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My Confession (family, inc)
by Katrina (c) 1994
***
I'm not ashamed of it any more.
They say, "confession is good for you," so I'm going to
confess to you all. But I'm going to change all the names of
people and of some of the places, because I don't have the other
people's permission to reveal their part in my story, or to use
their names.
I love it in my ass. I could just screw for hours, a big,
hard cock in my ass. And now that I have Michael, I can have it
all the time.
The first time I had it that way was many years ago, when I
was just fourteen. My parents had rented a summer cottage on
Cape Cod for two weeks, along with Aunt Millie and Uncle George,
and my cousins, Dave and Sue.
Sue was fifteen, and Dave was two years older. I was
"advanced" for my age, physically, and people thought I was older
than Sue, but my parents had sheltered me and I was really pretty
stupid about sex. Sue wasn't.
Sue and I would stay up late and talk in our shared bedroom,
and of course, the talk was mostly about boys, and about sex.
Mostly, Sue would be talking and I'd be giggling about one of the
boys in another cabin, Marty. Sue said she saw the head of his
"thing" hanging out the bottom of his bathing suit.
She said, "Wow! I'd like to get a hold of his big thing and
give him a hand-job. Maybe even blow him. D'ja ever blow a
guy?"
"No," I answered, "Tho' I gave Tommy Jensen a hand-job after
the spring dance."
"Yeah? Did he squirt all over?"
"Yeah. And then he wanted to screw me. I told him 'no.'"
Sue laughed.
"I'm gonna be a virgin when I get married," I said.
"Shit," she responded. "Nobody cares about virginity anymore
except maybe nerds and priests. Your momma has you livin' in
your grandma's time."
"Well, I don't care. That's how it is."
"Don't you wanna get laid?"
"Sure, Sue. Sometimes I think about it and I get all wet and
horny."
"Ever have somebody eat you out?"
"No. I think about that, too."
"Not even this Tommy creep?"
"No. He... rubbed me off, while I was jacking him."
Sue shook her head and stared at the ceiling. "You wanna get
laid, but stay a virgin. God!"
--------
A few days later, Sue arranged a picnic for the four of us,
me, Sue, Dave and Marty. She got Dad to let us use the outboard
dingy, he said it was OK if Dave was along. She lent me one of
her bikini swim suits. My mother would never let me have a two-
piece, so I put an oversize shirt on over it so she wouldn't
notice.
Sue and I made sandwiches and got some potato chips, and
Marty and Dave got a hold of some beer, which we hid under the
ice and coke in the cooler. We packed beach towels and suntan
lotion, and I took some baby oil, which works better that suntan
oil for me.
So, off we were, Dave and Marty in the back running the
outboard, Sue and I in front being lookouts. The channel from
our dock wound through a tidal marsh, and its really shallow
except in the channel, so Sue was kneeling, pointing out the
channel, while I was hanging over the bow, my tail in the air,
looking for subsurface rocks.
At one point, we almost hit one, and I looked back as I
hollered, "hard a-port" and saw Dave staring at my bottom.
We got out of the channel and into the bay, and I took off
the shirt. I was already bigger on top than Sue, and my tits
bulged over the skimpy bikini top. Dave grinned.
Marty kicked up the throttle and we skimmed along across the
bay to a little spit of land with a sandy beach at the end of the
marsh. There we hauled the boat up the beach and unloaded.
Dave had Marty brought out the cooler while we girls set up
the beach towels on the other side of a deadfall from the beach,
in a little pocket of sand surrounded by salt grass.
We spread ourselves out on the beach towels, Marty passed the
beers around, and we relaxed in the sun.
In an hour or so, we were all pretty blotto from the beer. I
rolled over on my stomach, and put my head on my arms. I could
see Sue and Marty by peering under my left armpit. Sue was
whispering in Marty's ear, and he was rubbing Sue's thigh.
Dave asked if I wanted him to put some oil on my back.
"Sure," I said.
He seemed to enjoy spreading the oil on my back. It felt good
to me, too. Then, I felt him untie the bikini top.
"Hey," I said.
"No sense getting a line across your back," he explained. He
rubbed the oil on the backs of my legs, too. It felt so good,
and I was kinda dreamy from the beer and the sun. I felt Dave's
hands on my ass. I liked it.
"You got a great ass, Kat," he said.
I thought so, too, actually. I liked my tits and my small
waist, but the best part of me, I think, was, and still is, my
ass. It's nice and round, and sticks out kinda cute.
After I while, my back was roasting, so I turned over,
holding the top against my tits. Without a word, Dave was right
there, spreading oil on my belly.
"You got nice boobs, too, Kathy," he said. "Let me see 'em."
Grinning, he grabbed at the top, and it was gone before I
could object.
"Nice," he said, and started to spread oil on them. It felt
so good, I didn't stop him. After a while, he lay back on the
towel, though he kept looking at me. He held up his bottle of
suntan oil and said, "How about me?"
I sat up, took the oil and spread it on his back. His skin
felt warm and good.
"My legs, too?"
"OK," I said, and as I applied the oil, I looked over at Sue.
Marty was lying on his back, and Sue was sitting next to him with
her top off, too. She had Marty's cock-head out from his suit and
was playing with it. Marty looked over at me, saw my naked tits
and grinned. His chest was puffing in and out with his heavy
breathing. I grinned back at him. Somehow, watching him and Sue
made me feel tingly.
As I was rubbing his legs, I looked at Dave's ass in his
tight trunks. I hadn't noticed before how nice his ass looked,
the tight muscled cheeks outlined under the suit. I wondered how
they would look without the trunks.
"What's good for the goose," I said, "is good for the
gander!" I reached up and grabbed the elastic of the trunks and
yanked down, exposing Dave's ass cheeks.
"Ow! Hey!" he yelled. "Shit, if you want 'em off, just ask!"
He pulled them off completely, and I briefly saw he had a
hard-on before he blushed and turned back on his stomach.
I smeared the oil over his ass cheeks. How good it felt!
When I stopped, Dave said, "Hey, Kat. Get some more beer,
willya?"
I got up and retrieved two more cans from the cooler, which
we had parked in the shade of a nearby tree. When I got back,
Dave was sitting up and Sue and Marty, with their towel, were
gone.
"Where'd they go?"
"Just over there, see?"
I looked. A few yards away, behind a clump of salt grass, I
saw Sue's blond curls bobbing up and down. "I guess she's got
what she wanted," I thought.
I sat down and we opened the beers. Dave reached out and
played with my right tit, then grabbed my hand and put it on his
dick.
Now, when I had given Tommy that hand-job, it had been dark,
and I couldn't see much. Here, in the bright sun, it was more
exciting. I could see what effect I had on Dave and his dick. I
took a long pull on the beer and set to work. I took his shaft in
my hand and started to massage it like I had Tommy's.
"Hey, easy," Dave muttered. "Make it last a while."
I slowed down a little. Maybe it was the beer, or knowing
that Sue was blowing Marty just a few yards away, I dunno, but I
really got into it. Dave lay back and I sat cross-legged right by
his "works" and watched as my hands worked on his dick and balls.
I was getting really wet, too!
I almost didn't notice the clicking sound.
"What was that?"
Dave was grinning and he had a Polaroid camera in his hand.
He pulled out the tab and waited for the picture to develop.
Horrified, I dove for the picture. "Gimme that!"
He easily avoided my grab and said, "No way, Kat."
He let me see it, though. Me, with my bare tits hanging down,
one hand wrapped around Dave's cock, his balls in the other, my
face inches from his dick- head, looking like the cat that got
the canary.
"Oh, shit!" I yelled.
He grinned, "Not bad, hunh?"
"What're you gonna do with that?"
"Well... maybe I'll tear it up... if you give me some head."
"You mean a blow job?" I had been considering it, actually,
but I wasn't going to admit it.
"Yeah."
"And if I don't?"
"Well, I wonder what would happen if your mother found it."
"You son-of-a-bitch!"
"Aw, now, Kat. C'mon. I'll let you have the picture."
I grabbed for it. "But first..." he said, yanking it away. I
took another slug of the beer.
From behind the clump of salt grass, I heard Marty groan in
pleasure, and Sue giggling. I guess that convinced me. With the
blood pounding in my ears, I reached for his cock, and slowly put
my lips over the head. I was surprised, it felt and tasted good!
I got my mouth all the way over it and started to blow. I
told you I was stupid!
"Hey, what're you doing?"
I looked up at him.
"You're not supposed to blow. You suck it and lick it. Don't
you know anything?"
"I... never did this before," I admitted. "Why do they call
it a 'blow job' if you don't blow?"
"I dunno. It's just called that."
Well, he told me what to do. He told me where to lick, how to
suck my cheecks against the sides of it, how to play around with
the crown. Again, I really got into it. I was licking and sucking
away noisily, really enjoying it.
Then he said, "See how much you can get in your mouth. Try to
swallow the head."
Well, at first I gagged and came up coughing, but on the
third try, I got my nose all the way up to his crotch. I realized
that I was loving it. I felt a sense of power, with all of his
manhood in my mouth. I pulled away and licked the length of it
from root to tip, then sucked the head between my lips, and he
groaned and the cock started to jump in my mouth. I knew he was
close to coming. I took the length of it in once more, then
pumped it in and out of my mouth, and he shot his cream against
my throat. I kept sucking till he stopped squirting, then sat
back and washed his jism down with more beer.
"Keep me in your mouth till it gets soft," he commanded.
"Never stop too soon."
I did as he told me, and he petted my hair and face while I
held his softening dick with my lips.
I had almost (but not quite) forgotten the blackmail picture,
when he handed it to me. I was surprised.
"Giving it up so easy? I figured you'd hold out for more!"
He laughed, "Did you enjoy it?"
Truthfully, I said, "yes," and he pulled me over him, and
kissed my face while his hands rubbed over my ass. "You're a fast
learner, Kat. You'll be a really great little cocksucker with a
couple more lessons."
I felt happy. Somehow I felt I should be insulted, but I
wasn't. I was content to lie on top of Dave, basking in the sun,
the beer, and what I had just done. I was enjoying his hands on
my ass, too. Then I noticed that he had managed to pull my bikini
bottoms down, and his cock, growing stiff again, was nuzzling my
cunny!
I rolled off him fast. "No. You can't screw me."
"Aw, Kat, baby. It won't hurt. It'll be wonderful, you'll
see."
"No. I'm gonna stay a virgin. But if you want, I'll blow you
again, OK?"
He laughed. "Really like it, don't you? OK, but first lemme
see your pussy."
Well, my bottoms were already down around my thighs, so I
just pulled them off and opened my legs so he could see. The
sparse brown curls of my thatch didn't hide much.
"Don't you dare try to stick it in," I said.
He just lay down on the beach towel with his head between my
knees and looked. "Lie back," he said, "and get comfortable...
and so I can see you better."
So I did, and drank more beer. He started to play with my
pussy- lips. It felt good. The sun was really warm, now, and I
closed my eyes and just let the good feelings roll. He ran his
finger along my pussy- lips, down almost to my asshole, back up
over my clit. Then, suddenly, I felt something wet rubbing on my
lips, something that felt really good, and I snapped my eyes open
and looked. He had his mouth on my cunny, and was licking me.
"Oh, that's good," I moaned. He licked and sucked my lips
while I watched. I saw my clit poke out, and he sucked that, too.
It didn't take long before I came, good and hard. I guess I
made a lot of noise, cause Sue and Marty came running back. They
were both naked, too. When they saw what was going on, Sue
started giggling, and Marty was staring, his dick at half mast
and struggling to rise.
Sue sat down next to me and said, "He fuck you yet?"
"I told you, I'm gonna stay a virgin."
Sue laughed. "I'm hungry," she announced, and ran to retrieve
the sandwiches from the cooler.
"Bring more beer, too," Marty called after her.
After all the beer, I really had to pee, so I went off behind
a tree and squatted. When I came back, I found Sue grinning and
the three of them talking.
As we ate the sandwiches and drank more beer, Sue grabbed
Marty's cock. He didn't seem to mind. I just lay on my stomach,
munching the sandwich and drinking more beer and feeling really
good.
Then Dave said, "I gotta pee," and trotted off to the tree.
Sue leaned toward me and said, "We figured out a way you can
get laid and still be a virgin."
"Yeah," Marty said.
"That's impossible," I protested.
Sue grinned and said, "It is possible, I tell you."
"How's it possible," I asked?
She giggled again, "In the ass."
"Yuch, no," I said, "That'd hurt!"
"Nah, Marty said. Not if you are good and greased up."
"How would you know," I blurted?
Marty looked at Sue, and she yanked on his cock and said, "Go
ahead, tell her."
"Well," he said, "the first summer I went to boys' camp, the
older kids grabbed me one night and did it to me. 'Initiation,'
they called it. It didn't hurt at all, cause they used lots of
grease."
As I thought about that, Dave came back.
"That's dirty. Besides, we don't have any grease," I said.
Sue and Marty moved fast. Sue grabbed my legs, Marty grabbed
my arms, and they stretched me out on my belly.
"Hey! I yelled. Lemme go!"
Dave got my bottle of baby oil out and started oiling the
crack of my ass. I was kind'a scared, but still it felt good.
"Stop it," I yelled, "stop this instant and let me go."
"Nope," Sue said. "We won't hurt you. I know you wanna get
fucked, and I mean to see that you get it."
Dave got his finger all oily and pushed it against my
asshole, rubbing it. It felt nice, actually. He pushed harder and
it went in.
I yelped, but it didn't hurt.
He kept working his finger, and lots of oil, into my pucker.
It felt nicer and nicer, and I got looser and looser. I stopped
complaining. Then Dave pushed two fingers in. He worked a long
time, putting more and more oil in, and making my asshole looser
and looser. It really started to feel good.
Sue asked, "How is it, Kat?"
"Umm," I said, "This is nice."
Then Dave got up on his knees and splashed oil on his dick
and got behind me. He lifted my hips up, and Sue levered my knees
apart. Dave pushed his cock against my backside. At first it
wouldn't go in, but then he stuck a finger in, and squirmed it
around for a while, and followed it with his dick, and it
slithered right in.
"Hey!" I yelled.
Dave asked, "Hurt?"
"No... feels... funny."
Dave pushed harder, and more went in. The more that he got in
me, the better it felt. I pushed back, shoving my cheeks back
against him.
"Wow," Sue said. "Lookit it go in." She let go of my legs
and grabbed my cheeks and spread them so Dave could get more in.
Marty let go of my wrists, and watched. He started to stroke my
tits, his big cock in his other hand.
Dave pushed some more, and I shoved back, and I felt his
balls up against my pussy.
"It's all the way in, Kat," Sue reported.
Dave pushed me down onto the blanket, and he lay on top of
me, his dick way up inside me. It felt so good, I didn't want him
to leave, ever.
"Oh, don't pull out, Dave," I begged.
"Only to put it back in," he said, and he pulled back out,
then slowly and smoothly, slithered way back up again.
Sue grabbed Marty and said, "You gotta do me in the ass!
Right now!"
I looked over, and Marty was already starting to oil up Sue's
bottom. Sue's bottom is smaller than mine, but it's round and
sticks out nice, too. Marty was hard as a rock. He was pushing
his finger up into her, working in the oil, when Dave pulled out
and pushed back in again, and he started to pump.
"Oh, go slow, Dave. Don't get too.. excited. Make it last," I
whispered, hoarsly.
Dave was pumping, now, running the length of his shaft in and
out of me. At one point he slid out all the way, and he stuffed
it back in.
"Ohhh!" I said, "That's good."
So, he did it again, slid all the way out, then eased it back
in.
I looked over and saw that Marty was lying on his back, and
Sue was lowering her asshole onto his oil-slick dick, with an
enraptured look on her face. I wanted to try that, too, but what
Dave was doing just felt so good I didn't want him to stop. He
was pumping my ass slowly and steadily, now, and this warm,
tingly feeling was working its way from my asshole to my pussy.
Dave was muttering, "Oh, Kathy, oh, God," over and over.
"Don't come, Dave," I yelled. "Go slow."
Dave jammed his dick all the way in me and stopped. The warm
feeling made it to my clit. Dave started to squirm around on my
back, his dick worming around inside me.
That did it. I came. I howled, I guess, cause Dave put his
hand over my mouth. I shook all over, especially my ass. I just
flopped around underneath him like a fish on the dock. And every
move I made worked his dick around inside me, and made me come
harder, which made me wiggle more. It felt like it lasted hours!
I was coming back down to earth when I felt Dave's dick
pulse, way up in my ass, and he moaned, too.
He lifted my hips up again, putting my ass way up in the air,
my shoulders still on the beach towel. He started pumping in and
out of my ass real fast and hard. That set me off again, and the
two of us thrashed about for a while. I think I passed out.
When next I knew anything, Dave was still lying on top of me,
his soft dick still stuffed in my ass, and there were big bunches
of the beach towel clumped up in my hands.
Sue was pumping her ass up and down on Marty's cock, he was
groaning really loud, 'cause he was just starting to come. Sue
sat all the way down on it and I saw her stomach muscles squeeze.
Marty grunted like a stuck pig, and he made all kinds of faces as
he came.
I wiggled my ass a little, to feel dave's cock in it.
"Jee-zus," Dave whispered in my ear, "when you come, baby,
you really come!"
"That was... awsome," I said.
Sue wasn't so enthusiastic. "Oh, it's OK," she said, "but I
like it regular better. But i noticed she was still sitting on
Marty's dick.
Sue and I spent the rest of the afternoon lying down, she on
her back and me on my belly, while the boys stuffed us as often
as they could get it up- with our willing help, of course.
Finally, the sun sank toward the horizon, and we took a swim
to get cleaned off, put our swim suits back on, and went home.
Oh, I kept the polaroid. I managed to hide it well, and my
mother never found it. I didn't find out until years later that
Dave had taken another polaroid while I was blowing him. He kept
it for years, too.
I tail-fucked Dave twice more that summer, and Marty, too,
once. Each time I did it, I came harder and better. It was
wonderful.
I'll tell you about those times next.
--
Last time, you remember, I told you that since "confession is
good for you," I'm going to confess about how I love a big cock
in my ass, and my "adventures" about that, but that I'm changing
all the names of people and of some of the places, because I
don't have the other people's permission to reveal their part in
my story, or to use their names.
Last time, I confessed about the picnic where I first gave
head, and got my cousin Dave's big cock in my ass, with help from
his sister Sue and her boy-friend Marty.
The next day, my tail was a little sore, as you might
imagine, but I didn't mind, and looked forward to getting it
again!
The weather had turned rainy, squelching any idea of further
picnics, so Sue set up for the four of us to go to a movie
together. The village had this little rickety movie theatre, with
a tiny balcony, only three rows deep. Sue figured there wouldn't
be many other people in the place, especially not in the balcony,
so we'd be able to spend the time "making out." The movie that
was playing was a horror flick, with lots of dark night scenes,
so the light level would be real low.
Sue even picked out what we should wear. We put on wide
flared skirts, button- front blouses and no underwear at all. I
could understand why she had said no underwear, but I hadn't the
vaguest idea why the rest.
She phoned Marty and had a whispered conversation with him,
and hung up grinning.
After dinner, Marty came over and we left for the movie,
Marty and Sue sharing one big umbrella, and Dave and I under
another. We walked slowly to the movie, for despite the rain, it
was warm and pleasant.
We arrived, paid, and entered the theater. The boys bought
big buckets of popcorn and soda, and up the stairs to the tiny
balcony we went. We found four seats at the back, carefully out
of view from the projection booth windows and far from the
stairway.
We were just in time, for the lights dimmed as we sat down,
the boys in the outside seats. As the "coming attractions"
started, Sue whispered to me, "watch," and pulled Marty's fly
open and took out his cock.
