My name is Kristen Suarez O'Leary and I have a story to share. My husband Harry O'Leary and I are probably the kinkiest people on the planet. We met when we were both twenty, studying Criminal Justice at city college. Harry went on to become a State Trooper. I became a small-town cop and I liked it for a while but I ended up retiring early and teaching at the local community college instead.
Harry and I are as different as can be. I stand five feet eleven inches tall, with light bronze skin, short red hair and pale gray eyes. I am part Mexican and part Irish. Harry is a six-foot-two, red-haired, golden-eyed African-American stud with Roman Catholic roots. I'm deeply conservative. He's a raging liberal. I'm a Republican. He's a Democrat. I love Sympathy For The Devil by the Rolling Stones. He listens to Pop starlets like Spears and Moore. Need I say more? Yet we love each other. We have a lot in common, too. You see, we're both bisexual.
I discovered my bisexuality at the age of nineteen in the arms of my best friend Josephine. She was a tall, gorgeous redhead from France. We were just hanging out at her apartment, watching a movie while sitting on the couch when she put the moves on me. I was wearing a red T-shirt and blue shorts. Josephine wore a tank top and shorts. She looked so sexy it was intoxicating. She started touching my thigh and asking me if I liked it. Next thing I knew, she had me naked on her couch. Josephine really knew her way around the female body. I think most lesbians do. She kissed me, and sucked on my breasts. When she spread my legs and began licking my pussy, I thought I was going to pass out.
Josephine fingered my pussy and ate me out. I was lying on the floor at this point, moaning and begging for more. She continued to work me up, lapping and fingering my sweet spot, until I came in a gushing torrent of cum. I had never experienced an orgasm before. I think I screamed loud enough to wake the dead that night. anyway, it was my first time with another woman. I will remember it until the day that I die. Josephine and I became lovers. I had a serious crush on her. She liked me, but she had other lovers. Women I never met. Josephine doesn't like to commit. She's a serial seducer. Got my heart broken too, but I got over it. There were other women, and even men, in my life but that's a story for another time.
The first man I ever slept with was my future husband Harry. The tall, sexy black stud whom all the chicks on campus seemed to want. He was one of the luminaries of the criminal justice program and also the son of the town's police captain. He came from a long line of police officers. His father and even his sister and brother were all cops. Good men and women, the whole bunch of them. Good looks ran in the family. Harry and I became pals of a sort. We met at the YMCA while playing basketball. He was taller and more athletic than I was, but I was determined to give him a run for his money. Our first match against each other ended in sixty versus fifty six. He won, but I made him work for it. Never let it be said that I was easy.
I found myself attracted to Harry. He was so handsome, easy going and fun to hang with. He was also made me the envy of so many chicks on campus. Our first time was in his car. Yeah, I know. Not exactly original but hell, I liked it. We were just making out after watching an action movie when I decided to go all the way with him. The sexy stud smiled, produced condoms out of thin air, and we got it on. Harry kissed me, and pulled me closer to him. He kissed my neck, caressed my breasts and cupped my firm buttocks in his strong hands. I wanted him so badly I could burst.
I climbed on top of him right after he put on the condom. I wanted to feel him inside of me. I wanted to know what it was like. Harry held me by the hips and thrust into me. I gasped as he entered me. It hurt a bit, as to be expected, but felt kind of good. I felt hot inside and only he could slake my thirst for more. He took me hard, and fast. Our first time was swift, passionate, even violent. First, I was riding his cock and he was thrusting into my pussy while looking into my eyes. I was screaming like a banshee, loving every moment of it.
Then, I was on all fours, banging against the dash board and he took me from behind. He grabbed my hands and pushed me down on the bent seat as he ravished me. I screamed as he thrust into me. I had never been taken like this before, not even by Josephine and her strap on during some of her most passionate nights. Harry fucked me. It was intense, violent, swift and fun. I've never been taken like this before. And I absolutely craved more. We used up who knows how many condoms that night, before lying exhausted in the car, covered with sweat and gasping for air. This was an experience which I would never forget. Yep, definitely.
Harry and I became a couple a few months after our first time. Both of us had other people in our prospects. I was experimenting with Leanne, a gorgeous blonde woman from Kentucky who came to liberal haven Massachusetts to explore her budding bisexuality. We had a lot of fun together. I was also involved with a sexy black woman named Katherine, who played on the Women's Basketball team. Meanwhile, Harry was publicly involved with a young woman named Sharon. I've met Sharon. She's a thick, curvy black chick who has a thing for football players, fortunately for Harry, the Football star.
The first time I discovered that Harry was bisexual was quite by accident. The school was having a major rally and all the jocks were there. Young men from the Rugby team, the Soccer team, the Wrestling team, the Basketball team, the Swim team, the Baseball team and the Football team. The female jocks were there too. Female Wrestlers, Basketball players, Soccer players, Softball players, Swimmers and Polo players. Our school took sports seriously. Back in those days, we were roughly fifty percent male and fifty percent female. An ideal ratio if you ask me, though there weren't enough racial minorities.
Harry was there, with sexy Sharon on his arm while talking to some of his Football buddies. I watched him while trying not to see the nasty looks Sharon shot me. Harry excused himself, and went off with his pal Joe, a tall young Haitian-American football player. Sharon pouted, and went back to her lady friends. I'm not really into parties, they're not my thing. Anything with more than ten people seems crowded to me. Still, people were mingling and after fun. I walked off by myself, and headed past the Student Center, toward the gym. I walked by the library, and paused. I thought I heard something. Naturally, I went to investigate.
What I saw amazed me. There were two men in the room, and they were having sex. From where I saw, I couldn't really see their faces but I could tell that both of them were black. The black man had his dark-skinned lover on his back and was thrusting into him like there was no tomorrow. They screamed passionately as they fucked. I had never seen anything like this. I came closer, and gasped in shock. You will never guess who the two men were. Okay, here goes nothing. Joe, college football star, was getting fucked by his muscular teammate Harry, the sexy black stud. I couldn't believe my eyes!
