Message-ID: <21016asstr$942361801@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-AirNote: 1 Reply-To: From: "Bill Rudersdorf" Subject: {ASSM} My Confession X-Post-Date: Wed, 29 Sep 1999 11:24:50 -0500 X-Original-Message-ID: <000101bf0a97$2708f0a0$e7e690d1@pdq.net> X-Priority: 3 (Normal) X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V5.00.2615.200 Importance: Normal X-To: story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us JMDigest-Score: good -52 (failed autocheck) Date: Thu, 11 Nov 1999 18:10:01 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: assm-admin Here are some more bits of "My Confession" I found around. It is Parts 7, 8, 9, 10, 13 & 14. Happy trails, Bill 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 asshole 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 cockhead 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 --- My Confession (Part Eight) 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 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 I 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 cockhead 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 asshole, 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 cockhead 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 construction there. When he stopped the car, I pumped and sucked him and made him come in my mouth. --- to be continued --- My Confession (Part Nine) 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 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 gray 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 babies," 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 marveled 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 asshole 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. ---- to be continued ---- My Confession (Part Ten) 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. 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 women's 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 laughed 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 hollered. "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 yourself. 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 introduced 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 and 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. ---- to be continued ---- [Don't have 11 &12] 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 a 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 lingerie 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 paid, 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 asshole, 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) -- My Confession (Part Fourteen) 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, 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 insistently, 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 cockhead. 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 cockhead 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 shivered 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 asshole 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 shriveling 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. -- -- If you enjoyed this work, take a moment to email the author. Your comments are their only payment. 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