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My Confession (family, inc)
by Katrina (c) 1994
     

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    I'm not ashamed of it any more. 
    They say, "confession is good for you," so I'm going to 
confess to you all.  But I'm going to change 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 love it in my ass.  I could just screw for hours, a big, 
hard cock in my ass.  And now that I have Michael, I can have it 
all the time. 
    The first time I had it that way was many years ago, when I 
was just fourteen.   My parents had rented a summer cottage on 
Cape Cod for two weeks, along with  Aunt Millie and Uncle George, 
and my cousins, Dave and Sue. 
    Sue was fifteen, and Dave was two years older.  I was 
"advanced" for my age, physically, and people thought I was older 
than Sue, but my parents had sheltered me and I was really pretty 
stupid about sex. Sue wasn't. 
    Sue and I would stay up late and talk in our shared bedroom, 
and of course, the talk was mostly about boys, and about sex. 
Mostly, Sue would be talking and I'd be giggling about one of the 
boys in another cabin, Marty.  Sue said she saw the head of his 
"thing" hanging out the bottom of his bathing suit.  
    She said, "Wow! I'd like to get a hold of his big thing and 
give him a hand-job.  Maybe even blow him.  D'ja ever blow a 
guy?" 
    "No," I answered, "Tho' I gave Tommy Jensen a hand-job after 
the spring dance." 
    "Yeah? Did he squirt all over?" 
    "Yeah.  And then he wanted to screw me.  I told him 'no.'" 
    Sue laughed. 
    "I'm gonna be a virgin when I get married," I said. 
    "Shit," she responded. "Nobody cares about virginity anymore 
except maybe nerds and priests.  Your momma has you livin' in 
your grandma's time." 
    "Well, I don't care.  That's how it is." 
    "Don't you wanna get laid?" 
    "Sure, Sue.  Sometimes I think about it and I get all wet and 
horny." 
    "Ever have somebody eat you out?" 
    "No.  I think about that, too." 
    "Not even this Tommy creep?" 
    "No.  He... rubbed me off, while I was jacking him." 
    Sue shook her head and stared at the ceiling. "You wanna get 
laid, but stay a virgin.  God!" 
    --------  
    
