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   Confessions 3.

   Monday was great.  We had a lovely time in the afternoon, spreading out
our duvets on the floor to get more room for our activities.  In the
evening, we did the same thing.

   Tuesday afternoon almost ended in catastrophe, when mom came home
unexpectedly.  We barely managed to get dressed before she came up to our
rooms to see why we didn't come down when she called for us.  After that,
we decided not to undress in the afternoon, unless we were absolutely sure
that we wouldn't be disturbed.

   Mom and dad never entered our rooms, after we had gone to bed.  They
would look for light seeping out under the door, when they themselves went
to bed, but that was always an hour or more after we had retreated.

   The afternoons were still exciting.  We would caress, kiss and arouse
each other to the point where we were just about to throw all caution
aside. I wouldn't allow Annie to bring me to orgasm, because I was afraid
of staining our clothes and Annie would normally not let me bring her to
orgasm, because I couldn't join her.  I told her I didn't mind, because it
was so exciting to bring her to orgasm, (almost as good as getting one
myself), but Annie felt it was kind of lonely to be the only one to have an
orgasm.

   I was very content with the way we pleased each other.  I knew there
were other ways, but, right then, I didn't feel the need to explore those
ways.  It was all so new, so wonderful and so much better than doing it
alone and that was all I could think about.

   Annie, on the other hand, was the adventurous type.  She probably also
knew a lot more than I did, from her friends on the gymnastic team.  And
she dared to express her desires.  Monday, she had showed me how to
penetrate her with a finger or two, to heighten the sensation for her.  She
also taught me that her nipples and nub became oversensitive after an
orgasm and that I should stop rubbing her there at that point.  I could
easily relate to that.  Annie was able to sense that sort of thing, without
needing to be told.

   Thursday afternoon had been three hours of sultry kissing and caressing,
mixed with periods of frantic caresses, bringing each other to the brink. I
was in a daze the rest of the day and I think Annie remained very aroused
too.

   We showered in no time at all.  I hardly had time to arrange the duvets
on the floor, before Annie came out of the bathroom.  We started kissing
and feeling each other's naked bodies, but after a minute or two, Annie
pulled back and looked me deep in the eyes.

   'Will you do something for me?' she asked.

   'Yes,' I answered without hesitation; I would do anything for her.

   'Will you . . .' she bit her lip and blushed, 'kiss me down there?'

   Although I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do, I had heard about
"going down on a girl" and it had been a part of some of my fantasies. 
Blurred, but definitely exciting!

   'OK,' I replied and nodded.

   Annie spread her legs to make room for me and I crawled in between them.
The smell of her excitement was very strong as I brought my face close to
her crotch.  Tentatively, I planted a kiss on her lips.

   'More.  Use your tongue like you use your finger.'

   I don't really know what I had imagined I was to do, but the thought of
licking her there was a bit strange.  However, I wanted to please her and I
knew it was something that was common practice, so I parted her lips with
my fingers and put the tip of my tongue on the little nub.

   'Yesss,' Annie sighed and pushed herself against me.

   The taste wasn't foul, as I halfway had expected, considering what
bodily function that part of the body also performed.  I licked her a
little cautiously in the beginning, but soon it felt very exciting.  The
smell, the taste and the way she looked and sounded.  I enjoyed it, I loved
it and I loved the reaction I got from her.  I let a finger slip into her
wet tunnel.  Annie moaned quietly and put her hands on my head, pressing me
against her crotch.

   It became a short, wild ride.  A few minutes was all it took.  Annie put
a pillow over her mouth to muffle her moans as she climaxed.  I got up next
to her, my face all wet with her secretions.  Annie didn't seem to mind. 
She kissed me passionately.  Strange as it may seem, I felt almost as
satisfied as her.

   'Dan?' Annie whispered in my ear.

   'Uh-huh.'

   'It was great.'

   'Thanks.  I thought it was great too, you know, doing it.'

   There was a short pause.

   'If you want me to, I'll do it to you.' Annie whispered.

