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Archive name: Sex-Bio3.txt
Authors name: k y o u s h u
Story Title : My Sexual Autobiography (3 of 4)
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This is NOT pornography. This is a sexual autobiography.
Every detail is TRUE -- I promise -- but the names have
been changed. If you enjoy this sexual autobio and have
comments, questions, or a fantasy or story of your own
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	I attended an extremely liberal college in the
 Northeast for one year (when I was eighteen). It was in
 a very small town but it was at most two hours away
 from five major cities, twelve hours from New York City
 and about ten hours from Chicago. Sex was very easy to
 get at this college. In my first semester I had sex
 with three women and came quite close with a fourth.

	The first was only a friend. She spent the night
 in my dorm room in my bed. We were both fully clothed.
 My roommate was sleeping in the next bed.

	We had no intention of having sex at all. In
 fact, we were sleeping in reversed positions -- my feet
 at her head, her feet at my head. Suddenly she started
 rubbing my penis. She took it out of my pants and began
 to masturbate me. I was shocked, but I wasn't going to
 stop her. She took her pants down far enough to expose
 her ass, then she turned her back to me and began rub-
 bing her bare ass against my cock. I held her ass as I
 guided my cock into her hot and wet pussy. After only
 a few minutes of movement, I pulled out and came all
 over her ass. She moaned quietly and rubbed my sperm
 into her ass cheeks and asshole. 

	I put my sticky penis back into my pants and
 went to sleep. The next morning, she was gone. For a
 while we acted as if nothing had happened. One morning,
 I visited her in her dorm room. She was dressed in
 jeans and a t-shirt, no bra, skater's sneakers, back-
 wards baseball hat -- her usual outfit. 

	Her roommate was wearing a bathrobe. We all sat
 around talking for a while until my friend and I no-
 ticed that her roommate's bathrobe was open. We could
 see her large, pale breasts swinging freely as she
 talked and gestured. This turned me on and I think it
 aroused my friend, too. Finally, her roommate got up
 and left the room to take a shower. My friend turned
 to me and asked me to fuck her, without any kind of
 prelude or warning whatsoever. I nodded and yanked my
 shorts off. She pushed her jeans down to her knees and
 got in the doggy-style position. I touched her pussy -
 it was extremely wet. I entered her with no problem.
 She moaned as we began to fuck. I asked if it was OK
 for me to cum inside of her, and she said yes, she was
 on the pill.

	This WAS in the era of AIDS (after 1981), how-
 ever, so what we did was VERY stupid. I don't recommend
 this kind of extremely casual sex to anybody.

	We finished before her roommate got back, and
 again she acted as if nothing happened. It was the last
 time we fucked, but we remained very good friends. She
 introduced me later to a woman named Katherine, who got
 my attention immediately. She was a slinky, gorgeous
 woman who was reputed to be a witch, stripper, cocaine
 user and sex fiend. I was fascinated by this woman and
 had to find out more. I discovered that she was all of
 those things and more. She was very weird and would try
 anything. One time she removed a tampon and inserted a
 new one right in front of me. She didn't care. Another
 time I found her extracting her own blood from her arm
 and leg veins and storing it in test tubes for no
 particular reason. I never had any kind of sex with
 Katherine, but her openness, freedom and sensuality
 left their mark on me. She was the first woman I saw
 who had completely shaved off all her pubic hair, which
 I found extremely exciting.

	Nothing happened between us, and I lost contact
 with her soon after the first semester ended.

	I had seen Jennifer around campus a lot, but
 only got to talk to her halfway through the semester.
 She reminded me of Rebecca in many ways. She was quite
 tough and butch, but she had long, naturally blonde
 hair. She preferred leather jackets and steel-toed
 boots, but she liked to wear lacy, intricate panties.
 She had huge breasts and full, sensuous lips, but
 callused hands and scabby knees. Jennifer and I stayed
 up talking all night and ended up sleeping together.
 She was rough and active during foreplay, but once sex
 started she would lose interest. She really enjoyed
 oral sex, reaming, spanking, and other things, but she
 never really got into the actual act of intercourse.
 Jennifer was also a very sad person.

