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Subject: My Confession (part 12)
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My Confession (Part Twelve)
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. Last time, I told you how
I met Charlie, and how we made love anally, and how I fell asleep
with his beautiful cock inside my ass.
I woke up very early the next morning. It was barely light
out, and after a moment I realized where I was, and that
Charlie's hand still rested on my right breast. To my amazement,
his cock was still in my ass. His penis had softened, of course,
but it hadn't come out during the night, and my butt- muscles
were holding it tightly.
Charlie's breathing was slow and regular, so I surmised he
was still sleeping. Sometime during the night, I noticed, he had
slipped his other arm under my pillow. I lay there a while,
savoring the sweet moment as, somewhere outside, a bird started
to sing.
Still fast asleep, Charlie sighed and his hand squeezed my
breast gently for a moment, then relaxed again. I felt so happy,
I smiled and just lay there as it grew gradually lighter out,
feeling his chest against my back, his arm and hand on my chest,
his knees behind mine, his balls between my legs, and his cock in
my ass.
I got curious, and I raised my top leg a bit and snuck my
hand down there behind my pussy and found his balls. The sack of
his scrotum was very relaxed, and the balls were hanging across
his leg. I carefully picked them up, liking the feel of them, the
weight of them. I looked under the covers and almost started
giggling, it looked so funny, his balls peeking out by my pussy.
I pushed my hand in further to my rear, and found there was
about an inch of soft flesh running from Charlie's furry pubis
and disappearing in my butt hole. It felt soft and very silky,
and I stroked it, very gently so it wouldn't come out of me.
I guess I must have dozed off a bit, but then woke again, and
realized that Charlie was getting hard in me. Oh, how great, I
thought, as I felt his cock gradually creeping up my rectum and
gently spreading my butt hole. I wondered if he was awake, but
his breathing was still slow and regular. As his erection grew in
me, I became aware that I needed to pee, but I wasn't willing to
get up and give up the wonderful feeling I was experiencing.
I started to think about my virginity, and my insisting to
keep it. This wonderfully gentle person whose manhood now lay
deep in my behind would no doubt be better than most to take it
from me. Besides, he turned me on so. I fantasized how it would
be, how gently he would enter me, and pierce the barrier, and
that it would not hurt me. And, after all, if he felt so good
where he was, how much better might his cock feel in the place
that was meant for it? And didn't eveyone who ever gave an
opinion about virginity, other than my mother, say it didn't
matter, and wasn't of any value?
My bladder's insistance on being emptied interrupted my
thoughts, and I realized I would have to get up, after all. I
took his right hand off my breast and set it on his hip, then I
raised my right leg again, and as gently as I could, and with a
sigh, I started to pull myself off his penis. He groaned, then,
and I thought he woke up. His hand went to my hip and he pulled
me back on him. I twisted around to look at his face, but his
eyes were closed, his breathing still slow, and a faint smile was
on his lips.
I wanted to push back on him, but I really had to go, so I
slowly and reluctantly pulled off him. It was odd, the head of
his penis didn't seem to want to come out, and, with my hand back
there, I felt his half-hard cock stretch as I pulled away.
At last, I managed, and it came out. I stood up and quietly
walked to the bathroom.
When I came back to the bed, I wondered if I could get him
back in me without waking him. I decided not to try, and thought
I'd make him some breakfast- then have him put it back in
afterwards. Still naked, I went to the kitchen and found eggs,
bacon, and coffee, so I set to work. I had a little trouble
figuring out that the little electric oven was also a toaster,
but managed to make toast without burning it.
I filled two plates and two cups, and realized how little I
knew about Charlie when I didn't know whether to put milk and
sugar in his coffee. I found a tray and put everything on it, and
took both milk and sugar along.
Charlie was still asleep, and was hugging my pillow. I
wondered if he was dreaming, and if so, was it of me? I put the
tray down on a night table, and on an impulse, drew the covers
off Charlie and looked at his naked body. He was still half hard.
"I want some 'sausage' for breakfast," I said to myself, but
then thought about where that "sausage" had just been. Feeling
wicked and stealthy, I went to the bathroom and wet a washcloth
with warm water, and went back and washed Charlie's semi-erect
penis.