   She didn't wait for my reply, but pushed me gently to my back and
positioned herself between my legs.  What was about to happen had indeed
been a part of my fantasies.  It was a lot easier for me to imagine what a
girl would do to a boy in this situation . . .  and I had.  Seeing Annie
pull back the foreskin and slowly lower her mouth to kiss the tip was
almost enough.

   Her tongue touched the tip as if she wanted to sample the taste.  The
light touch to the very sensitive part of my body made me jerk.  Annie
giggled and licked the tip again.  She looked up at me, excited, opened her
mouth and engulfed the head.

   The feeling of her warm mouth was beyond anything and seeing it was
unbelievably exciting.  When she put her hands on my hips and began to move
her head up and down, I was unable to control myself.  Involuntarily, my
hips jerked, pushing my cock deeper into Annie's mouth.  She gagged and
backed off.

   'Easy now.  I can't take all of it.'

   'I'm sorry.  It wasn't on purpose.  I'll try to lie still, but it feels
so good.' I replied.

   'So, you want me to continue?' Annie said, teasingly.

   'Yessss.'

   'Hmmm.  And if I don't?' she said and wrapped her hand around my dick,
squeezing it a little.  She took the head in her mouth briefly and popped
it out again.

   'Pleeeeease,' I moaned and put my hands on the back of her head, trying
to push her down.

   'Promise to lick me again?' Annie said, resisting the light pressure
from my hands.

   'Yesss.'

   'Okay'

   The break had actually been good, because it allowed me to enjoy the
wonderful sensation of her mouth much longer.  I kept my hands on her head,
guiding her speed.  She kept her fist around my dick, preventing me from
accidentally getting too deep.  She increased the speed.  I was getting so
close again.  When her other hand began to caress my sack, I was gone.  I
pressed her head down and exploded.

   Totally consumed in my own feelings, I didn't even consider if Annie
would allow me to climax in her mouth.  I just pushed her head against me
until I hear some gurgling sounds coming from her.  Then I immediately let
go and opened my eyes to see if she was ok.

   Whatever her reaction had been when I began spurting in her mouth, she
had regained her composure.  She smiled with her mouth closed, pointing to
her cheek, opened her mouth and showed me that she had my cum in her mouth.
I don't know what she had planned, but the liquids follow the laws of
gravity and ran down over her chin.  She rapidly closed her mouth and
swallowed reflectively.  Judging by the look on her face, it wasn't what
she had planned to do.

   'Oops,' she said and wiped her chin with the back of her hand.

   She lay down beside me and kissed me.  I was a little reluctant, but had
little choice.  She tasted a bit salty.  I guess it was ok, I mean, she
could kiss me, when I had licked her.



   Pleasing each other with our mouth and tongues became the favourite way.
It was so much better than using the hands and fingers.  Annie tried to
tease me again, but only one time.  Just as I was on the brink of orgasm,
she pulled my dick out of her mouth.  But I was too far gone to stop and
the first spurt shot straight up into her nose, making her cough and puff.
Afterwards, it was very funny, but I don't think it was very pleasant
getting it up her nose.

   We continued this way for almost two weeks until one afternoon when
Annie told me we couldn't.

   'Why,' I asked, surprised and disappointed.

   I was just about to slip my hand into the front of her panties.

   'Because I have my thing, you know.  I'm bleeding.' Annie said, not
sounding too happy.

   I knew what it meant.  Annie's "thing" was highly irregular and had
caused my mom a lot of worrying, which meant that it had been discussed
several times.  Apart from that, I only knew when because the pack of
tampons in the bathroom was only there when she had her "thing".  I backed
off.

   'How long will it take?'

   'Umm, it usually takes four or five days.  But we can still kiss and
touch, but not down there,' Annie answered and pulled me close.

   'Are you sure you want to?'

   'More than sure.  It's like I want to much more, but I . . .  become so
dry . . .  you know, the tampon . . .  sucks it all up.'

   I wasn't quite sure I understood the mechanics of it, but since the
tampon was meant to keep her dry, it sounded right.  It became the
beginning of five days of kissing, fondling and wild fantasies.

