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Subject: {ASSM} Story: Caitlin (M/F, oral, anal, spank etc.)
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Hi. This is the first story I've posted here. This one is basically
true, with a few minor details changed to protect the guilty. I hope
someone out there enjoys it!

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Caitlin

By I, Voyager

In the late nineteen-eighties I lived in Brussels, Belgium for two
years, working as an IT Consultant for the European Commission. I shared
a two bedroom apartment with a colleague, Kevin, who was a couple of
years younger than me and considered himself a bit of a ladies' man.

Kevin was tall, good looking and confident. I would certainly admit that
women tended to be attracted to him, but there were certain aspects to
Kevin's views on sex that the women in his life were perhaps a little
disappointed to discover.

Kevin was not, by any stretch of the imagination, an inventive or
liberated lover. I remember him telling me once that he thought any man
who actually enjoyed giving a woman oral sex needed to breathe through
his ears and have a liking for anchovies. He also stated that he avoided
that sort of thing if at all possible, though he did enjoy being given a
blow job himself. I stored this and other similar information away,
feeling that at some point it may prove useful. You may already be
suspecting that I am a sneaky and untrustworthy person.

Here we come to Caitlin. When I met her she was twenty-two, half Irish
and all woman. She attended university in north London. She was not
classically beautiful, but very attractive and sexy. She stood about
5'3" with red hair and a pale, freckled complexion, looking a little
like Carol Decker from the band T'Pau for those of you who can remember
her. She was slim but soft, with small breasts and a nice, shapely
bottom. Though she wasn't curvy and her waist had little definition I
liked her figure. I also liked her soft white thighs, shapely legs and
tiny feet.

You may by now be coming to the conclusion that I liked, even perhaps
desired, Caitlin. You would be correct. I also liked her intelligence,
her smile, her voice and her kindness and friendliness. I didn't like
the fact that she was having a relationship with Kevin, one of the three
women he was attempting to multi-task between at that particular time.

She was the younger sister of a friend of his, and she had become
besotted with him. He flew back to England some weekends to be with her
and sometimes gave her the money to fly over and stay over in the
apartment with him.

I didn't really like being in the apartment when the two of them were
together, partly perhaps due to my jealousy but in the main, frankly,
because they used to spend all their time fucking very noisily and I
felt a little left out.

During the summer break she came to stay a little longer than usual,
about ten days in all. I was having a rather insipid affair with an
overly serious German girl at the time and went to stay with her for a
few days, leaving Kevin and Caitlin to their own devices. Kevin was a
little disappointed to see me go, telling me that Caitlin was much more
responsive when I was around, apparently turned on by the fact that I
could hear their lovemaking through the walls of the apartment. I
wondered for a moment whether I should point out that in my opinion the
whole of the apartment block and a considerable part of southern
Brussels could hear their lovemaking, but decided against it. Her
reaction also seemed, however, to be another interesting piece of
information to store away, although I wasn't sure why. She had always
seemed friendly towards me, but I never noticed anything to suggest any
sexual attraction towards me on her part.

On Saturday afternoon Inge, my German girlfriend, had a call from her
mother in Duesseldorf. There was a family crisis of some sort and she
needed to go home to Germany for three or four days. I therefore
returned to the apartment after an evening of excessive drinking to once
again attempt to sleep through the creaking of the bed, moans, wails and
howls coming from the next room.

On Sunday I was at a loose end so decided to go into the office and
clear up some system problems while no one else needed access to the
system. Kevin had found out that he needed to go to the European
Parliament in Strasbourg for a couple of days. I strongly suspect that
he had another romantic interest in Strasbourg, as he talked Caitlin out
of going with him. He called on the phone to tell me he was flying early
Monday morning, asking if I could look after Caitlin while he was away.
"Of course", I casually replied.

When I got back to the apartment I told Caitlin I'd take Monday as a day
off work and show her around Brussels. She hadn't seen much of Brussels
because, as I've already pointed out, they spent all their time fucking.