	She was constantly depressed and it seemed that
 we usually had sex out of boredom. After the first few
 times, the novelty wore off, and we had a huge fight
 that ended up being a physical confrontation. She was
 a big, strong woman and nearly kicked my ass, but some-
 how I ended up physically throwing her out of my dormi-
 tory. She never spoke to me after that, and I don't
 blame her. If I could do it all over again I never
 would have slept with Jennifer because of the bad
 emotions that went with the mediocre sex.

	The next woman I began to sleep with was named
 Serena. She was a twenty-two-year-old, dark-skinned
 white woman, maybe with Greek ancestry.

	She was fat. There's no other way to say it.
 Fat, as I've happily discovered, feels great in bed.
 Fat people are not necessarily ugly people. Serena had
 small breasts with huge nipples, a wide, soft belly,
 large thighs, and a voluptuous ass. If you saw her
 entire body when she was standing naked, you might
 compare her to those "earth mother" figurines from
 Asia and Africa. Although she wasn't obese, or un-
 healthy. Just fleshy. Chubby, if you will. Serena had
 long, black hair, dark brown eyes, and olive-brown skin
 that I considered the height of physical perfection.
 When we fucked, I loved to lick the sweat from between
 her breasts because it was so deliciously sour. Her
 pussy tasted wonderful, and I loved drinking her cum.
 I sucked her toes and fingers for hours, reveling in
 the musky taste of her Mediterranean skin. She was
 absolutely gorgeous, and I was deeply in lust with
 her. We used condoms every time we had intercourse,
 although sometimes we'd have unprotected oral sex. I
 think she was as excited about my body as I was about
 hers. One of her favorite things to do was take my
 scrotum into her mouth and suck and lick it. She liked
 the taste of my genitals and my ass. She loved sucking
 my nipples. In fact, I think she was more enthusiastic
 about sucking my nipples than I was about sucking hers.
 We had sex two or three times daily and on the weekends
 did not leave her room.

	The strange thing about it was that I had always
 thought that Serena was a lesbian. She hung out with
 the lesbians, dressed like the lesbians and generally
 acted like the lesbians. When I say "the lesbians" I
 mean the lesbian community within this small liberal
 college. I do not mean "lesbians" as a whole. In fact,
 there were two lesbian communities at this college: the
 hardcore, ultrafeminist lesbians, who shaved their
 heads and wore leather jackets, and the softer, hippie
 lesbians, who were definitely feminists and radicals
 but preferred a sort of Grateful Dead style to a Dead
 Kennedys style. Serena hung out with the former group
 of lesbians, the hippies, and looked like them, so I
 naturally assumed she was also a hippie lesbian. She
 wasn't.

	I learned a lot during this first semester, of
 course, but I'd like to make a note of a certain social
 lesson made clear to me about nudity. Everybody likes
 to look at naked people, but if nudity is the norm then
 it loses its power. I know that seems obvious, but I
 only saw that in practice at this college. Women
 thought nothing of removing their shirts on hot days
 and walking around topless like the men. We had sweat
 lodges and shower sweats where all the participants
 would be buck naked, and nobody cared. One campus event
 was called the "community swim," which was a nice
 euphemism for "mass skinny dipping." Anywhere from ten
 to fifty students would show up, and we'd all jump in
 the college pool naked, playing pool games, diving off
 the diving board or just relaxing and socializing.
 Nudity didn't matter when everybody was naked. Enough
 lecture. 

	This particular college had a mandatory work-
 study program. For the year's four quarters, you had
 to either study on campus or work at a college-approved
 job. I chose to go to Camarillo, California to work at
 a mental-health institution (the one made famous by the
 Eagles' song "Hotel California").

	There I met Elizabeth, who was one of the
 kinkiest women I've ever known. Elizabeth was a twenty-
 five-year-old graduate student. Her face was plain, but
 her optimistic and cheerful personality made up for
 that. She, too, was gifted with fat in all the right
 places -- large breasts, belly, thighs and ass. Her
 flesh was warm to the touch, smooth and sweet. She had
 scattered freckles and moles all over her body, and the
 largest pair of nipples I've ever seen. I was entranced
 and I think she liked me too.

