CARREE'S GRADUATION TRIP 


The following story contains ADULT SEXUAL SITUATIONS. Do not read 
any further if you do not wish to read material of this type. YOU 
HAVE BEEN WARNED.
I lost my William early in 2001. He was a writer who, one day, 
planned to use my diary, which I kept through our young courtship 
and beyond, as a basis for true erotic stories. William and I 
enjoyed reading erotic stories of this type. He planned to use 
the pen name Billy Hand. As a means of therapy for dealing with 
his loss, I have taken up the project. Though not as accomplished 
as William as a writer, I too, write professionally for travel 
and vacation guides. I hope you enjoy our stories as much as I 
did living them. Whether you believe our stories or not, trust me 
when I say then have been embellished little.
Our sexual awakening is told in CARREE LOVES BILLY (genus). 
There are 10 separate other stories to be written, from Williams 
outlines, about specific days and events in our sexual lives. 
This is one of them. 
This is an account of the days following our graduation from high 
school. It was some of the truly special days and nights in our 
lives and especially our sexual lives. It has been nearly a year 
since I lost my William and recalling and recounting this period 
has been happy/sad for me. For the happy part, I know William is 
smiling down on me. I hope you enjoy it.


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a little background . . . . 

At St. Pius X High School they have always planned the Senior 
Prom to be on Graduation Weekend. Instead of caps and gowns, men 
always wore Tux's, and women white gowns to the ceremony, and 
then wore the same, if they chose to, for the Prom. Tuition was 
always high at St. Pius, and I think they figured it was a way to 
save a few bucks for the parents and students.
However, in this particular year our senior class had saved quite 
a treasury from car wash's, and selling Christmas cards that we 
made ourselves using class original artwork. 
An alumnus of St. Pius ran a printing company in town and his 
daughter was a senior. Her dad had suggested this as a class 
project and it steam rolled. We got nearly all the printing 
supplies donated from other alumnus and we made a lot of money.
So much money, in fact, that we planned a class trip. After the 
plans had been made, the school decided they would not sanction 
it. We finally came to a compromise and held the Prom earlier and 
had the trip after graduation without it being under the 
guidelines of St. Pius. This also meant that no chaperones need 
be supplied by, or was liable by or for, St Pius. The trip was to 
be to Six Flags in New Jersey. We would leave the day after 
graduation, a Friday and we would return on Sunday. Of the entire 
class of just over 100 seniors, almost 80 of us were going. We 
had 50 rooms booked in 2 hotels in that area. The only thing we 
agreed to do was sign a paper for our parents that there would be 
no male/female sleeping arrangements in those motels. The only 
thing we came up short on was money for a second bus. Only 50 
could go on a bus, the rest would have to find their own 
transportation. We charged the bus riders 5 dollars each for the 
ride and used that money to pay for the gas for the 8 cars that 
would drive the rest. We hired and paid for our own chaperones, 
Heidi Stewart, who actually worked at the school, and Bill 
Fuller, an alumnus who was the manager of a local travel agency 
who made a lot of the arrangements for us. They were to make 
curfew and bed checks and report back to parents who wanted to 
know.

The night before our graduation we met with both my and Bills 
parents to lay a bomb on them . . . . . . 



CARREE'S GRADUATION TRIP


Bill was nervous but he spoke first, "Mom and Dad, Mr. and Mrs. 
Kasc, you know that we are going away on this senior trip on 
Friday, and that Carree and I are going to drive another couple 
to Jersey. You also know that we signed a paper that we wouldn't 
stay "together" in those motels. Uhhh, Carree and I have gotten 
another room in another motel and plan to spend the night 
together."

I spoke up on cue, "I know this may not make you happy, but I 
think if you found out we were sneaking around to do this it 
would make you even unhappier. You know, and both approve of, our 
engagement. You also know we do not plan to get married until 
after we have finished college. We are not going to do ANYTHING 
to jeopardize those plans. I hope I am making that clear"

Bills father was the first to speak. "I really don't approve of 
the 2 of you alone for a night in some motel room out of state, 
with a bunch of wild teenagers."

"Dad," Bill spoke up firmly, 
"I think you know that neither Carree not I are big partiers, 
meaning, we don't go out and drink at parties and we don't do 
drugs. If we have ever done any drinking, it has been at our 
house or your house (shifting his look to my parents) when we 
were not going to drive. And, we certainly do not get drunk. We 
simply want to spend some alone time with each other in the last 
summer we will have to be alone together."