   It was as if Annie tried to make up for her lack of orgasms by
fantasising.  We began to play "Confession" again.  Her fantasies were
wild. They were about us, of course, but included a lot of things we hadn't
done.  She imagined me forcing her to take all of me in her mouth, although
she admitted afterwards that she didn't want me to do so.  It was just
something that excited her.

   She also imagined us having intercourse.  In those fantasies, I always
had to pull out at the last second to avoid making her pregnant.  She made
it sound wonderful and very easy.  We didn't really discuss it, but a
certain tension was building.  I think we both wanted to do it but both
were a little afraid of the risk of pregnancy.

   Maybe it was that fear that led Annie to her most astounding fantasy. 
She must have been thinking seriously about it, because her fantasy was
very detailed, beginning with me getting some butter from the kitchen.  I
was to spread it on her other opening and finally take her from behind.

   At first I was shocked and a little disgusted.  I mean, I had heard
about it, but it was kind of dirty in my mind and I hadn't given it any
serious consideration at all.  Annie obviously had and it forced me to
think about it.  The more I thought about it, the more I got used to the
thought, to the extent were I began to find it exciting.

   Still, it remained a fantasy, even after Annie's thing was over and we
could resume our normal activities.  The thought of having real intercourse
was much more likely and it was easier to talk about.  I couldn't bring
myself to ask Annie if she really had considered letting me enter her from
behind.  I had become better at talking about sex, but sodomy wasn't just
sex, it was sort of taboo.

   The first day after Annie had finished bleeding was a Saturday.  Not
just that, but it was a Saturday when mom and dad were going out and we
were to be home alone all evening from six until midnight, at a minimum. 
Mom and dad were probably not going to be home before one or two in the
morning, but just in case, we decided to be in bed by midnight.

   I had been able to give myself relief the previous days, but Annie was
starved.  Mom and dad left at six o'clock.  About one minute later, we were
nude.  Five minutes later Annie was squealing and bucking her hips in her
first orgasm in six days.  Annie made a lot of noise when she had an
orgasm, usually muffled by a pillow, but since we were alone, she let it
all out and it made me very excited to listen to her.

   She was still hungry for more and rested only for half a minute before
she returned the favour and let me come in her mouth.  Within fifteen
minutes, we were both satisfied and relaxed.

   We dressed again and had the dinner mom had prepared for us.  TV was
boring and soon we were kissing on the couch.  The clothes were in the way
of our hands and mouths, but we didn't dare continue naked in the living
room . . .  in the unlikely event that my parents might return
unexpectedly. Instead, we went to my room and laid our duvets on the floor.


   Annie stretched out next to me.  Lazily, I let my hands follow the
curves of her body.  It felt different.  I had time to feel and see her
body.  She relaxed completely and purred contentedly as my hands explored
her breasts.  They were flattened a bit when she was lying on her back and
the nipples were small and soft.  That changed quickly when I touched the
one closest to me.  The skin around it sort of crinkled and the nipple grew
and became hard.

   I moved on downwards to her crotch.  It looked like the hair on top of
her pussy had been trimmed.  I was sure it had been longer and that there
was more last week.

   'Did you shave . . .  down there?'

   'Ummm.  I can't have hair sticking out, when I wear a leotard.'

   'Isn't it easier to . . .  you know, just shave it all off?'

   'Some of the girls do, but most of them just shave a little and trim the
rest.'

   Annie talked about it as naturally as if we were talking about me
shaving my chin.  I found the thought of Annie shaving very arousing.

   'Doesn't it fell funny when you shave . . .  I mean, my shaver buzzes a
lot,' I asked, thinking that she used an electrical shaver like I did.

   'I use a razor, stupid,' Annie reply, giggling.

   'You mean . . .  foam and all?' I said, picturing Annie making foam like
a barber in an old movie.

   'Yes.  Haven't you seen the can in the cupboard?  You know, instant
foam.'

   'And which can exactly would that be,' I asked sarcastically.  There
were a zillion cans in her bathroom cupboard, deodorants, perfumes,
hairspray and what have you.

   'Ha ha, very funny.'