    A few days later, Sue arranged a picnic for the four of us, 
me, Sue, Dave and Marty.  She got Dad to let us use the outboard 
dingy, he said it was OK if Dave was along. She lent me one of 
her bikini swim suits.  My mother would never let me have a two-
piece, so I put an oversize shirt on over it so she wouldn't 
notice.  
    Sue and I made sandwiches and got some potato chips, and 
Marty and Dave got a hold of some beer, which we hid under the 
ice and coke in the cooler.  We packed beach towels and suntan 
lotion, and I took some baby oil, which works better that suntan 
oil for me. 
    So, off we were, Dave and Marty in the back running the 
outboard, Sue and I in front being lookouts.  The channel from 
our dock wound through a tidal marsh, and its really shallow 
except in the channel, so Sue was kneeling, pointing out the 
channel, while I was hanging over the bow, my tail in the air, 
looking for subsurface rocks.  
    At one point, we almost hit one, and I looked back as I 
hollered, "hard a-port" and saw Dave staring at my bottom. 
    We got out of the channel and into the bay, and I took off 
the shirt.  I was already bigger on top than Sue, and my tits 
bulged over the skimpy bikini top. Dave grinned. 
    Marty kicked up the throttle and we skimmed along across the 
bay to a little spit of land with a sandy beach at the end of the 
marsh. There we hauled the boat up the beach and unloaded. 
    Dave had Marty brought out the cooler while we girls set up 
the beach towels on the other side of a deadfall from the beach, 
in a little pocket of sand surrounded by salt grass. 
    We spread ourselves out on the beach towels, Marty passed the 
beers around, and we relaxed in the sun. 
    In an hour or so, we were all pretty blotto from the beer. I 
rolled over on my stomach, and put my head on my arms. I could 
see Sue and Marty by peering under my left armpit.  Sue was 
whispering in Marty's ear, and he was rubbing Sue's thigh. 
    Dave asked if I wanted him to put some oil on my back. 
    "Sure," I said. 
    He seemed to enjoy spreading the oil on my back. It felt good 
to me, too. Then, I felt him untie the bikini top. 
    "Hey," I said. 
    "No sense getting a line across your back," he explained. He 
rubbed the oil on the backs of my legs, too.  It felt so good, 
and I was kinda dreamy from the beer and the sun. I felt Dave's 
hands on my ass. I liked it. 
    "You got a great ass, Kat," he said. 
    I thought so, too, actually. I liked my tits and my small 
waist, but the best part of me, I think, was, and still is, my 
ass. It's nice and round, and sticks out kinda cute. 
    After I while, my back was roasting, so I turned over, 
holding the top against my tits.  Without a word, Dave was right 
there, spreading oil on my belly. 
    "You got nice boobs, too, Kathy," he said. "Let me see 'em." 
    Grinning, he grabbed at the top, and it was gone before I 
could object. 
    "Nice," he said, and started to spread oil on them. It felt 
so good, I didn't stop him.  After a while, he lay back on the 
towel, though he kept looking at me. He held up his bottle of 
suntan oil and said, "How about me?" 
    I sat up, took the oil and spread it on his back. His skin 
felt warm and good. 
    "My legs, too?" 
    "OK," I said, and as I applied the oil, I looked over at Sue. 
Marty was lying on his back, and Sue was sitting next to him with 
her top off, too. She had Marty's cock-head out from his suit and 
was playing with it. Marty looked over at me, saw my naked tits 
and grinned. His chest was puffing in and out with his heavy 
breathing. I grinned back at him. Somehow, watching him and Sue 
made me feel tingly. 
    As I was rubbing his legs, I looked at Dave's ass in his 
tight trunks. I hadn't noticed before how nice his ass looked, 
the tight muscled cheeks outlined under the suit. I wondered how 
they would look without the trunks. 
    "What's good for the goose," I said, "is good for the 
gander!" I reached up and grabbed the elastic of the trunks and 
yanked down, exposing Dave's ass cheeks. 
    "Ow! Hey!" he yelled. "Shit, if you want 'em off, just ask!" 
    He pulled them off completely, and I briefly saw he had a 
hard-on before he blushed and turned back on his stomach. 
    I smeared the oil over his ass cheeks. How good it felt!  
    When I stopped, Dave said, "Hey, Kat.  Get some more beer, 
willya?" 
    I got up and retrieved two more cans from the cooler, which 
we had parked in the shade of a nearby tree. When I got back, 
Dave was sitting up and Sue and Marty, with their towel, were 
gone. 
    "Where'd they go?" 
    "Just over there, see?" 
    I looked.  A few yards away, behind a clump of salt grass, I 
saw Sue's blond curls bobbing up and down. "I guess she's got  
what she wanted," I thought. 
    I sat down and we opened the beers. Dave reached out and 
played with my right tit, then grabbed my hand and put it on his 
dick. 
    Now, when I had given Tommy that hand-job, it had been dark, 
and I couldn't see much. Here, in the bright sun, it was more 
exciting.  I could see what effect I had on Dave and his dick. I 
took a long pull on the beer and set to work. I took his shaft in 
my hand and started to massage it like I had Tommy's. 
    "Hey, easy," Dave muttered. "Make it last a while." 
    I slowed down a little.  Maybe it was the beer, or knowing 
that Sue was blowing Marty just a few yards away, I dunno, but I 
really got into it. Dave lay back and I sat cross-legged right by 
his "works" and watched as my hands worked on his dick and balls. 
I was getting really wet, too! 
    I almost didn't notice the clicking sound. 
    "What was that?" 
    Dave was grinning and he had a Polaroid camera in his hand. 
He pulled out the tab and waited for the picture to develop. 
    Horrified, I dove for the picture. "Gimme that!" 
    He easily avoided my grab and said, "No way, Kat." 
    He let me see it, though. Me, with my bare tits hanging down, 
one hand wrapped around Dave's cock, his balls in the other, my 
face inches from his dick- head, looking like the cat that got 
the canary. 
    "Oh, shit!" I yelled. 
    He grinned, "Not bad, hunh?" 
    "What're you gonna do with that?" 
    "Well... maybe I'll tear it up... if you give me some head." 
    "You mean a blow job?" I had been considering it, actually, 
but I wasn't going to admit it. 
    "Yeah." 
    "And if I don't?" 
    "Well, I wonder what would happen if your mother found it." 
    "You son-of-a-bitch!" 
    "Aw, now, Kat. C'mon. I'll let you have the picture." 
    I grabbed for it. "But first..." he said, yanking it away. I 
took another slug of the beer.  
    From behind the clump of salt grass, I heard Marty groan in 
pleasure, and Sue giggling. I guess that convinced me. With the 
blood pounding in my ears, I reached for his cock, and slowly put 
my lips over the head. I was surprised, it felt and tasted good! 
    I got my mouth all the way over it and started to blow. I 
told you I was stupid! 
    "Hey, what're you doing?" 
    I looked up at him. 
    "You're not supposed to blow. You suck it and lick it. Don't 
you know anything?" 
    "I... never did this before," I admitted. "Why do they call 
it a 'blow job' if you don't blow?" 
    "I dunno. It's just called that." 
    Well, he told me what to do. He told me where to lick, how to 
suck my cheecks against the sides of it, how to play around with 
the crown. Again, I really got into it. I was licking and sucking 
away noisily, really enjoying it. 
    Then he said, "See how much you can get in your mouth. Try to 
swallow the head." 
    Well, at first I gagged and came up coughing, but on the 
third try, I got my nose all the way up to his crotch. I realized 
that I was loving it.  I felt a sense of power, with all of his 
manhood in my mouth. I pulled away and licked the length of it 
from root to tip, then sucked the head between my lips, and he 
groaned and the cock started to jump in my mouth.  I knew he was 
close to coming. I took the length of it in once more, then 
pumped it in and out of my mouth, and he shot his cream against 
my throat. I kept sucking till he stopped squirting, then sat 
back and washed his jism down with more beer. 
    "Keep me in your mouth till it gets soft," he commanded. 
"Never stop too soon." 
    I did as he told me, and he petted my hair and face while I 
held his softening dick with my lips. 
    I had almost (but not quite) forgotten the blackmail picture, 
when he handed it to me. I was surprised. 
    "Giving it up so easy?  I figured you'd hold out for more!" 
    He laughed, "Did you enjoy it?" 
    Truthfully, I said, "yes," and he pulled me over him, and 
kissed my face while his hands rubbed over my ass. "You're a fast 
learner, Kat. You'll be a really great little cocksucker with a 
couple more lessons." 
    I felt happy. Somehow I felt I should be insulted, but I 
wasn't. I was content to lie on top of Dave, basking in the sun, 
the beer, and what I had just done. I was enjoying his hands on 
my ass, too. Then I noticed that he had managed to pull my bikini 
bottoms down, and his cock, growing stiff again, was nuzzling my 
cunny! 
    I rolled off him fast. "No. You can't screw me." 
    "Aw, Kat, baby. It won't hurt. It'll be wonderful, you'll 
see." 
    "No. I'm gonna stay a virgin. But if you want, I'll blow you 
again, OK?" 
    He laughed. "Really like it, don't you?  OK, but first lemme 
see your pussy." 
    Well, my bottoms were already down around my thighs, so I 
just pulled them off and opened my legs so he could see.  The 
sparse brown curls of my thatch didn't hide much. 
    "Don't you dare try to stick it in," I said. 
    He just lay down on the beach towel with his head between my 
knees and looked. "Lie back," he said, "and get comfortable... 
and so I can see you better." 
    So I did, and drank more beer. He started to play with my 
pussy- lips. It felt good. The sun was really warm, now, and I 
closed my eyes and just let the good feelings roll. He ran his 
finger along my pussy- lips, down almost to my asshole, back up 
over my clit. Then, suddenly, I felt something wet rubbing on my 
lips, something that felt really good, and I snapped my eyes open 
and looked. He had his mouth on my cunny, and was licking me. 
    "Oh, that's good," I moaned. He licked and sucked my lips 
while I watched. I saw my clit poke out, and he sucked that, too.  
    It didn't take long before I came, good and hard. I guess I 
made a lot of noise, cause Sue and Marty came running back. They 
were both naked, too. When they saw what was going on, Sue 
started giggling, and Marty was staring, his dick at half mast 
and struggling to rise. 
    Sue sat down next to me and said, "He fuck you yet?"
    "I told you, I'm gonna stay a virgin."
    Sue laughed. "I'm hungry," she announced, and ran to retrieve 
the sandwiches from the cooler.
    "Bring more beer, too," Marty called after her.
    After all the beer, I really had to pee, so I went off behind 
a tree and squatted.  When I came back, I found Sue grinning and 
the three of them talking. 
    As we ate the sandwiches and drank more beer, Sue grabbed 
Marty's cock. He didn't seem to mind. I just lay on my stomach, 
munching the sandwich and drinking more beer and feeling really 
good.
    Then Dave said, "I gotta pee," and trotted off to the tree.
    Sue leaned toward me and said, "We figured out a way you can 
get laid and still be a virgin." 
    "Yeah," Marty said.
    "That's impossible," I protested.
    Sue grinned and said, "It is possible, I tell you."
    "How's it possible," I asked?
    She giggled again, "In the ass."
    "Yuch, no," I said, "That'd hurt!"
    "Nah, Marty said. Not if you are good and greased up."
    "How would you know," I blurted?
    Marty looked at Sue, and she yanked on his cock and said, "Go 
ahead, tell her."
    "Well," he said, "the first summer I went to boys' camp, the 
older kids grabbed me one night and did it to me. 'Initiation,' 
they called it. It didn't hurt at all, cause they used lots of 
grease." 
    As I thought about that, Dave came back.  
    "That's dirty. Besides, we don't have any grease," I said. 
    Sue and Marty moved fast. Sue grabbed my legs, Marty grabbed 
my arms, and they stretched me out on my belly.  
    "Hey! I yelled. Lemme go!"
    Dave got my bottle of baby oil out and started oiling the 
crack of my ass. I was kind'a scared, but still it felt good.
    "Stop it," I yelled, "stop this instant and let me go."
    "Nope," Sue said. "We won't hurt you. I know you wanna get 
fucked, and I mean to see that you get it." 
    Dave got his finger all oily and pushed it against my 
asshole, rubbing it. It felt nice, actually. He pushed harder and 
it went in. 
    I yelped, but it didn't hurt.
    He kept working his finger, and lots of oil, into my pucker. 
It felt nicer and nicer, and I got looser and looser. I stopped 
complaining. Then Dave pushed two fingers in. He worked a long 
time, putting more and more oil in, and making my asshole looser 
and looser. It really started to feel good. 
    Sue asked, "How is it, Kat?"
    "Umm," I said, "This is nice."
    Then Dave got up on his knees and splashed oil on his dick 
and got behind me. He lifted my hips up, and Sue levered my knees 
apart. Dave pushed his cock against my backside. At first it 
wouldn't go in, but then he stuck a finger in, and squirmed it 
around for a while, and followed it with his dick, and it 
slithered right in. 
    "Hey!" I yelled.
    Dave asked, "Hurt?" 
    "No... feels... funny."
    Dave pushed harder, and more went in. The more that he got in 
me, the better it felt. I pushed back, shoving my cheeks back 
against him. 
    "Wow," Sue said. "Lookit it go in."  She let go of my legs 
and grabbed my cheeks and spread them so Dave could get more in. 
Marty let go of my wrists, and watched. He started to stroke my 
tits, his big cock in his other hand. 
    Dave pushed some more, and I shoved back, and I felt his 
balls up against my pussy.
    "It's all the way in, Kat," Sue reported.
    Dave pushed me down onto the blanket, and he lay on top of 
me, his dick way up inside me. It felt so good, I didn't want him 
to leave, ever.
    "Oh, don't pull out, Dave," I begged.
    "Only to put it back in," he said, and he pulled back out, 
then slowly and smoothly, slithered way back up again. 
    Sue grabbed Marty and said, "You gotta do me in the ass! 
Right now!"
    I looked over, and Marty was already starting to oil up Sue's 
bottom. Sue's bottom is smaller than mine, but it's round and 
sticks out nice, too. Marty was hard as a rock.  He was pushing 
his finger up into her, working in the oil, when Dave pulled out 
and pushed back in again, and he started to pump. 
    "Oh, go slow, Dave. Don't get too.. excited. Make it last," I 
whispered, hoarsly. 
    Dave was pumping, now, running the length of his shaft in and 
out of me. At one point he slid out all the way, and he stuffed 
it back in.
    "Ohhh!" I said, "That's good."
    So, he did it again, slid all the way out, then eased it back 
in.
    I looked over and saw that Marty was lying on his back, and 
Sue was lowering her asshole onto his oil-slick dick, with an 
enraptured look on her face. I wanted to try that, too, but what 
Dave was doing just felt so good I didn't want him to stop. He 
was pumping my ass slowly and steadily, now, and this warm, 
tingly feeling was working its way from my asshole to my pussy. 
    Dave was muttering, "Oh, Kathy, oh, God," over and over.
    "Don't come, Dave," I yelled. "Go slow."
    Dave jammed his dick all the way in me and stopped. The warm 
feeling made it to my clit. Dave started to squirm around on my 
back, his dick worming around inside me. 
    That did it. I came. I howled, I guess, cause Dave put his 
hand over my mouth. I shook all over, especially my ass. I just 
flopped around underneath him like a fish on the dock. And every 
move I made worked his dick around inside me, and made me come 
harder, which made me wiggle more. It felt like it lasted hours! 
    I was coming back down to earth when I felt Dave's dick 
pulse, way up in my ass, and he moaned, too. 
    He lifted my hips up again, putting my ass way up in the air, 
my shoulders still on the beach towel. He started pumping in and 
out of my ass real fast and hard. That set me off again, and the 
two of us thrashed about for a while.  I think I passed out. 
    When next I knew anything, Dave was still lying on top of me, 
his soft dick still stuffed in my ass, and there were big bunches 
of the beach towel clumped up in my hands. 
    Sue was pumping her ass up and down on Marty's cock, he was 
groaning really loud, 'cause he was just starting to come. Sue 
sat all the way down on it and I saw her stomach muscles squeeze. 
Marty grunted like a stuck pig, and he made all kinds of faces as 
he came.
    I wiggled my ass a little, to feel dave's cock in it.
    "Jee-zus," Dave whispered in my ear, "when you come, baby, 
you really come!" 
    "That was... awsome," I said.
    Sue wasn't so enthusiastic. "Oh, it's OK," she said, "but I 
like it regular better.  But i noticed she was still sitting on 
Marty's dick.
    Sue and I spent the rest of the afternoon lying down, she on 
her back and me on my belly, while the boys stuffed us as often 
as they could get it up- with our willing help, of course. 
    Finally, the sun sank toward the horizon, and we took a swim 
to get cleaned off, put our swim suits back on, and went home. 
    Oh, I kept the polaroid. I managed to hide it well, and my 
mother never found it. I didn't find out until years later that 
Dave had taken another polaroid while I was blowing him. He kept 
it for years, too.
    I tail-fucked Dave twice more that summer, and Marty, too, 
once. Each time I did it, I came harder and better. It was 
wonderful. 
    I'll tell you about those times next.
-- 
         
