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The following work contains sexually explicit language and may contain graphic
descriptions of various sex acts. If you are not 18 years of age, or this
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Copyright 1999 Art aDeux@AOL.com (Sasha)
Kristianna Becomes Belinda II
By the time Ryan and I finally finished dinner and the more pleasurable sexual
exploits that followed, it was later than I had expected.
"I need to take a quick shower since my mother is home by now," I said as he
held me and stroked my hair.
"Okay, I'll be your bath slave," he said as he led me to the master bath.
As I stood, naked in his bathroom, he turned the shower on and tested the
warmth. I watched as his also naked form rippled with muscles. Ryan was all
around a well proportioned man and although his abs were defined, he was
nothing compared to the bulk of Fred. I felt safe next to Ryan, in control,
whereas with Fred, although I'd enjoyed most of our encounters, I was never
the one in control.
"Are you ready?" his voice jolted me out of my reverie.
I simply nodded. The wine, dinner, and subsequent sexual dessert had combined
with the time to make me quite tired. He ushered me into the shower and began
to lather my body. He soaped my neck, shoulders, and breasts, working his way
down to the juncture between my thighs. I spread my legs a little at the
gentle pressure of his hands and he tenderly washed my sex. When I was clean
and rinsed, he shifted to his knees and bent his head to lightly tongue my
outer labia. His mouth was soft and I responded immediately despite my
earlier bout with sleepiness.
The shower continued to run as his mouth explored my cleft, teasing at the
distended clitoris, sucking each of the lips in turn, then diving his tongue
into my channel, making me squirm with desire. He reached down between his
legs and began to stroke himself. I watched, amazed, as he worked me closer
to the edge with his mouth and worked his cock with his hand.
My pussy was dripping again when I moved to stand with my hands braced against
the tile and offered myself to him. His distinctly male form, wet from the
water, caressed against my back while his erection poked delightfully at my
bottom. I arched my back and he guided the head of his prick to rest against
the swollen opening of my cunt.
"Uhhmmm, Ryan," I moaned as he slowly pierced my folds with the thick head of
his shaft.
His left hand wrapped around my back to tease at my stiff nipple and his right
snaked about my hips and settled between my thighs, flicking and stroking my
clitoris as he began to pump his full length into me. He grunted each time he
slid into me and when I began to move in counterpoint he softly sighed a
litany of, "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh," with each delectable thrust. I tightened my
muscles about him intentionally and inadvertently sent myself over the edge.
My pussy clutched as his dick over and over again as I sobbed silently in
pleasure.
"Sweet hot little bitch!" Ryan exclaimed as his dick swelled and exploded,
flooding my pussy with hot cum and sending me back into orgasmic splendor.
His spent cock slid from me with a slight pop and I turned into his arms. Our
mouths met and we kissed long and deep as the water continued to run over us,
washing away the remains of our lovemaking. We continued to kiss even as the
water chilled, ending our embrace only when the spray became like icicles. He
grabbed a bath sheet from
the rack an toweled me dry even as he stood dripping on the floor. I made to
return the favor but he just shook his head and wrapped a towel around his
waist.
"Do you have any mouthwash?" I inquired.
"Look in the medicine chest," he called as he went down the hallway to the
living room.
I swished a mouthful around, hoping to rid myself of any traces of wine. My
mother didn't mind that I drank, but she preferred that I did it at home.
(And preferably with her, not some guy who would take advantage of me.)
Satisfied I'd done my best, I turned and nearly ran into him at the doorway.
He'd brought my panties, dress, and sandals. He'd also lost the towel in
favor of his chinos. I smiled a little at the sight. I shimmied myself into
the dress and, pulling my hair out of way, offered him the zipper. He obliged
and when he had finished, placed a kiss at the nape of my neck. I slid my
feet into my leather thongs and turned once again to face him as I combed my
fingers through my hair, searching for tangles.
"You forgot your panties."
"No I didn't," I replied as I took them, drawing close to him, and stuffed
them into his pocket. "You liked them so much, I think you ought to keep
them. Perhaps you'll remember me and use them like you did earlier."
He blushed. "I'm so sorry about that, it was so perverse, but I just couldn't
help myself."
"I didn't think it was perverse. I thought it was sexy and it totally turned
me on. Come to think about it, I suspect there are other 'perversions'
lurking in your closet."
He blushed again, this time a deep crimson instead of merely rosy. I reached
out and pulled a little on his burgeoning erection.
"You're insatiable! I'd love to stay and help you with that, but I am
expected home. And if I want to be able to have dinner with you again, I'll
have to be back at a moderately decent hour," I said reaching up and caressing
his lips. He kissed my fingertips and I gave his cock a final squeeze before
heading for the front door.