   'Aren't you afraid of cutting yourself?'

   'I'm careful.  It isn't that difficult.  You wanna see?'

   'Now?  Yes!!'

   We went into the bathroom and Annie got the foam and the razor.

   'Do you think I should shave it all off?' she suddenly asked.

   'I don't know.  Won't it be . . .  embarrassing . . .  you know, when
you have to shower with the other girls?' I replied, thinking how
embarrassed I would feel.

   'Why?' Annie asked, surprised, 'lots of the girls do it.'

   'Must look kind . . .  funny.'

   'We'll see,' Annie said and took a pair of scissors too.

   She sat down on the bench in the shower stall.  First she trimmed the
hairs really short, then washed with hot water, before she applied the
foam.

   'You wanna help,' she asked, when she saw how I stared at her.

   'No way.  I might cut you,' I replied.

   Bit by bit, the razor removed foam and hair.  She was very careful, when
she shaved the lips.  After a few minutes, she washed off the last traces
of foam.

   'Smooth as a baby,' she said, running her hand over the top of her
crotch.

   'It looks . . .' I hesitated, because I didn't really know how it
looked.

   Exciting, yes, but also strange.  I was used to seeing her with hair
down there.  Now, she looked like she did when she was ten years old.

   'It looks kind of funny,' I finally said.

   'Don't you like it?' Annie asked, a little disappointed.

   'Yes.  I think it's very exciting.' I rapidly replied.  'And I won't get
hair in my mouth,' I added, teasingly.

   She had dried herself and we went back into my room.  Her crotch felt
really smooth.  She was on her back and I was lying next to her on my side,
leaning on my elbow.  I was fascinated with her new look and explored it
thoroughly with my fingers, causing Annie to become very wet and short of
breath.  We snuggled up close, kissing and caressing.

   After a while, I ended up on top of Annie, lying between her legs.  My
dick was between us, rubbing against her crotch.  It felt really good after
she had shaved.  We had laid this way before and it was okay but her hair
could scratch a little and sometimes, a hair got caught behind the foreskin
and it felt a little unpleasant.  Now, it was as if the moisture, flowing
freely from her pussy was spreading much more.  We moved slowly against
each other almost without friction.

   We broke the kiss and looked at each other, tense and excited.  Somehow,
we both wanted the same thing.  Our eyes spoke without words.  Annie spread
her legs wide, pulling them up.  I raised myself, resting on my hands, to
give Annie room to get a hand in between us.  Determined, she guided my
dick into position.

   I eased myself slowly forward, feeling resistance, but also feeling her
move against me.  Annie looked tense.  She bit her lips as if anticipating
pain.  Then I could feel her opening up for me.  There was still
resistance, but bit by bit, I entered her.

   A strange and very exciting feeling was growing in me.  WE WERE DOING
IT. We had crossed a border.  I didn't know which border or what was on the
other side.  I hesitated for a second, trying to sense if Annie felt the
same.  Her mouth was open, her eyes feverishly shining with arousal.  I
think she was feeling the same excitement as I did.

   It was so intense.  Everything happened in slow motion.  My sense of
time was lost.  I was lost.  Hours could have passed, when Annie whispered.

   'Is it . . .  all in?'

   I raised myself and we both looked down.  About half of me was inside
her, as far as I could see.  Our eyes meet again.

   'Do it . . .  now.' Annie whispered determined.

   She crossed her legs behind my back and pulled to accentuate her words.
In one long push I entered her fully.  She tilted her head back, mouth and
eyes wide open.  I had heard that it would hurt a girl when she lost her
virginity.

   'Annie, are you OK?' I asked, anxiously.

   'Yessss.  I'm . . .  so . . .  it feels . . .  so good,' Annie gasped.

   We didn't move.  I didn't want to move.  I was only just beginning to
grasp the feeling of being inside her.  So tight so complete, squeezing me
from all sides.  At that point, the meaning of life was clear to me.  We
were animals, put on the planet to breed and populate the world.  That was
it.  This felt so good, so right.  It had to be it.