    Last time, you remember, I told you that since "confession is 
good for you," I'm going to confess about how 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. 
    Last time, I confessed about the picnic where I first gave 
head, and got my cousin Dave's big cock in my ass, with help from 
his sister Sue and her boy-friend Marty. 
    The next day, my tail was a little sore, as you might 
imagine, but I didn't mind, and looked forward to getting it 
again! 
    The weather had turned rainy, squelching any idea of further 
picnics, so Sue set up for the four of us to go to a movie 
together. The village had this little rickety movie theatre, with 
a tiny balcony, only three rows deep. Sue figured there wouldn't 
be many other people in the place, especially not in the balcony, 
so we'd be able to spend the time "making out." The movie that 
was playing was a horror flick, with lots of dark night scenes, 
so the light level would be real low. 
    Sue even picked out what we should wear. We put on wide 
flared skirts, button- front blouses and no underwear at all. I 
could understand why she had said no underwear, but I hadn't the 
vaguest idea why the rest. 
    She phoned Marty and had a whispered conversation with him, 
and hung up grinning. 
    After dinner, Marty came over and we left for the movie, 
Marty and Sue sharing one big umbrella, and Dave and I under 
another. We walked slowly to the movie, for despite the rain, it 
was warm and pleasant. 
    We arrived, paid, and entered the theater. The boys bought 
big buckets of popcorn and soda, and up the stairs to the tiny 
balcony we went. We found four seats at the back, carefully out 
of view from the projection booth windows and far from the 
stairway. 
    We were just in time, for the lights dimmed as we sat down, 
the boys in the outside seats. As the "coming attractions" 
started, Sue whispered to me, "watch," and pulled Marty's fly 
open and took out his cock. 
    "Jeez," Dave whispered in my ear, "she's not wasting any 
time!"
    I giggled back, "Sue's trying for her own version of 'Cumming 
Attractions,' I think!" 
    I would have started on Dave right away too, but I was scared 
somebody might come up to the balcony, and it was fairly bright 
from the reflections off the screen. But soon the movie started.
Marty was already moaning, though the movie music was loud, and 
covered the sound. 
    As soon as they started the first night scene, I reached down 
to rub Dave's jeans front, and found he had gotten ready for me 
by opening his fly and letting his dick out. It was semi- soft, 
but I soon cured that. Actually, I found it exciting to feel it 
grow and harden in my hand. 
    Sue and I turned to each other and grinned, and we both dove 
for the boys' crotches. I had learned my cocksucking lesson well, 
I guess, 'cause Dave didn't give me any instructions at all, just 
sat back and enjoyed it.
    I enjoyed it, too. I made mental notes of what little oral 
games seemed to feel especially good to him, and made good use of 
them. I licked the head, then ran my tongue down the length of it 
down to where it stuck out of his jeans. I sucked it into my 
mouth and pumped it between my drawn-in cheeks. At one point I 
dragged my teeth lightly over the head of his cock, and he just 
went, "oohhhh." I put it up against his body and nibbled the 
whole underside of it, starting at the root and working up to the 
head. When I got to the crown, I tickled it with the tip of my 
tongue. 
    I looked at the little slitted hole in the tip and saw a big 
drop of "honey," so, using just the very tip of my tongue, I 
licked it away. It tasted good. I made the end of my tongue small 
and pointy and stuck it into the little hole. I couldn't get it 
in far, but Dave moaned anyway.
    Then, wetting the head thoroughly, I tried to swallow the 
whole cock. I had to try a couple of times before I could get it 
all, but I did, my nose and chin against his jeans.
    I pulled away and held just the head between my lips and 
sucked hard.
    Well, by the time the movie monsters were chasing the 
screaming heroine around, the boys were creaming. Marty moaned so 
loud, I was sure somebody would come to check. Good thing the 
movie was noisy!  
    Dave came so much I could hardly swallow it in time! After he 
got soft, I came up for air. Dave covered his dick by putting the 
popcorn pail in his lap, and we munched on handfuls of the 
popcorn while Dave's cock recovered.   
    I looked at the little slitted hole in the tip and saw a big 
drop of "honey," so, using just the very tip of my tongue, I 
licked it away. It tasted good. I made the end of my tongue small 
and pointy and stuck it into the little hole. I couldn't get it 
in far, but Dave moaned anyway.
    Then, wetting the head thoroughly, I tried to swallow the 
whole cock. I had to try a couple of times before I could get it 
all, but I did, my nose and chin against his jeans.
    I pulled away and held just the head between my lips and 
sucked hard.
    Well, by the time the movie monsters were chasing the 
screaming heroine around, the boys were creaming. Marty moaned so 
loud, I was sure somebody would come to check. Good thing the 
movie was noisy!  
    Dave came so much I could hardly swallow it in time! After he 
got soft, I came up for air. Dave covered his dick by putting the 
popcorn pail in his lap, and we munched on handfuls of the 
popcorn while Dave's cock recovered.   
    After a few minutes, Sue said, "Marty, did you get the 
stuff?" 
    "Yup."
    "Gimme."
    Marty reached in his pocket and got out a small white paper 
bag and handed it to Sue. She opened the bag and got out a small 
package and a tube of something. She handed me the tube and said, 
"Smear a bunch of this on Dave's cock, then lift your skirt and 
sit on it!  You can arrange your skirt so if anybody looks 
they'll just see a girl sitting in a boy's lap!"
    Now I understood Sue's strategy. Sue opened the package and 
took out a rubber, and rolled it onto Marty's already hardening 
cock, jacking it a little to help it up. Then, neat as you could 
ask, she got up and sat on his lap while raising the back of her 
skirt so that she got his dick right in her cunny.  She settled 
down neatly, and grinning, arranged her skirt over her legs. 
    I looked at the tube she had given me. It was K-Y jelly.  I 
grinned, and smeared Dave's cock with it. I ended by putting a 
big blob on the head. I told Dave, "Slouch down in year seat and 
hold up the back of my skirt," and moved over his lap, one leg on 
each side of his thighs. He did, and I held his cock, aiming it 
for my butt-hole, and sat down. 
    The jelly worked really well, and his dick-head slid right 
in.  Then Dave and I arranged my skirt to cover everything while 
I wiggled my butt around and down until I was sitting right on 
his lap, the whole of his cock 'way up in my butt.         
    I leaned back into Dave's arms, and he unbuttoned the middle 
button of my blouse and stuck his hand in and twiddled my nipple. 
    Oh, it felt good! All I had to do was wiggle a little once in 
a while, partly to feel his dick move around in my asshole, and 
partly to keep him hard. 
    I looked over at Sue and Marty. They looked so cute and 
innocent. She was sitting in his lap, feeding him popcorn from 
the bucket he'd put on the next seat, and once in a while she 
bounced a up and down a little. If I hadn't known what was going 
on under her skirt, and didn't have a big dick in my own ass, I'd 
never have guessed that Sue had his dick up in her cunny! 
    I found out that I liked just sitting there with a big dick 
in my ass, without him having to pump it or anything. At one 
point I sat still for so long that Dave's dick started to get 
soft. Well, I fixed that quick by squeezing my ass muscles and 
bouncing up and down. He got hard again fast! 
    Sue was pumping Marty slowly, just moving back and forth on 
his lap. Marty had his head back on the seat- back and was 
looking glassy eyed. Sue was watching the screen; I figured she 
was waiting for another noisy part. I was right. When next there 
was a lot of screaming, Sue started bouncing on Marty's lap like 
crazy. They must both have come then, cause their yells mixed 
with those of the movie, Marty grabbed Sue hard around the waist, 
and she was sort-of shivering.
    After a while she got off Marty's lap, and they kissed for a 
long time.
    Dave started squirming underneath me. He whispered in my ear, 
"Kat, please, baby, I gotta come, or I'll bust!" 
    I whispered back, "But it feels sooo good just feeling your 
big cock 'way up in me!" 
    I squeezed his dick with my ass muscles. 
    "Kat, oh, God, Kat, yes, it does, but... oh, shit, baby, oh, 
Kat, oh, God..."
    His hand, the one not under my blouse, went up under my skirt 
and started rubbing my wet lips and clit. So, I squeezed up my 
ass muscles again and bounced up and down on his lap as slowly as 
I could. That warm spot back there started to grow again, and 
started moving toward my clit. I started to moan. 
    Sue reached over and put her hand over my mouth and said, 
"Shhh!" as I came, and in a second or two, I felt Dave's cock 
pulsing in me, shooting his juice 'way up in my gut. His right 
hand was rubbing my clit, his left was squeezing my nipple. Oh, 
it was heavenly!  
    Soon, however, he got limp and fell out of me. I got off his 
lap and cleaned off his dick with a paper napkin. He put it away 
just as the movie ended and the lights came up.
    We would have stayed for another showing, but an usher came 
up and chased us out.  We went to a diner and had some ice cream 
sodas, and then started home.
    The rain had stopped, and it looked like next day might be 
nice. We decided to walk home along the beach road, a dark gravel 
lane, not the main street. Sue and Marty were walking ahead of 
us, and when we got away from the cluster of cabins near the 
village, I saw Sue take Marty's cock out again, so I pulled down 
Dave's fly and got his out, too, and played with it. Dave reached 
under my skirt and rubbed and squeezed my ass cheeks as we 
walked.                          
    We walked along slowly like that for a while, Dave behind and 
to the left of me, me holding his dick in my left hand, him 
playing with my cheeks with his right. Then, Dave slid his hand 
down the crack of my ass and rubbed a finger on my butt-hole, 
which was still lubricated with the jelly and his come. It felt 
nice, and I sort- of pushed my butt back. Then, he slowly slid 
his finger inside. Not as good as his cock in there, but it felt 
nice, and the motion of walking kept it interesting. 
    It was dark enough along the beach road that I could hardly 
make out the figures of Marty and Sue walking a few yards ahead 
of us, but it seemed to me that Marty was playing with Sue's 
tits. 
    We reached a place about halfway from the village to our 
place, and it was dark and quiet. On our right you could see the 
line of white where the beach sand was, and on our left was a 
stand of trees and a wooden rail fence. Marty and Sue walked off 
the road to the fence, and Sue leaned back on it. Dave took his 
finger out of me and led me to the fence also.  The grass at the 
roadside was wet from the rain, but I didn't mind.
    When I reached the fence, I leaned against it and put my left 
arm around Dave's neck and pulled his head down and kissed him. 
His tongue came sliding into my mouth, and I sucked it and licked 
it. I grabbed his cock with my other hand, and he slid his hands 
under my skirt, one caressing my ass cheeks while the other 
explored my pussy. We french- kissed and played with each other 
for a long time, and I got so hot I was trembling.
    I got the tube of K-Y out of my purse and smeared up his 
cock. He moaned and groaned while I did that. Then I turned 
around, lifted my skirt onto my back and bent forward over the 
fence rail.  
    "Fuck me, Dave," I murmured, "Fuck my ass."
    Dave wasn't the sort to refuse such a demand, so he stepped 
up behind me, took the tube from me, and greased the entrance. 
Then I felt his cock pushing at my hole. I relaxed, and bore down 
a little to open my pucker for him. He slid the head right in. 
Then, pumping slowly, he worked the rest in, inch by beautiful 
inch. Finally, I felt his jeans up against my cheeks and he 
whispered, "You've got it all, baby."
    "Just hold still a minute," I said.
    Dave stood quietly, his cock throbbing gently in me. 
    "Oh," I thought, "wouldn't it be just great to go to bed like 
this and have it in me all night?" 
    After a while, Dave started to pump again. He pulled almost 
all the way out, I felt my asshole slide down over the head, but 
then he shoved it back in- and in. He slid it so slowly, it made 
his dick seem that much longer. His hands spread my cheeks apart 
and he pushed up against me. I felt my butt-hole stretch as he 
got down to the root. He started to pull out again, and as he did 
I squeezed all my muscles tight, squeezed his dick inside me. He 
groaned. He finished his outstroke and pushed back in. I relaxed 
to let as much of him in as I could get.
    That warm, tingly feeling started again, somewhere deep in 
my guts, and grew toward my pussy. Dave stroked out again as I 
squeezed, then back in as I relaxed. When he was all the way in, 
I squeezed as hard as I could. Dave's cock throbbed, hard. That 
pushed me over the edge. I came hard and long.  I wanted to 
scream, but controlled myself, allowing only little whimpers to 
be heard as my body convulsed and shook. Each contraction of my 
orgasm squeezed Dave's big dick in me, and each time it jumped 
and throbbed. Dave was breathing really hard, now, and he started 
to pump, fucking me faster and faster. I didn't stop coming, the 
pumping just kept me going. 
    I couldn't hold back, I pumped my fanny back at him, matching 
his strokes, and trying to get his super-stiff prick way up into 
me on every "in."  Finally, just as I was beginning to come down, 
Dave moaned loud, thrust in me really hard, and I felt his dick 
jump as he shot. He shot about six or seven times, way up in me. 
Each time he shot, I squeezed. His hands grabbed my tits hanging 
over the rail, and squeezed them through my blouse.
    "Oh, God, oh, Kat, oh, your beautiful fucking ass, Kat, 
oh, God, I love your fucking ass..." Dave mumbled. 
    I was exhausted and damp with sweat, and leaned hard on the 
rail as Dave gave me a few more strokes before his dick softened. 
Finally, it got all limp, and he started to pull out.
    "Wait, Dave. Leave it in," I begged.
    He left it in. I reached back with my hand and felt around, 
feeling how the shaft disappeared into the stretched pucker of my 
asshole. I discovered that he had let his jeans down onto his 
thighs, and I felt his balls. I cupped them in my hand and toyed 
with them, stroked them and the root of his dick. I felt it 
stirring inside me and smiled. Sure enough, with a few minutes 
of attention to his balls, his dick started to grow again, but 
this time inside me! Oh, how good that felt. 
    I gave him a couple of little squeezes with my muscles, and 
soon he was hard enough to pump me again.  No slow stuff, now, 
though, Dave was panting and puffing like an old steam engine as 
he grabbed my hips and pumped away as I churned his balls against 
my pussy with my hand. The friction made my whole rectum burning 
hot as he stroked away, and I was about to ask him to stop or 
slow down when, with one long in-stroke, he started to shoot in 
me. I squeezed, hoping I'd come, too, but I didn't. Dave noticed, 
and he rubbed my clit. Before he got completely soft, I had a 
little orgasm.
    I guess he had pumped some air into me with his violent 
fucking, 'cause when he pulled out, I farted.  We both laughed.
    We used some kleenex to wipe the jelly off, and leaned 
against the fence, kissing and whispering for a while. Finally, 
we all got back on the road and headed home. 
    Later, as we got into our beds, Sue told me that she and 
Marty had taken turns sitting on the fence and getting eaten 
until they had both come twice. 
    I fell asleep thinking about Dave's big cock in my ass, and 
how I wished it was still in there.
-- 

