Message-ID: <6793eli$9803101719@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: Bookman Archives Subject: RP: Marie's Confession MF, cons Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: readebks@wolfenet.COM Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <35031EDF.62B1@wolfenet.com> (Note: I am not the author, only the archivist. The author's name has come detached from this story. If you are the author, please contact me. I like to see writers get credit for their work. This story deals with themes of explicit sex. If you're too young to be here, you're too young to read it. Scram.) "Marie's Confession" (m/f, m/f, cons, true) WARNING: LITERARY COP-OUT: Marie likes this description from "Introduction", so we're using it again. Marie and I have been married for two years, after being together for almost four before that...on and off. We love each other totally, and our lust for each other has not diminished at all in this time, though it's been, uh, redirected occasionally, if you know what I mean. More on that in later stories. I should introduce us. I'm 27, a graduate student in the social sciences and have been moderately successful in the music industry as well. I'm about 5'10, 170 lbs, with short blond hair and blue eyes. For the past 6 years I have worked summers as a bike messenger, so I'm in pretty good shape, with a fairly thick 7" tool to my credit. I'm straight hetero, though I tried being bi-that's how I know now. But hey, who CARES about me...you're here for her. Marie is 26 and truly beautiful. Men (and women) notice her face first, with high cheekbones, a wide, smiling mouth, and big hazel eyes. She has blond hair halfway down her back which she always wears loose and slightly curly. She's 5'9, 140 lbs., and 38C- 27-38. Her breasts are soft and full, nicely shaped but not particulary firm, which is an asset in bed...she likes to be fucked very hard, and her tits bob appealingly when she's being slammed on her back, while they flop around wildly if she's on her hands and knees--her favorite. Her nipples are the best- large and dark, the aureoles the size of a dollar coin, and showing even through sweatshirts. Marie's stomach is a bit soft, but I like that. Her ass is very well shaped, neither flat nor flabby, and her legs are quite long and well muscled. She has a beautiful cunt--she keeps it very neatly trimmed, with a small delta of dark hair over a mostly bare slit. Her labia are very large and protruding, and her clit is the size of the tip of my first finger. When she is relaxed, I can easily fit four fingers inside her (she won't settle for less than three!), and her puss makes loud squishing noises when you fuck her. Of course, Marie can also tighten herself up like any 18-year old to milk my come out once she's had her orgasm. Sexually, she has few limits--she loves anal, and her ass is as open as many younger girls' pussies. Her sweet mouth is always ready for a blast of sperm, which Marie swallws with relish. She loves to masturbate in the shower or in bed, with me watching, sometimes using her vibrator to plow her deep loose cunt while she rubs her clit. Most of all, Marie loves being penetrated-in her cunt or her ass, by fingers, cocks, or anything. She rarely comes unless one of her holes is being filled, and even when she masturbates she slides three fingers into her gooey puss. Before Marie and I were married, we didn't have the most stable relationship--we would be together for a few months, fight about something stupid, break up for a few weeks, get back together. One time Marie decided she was gay--that lasted all of three weeks, but there'll be a story about it--and another time I fucked the singer in this other band I was recording with, or something like that. Anyway, about four years ago we had broken up for about six weeks. It was the usual stupid thing-I had said I wouldn't go on tour, and I did, and Marie was hanging out with a bunch of assholes from the small town she's from, people who drink beer out of cans voluntarily and drive pickups and major in accounting, and trying too hard to be a party person...that kind of shit. My band had been on the road for part of that, so I wasn't exactly sexually deprived (hint for independent musicians--being in a band does not get you laid. Having pot, especially in places where it's $100 a quarter, gets you laid. Sad but true.), but when I came back I ran into Marie at the bar the first night, and we talked and had a good cry and got back together, and of course, immediately resumed our sex life. It was late summer, and Marie was wearing cutoffs, about mid-thigh but tight, that showed off her trim thighs and shapely ass. She had on a loose white denim shirt, open a good way, with a sports bra under it. Her long dark blonde hair was a bit "bigger" than usual, and she was more made up than I was used to. She looked very hot, and