I didn't sleep much Sunday night. The frantic sounds of horizontal
dancing from the room next door formed part of the reason but there was
something else I couldn't put my finger on, some nervous tension or
expectancy of the day to come. There was also something else. Although
they made love much of the night I could sense that Caitlin wasn't
completely happy. I heard her say "Please, Kevin!" on a number of
occasions followed by a short whispered disagreement. There were things
she needed that he seemed unwilling to give.

I heard Kevin get up very early the next morning, shower, dress and
leave for the airport. I got up about 8:30am, slipped on a toweling robe
and headed for the kitchen to put the coffee on. I knocked on Caitlin's
door, asking if she'd like a coffee. "Yes, please!" she replied. She
hadn't come to the kitchen by the time the coffee was made so I returned
to her room, knocked, entered and took the coffee to her. She was under
the covers, but made no particular attempt to completely cover herself
as I admired her soft white shoulders, neck and one almost totally
exposed breast. "I'm really, really tired!" she said.

"I guess you guys were quite busy last night!" I said with a smile,
There were clothes thrown around the room and the smell of sex hung in
the air. She smiled back, blushing a little, and stunned me by telling
me that she had a really sore pussy!

This was a defining moment, and I acted on instinct. I gently laughed
and told her I could always kiss it better for her. I said it in a way
that would enable me to later claim I was joking, hence avoiding a
physical confrontation with a physically larger co-tenant if necessary,
but with enough there for her to respond to me if she wanted to. I knew
straight away that she was excited by the thought and could see that she
wasn't sure what to say or do. I seized the moment. I sat beside her on
the bed and gently kissed her lips, running my fingers through her curly
red hair and stroking her soft neck and tiny shell like ears. She
responded gently but passionately, kissing me back with one hand on my
neck and the other on my thigh. The dye was cast.

I slipped off my robe and climbed into bed with her, my penis
immediately erect and rubbing against her soft white thigh. I continued
to kiss her tenderly while I stroked her beautiful little bottom,
pulling her closer into me till I could feel the fur that covered her
pussy gently rubbing against me. I started to use my tongue, breath and
lips on her face, neck and ears. This was something she obviously liked
as she sighed softly, twisting and rubbing herself against me. I wanted
the moment to last forever.

I worked my tongue down her neck to her chest, moving sideways to lick
her smooth white armpits and soft white arms, all the time stroking and
massaging her soft belly, hips and thighs but staying well away from her
pussy. I could taste the salt in her sweat and it made me even more
aroused. Her sighs had turned to moans by the time I reached her
breasts. I knew somehow that there would at some point be a different,
rougher type of sex with Cait, but not right now, not yet.

Caitlin came as soon as my tongue touched her left nipple. Her orgasm
was beautiful, her head thrown back and her lovely thighs holding me as
I gently kissed and licked her breasts and stroked the middle of her
back. Her emotion traveled to me as I saw a tear running down her cheek.
At last I understood what really excited me about Caitlin, what made her
different from Inge and the Teutonic efficiency of her lovemaking.  I
also knew deep within me why Kevin and his superficiality would never
make her happy. I loved women, every single inch of them, their
differences and idiosyncrasies. He just liked to get his rocks off. She
and I were deep, complex and emotional people. I didn't know then what
form our future relationship would take, but I knew we'd always be friends.

I continued to use my mouth on her breasts. They were small and firm
with the most beautiful pale pink nipples. I sucked, licked, stroked and
gently nibbled each in turn. Cait was trying to reach my penis, anxious
to return the pleasure I was giving her, but it was physically
impossible with me being taller than her and my head having worked all
the way down to her chest. I reassured her, telling her I knew that she
would make me happy, that I loved what I was doing to her too and that
there was plenty of time. As a compromise I let her rub my erect penis
with her soft white calf, and the intensity of my arousal was such that
it took all the control I had not to come.

My mouth moved to her soft white belly, and I licked her perfect little
belly button. I could feel her tummy tighten with anticipation as she
expected me to move to her pussy, but I was going to make her wait just
a little longer.