   Annie put her arms around my neck.

   'Try . . .  moving,' she whispered almost soundlessly.

   Very cautiously, I began to move.  An intense feeling of pleasure spread
from my groin, leading to an urge to move more, to intensify the feeling.
Our eyes were locked together, transmitting the feelings of pleasure
between us.

   'God . . .  it feels . . .  so good,' Annie whispered.

   'I . . .  love you . . .  Annie,' I whispered, short of breath.

   'I . . .  love you too.'

   We went beyond words again as the intensity of our motions increased.  I
was so engulfed by it all that I almost forgot about the risk. 
Fortunately, a little voice inside my head began to scream out loud.  I
could feel it approaching and suddenly I panicked and pulled out of Annie.
It wasn't that close, but I panicked.

   'Why . . .?' Annie gasped, disappointed.

   'I can't . . .  come inside you.'

   'It felt so gooood,' Annie wailed and spurred me with her feet on my
back.  I was just about to enter her again, but I was stronger than her.

   'Annie don't.  You might get pregnant,' I said, a little shocked by her
action.

   'But I want you inside me.'

   The frustration made me hazy.  I snaked out of her arms and buried my
head between her thighs.  The fragrance and taste only aroused me more. 
Annie pulled her legs up as if she was trying to make me lick her more,
give me access to new parts of her body.  It was only second best, but it
was good.  It felt good to give Annie pleasure, felt so good to feel and
hear her climax.  I forgot my own frustration.

   Panting, sweaty and exhausted, we snuggled up close together, me on top
of Annie.  I felt satisfied, even though I hadn't been satisfied.

   'What time is it?' Annie asked after a long time of kissing and looking
deep into each other's eyes.

   I still had my wristwatch on.

   'It's half past eight.'

   'You . . .  didn't come in me, did you?'

   'No, of course not.'

   'Good.  It felt so . . .  right.  I want to do it again,' she giggled.

   Annie rotated her hips, trying to position my dick and get it inside
again.  Everything down there was very slippery and it seemed to be
impossible.  I tried to help, lifting myself to get a better angle.  It
felt right a couple of times, but Annie backed off, when I pushed forward.
We were uplifted and giggling silly, when it suddenly happened.

   This time, I sank in like a warm knife cut through butter.  In an
instant, we were moving slowly against each other, savouring the intensity.
Much too soon, I had to pull out again.  And it was a closer call this
time. I didn't dare to go on and I told Annie.

   'Hm, I wonder what you would like to do then,' Annie said, teasingly.

   What we had just done changed something in me.  I felt so free and
uninhibited.

   'Well, I could let my tongue take over again,' I suggested, knowing that
it wasn't what she was thinking of.

   'I can't take any more right now,' she answered, covering her crotch as
I moved down.

   Playfully, I tried to remove her hands.

   'What if I want to?' I asked in the same manner as she often did,
teasing me.

   'Pleeeease.  Maybe later, but I've already come twice,' she begged.

   'Promise?'

   'Yes!'

   'OK.  What do you want to do instead?' I asked.

   We both knew what both she and I wanted.  Her sweet, hot mouth engulfed
my dick and with a hunger almost as great as the hunger I'd just had for
her, she made me explode in her mouth.

   After that, we were both spent.  I think we fell asleep.  I did.  I woke
up an hour later, warm on one side, the side where Annie was cuddling on my
shoulder and freezing cold on the other.  We put on some clothes and went
down to watch TV.  I didn't try to make Annie live up to her promise of
letting me lick her again.  Well, I did, but not that night.  We were flat
out, bushed, wasted.



   I gained more confidence in myself after that evening.  It was easier to
talk about it and sometimes take the initiative, even though Annie usually
was the one with the new ideas.  There was one girl in particular on her
gym team, who apparently supplied Annie with ideas.  Her name was Jane and
she was a year or so older than us.  She had a steady boyfriend and from
what Annie told me, she was experienced, when it came to sex.