    In the last two 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.  
    My cousin Dave's big dick had filled my previously virgin
butt-hole five times in two days, so the day after we went to the
movie, my rear entrance was really sore, as you might imagine. 
I was sorry mostly because I didn't think I could take another 
fucking back there that day.  
    Well, as it turned out, we couldn't have anyway.  The adults 
had plans which included us, and we were never alone long enough 
to try it. But, we did get to do something interesting, though.  
    When we got back from the trip, my parents, aunt and uncle 
retired to the sitting room with drinks, and we "kids" were 
excused, so we went out on the porch and sat on the chaise. We 
were afraid to really try anything much with our parents just 
inside, but Sue took the opportunity to motor- mouth at Dave and 
me. Sue kidded me mercilessly about how I had become insatiable. 
I responded in kind, since Sue didn't seem at all happy without 
Marty's cock in her hand- or in her cunny.  
    At first, Dave just sat there, grinning at our banter, but
then after a while, he dug his dick out from his bermuda shorts.
I noticed it was half-hard already.  
    Sue giggled and said, "brother's gettin' a hard- on." 
    "Mmm," I said, reaching for it, "lemme have that." 
    Dave looked at Sue and said, "too bad Marty's not here, hunh?
Bet you'd like to play with his cock, hunh?" 
    Sue stopped giggling and looked bored.  
    I started slowly jacking Dave off while looking over my
shoulder at the door into the house, worried that someone might
come out, when I felt another hand joining mine. I looked, and it
was Sue's.  
    "Yeah," she said impishly, "but maybe yours will do. I bet
Kat and I can do a real good job on you." 
    "Leggo of that, Sue," I said indignantly. "That's mine, and
besides, he's your brother." 
    "So what?" she retorted, "It's not like I was screwing him,
you know. Jealous? Want it all for yourself, you hog?" 
    "Now, girls," Dave chided, "stop fighting over my cock," He
laughed, "there's enough for both of you." 
    I said, "Braggart," and we all giggled.  
    The whole time, Sue and I were both handling his dick. It
felt strange and exciting, too, to be "sharing" this way.  Then
Dave grinned, and in a sly voice said, "Why don't you both lick
it?" 
    Sue and I looked at each other and answered in unison, "Why
not?" 
    We both leaned down and started licking up the sides of it,
then I sucked the head while Sue licked, then we traded places.
It was so exciting!  
    Then we heard footsteps, and we sat up and Dave put his cock
away, fast. It was uncle George. He pushed the screen door open
and stepped outside, a snifter of brandy and a cigar in his hand.  
   "You kids sittin' in the dark out here?" 
   "Yes, uncle," I said. "It looks so pretty with the moon out." 
   "Um," he said, then lit his cigar.  The three of us looked at
each other as we realized uncle George had come outside to smoke
his cigar!  You can imagine how awkward it was making small talk
while he smoked and enjoyed his brandy, and we wanted to get back
at our "game." 
   Finally, after what seemed like hours, he put out the stub,
and said, Don't stay out too long. There's a chill in the air,"
and went back inside.  He wasn't gone five seconds before Sue and
I were digging in Dave's pants.  
   We dragged Dave's cock out, and of course, it had gotten soft. 
I'd gotten so used to seeing it big and hard, it was a bit of a 
shock to see it small and floppy. Before Sue could say or do 
anything, I had my mouth on it and was sucking. Dave groaned in 
pleasure as his hard- on grew with my close attention, and soon 
it was up in its full glory. I leaned back to admire "my work," 
and Sue pounced on it. I watched for a minute, then I carefully 
pulled his balls out of his fly, too. First I just stroked them, 
then I leaned down and sucked one into my mouth.  
    I said, "My turn, move over," to Sue. She let go of Dave's 
cock and let me have it while she sucked his balls. I sucked it 
in until I felt the head press against the back of my mouth, and 
then tried swallowing it. Dave moaned softly, and the next thing 
I knew, he was spurting his hot juice against my throat. I rocked 
back 'til I had just the head in my lips and sucked every drop.  
    Sue said, "Leave some for me!"  We quickly traded, and Sue 
got the last squirt, I think. Then she licked it all over as it 
got soft again. Dave just sat there, his parts hanging out of his 
fly, his face blank. "God, that was good," he mumbled.  
    I stuffed him back in his pants and zipped him up.  
    Sue and I wanted Dave to eat us, too, but we were wearing 
shorts, and were afraid that if we dropped them to give him 
access, someone might come out and catch us. So we demanded that 
Dave rub us off instead.  
    Dave didn't need much convincing. He set to work, rubbing our 
pussies, one in each hand. But then, he got up and dragged a 
chair over, and sat facing us. He worked his hands up the legs of 
our shorts, and pushed our panties aside, and slipped his fingers 
in our wet holes. It didn't take long before we were both coming.  
    It was very nice, but I still wished I could sit on his big 
dick.  
-- 
 