I threw the duvet to the floor leaving us both free and naked on the
bed. I moved to the bottom of the bed, taking her left foot and
beginning to suck her perfect toes. She began to writhe again, lost in
passion, gasping, moaning, sighing and mewling her pleasure. After
paying attention to both feet I kissed and licked her shins and calves
and her pretty little knees before my face and mouth reached thigh
level. I had noticed a number of things at this stage, some erotic and
some almost ridiculous. Let's take the almost ridiculous first. Her
pussy, though very sexy, was in a hell of a mess. It was covered with
her juices and Kevin's spunk and had a strong odour. Her red pussy hair
was tangled and matted. I had never been down on a woman before after
she'd had all night sex with another man, but I remembered that a
promise is a promise and there has to be a first time for everything.
Certainly I was going to indulge in what ancient Greeks or Romans may
have described as a hero's breakfast!

So what about the erotic? I noticed her vulnerability and fragility. The
rough sex of the night before had left vivid purple bruises and finger
marks all over her beautiful thighs and buttocks. I wouldn't treat you
like that unless you wanted me to, I thought to myself. Cait's pussy was
open and wet, but was obviously sore, with chafes and discolouration on
both pussy lips. Her clitoris was small but beautifully formed, aroused
and peeking out from its little hood and the surrounding mass of tangled
red hair. I had also noticed the sensitivity of her inner thighs, and I
wondered if I could make her come again without touching her wet sex.

Lying down beside her, I kissed her lips and put one hand on the inside
of her thigh. I began to stroke and massage her inner thigh and thigh
muscle from her knee to her groin, taking care not to touch her pussy,
regularly alternating thighs. She lay on her back, spreading herself to
give me better access, starting to thrust her pelvis and writhe as my
actions had the desired effect. Within seconds she was totally out of
control, screaming and moaning and calling me a bastard. She had one of
the most intense orgasms I've ever seen.

We lay for a while, just touching and stroking each other, her hand
gently masturbating my penis as we gazed into each other's eyes. She
told me that no one had ever made her come like that before, twice,
without even touching her pussy. I felt proud and happy. Then she asked
me something that I found strange and unexpected.

"Will you promise not to put me on a pedestal?" she asked. "Will you
also accept me as I am, my contradictions and my dark side?"

I never hesitated. I promised. "I think it's time you kissed my pussy
now!" she said.

I moved my face between her legs, kissing her thighs and belly again
before running my tongue along the lips of her pussy, feeling her
respond to me. I was gentle, aware of the bruised and battered condition
of her sex, gauging her sensitivity as I went. I lifted her bottom,
running my tongue around her sexy little arsehole then all the way back
to her clit. Her clit was very sensitive and I had to be careful not to
make the sensations too intense for her. We built together, my tongue
working faster and with more pressure as she pulled my face into her.
She was like a wild woman. The taste was strong but I didn't mind. My
tongue licked and probed, forming itself into a surrogate penis to enter
her beautiful cunt. Every few seconds I'd lash her clit with my tongue,
quickly and unexpectedly, pushing her further toward the edge. I sucked
her pussy into my mouth, gently using my teeth, and then centred in on
her clit as I took her to completion. I licked, tongue lashed and ran my
teeth on her most sensitive spot. She had a huge orgasm, thrusting her
crotch into my face so hard that she nearly broke my nose, writhing,
babbling, shouting and groaning as she came. I wondered how long it
would be before Kevin and I were evicted from the apartment due to
complaints from neighbours.

Afterwards we lay together again and kissed gently. She saw the state I
was in, smiled and moved to put me out of my misery. She knelt over me
in a sixty-nine position, her lovely bottom right in front of my face as
she took my penis into her mouth. Cait gave me the best oral sex I've
ever had. She seemed to instinctively know where to lick, how to suck
and the correct pace and pressure to use. She used one hand to hold my
penis and the other fondled my testicles. I kissed her beautiful bottom,
taking the opportunity to use my tongue on her arse again as I felt
myself moving toward orgasm. As Caitlin felt me getting to the point of
coming she licked her index finger to wet it before thrusting it into my
arsehole tipping me over the edge. I had an intense orgasm, bucking and
writhing and burying my face between her legs as I came in her mouth.

