Hi, my name is Crystal, I am 22 years old, and I have been married for 5 months. I have a rather as it has turned out, a naughty and unexpected story to tell. If anyone had told me or shown me a written story about me like this, I would have laughed in their faces and told them go and have a cold shower.
Let me tell you about me. I am not very tall, I stand at 5ft 3" I have shoulder length reddish brown hair and green eyes, and I am very tempting or so I'm told. I'm not bad looking, and have a good body, my defining assets are my boobs, they are 40c, are explosively sensitive. I am like your normal sex loving girl; I had sex for the first time in my biology class.
His name was Malcolm Devon, same age as me, 18, and had even less experience than I had. But he was the schools dishiest boy, all the girls chased him, including me, but I was the one that got him, and he got me too. To be honest I never thought much of the sex we had, looking back, I wonder how he managed to get it in before he came.
However, in the back of my mind I knew it could only be better in the future; I just needed someone to show me the way. That person turned out to be my then boyfriend's dad. I had gone round to his house as arranged only to find he had gone out. I was already feeling a bit down for some reason. When his divorced dad told me he wasn't there, I just burst into tears, the, 'nobody loves me kind' of tears.
He ushered me into their living room where he sat me on the sofa, he sat with me, put his arm around me to comfort me. He told me all sorts of lovely things, like.
"I don't understand him, here you are a stunningly beautiful girl, and he's cleared off some where." I smiled through my tears and thanked him.
Then he said, "If you were mine I'd never leave you alone for one minute." I snuggled in closer when he said that. His arm tightened around me. "You really are beautiful Crystal; every thing about you shouts class!" I raised my head up, smiled and thanked him again, and he kissed me.
I felt so grateful so needed, and I felt he really did care about me. I kissed him back before I broke away, saying it was wrong, that we shouldn't do this.
"Yes I know Crystal," he said, "but you are so irresistible, it's hard not to want to kiss you." So again we kissed, and there were no further protests from me. He got my boobs, then my nipples, and in moments I was under his spell, and a few minutes more I was under him with his cock deeply buried in my slightly hairy pussy.
My boyfriends' dad was the one that showed me the path to true lovemaking. It was wondrous; I didn't know what a climax was until he gave it to me. Stars burst all around me, my body floated, my toes curled, and I cried with the sheer thrill of my first ever proper orgasm. And, let me tell you, I had had dozens more because of him, he taught me about sex.
He also showed me that I could be a real slut in the bedroom, it came as a bit of a surprise to me, but he only had to say something and I was up for it, especially when his neighbour and friend was around for a drink, when opportunity presented itself they would have me all over, and soon in every hole. I loved being subjected to all sorts of rude an unimaginable things.
I started trying to find boyfriends who had dishy fathers, and then I started trying for older men, therefore cutting out the silly boy children. I was successful at times and my sex life improved, but I wanted to settle down and marry, so the older men had to go, sadly.
I met my future husband when I was twenty, my sister, who is a year younger than me married before I did, which I wasn't happy about. And the man she married, who is really nice, is black boy. It didn't suit all of our family but it was okay with me. I wondered what made her go black, was it just love, or maybe the stories were true about the sexual prowess and dick size.
I was engaged at the time of her wedding, my future hubby and I were sort of the main guests, both of our parents couldn't quite make the leap from white to black. His parents were fantastic, we all had a ball, and I have to say, I thought her new father in law was as dishy as hell! I found myself near him several times and each time I got tongue tied.
He seemed to realise this and in a quiet moment assured me that he understood? "And maybe," he said, "you have a thing for black yourself, just like you're sister," and with that he walked off Leaving me breathless and, I hate to say it, drooling. I saw him a few times after that, here and there, well, we were part of the same family. But each time we met, he always had this infuriating knowing look on his face, I hated it, but it also made my pussy drip at times.
My wedding came and went in much the same way my sisters had. Everyone had a good time, and later that night, I was still in my wedding dress, I found myself sitting next to him. After a few pleasantries, he told me, before leaving me screwed to the floor, and glued to my seat, and it was a good job I was sitting down.
"You look fabulous Crystal," he said, "your dress is beautiful, just like you." I thanked him, his words were perfect for me, I felt a surge of desire. Then he said.
"I would love to fuck your brains out with my big black cock, whilst you are still wearing your dress Crystal!" And he was gone. I had an immediate mini orgasm, I shuddered and squiggled on my chair, I couldn't get up, and my pussy was boiling over.
I looked across the room for my new husband, but my eyes fell upon my sister's father in law, he smiled and winked at me, the bastard knew what he had done, what he had achieved. Then he turned his back and left me stewing, what, could I say, what could I do? Nothing that's what, nothing at all!
I love my man, but I loved the slut in me for wanting to be used too, insulted, debased, and browbeaten by a powerful man such as my old boyfriend's dad. I had already decided, or knew, that the first one to find me, married or not, would turn out to be a happy man, and almost certainly a very surprised one at that!
And lo and behold one had found me, and I had just been married only hours earlier. And it was in the shape of my sisters' father in law. I suddenly knew that he knew me, the inner me! How though, I hadn't ogled him or leered at him, flirted in any way, not even flashed my eyes. Was I that obvious to a knowing man, a man who could see the slut in me, in a woman?
What he had just said about fucking my brains out with his big black cock, whilst still wearing my wedding gown, was astronomically arousing to me the more I ran his words around in my head. I headed off to the bathroom to relieve myself in more ways than one! I never made it!
Walking down the corridor, a black hand took my arm and I found myself in a cleaner's cupboard of the hotel. Turning me around, my sisters FIL kissed me, as soon as he stopped he hiked my wedding dress up to my waist, spun me around, bent me over the small desk in there, ripped my panties off and he fucked me. I had hardly drawn breath, one minute I was in the corridor, the next I'm bent over with the biggest cock I had ever had, and it was a black cock too, I was having it rammed all the way up my newly married pussy.
I squealed as quietly as I could, he hammered into me for only a minute or even less, I came 3 or 4 times or more. Then, that all knowing grunt a man does when he shoots his load, and I was full to my ears with hot steaming cum. He pulled out, grabbed some tissues, jammed them between my legs, pulled my dress down, opened and peeked out of the door, and I was all alone with my scrambled brain, and seething pussy.
I collected my senses and did the same thing as he did, I made my way to the ladies bathroom where I cleaned all the cum I could out of me, washed myself, tried to make myself look the way I had less than 10 minutes ago, and half staggered back to my loving husband.
