she knew why, she liked seeing Frank get possessive of her. "Those waitresses are all really ...

... sexy, is all, and those men..." Frank said before Kristen interrupted. "Well I'M really sexy aren't I?" "Yes, baby," Frank said putting his arms around her then looking right into her eyes, "but you're MY sexy baby." "And I will always be your sexy baby, Frank. You know how much I love you," Kristen stood on her tip toes and pushed her lips up against his. All of Kristen's sexual experience had come from Frank. He had taken her virginity after school in his bedroom when she was just sixteen. He was big and menacing and she loved him because of it. He fucked her hard, driven by some deep need, even that first time. Led Zeppelin's Stairway to Heaven played loud enough to mask her screams of the initial pain from him puncturing her. She "bled buckets" before being swept along on the shear joy of being made love to for the very first time. To this day Kristen considers the experience wonderful. She fell even more in love with him and gave herself completely to him, clung to him with a willingness to do anything he wanted and more, everything she could imagine he wanted. Her imagination was richer then his. Fueled with books and magazine articles about ways to satisfy her man, Kristen spent much of her time conjuring ways to make him happy. She loved blowing him, flitting her tongue over the swollen head before engulfing it with her mouth. She kept working her tongue against that most sensitive area even as she milked it hard with her lips. She swallowed his cum the very first time, ...