    In the last three 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 that I had Marty, too, that summer. Well, here is 
how that happened. 
    The day was warm and sultry. I was looking forward to another 
boat expedition to some remote spot, but uncle George had other 
ideas. At breakfast he announced that he was taking his family to 
Provincetown to the craft show, and that anyone interested could 
come along. I declined the offer and Sue wanted to stay, but 
uncle George insisted she go. 
    After they left, I headed for the beach. At least I could 
work on my tan, I thought. I found a corner away from the little 
kids, put dowm my beach towel, smeared myself with baby oil and 
lay down. The sun was warm and I was drowsy and daydreaming about 
what had become my favorite subject- a big dick in my bottom- 
when a shadow falling on me brought me back to reality. It was 
Marty.  
    "Hi, Kat. Where's Sue?"
    "Uncle George dragged her to Provincetown."
    "Shit. Dave too?"
    "Yeah. Guess you're stuck with me for company."
    "Well, that's not so bad," he said, grinning. "Can I join 
you?"
    I nodded and he spread his towel next to mine and flopped 
down. 
    "So, you're an old- fashioned girl; want to stay a virgin 
'til you get married, hunh," he asked?
    "Yup."
    "And you never did... anything... before the other day?"
    "Like I told Sue, the most I did was to give a guy a hand job 
after a school dance. Oh, I let some guys cop a feel now and 
then, but... I always kept my panties on, y'know?"
    "Un hunh. But you really like it, now?"
    "Yeah," I answered dreamily. "I didn't know it could be so 
good... 'specially not in the ass."
    He rolled over on his side looking at me. 
    "Are you in love with Dave," he asked after a while?
    "No. Oh, he's nice, and I like him... but I'm not in love 
with him. And, he's my cousin, fer crissake."
    "Um," he said.  
    We spent an hour or so baking in the sun.
    "Whew," he said, "It's getting hot. Want to swim?"
    "Sure," I said.
    "Race you to the island!"
    We swam out into the cove, to a clump of weeds and sand we 
called an island. It was a couple of hundred yards out, and 
though I took the lead early, I tired and he beat me there 
easily. I belly- flopped on the sand next to him, panting. He 
rolled over next to me and stroked my ass through my suit.
    "You do have a nice ass, Kat," he said.
    I rolled over and looked at him. He was smiling, and there 
was a gleam in his eye and a bulge in his bathing suit.
    "Looks like something wants to get out," I said, pointing.
    "Yeah?" 
    Marty stopped grinning. He reached over and gently drew the 
straps of my suit off my shoulders and pulled them down until my 
breasts fell free of the suit. 
    "Nice tits, too," he said. 
    I started to laugh, realizing what a change there had been in 
me; that just a week before I would have struggled and run away, 
or been horrified to be sitting here with my boobs exposed. I 
decided to go for it. 
    "Isn't that uncomfortable, Marty," I Asked?
    I reached out and pulled at the elastic of his suit, still 
showing a big bulge. The head of his dick popped out of the top 
of the suit. 
    He shrugged and pulled his suit down. As he released his 
cock, it snapped up and banged against his belly, then wobbled up 
and down. It wasn't as long as Dave's but it was thicker, and the 
head was a big red knob, where Dave's was more pointed.  
    He sat with the suit around his thighs, his dick pointing 
straight at me. He reached over and cupped one of my breasts in 
his hand and tweaked my nipple with his fingers. A little twinge 
ran right to my pussy.  
    "Take off your suit, Kat," he said, his voice gruff.  
    "If you take yours off," I said, trying to sound wicked.  
    He pulled it off and I wiggled out of mine, then reached over 
and grabbed that big knob. He was staring at my pussy.  
    "I wanna eat you," he said.  
    By answer I just lay back and spread my legs. He crawled over 
and put his face to my wet, silky mound.  He put his hands on 
each of my buttocks.  As his tongue flicked back and forth over 
my clit, it sent waves of hot and cold through me. I dropped my 
head back, and arched my back in pleasure.  
    I murmured, "Make me come. Please, I want to come, eat my 
pussy. Lick my cunny all over. Suck my clit. Make me come!" 
    He eagerly obliged. He slipped his hands under my butt, 
squeezing my ass- cheeks tightly, and explored my wet pussy with 
his tongue. He licked and sucked all over my wet hole, and teased 
my clit as I moaned and writhed. In a surprisingly short time, I 
shuddered in a violent climax.  
    Then he was kneeling in front of me, pointing his dick at my 
cunny.  
    "No," I said, "Please don't." 
    "Oh, shit," he said. "I forgot. You like it in back. Then 
roll over." 
    "We need grease," I said.  
    He grabbed at his suit and I thought he was going to go, but 
he came back with a small tube in his hand. It must have been in 
a pocket or something. He opened it and started to smear his cock 
with it, then on second thought, handed it to me, "You do it." 
    Eagerly, I took the tube and coated his throbbing cock. Marty 
groaned as I carefully put plenty on the head. Then he took the 
tube back and told me to kneel, and pushed my shoulders down to 
the ground, my ass way up in the air. He squeezed some of the 
jelly on my asshole and rubbed it around with his finger, then 
pushed the finger in.  
    "Oh, yeah," I breathed.  
    He pumped his finger in and out, working the K-Y in. Then he 
stopped and I felt the big knob of his dick against my back door. 
He pushed and slid the head in.  
    "OH!" I said.  
    Marty grunted and pushed some more, and I felt his thick cock 
slide up my rectum, and then his balls whack up against my 
throbbing clit.  
    "Do it to me, Marty," I groaned, "Fuck me in the ass!" 
    He started to pump me, slowly first, then faster and faster. 
On each in- stroke, his balls swung up against my cunny.  
    It felt great! But I was afraid he would come too fast, so I 
wanted him to go slower.  
    "Oh, Marty, slow down!" 
    "Great... tight... fucking...  ass," he grunted, pumping 
away.  
    I moaned again and he grunted and pumped. I squeezed his dick 
with my ass muscles, hoping to slow him down, but he only pumped 
harder. The more I squeezed, the harder he pumped. It felt so 
good.  
    I started to come, "Oh, yeah! Oh, fuck me! Oh... AHH..." 
    I grabbed his balls and he twiddled my clit with his fingers, 
and then he stopped pumping and slammed his dick way into me, 
pushing hard against my ass cheeks, and I felt his dick pulse in 
me, as his hot load shot up in me. He must have squirted eight or 
nine times.  
    Then he started to pull out.  
    "No, wait," I said urgently. "Stay in me. Please stay in me." 
    "OK," He said, and using his hands to help, pushed back in 
me. We dropped forward onto the sand, him on top of me, his 
slowly shrinking dick still deep in me. It felt heavenly! I 
tightened up to hold it in. Oh, it was good.  
    But, then, far too quickly for me, it dropped out. 
    We took another swim, nude, then got back on the island, and 
lay back in the sun. I looked over at him and saw he was getting 
hard again.
    "Do something for me, Marty," I asked?
    "What?"
    "Put it in me again, but don't pump in and out."
    "Hunh?"
    "Yeah.  I just want to feel your big dick in me."
    He got up and came over to me, and kneeled behind me.
    I said, "Wait. Lie down on your side. Good. Now I'll lie down 
here next to you."
    I snuggled down next to him till we were like nested spoons, 
then reached behind me for his cock. I guided it to my back door 
and pressed the head against it. Marty pushed, and it was in. I 
guess there was still plenty of the grease in my A- hole, because 
it just slid right in.
    He pushed more, and I felt his dick slither up into me until 
his belly was right up against my cheeks.
    "Now don't move," I said. "Just relax and enjoy it."
    Marty grunted. We stayed like that for a while, and it felt 
just dreamy, his fat cock spreading my bottom.  
    But then he started to soften. I could feel his cock lose its 
thickness, and start to come out of me. I squeezed with my anal 
muscles, and moved on him, little tiny motions. It got hard 
again, and slithered back up me. 
    "Oh, I like that," I said.
    And it did feel wonderful, growing inside me like that.
    Marty started to move in me, pumping slowly.
    "Lie still, Marty," I ordered.
    He stopped. I reached between my legs and found his balls, 
and gently stroked them, stretching his sac and pulling his balls 
up between my legs and over my hot pussy. Marty pushed my legs up 
with his, grabbed my ass cheek and spread me open and pushed in a 
little more. I felt my hole spread open as the fat base of his 
dick pushed into me. He reached around and cupped my titties with 
his hands.
    We lay like that for a long time. Every time his dick started 
to soften, I moved on him, just enough to get it hard again. 
    Finally, he muttered, "I can't stand it any more, Kat. I 
gotta move in you!" 
    He started to pull back a little. I let him back off me 
about an inch, then pulled him back in by his balls.
    "Oh, Jesus," he said.
    "OK," I said, "but I'm going to sit on you."
    I let go of his balls and rolled back onto him, getting my 
legs under me. At one point I had to back off him and I thought 
he would slip out, but I managed to keep him in me. I moved 
over him until I was squatting over his hips, facing his feet, 
his dick still in my ass.
    I started to pump him. Very slowly, I moved up and off him, 
until he was almost out. Then, just as slowly sat back down until 
I was sitting hard on his hips, all of his manhood deep in my 
rectum.  I did this only four times when I felt myself starting
to come. I sat hard on his cock and squeezed like crazy, and 
reached down and rubbed my clit. I came instantly.
    I was shuddering all over, and my ass and pussy were jerking 
with wild spasms, and I heard my voice making funny squealing 
sounds.
    "Oh, shit, Kat," I heard Marty say, as though from far away,
"Oh... gaaa... ung!" 
    I felt, dreamily, his cock pulse way up in me as he shot his 
second load in me. I kept coming, each pulse of his dick bringing 
me off again, and each squeeze of mine forcing another squirt 
from him. 
    He stopped shooting, but he kept moaning. I was still coming. 
It felt like I would never stop!  But finally, exhausted, the 
spasms stopped, leaving me panting, his softening member still 
trapped in me. I tried to keep it in there, sitting hard on his 
hips.  
    "For Crissake, Kat," Marty said, "you're crushing me!"
    I lifted my weight from him, just a tiny bit, but he slipped 
out. I dropped down onto the sand between his legs, my insides 
still twitching slightly.
    "Jesus, Kat," Marty whispered, panting, "You are something 
else!"
    "You ain't bad, yourself," I grinned.
    After a while, we took another swim to get the sand off, put 
our suits on, and swam back to the mainland.
-- 