I piped in before either parents could, "Bill and I have been 
engaged for 6 or 7 months and have never been away together. We 
would like this chance. We both start college in a few months and 
that will be 4 years of stress. During that time we will be close 
enough that we will be able to visit each other at our dorms, or 
meet at a motel half way, whenever we like. So, your forbidding 
this will only put off the inevitable. All four of you know that 
my intentions and Bills intentions are honorable. We are engaged 
and do plan on getting married and living our lives together. Our 
union is so special. We would not do anything to hurt that, or 
that would change our plans."

"What we want here," Bill said, "Is the blessing of all four of 
you on this. I love Carree, and she loves me. I can see not one 
reason why you wouldn't trust us to do the right thing"

My father was the first to speak up. "Well, I don't like it, 
because that's my little girl there. But, Bill, you have proved 
to me how much you love her, and I know that you are a man of 
your word. I trust you. You have earned that trust. Don't do 
anything to make me doubt you. I love my little girl"

My Dads words made me cry and I hugged him. My Mom said, "I feel 
about the same way Carl does. I know Billy is a good boy. (she 
hesitated knowing she picked her words wrong) Oh, I know Carree, 
BILL is a good MAN, but I can't stop thinking of you both as 
kids. I'll trust you Bill, to not get Carree in trouble or lead 
her on. For Gods sake don't tell anyone," and she hugged me and 
then gave Bill a kiss.

Bills parents stood up. His Dad spoke, "I don't know which of my 
sons Bill you two are talking about, but he must be a different 
boy that I have in my house. I have a hard time thinking of Billy 
as a man, he will always be my little boy. I know he spends all 
of his time up in his study, working, or with Carree. I think 
Carree is a good girl. I may be more worried about them being 
away, out of state, than I am them being together. But, remember, 
you aren't married yet, and won't be for a while. Some things are 
supposed to be left to the sanctity of marriage. The two of you 
say that your intentions are honorable. I don't see that. I think 
this is an invitation to trouble. How can you keep your hands off 
each other away like that in a room together."

I looked at Bill and held up a finger signaling that I should 
answer.

Mr. Wilson, what Bill and I do behind closed doors, whether it's 
in New Jersey, or at my house, or right up there in Bills study, 
is NOBODYS business but ours. We know that the four of you may 
not approve, and, we don't ask you too, because, quite frankly, 
it is none of your business. I don't say that in a smart tone or 
to be smart. We are adults and we have been asked to make adult 
decisions with our lives as far as college and career choices. If 
we were at war, Bill would be draft-able, maybe even me, too. We 
are also old enough to vote. We are both 19 and considered 
adults. As adults we can make adult decisions. If we make bad 
ones, we will learn by them. We don't think this is a bad one.
One thing that is none of your business that I WILL tell you, and 
it's against Bills wishes that I tell you, and I have discussed 
at length with my parents, is that, . . . I am a virgin. Bill and 
I have not had sexual intercourse, and I have known no other men. 
Nor do we plan to have sexual intercourse until the right time. 
We feel the risk is too great. While we love each other so much 
that we might want to, we also love each other so much that we 
won't. But, we do long to be alone together.
Please do not make us feel that we have disappointed you by doing 
this. We want your blessing, and your trust.

Bills Mom was the first to speak, as I think I let all the 
doubting air out of Mr. Wilson's balloon. "With you being so 
frank, and showing me, at least, that you have thought about this 
and know what you want, I will say OK. 
Carree, it took a lot of courage to say those things to us, and 
you are right, NONE of it was any of our business. When I was 19 
I was out of school and going to rock concerts across the country 
in a VW microbus doing things that, well . . . will go unsaid. 
But suffice it to say I didn't have the grasp on the future you 
two do." She looked to Bills Dad, "Willie, do you agree with me 
or is baring her soul not enough?"

"Do I have to like it to give my blessing? I would feel better if 
you were going to a motel just outside of town. I don't like the 
New York City mess and all of Jersey is a dump," Bills Dad said.

My Dad piped in two cents worth. "Willie, I happen to have 
traveled that area a lot last year and I can tell you that there 
are 4 hotels, all close to each other with a big lot with shuttle 
buses that go to the amusement park all day long. They can park 
their car at the Hotel and never have to move it. Bill, is your 
hotel one of those 4 that are together near the Park?"