"Jeez," Dave whispered in my ear, "she's not wasting any
time!"
I giggled back, "Sue's trying for her own version of 'Cumming
Attractions,' I think!"
I would have started on Dave right away too, but I was scared
somebody might come up to the balcony, and it was fairly bright
from the reflections off the screen. But soon the movie started.
Marty was already moaning, though the movie music was loud, and
covered the sound.
As soon as they started the first night scene, I reached down
to rub Dave's jeans front, and found he had gotten ready for me
by opening his fly and letting his dick out. It was semi- soft,
but I soon cured that. Actually, I found it exciting to feel it
grow and harden in my hand.
Sue and I turned to each other and grinned, and we both dove
for the boys' crotches. I had learned my cocksucking lesson well,
I guess, 'cause Dave didn't give me any instructions at all, just
sat back and enjoyed it.
I enjoyed it, too. I made mental notes of what little oral
games seemed to feel especially good to him, and made good use of
them. I licked the head, then ran my tongue down the length of it
down to where it stuck out of his jeans. I sucked it into my
mouth and pumped it between my drawn-in cheeks. At one point I
dragged my teeth lightly over the head of his cock, and he just
went, "oohhhh." I put it up against his body and nibbled the
whole underside of it, starting at the root and working up to the
head. When I got to the crown, I tickled it with the tip of my
tongue.
I looked at the little slitted hole in the tip and saw a big
drop of "honey," so, using just the very tip of my tongue, I
licked it away. It tasted good. I made the end of my tongue small
and pointy and stuck it into the little hole. I couldn't get it
in far, but Dave moaned anyway.
Then, wetting the head thoroughly, I tried to swallow the
whole cock. I had to try a couple of times before I could get it
all, but I did, my nose and chin against his jeans.
I pulled away and held just the head between my lips and
sucked hard.
Well, by the time the movie monsters were chasing the
screaming heroine around, the boys were creaming. Marty moaned so
loud, I was sure somebody would come to check. Good thing the
movie was noisy!
Dave came so much I could hardly swallow it in time! After he
got soft, I came up for air. Dave covered his dick by putting the
popcorn pail in his lap, and we munched on handfuls of the
popcorn while Dave's cock recovered.
I looked at the little slitted hole in the tip and saw a big
drop of "honey," so, using just the very tip of my tongue, I
licked it away. It tasted good. I made the end of my tongue small
and pointy and stuck it into the little hole. I couldn't get it
in far, but Dave moaned anyway.
Then, wetting the head thoroughly, I tried to swallow the
whole cock. I had to try a couple of times before I could get it
all, but I did, my nose and chin against his jeans.
I pulled away and held just the head between my lips and
sucked hard.
Well, by the time the movie monsters were chasing the
screaming heroine around, the boys were creaming. Marty moaned so
loud, I was sure somebody would come to check. Good thing the
movie was noisy!
Dave came so much I could hardly swallow it in time! After he
got soft, I came up for air. Dave covered his dick by putting the
popcorn pail in his lap, and we munched on handfuls of the
popcorn while Dave's cock recovered.
After a few minutes, Sue said, "Marty, did you get the
stuff?"
"Yup."
"Gimme."
Marty reached in his pocket and got out a small white paper
bag and handed it to Sue. She opened the bag and got out a small
package and a tube of something. She handed me the tube and said,
"Smear a bunch of this on Dave's cock, then lift your skirt and
sit on it! You can arrange your skirt so if anybody looks
they'll just see a girl sitting in a boy's lap!"
Now I understood Sue's strategy. Sue opened the package and
took out a rubber, and rolled it onto Marty's already hardening
cock, jacking it a little to help it up. Then, neat as you could
ask, she got up and sat on his lap while raising the back of her
skirt so that she got his dick right in her cunny. She settled
down neatly, and grinning, arranged her skirt over her legs.
I looked at the tube she had given me. It was K-Y jelly. I
grinned, and smeared Dave's cock with it. I ended by putting a
big blob on the head. I told Dave, "Slouch down in year seat and
hold up the back of my skirt," and moved over his lap, one leg on
each side of his thighs. He did, and I held his cock, aiming it
for my butt-hole, and sat down.
The jelly worked really well, and his dick-head slid right
in. Then Dave and I arranged my skirt to cover everything while
I wiggled my butt around and down until I was sitting right on
his lap, the whole of his cock 'way up in my butt.
I leaned back into Dave's arms, and he unbuttoned the middle
button of my blouse and stuck his hand in and twiddled my nipple.
Oh, it felt good! All I had to do was wiggle a little once in
a while, partly to feel his dick move around in my asshole, and
partly to keep him hard.
I looked over at Sue and Marty. They looked so cute and
innocent. She was sitting in his lap, feeding him popcorn from
the bucket he'd put on the next seat, and once in a while she
bounced a up and down a little. If I hadn't known what was going
on under her skirt, and didn't have a big dick in my own ass, I'd
never have guessed that Sue had his dick up in her cunny!
I found out that I liked just sitting there with a big dick
in my ass, without him having to pump it or anything. At one
point I sat still for so long that Dave's dick started to get
soft. Well, I fixed that quick by squeezing my ass muscles and
bouncing up and down. He got hard again fast!
Sue was pumping Marty slowly, just moving back and forth on
his lap. Marty had his head back on the seat- back and was
looking glassy eyed. Sue was watching the screen; I figured she
was waiting for another noisy part. I was right. When next there
was a lot of screaming, Sue started bouncing on Marty's lap like
crazy. They must both have come then, cause their yells mixed
with those of the movie, Marty grabbed Sue hard around the waist,
and she was sort-of shivering.
After a while she got off Marty's lap, and they kissed for a
long time.
Dave started squirming underneath me. He whispered in my ear,
"Kat, please, baby, I gotta come, or I'll bust!"
I whispered back, "But it feels sooo good just feeling your
big cock 'way up in me!"
I squeezed his dick with my ass muscles.
"Kat, oh, God, Kat, yes, it does, but... oh, shit, baby, oh,
Kat, oh, God..."
His hand, the one not under my blouse, went up under my skirt
and started rubbing my wet lips and clit. So, I squeezed up my
ass muscles again and bounced up and down on his lap as slowly as
I could. That warm spot back there started to grow again, and
started moving toward my clit. I started to moan.
Sue reached over and put her hand over my mouth and said,
"Shhh!" as I came, and in a second or two, I felt Dave's cock
pulsing in me, shooting his juice 'way up in my gut. His right
hand was rubbing my clit, his left was squeezing my nipple. Oh,
it was heavenly!
Soon, however, he got limp and fell out of me. I got off his
lap and cleaned off his dick with a paper napkin. He put it away
just as the movie ended and the lights came up.
We would have stayed for another showing, but an usher came
up and chased us out. We went to a diner and had some ice cream
sodas, and then started home.
The rain had stopped, and it looked like next day might be
nice. We decided to walk home along the beach road, a dark gravel
lane, not the main street. Sue and Marty were walking ahead of
us, and when we got away from the cluster of cabins near the
village, I saw Sue take Marty's cock out again, so I pulled down
Dave's fly and got his out, too, and played with it. Dave reached
under my skirt and rubbed and squeezed my ass cheeks as we
walked.
We walked along slowly like that for a while, Dave behind and
to the left of me, me holding his dick in my left hand, him
playing with my cheeks with his right. Then, Dave slid his hand
down the crack of my ass and rubbed a finger on my butt-hole,
which was still lubricated with the jelly and his come. It felt
nice, and I sort- of pushed my butt back. Then, he slowly slid
his finger inside. Not as good as his cock in there, but it felt
nice, and the motion of walking kept it interesting.
It was dark enough along the beach road that I could hardly
make out the figures of Marty and Sue walking a few yards ahead
of us, but it seemed to me that Marty was playing with Sue's
tits.
We reached a place about halfway from the village to our
place, and it was dark and quiet. On our right you could see the
line of white where the beach sand was, and on our left was a
stand of trees and a wooden rail fence. Marty and Sue walked off
the road to the fence, and Sue leaned back on it. Dave took his
finger out of me and led me to the fence also. The grass at the
roadside was wet from the rain, but I didn't mind.
When I reached the fence, I leaned against it and put my left
arm around Dave's neck and pulled his head down and kissed him.
His tongue came sliding into my mouth, and I sucked it and licked
it. I grabbed his cock with my other hand, and he slid his hands
under my skirt, one caressing my ass cheeks while the other
explored my pussy. We french- kissed and played with each other
for a long time, and I got so hot I was trembling.
I got the tube of K-Y out of my purse and smeared up his
cock. He moaned and groaned while I did that. Then I turned
around, lifted my skirt onto my back and bent forward over the
fence rail.
"Fuck me, Dave," I murmured, "Fuck my ass."
Dave wasn't the sort to refuse such a demand, so he stepped
up behind me, took the tube from me, and greased the entrance.
Then I felt his cock pushing at my hole. I relaxed, and bore down
a little to open my pucker for him. He slid the head right in.
Then, pumping slowly, he worked the rest in, inch by beautiful
inch. Finally, I felt his jeans up against my cheeks and he
whispered, "You've got it all, baby."
"Just hold still a minute," I said.
Dave stood quietly, his cock throbbing gently in me.
"Oh," I thought, "wouldn't it be just great to go to bed like
this and have it in me all night?"
After a while, Dave started to pump again. He pulled almost
all the way out, I felt my asshole slide down over the head, but
then he shoved it back in- and in. He slid it so slowly, it made
his dick seem that much longer. His hands spread my cheeks apart
and he pushed up against me. I felt my butt-hole stretch as he
got down to the root. He started to pull out again, and as he did
I squeezed all my muscles tight, squeezed his dick inside me. He
groaned. He finished his outstroke and pushed back in. I relaxed
to let as much of him in as I could get.
That warm, tingly feeling started again, somewhere deep in
my guts, and grew toward my pussy. Dave stroked out again as I
squeezed, then back in as I relaxed. When he was all the way in,
I squeezed as hard as I could. Dave's cock throbbed, hard. That
pushed me over the edge. I came hard and long. I wanted to
scream, but controlled myself, allowing only little whimpers to
be heard as my body convulsed and shook. Each contraction of my
orgasm squeezed Dave's big dick in me, and each time it jumped
and throbbed. Dave was breathing really hard, now, and he started
to pump, fucking me faster and faster. I didn't stop coming, the
pumping just kept me going.
I couldn't hold back, I pumped my fanny back at him, matching
his strokes, and trying to get his super-stiff prick way up into
me on every "in." Finally, just as I was beginning to come down,
Dave moaned loud, thrust in me really hard, and I felt his dick
jump as he shot. He shot about six or seven times, way up in me.
Each time he shot, I squeezed. His hands grabbed my tits hanging
over the rail, and squeezed them through my blouse.
"Oh, God, oh, Kat, oh, your beautiful fucking ass, Kat,
oh, God, I love your fucking ass..." Dave mumbled.
I was exhausted and damp with sweat, and leaned hard on the
rail as Dave gave me a few more strokes before his dick softened.
Finally, it got all limp, and he started to pull out.
"Wait, Dave. Leave it in," I begged.
He left it in. I reached back with my hand and felt around,
feeling how the shaft disappeared into the stretched pucker of my
asshole. I discovered that he had let his jeans down onto his
thighs, and I felt his balls. I cupped them in my hand and toyed
with them, stroked them and the root of his dick. I felt it
stirring inside me and smiled. Sure enough, with a few minutes
of attention to his balls, his dick started to grow again, but
this time inside me! Oh, how good that felt.
I gave him a couple of little squeezes with my muscles, and
soon he was hard enough to pump me again. No slow stuff, now,
though, Dave was panting and puffing like an old steam engine as
he grabbed my hips and pumped away as I churned his balls against
my pussy with my hand. The friction made my whole rectum burning
hot as he stroked away, and I was about to ask him to stop or
slow down when, with one long in-stroke, he started to shoot in
me. I squeezed, hoping I'd come, too, but I didn't. Dave noticed,
and he rubbed my clit. Before he got completely soft, I had a
little orgasm.
I guess he had pumped some air into me with his violent
fucking, 'cause when he pulled out, I farted. We both laughed.
We used some kleenex to wipe the jelly off, and leaned
against the fence, kissing and whispering for a while. Finally,
we all got back on the road and headed home.
Later, as we got into our beds, Sue told me that she and
Marty had taken turns sitting on the fence and getting eaten
until they had both come twice.
I fell asleep thinking about Dave's big cock in my ass, and
how I wished it was still in there.
--
In the last two parts, you remember, I told you that since
confession is good for you," I'm confessing that I love a big
cock in my ass, and my "adventures" about that, but that I'm
changing all the names of people and of some of the places,
because I don't have the other people's permission to reveal
their part in my story, or to use their names.
My cousin Dave's big dick had filled my previously virgin
butt-hole five times in two days, so the day after we went to the
movie, my rear entrance was really sore, as you might imagine.
I was sorry mostly because I didn't think I could take another
fucking back there that day.
Well, as it turned out, we couldn't have anyway. The adults
had plans which included us, and we were never alone long enough
to try it. But, we did get to do something interesting, though.
When we got back from the trip, my parents, aunt and uncle
retired to the sitting room with drinks, and we "kids" were
excused, so we went out on the porch and sat on the chaise. We
were afraid to really try anything much with our parents just
inside, but Sue took the opportunity to motor- mouth at Dave and
me. Sue kidded me mercilessly about how I had become insatiable.
I responded in kind, since Sue didn't seem at all happy without
Marty's cock in her hand- or in her cunny.
At first, Dave just sat there, grinning at our banter, but
then after a while, he dug his dick out from his bermuda shorts.
I noticed it was half-hard already.
Sue giggled and said, "brother's gettin' a hard- on."
"Mmm," I said, reaching for it, "lemme have that."
Dave looked at Sue and said, "too bad Marty's not here, hunh?
Bet you'd like to play with his cock, hunh?"
Sue stopped giggling and looked bored.
I started slowly jacking Dave off while looking over my
shoulder at the door into the house, worried that someone might
come out, when I felt another hand joining mine. I looked, and it
was Sue's.
"Yeah," she said impishly, "but maybe yours will do. I bet
Kat and I can do a real good job on you."
"Leggo of that, Sue," I said indignantly. "That's mine, and
besides, he's your brother."
"So what?" she retorted, "It's not like I was screwing him,
you know. Jealous? Want it all for yourself, you hog?"
"Now, girls," Dave chided, "stop fighting over my cock," He
laughed, "there's enough for both of you."
I said, "Braggart," and we all giggled.
The whole time, Sue and I were both handling his dick. It
felt strange and exciting, too, to be "sharing" this way. Then
Dave grinned, and in a sly voice said, "Why don't you both lick
it?"
Sue and I looked at each other and answered in unison, "Why
not?"
We both leaned down and started licking up the sides of it,
then I sucked the head while Sue licked, then we traded places.
It was so exciting!
Then we heard footsteps, and we sat up and Dave put his cock
away, fast. It was uncle George. He pushed the screen door open
and stepped outside, a snifter of brandy and a cigar in his hand.
"You kids sittin' in the dark out here?"
"Yes, uncle," I said. "It looks so pretty with the moon out."
"Um," he said, then lit his cigar. The three of us looked at
each other as we realized uncle George had come outside to smoke
his cigar! You can imagine how awkward it was making small talk
while he smoked and enjoyed his brandy, and we wanted to get back
at our "game."
Finally, after what seemed like hours, he put out the stub,
and said, Don't stay out too long. There's a chill in the air,"
and went back inside. He wasn't gone five seconds before Sue and
I were digging in Dave's pants.
We dragged Dave's cock out, and of course, it had gotten soft.
I'd gotten so used to seeing it big and hard, it was a bit of a
shock to see it small and floppy. Before Sue could say or do
anything, I had my mouth on it and was sucking. Dave groaned in
pleasure as his hard- on grew with my close attention, and soon
it was up in its full glory. I leaned back to admire "my work,"
and Sue pounced on it. I watched for a minute, then I carefully
pulled his balls out of his fly, too. First I just stroked them,
then I leaned down and sucked one into my mouth.
I said, "My turn, move over," to Sue. She let go of Dave's
cock and let me have it while she sucked his balls. I sucked it
in until I felt the head press against the back of my mouth, and
then tried swallowing it. Dave moaned softly, and the next thing
I knew, he was spurting his hot juice against my throat. I rocked
back 'til I had just the head in my lips and sucked every drop.
Sue said, "Leave some for me!" We quickly traded, and Sue
got the last squirt, I think. Then she licked it all over as it
got soft again. Dave just sat there, his parts hanging out of his
fly, his face blank. "God, that was good," he mumbled.
I stuffed him back in his pants and zipped him up.
Sue and I wanted Dave to eat us, too, but we were wearing
shorts, and were afraid that if we dropped them to give him
access, someone might come out and catch us. So we demanded that
Dave rub us off instead.
Dave didn't need much convincing. He set to work, rubbing our
pussies, one in each hand. But then, he got up and dragged a
chair over, and sat facing us. He worked his hands up the legs of
our shorts, and pushed our panties aside, and slipped his fingers
in our wet holes. It didn't take long before we were both coming.
It was very nice, but I still wished I could sit on his big
dick.
--
In the last three parts, you remember, I told you that since
confession is good for you," I'm confessing that I love a big
cock in my ass, and my "adventures" about that, but that I'm
changing all the names of people and of some of the places,
because I don't have the other people's permission to reveal
their part in my story, or to use their names.
I told you that I had Marty, too, that summer. Well, here is
how that happened.
The day was warm and sultry. I was looking forward to another
boat expedition to some remote spot, but uncle George had other
ideas. At breakfast he announced that he was taking his family to
Provincetown to the craft show, and that anyone interested could
come along. I declined the offer and Sue wanted to stay, but
uncle George insisted she go.
After they left, I headed for the beach. At least I could
work on my tan, I thought. I found a corner away from the little
kids, put dowm my beach towel, smeared myself with baby oil and
lay down. The sun was warm and I was drowsy and daydreaming about
what had become my favorite subject- a big dick in my bottom-
when a shadow falling on me brought me back to reality. It was
Marty.
"Hi, Kat. Where's Sue?"
"Uncle George dragged her to Provincetown."
"Shit. Dave too?"
"Yeah. Guess you're stuck with me for company."
"Well, that's not so bad," he said, grinning. "Can I join
you?"
I nodded and he spread his towel next to mine and flopped
down.
"So, you're an old- fashioned girl; want to stay a virgin
'til you get married, hunh," he asked?
"Yup."
"And you never did... anything... before the other day?"
"Like I told Sue, the most I did was to give a guy a hand job
after a school dance. Oh, I let some guys cop a feel now and
then, but... I always kept my panties on, y'know?"
"Un hunh. But you really like it, now?"
"Yeah," I answered dreamily. "I didn't know it could be so
good... 'specially not in the ass."
He rolled over on his side looking at me.
"Are you in love with Dave," he asked after a while?
"No. Oh, he's nice, and I like him... but I'm not in love
with him. And, he's my cousin, fer crissake."
"Um," he said.
We spent an hour or so baking in the sun.
"Whew," he said, "It's getting hot. Want to swim?"
"Sure," I said.
"Race you to the island!"
We swam out into the cove, to a clump of weeds and sand we
called an island. It was a couple of hundred yards out, and
though I took the lead early, I tired and he beat me there
easily. I belly- flopped on the sand next to him, panting. He
rolled over next to me and stroked my ass through my suit.
"You do have a nice ass, Kat," he said.
I rolled over and looked at him. He was smiling, and there
was a gleam in his eye and a bulge in his bathing suit.
"Looks like something wants to get out," I said, pointing.
"Yeah?"