Though a number of women had given me oral sex, Cait was only the second
to let me come in her mouth. What happened next, though, was a first.
She lay next to me and gave me a deep French kiss with her mouth still
full of my sperm, using her tongue to share the sperm with me. I wasn't
sure I liked it but given the way everything else was going I didn't
complain.

We lay in each other's arms for a while, then she whispered in my ear.
"My pussy is still very sore, but you can make love to my bum if you like".

With typical British understatement I told her I'd like that. Now came
the surprise. "Actually, if you like you can tie me face down on the bed
with four silk scarves, lick, spank and then rape my arse!" she said.

All in all I thought this a very good idea. I tried very hard to appear
totally unfazed and appeared to succeed, as when I pointed out that I
didn't have four silk scarves she told me she had some in her bag. Very
convenient, I thought.

She found the scarves and I proceeded to tie her face down on the bed,
spread-eagled with a pillow under her tummy, as she gave me further
instructions. "Do it hard, please don't hold back." Okay, I agreed.
"Don't stop whatever I say." Again I agreed. "If you want to shut me up
just stuff my panties in my mouth. I looked on the floor for yesterday's
panties. Who was I to disappoint her?

I started by giving her a massage but soon felt that this wasn't what
she wanted. She had a scenario in mind, and I needed to do it the way
she wanted. It was the least I could do when she'd made me feel so good.

I began her scenario by licking her arsehole, my prick hardening again
as I felt and smelt her arousal. "Please, no!" she said, "please don't
do that, it's dirty!" I continued licking and sucking her pussy and
arsehole, incredibly turned on by her protests.

Next I knelt beside her and started to gently spank her lovely white
bum, watching the red handprints appear on each cheek. "Please don't
spank me! Please! I haven't done anything wrong!" I spanked her harder,
and as her bottom raised from the bed as she moaned, groaned and
writhed, my trailing fingers caught her exposed cunt lips a couple of
times. At first I was worried about further damaging her battered pussy,
but hearing her yelling, "No, please don't spank my pussy! Anything but
that!" put me back on track. Never let it be said that I can't take a hint.

I spanked her arse and pussy with a passion, my penis close to bursting.
I was surprised by my own cruelty, my satisfaction with her discomfort
even knowing how easily she bruised. She was somewhere between hell and
ecstasy, twisting, moaning and yelling as my hand fell across her
reddened buttocks and hot wet cunt. I was there with her.

I wasn't sure how much more she wanted to be spanked, but I couldn't
wait any longer. I moved my face back down to her red hot arse cheeks
and put my tongue into her tight little arsehole, wetting and preparing
it. I then used my fingers to spread the wetness of her cunt to her
arse, taking the opportunity to finger her pussy in passing.

I got behind her and eased the head of my penis against her bum hole. I
pushed, feeling her give way just a little, when she went wild! "Oh no!
Please, please, don't put it in my bum daddy! Please! Not that! Please
daddy!" I was horrified and aroused in equal measure, but beyond
controlling myself. I didn't understand this completely, and wasn't sure
I wanted to, but I knew she had a real need and I wanted to help her. I
fought her down, forcing my prick into her tight little arse, ignoring
her protests and screams. She was still calling me daddy and begging me
to stop, but I was beyond stopping now. I slammed into her time and time
again, the heat and tightness of her arse pushing me ever nearer to
release.

She started screaming even louder. God, what if someone called the
police? "Shut up you little bitch!" I screamed, now totally in
character. I grabbed the soiled black panties and stuffed them in her
mouth, almost choking her. I was concerned that I may come before her,
so I reached under to feel her cunt, touching her clit. Her orgasm came
from nowhere, exploding suddenly and violently, almost crushing my penis
as her arse tightened. I started fucking her with frenzy, pulling my
penis out of her arse and into her cunt, fucking her there and then
switching back again. I had never been so out of control, and when I
came in her hot tight arse I actually passed out for a few seconds with
the intensity.