    In the last four 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 last 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!  
    But the vacation ended, and I went back home and to school.  
It was my second year in high school, and looked forward to not 
being a lowly freshman.  I also looked forward to seeing Tommy 
Jensen again. "Boy," I thought, "will he be surprised!  'Little 
Miss Prim turns into Sex Kitten'." 
    Now, I know that people don't get younger, but it sure seemed 
that way to me; Tommy looked and acted so much more like a kid 
than I expected. I suppose that the two weeks with Dave and Marty 
had given me a new outlook. I was very disappointed.  
    In fact, ALL the boys I had been seeing seemed un-interesting 
now, and life was looking pretty glum.  
    One afternoon toward the end of September, I was home alone, 
my parents had gone to a party at their friends' house, and I 
knew they would be out till midnight. I was horny as the devil 
himself, and just couldn't concentrate on TV or reading or 
anything.  
    I was fixing myself a sandwich in the kitchen, and happened 
to notice a zucchini in the garbage pail. It looked OK, and I 
wondered. I took it out and realized it had gotten a little over-
ripe, and mom must have tossed it. It was still firm, but squished 
a little when you squeezed it. Holding it, it felt a lot like 
Dave's dick when it was hard, and I got this idea.  
    I finished eating, then took the zucchini to the bathroom 
and closed the door. On impulse, I drew bathwater and tossed in 
some bubble bath.  
    I stripped myself naked and admired my body in the full 
length mirror on the door, which also faced the regular mirror 
behind me. I had a nice figure, I thought. My tits were good 
size, and still growing I think, and stood out nicely from my 
chest. Quarter-sized areoles surrounded nipples that, when I got 
hot as I was then, puckered up and stood out about a half inch.  
    My waist was slender, my navel a deep little hole in the 
round of my stomach. My hips were full and round, and I admired 
them as I ran my hands over them, feeling the hard bones and the 
soft flesh. The triangle of my pussy was covered with blonde 
curls, but I could see the bulging outer lips and the little 
folds of the inner lips sticking out.  
    My best part, I thought, was my ass. I admired it in the 
double-reflection, how full and round it was, how it stuck out 
behind me, looking like, it seemed to me, an invitation. "See how 
I stick out, come and fuck me." 
    I ran my hands over my ass cheeks and felt the sensuous 
roundness, the yielding flesh.  
    The tub had run full, so I turned off the water and got in, 
bringing the zucchini and a jar of Vaseline. I lay back in the 
water and felt its warmth on my body, relaxing me. I slowly and 
carefully smeared Vaseline on the zucchini.  
    When I was satisfied that it was well greased, I got out of 
the tub and lay on my back on the rug. I raised my legs up high 
and pressed the zuch against my butt- hole. I wouldn't go in. I 
took a Vaseline-smeared finger and stuck it in, and worked it 
around, loosening my muscles. Then I tried the zucchini again. It 
popped in this time. It felt good. Slowly I pushed it until the 
whole nine or so inches was in my ass. Holding it with my hand, I 
slowly lowered my legs, then got up and back in the tub.  
    Oh, it felt good. It was just squishy enough to feel almost 
real, and long and thick. Longer and thicker than either Dave or 
Marty, I realized.  I lay in the tub a long time, squeezing my 
ass muscles once in a while, just feeling it in there. But I 
missed how a real dick would throb and squirm, with a life all 
its own in there. The zucchini just... was there.  
    Eventually the water got cold, so I got up and drained the 
tub. I kept the zuch in me as I dried off. The mirror had gotten 
slightly steamed up, but I bent over and looked. It was exciting 
to see the end of the thick green thing sticking out of my tail!  
    Using my fingers, I moved it in and out, still watching in 
the mirror. Funny how my pussy lips would wiggle as I moved it in 
my ass. My clit stuck out at the top of my pussy, pushing out of 
its little hood, pink and shiny. I touched it with a fingertip 
and shivers ran up my spine.  
    I got out of the bathroom, still nude, and walked to my room, 
holding the zucchini in my ass with my hand. What great 
sensations as I walked, it almost felt like a real cock moving 
around in me. I dug the polaroid Dave had taken out of its hiding 
place and looked at myself admiring Dave's cock, and remembering 
what happened next.  
    I got a pair of panties out and put them on to hold the 
zucchini in me, and lay on the bed, face down, making believe it 
was a lover's big cock, and that he was going to keep it in me 
all night. I fell asleep that way.  
    When I woke up, I was scared. How late was it?  It was still 
afternoon, I was safe. The zucchini was still in my ass, and I 
felt heavenly. But now I really wanted to be fucked. I rolled on 
my back, yanked the panties off, and jammed that veggie lover in 
and out of me. I rubbed my clit with my other hand, and soon I
came. Since I was alone, I could yell, and I did.  
    After I stopped coming, I was panting hard, and I just lay 
there. I felt the zucchini slowly oozing out of me. I started to 
cry, cause though it had been good, it wasn't like a real cock 
after all.  
    In a half an hour I was horny again.  
    I knew where my dad kept his "X" rated videos, so, still 
naked, I got one out and popped it into the VCR.  
    The men all had huge cocks, much bigger than Dave or Marty, 
more like my veggie lover. One of the women was really good 
looking, with a cute, round ass like mine. I half-interestedly 
watched them suck and fuck all over the place, and sat playing 
with my clitty.  
    Then the good-looking one was getting it doggie-style from 
the man with the biggest cock, and she turned around and said, 
"Fuck me in the ass, please." 
    I suddenly got interested. He put that huge thing in her ass 
and pumped that long thing in and out. Then he lay down and she 
straddled him, impaling her ass hole on it. I was really getting 
hot, so I took my zucchini and set it on the floor, and squatted 
on it like the woman in the movie did with the guy's dick.  
    Watching his cock go in and out of her, and feeling my veggie 
lover go in and out of me, I came again.  
    I watched two more videos, and fucked my veggie lover twice 
more. My ass was getting sore by this time, so I put away the 
videos and threw the zuch away (after washing it).  
    I flopped on my bed and cried, wishing for a real lover.  
-- 