Marty stopped grinning. He reached over and gently drew the
straps of my suit off my shoulders and pulled them down until my
breasts fell free of the suit.
"Nice tits, too," he said.
I started to laugh, realizing what a change there had been in
me; that just a week before I would have struggled and run away,
or been horrified to be sitting here with my boobs exposed. I
decided to go for it.
"Isn't that uncomfortable, Marty," I Asked?
I reached out and pulled at the elastic of his suit, still
showing a big bulge. The head of his dick popped out of the top
of the suit.
He shrugged and pulled his suit down. As he released his
cock, it snapped up and banged against his belly, then wobbled up
and down. It wasn't as long as Dave's but it was thicker, and the
head was a big red knob, where Dave's was more pointed.
He sat with the suit around his thighs, his dick pointing
straight at me. He reached over and cupped one of my breasts in
his hand and tweaked my nipple with his fingers. A little twinge
ran right to my pussy.
"Take off your suit, Kat," he said, his voice gruff.
"If you take yours off," I said, trying to sound wicked.
He pulled it off and I wiggled out of mine, then reached over
and grabbed that big knob. He was staring at my pussy.
"I wanna eat you," he said.
By answer I just lay back and spread my legs. He crawled over
and put his face to my wet, silky mound. He put his hands on
each of my buttocks. As his tongue flicked back and forth over
my clit, it sent waves of hot and cold through me. I dropped my
head back, and arched my back in pleasure.
I murmured, "Make me come. Please, I want to come, eat my
pussy. Lick my cunny all over. Suck my clit. Make me come!"
He eagerly obliged. He slipped his hands under my butt,
squeezing my ass- cheeks tightly, and explored my wet pussy with
his tongue. He licked and sucked all over my wet hole, and teased
my clit as I moaned and writhed. In a surprisingly short time, I
shuddered in a violent climax.
Then he was kneeling in front of me, pointing his dick at my
cunny.
"No," I said, "Please don't."
"Oh, shit," he said. "I forgot. You like it in back. Then
roll over."
"We need grease," I said.
He grabbed at his suit and I thought he was going to go, but
he came back with a small tube in his hand. It must have been in
a pocket or something. He opened it and started to smear his cock
with it, then on second thought, handed it to me, "You do it."
Eagerly, I took the tube and coated his throbbing cock. Marty
groaned as I carefully put plenty on the head. Then he took the
tube back and told me to kneel, and pushed my shoulders down to
the ground, my ass way up in the air. He squeezed some of the
jelly on my asshole and rubbed it around with his finger, then
pushed the finger in.
"Oh, yeah," I breathed.
He pumped his finger in and out, working the K-Y in. Then he
stopped and I felt the big knob of his dick against my back door.
He pushed and slid the head in.
"OH!" I said.
Marty grunted and pushed some more, and I felt his thick cock
slide up my rectum, and then his balls whack up against my
throbbing clit.
"Do it to me, Marty," I groaned, "Fuck me in the ass!"
He started to pump me, slowly first, then faster and faster.
On each in- stroke, his balls swung up against my cunny.
It felt great! But I was afraid he would come too fast, so I
wanted him to go slower.
"Oh, Marty, slow down!"
"Great... tight... fucking... ass," he grunted, pumping
away.
I moaned again and he grunted and pumped. I squeezed his dick
with my ass muscles, hoping to slow him down, but he only pumped
harder. The more I squeezed, the harder he pumped. It felt so
good.
I started to come, "Oh, yeah! Oh, fuck me! Oh... AHH..."
I grabbed his balls and he twiddled my clit with his fingers,
and then he stopped pumping and slammed his dick way into me,
pushing hard against my ass cheeks, and I felt his dick pulse in
me, as his hot load shot up in me. He must have squirted eight or
nine times.
Then he started to pull out.
"No, wait," I said urgently. "Stay in me. Please stay in me."
"OK," He said, and using his hands to help, pushed back in
me. We dropped forward onto the sand, him on top of me, his
slowly shrinking dick still deep in me. It felt heavenly! I
tightened up to hold it in. Oh, it was good.
But, then, far too quickly for me, it dropped out.
We took another swim, nude, then got back on the island, and
lay back in the sun. I looked over at him and saw he was getting
hard again.
"Do something for me, Marty," I asked?
"What?"
"Put it in me again, but don't pump in and out."
"Hunh?"
"Yeah. I just want to feel your big dick in me."
He got up and came over to me, and kneeled behind me.
I said, "Wait. Lie down on your side. Good. Now I'll lie down
here next to you."
I snuggled down next to him till we were like nested spoons,
then reached behind me for his cock. I guided it to my back door
and pressed the head against it. Marty pushed, and it was in. I
guess there was still plenty of the grease in my A- hole, because
it just slid right in.
He pushed more, and I felt his dick slither up into me until
his belly was right up against my cheeks.
"Now don't move," I said. "Just relax and enjoy it."
Marty grunted. We stayed like that for a while, and it felt
just dreamy, his fat cock spreading my bottom.
But then he started to soften. I could feel his cock lose its
thickness, and start to come out of me. I squeezed with my anal
muscles, and moved on him, little tiny motions. It got hard
again, and slithered back up me.
"Oh, I like that," I said.
And it did feel wonderful, growing inside me like that.
Marty started to move in me, pumping slowly.
"Lie still, Marty," I ordered.
He stopped. I reached between my legs and found his balls,
and gently stroked them, stretching his sac and pulling his balls
up between my legs and over my hot pussy. Marty pushed my legs up
with his, grabbed my ass cheek and spread me open and pushed in a
little more. I felt my hole spread open as the fat base of his
dick pushed into me. He reached around and cupped my titties with
his hands.
We lay like that for a long time. Every time his dick started
to soften, I moved on him, just enough to get it hard again.
Finally, he muttered, "I can't stand it any more, Kat. I
gotta move in you!"
He started to pull back a little. I let him back off me
about an inch, then pulled him back in by his balls.
"Oh, Jesus," he said.
"OK," I said, "but I'm going to sit on you."
I let go of his balls and rolled back onto him, getting my
legs under me. At one point I had to back off him and I thought
he would slip out, but I managed to keep him in me. I moved
over him until I was squatting over his hips, facing his feet,
his dick still in my ass.
I started to pump him. Very slowly, I moved up and off him,
until he was almost out. Then, just as slowly sat back down until
I was sitting hard on his hips, all of his manhood deep in my
rectum. I did this only four times when I felt myself starting
to come. I sat hard on his cock and squeezed like crazy, and
reached down and rubbed my clit. I came instantly.
I was shuddering all over, and my ass and pussy were jerking
with wild spasms, and I heard my voice making funny squealing
sounds.
"Oh, shit, Kat," I heard Marty say, as though from far away,
"Oh... gaaa... ung!"
I felt, dreamily, his cock pulse way up in me as he shot his
second load in me. I kept coming, each pulse of his dick bringing
me off again, and each squeeze of mine forcing another squirt
from him.
He stopped shooting, but he kept moaning. I was still coming.
It felt like I would never stop! But finally, exhausted, the
spasms stopped, leaving me panting, his softening member still
trapped in me. I tried to keep it in there, sitting hard on his
hips.
"For Crissake, Kat," Marty said, "you're crushing me!"
I lifted my weight from him, just a tiny bit, but he slipped
out. I dropped down onto the sand between his legs, my insides
still twitching slightly.
"Jesus, Kat," Marty whispered, panting, "You are something
else!"
"You ain't bad, yourself," I grinned.
After a while, we took another swim to get the sand off, put
our suits on, and swam back to the mainland.
--
In the last four parts, you remember, I told you that since
"confession is good for you," I'm confessing that I love a big
cock in my ass, and my "adventures" about that, but that I'm
changing all the names of people and of some of the places,
because I don't have the other people's permission to reveal
their part in my story, or to use their names.
In the last four parts I told you about my summer vacation,
where my cousins Dave and Sue, and Marty, Sue's "summer romance"
had introduced me to serious sexual activities, and because I
wanted to stay a virgin, to anal sex. I loved it!
But the vacation ended, and I went back home and to school.
It was my second year in high school, and looked forward to not
being a lowly freshman. I also looked forward to seeing Tommy
Jensen again. "Boy," I thought, "will he be surprised! 'Little
Miss Prim turns into Sex Kitten'."
Now, I know that people don't get younger, but it sure seemed
that way to me; Tommy looked and acted so much more like a kid
than I expected. I suppose that the two weeks with Dave and Marty
had given me a new outlook. I was very disappointed.
In fact, ALL the boys I had been seeing seemed un-interesting
now, and life was looking pretty glum.
One afternoon toward the end of September, I was home alone,
my parents had gone to a party at their friends' house, and I
knew they would be out till midnight. I was horny as the devil
himself, and just couldn't concentrate on TV or reading or
anything.
I was fixing myself a sandwich in the kitchen, and happened
to notice a zucchini in the garbage pail. It looked OK, and I
wondered. I took it out and realized it had gotten a little over-
ripe, and mom must have tossed it. It was still firm, but squished
a little when you squeezed it. Holding it, it felt a lot like
Dave's dick when it was hard, and I got this idea.
I finished eating, then took the zucchini to the bathroom
and closed the door. On impulse, I drew bathwater and tossed in
some bubble bath.
I stripped myself naked and admired my body in the full
length mirror on the door, which also faced the regular mirror
behind me. I had a nice figure, I thought. My tits were good
size, and still growing I think, and stood out nicely from my
chest. Quarter-sized areoles surrounded nipples that, when I got
hot as I was then, puckered up and stood out about a half inch.
My waist was slender, my navel a deep little hole in the
round of my stomach. My hips were full and round, and I admired
them as I ran my hands over them, feeling the hard bones and the
soft flesh. The triangle of my pussy was covered with blonde
curls, but I could see the bulging outer lips and the little
folds of the inner lips sticking out.
My best part, I thought, was my ass. I admired it in the
double-reflection, how full and round it was, how it stuck out
behind me, looking like, it seemed to me, an invitation. "See how
I stick out, come and fuck me."
I ran my hands over my ass cheeks and felt the sensuous
roundness, the yielding flesh.
The tub had run full, so I turned off the water and got in,
bringing the zucchini and a jar of Vaseline. I lay back in the
water and felt its warmth on my body, relaxing me. I slowly and
carefully smeared Vaseline on the zucchini.
When I was satisfied that it was well greased, I got out of
the tub and lay on my back on the rug. I raised my legs up high
and pressed the zuch against my butt- hole. I wouldn't go in. I
took a Vaseline-smeared finger and stuck it in, and worked it
around, loosening my muscles. Then I tried the zucchini again. It
popped in this time. It felt good. Slowly I pushed it until the
whole nine or so inches was in my ass. Holding it with my hand, I
slowly lowered my legs, then got up and back in the tub.
Oh, it felt good. It was just squishy enough to feel almost
real, and long and thick. Longer and thicker than either Dave or
Marty, I realized. I lay in the tub a long time, squeezing my
ass muscles once in a while, just feeling it in there. But I
missed how a real dick would throb and squirm, with a life all
its own in there. The zucchini just... was there.
Eventually the water got cold, so I got up and drained the
tub. I kept the zuch in me as I dried off. The mirror had gotten
slightly steamed up, but I bent over and looked. It was exciting
to see the end of the thick green thing sticking out of my tail!
Using my fingers, I moved it in and out, still watching in
the mirror. Funny how my pussy lips would wiggle as I moved it in
my ass. My clit stuck out at the top of my pussy, pushing out of
its little hood, pink and shiny. I touched it with a fingertip
and shivers ran up my spine.
I got out of the bathroom, still nude, and walked to my room,
holding the zucchini in my ass with my hand. What great
sensations as I walked, it almost felt like a real cock moving
around in me. I dug the polaroid Dave had taken out of its hiding
place and looked at myself admiring Dave's cock, and remembering
what happened next.
I got a pair of panties out and put them on to hold the
zucchini in me, and lay on the bed, face down, making believe it
was a lover's big cock, and that he was going to keep it in me
all night. I fell asleep that way.
When I woke up, I was scared. How late was it? It was still
afternoon, I was safe. The zucchini was still in my ass, and I
felt heavenly. But now I really wanted to be fucked. I rolled on
my back, yanked the panties off, and jammed that veggie lover in
and out of me. I rubbed my clit with my other hand, and soon I
came. Since I was alone, I could yell, and I did.
After I stopped coming, I was panting hard, and I just lay
there. I felt the zucchini slowly oozing out of me. I started to
cry, cause though it had been good, it wasn't like a real cock
after all.
In a half an hour I was horny again.
I knew where my dad kept his "X" rated videos, so, still
naked, I got one out and popped it into the VCR.
The men all had huge cocks, much bigger than Dave or Marty,
more like my veggie lover. One of the women was really good
looking, with a cute, round ass like mine. I half-interestedly
watched them suck and fuck all over the place, and sat playing
with my clitty.
Then the good-looking one was getting it doggie-style from
the man with the biggest cock, and she turned around and said,
"Fuck me in the ass, please."
I suddenly got interested. He put that huge thing in her ass
and pumped that long thing in and out. Then he lay down and she
straddled him, impaling her ass hole on it. I was really getting
hot, so I took my zucchini and set it on the floor, and squatted
on it like the woman in the movie did with the guy's dick.
Watching his cock go in and out of her, and feeling my veggie
lover go in and out of me, I came again.
I watched two more videos, and fucked my veggie lover twice
more. My ass was getting sore by this time, so I put away the
videos and threw the zuch away (after washing it).
I flopped on my bed and cried, wishing for a real lover.
--
In the last five parts, you remember, I told you that since
"confession is good for you," I'm confessing that I love a big
cock in my ass, and my "adventures" about that, but that I'm
changing all the names of people and of some of the places,
because I don't have the other people's permission to reveal
their part in my story, or to use their names.
I told you about my summer vacation, where my cousins Dave
and Sue, and Marty, Sue's "summer romance" had introduced me to
serious sexual activities, and because I wanted to stay a virgin,
to anal sex. I loved it! But the vacation ended, and I went
back home and to school. I was very disappointed. All the boys I
had been seeing seemed un-interesting now, and life was looking
pretty glum. That is, until I met Bob.
Bob was a senior, blonde and good looking, and he had a
sports car. The girls thought he was a nerd, always working on
his old Porsche, but Bob looked real good to me, and I wanted to
make sure he noticed me. If he was always working on his car,
you couldn't tell, 'cause he kept his hands and fingernails
clean.
Remember my mom's attitude about clothes? I took to bringing
a change of clothes in my gym bag and changing in the girl's room
before school started, and putting the plain dresses my mom
preferred back on before going home. I wore tight jeans, that
showed off my round rear, and tight sweaters that emphasized my
boobs. I found out Bob's class schedule and made sure I was
walking the same hallway he was whenever I could.
After a week of this I was getting frustrated, when finally
he smiled at me as I passed him. I smiled back and said, "Hi."
After that, he started to look for me, sat with me at lunch
and study hall. It wasn't long after that he asked me out.
I sure worked hard to look good- and sexy- for that date. I
had a lot of talking with my mom so I could wear something that
didn't look frumpy and old-fashioned, and in the end wound up
compromising with her anyway. I wore a silk blouse and a plaid
skirt, with a much lower hem than I wanted.
He took me to a movie and afterward to a diner, where we sat
and talked over burgers and shakes. He was really interesting,
not at all the car- centered nerd the girls thought he was, and I
enjoyed getting acquainted. But what I really wanted to get
aquainted with was in his pants.
We left the diner, and Bob started to drive me home. I said
it was still early, and I asked him if he would like to drive up
to The Mountain, the local parking and necking area, to show me
how his car could go on the winding roads up there.
He grinned and turned off onto the Interstate, and said he
knew of a better place, not as crowded. He turned on the radio,
and in a half hour he turned off onto a back road, and soon
turned off of that, too.
There was nothing here but a reservoir and a dirt road
winding around it, and pine trees.
Bob turned the radio off, and made sure I had the seat belt
on. Then he down-shifted and floored it, and I had the car-ride
of my life! I kept thinking for sure that we would slide off the
road and into either the water or a tree, but he kept the car on
the road, though not usually pointed the way we were going! I
glanced at the speedometer at one point and saw 85.
He finally slowed down, and turned off under a clump of
trees, and rolled along a trail out to the edge of the water, and
shut off the lights and the engine. I was panting from the ride.
"It sure is quiet out here," Bob grinned at me. "How'd you
like the ride?"
"Oh, God," I said.
He laughed and turned the radio on low, and selected a
station with soft music. I finally recovered enough to realize
what a beautiful spot this was, with the moonlight on the
reservoir, and under these old pines.
Bob sat there looking at me, and I wondered what was going
through his mind, if he was wondering how far he could go with me
on our first date. So, I decided for him.
I took off the seat belt and slid over toward him as far as I
could on the bucket seat. Then I took his face in my hands and
kissed him, open mouthed. He put his arms around me and frenched
me back.
Bob broke off the kiss and slid over from behind the wheel,
and reached around the seat, and reclined my seat back. Then he
reclined his, and instantly was kissing me again. His hand was
groping around my back and sides, so I took it and placed it on
my right breast.
Bob sighed and nibbled my ear.
I loosened the top two buttons of my blouse and guided his
hand, he took the hint right away and snaked it under blouse and
bra, and fondled me.
I put my hand down to his crotch and felt for his cock. I had
no trouble finding it, it was big and hard. I stroked it gently
through the cloth as he resumed frenching me, and opening some
more buttons. Soon he had the blouse open and was feeling my tits
through the bra. I giggled and told him it opened in front.
He found the clasp and opened the bra, exposing my tits to
the night. His breathing got fast. He fondled my boobs, and
tweaked the nipples while frenching my mouth.
I kept playing with his dick through the trousers.
He started kissing my neck, and worked his way down to my
tits, where he licked circles around the nipples. God, I was
getting hot! Then, suddenly, he pounced on a nipple with his lips
and sucked it. The sensation seemed to shoot right through me to
my pussy. I squeezed his cock and he moaned.
I wanted his dick in my hand. Actually, I wanted it in my
ass, but I was afraid to try that on a first date. I found the
zipper of his fly and pulled. It wouldn't budge at first, I had
to use the other hand to hold it. I pulled his fly open, and
reached in his underwear. As my fingers circled his shaft, he
sucked in his breath and moaned, and nibbled my nipple.
I brought his cock out and stroked it gently in my hand.
"Oh, God, Kat," he moaned.
Moving his mouth to my other nipple, he took his hand and
started rubbing my mound through the skirt, but after a few rubs,
he pulled the skirt up and was rubbing my panties.
I made a ring out of my thumb and forefinger, circled the head
of his cock, and rubbed the ring up and down just under the head.
"Ohh, yesss!'" he hissed, his finger on my clit.
Somehow, he had gotten his hand in my panties, and was doing
everything right. He rubbed my clit, played with my lips. It was
so good, I forgot about his cock, just held it and squeezed. He
kept working my clit very gently, and I was...
"Oh, Bob, oh, OH! OooooH!"
...coming,...
"Oh, OHHH, mmMMAA!"
I came all in a rush, a really good one. He kept flipping my
clit gently, just the right amount, and I kept coming. It lasted
a long time, but finally it was over, and I stopped shaking, my
insides still twitching.
Bob kissed me gently, smiled and pulled my skirt back down.
"Whew," he said. "A good one, hunh?"
I still was holding his cock, stiff as ever, so I started
jacking it, slowly.
"Your turn," I said.
He lay back and moaned. I sat up a little to get a good look
at his cock. It was nice! At least as nice as Dave's, long
enough, thick enough, with a wide corona.
I decided the hell with first date rules altogether, we had
already done more than I had ever done on a first date.