"I think so" Bill answered, it has about the same address as the 
Holiday Inn and the HoJo's. It's the Marriott"

"Yes, that's one of the 4 that corner there. I stayed there," my 
Dad added.

"Promise me that there will be no side trips into New York City 
or anything like that, would you?" Willie Wilson asked.

"Sure thing Mr. Wilson," I said.

"You have my word Dad," Bill concurred.

"Well then if the 3 of you all think they will be OK and will not 
do anything against their word, I won't be a stick in the mud," 
Bill's Dad said as a smile crawled over his face. "OK, you have 
my approval. BUT (he grew stern), let's not make a habit of this 
hotel and motel thing. I was a 19 once too, you know."

I went over and hugged Mr. Wilson and whispered in his ear so no 
one else could hear, "Don't worry about us. We take good care of 
each other. I love Bill as much as you do."
When I hugged Bills Mom I whispered almost the same thing.
When I let go of her I saw Bill shaking hands with my Dad and 
hugging my Mom.
This turned out a lot better than I thought it would.

As we all got up to go into the Wilson kitchen for coffee, my Dad 
took me aside. "You will make sure that both chaperones will know 
where you are staying and when you leave the group, right?"

"I'll do that for you Dad, I promise," I said.

While we had coffee, I snuck out to the phone and called Heidi 
Stewart right then and told her what we planned to do. I gave her 
the option of talking to my Dad if she wanted corroboration.
 
"Carree, you're 19, Bill's 19, I think I can trust you here. Plus 
you will both technically be out of school by then, but I know 
where you will be and how to get hold of you. That is all that is 
required." Heidi said.

"Thanks Heidi, I would like to stop by some day at your house and 
talk about stuff, OK?" I said.
 
"I would like that Carree, just call ahead, Ok? Bye." Heidi said 
as she hung up.

I rejoined the group and sidled up to my Dad and talked in a low 
register under my breath. "Promise taken care of. Chaperones have 
all the info and are OK with arrangement if you are."

Dad looked in his coffee and then smiled at me and winked. He 
offered his coffee as a toast, but I had nothing to lift.
"Consider yourself clinked," I said as he smiled again.

I was surprised how easy it was to get our parents to agree with 
our arrangement in New Jersey, even if I had to tell everyone 
that Bill and I were virgins when it came to intercourse. Bill 
thought it was a sacred secret and didn't want me to use that 
card, but I was not ashamed of it. Our parents ranged from 41 to 
45, so it wasn't like we were dealing with senior citizens. They 
all graduated in the early seventies, so you have to figure they 
were pretty loose then, too. Memories of their high school days 
may have scared them about us. But all was OK, now.


Writers note:
Our Graduation was a special time and a very special night. It 
will be a story by itself in the series. Our class trip wrapped 
around Graduation Day, so it was hard to leave out of this story. 
Look for CARREE'S GRADUATION DAY, real soon.


For all of us going on the trip, we sort of promised ourselves to 
behave as far as drinking and partying on Graduation night. 
Puking hangovers would not be welcomed on the bus, and many 
family parties were held the weekend before and many the weeks 
after. Parties on Graduation night were supposed to be dry, 
supervised events. From the looks of everyone at the bus on 
Friday morning, everyone was OK.

My parents had a party for me at the house with Bill and I 
inviting friends, as well as Bill's parents asking all of the 
Vermont relatives who could make it, to please stop by. It was 
nice to have so many friends together, and to meet some of Bills 
relatives, and Bill mine. Both our parents asked me not to wear 
the engagement ring, so relatives would not ask a million 
questions. We respected that wish. We wanted to talk about our 
college futures, not getting married.

By the time we reached the scheduled leaving time for the bus, we 
had everyone who signed up for the trip. We were amazed. Kim and 
her boyfriend Brad were riding with us. I had hoped to have Meg 
and Jimmy, but the Bus was better suited for Jimmy as he was 
still not fully recovered enough from his accident to be cramped 
into a back seat for 3 or 4 hours. Not that I didn't like Kim, 
she was one of my best girlfriends, but we wanted to talk with 
Meg and Jimmy.