    In the last five 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 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!  But the vacation ended, and I went 
back home and to school.  I was very disappointed. All the boys I 
had been seeing seemed un-interesting now, and life was looking 
pretty glum. That is, until I met Bob.  
    Bob was a senior, blonde and good looking, and he had a 
sports car. The girls thought he was a nerd, always working on 
his old Porsche, but Bob looked real good to me, and I wanted to 
make sure he noticed me.  If he was always working on his car, 
you couldn't tell, 'cause he kept his hands and fingernails 
clean.  
    Remember my mom's attitude about clothes? I took to bringing 
a change of clothes in my gym bag and changing in the girl's room 
before school started, and putting the plain dresses my mom 
preferred back on before going home. I wore tight jeans, that 
showed off my round rear, and tight sweaters that emphasized my 
boobs. I found out Bob's class schedule and made sure I was 
walking the same hallway he was whenever I could.  
    After a week of this I was getting frustrated, when finally 
he smiled at me as I passed him. I smiled back and said, "Hi." 
    After that, he started to look for me, sat with me at lunch 
and study hall. It wasn't long after that he asked me out.  
    I sure worked hard to look good- and sexy- for that date.  I 
had a lot of talking with my mom so I could wear something that 
didn't look frumpy and old-fashioned, and in the end wound up 
compromising with her anyway. I wore a silk blouse and a plaid 
skirt, with a much lower hem than I wanted.  
    He took me to a movie and afterward to a diner, where we sat 
and talked over burgers and shakes.  He was really interesting, 
not at all the car- centered nerd the girls thought he was, and I 
enjoyed getting acquainted.  But what I really wanted to get 
aquainted with was in his pants.  
    We left the diner, and Bob started to drive me home. I said 
it was still early, and I asked him if he would like to drive up 
to The Mountain, the local parking and necking area, to show me 
how his car could go on the winding roads up there.  
    He grinned and turned off onto the Interstate, and said he 
knew of a better place, not as crowded. He turned on the radio, 
and in a half hour he turned off onto a back road, and soon 
turned off of that, too.  
    There was nothing here but a reservoir and a dirt road 
winding around it, and pine trees.  
    Bob turned the radio off, and made sure I had the seat belt 
on. Then he down-shifted and floored it, and I had the car-ride 
of my life! I kept thinking for sure that we would slide off the 
road and into either the water or a tree, but he kept the car on 
the road, though not usually pointed the way we were going! I 
glanced at the speedometer at one point and saw 85.  
    He finally slowed down, and turned off under a clump of 
trees, and rolled along a trail out to the edge of the water, and 
shut off the lights and the engine.  I was panting from the ride.  
    "It sure is quiet out here," Bob grinned at me. "How'd you 
like the ride?" 
    "Oh, God," I said.  
    He laughed and turned the radio on low, and selected a 
station with soft music. I finally recovered enough to realize 
what a beautiful spot this was, with the moonlight on the 
reservoir, and under these old pines.  
    Bob sat there looking at me, and I wondered what was going 
through his mind, if he was wondering how far he could go with me 
on our first date. So, I decided for him.  
    I took off the seat belt and slid over toward him as far as I 
could on the bucket seat. Then I took his face in my hands and 
kissed him, open mouthed.  He put his arms around me and frenched 
me back.  
    Bob broke off the kiss and slid over from behind the wheel, 
and reached around the seat, and reclined my seat back. Then he 
reclined his, and instantly was kissing me again. His hand was 
groping around my back and sides, so I took it and placed it on 
my right breast.  
    Bob sighed and nibbled my ear.  
    I loosened the top two buttons of my blouse and guided his 
hand, he took the hint right away and snaked it under blouse and 
bra, and fondled me.  
    I put my hand down to his crotch and felt for his cock. I had 
no trouble finding it, it was big and hard.  I stroked it gently 
through the cloth as he resumed frenching me, and opening some 
more buttons. Soon he had the blouse open and was feeling my tits 
through the bra. I giggled and told him it opened in front.  
    He found the clasp and opened the bra, exposing my tits to 
the night. His breathing got fast. He fondled my boobs, and 
tweaked the nipples while frenching my mouth.  
    I kept playing with his dick through the trousers.  
    He started kissing my neck, and worked his way down to my 
tits, where he licked circles around the nipples. God, I was 
getting hot! Then, suddenly, he pounced on a nipple with his lips 
and sucked it. The sensation seemed to shoot right through me to 
my pussy. I squeezed his cock and he moaned.  
    I wanted his dick in my hand. Actually, I wanted it in my 
ass, but I was afraid to try that on a first date. I found the 
zipper of his fly and pulled. It wouldn't budge at first, I had 
to use the other hand to hold it. I pulled his fly open, and 
reached in his underwear. As my fingers circled his shaft, he 
sucked in his breath and moaned, and nibbled my nipple.  
    I brought his cock out and stroked it gently in my hand.  
    "Oh, God, Kat," he moaned.  
    Moving his mouth to my other nipple, he took his hand and 
started rubbing my mound through the skirt, but after a few rubs, 
he pulled the skirt up and was rubbing my panties.  
    I made a ring out of my thumb and forefinger, circled the head 
of his cock, and rubbed the ring up and down just under the head.  
    "Ohh, yesss!'" he hissed, his finger on my clit.  
    Somehow, he had gotten his hand in my panties, and was doing 
everything right. He rubbed my clit, played with my lips. It was 
so good, I forgot about his cock, just held it and squeezed. He 
kept working my clit very gently, and I was...  
    "Oh, Bob, oh, OH! OooooH!" 
    ...coming,...  
    "Oh, OHHH, mmMMAA!" 
    I came all in a rush, a really good one. He kept flipping my 
clit gently, just the right amount, and I kept coming. It lasted 
a long time, but finally it was over, and I stopped shaking, my 
insides still twitching.  
    Bob kissed me gently, smiled and pulled my skirt back down.  
    "Whew," he said. "A good one, hunh?" 
    I still was holding his cock, stiff as ever, so I started 
jacking it, slowly.  
    "Your turn," I said.  
    He lay back and moaned. I sat up a little to get a good look 
at his cock. It was nice!  At least as nice as Dave's, long 
enough, thick enough, with a wide corona.  
    I decided the hell with first date rules altogether, we had 
already done more than I had ever done on a first date.  
    I moved over him and licked the head of his cock.  
    "Oh, Kat!" he groaned.  
    I licked it from where it came out of his pants all the way 
up to the head, along the underside, and flicked my tongue at its 
little "eye." Then I clamped my lips over it and sucked, drawing it 
into my mouth slowly while rubbing it with my tongue. When the 
head bumped the back of my throat, I shoved and swallowed, 
massaging the head with my throat. I felt it go down my throat 
and so I pushed some more. My nose bumped his zipper.  
    I gagged a little, so I drew back, just as slowly, still rubbing 
with my tongue. His breath was fast and hard by now.  
    Then I lay it against my mouth and tongue, and licked the 
underside of the head.  
    "Ahh, Ohh. Mmmmm. Gaahhhh!" 
    Bob's moans became cries and I felt his cock start to pulse. 
I clamped my lips hard over the head and stroked up and down 
fast. Four strokes and he was gushing, his hot semen pulsing into 
my mouth as fast as I could swallow it.  
    "Mmmm, mmmm." I hummed in pleasure as I drained him.  
    "Ohhh, AHHH," he alternately moaned and roared in his 
pleasure, his hands dancing madly in my hair. He shot and shot, 
at least six times. Finally, he stopped shooting, and I sucked 
his shrinking cock into my mouth and cuddled it with my tongue.  
    "Kat, Kat, Oh Kat," he murmured.  
    I stroked his face with my hand, still cuddling his shrunken 
prick in my mouth. I lay there, my head in his lap, looking up at 
him, the sky and trees behind him, and I felt good. He stroked my 
face and hair with his hands.  
    "It's getting late," he whispered after a while. "I wouldn't 
want your parents to get angry; I want to see you again." 
    "Me too," I mumbled around his cock. "Maybe you better drive 
us home." 
    He lifted my face from his cock and kissed me very 
thoroughly, then raised the seat-back. He started to zip up his 
fly, but I swatted his hand away, "Leave it out for now," I said, 
"and drive slower." 
    He grinned and started the engine, turned the headlights on 
and backed out to the road. I'll never forget the feeling of the 
night-air wind rushing over my exposed breasts as we drove along 
that road, or the feel of his cock hardening again as I held it 
while he drove. I wanted the ride to go on and on, but we were 
soon back on the secondary road leading to the interstate, and I 
fastened my bra and buttoned up my blouse.  
    But I kept my hand on his cock the whole way home. We were 
only a block away when I carefully zipped him back up.  
    He pulled to the curb in front of my house, and looked at me.  
    "Tomorrow night?" he asked.  
    I put my arms around his neck and gave him a quick kiss.  
    "Tomorrow night," I replied.  
-- 

    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 ass hole 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 
cock head 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."
-- 

    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 a 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 cock- head 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 ass hole, 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 cock- head 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 constuction there. When he stopped the car, I pumped 
and sucked him and made him come in my mouth.

-- 

    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 grey 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 babys," 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 marvelled 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 ass hole 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. 
-- 

    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 womens' 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 lauged 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 hollared.
    "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 youself. 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 intoduced 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 
anf 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.
-- 

    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, and I met Charlie!
    Last time I told you about the cook-out Charlie had, and his 
offer to drive me to the bus, and how I decided not to take that 
bus. I left it with me sitting in his lap, drinking scotch for 
the first time.