I moved over him and licked the head of his cock.
"Oh, Kat!" he groaned.
I licked it from where it came out of his pants all the way
up to the head, along the underside, and flicked my tongue at its
little "eye." Then I clamped my lips over it and sucked, drawing it
into my mouth slowly while rubbing it with my tongue. When the
head bumped the back of my throat, I shoved and swallowed,
massaging the head with my throat. I felt it go down my throat
and so I pushed some more. My nose bumped his zipper.
I gagged a little, so I drew back, just as slowly, still rubbing
with my tongue. His breath was fast and hard by now.
Then I lay it against my mouth and tongue, and licked the
underside of the head.
"Ahh, Ohh. Mmmmm. Gaahhhh!"
Bob's moans became cries and I felt his cock start to pulse.
I clamped my lips hard over the head and stroked up and down
fast. Four strokes and he was gushing, his hot semen pulsing into
my mouth as fast as I could swallow it.
"Mmmm, mmmm." I hummed in pleasure as I drained him.
"Ohhh, AHHH," he alternately moaned and roared in his
pleasure, his hands dancing madly in my hair. He shot and shot,
at least six times. Finally, he stopped shooting, and I sucked
his shrinking cock into my mouth and cuddled it with my tongue.
"Kat, Kat, Oh Kat," he murmured.
I stroked his face with my hand, still cuddling his shrunken
prick in my mouth. I lay there, my head in his lap, looking up at
him, the sky and trees behind him, and I felt good. He stroked my
face and hair with his hands.
"It's getting late," he whispered after a while. "I wouldn't
want your parents to get angry; I want to see you again."
"Me too," I mumbled around his cock. "Maybe you better drive
us home."
He lifted my face from his cock and kissed me very
thoroughly, then raised the seat-back. He started to zip up his
fly, but I swatted his hand away, "Leave it out for now," I said,
"and drive slower."
He grinned and started the engine, turned the headlights on
and backed out to the road. I'll never forget the feeling of the
night-air wind rushing over my exposed breasts as we drove along
that road, or the feel of his cock hardening again as I held it
while he drove. I wanted the ride to go on and on, but we were
soon back on the secondary road leading to the interstate, and I
fastened my bra and buttoned up my blouse.
But I kept my hand on his cock the whole way home. We were
only a block away when I carefully zipped him back up.
He pulled to the curb in front of my house, and looked at me.
"Tomorrow night?" he asked.
I put my arms around his neck and gave him a quick kiss.
"Tomorrow night," I replied.
--
In the last parts, you remember, I told you that since
"confession is good for you," I'm confessing that I love a big
cock in my ass, and my "adventures" about that, but that I'm
changing all the names of people and of some of the places,
because I don't have the other people's permission to reveal
their part in my story, or to use their names.
In the first four parts I told you about my summer vacation,
where my cousins Dave and Sue, and Marty, Sue's "summer romance"
had introduced me to serious sexual activities, and because I
wanted to stay a virgin, to anal sex. I loved it!
And in part five I told you how horny I was, and in part six
how I got Bob to notice me, and take me out in his Porsche, and I
had the car-ride of my life! And how he had gotten his hand in
my panties, made me come, a really good one. And how I sucked and
licked him till he shot in my mouth. Then, driving home, I'll
never forget the feeling of the night-air wind rushing over my
exposed breasts, or the feel of his cock hardening again as I
held it while he drove. I kept my hand around his cock the whole
way home.
The next day in school, Bob grinned when he saw me from down
the hall, and came straight over to me.
"Hi Kat," he said. "Why wait for tonight? Wanna take a drive
after school?"
"Sure I do, Bob. But I gotta stop home first."
"OK," he grinned. "My car is in the parking lot, meet me
there?"
The day couldn't go fast enough, but finally the last bell
rang, and I practically ran to the lot. It wasn't hard to spot
the red Porsche, and I got there just as Bob was putting the top
down. He drove me home, and I invited him in.
Mom was there, of course, and she said, "Oh, hello, Bob. You
kids have plans, I suppose?"
"Yes, Mom," I said. "Is it OK?"
"Sure. Just be home in time for dinner."
I grinned, and told Bob, "I'll be down in a minute," and
hurried to my room to change. It was a warm fall day, so I put
on shorts and a blouse, but figuring Mom wouldn't notice, and
feeling wicked, I wore no underwear.
I also packed a tube of K-Y in my purse, just in case.
A quick look in the mirror, a touch-up, and back downstairs.
Bob gave me an appreciative look, Mom a slightly disapproving
one (she didn't like those shorts- they were a little tight on my
ass), but said, "Have fun, and don't forget dinner."
Bob drove off, and headed for the Interstate, and I thought
he was going to the reservoir again, but he turned off sooner. He
drove a short way up a secondary road, then turned off onto a
dirt road which wound back and forth up a mountain.
When we reached the top, he turned onto a grassy knoll
overlooking the valley, and turned off the motor.
"Gee, you know a lot of places, Bob," I said.
He grinned back, a kind of "Aw shucks," little boy grin. Then
he said, "I like driving where there's no traffic, so I look for
back roads. Sometimes I find places like this and remember them."
"To take girls... like me?"
He looked hurt. "You're the first person I've ever brought to
this spot. It's one of my favorite thinking places close to
home."
"Is that what you want to do, think?" I teased.
He leaned over and kissed me for answer. I put my arms around
his neck and kissed back, darting my tongue over his. After a
while, he broke off the kiss, grabbed his keys, opened the door
and said, "Come."
He opened the trunk (I hadn't realized, it was in front like
in a beetle!) and brought out a blanket. I followed him across
the grass then under some pine trees. We walked maybe a hundred
yards, and came out onto a rock ledge that overhung a steep drop.
A gentle breeze was coming up from the valley below. Bob spread
the blanket out on a smooth, flat spot, and plopped himself down,
and opened his arms to me in invitation.
I sank into his arms, and we kissed again. His hands began to
rove around my body. He was delighted to discover the lack of a
bra. After a while, we came up for air.
We sat up and Bob looked at me a with a long, sort- of puppy-
dog face.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"Nothin'," he said. "I... I just... I just don't want you to
think that I... I was afraid I was coming on too fast, Kat. I
really like you, and..."
His voice trailed off, and he looked away, toward the valley.
I grinned and sat back, and said, "I never did anything like
last night on a first date before, Bob. But I'm not sorry. I
really like you, too. And I want more... with you."
He looked back at me, and I started, very slowly, to undo the
top button of my blouse. He watched while I undid two buttons,
then his hands came up and undid the rest.
I started to undo his shirt as he pulled the shirt tails out
of my shorts and opened the front. His hands glided over my
nipples and up to my shoulders, where they gently drew the shirt
off.
I had to drop my hands to let the shirt off my arms, and
while I did that, Bob yanked his shirt off. Then, kneeling on the
blanket with our arms around each other, we kissed again. I
brushed my nipples against his chest and ran my hands over his
back. Then I felt one of his hands run down my back and squeeze
my ass.
Bob's lips left my mouth and he kissed my neck, my ear, then
he kissed his way down from my neck to my breasts, lingering on
the nipples. Oh, it felt good, having my tits kissed and my ass
squeezed!
My hands ran to his crotch again, and slowly pulled the
zipper down. I found his belt buckle and undid it, then the
button at the top of his jeans. I started to work his jeans off,
but they were tight and it wasn't working.
He stood up and pulled them down himself, then stepped out of
them. As he did, I pulled off his underpants. As his hard cock
came free of the elastic, it snapped up to attention, and hit me
on the chin. I laughed and kissed it. Bob grunted.
He sank back down to his knees, and held me again, his hand
trying to get under the waistband of my shorts in back, and not
succeeding. I stood up then, and undid the buttons, and put his
hands on the tops of the shorts over my hips. "Want them off?" I
asked, "Then pull them down."
He did, and discovered the lack of panties. As he pulled the
shorts down to my knees he leaned forward and pressed his face to
my bush, and I felt his tongue touch my lips.
I stepped out of the shorts and stood with my legs apart to
let him get his face at my pussy better. But he couldn't get his
tongue on me very well that way, so I said, "Lie back."
He did, and I pulled his undershorts off his feet, and stood
over him. He had a nice body. He must have worked out or
something, 'cause it was muscular and athletic- looking. Not like
a body- builder, mind you, I wouldn't have liked that, but strong
and firm. Much more firm than either Dave or Marty.
And so was his cock, hard and big, lying there pulsing
slightly on his belly, thick and nice. It looked even better in
the daylight than it had last night in the moonlight. I was
getting wet just looking at him, and I wanted that cock deep in
me.
For his part, he looked up at me, his eyes lingering on my
pussy.
"You're beautiful," he murmured.
I kept looking at his cock. I wanted to just sit on it and
sit on it. But I was afraid I might turn him off and scare him
away by talking about anal sex, so I turned around and sat on his
face, while I stroked his cock and cupped his balls.
He went to work with obvious pleasure, licking my lips, my
clitty, the place between my ass and pussy. It felt wonderful!
How nice it was, here in the warm sun, naked and being eaten! I
could feel my clitty pushing out of its little hood, and whenever
his tongue rubbed against it, it sent shivers down my spine.
I held his cock and admired it, turning it this way and that,
inches from my nose. I loved the look and feel of it. The red
bulb of the head, it's little eye winking at me, the shiny slick
skin behind the head, the bulging veins along the shaft. I loved
the wrinkled sac of his balls. His dick was as long as Dave's,
and as fat as Marty's. It was as light- skinned as Bob was, and
his pubic hair was blonde like his head.
As I played and watched, I saw a drop of pre- fluid ooze out
of the slitted opening. Experimentally, I stuck out my tongue and
licked it off. I liked the taste. Then I set his cock back on his
belly and licked the length of the underside up and down. I
rubbed the shaft of it over my face, then holding it straight up,
turned my head sideways and mouthed the side of it, from the root
to the tip. When I reached the tip I turned and sucked the head
into my mouth. I felt Bob moan into my pussy.
He had his tongue in my hole and was licking me out. He was
trying to get his tongue way up into me. Suddenly he stopped and
said, "Kat, are you a virgin?"
"Yeff," I said, his cock still in my mouth. I filled my mouth
with it, and when I felt it at the back of my throat, pushed and
swallowed. I got it all in, my nose down to his balls. I have to
admit, I liked having all of his cock in me, but I didn't like
the feel of it in my throat. I've never gotten over the feel of
gagging.
Meantime, he went back to work on my clit and my inner lips,
and I started to come. I pulled off his cock; I was afraid I
might bite it or something, 'cause I could tell it was a big one
coming. He stabbed his tongue at my ass hole then, and that
pushed me over the edge. I moaned and grunted, and the shakes
started. I started to mumble, my face pressed into his pubes. He
kept at me, pulling at my clit with his lips, flicking his tongue
on my labia, and pressing his tongue into my back door. I came
and came.
Finally, I trusted myself enough to take his dick back in my
mouth. I licked it, I sucked it. I tongued the little bridge of
flesh under the head. Feverishly, I licked the sides, I licked
the underside, I licked the top.
He went back to work, sucking my clitty, and I came again,
though not as hard.
I put my lips around the crown, and ran my teeth lightly
under the rim. He groaned. I sucked my cheeks in and ran it in
and out of my mouth. I felt the contractions in his dick and knew
he was coming before he started groaning. His fingers dug into my
ass cheeks, he buried his face in my pussy, and he shot. Hot wads
of his come squirted against my throat. I sucked and swallowed,
sucked and swallowed. Oh, it was good.
Finally, he stopped squirting, and I kept licking and sucking
as his dick shrank. Then we just lay there, his mouth holding my
pussy lips, mine holding his now shrunken dick.
After a long while, my legs were getting tired, so I let go
and rolled off him, turned and lay next to him. He smiled at me
and held me tight, fondling and kissing my tits, wrapping his
legs around mine. I wrapped my fingers around his dick and balls.
"So, you're a virgin," he said at last.
I got a little angry.
"Yes," I said. "Did you think I do this with everybody, and
screw the team or something?"
"No, no, Kat. Don't get mad, now. It's... well, I am, too."
"Oh? You seem... experienced."
"Well," he said, blushing, "that's what I thought about you.
"Last night," he went on, "was the first time anybody gave me
a, uh... head"
I giggled, then and so did he. Soon we were both laughing.
Then he got serious, and said, "I love your pussy."
"I love your cock," I whispered, noticing that it was getting
hard again. I let go of it, and sat back from him, and I saw it
shrink again. I put my head on his thigh, where I could watch it
closely, and I tickled it and softly rubbed it with my
fingertips. I watched it rise.
"Love to see it grow," I said. "and shrink, too."
It got about half hard and stopped, so I sucked one of his
balls into my mouth. His dick practically jumped at me.
He got up, then, on his knees, and put me on my back. He
kneeled over me, and said, "I want you, Kat. I want to do 'it'
with you, now."
"No, Bob," I said. "I want it too, but no."
He looked hurt.
"I'll suck it for you again. I'll let you rub it on my pussy,
outside. But you have to promise not to put it in."
"Kat, please."
"No. Rub it on the outside. It's good. But promise."
"OK. I promise."
He raised my legs over his shoulders and put his dick in the
valley of my pussy, and rubbed it up and down. I was still very
wet from my coming and his eating me, so it slid nicely. I felt
the ridge of the head rubbing my clit, and in no time my clit was
poking out of the hood, and rubbing the underside of his cock as
he moved up and down.
"It *is* good," he said. "But I still want to be inside you."
I wanted to tell him how he could be inside me, in my ass,
that lovely big cock sunk deep in my ass. But I was afraid he'd
think it awful, so I didn't. Instead, I pulled my inner lips out
with my hand and covered his cock with them as he rubbed it in
the valley. It felt good, but I was really going nuts, wanting it
in my back door!
He rubbed up and down like that, watching the head of his
cock rub on my clitty. Then, he wet a finger and started rubbing
it over my asshole. It felt so good! He wet it again, and pushed
the finger in and worked it around in there, still rubbing his
cock head against my clit. It felt wonderful, and I closed my
eyes for a moment.
He pulled the finger out, and I opened my eyes to see him
pulling his thumb out of his mouth and bringing it to my anus. In
a second I felt it go in me back there.
"Oh, Bob," I said, "that's good."
I wanted to say, " Please, put your cock in there! Please,"
But I was still too scared that he'd think it dirty or something.
Instead, I squirmed under him, rubbing my pussy on the underside
of his cock, feeling his thumb in my ass. It was so very good,
but I still wanted his big meat in there. I almost asked him,
then, but then I felt his cock starting to pulse again, and my
own waves began to crest.
We came together, our moans mingling and did our sex parts.
Bob shot several loads, despite his having come so recently, and
they spattered on my belly, one landing right in my navel.
When we stopped our spasms, Bob rubbed his shrinking cock on
my pussy some more, smiling happily at me. I pulled him down over
me, crossing my ankles behind his back, and kissed him deeply.
We lay like that for a while, then he asked, "What time does
your family have dinner? I have to get you back."
"What time is it now?"
"Five."
I sighed a long sigh. "We better go."
I got some Kleenex from my purse and we wiped off. I wadded
some of it onto my pussy, 'cause I was still dripping wet and was
afraid I'd satin my shorts.
We walked back to the car, hand in hand. Bob put the blanket
back, started the car and we drove home.
"Can I see you tonight, too?" he asked, as he stopped in
front of my house.
"I better not. Tomorrow?"
"Sure, Kat."
--
In the last parts, you remember, I told you that since
"confession is good for you," I'm confessing that I love a big
cock in my ass, and my "adventures" about that, but that I'm
changing all the names of people and of some of the places,
because I don't have the other people's permission to reveal
their part in my story, or to use their names.
In the first four parts I told you about my summer vacation,
where my cousins Dave and Sue, and Marty, Sue's "summer romance"
had introduced me to serious sexual activities, and because I
wanted to stay a virgin, to anal sex. I loved it!
And in part six and seven I told you how I got Bob to notice
me, and take me out, and how we got off to a good sexual start,
right away. We did "69" a lot, and sometimes he would rub his
cock over my slit till we both came. I still wanted to stay
virginal, so I didn't let him fuck me, and I was too scared to
ask him to fuck me in the ass, much as I wanted it.
It was like that for a month or so. We would meet in the
afternoons during the week, evenings on weekends. We would suck
and rub, and afterwards talk, or sometimes (rarely) just sit or
lie quietly in each others arms, as naked as the situation would
allow.
One Saturday we had plans to go out. But in the afternoon I
was feeling lousy, and my mother gave me a hard time about
cleaning my room, and I sassed her. I got grounded. Bob came over
to pick me up, and my Dad explained how I was grounded while I
stood there with tears in my eyes. Bob said, "Sorry," and turned
to go. My Dad said, "No reason to punish you, Bob. Why don't you
stay?"
Bob looked at me and said, "Sure."
We sat on the couch and watched TV with my parents. Bob held
my hand, and I saw my Dad and Mom look at each other and smile,
and Dad took Mom's hand. For the first time I felt like my
parents were just people, like some couple Bob and I were double
dating with. It was nice. My folks liked Bob, And though we never
talked about it, I know he liked them.
Another time, we hadn't done anything in almost a week 'cause
I had my period, and we were so horny that we cut study hall and
went out to his car and did "69" under the tonneau cover. We
almost missed our next classes 'cause an hour wasn't enough.
But then, there was the night of the turning point. We had
gone to a dance, and both his parents and mine were there. We
stayed a long time because of that, but eventually we slipped
out. I was wearing a long dress, low cut (as low as my mother
would allow) and Bob was wearing a fine suit. We got into his
Porsche looking like young jet-setters. Bob headed right for the
Interstate. Even though it was October, it was still warm, and
the wind felt good.
He drove up to the reservoir where we'd had our first date
encounter, and turned off at the same spot.
"Bob, I like this place," I said. "It's so quiet and
beautiful, and... where we first... you know."
He grinned and took of his bow-tie. "I love you," he said,
for the first time. I sat and took it in.
"I love you," he said again. "Not just 'I want you,' which I
do, but I really love you. It is so great just being with you,
even when we don't do anything."
"I love you too, Bob."
He sat for a long moment, then reached out for me, and we
kissed, long, hard and deep.
I turned my back and said, "Pull down the zipper, Bob. I want
you to kiss my breasts."
He pulled the zipper of my dress down and, on impulse, I got
out of the car and removed the dress and threw it in the back of
the car. Then I took off all my underwear and threw it back there
too. I walked away from the car, out under a clump of pines and
sat down. Pine needles tickle!
Bob got out of the car and stripped, got the blanket and
walked over to join me. He stood, naked in the moonlight, over
me. I reached my hand out and stroked his penis. He threw his
head back and moaned. I took his manhood in my mouth and sucked.
Bob stood, swaying, a long while while a tended to him, but
then he stepped back and kneeled down in front of me. With a very
earnest look on his face he said, "Kat, do you want to do *it*
with me?"
I looked hard at him and said, "Yes, but I want to stay a
virgin. I love sucking you, and swallowing your stuff. It makes
me think you are a part of me forever."
He said, "How much do you want to do it with me?"
"More than anything," I said.
"Kat, my sweet, there is a way, if you want to."
My heart raced, thinking what he was saying. Did he want me
in my ass? I didn't dare think it. It was too sweet.
"What is that, Darling?" I asked as innocently as I could.
"I know," he started, hesitating, "that it turns you on when
I put fingers in your... back door. If I get greased up, we could
do it... back there."
My heart was pounding, now. He was frightened of asking me! I
said, "Let's try it, Darling!"
He showed me a jar of Nivea creme and said, "This will help."
He opened the jar and looked at me. I grinned and took a glob
and rubbed it on his flagging hard- on. It got hard real fast!
