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Subject: My Confession (part 13)
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                   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 at 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 
lingeree 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 payed, 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 ass hole, 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)
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