She was sobbing when I removed her gag, untied her and I held her to me
gently. "I'm sorry", she said, "have I spoilt it?"

I reassured her gently, not understanding her fully but understanding
her need for these two very different types of sex. She needed two
lovers; it would help if it were the same man. I wanted it to be me.
"Your father?" I asked and she nodded, unable to say anymore. Perhaps
later we could talk about it, but not now.

We lay together for a while, and when she seemed to be okay again I
suggested that we should get cleaned up. I took her in the shower and we
gently cleaned each other. I ran the water from the shower handset
between her legs as I gently French kissed her, feeling her respond
again. She was amazing. I gently soaped her all over, washing her feet,
her bottom, and her back. I wanted to know every part of her. I
shampooed the hair both on her head and on her pussy. She reciprocated,
gently washing my penis. She told me she wanted to do something special
for me.

We turned off the shower, toweled dry and went into the lounge. She laid
me down on my back in front of the fire and gently sucked my penis into
full erection.

She moved forward and sat herself on my penis. I moved forward to take
hold of her but she took my hands away, telling me to relax and leave
everything to her. She started moving on me, some of the movement came
from her legs, hips and body but most came just from her ability to milk
my cock with her vagina. She was awesome. I'd only ever known one other
woman who could do this, and she was a thirty-five year old divorcee who
seduced me when I was eighteen, but that's another story. I watched
Cait's pretty face and lovely body move over me as I lay perfectly still
in total ecstasy. When I eventually came I felt as though the whole of
my being had left my body through my penis and entered her. I truly felt
we were one.

We lay together for a while in front of the fire. I told her I was sorry
about her missing the sight seeing but maybe we could get another shower
and go to the Grand Place and take a look around and get something to
eat.  Caitlin was as ever practical. "Fuck the sight seeing", she said,
"lets go back to bed!"

You may wonder what happened afterwards. Cait left Kevin a note telling
him it was over, citing several suspicions of other women and flew back
to England before Kevin returned from Strasbourg. Kevin called her and
then asked me a few pointed questions but seemed satisfied that I was
not a contributory factor. He had in any case met a cute hairdresser at
the airport who must, I suppose, have liked bad sex.

I had dreaded telling Inge that it was over between us, mainly because
I'm a horrible coward as far as ending relationships is concerned, but I
think she knew in her heart that we were running out of road anyway. The
family crisis I mentioned earlier meant she had to return to Duesseldorf
to live so we just wished each other goodbye and parted without any bad
feelings.

The week after the events mentioned above I dropped in to see Kevin in
his office at four o'clock on the Friday afternoon, just to let him know
I was going to England for a long weekend. "Anything special?" he asked.
I assured him I just wanted to catch a football match and see a few old
friends. I was, of course, heading for a weekend with Caitlin.

Caitlin and I never did live together, I can't explain why, but perhaps
we became too close to each other to share the same roof. We remained
more like a brother and sister, apart from the sex of which we never
tired whoever else happened to be in our lives at the time.

Five years after the above events I met her in Oxford Street, London,
bought her dinner and drove her home to a waiting boyfriend. She
insisted on removing my penis from my trousers and giving me head whilst
I drove through an extremely busy and well-lighted St. Johns Wood. She
married and moved to New Zealand about two years ago. In the words of
the immortal Waterboys, "I send her my love, with a bang on the ear!"

Perhaps I can best sum up Cait and my fascination for her from
recounting two incidents during the weekend I mentioned two paragraphs
above. I was walking with her in Regents Park, London when she asked if
I minded about the father thing. I told her of course not, cuddled and
kissed her. She told me she had a sister who was twenty-four who would
very much like to meet me. I raised an eyebrow quizzically, a bit like
Spock from Startrek or Roger Moore as James Bond. She smiled and said "I
don't mind sharing you, I'd be greedy not to. Besides, I love my sister
and you'll love her too!"

That evening we lay on the couch in front of the fire end to end. I was
sucking her toes. "You're giving me an itch between my toes!" she said.
I asked her which ones, meaning to rub or scratch it for her. "The two
big ones!" she replied.

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