	We got started one night when she'd been drink-
 ing wine and we were playing cards. I suggested strip
 poker. She was amenable, and so we began. Naturally, I
 cheated like crazy and eventually she was sitting
 across from me naked, one arm folded across her
 breasts, the other arm in front of her where she held
 her cards in her hand. I was down to my underwear. I
 suggested that we play for sexual favors, and she said
 no at first but eventually warmed to the idea. So I
 stripped off my underwear and we got on the bed. She
 was the first woman I met who could deep-throat a cock,
 so I was pleasantly surprised when I felt her nose and
 chin bump into my balls as she took my entire cock into
 her throat. She really liked to suck cock, but it made
 her eyes water and she couldn't do it for long. I asked
 her to let me suck her pussy, but she said no and ex-
 plained why.

	Apparently, she was dating a co-worker who was
 much older (about 33 or 35) and wanted only him to have
 her pussy. A little more questioning revealed that this
 other man had had a vasectomy and so they could freely
 fuck without worrying about pregnancy. Neither of us
 had any birth control, and she didn't want me to suck
 her pussy because then she would want me to fuck her. I
 assured her that I wouldn't try to fuck her even with
 her permission, and so she said it was OK for me to go
 down on her. I did, and it was delicious. She asked me
 to lick, suck and finger her ass, and I did that eager-
 ly. Soon I had two fingers in her pussy, two fingers in
 her ass and my tongue flicking across her clit. Her
 fingers were wrapped in my hair and she was grinding
 her warm, wet crotch against my face. It was fabulous.

	Soon after she came, she admitted that she real-
 ly liked anal play. I asked her if I could fuck her ass
 since she couldn't get pregnant that way. She agreed to
 that and soon she was on her hands and knees, moaning
 as I slid my cock into her lovely, large ass. She
 bucked her hips to meet me and masturbated frantically
 as I fucked her ass. I was aroused beyond description
 and became like an animal, thrusting rapidly and
 rhythmically, digging my fingers into her breasts,
 biting her shoulder, grunting in time to her groans of
 pleasure. She begged me not to come in her ass, and so
 I pulled out at the last minute and jerked myself off.
 I was ready to come on her ass when she turned around,
 laid on her back and opened her mouth.

	I ejaculated into her mouth, on her chin and
 over her breasts while she smiled and moaned and rubbed
 my semen into her skin. We went to sleep that night
 wrapped around each other, enjoying the smell and feel
 of sex on each other's bodies.

	The next week Elizabeth introduced me to golden
 showers. She stripped the sheets off the bed and asked
 me to lay down on the mattress. We were both naked. She
 got on top of me and squatted over my cock, then leaned
 over to kiss me as she began to piss on my cock. The
 feel of her hot liquid splashing forcefully over my
 cock gave me an instant erection, and I begged her to
 let me fuck her, but she refused, grinning madly. Be-
 fore we finished with our water sports, she had pissed
 all over me and let me piss on her tits and belly. Then
 we engaged in a very long-lasting 69, concentrating on
 drawing out the intense pleasure. When we came, it was
 amazing... I can remember every detail of it. I remem-
 ber the sensation of ejaculating into her mouth, I can
 remember her thighs squeezing my ears as she flooded my
 tongue with pussy cum, I can remember the once-warm
 urine, now cold, in puddles around us on the mattress.
 I remember the combined smells of acrid piss, hot cum,
 and sweaty bodies hovering in the room.

	After I left Camarillo I lost contact with
 Elizabeth, which was more my fault than hers. I went
 back to my liberal college for one semester and met a
 bunch of new people. The first two I actually slept
 with were a black woman from Africa whose native lan-
 guage was French, and a white woman from Germany. The
 black woman's name was Helen and the white woman's name
 was Helena, oddly enough. Helen was a lesbian who liked
 to date men; Helena was a straight woman who didn't
 like to wear clothes. They were roommates and hung out
 together constantly. You could tell them from a mile
 off: there was a black woman with dreadlocks and color-
 ful clothes, and a white woman wearing sandals and very
 little else. They certainly made a unique pair, and the
 night I spent with them would probably be someone
 else's fantasy come true.

	It was after a community swim. We'd seen each
 other naked, played pool volleyball and tag, laughed
 and kidded around in the student center, and just
 basically hung out together. They invited me back to
 their dorm room to help with a photography project.
 Naturally it involved nudity. So, believe or not, I
 spent part of the evening taking pictures of a gorgeous
 African woman and a beautiful German woman in nude
 poses together. Even as it was happening, I thought to
 myself that some men would kill to be able to do this.
 Finally, we all got tired and climbed into Helen's
 small bed.