    I picked up my drink and sipped it, and as I did, I felt his 
hand move from my hip up along my side and rest very lightly 
against my breast outside the suit top and the beach jacket. I 
put the drink down and leaned against his hand, and whispered, 
"Oh, yes." 
    On a sudden impulse, I picked up his drink and brought it to 
his lips. He sipped from the glass, then kissed my fingers as I 
went to put it down, his hand moving inside the jacket, still 
squeezing my breast. I reached behind me and undid the snap to 
the suit's top, then put my arms around his neck and pulled his 
face to me for another kiss. His hand gently pushed the unwanted 
material of the suit top away as lightly as a summer breeze, and 
just as lightly caressed my breast. Then I felt his palm running 
over my nipple. It hardened instantly! 
    I wanted him to take my breast, quickly, and knead it, take 
my body roughly, but he did everything slowly and gently, and I 
got hotter than I had ever been before, hotter than I thought 
possible. 
    I realized then, that this was my first time with a man! I 
had always been with boys before, eager boys, boys wanting to do 
it quickly before someone caught us. This was a man, who's body's 
eagerness was obvious, his hard- on pressing against my hip, but 
he controlled it, relished in it, drawing it out. And I had 
practically told him I would stay the night, hadn't I? He didn't 
need to hurry, and he didn't. 
    He reached his other hand out for his drink and took an ice 
cube in his mouth, put the drink back down, then lifted the 
jacket off my shoulders, and the suit top over my head. I put my 
arms back to let them slide off onto the floor, thrusting my 
breasts out to him. He put his mouth with the ice cube on my 
other nipple. I moaned aloud, and threw my head back, my fingers 
clawing at his chest. 
    I was so hot and wet, I could smell my own musk rising from 
between my legs. I put my arms behind his head and drew him to my 
chest, breathing hard as he sucked first one nipple, then the 
other, his hands gently massaging the small of my back and my 
ass.
    It was so intense, I couldn't stand any more, so I pulled 
away from his mouth and kissed his neck, then his chest, curling 
up in his lap. He leaned back in his chair and let me. I took an 
ice cube out of my glass and rubbed his nipples with it, kissing 
the melt water off him after. He sucked in his breath and 
squeezed my ass. I was eager to get at his cock, but I was 
enjoying this languorous way of his, and I vowed I would be the 
same way, milking every minute to the utmost, so I just gently 
nipped his nipples with my teeth, and ran my hands around his 
back. 
    I leaned back again, and offered him another sip of his 
drink, and slid his shirt off his shoulders as he leaned forward 
to take it, and snaked my arms around his neck. 
    He grinned, then, and picked me up, just holding me by my 
legs and ass and stood up. He walked the few steps to a chaise 
and gently put me down on it, and stood over me a moment, 
admiringly. He went back and got the drinks, freshening them on 
the way. 
    He came back, and handed me my drink, and I took it, mumbling 
"Thanks," and just lay in the chaise, trying to look as sexy as I 
could. He stood next to the chaise, his hard-on bulging his 
trunks. I reached a hand up to it and stroked it through the 
cloth, tracing the outline of the head with my index finger. 
    Charlie grinned, and stood still.
    I put the drink down and sat up slowly, and with my face 
inches from his bulge, slowly ran my hand up his leg to his ass, 
and squeezed a cheek. I could see his cock throb through the 
trunks. I buried my face against the front of his trunks, then, 
and put my lips lightly on the bulge, and pulled him against me 
with both hands on his ass. My hands found their way into his 
swim trunks, and cupped the muscles of his ass. He put a hand on 
my head, just playing with my hair. 
    My pulse was pounding in my ears, I wanted to see his cock, 
feel it in my hand, in my mouth, in my ass. I moved my hands to 
his hips, caught the top of the trunks in my fingers, and started 
to pull them down, slowly, still kissing his cock through the 
cloth. 
    Charlie pulled back from me, put his drink down on a little 
table, then fished a draw-string out of the trunk- tops and 
untied it. Chuckling, he came back to me, holding my hair with 
one hand and playing with my right nipple with the other. 
    I put my hands back on the trunks, and looking up at his 
eyes, my chin just inches from his crotch, pulled them down. 
Slowly. The head of his cock emerged first, a pink arrowhead with 
a wide rimmed helmet. I kept pulling and the shaft emerged, then 
the balls. His dick stood out hard, pointing straight at my nose. 
Still gazing into his eyes, I pulled the trunks down his thighs, 
over his knees and calves. Without taking his eyes off mine, he 
stepped out of them. 
    I parted my lips and put out my tongue, and cradled the head 
of his cock on it.  I gently rolled my tongue back and forth 
under the head, then tickled the underside of the shaft with the 
tip of my tongue. Charlie's fingers closed on my nipple and 
gently rolled it. I opened my mouth and put my lips on the head, 
gently kissing and sucking, and slowly, oh so slowly, moving him 
into my mouth.
    I made him moan and groan, I kept him on the very edge of 
coming, without bringing him over, for a very long time. The 
sunlight filtering through the screens onto the porch dimmed 
toward the night, and I didn't notice. 
    He finally called a halt, saying, "Kat... Kat, stop," and 
pulled himself away from me. He picked me up again, carrying me as 
though I was a feather, and took me to the bedroom. There, he put 
me down, and lay down between my legs. Gently, he pulled my suit 
bottoms off. I helped by lifting my ass off the bed. He was 
imperious but patient, and removed them with care not to hurt me 
as he did.
    Then he licked my leg, starting behind my knee and working up 
along the inside of my thigh. Before he reached my wet pussy, he 
switched to the other leg. When he got close again, he skipped 
over to my belly, and licked his way to my navel, where he buried 
his tongue. The sensation shot into me like lightning.
    Then, slowly, he worked his way down my belly until he was 
kissing the hairs above my slit. Then he nuzzled his way down to 
my cunny.
    Oh, God, did he return my attentions! I was so hot from 
sucking him, and he ate me so skillfully, that I got up to the 
edge of orgasm quickly, but he kept me at the edge for an 
eternity. It must have been a half hour or more, when I couldn't 
stand any more, and I pressed my mons against his mouth, seeking 
release, begging him to make me come. 
    "Charlie, oh please, make me come, please, oh, Charlie, 
please, oh God, Charlie..."
    He pulled away from me and placed his cock against my vulva, 
gently rubbing its length against me. 
    "Charlie," I blurted, "I want you... but... I'm a virgin." 
    Charlie stopped, and looked disappointed. I rolled over on my 
stomach, frustrated with myself. I arched my back, making my ass 
stick out. Charlie started to play with my ass cheeks, kneading 
them and rolling them around. 
    "Charlie, please, fuck me," I cried, seeing his cock soften. 
    "Kat," he whispered, "are you sure?"
    "Yes, yes!" I cried. "Charlie, you, I want YOU!  But... 
Charlie, I want to stay a virgin, so, please... in my ass. 
Please, fuck me in my ass!" 
    He groaned, his cock hardened again instantly, and with a 
look I will never forget in his eyes, He pressed his cock-head 
against me. I could feel it throbbing against my asshole, and I 
moaned, "Yes, oh Charlie, do it." 
    I was a bit concerned, since we had not "greased up," and 
though I had a tube of K-Y in my purse, I wanted to appear 
innocent, I don't quite know why. But he saved me the 
embarrasment, or pain, or whatever. 
    "OK," he said, "Don't go away." 
    He got up and went to the bathroom, and returned almost 
instantly with a jar of Vaseline. He put some on his finger and 
started to rub it against my butt hole. His finger massaging my 
anus felt wonderful. 
    Then he started to grease his cock. "Oh, let me," I said, and 
took the jar from his hand. He groaned in pleasure as I rubbed 
his member, making it hard again, rubbing the stuff on. 
    He got on his knees between my legs and aimed his cock at my 
butt-hole. I got up on my hands and knees, and Charlie kneeled 
behind me. Charlie was actually trembling in excitement. He 
rubbed his hands over the cheeks of my ass, and murmured, "You're 
so very beautiful," as he put his cock-head against my crinkled 
hole and pushed. 
    I must have moaned as the head slipped in, and Charlie asked, 
"Are you all right?" 
    "Oh, yes, my dear Charlie, yes! I want you in me all the 
way. Put it in, Charlie, put it all the way in! Give it to me, 
love, go baby!" 
    Charlie grunted and pushed. His cock slid up me like a snake 
into a hole. I could feel every bit of him as his cock went way 
up into me. 
    "Oh, yes, Charlie," I whispered, "Oh, Charlie, do it to me, 
fuck me."
    Charlie grunted again, and started to move in me, but not 
humping like mad like the boys had done. He moved slowly and 
gently. Oh, I can't tell you how good it was! He brought his 
right hand around and slowly rubbed my pussy, his finger teasing 
at my clit. Unlike when the boys had screwed my ass, and I wanted 
them to stop and just be deep in me, the way Charlie did it, I 
wanted him to just keep it up, just keep going in and out of me 
like he was. 
    "Oh, Charlie," I moaned, "that's wonderful. Oh, Charlie, 
don't stop, don't change anything. Keep doing that, oh... keep 
doing that."
    I was lost in the feelings that washed over me. I looked 
between my legs and could see his dangling balls swinging against 
my pussy, and I wondered how it would be to be able to see his 
cock going into me. The sensations from my insides as he slid, oh 
so gently, in and out of me were just overwhelming. His fingers 
moved faster and faster, just barely brushing the tip of my 
clitoris, and I start to go over the edge. 
    "I'm going to come, Charlie," I said, "don't stop, don't 
change anything, just... OH!... Ooooohhh! Mmmmm!"
    As I came, Charlie thrust into me with one massive stroke, 
burying his cock deep in me, and I exploded, my orgasm bigger 
than any I'd had before. Charlie stayed pressed far in me for a 
while, but then continued to just kept stroking, and I had the 
biggest, longest orgasm of my life, before or since. As he did, 
he caressed my swollen clitoris lightly between his fingers. 
Charlie hadn't come yet, and he kept sliding his stiff cock in 
and out of me. He kept me coming for at least two minutes, while 
Charlie slowly and deeply thrust in my ass and played with my 
clit. I'm not sure what I said, I know I yelled, "FUCK!" a few 
times, and I may have screamed. It was so great! 
    When I calmed down, I looked back and saw that Charlie's face 
was contorted, and I knew he was close to coming. He was still 
sliding slowly in my ass and rubbing gently on my pussy, and I 
was still fuzzy, my body still jerking with aftershocks of my 
long orgasm. With each thrust of his cock, a wonderful warm 
feeling grew and grew in my body, like I had never had before.    
    "Charlie, come, my sweet, come in my ass," I whispered, and I 
meant it. I wanted him to shoot his hot semen in my guts, I 
wanted to have his seed in me. And he did. He started moving 
faster and faster in me, his thrusts becoming wild, his hands 
gripping my hips and pulling my ass cheeks against his pelvis at 
each stroke. 
    Suddenly, he pressed his cock hard into me, the flare of the 
root spreading me wide, and he shouted, "Hooo!" 
    I screamed and came again, feeling his cock pulse in me. I 
actually felt his load shoot in my rectum! I had never felt that 
before. He shot a lot, and I remember thinking he must not have 
had sex in a while, his load was so big. I came for a minute or 
so while he emptied his balls in me. 
    He collapsed onto my back, panting, and slowly I dropped down 
onto the bed. As I dropped, I tightened my sphincter, and trapped 
Charlie's cock in me, even though it was beginning to soften and 
get smaller. We lay there a long time, while Charlie kissed my 
back and my neck, and rubbed his hands over my shoulders, his 
cock imprisoned in my ass, and it was like heaven for me. He was 
lying full on me with all of his weight, but I didn't mind at 
all. 
    I dozed off for a few minutes, then, and when I woke up, I 
felt Charlie's cock, still in my ass, growing hard again, and as 
it grew, of course, it squirmed up into me and dilated my bung 
hole. I wiggled my fanny under him and spread my legs wider, and 
he chuckled. He reached down between us with his hands and spread 
my ass cheeks, and at the same time pushed his cock down and 
forward, so it was in me up to the hilt. I expected him to start 
pumping, but he didn't. He just stayed in me like that, like I 
had wanted the boys to do, and massaged the cheeks of my behind 
while kissing the back of my neck. 
    "Oh, Charlie," I said, "this is wonderful. You're wonderful. 
I'm so happy."
    He chuckled again and said, "I was just going to tell you 
that you are the wonderful one."
    His cock throbbed in me and I squeezed it. "Mmm," he said.
    I was so happy and comfortable, so satisfied to have his 
hard, throbbing cock just wormed up in me, Charlie's cock, that I 
dozed off again. 
    I woke up when Charlie tried to roll me on my side without 
letting his cock come out of me. He failed and it fell out. 
    "What's going on?" I mumbled.
    "You fell asleep. Here," he said, pushing a pillow under my 
head, "get comfortable." 
    I lay on my side, my knees curled up, and put the pillow 
under my head. I wanted him back in me. "Charlie... " I started 
to say so. 
    "Shhh," he said. He curled up behind me and pulled the covers 
up over us both. He rubbed his hand over my hip and my ass 
cheeks, and then he found my butt hole, first with a finger, then 
with his cock. Very gently he pushed it back in me, and slid it 
way up inside. I pushed my buttocks out against him to help get 
it way up. Then he put his arm around me and cupped my breast, 
and held me close. 
    "Go back to sleep now, darling," he said. "I'll be right 
here."
    "Mmmm," I said, pushing my ass back against him, "and right 
where I want you." 
    I took his hand from my breast and kissed the palm, then put 
it back. Then I fell asleep.
-- 

    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..."
-- 

    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." 
-- 

    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 insistantly, 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 cock head. 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 
cock head 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 shivvered 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 ass hole 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 shrivelling 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.

THE END