"Oh, baby, yes," he said as I rubbed the creme on.
He took some from my hand and put it on his finger.
"Let me at you," he said.
I leaned back against a dead-fall and opened my legs, raising
them up in the air. He smeared some around my back hole, then
stuck his finger in me and worked the creme in.
"Oh, YES," I said, and reached out and played with his balls.
He played with my butt hole a while, loosening up my sphincters.
I watched him, fascinated. Then he rubbed his cock- head against
my anus, then put the head against it and pushed gently. I
relaxed my muscles and bore down, and the head just popped right
in.
"Oh!" he said.
"Mmmmm!" I said.
He pushed more and at first nothing happened, but then, I
squirmed a little, got the angle right, and it just slithered
right up me all in a rush, and I felt his balls bang against my
crack. I could only see a couple of inches of his lovely cock,
the rest was in me. Bob's eyes were wide, watching his cock
vanish into me.
"Are you OK?" he asked.
"Oh, Bob, it's good," I murmured. "Please, put it in me, all
the way in, then just stay there a while."
He pushed my knees further up and sank onto me, and I felt
that beautiful dick slide up me, until his belly and legs were
tight up against me. He reached down and stroked my clit with his
fingers, and watched me.
"Oh, Bob. It's wonderful. You're wonderful," I babbled. "I
love your cock in me."
He moved slightly, just out and in maybe a half inch, and
slowly. That felt so good. So wonderfully good.
"Do that again, slowly," I whispered.
He did. Slowly he pulled back, but this time further, maybe
about four inches. Then he pushed back in, very slowly, until he
was jammed up against me again.
It felt good inside, but his big dick felt a little raw
going in. I said, "Just stay there, please. Don't move a minute."
He stayed, but I could tell he wanted to pump me. His dick
was throbbing in my rectum, I could feel it in there. I squeezed
it with my sphincter muscles.
"OH!" he said. "Again."
I felt his dick throb and I squeezed it back.
He started pumping, and it hurt.
"OUCH!" I cried.
"Oh! Sorry."
"Darling," I said, "Pull out, gently."
He pulled his dick halfway out.
"No, all the way. The angle's not right."
He looked hurt, but he did as I asked. I sat up, got another
glob of the Nivea in my hand and rubbed it on his beautiful cock.
I turned around on my knees, face on the blanket, ass in the air.
I felt his fingers working into my ass hole, then I saw him kneel
behind me and his big dick slithered in me. I saw his balls
dangle by my pussy, then I felt him against my ass cheeks.
"Pump me, now, Darling. Fuck me," I said.
He started to pump in and out of me, slow and sure, and with
very long strokes. It felt so very good, sliding out, then
slithering way up in me. On the out- stroke I squeezed down on
him, on the in stroke I relaxed. In six strokes I was coming. I
began to grunt and moan, I was shoving my ass back at him, and I
heard myself shouting, "Fuck me, Bob! Oh, Darling, fuck me, fuck
my ass, shove that beautiful cock in my ass!"
With a rush, my orgasm was here. My rectal muscles clamped
down hard, making his big dick feel huge. Waves and waves of
pleasure overcame me. It was even better than it had been this
summer. I was transported. My muscles spasmed. My rectal passage
vibrated on his dick. I was vaguely aware that somewhere during
my long coming, Bob came, and shot squirt after squirt of semen
deep in my rectum, which only renewed the intensity of my orgasm.
After what seemed like an hour, I stopped spasming. Bob's
dick was still way up in me, and was still big. I had it clamped
hard. I pushed back against him.
"Darling," I whispered. "That was SOOO good. Please leave it
in me a while."
He stayed, his dick softening slowly.
I gushed, and told my first love-lie. "Oh, Bob. That was SOOO
good. Oh, Darling, I love this. I'm so glad you thought of it."
He was so quiet I was afraid he hadn't liked it, or suspected
it was not new to me. But he finally whispered, "Kat, I was so
afraid you wouldn't like it, or that it would hurt you."
Inwardly I smiled. "Oh, no, Bob. Please do it again... as
soon as you can!"
I felt his cock growing inside me already. He laughed.
"I was so afraid to ask you. I thought you'd think it was
dirty and wouldn't like me anymore!"
I giggled.
He said, "Don't tell me. You too?"
"Yes," I said. "Oh, Bob. I wanted you to try this so much."
We both laughed then, and with a pop, his dick came out of
me. But, somehow he managed to push it right back in, and pumped
a little. I felt it getting bigger and harder in me.
"Go, baby," I said, "Fuck me, fuck me hard with your
beautiful cock! Do it!"
It was perfect. He moved slowly, just the right speed. I felt
the ridge of his cock- head slide into me, then back out. He
pulled all the way out of me and teased my ass, then thrust in
all the way to the hilt. I was in heaven!
He reached his hand down and stroked my clit, I reached down
and played with his balls. He grunted and started stroking longer
and faster.
I came again. I thrashed my ass around, trying to get even
more in me, I bumped back on him, I squealed and groaned. As my
muscles spasmed around his dick, he grunted deeply and I felt him
throb in me, then I felt him shoot, deep in my body. God, it was
good! I wanted him to keep shooting. He shot about five times
before he stopped. I felt like he was really a part of me now.
I said, "Before you get too soft, let's lie on our sides and
stay there."
We rolled over sideways, and though he pulled part way out,
we bent our legs and he pushed back in me. His dick stayed half
hard, he held me close, cupping my left breast in one hand, my
pussy in the other, and I reached between my legs and held his
balls. We lay like that for a long time. I loved his cock in my
ass!
Eventually, we realized it was late. "I want to stay like
this all night," I said.
"Me too," he said.
But we got up, and I got out some Kleenex and cleaned off his
cock, and wiped the Nivea off my butt. Then we got dressed, and
he drove me home. On the way home, I unzipped his fly and pulled
his cock out, and got it hard with my hand, then put my head in
his lap and licked its head while he drove.
I was careful not to let him come, or get close to coming, I
didn't want him driving off the road or something, so I just kept
doing the things I knew he liked, but gently. He stroked my hair
with his free hand, and somehow managed to shift reaching over
me.
When we were a couple of blocks from my house, I told him to
turn off on James Court, a cul-de-sac, and park in front of the
house under constuction there. When he stopped the car, I pumped
and sucked him and made him come in my mouth.
--
In the last parts, you remember, I told you that since
"confession is good for you," I'm confessing that I love a big
cock in my ass, and my "adventures" about that, but that I'm
changing all the names of people and of some of the places,
because I don't have the other people's permission to reveal
their part in my story, or to use their names.
In the first four parts I told you about my summer vacation,
where my cousins Dave and Sue, and Marty, Sue's "summer romance"
had introduced me to serious sexual activities, and because I
wanted to stay a virgin, to anal sex. I loved it!
And in the last part I told you how Bob, my boyfriend,
finally decided to try my back door. How good that was!
So, late October and early November were great for me. Bob
and I would "69" about twice a week, and even when we couldn't
arrange that, I would give him head while he brought me off with
his hand. And, best of all, on weekends, when we had more time
together, we would drive somewhere we could be alone and he'd put
that beautiful cock of his way up in my hungry ass.
It got more difficult after that, though, 'cause the weather
got cold and wet, and we couldn't use the great outdoors anymore.
And a Porsche is not a great bedroom. Even so, with the reclining
seats, we managed. Sometimes it was kinda funny.
For instance, one time, we were parked at the end of a dirt
road on a hill overlooking a lake. It was a grey late afternoon,
and looked like it would snow. I had worn a skirt and no panties,
as I usually did on our Saturdays, and Bob was kneeling on the
floor in front of the passenger seat, licking my hot, wet pussy
and feeling my tits. I was lying back on the reclined seat,
watching him run his tongue over me. I had pulled his cock out of
his pants as he drove up here, and played with it, so it was
still poking out of his fly, bobbing up and down as he worked on
me.
"Oh, Bob, that's so good," I mumbled, "but I want to sit on
your lovely cock."
"OK," he said, "but first I want you to 'encourage' it a
little."
I knew he meant he wanted me to eat it.
"Bring it here," I said.
He got up and crawled up over me, while I scrunched down on
the seat, until his member was dangling in front of my face. I
undid his belt and pants button, and pulled his trousers and
underwear over his hips. I ran my fingers over his balls in
appreciation, and his cock responded by getting even stiffer. I
reached out my tongue and licked the underside from root to tip.
"Nnng," Bob said, or something like that, so I did it again
in reverse direction.
"Gawww," he said, and threw his head back in pleasure, and
banged it against the stay for the convertible top just as I was
starting to suck his balls.
"Ouch!" he yelled, and flopped down on me, and his balls
squeezed into my wide open mouth, his dick squashed alongside my
nose, and up my forehead.
"Gumbump!" I said, mouth full of balls.
"Youch!" he yelled.
He raised up, his shrinking dick trailing over my eye, and
his sac stretched away from my mouth. The balls popped free,
eventually, and he sighed.
"Poor babys," I said, and stroked and kissed his nuts. I slid
aside and said, "Lie down."
He lowered himself into the seat as I slid away, and I
scrunched down to the floor. I pulled his pants down his legs,
and crawling up over him, kissed and licked his balls and stroked
his softie.
"Ohh," he groaned.
"Mmm." I said, "That was quite a mouthful. Are you OK?"
"Yeah," he said, "Don't stop."
I looked at his cock and marvelled how a thumb-sized flap of
flesh could grow to such an impressive appendage, and got this
idea.
I stuffed his softie completely in my mouth and sucked on it,
and massaged it with my tongue. It started to grow right away, I
can tell you. In seconds it was filling my mouth and the head was
pushing at my throat. I kept my mouth on it and swallowed and
swallowed and swallowed. The head of his dick went down my
throat. I fought down the impulse to gag and left it in there,
swallowing saliva and his dick- head. I was vaguely aware of his
moaning.
Finally, I had to breath, so I pulled off him, sucking the
whole way out. I gagged a little, then.
Then I grabbed my purse, got the K-Y tube and started
greasing his pole.
"I'm going to sit on it," I said. "Don't move a muscle."
He lay there, and I climbed up the seat until my knees were
practically in his armpits, my cheeks over his goodies. I reached
down between my legs and grabbed his pole and held it straight
up, then lowered my butt onto it. I fished around with it until
it was aimed right, then sat. The head just eased right in. I sat
up a little (careful, no hitting the top again) and sat down
harder. The cock just squirmed way up in me.
I pushed down even more until I felt my pussy against his
belly and my cheeks against his thighs. That big pole was way up
in me, and it felt great! I felt so filled up, you know, and all
sorta squirmy inside, and hot, hot, hot!
Now, being on top, I could control things, so I just stayed
there, feeling his meat throbbing in my guts. He put his hand
down there and put a knuckle against my "love button," and I
started rocking slightly to rub it.
This way, I discovered that by rocking back and forth a
certain way, I could move his cock around in me just the right
amount, maybe a half inch or so, with its head still way, way up
in me, and with just the right sort-of-wiggle up inside me to
make me crazy. Especially if I squeezed while I rocked forward
and released as I rocked back. So I just sat on his hips and
rocked slowly for, must have been, a half hour or so, while he
just lay there and moaned.
I came twice during that time, each time I spasmed around his
cock, just squeezing and squeezing. It was so good, I felt so
filled up.
Finally he said, "Kat, I gotta pump you, or you gotta move
more!"
I was hardly hearing him, it was so good. I just kept
rocking, but I felt him pumping his hips, and even though I was
sitting on them, he managed to increase the stroke to about an
inch. I felt his dick throb and jump in me, and I saw his face
contort as he started to come, and then I did, too. A nice, big
one.
I started bouncing up and down on his hips, I was coming so
hard, and that of course pumped his cock in and out of my butt
like mad. Wow, did he shoot off in my ass! I guess he must have
shot eight or nine times. And each time he shot, his dick pulsed
in me, and each time it pulsed I'd spasm, squeezing back. I just
came and came.
Then we just stayed like that until he got so soft that it
fell out.
It was dark when we started back home. I made him keep his
pants open and his dick out as he drove, and I played with it all
the way home again.
But after the near- disaster, we were more careful. With
some experimenting we found the best way to do things in the car.
The best way to "69" was with him lying on the reclined
passenger seat, and with me wrong-way 'round, my knees on the
rear jump-seats straddling his head, his cock at my face. We
didn't even have to get undressed for this, if I wore a skirt and
no panties.
The best way to do what Bob called "a solo" was for the
receiver to lie on the passenger seat, feet up on the dashboard,
and the giver to kneel under the dash on the floor. It was a
little cramped under there, but it worked. It was heaven for me
when he'd clamp his mouth on my clit and wiggle and shove two
fingers in me, one in my pussy and one in my ass.
One evening I thought, "If it feels good for me, maybe it'd
feel good for him," so as I was eating him and he started to
come, I wet my second finger in my mouth and stuck it in his ass.
He roared like a bull! I was afraid I had hurt him! But he shot
like crazy and afterward told me it was terrific. After that,
when I blew him, I always fingered his ass hole just as he was
coming, and he went wild!
The best way for me to catch his cock in my ass was for him
to lie on the reclined passenger seat, and me to sit on his cock.
I was short enough to fit under the convertible top, as long as I
didn't bounce too high. Also, I liked it 'cause I could control
the action. Bob would usually pump too fast and too hard if he
was in control. I took it slow and kept him deep in me. It lasted
longer and felt better that way.
So, we passed the winter that way. Every once in a while, Bob
would try to talk me into vaginal sex, saying he wanted to "do it
regular," but he always backed off when I said "no."
It was great, until we had that fight in the spring. I'll
tell you about that next time.
--
In the last parts, you remember, I told you that since
"confession is good for you," I'm confessing that I love a big
cock in my ass, and my "adventures" about that, but that I'm
changing all the names of people and of some of the places,
because I don't have the other people's permission to reveal
their part in my story, or to use their names.
I told you how my cousins Dave and Sue, and Marty, Sue's
"summer romance" introduced me to serious sexual activities,
and especially to anal sex. And I told you how I got Bob to be my
boyfriend, and to do my back door. And how good that was!
...until we had that stupid fight in the spring I promised to
tell you about.
We spent the winter months sucking and anally fucking, and it
was wonderful. Except that Bob would sometimes argue with me,
saying he wanted to "do it the regular way," the world looked
rosy.
Spring came, (and so did we... lots) and Easter Vacation, or
as they started calling it, spring break. Somehow we talked our
parents into letting us go to the shore with a group of kids,
with Bob's older brother, Paul, and his girlfriend to
"chaperone." We drove down in the Porsche, while Paul and his
girl went in their own car.
We spent the morning on the beach. It was boring. Paul was a
student at Tech. The two of them talked about classes and stuff
the whole time! Later I found out that they screwed after we left
them, but for the life of me I couldn't imagine them doing
anything but techie stuff together!
Anyway, we got hungry, and Bob found a little place just
across the road from the beach. He had gotten his brother's
I.D. card, and with it he got us beers, and I was a little
smashed.
Bob started to insist that we screw "regular," and I insisted
no.
"But, Kat," he said, "What's the big deal? I love you just
as much now as if we were married... Let's do it now."
"No," I said, "not 'till we are married. No way."
"Shit, Kat, that's crap. You know that we've been A-fucking
since November. Now I want to have normal sex!"
"You egotist," I screamed. "YOU want! What about what I
want? Besides, what's wrong with what we're doing? Are you
saying it's not normal?"
"Shit, Kat, it's kid stuff."
"Kid stuff! You nerd, you can just spend the weekend fucking
your hand!"
It got worse. He called me a slut, and a pervert. He even
called me a cock- teaser, even though I had made him come more
often than you could count, in my mouth and in my ass.
Finally, steamed to the gills, I stormed out of the place. I
decided I was going to walk to the station and take a bus home. I
wasn't going to spend the rest of the weekend with that jerk!
I wasn't half a block from the bar and grill when my bag
spilled all over the sidewalk. I guess I forgot to zip it closed
in my anger. Cursing, I bent over to scoop the stuff up before
the breeze blew my clothes all over the beach. So there I was, my
bathing-suited rear up in the air, scooping clothes, when this
guy came storming out from behind a van parked there, and walked
right into me.
We both tumbled down, and I would have banged my knees up
pretty bad on the sidewalk except they landed on the bag. The guy
landed on top of me. He took his time getting off me.
"Shit, mister," I yelled at the guy, as he picked himself up,
"if you wanna screw me in the ass, at least ask first!"
The guy laughed, and held out his hand to help me up.
"Say," he said, "you scraped your hand pretty bad. And I bet
there's dirt and gravel ground in. You better wash that out."
The guy was good looking, though old, I thought, maybe thirty
or so. He was wearing tight black bathing trunks, an open shirt
and sneakers. He helped me pick up the rest of my stuff.
I said, "Where?" We were standing in front of a store.
"Bar and grill down there has a womens' room."
"I ain't goin' back in there," I said, firmly. "There'll be
one at the bus station."
I picked up my bag and started walking. It was then that I
realized I didn't even know where the bus station was! So I
turned around and asked the guy.
He started to laugh again. "It's a long walk," he said. "Why
don't you wait a minute and I'll give you a lift."
He turned and went into the store. My scraped hand was
starting to sting, so I waited. He came back out carrying two
cases of beer and a paper bag of stuff on top.
"Would you open the door, please?" he asked, nodding at the
van.
I slid the side door open, and he put the stuff in. "Thanks,"
he said, "Now, get in."
"You gonna drink all that yourself?" I asked, slamming the
door.
He lauged again, "No. Got friends coming over." He looked
over at me as he pulled away from the curb, and I guess I was
showing the pain, my hand really was starting to hurt.
"Listen," he said. "My place is on the way. We'll stop there
and fix that hand. It must hurt. The sooner it's cleaned the
better."
He didn't give me any space to argue, and I don't think I
would have, anyway. He turned off the main road and pulled into a
driveway about half a block from the beach. It was a small cabin
with a screened porch front. He got the beer out and asked me to
take the bag and close the van, and he marched to the cabin.
Inside, he put the beer down on a table and took my arm and
steered me to a bathroom. Small but clean, I noticed.
"This may sting," he said, and started washing my hand with
soap. Then he looked at it closely and got out a tweezers.
"Gravel ground in," he muttered and started picking pieces
out. That did sting!
After that he said, "Hold on. I know this'll hurt," and he
poured Peroxide on the scrape. It bubbled and foamed and stung!
"Youch," I hollared.
"Sorry, kid," he said.
Then he wrapped gauze over it and tied it off.
"C'mon," he said, "have a beer. You deserve it."
Back on the porch, he opened two of the cold cans and handed
me one. He took a gulp, then started packing the other cans in a
cooler. I sat down and started drinking the beer.
"Name's Charlie," he says, "what's yours?"
"Kat."
"So, Kat," he says, "How come you're going home; spring break
just started, right?"
I found myself telling him about the fight with Bob, though
not what the fight was about. He listened carefully, sitting down
and drinking the beer, and looking at me. I could tell he liked
what he saw. When I was done, he sat quietly for a minute,
drinking. I sat and looked him over, too. He looked pretty good,
I thought. Trim, no paunch, he looked like an athlete. There was
a good- sized lump in his bathing suit, but I couldn't tell much
else about it.
He asked, "Where's home?"
I told him, and he said, "Son of a gun. I used to live in..."
and he named the next town over. My beer was gone, and I was
thirsty, so I asked if I could have another.
"Sure," he said, "Help youself. I'll call the bus station
and find out when the next bus for home leaves."
He went inside and I saw him looking in the phone book, then
make a call. He came back out and said, "You just missed one, and
the next one isn't until eight o'clock tonight. You may as well
stay here and have some burgers with me and my friends. No sense
wasting the day sitting in the bus station."