	We cuddled up together and of course there was
 some half-serious fondling, followed by some serious
 fondling, then some groping, and foreplay. We mastur-
 bated each other and explored our bodies thoroughly.
 (There wasn't really any intercourse to speak of,
 though Helena and I tried a little dry-humping.) I
 think that out of all the incidents in my life, this
 is the one people are probably going to accuse me of
 making up since it seems so unlikely and yet so much
 like many fantasies. Strangely, it hasn't been a main
 feature of my own fantasies. After that night, the
 three of us hardly spoke because of the tension that
 the three-way caused, which was unfortunate. I think
 we all wanted it to happen again.

	After Helen and Helena, I met Monique. Monique
 was a half-Brazilian bisexual witch. No joke. Her best
 female friend was also a bisexual witch, and they
 longed for each other but the two never got together
 until after I was long gone. Her best male friend was
 a gay witch, and he longed for me, but nothing ever
 came of it. Her closest colleague, a fellow writer,
 also wanted to fuck me, but never succeeded. This is a
 story about one of the weirdest nights of my life,
 when I was caught in a nexus of desire.

	It was a Friday night, and the Writer's Group
 had just finished their weekly meeting. I was hanging
 out with Monique (the bisexual witch), Darnell (the gay
 witch), and Jo (the female writer). All of them wanted
 me pretty badly, but of course in my ignorance I had no
 idea that anybody wanted to sleep with me. I just liked
 hanging out with these guys. We adjourned to an attic
 of an abandoned house and sat around telling silly and
 scary stories. I think Jo and Darnell had gotten a
 little high before the meeting and were thus a little
 looser than they would normally have been.

	Darnell sat right next to me, which I thought
 nothing of, because at this point I was decidely not
 homophobic and didn't think one way or another about
 gays. Live and let live was (and is) my philosophy. We
 all told stories in the dark attic until about two a.m.
 Monique suggested that we have a "slumber party" some-
 place, but nobody had a room with a big bed. I knew of
 a room where we could all sleep -- my neighbor's room
 was unlocked and she was out of town. She'd asked me
 to look after it while she was gone. She had an enor-
 mous futon and I knew we could fit all four of us on
 it. So we left the abandoned house and headed for my
 neighbor's dorm room.

	In the room, we got ready for bed. Darnell slept
 next to me, Jo slept between Darnell and Monique, and
 Monique slept on the edge of the bed. I was on the
 other edge. I took off my shirt and shoes. Darnell
 removed his shirt, revealing a hairy chest. My own
 chest was (and is) hairless and smooth, so I didn't
 (and don't) like hairy chests (on men OR women).

	Monique took off her dress and shoes, leaving
 only her panties and t-shirt. Jo topped them both by
 stripping completely naked, uttering some apology about
 being used to sleeping alone, and then we all climbed
 into bed.

	This isn't going to be some kind of bisexual
 orgy story. Nothing happened. Each person was trying
 to seduce me in some way, but it didn't really work
 since I was clueless. I mean, Jo had a very nice body,
 it was lithe and flat and strong - but at that point I
 was used to casual female nudity.

	Eventually, I got together with Monique because
 I spent the night with her alone. She made the first
 move (as well as the second and third moves) and got me
 in bed with her. I was amenable, even though I didn't
 like her filterless Camels smoker's breath. Monique was
 ready for anything in bed. We did everything together.
 She didn't like to go down on me, but she loved for me
 to eat her pussy and lick her ass. She was an enthusi-
 astic ass-licker, and sometimes we'd get in the 69
 position and instead of oral sex we'd just ream each
 other for long periods of time. Monique's hair (scalp
 and pubic) was dyed with henna, which matched exactly
 the color of her nipples. For some reason I found this
 very exciting. I liked to tease Monique orally -- lick
 her nipples, suck them, then lick her pussy and ass,
 then suck her toes -- I could do it for at least an
 hour. She loved the attention, of course. She never
 asked me to fuck her in the ass, but when I wanted to
 she agreed and enjoyed it. She liked the feel of my
 semen in her ass and pussy and would often stick her
 finger into a just-fucked orifice and bring it to her
 mouth so she could taste my sperm. We pissed on each
 other in the shower a few times, but it didn't seem to
 excite either of us that much. We played lots of mind
 games as well as sex games. 