Kim knew that Bill and I were engaged, but she was one of the 
few. As far as we knew, it was our parents, Megan, Kim and their 
boyfriends, we suspected, and maybe a few others. Before we went 
away to college we planned on letting everyone know, we just 
didn't want to make a big deal about it while we were in school. 
The talk was small on the way down. I think there was a certain 
amount of anticipation to the trip for Bill and I, plus I am sure 
Kim and Brad planned to sneak off together too. Heidi Stewart had 
said that there would be no boy / girl arrangements at the two 
hotels that were officially with the schools bus. I am sure she 
would enforce that, and she had her lieutenants who would snitch 
at any deviation of the rules. We did sign a letter saying that 
there would be no hanky panky in the school-selected hotels. That 
was why Bill and I stayed at the Marriott, just to keep that 
rule. I don't think even Kim knew that Bill and I were going to 
shack.

We all made small talk on the way to Six Flags, mostly about 
school, college and friends. I had been in school with Kim since 
about grade 8 and there were times when we were best girl 
friends. I think she considered Meg her closest friend, as I did. 
As we were passing the City skyline I could see Brad nudging Kim 
about something and Kim resisting. 

Finally I turned around and said "OK, you two. Are we going to 
have to stop the car? What is it you want to ask me or us, Brad?"

Kim say up, "Brad is such a jerk, he wants me to ask if you and 
Bill are going to sneak off in a room alone and can you help us 
do the same. I keep telling him it's none of our business."

Bill was smiling and answered her, "Brad, we signed a paper 
committing ourselves to not having any hanky panky in those two 
motels. So we have reservations in another, a third one. If you 
guys signed that form, you ought to honor it. You wouldn't want 
the last thing you do with the school that might have to 
recommend you for a college to be something dishonest or against 
school policy. I know that's a pretty straight answer that you 
didn't want to hear, but it's your word you are talking about. I 
am sure you will be able to find someplace at Six Flags to be 
alone for a bit, or even at the hotel outside of the rooms for a 
while."

Kim was mad. "He wants to get me alone and spend the night and I 
don't see how we can do it. Maybe we can get OUR own room for a 
night, Brad. Why don't we check out the Marriott when we get 
there. See if we can get in for a night" 

"They have weekender rates if you stay Friday and Saturday, its 
just $40 more than one night," I said. "But, remember, if you 
stay together and are missed, the chaperones will report you. You 
have to let Heidi Stewart know before hand.

"Well, forget it then," Brad said. "Heidi and my mom are good 
friends and she would surely tell her"

"Ummmm, don't be so sure of that," I said. "As long as you are 
planning to be safe, sexually, she might look the other way"

"What's she gonna do, come up and check us out," Brad said with 
an attitude.

Kim tried to calm the situation. "Heidi looks out for us, tries 
to keep us out of the maternity ward, Brad. If we told her out 
and out we were going to screw all weekend, she would have a hard 
time with it. If I got pregnant, she would blame herself"

She hit a soft spot with Brad "IF YOU GOT PREGNANT IT WOULD BE 
THE IMMACULATE CONCEPTION," he shouted to her.

"I sense some hostility here," I said. "I think you two need to 
do some talking"

"No, we need to do some FUCKING is what we need to do," Brad 
said.

Kim blew up "BRAD, THERE WAS NO NEED FOR THAT AND THAT LANGUAGE. 
Carree and Bill, I apologize for my Cro-Magnon boyfriend. He 
seems to think that his dick is the most important thing on the 
planet. I do what I can to keep him happy, but he wants to do the 
big one."

"Listen," I said, "If you guys are serious about each other you 
are going to have to work out the sex thing. Actual intercourse 
is not the way to go, if you are not ready to have children or 
get married right away. (Brad had a bull headed look on his face 
with his arm crossed and was watching the skyline go by) But, 
there are lots of other things you can do to enjoy each others 
bodies, if you are committed to each other and don't see anyone 
else"

"Carree, I've talked to him about all of that and he won't accept 
what I offer," Kim said.

"Have you listened to him and seen what he wants to offer, it's a 
two way street. You don't hold all the sexual goodies, you know. 
It can't be just what YOU agree to, it has to be what you BOTH 
agree to." I said to Kim.

"But, you both have to confess to any cheating you might have 
done with anyone, if you have. Exchanging any bodily fluids with 
another person, makes safe sex an impossibility," I preached.