"What are you doing Friday night?" Ryan asked as I stepped out into the cool
night air.
"Having dinner with you?" I replied with a slight question mark in my voice.
"Not to cheat you out of anything you deserve, but how about coffee and
dessert instead? It would give us more time for other pursuits," he finished
hopefully.
"You're on. Seven?"
"Make it six-thirty."
"I'll be there," I called over my shoulder as I walked the few doors back to
my condo.
When I got in, my mother was watching a movie. I sat next to her and leaned
my head against her shoulder. A brief moment of mother/daughter companionship
that we both savored. She asked what I'd been up to and I told her that a
neighbor had invited me to dinner. Mom nodded and asked what I'd had. I
couldn't resist telling her about the lamb and she laughed when I sucked in
hard to stop myself from drooling all over, just the thought of the whole
thing made me salivate. (And it wasn't only the rack of lamb!)
She never asked specifically which neighbor. I told her I was going out
Friday and that I probably wouldn't be in until one. She merely nodded and
said to be careful as I made my way to my bedroom, suddenly exhausted by the
events of the evening.
In my room, I pulled the dress over my head and crawled into my waterbed. The
blinds were open just enough for me to look out. I could see Ryan's front
window from my position and watched as he moved about, obviously cleaning up a
little, then
turned ou the light. I thought of him lying naked in his bed pressing my
panties first to his nose to inhale my odour, then wrapping them around his
stiff prick and stroking himself until the cum shot from him, landing in
splatters on his belly and chest. My own hand immediately found my clit and I
quickly brought myself off to that image of Ryan jacking off with my panties.
I slid into sleep before I knew it.
Wednesday and Thursday moved like slugs and I spent most of my time re-reading
"Belinda" while at the pool. Ryan was noticeably absent. My pussy throbbed
and I eased the ache with my fingers and my special brush. On Friday though,
I refrained from making myself cum and suffered through the day, changing my
soaked panties twice before I actually got ready to go to his house.
I wore a pale yellow halter dress and stockings with garter belt in cream.
The matching panties I struggled with. When I put them on before I attached
my stockings, I couldn't pull them down to go to the bathroom without
disengaging the whole mess. I sat for a few minutes on the edge of my bed and
it dawned on me that I had to put my panties on after I affixed the lacy
stocking suspenders. My hair I wore up in a French twist held with about five
tortoise shell combs. I dashed a bit of eyeliner on and a little bit of
frosty pink lipstick but had to forego the rouge as my cheeks were already
stained with excitement.
Ryan immediately opened the door when I knocked and ushered me into the
candlelit living room. There were flowers everywhere. Roses to be exact.
White. With an occasional pink one peeking out from between the gorgeous
blooms. The coffee table held just that, coffee. And dessert. A chocolate
torte with raspberries on top. Pink and rose petals were strewn across the
glass top in-between the coffee cups and dessert plates.
"It's beautiful!" I gasped. I stood there openmouthed for a moment until he
pulled me to him and kissed me softly on the top of my head, inhaling the
fragrance of my shampoo. We sat down on the couch and he served me dessert
and coffee, asking if I liked my coffee black or with cream and sugar while
slicing a huge piece of torte onto a plate and handing it to me. I shook my
head and said that this was the sort of dessert that needed more than coffee.
"What do you mean Kris?"
"Raspberries and chocolate like this need a sparkling wine or a good dry
champagne to set it to the taste buds," I said, licking a bit of chocolate
from the corner of my mouth.
"I'll be right back," Ryan said as he disappeared into the kitchen. He re-
emerged with a bottle of sparkling wine and delicate champagne flutes. "These
were a gift from my now ex-girlfriend," he grinned a little sheepishly, "She'd
have a cow if she knew I was using them with another woman."
"Girl," I corrected, "I'm not quite a woman yet."
"In years maybe, but inside, in your soul, you are more a woman that most."
I smiled as he poured the pale gold liquid into the glasses and toasted him
silently. I took another bite of the torte before climbing onto his lap.
"Tell me what you mean when you say you have weird sexual habits," I asked.
He blushed and took a sip of wine. I kicked my shoes off and settled down
more fully onto him, pressing my panty-clad pussy against his slacks. "No,
really, I want to know. We've made love, I would say 'had sex' but it was too
gentle, too sweet to term it so clinically. Do you have a fantasy?" I
reached down to my plate and snatched a berry and held it to him to eat from
my fingers. His green eyes stared into mine as his mouth engulfed my fingers
and the berry was extricated from my grasp by his tongue. A fresh surge of
wetness
descended from my already well lubricated vagina.