it looked like she'd come to the place with a couple of guys I sort of knew because they were in another band. My first thought was, "Has she been fucking anyone else?" It bothered me a little at first, but then I realized I kind of liked the idea, especially once it was pretty obvious we were back together a few pints later. Anyway, I knew it was pretty unlikely-while she was a pretty heavy flirt sometimes, I knew she'd only had sex with four guys (and two girls) since she was eighteen (she was 22 at the time), and since we knew each other's best friends, it was hard to hide stuff like that. Compared to the description I gave at the beginning, Marie was about ten pounds lighter at this point-her tummy was a little firmer and her tits were a little smaller. Her pussy was a bit tighter than it is now, but she wasn't quite as skilled with it, and she was usually so eager to get fucked that she'd only suck a cock to stiffen it up. Up to this point she hadn't been as interested in shaving her pussy as she is now, and her pubic hair covered her whole pussy though her triangle was small and neat. So we had a few drinks, decided the band was terrible and it was time to leave. She didn't say goodbye to the guys she'd come with, which gave me a shallow pleasure. When we got into my car Marie kissed me hard, open- mouthed, with her tongue snaking towards my throat. "My place," she said, breathlessly brushing her long hair back from her forehead. When we got in the door of her apartment she quite literally dragged me towards the bedroom and pushed me down onto the bed. The moon and streetlights made it sort of a half- light inside, and Marie stood in front of me by the bed and stripped, not extravagantly but deliberately, first her shirt, then her shorts, showing off high- cut black panties matching the bra she wore, neither of which I had seen before. She pulled the bra up, exposing her round soft tits, and slid her hands up her sides to squeeze her breasts with a purr of contentment. Then she turned around and slipped down her panties, stepping out of them, and I took the opportunity to lose my shirt. Her ass looked nice and firm, slightly longer than it is wide, smooth and taut. Then she turned around and crawled into my lap. I reached between her thighs with one hand and found a surprise-except for her small delta, Marie's puss was totally hairless, smooth and soft. She'd never done that before. She chuckled huskily. "You like that?" "Oh, yeah," I replied, fingering the wet slit and tugging on her prominent clit with my thumb and finger, making her gasp slightly. "Me, too." She pressed her hands on my shoulders, laying me down on the bed, and yanked down my cutoffs, fumbling with the belt. Finding me hard, she immediately moved to get on and ride my cock, but I had other ideas. I put my hands on her hips and pulled her up my body. Marie quickly understood and scrambled up to straddle my face. Her newly hairless cunt was a delight-her large labia, prominent clit, and open hole had always made her great to go down on, and now all of her fleshy girl parts were pink and unobstructed Oh yeah, this was a good thing. Marie's pussy settled over my face and I licked at her clit first, teasing it out from under its little hood first and then feeling it tuck back inside as she got more excited. Her thighs were starting to quiver as I pulled her hips up slightly so I could thrust my tongue up into her very wet hole. This penetration made Marie squeal and wriggle, driving her hips down further. Then she suddenly scooted down to straddle me. Taking my shaft in her hand, she settled the head into the moist embrace of her hole, then drove her hips down. It felt so good to be buried in Marie's soft pussy again. I knew how much she liked to be fucked like this, starting out sitting upright, her tits bobbing as she rode, then lowering her torso, leaning forward, so I could take her perfect nipples in my mouth. In this position I raise my hips a little so that Marie is basically getting it doggy-style, but she's still on top. "Faster! Fast!" she whimpered, and I reached back and held onto her taut ass cheeks as I obeyed, driving into her hard and fast, her tits bobbing in my face. Marie came suddenly as she sometimes does, suddenly freezing in place with a burst of breath through clenched teeth, and then her thighs trembling uncontrollably, her pussy ripples its muscles and lets loose a rush of wetness. I was surprised to find myself coming almost immediately after, emptying my sperm into the depths of Marie's hot cunt. We lay there for a while, touching, telling her weird tour stories, listening to her story about her new lousy nanny job, and catching up on lost time. I dozed for a little bit. Early in the morning, just before dawn, Marie woke me up by stroking my cock. I looked down. She had kicked the sheets off and was masturbating herself, her