Well, I had to agree that I didn't want to waste the day
waiting for a bus, and I was getting hungry since I left Bob
without eating. Charlie seemed nice, so I figured it would be OK,
so I agreed.
"Good," he said. "You can help."
So I helped him get ready for the cookout. The paper bag had
burger patties and buns, and he started a charcoal grill while I
unpacked the food and set it out ready to cook. He had me wash
off the table, and get a stack of paper plates, napkins and such
from the kitchen and stack them on the table.
The charcoal was just getting right when a car pulled in
behind the van and two couples got out. They were also around thirty,
and also looked good. In fact, the women looked great.
Charlie said, "They're here," and opened the screen door for
them.
"Just in time," he told them, "the grill's ready."
One of the men, the dark haired one, looked at me and grinned
broadly, "Well! Who's the new girlfriend, Charlie?"
Charlie laughed and intoduced me, saying, "New friend, but
not girlfriend." I learned that the dark haired man was called
Pete, the woman with him with brown hair and big boobs was Mary,
and the guy in the brown crewcut was called Harry, and his wife's
name was Lana. Lana was a bottle-blonde with an elaborate hair-
do.
We passed out beers and Charlie threw burgers on the grill,
and we talked, or rather mostly they talked and I listened.
Charlie described how we met, and everybody laughed when he told
them what I said. I was mortified! I told them I had been angry
anf upset, and everybody was nice, and the conversation turned to
other things.
It seems Charlie was recently divorced, and these people all
thought his "ex" was a real bitch, and he was better off with her
gone. I gathered that Charlie didn't have a girlfriend. Harry
kept sneaking looks at me, I noticed. Charlie's friends asked me
some questions, but I evaded most of them. I told them one lie;
that I was nineteen. I was afraid if they knew I was just
fifteen, they would treat me like a kid. I looked older than I
was anyway, and they seemed to believe me.
I ate some burger and drank a lot of beer. I was a little
fuzzy when his friends left, saying they had to go clean up the
cabin they had rented before it got too dark.
I helped Charlie clean up, and drank another beer while he
carried the garbage out. When he came back in, he went into the
house, came back with a bottle of scotch and two glasses. He put
ice from the cooler in the glasses and poured himself one. He
raised the empty glass toward me and raised his eyebrows. I
nodded yes. Charlie poured some for me. He pulled his chair
closer to mine and sat back down opposite me and just looked me
up and down.
I was so afraid I would choke on the scotch and look like a
little kid, but I took a tiny sip and discovered that I liked it,
despite that it took my breath away. Of course, it didn't help my
being sober at all!
Charlie leaned forward, took my hand and said, "How's the
scrape?"
"What? Oh. I hardly feel it," I said.
He didn't let go of my hand, though, and neither did I. His
hand was cool from the glass, but there was a warmth beneath, and
a gentle strength in it that really turned me on. I lowered my
eyes and looked at his crotch. He was getting hard!
I decided, then, that I wanted him, older man or not. I got
up off my chair, still holding the drink in one hand and his hand
in the other, and turned and sat in his lap.
"Charlie," I said, "I had a won'erful af'ernoon. I like you."
"I like you, too, Kat."
I grinned and wiggled against him. "I could tell."
He blushed! But he took a gulp of his scotch, then put his
drink down, then took mine and put it down, too, and put his arms
around me and kissed me. This guy could kiss! Just kissing, I got
so wet, I was afraid it would soak through my suit! I put my arms
around his neck and held him.
When we parted, I snuggled my face against his neck and ran
my fingers through the hair on his chest. He wasn't very hairy,
like some gorilla, just a light set of brown curls over what
would be his tits. I liked the way they felt, how his firm
muscles felt. And speaking of "muscles," his hard-on was trying
to burst his suit and poke into my hip!
"Um... it's seven o'clock, Kat."
"So?" I said. I was buzzed, I was getting horny, I liked
Charlie, and I didn't want to go.
"I gotta take you to the bus, remember? It leaves at eight."
"You don't gotta," I said. "Do you wanna take me to the bus?"
He looked at me for a long moment and said, "No."
"I mean," I said in a low voice, "I was going to be down here
for a week, it's silly to leave after just one day. I can catch a
bus tomorrow... or whenever."
He grinned and raised his glass in salute, "Carpe diem," he
said.
--
In the last parts, you remember, I told you that since
"confession is good for you," I'm confessing that I love a big
cock in my ass, and my "adventures" about that, but that I'm
changing all the names of people and of some of the places,
because I don't have the other people's permission to reveal
their part in my story, or to use their names.
I told you how my cousins Dave and Sue, and Marty, Sue's
"summer romance" introduced me to serious sexual activities,
and especially to anal sex. And I told you how I got Bob to be my
boyfriend, and to do my back door. And how good that was!
...until we had that stupid fight, and I met Charlie!
Last time I told you about the cook-out Charlie had, and his
offer to drive me to the bus, and how I decided not to take that
bus. I left it with me sitting in his lap, drinking scotch for
the first time.
I picked up my drink and sipped it, and as I did, I felt his
hand move from my hip up along my side and rest very lightly
against my breast outside the suit top and the beach jacket. I
put the drink down and leaned against his hand, and whispered,
"Oh, yes."
On a sudden impulse, I picked up his drink and brought it to
his lips. He sipped from the glass, then kissed my fingers as I
went to put it down, his hand moving inside the jacket, still
squeezing my breast. I reached behind me and undid the snap to
the suit's top, then put my arms around his neck and pulled his
face to me for another kiss. His hand gently pushed the unwanted
material of the suit top away as lightly as a summer breeze, and
just as lightly caressed my breast. Then I felt his palm running
over my nipple. It hardened instantly!
I wanted him to take my breast, quickly, and knead it, take
my body roughly, but he did everything slowly and gently, and I
got hotter than I had ever been before, hotter than I thought
possible.
I realized then, that this was my first time with a man! I
had always been with boys before, eager boys, boys wanting to do
it quickly before someone caught us. This was a man, who's body's
eagerness was obvious, his hard- on pressing against my hip, but
he controlled it, relished in it, drawing it out. And I had
practically told him I would stay the night, hadn't I? He didn't
need to hurry, and he didn't.
He reached his other hand out for his drink and took an ice
cube in his mouth, put the drink back down, then lifted the
jacket off my shoulders, and the suit top over my head. I put my
arms back to let them slide off onto the floor, thrusting my
breasts out to him. He put his mouth with the ice cube on my
other nipple. I moaned aloud, and threw my head back, my fingers
clawing at his chest.
I was so hot and wet, I could smell my own musk rising from
between my legs. I put my arms behind his head and drew him to my
chest, breathing hard as he sucked first one nipple, then the
other, his hands gently massaging the small of my back and my
ass.
It was so intense, I couldn't stand any more, so I pulled
away from his mouth and kissed his neck, then his chest, curling
up in his lap. He leaned back in his chair and let me. I took an
ice cube out of my glass and rubbed his nipples with it, kissing
the melt water off him after. He sucked in his breath and
squeezed my ass. I was eager to get at his cock, but I was
enjoying this languorous way of his, and I vowed I would be the
same way, milking every minute to the utmost, so I just gently
nipped his nipples with my teeth, and ran my hands around his
back.
I leaned back again, and offered him another sip of his
drink, and slid his shirt off his shoulders as he leaned forward
to take it, and snaked my arms around his neck.
He grinned, then, and picked me up, just holding me by my
legs and ass and stood up. He walked the few steps to a chaise
and gently put me down on it, and stood over me a moment,
admiringly. He went back and got the drinks, freshening them on
the way.
He came back, and handed me my drink, and I took it, mumbling
"Thanks," and just lay in the chaise, trying to look as sexy as I
could. He stood next to the chaise, his hard-on bulging his
trunks. I reached a hand up to it and stroked it through the
cloth, tracing the outline of the head with my index finger.
Charlie grinned, and stood still.
I put the drink down and sat up slowly, and with my face
inches from his bulge, slowly ran my hand up his leg to his ass,
and squeezed a cheek. I could see his cock throb through the
trunks. I buried my face against the front of his trunks, then,
and put my lips lightly on the bulge, and pulled him against me
with both hands on his ass. My hands found their way into his
swim trunks, and cupped the muscles of his ass. He put a hand on
my head, just playing with my hair.
My pulse was pounding in my ears, I wanted to see his cock,
feel it in my hand, in my mouth, in my ass. I moved my hands to
his hips, caught the top of the trunks in my fingers, and started
to pull them down, slowly, still kissing his cock through the
cloth.
Charlie pulled back from me, put his drink down on a little
table, then fished a draw-string out of the trunk- tops and
untied it. Chuckling, he came back to me, holding my hair with
one hand and playing with my right nipple with the other.
I put my hands back on the trunks, and looking up at his
eyes, my chin just inches from his crotch, pulled them down.
Slowly. The head of his cock emerged first, a pink arrowhead with
a wide rimmed helmet. I kept pulling and the shaft emerged, then
the balls. His dick stood out hard, pointing straight at my nose.
Still gazing into his eyes, I pulled the trunks down his thighs,
over his knees and calves. Without taking his eyes off mine, he
stepped out of them.
I parted my lips and put out my tongue, and cradled the head
of his cock on it. I gently rolled my tongue back and forth
under the head, then tickled the underside of the shaft with the
tip of my tongue. Charlie's fingers closed on my nipple and
gently rolled it. I opened my mouth and put my lips on the head,
gently kissing and sucking, and slowly, oh so slowly, moving him
into my mouth.
I made him moan and groan, I kept him on the very edge of
coming, without bringing him over, for a very long time. The
sunlight filtering through the screens onto the porch dimmed
toward the night, and I didn't notice.
He finally called a halt, saying, "Kat... Kat, stop," and
pulled himself away from me. He picked me up again, carrying me as
though I was a feather, and took me to the bedroom. There, he put
me down, and lay down between my legs. Gently, he pulled my suit
bottoms off. I helped by lifting my ass off the bed. He was
imperious but patient, and removed them with care not to hurt me
as he did.
Then he licked my leg, starting behind my knee and working up
along the inside of my thigh. Before he reached my wet pussy, he
switched to the other leg. When he got close again, he skipped
over to my belly, and licked his way to my navel, where he buried
his tongue. The sensation shot into me like lightning.
Then, slowly, he worked his way down my belly until he was
kissing the hairs above my slit. Then he nuzzled his way down to
my cunny.
Oh, God, did he return my attentions! I was so hot from
sucking him, and he ate me so skillfully, that I got up to the
edge of orgasm quickly, but he kept me at the edge for an
eternity. It must have been a half hour or more, when I couldn't
stand any more, and I pressed my mons against his mouth, seeking
release, begging him to make me come.
"Charlie, oh please, make me come, please, oh, Charlie,
please, oh God, Charlie..."
He pulled away from me and placed his cock against my vulva,
gently rubbing its length against me.
"Charlie," I blurted, "I want you... but... I'm a virgin."
Charlie stopped, and looked disappointed. I rolled over on my
stomach, frustrated with myself. I arched my back, making my ass
stick out. Charlie started to play with my ass cheeks, kneading
them and rolling them around.
"Charlie, please, fuck me," I cried, seeing his cock soften.
"Kat," he whispered, "are you sure?"
"Yes, yes!" I cried. "Charlie, you, I want YOU! But...
Charlie, I want to stay a virgin, so, please... in my ass.
Please, fuck me in my ass!"
He groaned, his cock hardened again instantly, and with a
look I will never forget in his eyes, He pressed his cock-head
against me. I could feel it throbbing against my asshole, and I
moaned, "Yes, oh Charlie, do it."
I was a bit concerned, since we had not "greased up," and
though I had a tube of K-Y in my purse, I wanted to appear
innocent, I don't quite know why. But he saved me the
embarrasment, or pain, or whatever.
"OK," he said, "Don't go away."
He got up and went to the bathroom, and returned almost
instantly with a jar of Vaseline. He put some on his finger and
started to rub it against my butt hole. His finger massaging my
anus felt wonderful.
Then he started to grease his cock. "Oh, let me," I said, and
took the jar from his hand. He groaned in pleasure as I rubbed
his member, making it hard again, rubbing the stuff on.
He got on his knees between my legs and aimed his cock at my
butt-hole. I got up on my hands and knees, and Charlie kneeled
behind me. Charlie was actually trembling in excitement. He
rubbed his hands over the cheeks of my ass, and murmured, "You're
so very beautiful," as he put his cock-head against my crinkled
hole and pushed.
I must have moaned as the head slipped in, and Charlie asked,
"Are you all right?"
"Oh, yes, my dear Charlie, yes! I want you in me all the
way. Put it in, Charlie, put it all the way in! Give it to me,
love, go baby!"
Charlie grunted and pushed. His cock slid up me like a snake
into a hole. I could feel every bit of him as his cock went way
up into me.
"Oh, yes, Charlie," I whispered, "Oh, Charlie, do it to me,
fuck me."
Charlie grunted again, and started to move in me, but not
humping like mad like the boys had done. He moved slowly and
gently. Oh, I can't tell you how good it was! He brought his
right hand around and slowly rubbed my pussy, his finger teasing
at my clit. Unlike when the boys had screwed my ass, and I wanted
them to stop and just be deep in me, the way Charlie did it, I
wanted him to just keep it up, just keep going in and out of me
like he was.
"Oh, Charlie," I moaned, "that's wonderful. Oh, Charlie,
don't stop, don't change anything. Keep doing that, oh... keep
doing that."
I was lost in the feelings that washed over me. I looked
between my legs and could see his dangling balls swinging against
my pussy, and I wondered how it would be to be able to see his
cock going into me. The sensations from my insides as he slid, oh
so gently, in and out of me were just overwhelming. His fingers
moved faster and faster, just barely brushing the tip of my
clitoris, and I start to go over the edge.
"I'm going to come, Charlie," I said, "don't stop, don't
change anything, just... OH!... Ooooohhh! Mmmmm!"
As I came, Charlie thrust into me with one massive stroke,
burying his cock deep in me, and I exploded, my orgasm bigger
than any I'd had before. Charlie stayed pressed far in me for a
while, but then continued to just kept stroking, and I had the
biggest, longest orgasm of my life, before or since. As he did,
he caressed my swollen clitoris lightly between his fingers.
Charlie hadn't come yet, and he kept sliding his stiff cock in
and out of me. He kept me coming for at least two minutes, while
Charlie slowly and deeply thrust in my ass and played with my
clit. I'm not sure what I said, I know I yelled, "FUCK!" a few
times, and I may have screamed. It was so great!
When I calmed down, I looked back and saw that Charlie's face
was contorted, and I knew he was close to coming. He was still
sliding slowly in my ass and rubbing gently on my pussy, and I
was still fuzzy, my body still jerking with aftershocks of my
long orgasm. With each thrust of his cock, a wonderful warm
feeling grew and grew in my body, like I had never had before.
"Charlie, come, my sweet, come in my ass," I whispered, and I
meant it. I wanted him to shoot his hot semen in my guts, I
wanted to have his seed in me. And he did. He started moving
faster and faster in me, his thrusts becoming wild, his hands
gripping my hips and pulling my ass cheeks against his pelvis at
each stroke.
Suddenly, he pressed his cock hard into me, the flare of the
root spreading me wide, and he shouted, "Hooo!"
I screamed and came again, feeling his cock pulse in me. I
actually felt his load shoot in my rectum! I had never felt that
before. He shot a lot, and I remember thinking he must not have
had sex in a while, his load was so big. I came for a minute or
so while he emptied his balls in me.
He collapsed onto my back, panting, and slowly I dropped down
onto the bed. As I dropped, I tightened my sphincter, and trapped
Charlie's cock in me, even though it was beginning to soften and
get smaller. We lay there a long time, while Charlie kissed my
back and my neck, and rubbed his hands over my shoulders, his
cock imprisoned in my ass, and it was like heaven for me. He was
lying full on me with all of his weight, but I didn't mind at
all.
I dozed off for a few minutes, then, and when I woke up, I
felt Charlie's cock, still in my ass, growing hard again, and as
it grew, of course, it squirmed up into me and dilated my bung
hole. I wiggled my fanny under him and spread my legs wider, and
he chuckled. He reached down between us with his hands and spread
my ass cheeks, and at the same time pushed his cock down and
forward, so it was in me up to the hilt. I expected him to start
pumping, but he didn't. He just stayed in me like that, like I
had wanted the boys to do, and massaged the cheeks of my behind
while kissing the back of my neck.
"Oh, Charlie," I said, "this is wonderful. You're wonderful.
I'm so happy."
He chuckled again and said, "I was just going to tell you
that you are the wonderful one."
His cock throbbed in me and I squeezed it. "Mmm," he said.
I was so happy and comfortable, so satisfied to have his
hard, throbbing cock just wormed up in me, Charlie's cock, that I
dozed off again.
I woke up when Charlie tried to roll me on my side without
letting his cock come out of me. He failed and it fell out.
"What's going on?" I mumbled.
"You fell asleep. Here," he said, pushing a pillow under my
head, "get comfortable."
I lay on my side, my knees curled up, and put the pillow
under my head. I wanted him back in me. "Charlie... " I started
to say so.
"Shhh," he said. He curled up behind me and pulled the covers
up over us both. He rubbed his hand over my hip and my ass
cheeks, and then he found my butt hole, first with a finger, then
with his cock. Very gently he pushed it back in me, and slid it
way up inside. I pushed my buttocks out against him to help get
it way up. Then he put his arm around me and cupped my breast,
and held me close.
"Go back to sleep now, darling," he said. "I'll be right
here."
"Mmmm," I said, pushing my ass back against him, "and right
where I want you."
I took his hand from my breast and kissed the palm, then put
it back. Then I fell asleep.
--
You remember, I told you that since "confession is good for
you," I'm confessing that I love a big cock in my ass, and my
"adventures" about that, but that I'm changing all the names of
people and of some of the places, because I don't have the other
people's permission to reveal their part in my story, or to use
their names.
I told you how I had been introduced to serious sexual
activities, and especially to anal sex. Last time, I told you how
I met Charlie, and how we made love anally, and how I fell asleep
with his beautiful cock inside my ass.
I woke up very early the next morning. It was barely light
out, and after a moment I realized where I was, and that
Charlie's hand still rested on my right breast. To my amazement,
his cock was still in my ass. His penis had softened, of course,
but it hadn't come out during the night, and my butt- muscles
were holding it tightly.
Charlie's breathing was slow and regular, so I surmised he
was still sleeping. Sometime during the night, I noticed, he had
slipped his other arm under my pillow. I lay there a while,
savoring the sweet moment as, somewhere outside, a bird started
to sing.
Still fast asleep, Charlie sighed and his hand squeezed my
breast gently for a moment, then relaxed again. I felt so happy,
I smiled and just lay there as it grew gradually lighter out,
feeling his chest against my back, his arm and hand on my chest,
his knees behind mine, his balls between my legs, and his cock in
my ass.
I got curious, and I raised my top leg a bit and snuck my
hand down there behind my pussy and found his balls. The sack of
his scrotum was very relaxed, and the balls were hanging across
his leg. I carefully picked them up, liking the feel of them, the
weight of them. I looked under the covers and almost started
giggling, it looked so funny, his balls peeking out by my pussy.
I pushed my hand in further to my rear, and found there was
about an inch of soft flesh running from Charlie's furry pubis
and disappearing in my butt hole. It felt soft and very silky,
and I stroked it, very gently so it wouldn't come out of me.
I guess I must have dozed off a bit, but then woke again, and
realized that Charlie was getting hard in me. Oh, how great, I
thought, as I felt his cock gradually creeping up my rectum and
gently spreading my butt hole. I wondered if he was awake, but
his breathing was still slow and regular. As his erection grew in
me, I became aware that I needed to pee, but I wasn't willing to
get up and give up the wonderful feeling I was experiencing.