"When I was ten, I had a very pretty baby-sitter that my folks would get for
me on their Saturday bridge party night. She was stunning. About an inch
shorter than you, with long dark hair and dark eyes. I guess Marie was about
seventeen at the time. While I liked looking at her, and even thought
absently about kissing her, or something, I wasn't exactly appreciative of her
presence." Ryan took a deep breath and I sipped on my wine, still gazing
intently at him.
"I wanted to be left alone in the house so I could mess around, you know,
whack off without the threat of my mother or father busting in on me. I had a
little ritual that I practiced after school when my parents weren't around. I
would go out into the yard and water down the bushes. When I was finished
pissing, I always got an erection. I liked the feeling of it and started
jerking off out there. There was no one to see me and the six foot high wood
fence between us and the neighbors pretty well insured that I wouldn't get
caught."
The idea of a young Ryan taking his pre-pubescent dick out of his pants and
pissing in the great outdoors then masturbating was sending little tremors
through my body. I could feel his erection against my pussy through his
trousers as he continued.
"To make a long story short, one night, when I thought Marie was occupied on
the phone with her boyfriend, I snuck into the backyard and began my little
ritual. Unbeknownst to me, she watched the whole thing from a window. When
I got inside she looked at me kind of funny and asked how I felt. I told her
I was fine, but she then said I looked like I had a fever and handed me a huge
glass of water. She stood over me as I drank the thing down and then told me
to go sit in a lawn chair on the patio. I grabbed the book I'd been reading
and did as I was told."
I leaned forward and kissed him, breaking the momentum of the story, but I
didn't care. I knew this was leading up to something very dark and perhaps
delicious. I couldn't resist stirring the embers a little. He broke the kiss
after a few moments and asked if I was sure I wanted to hear what happened
next. I nodded and he continued.
"After about an hour, all that water I'd drank began to hit me. I stood up
and headed for the bathroom and suddenly Marie blocked my path. 'You're a
naughty little boy who likes to pee outside and play with his penis,' she
said. 'You don't get to use the toilet like big people. In fact, you're just
like a baby who pees his pants. Go back outside and sit down.' This time,
she followed me out and took a chair opposite me."
"The tension was terrible and my bladder ached. I ended up begging her to let
me go to the bathroom, but she wouldn't relent. As a last ditch effort I
jumped up and headed to the bushes, pulling at my belt as I went. She blocked
me there also and my overstretched bladder gave way. She just watched with
this funny look on her face as the front of my pants darkened with piss.
Then, I guess from the association of being outside, my dick got hard. I
could have died."
Ryan took another sip of wine and I fed him a bite of torte. His erection
poked into my now engorged pussy a little more fiercely and I wriggled a bit
against the stimulation. "Go on," I urged.
"She grabbed me and pulled me into the house. Down the hall we went to the
bathroom where she stood me in front of the mirror and showed me my wet pants,
all the while touching the front of my pants and making me touch my erection
through my soaked pants. 'You're a naughty little boy, now I'm going to have
to clean you up,' she said as she undid my belt and then my pants, sliding the
soaked lot down my legs. Marie got a washcloth and soaped it up real good
before attacking my crotch and legs. She concentrated on my dick and of
course it felt better than when I did it. I groaned with the friction and she
got mad."
"The next thing I knew, I was naked from the waist down on her lap with my ass
in the air and my hard little prick, still soapy from her 'cleaning', between
her thighs. She began to spank me. I was in shock. The whole thing was
surreal but the stimulation from being between her thighs was unbelievable.
Every time her hand fell, my dick was pushed and rubbed between her smooth
legs. If I squirmed, it just felt better, so I ignored the warmth of my ass
and let her slap my cheeks. Just as I was getting to the point of no return,
she slid a soapy finger across my crack and began to work it into my
asshole. I came hard, my little dick jerking. I even managed a small amount
of jism, a first."
"Wow!" I said, "That must have been weird, to say the least. But judging by
your erection now, you still find it erotic." He nodded slightly, looking
just a tad ashamed.
"Did it happen just that once?" I asked. Ryan shook his head.
"No, it happened a couple more times over the course of a year. At one point,
she would lay down in the bathtub and have me pee onto her pussy. I didn't
really get off on that, but she said if I did she'd suck my dick. What almost
eleven year old guy would turn down a blowjob from a hot seventeen year old?
There was some other stuff, but I don't really want to get into that now."
He leaned over and taking my drink, put both glasses onto the table. His
hands, free from holding his glass, cupped my ass through my dress. We kissed
for long moments before I wriggled free and excused myself to the bathroom.
When I returned, he was out on the deck.
I slipped up behind him, putting my arms around his waist and using my hands
to cup him though his khakis. I told him about how Fred had touched me
and kept me in a state of sexual excitement when I had to pee and how I'd
finally had to let go while he continued to play with my pussy. He dick
responded to the story predictably and I caressed it gently.
