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Subject: My Confession (part 7)
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                       My Confession (Part Seven) 
                          By Katrina 
    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."
    --- to be continued ---
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