   To the outside world, we tried to act as if nothing had happened.  We
were considered as brother and sister by almost anybody.  We had the same
surname, a fairly unusual one too, we lived in the same house and looked
very much alike.  It was reasonable for everyone to assume we were
siblings. Some even thought we were twins.  Actually, we would have had to
be, had we been brother and sister.  Our birthdays were only a couple of
months apart.  The fact that we were cousins was almost forgotten by
everybody that knew it.  I no longer felt that we were doing was wrong, but
our parents and our classmates might see it differently.  I think Annie had
the same reservations.  We hadn't discussed it but we never acted like
lovers in the presence of others.

   That didn't mean that we couldn't show affection, we just had to conceal
it.  A casual touch, while walking from one classroom, would go unnoticed,
even if seen.  To us, it would feel almost as good as a hug or a kiss. 
Sometimes, I really wanted to hug her or kiss her in the middle of the day,
but our secret caresses had to do.

   Once we had tasted the forbidden fruit, there was no turning back. 
Making love for real became an integrated part of our bedtime love
sessions. I had to be very careful of course, but we had to do it, if only
for a few strokes, just to feel the closeness.

   We would kiss and fondle until Annie was wet, usually a little longer
than that.  Annie was very easy to excite and, at times I would probably
have been able to enter her, almost before we had undressed.  I would be in
her for as long as possible and then go down on her.  Sometimes, I would
enter her again, before she took me in her mouth, but we also found a new
variation.  I would turn around to face her crotch and she would face mine.
That way, we could reach climax together.  Annie's idea, of course.

   It was also Annie who wanted to be on top, a couple of weeks later.  I
didn't protest.  Especially not when she began to move up and down, making
her breasts bounce every time she came down on me.  It was wonderful but
Annie got carried away.

   Annie had often urged me to go on a little longer, but I rarely dared
and when I did, it was never enough for her to reach the point she wanted.
This night was no different.  I warned her that she would have to get off,
but she didn't.

   'Annie, I can't take much more.  You have to get off NOW,' I repeated,
with a hint of panic in my voice.

   'Please . . .  just a little . . .  longer,' Annie gasped and grounded
her crotch hard against me.

   'God no, Annie.  I'm going to come in you.  I can't, you have to get
off,' I hissed, now fully panicking.

   'Just . . .  Yes . . .  I'm . . ..'

   'Noooo,' I cut her off and tried to throw her off, but it was too late.

   Annie's muscles clenched tight around my dick as she finally reached the
climax.  In a daze of panic and pleasure, I felt myself shoot those
dangerous fluids deep inside her womb.  Annie must have felt it too. 
Frightened, she jumped off and stared in disbelief at my dick, shooting
into the air.

   It all happened very quickly.  Annie began to cry and I was very close
to starting as well.  Then she rushed to the bathroom and began to try to
wash the cum out of her womb.  She detached the showerhead and used the
hose, putting it inside her where my dick had been only minutes before. 
Under different circumstances, I would probably have found it very
exciting, but now it looked slightly frightening.

   Later, all kinds of thoughts went through my head as I tried to fall
asleep.  Annie couldn't have the baby, if she had become pregnant.  She
would have to have an abortion, but than we would have to tell mom and dad
and what would they say?

   We talked about it again on the way to school the next morning.  Annie
was convinced that she wasn't pregnant.  I don't know how she knew and I
didn't question it.  I trusted Annie.  I suppose I assumed that girls could
feel that kind of thing.  It made me feel a whole lot better.  I still felt
the knot in my stomach, when I thought about it, but generally I was able
to repress it.

   Miraculously, it only took 4 days before Annie got her thing again.  She
was highly irregular, but for once it came too early.  I was genuinely
relieved, but it also reinforced my strong belief in Annie.

   Our sexual activities were back to normal as soon as Annie had finished
bleeding.  While she was out of action, her imagination ran wild again and
we had some very arousing games of confession.  Her fantasies were mainly
about me teasing her with my fingers, lips and tongue, driving her wild
over and over again until finally giving her orgasm.  No intercourse, but
then again after what we had just been through, it wasn't all that strange.