He was still asleep, but I proceeded to give him head. I
loved how it felt in my mouth almost as much as how it felt in my
other end. I nibbled at the sides and licked the little bridge of
flesh under the head, and he got fully hard right away. It didn't
take long before Charlie's breathing got faster, and his hips to
start to undulate, and then he was moaning, and his eyes opened.
"Oh, God, Kat," he said. "You know how to wake a guy up in
the morning."
"Gummrrning," I said, mouth full of his cock. Lifting my head
a second, I continued, "I made breakfast, but decided I wanted
some of this 'sausage,' too."
He chuckled and said, "It's yours any time you like, but
right now I have to pee. Can I please have my cock back?"
I had to laugh at that, and I let go.
He got up and walked to the bathroom. He looked funny, his
erect penis wobbling up and down as he walked. I followed him,
taking the washcloth back.
"Geez, look what you've done to it, it's rock-hard and I
can't pee." He stood over the bowl, aiming, and his cock
gradually softening.
"I wanna watch," I said, kneeling next to him and looking.
"Sure, why not?" he grinned, "Want to hold it for me, too?"
"Oh, yes, please." I don't think he expected me to, but I
took it in my hand. It was still semi-hard.
"Watch out where you're aiming, here it goes."
It felt really neat. I could feel the pee starting through
it, and a sort-of vibration as the stream ran through it. He was
done far too soon for me, the stream stopping. I let go of it.
"Wait," he warned, and I grabbed it again. His cock pulsed in
my hand, making two big squirts come out.
"Now you have to shake it off," he said, grinning.
"What's that?"
"Some drops stay in it; you have to shake it so they come out
now instead of later in my underpants."
"You aren't going to wear any today," I said wickedly, but I
shook it up and down. It was fun, kind of neat how it sort of
flopped around, and sure enough, a few drops came flying out.
"An education," I said. "Anything else?"
He laughed. "A nice kiss for it?"
"Are all the drops out?" I shook it some more, but this time
the shaking was more like stroking. No more came out. Not wanting
to taste any urine, I wiped the tip with a piece of toilet paper,
then kissed the head and licked the shaft.
"Did I do good?"
"God, you could do that for me all the time."
I flushed the toilet and said, "I'd love to, but breakfast is
getting cold, if you care."
"Well, seeing as how you went to the trouble..."
We went back to bed and ate breakfast. Charlie seemed
surprised that the eggs weren't overdone or runny, and he loved
the bacon. He said it was just the right crispness. He took both
milk and sugar, I noticed.
"By the way," he asked, putting the plate down, "what was the
washcloth for?"
"I washed your 'sausage' before I ate it. After all, consider
where it spent the night..."
"What do you mean?"
"Don't you know? You were in me all night," I said. "When I
woke up, you were still in my bottom, and it was so nice."
He grinned, and I saw his cock stirring, so I went on.
"Then you started to get hard again, and it got even better."
He was getting hard again right now.
"I wanted to just stay like that, feeling your wonderful big
dick in me, but I had to go to the bathroom."
"Gee," he said, "and I slept through it? Wish I'd woken up."
"Well," I said with a wink, "you can do it again tonight, and
I'll wake you before I have to get up next morning."
He was good and hard, now. I reached over and touched the
head.
"Does that mean you won't be taking the bus today?" he asked,
very quietly.
"Why? Do you want me to go?"
"No," he said, "Stay. You said you were planning to be down
here all week, so why not stay... and with me, right here?"
For answer I leaned over and kissed him. He barely got his
coffee cup out of the way.
"I take it that's a yes?" he said, when I released his mouth.
"You bet," I said. "And it looks like my breakfast 'sausage'
is ready to eat!"
I slid down between his legs and licked his cock from root to
tip, bringing a long groan from his throat. I continued to tease
his cock, concentrating on the underside just under the head,
where I had noticed he was very sensitive.
"So, tell me,... (ohhh!) what's... (ummm!) ...what's 'Kat'
short for?... (Ohhh!)" he panted between groans.
"Guess," I said, licking the head all over.
"(Ssss!)... Uh, Katherine?... (ohhh, baby!)"