	In one game, one person would be the "talker"
 and other wasn't allowed to speak unless the "talker"
 gave permission. Then the talker would fuck the
 listener and describe everything, talk aimlessly, give
 stream-of-consciousness rants about sex, etc. In
 another game, we'd try to prolong orgasm as long as
 possible, or try to give each other multiple orgasms
 within a certain time limit. Monique is one of the few
 women who was able to make me ejaculate several times
 in the space of an hour.

	The problem eventually turned out to be that
 Monique was too amenable, at least in my distorted
 opinion. She would agree to anything I suggested, in
 bed or otherwise, and that disturbed me. It reminded
 me too much of Mike, the mentally ill man I had en-
 countered earlier in my life -- so eager to please,
 willing to do anything for me. And so when I went on
 my second work-study program, I allowed us to drift
 apart and break up long-distance, which was an incre-
 dibly shitty thing for me to do.

	To change the subject quickly, let me relate
 something I learned which I found quite arousing.
 Monique's friend Tina, the other bisexual witch, wrote
 me a letter in which she confessed to sucking and
 fucking a dog. She told me that when she was very
 young, maybe fourteen or fifteen, she sucked off her
 family's dog and then allowed it to fuck her several
 times.

	This thrilled me to no end. I masturbated to
 this image several times, and wondered why I was so
 amazed by it when I had done it myself. It was good
 to know that somebody else out there had fucked a dog
 besides me.

	My second work-study was in Atlanta, GA where I
 worked for an environmental group. The job was boring
 but my living situation was great. I was rooming with a
 couple, Jeff and Cindy, who fucked a lot and were quite
 exhibitionistic. In fact, I have pictures of them naked
 that they permitted me to take. (Perhaps I'll upload
 them some day...) 

	They let me watch as Cindy sucked Jeff off in
 the tub, and they had no qualms about fucking very
 loudly when I was just in the next room. I'm pretty
 sure that Cindy wanted me to join them in a threesome,
 and most of the time Jeff was uncomfortable with the
 idea. Once, though, Jeff and Cindy chased me around
 the house, trying to get me to let Jeff suck my cock.

	Jeff was saying, "No, I'll really do it, I'll
 really suck his dick," trying to open my zipper, and
 Cindy was saying, "No you won't, you're just bluffing,"
 and I was saying, "That's OK, you don't have to prove
 anything!" Secretly of course I wanted Jeff to suck my
 cock and swallow my sperm. I wanted Cindy to suck me
 too. In fact, if they had ever invited me into their
 bed I would have accepted without hesitation no matter
 what they wanted me to do with them.

	Jeff and Cindy, although they swore they'd be
 together forever, eventually broke up. Cindy moved to
 Minneapolis and got heavily into bondage and the bi-
 sexual scene. She wrote me a long, arousing letter
 about getting tied up and having a woman lick her pussy
 while she sucked a man's cock. I was happy for her, but
 I haven't heard from Jeff since I left Atlanta.

	After Atlanta I moved to Memphis, TN. At my new
 job, I met a woman I'll call Jane. Jane was almost ten
 years older than me and bent on seducing me. I wasn't
 going to fight her off, and after some prolonged flirt-
 ing and infrequent "serious" discussions, we were fuck-
 ing like crazy. Jane was crazed in bed -- the most
 physically active woman I'd ever slept with. She would
 thrust her hips hard and fast against my hips for as
 long as my cock was inside her. She only got tired
 after we were finished. She would scream and moan and
 yell and curse out loud when I ate her delicious pussy
 with its fluffy pubic hair and fat, tasty labia. She
 would hold my face by the ears and hair, pressing it
 into her body when I licked her ass or stuck my tongue
 in her asshole. She would forcibly shove my face into
 her breasts, ordering me to suck and bite her nipples.
 