Brad softened up and so did Kim. In a few minutes they were 
stretched out on the seat whispering to each other and seeming to 
make compromises. We turned up the radio to give them privacy.
Bill squeezed my hand and said in a low voice "Thank you Dr, 
Ruth"

We all met at the Holiday Inn parking lot and did a head count 
and we all made it within 20 minutes of each other. Heidi and 
Bill gave out room assignments and allowed mutual swaps as long 
as they were not boy/girl. They promised a bed check at least 
once a night. "If anyone sleeps with a teddy bear" Heidi started, 
"Or in the nude," Bill laughingly added, "Please be sure your 
secrets will be safe with us," Heidi finished. I have a coded key 
that will get into all of the girls rooms and Bill the boys. We 
can set the bolt electronically with a code from the outside and 
you will all be safe. DO NOT SET THE BOLTS. If we get to a room 
and the bolt is set, it will be assumed you are violating and 
your 6 flags pass will be revoked and you will be reported on our 
return. No matter how old you are, you did sign an agreement. 
Don't ruin your trip by being stupid."

I always wondered what those electronic locks were capable of, 
now I knew. I would be setting the chain on our door at the 
Marriott.

"The busses to Six Flags leave from the west parking lot every 
hour, on the hour. There is a safe walkway for each hotel. 
Officially we will leave as a group at 3 o'clock today, 10 
o'clock tomorrow. If you don't leave with us, you won't have the 
ticket to get in. We will return on the 9 o'clock bus each night.
It's 2 o'clock now, Go to your rooms and get settled, and be here 
at 3:00 to leave in that parking lot."
Everyone began to disperse, boys with Bill Fuller to one hotel, 
girls with Heidi Stewart to the other. I caught Heidi's eye and 
gave her a mini-wave with 2 fingers. She winked and mouthed,  "Be 
good," to me. 
Bill fished Kim and Brad's stuff from our trunk. We agreed to 
meet them at nine thirty for dinner at the Marriott that night. 
We were NOT going to the amusement park today, and we doubted 
tomorrow.

Bill went into the Marriott to check in as I gathered things in 
the car that had to go inside with us. He came out with a smirk 
on his face and I stopped what I was doing and dropped my hands 
to my side then brought them up akimbo. 

"What is so funny Bill?" I said, "Walking out here with that smug 
smirky smile?"

"The clerk had me show ID that I was over 18 and was checking my 
credit card and telling me about the amenities of our room. All 
the time he was doing it I could see he was distracted by 
something out here. After he said, "I hope you and Mrs. Wilson 
enjoy your stay" I turned around and saw what he was so 
distracted about," Bill explained.

"What!" I said.

He laughed and said, "You were bending over the trunk and your 
ass was just a picture to see. Those pants are so tight when you 
bend over, and I don't think you are wearing any underwear, well, 
they don't leave much to the imagination."

I blushed and said, "So you think someone ogling my butt is 
funny?"

"No, I think the fact that I'm going to be squeezing, kissing and 
caressing that ass, while he jerks off over it, is funny," he 
said.

His words gave me a warm start between my legs, telling me that I 
was a little randy already. I was hoping that this would not be a 
48-hour sex fest and we could just spend quiet time holding each 
other. But, I would let nature take its course. I wanted Bill 
right now, right in the parking lot. I suppose I could wait a few 
minutes. I turned to finish my gathering of things in the trunk. 
Was it a coincidence that the next bag contained the lube and sex 
toys?

We gathered our stuff and headed for the lobby to take the 
elevator.  
The Desk clerk asked Bill, "Are you SURE you don't want the 
bellman to get those for you, Mr. Wilson?"

"No," Bill said. There's only a couple bags and some personal 
things, we can get them."
I made sure I showed my ass real good to the desk clerk as I 
walked by. I also made sure that I cued Bill to catch him staring 
at me. We laughed like hell on the elevator at his embarrassment.

I never, ever flaunted myself like that. Well maybe alone with 
Bill, but never in public. This was fun. I would never make a 
habit of it, but this lecher had it coming. I hate guys who stare 
at my breasts or my butt. I certainly don't blame them for 
looking, just like I look at an attractive guy. I find a second 
look at me to be flattering. But to stare and live out little 
fantasies in your mind is rude and inappropriate, especially for 
someone who meets the public as much as he.