I put the head in my mouth and said, "unh, unh," shaking my
head "no," making his cock slide as I did.
"(God! Ohhh... Mmmm)... Kathleen? ...(Oh, my God!)"
I had just swallowed the whole thing, and had to suppress a
gag as I pulled off, humming as I shook my head 'no' again."
"(Ohhh...) I can't think straight! ...(ohhh!)... I give up!"
I put my lips sideways over the underside of the head and
flicked my tongue on it. I pulled off just long enough to answer,
"Katrina," and resumed my tongueing. I felt him start to tense,
and I didn't want him to come, not yet, so I stopped what I was
doing and sucked one of his balls.
"(Ummm)... Geez, Katrina, you are an artist, do you know
that?"
"You didn't do so badly yourself, last night," I smiled up at
him.
"Well," he said, "bring that sweet pussy up here, and I'll do
some more!"
So I swung around into the old sixty-nine position, me on
top. He said, "Lower, honey, bring it down to me."
I lowered, and he started licking. God, he was good. He
nibbled my inner lips, licked them, then turned his attention to
my clit. He ran his tongue over it, then sucked it. Just as I
was getting really close, he went back to my inner lips. We
sixty-nined for about an hour, neither of us coming, but how
wonderful to keep and be kept just short of coming! I was the
one who broke down at last.
"Charlie, I can't stand it! Make me come, please, let me
come!"
"Ok, love, but don't make me come, alright?" he answered, and
accelerated his work, sucking my clit and sticking a finger in my
ass. It didn't take five seconds before I was over the edge.
"Chaaarrrrllliiieee!" I yelled, "Ohhhhhhh!"
My whole body seemed to spasm, and I was gone. I babbled as I
came, "Gahh. Cha... Charlieee! Oh, shit, Charlie, Oh, lick it.
Bahhh, Goddd!"
Charlie kept working me slowly, drawing out my orgasm. I came
for a very long time, it seemed. As I came I rubbed his cock over
my cheeks, my lips, my eyelids. At one point, I swear I bit his
balls, but I guess not too hard 'cause he never yelled or
complained.
When I finally stopped, I was wet with sweat all over, and
though they hadn't been touched, my nipples felt sore. I just
slumped, his stiff cock throbbing against my cheek.
"Wow," I heard him say. "I don't have to ask if that was
good. I almost shot my load just watching you go off. Kat, you
are something else."
"Well," I grinned, "who was it made me come like that?"
I grabbed his cock, "Speaking of which, I want to make you
come. I want you to shoot in my mouth so I can swallow it."
It had softened a little, and I fixed that by licking it.
"Geez, Kat," he exclaimed, "you don't mince words, do you?
I'd like that, too."
Then he laughed, "But it's barely nine in the morning. You'll
have me drained before noon, and then I won't be able to keep it
up tonight! A man can't keep coming like women can. He's gotta
have time to recharge, you know? Build up the stuff."
"Oh, sure, no sweat," I said. "I'll give you a half hour
before I attack you again."
He laughed again. "Let's see. Say a half hour to play, a half
hour to rest, time off for food... you expect me to come about
fourteen times before bed, then be hard enough to keep it in your
behind all night. Do you think I'm superman?"
It was my turn to laugh. "Oh, I see what you mean. OK, I'll
just play with it until lunch time, and only make you come for my
lunch." I grabbed his cock and started licking.
In spite of his initial protests, I kept teasing his cock,
and made sure that he was beyond any real complaint, for I was
enjoying every bit of his pleasure, every twitch of his cock.
As I licked him, I suddenly had a horrible thought. Suppose
Bob had called my parents! He might have, telling them I had gone
off on my own. They would be furious and worried, and Dad might
even call the cops!
"Charlie," I said, between licks, "I think I should call
home. Can I use your phone?"
Charlie groaned and said, "Yes, please do. I need a rest."
He sat up and leaned his back against the bunched-up pillows.
I laughed. "Oh, no, Charlie. I'm going to sit on your lovely
cock while I call."
His eyes nearly bugged out, but I smeared his dick with the
Vaseline from the jar still on the night table, and sat right
down on it, burying it in my ass. Charlie leaned back, moaning
softly. I turned around to face his feet, his cock twisting in
my ass. I picked up the phone and dialled home.