	She would demand that I fuck her. She would
 always tell me explicitly where she wanted my sperm:
 "Cum in my pussy." "Cum in my mouth." "Cum on my tits."
 "Cum on my ass." "Cum on my belly."  She always
 articulated her desire in the most verbally filthy way
 possible. "Give me head." "Fuck my cunt." "Suck my
 tits." "Lick your cum off my belly." And so on.

	Jane had a great body. She had small, cute, sexy
 breasts with large nipples, a long, flat belly which
 curved outward to her abdomen and then back inward to
 her beautiful pussy. Her ass and thighs were large and
 sweet. She had gorgeous legs. Jane was the first woman
 I slept with who was as beautiful as a model. She had a
 tiny nose, sharp cheekbones, almond-shaped eyes, per-
 fect hair, and a sharp, sexy grin.

	Jane loved to fuck, but since she had been sex-
 ually abused as a child by a man who held her down and
 raped her, we could not do it in the missionary posi-
 tion. That was how she remembered her abuser -- him on
 top of her. She loved to fuck in the female superior
 position or doggy style. She told me once that her
 uterus was out of place in her body, which made her
 cunt a lot tighter than it should have been, and that
 fucking doggy style heightened all sensations for her.
 Fucking Jane always resulted in dozens of scratches,
 some bruises and lots of sweat. We always collapsed
 and sometimes didn't bother to clean up. We fucked in
 her bed mostly, but fooled around in the shower a few
 times.

	It's been a long time since I've had sex with
 Jane but I fantasize about it regularly. Sex with her
 was so intense, so passionate and so enjoyable on a
 base, animalistic level that I will never forget it.
 It will always be something that I want. Even now as I
 type this my cock swells from the memory. I don't think
 Jane and I ever had bad sex, or sex that was less than
 exhausting.

	While dating Jane, I cheated on her. This was
 the first time I had ever cheated on a woman. I felt
 very bad about it afterwards, and while I was fucking
 the other woman I couldn't stop thinking about Jane and
 how hurt she would be if she found out. The other woman
 was named Sarah, and was another example of how abso-
 lutely sexy fat women can be. Sarah had fat cheeks, fat
 breasts, a fat stomach and a fat ass, but take my word
 for it -- she was jaw-droppingly attractive, both
 clothed and naked. We fucked twice in one night and
 that was the extent of my affair. Sarah was the only
 woman I knew who could have orgasms very easily from
 penetration alone. I only had two orgasms, but I think
 she had at least four. She was very loud -- a screamer
 -- and liked to wrap her legs around me when we fucked.
 The actual sex acts weren't that unusual, but her re-
 actions were.

	I sometimes wish that there could have been a
 way for me to enjoy sex with her more, but oh well,
 that's life.

	I'd like to take a minute now and discuss my
 experiences with fat women. When I say "fat" I don't
 mean "100 pounds overweight," not that there's anything
 wrong with that (ever seen FatGirl magazine?). I mean
 maybe ten, twenty-five or forty pounds over the
 ridiculous, allegedly "normal" weight. Women just can't
 live up to the waifish model-with-anorexia image that
 is endorsed by the fashion magazines, TV shows, etc.
 Most women are at least a little heavier than Kate
 Moss, right? Besides, can you imagine having sex with
 Kate Moss? She's so bony. It would be like fucking a
 piece of wooden furniture. No, give me women (and men!)
 who maintain healthy, soft, rounded, muscular bodies.

	Pardon my digression. Anyway, after Jane and I
 broke up, I met Sheryl. Sheryl was sexually voracious,
 but she let me initiate everything. She wasn't into any
 kind of weird sex and I must admit that it was kind of
 disappointing. I loved to eat her pussy though, mostly
 for the taste and excitement but partially because of
 her reactions. Sheryl allowed me to tie her up and
 shave her pubic hair. She also enjoyed spanking, oral
 sex, and tying me up in turn. Despite all this, it
 seemed pretty vanilla, largely because she wasn't very
 enthusiastic for experimentation despite her prodigious
 sexual appetite. She was so cute and sexy. We broke up
 after two and a half years of a mostly great relation-
 ship that was accompanied by much self-denial -- you
 see, her attitudes towards weirdness in sex were
 duplicated in her daytime life. She'd put up with
 eccentricity but didn't encourage it. In fact, she
 didn't understand it at all. But this is probably more
 than you want to know.

to be concluded in part four. . .