"I've always wondered what it would be like to control someone to the point
where I could order them to pee their pants while I watched or held them.
Sometimes I masturbate, thinking about holding a guy's dick for him while he
pees."
We stood in dark silence as I continued to massage his dick through his pants.
My breasts, nipples hard and aching, rubbed into his back. I couldn't believe
I was talking about this. I hadn't told anyone about Fred, much less the
pissing things we did and my subsequent fantasies about it. Made bold by the
wine and my own ardor, I took a chance.
"Would you do it for me Ryan?" I asked softly.
His tall form stiffened and he choked out at strangled "What?"
"Would you pee for me, right here, right now. I promise not to spank you,
unless that's what you want," I finished, trying to tease in case this was the
entirely wrong direction to go. I continued to massage the front of his
slacks but noted that his erection was deflating a little. My wet pussy
spasmed lightly and my heart was starting to sink when he broke the silence.
"If you want me to," Ryan said with a strange catch in his voice.
"Would it make you hot? Or would it just degrade you?" I questioned.
"Doing anything for you makes me hot, Kris," he said a little desperately,
"I'll do whatever you want!"
Power coursed through me. Shot straight down to my wet cunt and back again to
my nipples, making them stand stiffly against the fabric of my dress. Here
was a hot, gorgeous man, older, willing to piss his pants if I told him to. I
wondered in the back of my mind what else he was willing to do at my command.
I pressed my hand against his bladder and he grunted lightly. It felt
distended. I was pushing my pelvis against his buttocks when I made my
decision.
"Do it Ryan, wet your pants for me, right here, right now, while I cup your
dick," I said in my best domineering voice. His cock was half hard against my
palm and I used the other hand, still resting lightly on his lower abdomen, to
press on his bladder once again. He moaned a little and I felt his dick
twitch slightly before the hot wetness began to creep across the front of his
chinos, warming my fingers. I moved both hands to his crotch and rubbed
lightly as he sighed in release. The night wasn't too cold, but the damp
began to chill even as his cock swelled under my touch. ^
"Let's get you cleaned up," I said and led him back into the candlelit living
room. His slacks were wet nearly from the waistband to mid-thigh and his cock
was hard as a rock beneath it all. We went to the master bathroom and I
slowly stripped him of his clothing, placing his slacks in the sink and
running water over them. I turned my attention to cleanig him off with a
washcloth then, wiping away any trace of urine that remained. His dick jumped
each time I ran the wet terry across it and when I was sure he was clean, I
leaned forward and took him into my mouth.
Ryan leaned against the towel rack and I sucked his pulsing shaft deep into my
mouth, allowing the head to push against the back of my throat. I cupped his
balls with my left hand and began to bob up and down the length as he sucked
his breath in through his teeth. With my right hand, I reached around and
began to finger his crack. He relaxed his buttocks a bit and I slid my saliva
dampened finger across his anus. He moaned aloud this time and thrust
forward. I took my left hand from his balls and fingered my soaking cunt,
allowing the juices to cover my fingers before withdrawing and putting
them between his butt cheeks, rubbing my slickness against his pulsing hole.
My right hand went back to probing while I again cupped his tense balls.
He relaxed again and my finger slid into his asshole up the second knuckle. I
worked it in further until it was lodged to the hilt in his rectum. He moaned
again as I began to move it in and out just a fraction of a centimeter at a
time in rhythm to my cock-sucking.
"Stop, Kris, I'm going to cum," he said, "You don't want me to cum in your
mouth, do you?"
I continued my sucking action on his expanding cock while fucking his ass with
my finger and glanced up at him once as I mumbled a barely audible, "Uh huh,"
around his dick. The head expanded and his asshole tightened around my finger
before he exploded in my mouth. His knees buckled as the sperm hit the back
of my throat and I swallowed reflexively. Ryan struggled to stay upright by
holding onto the towel bar while I swallowed four more mouthfuls of his
forceful ejaculations. I slowly withdrew my finger and was treated with a
trickle of cum from his still raging cock. I licked him clean and watched in
amazement as it continued to twitch. He sank to the floor in front of me and
taking my face in his hands drew me close and kissed me hard, tasting his cum
from my mouth.
My cunt ached and he dropped one hand to my soaked pussy. Pushing my panties
to one side, he sank two fingers into my heat and stroked my clitoris with his
thumb. I went off with a scream in his mouth and my cunt sucked at his
fingers with the force of my climax. He never broke the kiss and continued to
stroke his fingers in me until the shudders subsided. We stayed like that for
a long moment until he moved me gently till I was sitting on his lap. He
began stroking my pussy again while fondling my breasts through my dress. As
he pulled at my hard nipples, I came on his fingers again, pushing myself onto
them by rocking my hips. The power of the orgasm was amazing.
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