Bill had pushed the button for the seventh and top floor of the 
hotel and the elevator was smooth and slow to the floor. I 
noticed Bill had to use the room card, after the elevator 
stopped, to open the door. That was weird. I expected the door to 
open in a hallway with a row of doors lining both sides. Instead,
the door opened and there were 4 foyers, each with a red carpet 
leading up to them, and then a short hallway with 4 more foyers 
with the same set-up. 

"Bill, what kind of room do we have? These are like meeting 
rooms. I thought you had a weekender rate," I said.

"No, silly" he said, "They're suites. I have a honeymoon suite as 
a surprise for you. I used part of my graduation money for it. I 
wanted it to be special, for a special time for us. The first 
time we sleep together, and you know I mean sleep."

"My Lord Bill, so extravagant. Can we really afford this," I said 
incredulously waiting for the door to open.

Bill set down the bags, and took the things I had from me and set 
them in front of the door. He put his arms around me and picked 
me up and squeezed me hard, swinging me around. He whispered in 
my ear.
"You are so special and I love you so much, there is nothing too 
good for you, in my eyes. We won't have the time or money for 
these things in college. We deserve this. This is the first of 
many honeymoons for us. It's my gift to you, Carree, from my 
heart, with all my love."

His hug lasted a long time. I could tell he was leaking around 
his eyes.  (If I may step out of the story for a moment: When it 
came to his love for me, he was so sensitive. He never thought he 
deserved me, but I also thought that way about him. I suppose he 
thought I was as special as I did he. I miss him so greatly that 
it hurts. I hope each reader has a love that is so great and so 
deep that words cannot describe your feelings. If I seem lost for 
descriptive words at times, that is why. Please understand)
Bill was embarrassed when his emotions got the best of him and 
his eyes would well up. He didn't like me to see him that way, 
like it would make me think he was less a man. 
Au Contraire, I thought it made him a bigger man. 

He finally put me down and slid the card into the reader and the 
little light turned green. You heard the bolt slide and the door 
automatically jarred. Bill again picked me up, this time with an 
arm around my back and another right under my butt. He was going 
to carry me over the threshold! How Sweet!

He swept me up and used my foot to push the door open and we 
walked through. There was a huge living room with large sofa that 
sat in front of a huge picture window. There was a full kitchen 
off to the right and 2 rooms off the left side of the living 
room. Behind us on the same wall the entrance was, there was a 
writing table and small dinner table with a bowl of fresh flowers 
on it. He didn't put me down yet. Where the right wall met the 
picture window there was a glass door with a light switch near 
it. You couldn't see into the glass-doored room until you pushed 
the button on the light switch. He pressed it with his shoulder 
and fluorescent lighting lit up a room with another picture 
window and a pool. A real indoor pool! It was only about 15 by 10 
feet, but it was like 3 foot deep on one end and it dropped to 
about 6 foot at the other. Small, not for real swimming, but 
real, real cool!

"Bill, you got this for us?" I said flabbergasted.

"No," he said, "Carree this is for you. I wanted you to be so 
happy this weekend. I knew you would flip out. I obviously will 
enjoy it, but I did it for you. Making you happy makes me 
delirious. I love you. Consider this an engagement party, happy 
graduation party weekend. The only people invited are you and me. 
Dress is optional."
 As he said that he put me down and opened his arms for the hug I 
wanted to give him. We hugged and kissed at the door of the pool 
for 5 minutes. We finally broke our kiss and I thought of our 
bags outside the door.

"Let's get our stuff and start enjoying the room and each others 
company," I said like a little kid who found the key to the candy 
store.

Bill went to he still jarred door and got our stuff and brought 
it in and put it in the master bedroom. It was a huge round bed 
with a mirror over it. I was simply giddy and giggly. He took my 
hand and brought me to the other bedroom, and it was a king size 
waterbed.

"OoooBABY!! This can be sex Disneyland this weekend!!" I told 
Bill as I grabbed his hand and arm and jumped around the room 
waving them. I stopped my jumping and turned to him putting my 
arm around the back of his head, drawing him as close as I could 
without kissing. "No just Sex either, LOVE SEX. I can have sex 
with anyone, I can only "make love" to you, and you will be the 
only man I ever make love to."