hips rising to meet her hand. Her eyes were bright and her lips slightly parted, and I knew what she wanted. I got in between her thighs as she pulled a couple of pillows under her back, so that she was semi-sitting. Without any preliminaries, she worked my semi-hard cock into her cunt, where I quickly expanded to my full size. Her newly shaved pussy looked lovely, her loose pink lips stroking the shaft, and felt even better. We both love how it feels "the second time", and Marie tries not to go to the bathroom or clean herself out if she thinks we'll fuck again soon. This has sparked a few fantasies, let me tell you. I held myself up on my arms, so that we were only touching at our hips, Marie's cunt making moist sucking sounds as I slid back and forth. She felt close and warm, but not tight, and there was a sort of gooey slimy feeling, obviously from my come a little earlier, that was really getting me off. Marie was working her hips slightly, but mostly she was just leaning back and enjoying being fucked, letting me do the work this time. Her eyes were closed and she had a slight smile, occasionally licking her lips or giving a faint moan. Her tits were sloping down her chest, swaying slightly when she moved. In the time we had been together so far, Marie had gone from a 34B to a 36C (38 now), and now looked full and womanly, especially with her lovely nipples. They were without a doubt the best I had ever seen or tasted. I was totally tripping on Marie, the feel and the look of her, my world focusing down to her pussy and her face... Then I suddenly realized Marie was very still, and had opened her eyes, fixing me with a strange amused look. I felt a little squeeze of her pussy muscles, something she was just learning to do well. "Can I ask you something?" Marie was very still, and had a strange expression. Sometimes, sex carries her away, and she gets very odd ideas, some sexual, some not. I figured this was one of those times. I stopped moving too, leaving my cock planted halfway into her warm puss. Glancing down, I saw she was absolutely shining, soaking wet, a little dark spot forming on the sheets. "Go ahead," I whispered, kissing her hairline and then pulling back to look in her eyes. She got a wicked smile, and I got the sense she had just crossed some kind of bridge in her mind. "What would you say if. . . ?" Marie settled her hands behind my neck. We were still only touching at our thighs and our join. Her voice lowered, and had a sudden confidence, but still just above a whisper. "What would you say if I told you I had a cock in my pussy last night?" My brain kind of choked on that one...maybe it was true, maybe she was just wondering what I'd say... "Well...did you?" I was trying to stay cool, but this was bringing up a whole rush of weirdness and I think my voice quavered a bit. Marie cocked her head slightly and licked her lips. "Uh-huh. Right here. In this bed." Her voice was slow and deliberate. "And in my mouth, too. I sucked it, and I took it in my pussy, and and it came inside me." My first crazy thought was 'did she change the sheets?' which I knew she would have, she's weird like that. "What do you think about that?" she said. There was a big silence there. Then I realized what was going through my head. Marie as a sexual being, the thought of Marie just fucking, not fucking me, thinking about her body doing all its wonderful things, her nipples getting hard, her thighs sweating, her mouth working on a thick tool, her pouty labia getting all puffed and swelled, her soft wet sex stroking a hard cock, was making me so totally turned on I barely realized what was happening. "And I got my pussy eaten a little bit, too. I laid right here last night and had sperm pumping into my cunt." She never said cunt, referring to hers, unless she was totally turned on . I could tell from the tenseness of her body that she was. All this pretty much made my mind up for me. I thrust my hips forward, ramming my tool into Marie's slick dripping sex, and I felt her legs lift up behind my back. I felt a low, subsonic groan deep in her throat. "I think maybe you'd better tell me all about it," I said, and kissed her hard and deep. We stayed like that, me fucking her slow and deep as she lay still and told me the story. She'd been at a bar, not one of the ones I'd go to. She was with a couple friends, girls, and they got her very drunk and sort of steered her towards this guy who'd been looking at her. She didn't describe him at all, and claimed she wasn't even completely sure she remembered his name. She said he'd driven her back here, felt up her thigh in the car, and a combination of vodka and deprivation made her decide to bring him up. The setting established, Marie seemed to loosen up and get into it, the words flowing in short bursts, slower when she got to a really explicit part, her hips thrusting to make points "We didn't say anything at all. I got in the door and grabbed his crotch. He was hard already, so I got down on my knees right there in the hall and took him out. He was a little longer than you, but thinner, he didn't fill up my throat as much. He stepped out of his jeans and I got my shirt off and sort of pulled my tits out of my bra and squeezed them while I sucked him. He pulled me up and we got into the bedroom. He kissed me a little but I just wanted to get at it. I stripped like I did for you tonight and he took off his shirt. I stood by the bed and told him to lick me, and he did, mostly on my clit but a little in my hole. He fingered me and I was really really wet, and he had two fingers in me, but he wasn't moving them. Just licking me. Then I got on the bed on my hands and knees and he got behind me and put it in. I was really relaxed, and drunk, so I didn't squeeze him, so I think I was kind of loose...I could hear my pussy squishing. My breasts were hanging down and bouncing, and I told him to fuck me faster so he really started to slam me. I looked over in the mirror and I felt like such a slut, I pretended for a minute that he was paying me for my cunt and my mouth. I turned around and took him in my mouth again, and tasted my pussy on him, and my pussy just felt so empty I laid down on my back and spread my legs really wide. He started to fuck me again, really hard and fast, I knew my breasts would be bouncing on my chest and I felt really slutty again. I reached down and started rubbing my clit and sort of came a little bit. He stopped, I think because he could feel my pussy moving." She paused. Marie was glistening with sweat now. She had a big smile. I was thinking mostly about her pussy being filled and getting hot and wet and coming, doing little fluttery squeezes on the cock inside her. Then she sort of laughed. "Now it gets weird... " "How?" I asked. The part about being paid for her cunt and mouth was a totally new one on me, and I had never heard her say 'slut' before, except as an insult. I was so turned on, I was glad I'd come once already tonight or I would have blown it long ago. " I guess I passed out..." She started to speak slowly and sensually. "I woke up, at, like, four, maybe an hour later. I was still naked, laying on top of the sheets. I was starting to sober up, and it all came back to me, getting fucked hard and fast. He was gone. I reached down between my legs and I was wet...I realized it was all come. There was come dribbling out of my pussy. I felt all full and slimy. He'd kept on fucking me and come in my pussy, more come than I knew there could be. I put a finger inside myself and I was totally full of sperm. I stood up and went to the bathroom, and it started to dribble down my thigh. I got in the bathroom and was going to clean myself out, but I looked in the mirror and I looked so sexy...my hair was all messy, my makeup was half off, my pubic hair was all coated, and I had come on the inside of my legs. I started to finger myself right there, and I came really hard in about a minute. Then I got in the shower, and cleaned all the come out of my cunt, and then I made myself come again wth the shower head." I thought about that. I'd watched her do it before. The idea of Marie, doing it after having been fucked, after having her unconscious body filled with come because her pussy was just too good to leave, was just too good. It suddenly rushed out of me, and I shoved my cock deep into Marie, shooting my load into her sex, the second come she'd taken that night...and the third in two nights, I thought deliriously. The idea of Marie as this tremendously sexual creature, not just to me but in her own right, was filling my brain, and the thought that this very same pussy had been enjoyed last night by another cock, spread and fucked and filled with come, drove me wild. We sort of fell over sideways, and I slipped out of her. She reached down and touched herself, bringing her glistening fingers up to her mouth. We talked for a while, about how she'd woke up in a terrific mood this morning and decided on an impulse to shave her pussy. I'm glad I was the first to get that. Marie said she wanted to tell me...in a more conventional fashion... because she thought I should know, but then she got really strangely turned on by the idea of telling me like that, and giving me the story, and she couldn't resist. Later, I reciprocated by telling her a very nasty story about a girl I'd had on tour, and she fingered herself to another orgasm. The whole episode got me thinking about fantasies, real life, etc., and how the brain is the most important sex organ...blah blah. I'm sure what you all want to know is does she still sleep around, and the answer is definitely no...some fantasies are best left that way. But boy, they can be great... -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us |