From ddtjb@hunterlink.net.au Thu Apr 03 18:53:35 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!su-news-hub1.bbnplanet.com!news.bbnplanet.com!newsfeed.direct.ca!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 - conf13.doc [01/01] Date: Thu, 03 Apr 97 23:53:35 GMT Organization: HunterLink - An Australian Network Provider Lines: 374 Message-ID: <5hvo5n$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: 524 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!sdd.hp.com!caen!nic.umass.edu!news.amherst.edu!erotica From: katrina@mcastl.ieee.org Subject: My Confession (part 13) Message-ID: <C4p17p.H6A@unix.amherst.edu> X-Moderator-Review: 7: nice moments with a shower Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Keywords: mf series teen Sender: erotica@unix.amherst.edu (Tim Pierce) Organization: Wizard's Tower BBS, Teterboro NJ Date: Tue, 30 Mar 1993 08:35:48 GMT Approved: erotica@unix.amherst.edu (Tim Pierce) Lines: 352 Archive-name: confession-13 My Confession (Part Thirteen) 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. 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." (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