From ddtjb@hunterlink.net.au Thu Apr 03 18:53:28 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-pull.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!cpk-news-hub1.bbnplanet.com!news.bbnplanet.com!newsfeed.nacamar.de!nntp.uio.no!news.uoregon.edu!disco.iinet.net.au!news.per.connect.com.au!news.mel.connect.com.au!news.mel.aone.net.au!ghostgum.hunterlink.net.au!i11 From: ddtjb@hunterlink.net.au (**_MOUSE_**) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Story : Katrina - My Confession - conf12.doc [01/01] Date: Thu, 03 Apr 97 23:53:28 GMT Organization: HunterLink - An Australian Network Provider Lines: 371 Message-ID: <5hvo5f$e5r@ghostgum.hunterlink.net.au> NNTP-Posting-Host: i11.hunterlink.net.au X-Newsreader: News Xpress Version 1.0 Beta #4 BEGIN -- Cut Here -- cut here X-NEWS: cc.newcastle.edu.au rec.arts.erotica: 523 Newsgroups: rec.arts.erotica Path: seagoon.newcastle.edu.au!metro!munnari.oz.au!constellation!osuunx.ucc.okstate.edu!moe.ksu.ksu.edu!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!malgudi.oar.net!caen!nic.umass.edu!news.amherst.edu!erotica From: katrina@mcastl.ieee.org Subject: My Confession (part 12) Message-ID: <C4p0vL.H1u@unix.amherst.edu> X-Moderator-Review: 7: artfully done Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Keywords: mf teen series Sender: erotica@unix.amherst.edu (Tim Pierce) Organization: Wizard's Tower BBS, Teterboro NJ Date: Tue, 30 Mar 1993 08:28:33 GMT Approved: erotica@unix.amherst.edu (Tim Pierce) Lines: 349 Archive-name: confession-12 My Confession (Part Twelve) By Katrina 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..." --- to be continued --- -- Moderator, rec.arts.erotica. Submissions to erotica@unix.amherst.edu. Please, no reposts, first drafts, or requests for "subscriptions," stories, GIFs, or archive sites. END -- Cut Here -- cut here **_MOUSE_** "Remember the Lion" ddtjb@hunterlink.net.au