I started to think about my virginity, and my insisting to
keep it. This wonderfully gentle person whose manhood now lay
deep in my behind would no doubt be better than most to take it
from me. Besides, he turned me on so. I fantasized how it would
be, how gently he would enter me, and pierce the barrier, and
that it would not hurt me. And, after all, if he felt so good
where he was, how much better might his cock feel in the place
that was meant for it? And didn't eveyone who ever gave an
opinion about virginity, other than my mother, say it didn't
matter, and wasn't of any value?
My bladder's insistance on being emptied interrupted my
thoughts, and I realized I would have to get up, after all. I
took his right hand off my breast and set it on his hip, then I
raised my right leg again, and as gently as I could, and with a
sigh, I started to pull myself off his penis. He groaned, then,
and I thought he woke up. His hand went to my hip and he pulled
me back on him. I twisted around to look at his face, but his
eyes were closed, his breathing still slow, and a faint smile was
on his lips.
I wanted to push back on him, but I really had to go, so I
slowly and reluctantly pulled off him. It was odd, the head of
his penis didn't seem to want to come out, and, with my hand back
there, I felt his half-hard cock stretch as I pulled away.
At last, I managed, and it came out. I stood up and quietly
walked to the bathroom.
When I came back to the bed, I wondered if I could get him
back in me without waking him. I decided not to try, and thought
I'd make him some breakfast- then have him put it back in
afterwards. Still naked, I went to the kitchen and found eggs,
bacon, and coffee, so I set to work. I had a little trouble
figuring out that the little electric oven was also a toaster,
but managed to make toast without burning it.
I filled two plates and two cups, and realized how little I
knew about Charlie when I didn't know whether to put milk and
sugar in his coffee. I found a tray and put everything on it, and
took both milk and sugar along.
Charlie was still asleep, and was hugging my pillow. I
wondered if he was dreaming, and if so, was it of me? I put the
tray down on a night table, and on an impulse, drew the covers
off Charlie and looked at his naked body. He was still half hard.
"I want some 'sausage' for breakfast," I said to myself, but
then thought about where that "sausage" had just been. Feeling
wicked and stealthy, I went to the bathroom and wet a washcloth
with warm water, and went back and washed Charlie's semi-erect
penis.
He was still asleep, but I proceeded to give him head. I
loved how it felt in my mouth almost as much as how it felt in my
other end. I nibbled at the sides and licked the little bridge of
flesh under the head, and he got fully hard right away. It didn't
take long before Charlie's breathing got faster, and his hips to
start to undulate, and then he was moaning, and his eyes opened.
"Oh, God, Kat," he said. "You know how to wake a guy up in
the morning."
"Gummrrning," I said, mouth full of his cock. Lifting my head
a second, I continued, "I made breakfast, but decided I wanted
some of this 'sausage,' too."
He chuckled and said, "It's yours any time you like, but
right now I have to pee. Can I please have my cock back?"
I had to laugh at that, and I let go.
He got up and walked to the bathroom. He looked funny, his
erect penis wobbling up and down as he walked. I followed him,
taking the washcloth back.
"Geez, look what you've done to it, it's rock-hard and I
can't pee." He stood over the bowl, aiming, and his cock
gradually softening.
"I wanna watch," I said, kneeling next to him and looking.
"Sure, why not?" he grinned, "Want to hold it for me, too?"
"Oh, yes, please." I don't think he expected me to, but I
took it in my hand. It was still semi-hard.
"Watch out where you're aiming, here it goes."
It felt really neat. I could feel the pee starting through
it, and a sort-of vibration as the stream ran through it. He was
done far too soon for me, the stream stopping. I let go of it.
"Wait," he warned, and I grabbed it again. His cock pulsed in
my hand, making two big squirts come out.
"Now you have to shake it off," he said, grinning.
"What's that?"
"Some drops stay in it; you have to shake it so they come out
now instead of later in my underpants."
"You aren't going to wear any today," I said wickedly, but I
shook it up and down. It was fun, kind of neat how it sort of
flopped around, and sure enough, a few drops came flying out.
"An education," I said. "Anything else?"
He laughed. "A nice kiss for it?"
"Are all the drops out?" I shook it some more, but this time
the shaking was more like stroking. No more came out. Not wanting
to taste any urine, I wiped the tip with a piece of toilet paper,
then kissed the head and licked the shaft.
"Did I do good?"
"God, you could do that for me all the time."
I flushed the toilet and said, "I'd love to, but breakfast is
getting cold, if you care."
"Well, seeing as how you went to the trouble..."
We went back to bed and ate breakfast. Charlie seemed
surprised that the eggs weren't overdone or runny, and he loved
the bacon. He said it was just the right crispness. He took both
milk and sugar, I noticed.
"By the way," he asked, putting the plate down, "what was the
washcloth for?"
"I washed your 'sausage' before I ate it. After all, consider
where it spent the night..."
"What do you mean?"
"Don't you know? You were in me all night," I said. "When I
woke up, you were still in my bottom, and it was so nice."
He grinned, and I saw his cock stirring, so I went on.
"Then you started to get hard again, and it got even better."
He was getting hard again right now.
"I wanted to just stay like that, feeling your wonderful big
dick in me, but I had to go to the bathroom."
"Gee," he said, "and I slept through it? Wish I'd woken up."
"Well," I said with a wink, "you can do it again tonight, and
I'll wake you before I have to get up next morning."
He was good and hard, now. I reached over and touched the
head.
"Does that mean you won't be taking the bus today?" he asked,
very quietly.
"Why? Do you want me to go?"
"No," he said, "Stay. You said you were planning to be down
here all week, so why not stay... and with me, right here?"
For answer I leaned over and kissed him. He barely got his
coffee cup out of the way.
"I take it that's a yes?" he said, when I released his mouth.
"You bet," I said. "And it looks like my breakfast 'sausage'
is ready to eat!"
I slid down between his legs and licked his cock from root to
tip, bringing a long groan from his throat. I continued to tease
his cock, concentrating on the underside just under the head,
where I had noticed he was very sensitive.
"So, tell me,... (ohhh!) what's... (ummm!) ...what's 'Kat'
short for?... (Ohhh!)" he panted between groans.
"Guess," I said, licking the head all over.
"(Ssss!)... Uh, Katherine?... (ohhh, baby!)"
I put the head in my mouth and said, "unh, unh," shaking my
head "no," making his cock slide as I did.
"(God! Ohhh... Mmmm)... Kathleen? ...(Oh, my God!)"
I had just swallowed the whole thing, and had to suppress a
gag as I pulled off, humming as I shook my head 'no' again."
"(Ohhh...) I can't think straight! ...(ohhh!)... I give up!"
I put my lips sideways over the underside of the head and
flicked my tongue on it. I pulled off just long enough to answer,
"Katrina," and resumed my tongueing. I felt him start to tense,
and I didn't want him to come, not yet, so I stopped what I was
doing and sucked one of his balls.
"(Ummm)... Geez, Katrina, you are an artist, do you know
that?"
"You didn't do so badly yourself, last night," I smiled up at
him.
"Well," he said, "bring that sweet pussy up here, and I'll do
some more!"
So I swung around into the old sixty-nine position, me on
top. He said, "Lower, honey, bring it down to me."
I lowered, and he started licking. God, he was good. He
nibbled my inner lips, licked them, then turned his attention to
my clit. He ran his tongue over it, then sucked it. Just as I
was getting really close, he went back to my inner lips. We
sixty-nined for about an hour, neither of us coming, but how
wonderful to keep and be kept just short of coming! I was the
one who broke down at last.
"Charlie, I can't stand it! Make me come, please, let me
come!"
"Ok, love, but don't make me come, alright?" he answered, and
accelerated his work, sucking my clit and sticking a finger in my
ass. It didn't take five seconds before I was over the edge.
"Chaaarrrrllliiieee!" I yelled, "Ohhhhhhh!"
My whole body seemed to spasm, and I was gone. I babbled as I
came, "Gahh. Cha... Charlieee! Oh, shit, Charlie, Oh, lick it.
Bahhh, Goddd!"
Charlie kept working me slowly, drawing out my orgasm. I came
for a very long time, it seemed. As I came I rubbed his cock over
my cheeks, my lips, my eyelids. At one point, I swear I bit his
balls, but I guess not too hard 'cause he never yelled or
complained.
When I finally stopped, I was wet with sweat all over, and
though they hadn't been touched, my nipples felt sore. I just
slumped, his stiff cock throbbing against my cheek.
"Wow," I heard him say. "I don't have to ask if that was
good. I almost shot my load just watching you go off. Kat, you
are something else."
"Well," I grinned, "who was it made me come like that?"
I grabbed his cock, "Speaking of which, I want to make you
come. I want you to shoot in my mouth so I can swallow it."
It had softened a little, and I fixed that by licking it.
"Geez, Kat," he exclaimed, "you don't mince words, do you?
I'd like that, too."
Then he laughed, "But it's barely nine in the morning. You'll
have me drained before noon, and then I won't be able to keep it
up tonight! A man can't keep coming like women can. He's gotta
have time to recharge, you know? Build up the stuff."
"Oh, sure, no sweat," I said. "I'll give you a half hour
before I attack you again."
He laughed again. "Let's see. Say a half hour to play, a half
hour to rest, time off for food... you expect me to come about
fourteen times before bed, then be hard enough to keep it in your
behind all night. Do you think I'm superman?"
It was my turn to laugh. "Oh, I see what you mean. OK, I'll
just play with it until lunch time, and only make you come for my
lunch." I grabbed his cock and started licking.
In spite of his initial protests, I kept teasing his cock,
and made sure that he was beyond any real complaint, for I was
enjoying every bit of his pleasure, every twitch of his cock.
As I licked him, I suddenly had a horrible thought. Suppose
Bob had called my parents! He might have, telling them I had gone
off on my own. They would be furious and worried, and Dad might
even call the cops!
"Charlie," I said, between licks, "I think I should call
home. Can I use your phone?"
Charlie groaned and said, "Yes, please do. I need a rest."
He sat up and leaned his back against the bunched-up pillows.
I laughed. "Oh, no, Charlie. I'm going to sit on your lovely
cock while I call."
His eyes nearly bugged out, but I smeared his dick with the
Vaseline from the jar still on the night table, and sat right
down on it, burying it in my ass. Charlie leaned back, moaning
softly. I turned around to face his feet, his cock twisting in
my ass. I picked up the phone and dialled home.
My mother answered. "Hi, mom," I said, wiggling my ass on his
cock.
"Katrina, are you all right?"
"Oh, yes, I'm fine, Mom." Little did she know just how fine,
I thought.
"Bob called this morning and said you had disappeared."
"Mom, I don't want to speak to or about him anymore. We had a
fight and he called me terrible names and things."
There was a silence for a moment, then Mom said, "My poor
baby, are you coming home? Shall father come get you?"
"No, mom. I'm fine. I was going to come home on the bus, but
decided not to spoil my vacation over him."
"I understand, dear. Sometimes men are such beasts! But where
are you staying? Are you safe there?"
I squeezed Charlie's cock with my ass and grinned. His hands
came up my sides and around to my tits and squeezed them, gently.
"I'm in a very nice place, just a block from the beach, and
everything is OK."
"Are you sure? Is the place clean? Can you trust the people
there? Do you have enough money?"
"Oh, yes, mom." I grinned and bounced on Charlie's cock a
bit. "It's all very nice, and I'm going to have a wonderful
vacation. Don't worry. I'll save enough money to come home on
the bus."
Again a moment of silence. I could imagine her mulling over
everything, and wanting to tell me to come home. But at last she
said, "All right, dear. Your father and I trust you know what
you're doing. But don't forget, if you need anything..."
I felt so smug and wicked, talking to my Mom while sitting on
Charlie's lovely cock, I almost giggled.
"I've got everything I need, Mom," I said, thinking that
"everything I needed" was right up my ass where I wanted it!
"Tell Dad everything is OK. I'll call again. Goodbye, Mom."
"Goodbye, Katya. Take care."
I hung up the phone, grinning. "Thanks for the use of the
phone," I said, moving up and down just a little.
"Ung," he said.
I leaned forward and moved my legs back until I was sort-of
kneeling, then grabbed his legs behind his knees. Slowly I moved
on him. I remembered how slowly he had stroked in me the night
before, and how exquisite the feeling had been, so I did the
same. I found that for me, the best was to stroke long, slow and
deep a couple of times, then sit way down on him, squeeze him
hard and sort of bounce a little, feeling the whole length of his
cock in me, stay like that about five seconds, then start over.
I turned my head to look at Charlie. He lay there, his eyes
roaming over me, from my face down my back to "where the action
was", his hands stroking my back and ass cheeks. He was
whispering that I was beautiful.
It felt so good, I wanted to keep it up like that all
morning, I didn't need to come, just keep up this delicious
feeling of sitting on Charlie's cock and making it slide in and
out of me like that. But after a while, my legs got tired of
kneeling like that, so I leaned back and straightened my legs
out, still sitting on Charlie's cock, with his legs between mine.
I leaned back against him, arching my back to keep him deep, and
he wrapped his arms around me, cupping my breasts in his hands. I
rocked from side to side, and as I lifted each cheek, I pulled it
up and aside, so as to get every last bit of him into me.
Charlie nibbled at my neck and shoulders, and his right hand
slowly ran down my belly and down to my crotch, where he played
with my damp, curly thatch. Then he slid one finger down and very
gently stroked over my clit. It was like an electric spark jumped
right into me, and my whole insides tensed up, squeezing his
cock. It felt like my anal muscles were trying to milk his dick,
and, to judge from the way he moaned, we both loved it. So,
after a short pause, he did it again. And again.
He squeezed my tits and rubbed my clit, and, well, before
long, I came again, and I twitched and bounced and spasmed on his
dick in my ass as his breath rasped in my ear, and then I felt
him coming, too, way up inside me. I could feel his cock jumping
around in me as he shot load after load. He flooded my colon
again with his come.
I kept sitting on his cock as it got soft, but despite my
efforts to keep it in, it eventually fell out.
Charlie kissed me and said, "Look, it's a beautiful day out.
Why don't we go to the beach and get some tan? It'd look silly
if you spent a week at the shore and went home looking like the
fog!"
I laughed and agreed, and said, "But then there's later..."
--
You remember, I told you that since "confession is good for
you," I'm confessing that I love a big cock in my ass, and my
"adventures" about that, but that I'm changing all the names of
people and of some of the places, because I don't have the other
people's permission to reveal their part in my story, or to use
their names.
I told you how I had been introduced to serious sexual
activities, and especially to anal sex. Then, I told you about my
fight with my boyfriend, how I met Charlie, and how we made love
anally, and how I woke up next morning with his beautiful cock
still inside my ass.
---
Well, we spent the rest of the day on and around the beach.
Charlie was worried about my light skin, and made sure I wore
lotion so I wouldn't get burned, and we played in the surf, and
lounged on the sand, and walked along the strand... it was fun.
I was wearing my most daring bathing suit, a light green two-
piece I had borrowed, and it fit me quite snugly, I thought, and
showed off my bumps and curves. Several times young men stopped
and watched as we walked by the hot dog stand or the ice cream
place. Charlie noticed and grinned.
Eventually, the sun was sinking in the west, and the air was
turning cool again, as wind had picked up. Charlie said, "C'mon,"
and taking my hand, marched me off to his cabin.
When we got there, he asked me to get two beers from the
fridge, and went off to the bedroom. I got the cans and followed.
Charlie had stripped off his suit and was just heading for the
john.
"Hey, Kat," he grinned, "wanna hold it for me again?"
I laughed and said, "Yeah. That was fun, y'know?"
I put the cans down and followed him. He stepped over to the
toilet and stood over it. I stood behind him and a little to his
right, leaned my body against him and grabbed.
"Um," I said. "It even feels nice when it's soft."
He turned and looked at my face and grinned, "Ready, aim..."
The stream began, and I felt that peculiar sort-of vibration
again. As he peed, he nibbled at my ear, letting me be in charge
of aiming. I gently squeezed it as the stream eased off, and
waited for him to squirt out the last, then dutifully shook him
off. I enjoyed watching his soft cock dance around as I shook it,
and so I kept shaking it for a while even after no more drops
came out. It started to grow in my hand.
"Umm," I said. "Nicer and nicer."
"Take a shower with me," he said.
"Love to."
Charlie started running the water and I removed my suit. He
was adjusting the temperature and I sat down on the toilet to
pee.
"Wait," he said. "Turnabout's fair play. I want to watch
you."
"Charlie?" It seemed very strange for him to want to watch
me make water, but then, I had wanted to watch him, hadn't I?
"C'mon. Let me watch from up close."
I opened my legs wide and spread my pussy for him and he
watched me make water from no more than a foot away. It felt
really strange to have a man looking, but it was exciting, too.
"You know," he said when I was done, "that's fascinating, and
beautiful, too." He took a piece of tissue and wiped me. I'm
sure I was turning beet red.
"C'mon. I want to smear soap all over your luscious body!"
"No, I do you first," I said and stepped into the shower.
The water was very warm, almost hot, and felt really good
against my baby-oiled and salty skin. I stood under the shower
head just letting the water run over my hair and down my back.
Charlie stepped in. "OK," I said, "Now you get wet."
The shower was really too small for us both, and as I stepped
around him, I had to hold him close. I didn't mind at all.
He stood under the shower head, too, letting the water run
over his body, his eyes closed.
"OK," I said, "Now turn around and step back a little."
He did, and I soaped his back. I didn't use a cloth, just the
soap and my hands. I lathered his shoulders, his arms. I rubbed the
soap into the hairs in his armpits, and tried to tickle him. He
just put his hands against the wall and leaned against them.
I soaped up his sides, then ran my soapy hands over his hips,
then around to his ass cheeks. First I just rubbed soap on his ass,
but then I began to knead the flesh of them, and then dove into
the crease with my soapy hand .
"Oh, yeah," I heard him breath.
I took the bar of soap and rubbed it in the crack of his ass,
down and forward. I knelt behind him and saw his balls, bubbled
with lather, hanging beyond the valley of his behind, and I ran
my hand between the cheeks, over his hole, up to his balls. I
caressed them while my other hand washed his leg, then changed
hands.
"Turn around and rinse," I commanded him. He turned, and
stepped back into the stream. I watched the soapy water stream
off him, his cock, hard now, bobbing inches from my face.
I stood and made suds in the hairs of his chest, running my
hands all over his front, his nipples. I washed down to his
belly, then stopped and knelt again, and did the fronts of his
legs.
"Hey," he said, "you forgot..."
"No," I interrupted, "I'm saving that."
I took the bar of soap and sudsed up in the hair of his
belly, then put the soap down and spread that suds all over his
cock, his balls, between his ass cheeks, making it all slippery
and white with the lather. I pressed my face into the soapy
whiteness and rubbed his slippery dick all over my cheeks. He
moaned and steadied himself with his hands on my shoulders.
"OK," I said, "Rinse off."
He stepped back into the water and again I watched as the
water washed away all the suds. I ran my hands over his belly and
between his legs to make sure it was all off, then I took his
cock in my mouth. It tasted of water, all the smell and taste of
man having been washed away. The shower water was running over my
head, pouring through my hair and down my back and chest. I
closed my eyes and fucked him with my mouth, sucking my cheeks in
around the head, running my tongue against it.
"I love your cock in me," I said.
"Me too," he said, running his hands over my wet hair.
I grabbed his cock and rubbed it against my face.
He began to tense, so I stopped before his excitement got to
be too much, and stood up, "My turn. You wash me now."