My mother answered. "Hi, mom," I said, wiggling my ass on his
cock.
"Katrina, are you all right?"
"Oh, yes, I'm fine, Mom." Little did she know just how fine,
I thought.
"Bob called this morning and said you had disappeared."
"Mom, I don't want to speak to or about him anymore. We had a
fight and he called me terrible names and things."
There was a silence for a moment, then Mom said, "My poor
baby, are you coming home? Shall father come get you?"
"No, mom. I'm fine. I was going to come home on the bus, but
decided not to spoil my vacation over him."
"I understand, dear. Sometimes men are such beasts! But where
are you staying? Are you safe there?"
I squeezed Charlie's cock with my ass and grinned. His hands
came up my sides and around to my tits and squeezed them, gently.
"I'm in a very nice place, just a block from the beach, and
everything is OK."
"Are you sure? Is the place clean? Can you trust the people
there? Do you have enough money?"
"Oh, yes, mom." I grinned and bounced on Charlie's cock a
bit. "It's all very nice, and I'm going to have a wonderful
vacation. Don't worry. I'll save enough money to come home on
the bus."
Again a moment of silence. I could imagine her mulling over
everything, and wanting to tell me to come home. But at last she
said, "All right, dear. Your father and I trust you know what
you're doing. But don't forget, if you need anything..."
I felt so smug and wicked, talking to my Mom while sitting on
Charlie's lovely cock, I almost giggled.
"I've got everything I need, Mom," I said, thinking that
"everything I needed" was right up my ass where I wanted it!
"Tell Dad everything is OK. I'll call again. Goodbye, Mom."
"Goodbye, Katya. Take care."
I hung up the phone, grinning. "Thanks for the use of the
phone," I said, moving up and down just a little.
"Ung," he said.
I leaned forward and moved my legs back until I was sort-of
kneeling, then grabbed his legs behind his knees. Slowly I moved
on him. I remembered how slowly he had stroked in me the night
before, and how exquisite the feeling had been, so I did the
same. I found that for me, the best was to stroke long, slow and
deep a couple of times, then sit way down on him, squeeze him
hard and sort of bounce a little, feeling the whole length of his
cock in me, stay like that about five seconds, then start over.
I turned my head to look at Charlie. He lay there, his eyes
roaming over me, from my face down my back to "where the action
was", his hands stroking my back and ass cheeks. He was
whispering that I was beautiful.
It felt so good, I wanted to keep it up like that all
morning, I didn't need to come, just keep up this delicious
feeling of sitting on Charlie's cock and making it slide in and
out of me like that. But after a while, my legs got tired of
kneeling like that, so I leaned back and straightened my legs
out, still sitting on Charlie's cock, with his legs between mine.
I leaned back against him, arching my back to keep him deep, and
he wrapped his arms around me, cupping my breasts in his hands. I
rocked from side to side, and as I lifted each cheek, I pulled it
up and aside, so as to get every last bit of him into me.
Charlie nibbled at my neck and shoulders, and his right hand
slowly ran down my belly and down to my crotch, where he played
with my damp, curly thatch. Then he slid one finger down and very
gently stroked over my clit. It was like an electric spark jumped
right into me, and my whole insides tensed up, squeezing his
cock. It felt like my anal muscles were trying to milk his dick,
and, to judge from the way he moaned, we both loved it. So,
after a short pause, he did it again. And again.
He squeezed my tits and rubbed my clit, and, well, before
long, I came again, and I twitched and bounced and spasmed on his
dick in my ass as his breath rasped in my ear, and then I felt
him coming, too, way up inside me. I could feel his cock jumping
around in me as he shot load after load. He flooded my colon
again with his come.
I kept sitting on his cock as it got soft, but despite my
efforts to keep it in, it eventually fell out.
Charlie kissed me and said, "Look, it's a beautiful day out.
Why don't we go to the beach and get some tan? It'd look silly
if you spent a week at the shore and went home looking like the
fog!"
I laughed and agreed, and said, "But then there's later..."
--- to be continued ---
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