   She had one other fantasy that came up the last evening before she was
ready again.  As the other fantasies, I had been teasing her endlessly. 
Annie was really excited, not just in her fantasy.  In her fantasy, I
finally turned her around on her hands and knees and knelt behind her. 
While I caress her pussy and tits with my hands, I enter her from behind,
in the other hole.

   The fantasy excited me a lot this time.  I had fantasised about it since
she "confessed" it to me the first time and this time, I dared to ask her
after her confession, if it was something she wanted to try.

   'Annie?  Do you really want me to . . .  put my dick in you . . .  you
know, back there?'

   'I . . .' Annie was still panting.  'If I were really excited . . .  I
think . . .  maybe,' she hesitated.  'Jane says . . .  if you use a lot of
lube . . .  it feels good. . .' she hesitated again.  'She says . . .  it
might hurt a little . . .  until you get used to . . .  it.  Do you . . .
think it's gross?'

   'I don't know . . .  I think it's kind of . . .  exciting.'

   'I . . .  I'm a little afraid . . .  because she said it would hurt . .
. and . . .  it's kind of . . .  dirty . . .  perhaps,' Annie stopped for a
moment.  'I . . .  I . . .' she hesitated again, for once sounding really
timid.  'I tried . . .  with a finger . . .  in the shower one day and . .
. it felt kind of good but . . .  you're a lot bigger.'

   'Maybe if we, you know, do it very slow like . . .  you know, if I'm
very cautious?' the thought was more and more appealing.  'I'll stop if it
hurts.'

   'Maybe . . .  I don't know yet.  I . . .  think I'll ask Jane again
about it.'

   We were silent for a while.

   'Dan?'

   'Uhm.'

   'You know, right now, I . . .  I just want you so much.  Can I . . . 
come into your bed, just to . . .  you know . . .  not do anything, just .
. .'

   'Yeah . . .  of course.'

   In a fraction of a second, Annie was in my bed, kissing and groping.  We
were very excited after the confession and the talk about doing it in the
butt.  Our hands were frantically moving around, trying to touch as much as
possible.  My hands were on Annie's buttocks, inside her panties.

   Panting, Annie broke the never-ending kiss we had engaged in and began
to kiss my chest instead.  Her nails scratched my skin lightly as she moved
lower and lower.  Her tits brushed over my tummy and my very erect dick. 
There wasn't much I could do, except put my hands on her head and let my
fingers get entangled in her thick, red hair.

   Annie stopped her kissing for a moment to make me spread my legs.  She
knelt between my legs.  Slowly, her hands moved up my thighs to the crotch.
Her face was only an inch away from my dick.  I could feel her rapid breath
on the exposed head.  If her confession hadn't driven me insane already,
this would.

   Her fingers delicately tickled my sack, moving the balls around a
little. One hand moved lower, touching the sensitive skin between my balls
and my butt.  I tensed, not used to being touched there, but it felt too
good to be uptight about it.

   I was extremely excited, but Annie looked like she was on some kind of
drug.  Her eyes were glazed and flickering and her breathing short and
fast. She looked up and me while she slowly opened her mouth and extended
her tongue, touching the tip of my dick.  It jerked and throbbed at the
light touch.

   Annie didn't have the patience to continue slowly.  Her warm mouth
engulfed my dick.  Greedily, she sucked while her head moved up and down.
With her free hand, she caressed her breasts.  Sometimes, the hand
disappeared, but I couldn't see where it went.  At this point, I didn't
bother.  I was hardly able to think straight.  My brain was cluttered with
what I saw and imaginative images of Annie's confession.  One second, I was
seeing my dick in her mouth, the next I was seeing it pressed against her
tiny, wrinkled entrance.

   It was way too much.  Fireworks exploded inside my brain and spurts of
hot cum shot into Annie's sucking mouth.  Annie purred excitedly around my
dick and continued sucking.  I had to pull her off, when I was done and
couldn't take any more.  She had swallowed it all and looked very content.
I was content too, although tired and exhausted.  We cuddled up for a few
minutes, our bodies glowing hot in the aftermath, before Annie slipped away
into her own bed.
   To be continued . . .