"Damn! Well, OK, sure," he chuckled.
He picked up the soap and lathered my neck and shoulders,
then spread the suds down my chest, rubbing his palms over my
nipples. He turned me around and sudsed my back, then holding me
against him and reaching around, soaped down my belly to my bush.
I felt his cock throb against my ass.
He pushed me away again and started soaping my ass cheeks and
hips, running his hands all around and squeezing my rump. Then he
knelt and started soaping up my legs and feet.
Last of all he ran the soap bar up into the crack of my ass,
and up over my by now swollen pussy lips. Reaching around me, he
lathered my bush. Then he put the soap down and rubbed the lather
in with his hands, running one hand around my bush and pussy, the
other squeezing my ass and running up and down the crack.
Then I felt a finger tickling at my little back door.
"Ummm," I moaned.
The finger pressed, then entered. A tingling sensation told
me that there was soap on the finger. Then the finger left, and
he pulled me to him again, his left forearm over one breast, his
hand caressing my right. His right hand was sliding over my
nether lips, a finger curling over my erect clit. I felt his
soap- slickened hardness sliding between my ass cheeks and
thighs, and looking down, I saw the head protruding from between
my legs.
I rocked my hips, fucking his cock with my thighs and cheeks,
the head rubbing on my pussy lips. We both moaned with pleasure,
and I leaned back against him. Charlie staggered back into the
shower stream, and the magic slipperiness of the soap was washed
off. Charlie had me stand under the water to wash all the soap
away, running his hands over me to make sure, then turned off the
water.
"Let me dry you off," he said, taking a towel. He wrapped the
towel around me and rubbed it, while I just stood there, raising
my arms, then one leg at at time. Charlie took his time, and I
loved the feel of the soft towel, with Charlie's gentle hands
behind it, rubbing all over me.
When he was done, I took my turn drying him off. His cock
had softened, and his balls were hanging really low, I suppose
from the heat of the water. It was fun drying his cock and balls,
and watching them wiggle and jiggle and swing.
Then Charlie led me back to the bedroom and sat me on the
bed. He picked up and opened the cans of beer which we had both
forgotten, and handed me one. I took a swig of the beer. It was
still cold.
Charlie stood right next to the bed, and after drinking some
of the beer, he started to brush my hair, his lovely cock
dangling right in front of me. So I leaned forward, stuck out my
tongue and cradled the soft head on it. Curling the tip of my
tongue up, I tickled the cleft underside. Charlie stopped
brushing for a moment, and sucked in a big sigh. His cock started
to grow, and I opened my mouth and let it slide between my tongue
and upper lip.
Charlie groaned and said, "Oh, God! Kat, you are the
horniest girl on two legs! Oh, that's good."
His cock kept growing into my mouth while I just held it on
my tongue and tickled under the head, my upper lip just barely
brushing against it. I loved the way it felt. I pulled my tongue
back and made an "O" with my lips, gently circling him just
behind the coronal ridge, and sucked. Charlie moaned and I tasted
pre-cum.
Charlie continued brushing as I worked on his cock, but then,
suddenly, he pulled out of my mouth and said, "Kat, save that for
later, OK? Let's go out for dinner. I know a really nice seafood
place."
"Charlie," I cried, "Give it back. I want it."
"Later," he said, smiling. "That and more. We have all night,
'member?"
He sat down next to me and planted a wet kiss on my right
nipple, sending chills down my spine. "Oh, all right," I said,
reluctantly.
"But, Charlie, I didn't bring any nice clothes. Will they let
me in wearing jeans?"
Charlie laughed. "I'll buy you a dress. I know just the
place."
"Oh, Charlie, you don't have to."
"But I want to."
We got dressed. Charlie stepped into the closet and came out
looking just super in a pair of brown slacks and a tan sport
jacket. I put on my jeans and a checkered blouse. I found that I
had packed a pair of black heels, Lord knows why, so I put them
on.
He drove us to a little shop on a side street just off the
main drag. I was a little surprised, the place featured sexy
lingeree and "play-wear." But Charlie found a tiny black dress.
It was backless, and the front was like a pleated bib that ran
from the waist to a wide collar, with a heart-shaped cut-out
above the breasts. The hem was several inches above the knee. It
was so small- looking I didn't think I could get into it.
"Try this on," he said, handing me the dress and steering me
toward the back of the shop. Then he whispered in my ear, "And,
no underwear. That's an order."
In the tiny dressing room at the back of the shop, I stripped
naked and slid the dress on, and snapped the collar. The
material was some kind of stretch cloth, so it fit fine, though
it was really tight on my hips. The small mirror in the dressing
room was really not of any use to see myself in, so I
straightened out as best I could, and stepped out into the shop.
Charlie grinned and stood admiring me for a while before
leading me to a full- length mirror. I had to admit I looked
good. I struck some "modeling poses," taking note of which ones
looked especially good. The stretchy black material looked like
velvet, and it clung to my round rear so nicely. In front, my
boobs filled the pleats out, with a couple of inches of cleavage
showing through the cutout bodice.
"We'll take it," Charlie said, and started cutting the tags
off. I took the scissors from him and went back to the dressing
room, where I finished removing the tags, collected my things,
and went back out.
Charlie had already payed, and he led me out to the van, and
opened the door for me. I dumped my things in the back, and we
were off to dinner. I used the mirror in back of the visor to
apply makeup. I put on some red lipstick, and was about to powder
up when Charlie said, "Leave your face like that, Kat. Just a
little lipstick. You don't need more makeup."
Dinner was wonderful. I felt so good and so sexy in the
dress, and I noticed several men sneaking looks at me. The place
was super, with low lighting, candles at the table, lots of warm
wood on the walls. We got a table at a window with a view out
over the ocean. Charlie ordered cocktails, and the waiter looked
at me a moment, but asked no questions. I guess I looked really
grown up. I felt really grown up, with my sexy new dress, and my
sexy new man.
After the cocktails, we had escargots. I had never eaten
snails before, and was a little squeamish at first, but I didn't
want to appear childish, and have Charlie suspect how young I
really was, so I ate them. To my surprise, I liked them!
Charlie ordered lobster for the main course. I was worried
that I would make a mess of the new dress, but the lobster came
already cracked open and it was easy to eat, picking the meat out
with the tiny fork. It was delicious. Charlie ordered a bottle of
white wine with the lobster, and it was rich tasting and sort of
oily in the mouth, not thin like the wine I had had at home. It
made the lobster taste even better!
All in all it was the best dinner I ever had.
Charlie and I chatted over dinner and made little double-
meaning jokes about eating, and I loved every second.
Charlie had a desert, but I was too full, so I sipped the
wine and watched him enjoy it.
As he held the door for me as we left the restaurant, he
asked, "Well, how was dinner?"
"Oh, Charlie, it was wonderful. The best dinner I ever had, I
think. But I want desert."
"But, you said you were too full!"
"Not that kind," I said with a wink.
"Oh."
We got in his van, and I slid over close to him. As he pulled
out of the parking lot, I put my head on his shoulder and nibbled
on his ear.
The short dress was riding up my thighs, but rather than pull
it down, I let it go... in fact, I encouraged it by spreading my
legs a little and wiggling on the seat. As he stopped for a
traffic light, Charlie looked at me and noticed it. He grinned
and put his hand on my naked leg and rubbed the sensitive skin on
the inside of my thigh. In response, I put my hand on his crotch
and felt for his cock through his pants. It wasn't difficult to
find, it was already pretty stiff.
Charlie drove for a while before I noticed we weren't heading
to his house. I didn't care, actually, I was so happy to be with
him and fool around. I was feeling all warm and happy inside,
between the food, the wine, and getting hot, but I asked, in a
lazy voice, "Where're we goin', Charlie?"
"You'll see. Were almost there," he answered, grinning, and
moved his hand a little higher on my leg.
It was only an inch or so from my bush, and I wanted him to
touch me. I wiggled downward on the seat. The dress rode up some
more, and his hand brushed against my pussy hair. I gave his cock
a squeeze, and then, reaching my other hand over, I pulled down
the zipper of his fly. To my surprise, he wasn't wearing
underwear either, and his cock popped right out of his pants.
"Ooh, lookee what I found," I giggled.
Charlie grinned and rubbed his hand against my wet bush.
A moment later, he took his hand away to steer the van into a
side road, which became a rutted sand trail in just a few feet.
He carefully eased the van along and stopped at the top of a
salt-grass covered dune overlooking a tiny beach.
"We're here," he said, turning off the headlights and
stopping the motor.
There was enough moonlight to see, and Charlie took off his
jacket, shoes and socks, got out of the van and opened the door
for me. I kicked off my shoes and followed him down to the beach.
He walked right out to the water's edge and stood, the waves
coming up almost to his feet. I noticed his fly was still open
and his cock was standing out.
I stood next to him, looking out into the darkness over the
ocean, feeling the sand between my toes and the breeze in my
hair. We didn't speak at all. The white crests of the breaking
waves were all that could be seen in the water, and far out there
was a little light, barely moving; a boat cruising southward.
After a while, I turned and looked back up the beach. Against
the ocean-side of the dune, a few feet to the right of the van,
there was a little hollow that looked inviting. I reached out and
grabbed Charlie by his soft cock and led him back there, then sat
down on the packed sand, tugging his cock for him to follow.
Instead, he knelt down in front of me and put his arms around me
and kissed me, a long, tonguey hot kiss. I kept my hand on his
half-hard cock.
Still kissing me, he put his arms around my waist and pulled
me up to my feet. His hands went down to my rump and squeezed,
then gently pulled the dress up until his hands were caressing
the bare flesh of my ass. I felt his cock getting hard. I moved
it so it was between my thighs, resting under my pussy, and let
go of it, pressing myself against him full length.
Charlie kneaded my ass cheeks, pulling them apart, then
pressing them together, and I felt the top of his cock rubbing
against my clit, and my juices wetting it. I moaned into his
mouth. My hands, almost by themselves, went to his belt buckle
and undid it, then unbuttoned his trousers, letting them fall to
the sand, then undid his shirt buttons.
Charlie, meantime, had pulled the dress up under my
armpits and was squeezing my ass with one hand and my breasts
with the other, the top of his cock throbbing wetly against my
pussy.
I moaned again, almost a scream, and in one motion, stepped
back, spun around and bent over, pushing my ass cheeks against
his throbbing manhood. Charlie wet his thumb in his mouth and
pressed it against my hot ass hole, while I grabbed his cock
and wet it against my dripping pussy. He wet me up really good,
then pushed his cock against my bung-hole. In one thrust he was
inside me and pumping.
He grabbed my by the waist and held me tightly, and good
thing, too, for it was so good my knees were weak and wobbly. In
just half a dozen strokes, I was coming. Charlie stroked slow and
deep in me until I stopped shaking.
I expected him to keep stroking until he came, too, but he
stopped, and in a moment pulled out of me. Very gently, he pulled
my dress back down, and put his pants back on. His voice sounded
just a bit hoarse and shaky, as he said, "Let's go home and
finish this there."
--
You remember, I told you that since "confession is good for
you," I'm confessing that I love a big cock in my ass, and my
"adventures" about that, but that I'm changing all the names of
people and of some of the places, because I don't have the other
people's permission to reveal their part in my story, or to use
their names.
I told you how I had been introduced to serious sexual
activities, and especially to anal sex. Then, I told you about my
fight with my boyfriend, how I met Charlie, my first adult
lover, and the steamy first day-and-a-half we had, ending with a
session on a beach after a wonderful dinner. I came, but he
didn't, and his voice was just a bit hoarse and shaky, as he
said, "Let's go home and finish this there."
---
Charlie drove home in silence, and I wondered what was going
on with him. It took about ten minutes before we pulled into his
driveway. He got out, then helped me out of the van.
We went into the house, and Charlie threw his jacket on the
couch, and stepped over to me. I was just a little afraid, not
knowing what to expect. He reached out and grabbed me and pulled
me hard against him, kissing my neck and shoulder. I melted
immediately, all fear gone, and reached around his back to grab
his ass. He moaned into my mouth, forcing my lips apart, (I
didn't resist) and fucking my mouth with his tongue. I felt his
hand run up my back and undo the clasp on the collar of the
dress, and in seconds, I was naked from the waist up. I
practically tore his shirt off in my haste to undo the buttons, I
wanted to feel his chest against my tits.
Charlie stepped back from me, breathing hard, kicked his
loafers off, and dropped his pants. His cock was bigger and
harder than I had seen it, standing up high and throbbing. I
shimmied out of the dress, letting it fall around my ankles, and
stepped over to him. I grabbed him and pulled him against me,
pressing my hard-nippled tits against his chest, trapping his
prick between my thighs. I kissed him, then, pushing my tongue
into his mouth. He groaned and grabbed my ass, kneading it as he
had on the beach, opening and closing the crack, and rubbing my
pussy with the top of his cock.
"Now, Charlie," I breathed.
He picked me up and carried me to the bed, and put me down on
it. He stood over me a moment, and I reached up to cup his balls
in my hand, then pulled him toward me by them. Charlie kneeled on
the bed. I pulled more insistantly, and he brought one knee over
me, so he was straddling my chest. I grabbed his ass cheeks and
pulled him to me, taking his cock in my mouth as he leaned over.
"God!" he murmured.
He reached back with his hand and found my soaked pussy, and
rubbed his palm over it. My clit was poking out really far, and
his hand was driving me wild. For my part, I was licking and
sucking his cock while massaging his balls with my hands.
After only a few minutes of this, Charlie suddenly pulled
back from me, grabbed my waist and rolled me over on my belly. He
pushed his knees between mine, forcing them far apart. Then I
felt his tongue licking the small of my back and working its way
down to the crack of my ass. I shivered with pleasure and heat as
his tongue slipped down into the top of my ass-crack, then
continued downward, flicking from side to side as he went. His
hands grabbed my cheeks and squeezed, bunching them up and
spreading them, and his tongue slithered down to my anus, as
chills and thrills ran up my spine.
His tongue skipped over my burning, hungry asshole, and I
moaned in frustration as he licked the perineum. He flicked his
tongue over my inner lips. His hands still squeezing my cheeks,
he used his thumbs to open my pussy, and stabbed his tongue into
it. I was so hot, I couldn't keep my hips still!
Then, suddenly, his tongue stabbed into my waiting anus, and
I almost came. He licked and stabbed, and flicked over the
outside until my hands were bunching up the pillow and I was
moaning continuously.
"Fuck me," I demanded. "Put your cock in there, fuck my ass!"
"You bet," he said, hoarsely.
His tongue stopped teasing at my lower parts for a moment
and I saw his arm reach out to the night table and take the
vaseline. The bed creaked as he moved, and his tongue was back. I
assumed he was greasing his cock.
"Charlie," I said, "Can I please watch? I want to see you go
in me."
Charlie said, "What?"
"I want to see your cock go into me."
"Oh. OK. How?"
"Bring your shaving mirror."
He got up, and while he was gone, I greased my hole some
more, sticking a vaseline-coated finger in. I wanted this to go
perfectly.
He came back and handed me the mirror. I positioned the
mirror so I could look behind me and see my bottom with it.
Charlie sat between my thighs, his legs between mine, and his
beautiful cock was pointed right at my bum.
I said, "Put it in me, Charlie, fuck my ass, please, fuck me
now!"
I was amazed, actually, how small my asshole looked compared
to his cock head. After all, his cock slid in so easily, plenty
of times before, but it still looked so small, a little crinkled
brown-purple ring surrounding a pink dimple. Charlie raised
himself up, sitting more on my legs than the bed, and put his
cock head against it, and slowly pushed. I watched, and saw how
the very tip of the head went in, and then, as I relaxed and bore
down a little, the whole head slid in.
God, how exciting to be able to see! I almost came, just
looking! As much as I loved the feel of his cock going into me,
actually seeing it was just incredible. I thought my little
asshole was just so cute, and watching it spread open as his
beautiful, fat, pink cock went in it was beyond description.
"How's that?" he asked.
"Oh, exciting," I said. "It looks so neat!"
The way he was sitting, though, he couldn't get more in, so
he pulled back out and moved up so he was kinda kneeling behind
me, and he made me get up on my knees. I put the mirror down
underneath and found I could see even better. He pushed his cock
down and into me again. But his balls got in the way and I
couldn't see very well.
"Charlie, let me get on my feet and sit on you."
"No," he said gruffly. He grabbed the mirror, though, and
held it up high while I half twisted around until I could see.
Charlie pushed down and I could see how his shaft went in, and
again, I almost came, just from watching and feeling it slither
right up into my ass.
Though I stared at the mirror, it began to look foggy and far
away. It still looked good to me, his cock pulling out and going
way into me. Before long, though, the sensations took over, and I
lay down flat on the bed, the mirror forgotten. Charlie put it
down, and pulled out, and changed position. He put his legs
between mine, pushing my knees far apart with his as he drove his
cock deep into me. He pushed me back down on the bed and he lay
on my back and kissed my neck as his hands grabbed my wrists over
my head.
"God," I thought, "he's so deep in me!"
Charlie pushed some more, and even more of his cock went in.
I felt his balls dangle against my pussy. Charlie's cock jerked
inside me and I answered by squeezing it. He was lying full on
me, now, his weight pressing me into the mattress, but I didn't
mind. I also realized that I was completely trapped and
immobilized. I didn't mind, I felt safe and secure, and I just
wanted to feel him way up in me.
Charlie moved his hips and drew part way out, removed his
hands from my arms and used them to pull my cheeks apart, then
thrust deeply into me again, and stayed there. He repeated this
about every ten seconds. In a couple of minutes of this, I was
coming wildly. Charlie pushed my legs way far apart with his
knees, drove his cock way up in me, I could feel his pubic bone
against my tailbone. He grabbed my wrists again and held me tight
as my body shook and I moaned. I kept coming and coming. Every
time I started to cool off, Charlie pulled out and thrust deeply
back in me, and I went off again.
I was spread really wide, Charlie holding my legs apart with
his knees, and stretching my arms from the wrists. I felt totally
helpless, totally under his control, and totally wonderful!
Charlie was grunting like crazy, and every time I spasmed and
my insides pulsed against him, he shivvered and moaned. But he
didn't come. And when I thought for sure I couldn't come anymore,
that I was too spent, Charlie moved in my ass again and I was
coming again. I must have had ten or more orgasms!
Finally, as my gut was spasming around his cock, buried deep
in me, my anal sphincter clenched tight on the root of his dick,
Charlie's whole body got rigid, his cock seemed to swell up
inside me, and he made a sound which, under other circumstances,
I would have been frightened of! And I felt his contractions,
chiming in with mine, his cock and my ass, pulsing, screaming
soundlessly, tight; him swelling and me contracting, over and
over, and the hot feeling inside as he filled my rectum with his
seed!
I screamed. My orgasm, nearly spent, was renewed with his
coming. I felt like I was split open, that my ass hole had opened
up to let not just Charlie's cock, but all of Charlie inside me!
I felt like my bottom was swallowing him. Yet, His strong hands
were still on my wrists, stretching my upper body, and his knees,
inside mine, were splitting me open!
I'm not sure, but I think I passed out for a moment.
When I became aware of myself and the world, I felt Charlie's
cock shrivelling in me.
"Oh, no," I cried.
Charlie released my knees, and I squeezed my legs together,
clamping my tired anal muscles tight for all they had left, and
trapped Charlie's dick before it could escape. Charlie groaned.
We both were panting, gasping for air like somehow all the
air in the room had gone away to another corner. I was completely
spent, and I was hanging on to Charlie's cock with the last of my
strength. He seemed to feel my weakness, and put his knees
outside of mine and squeezed them together, keeping his shaft
trapped.
"I want you forever," he breathed into my neck.
"Ohhh," was the best I could answer.
THE END