I pulled away from him and put my hands to his belt and quickly 
undid it. I unbuttoned his pants and drew down his zipper. He 
made no effort to help or stop me. He just smiled at me, each 
time our eyes met. I squatted and pulled his pants down. He was 
wearing boxers with lipstick lips all over them, except for one 
spot. Right over his penis! There was an outline where lips were 
supposed to be, but it was blank and had the words beside it 
"stay within the lines."

"You dirty old man," I said, "How did you know I was going to go 
for this first?"

"I didn't, I just thought they were cute when I saw them at the 
sex shop the other day," Bill said.

"Oh, really, and just what were you getting in the sex shop," I 
asked half serious, half joking.

"Ummm, these shorts and a few other surprises. You know when you 
can't put the big spoon in the soup to taste it, you have to find 
other ways to sample it."

"You're a naughty boy. Do you know what I do with naughty boys?," 
I asked.

"No, but I'll take my chances," he said.

I reached inside the front opening of his shorts and took out his 
hardening cock. It had a little life, but was not yet up to full 
mast yet. Without hesitating I took the head into my mouth with 
the foreskin still over it. I slipped my tongue into the top of 
the opening and gave the head a swirl and then a long suck, 
pushing the foreskin back with my lips. It began to expand in my 
mouth. It was the first time I ever felt him engorging and 
growing in my mouth. I hummed my approval and he pumped blood and 
brought his dick to full staff in my mouth.

"Oooo, that's exciting to feel it grow in my mouth, Bill. I love 
the feel of your penis in my mouth, and the taste of the cream 
that covers the head when it gets under your sheath. Do you want 
to play for a while, or do you want me to make you cum right                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 
away."

"Wow, what a choice. I think I'm gonna cum a lot this weekend, 
lets hold off on that for a while, at least 15 or 20 minutes. 
That might classify as "right away" huh? Let's go to the bed," he 
said.

"As you wish" I said and I dragged him out of the waterbed room 
in to the round-bed room. 

I stopped him at the door and said 
"New policy, no clothes allowed in the bedroom."

With that I took off my sweater top off and revealed my skimpy 
bra, a sleeping bra that let my nipples be themselves in a single 
layer silk cup. I dropped my black cotton stretch pants to reveal 
a G-String that I quickly stepped out of, as well as my little 
pumps. 
I did a spin in front of him and said, "If you want that cock 
sucked you better strip and meet me in the big bed, real soon!"

With that Bill, with his pants already around his knees, stepped 
out of them, or at least tried. He then kicked off his loafers 
and his pants fell off. He stripped off his 2-button pullover and 
was right behind me getting on the bed.

 "I better call the desk clerk and tell him how beautiful that 
ass looks in the nude," Bill said.

"You might want to tell him that you might even be fucking it 
this weekend, if you play your cards right," I said with a tease 
in my voice.

"God, Carree, I'm gonna cum right here with talk like that," he 
said.  

As much as Bill didn't like it when I told him I was his "whore" 
when we were behind closed doors, he sure liked it when I talked 
like one. I never even said "damn" or "hell" in public, but 
certain words like suck, fuck, cock, ass, and pussy really pushed 
his buttons. Although we were "making love" to each other, I 
always felt there was an animal instinct, sort of, flavor to all 
sex acts. Once you opened the door to each event, the rough 
language only made your partner hotter.

I had knelt on the bed and waited for Bill to join me. When he 
hopped up, he stood, and I waited for him to flop down, but he 
didn't. He walked up to my kneeling form and stopped in front of 
me. I reached out to grab his penis, now fully erect.

"Mmmmmmm," I said. "This looks nice today Bill. I think you might 
be going home with a sore dick," said with glint in my eye as I 
positioned my mouth to take in his penis. I let just the head in 
and lolled my tongue over it and then with just the head in my 
mouth I began short stroking it, in and out with my lips never 
going past the ring behind the head. This clearly was to Bills 
liking, but I also knew he wanted to shove it right down my 
throat. I knew he wouldn't do that though. We both knew the value 
of a long, patient, orgasm. 

"Ooo, Ooo Carree. That is so nice. You're so good to me. Ah! Ah! 
Good God! You're going to make me cum so fast," Bill said.

I reached up with my thumb and forefinger to his cock head to 
simulate the motion of my lips so I could speak without losing 
him, "Do you want to cum fast honey? . . . or do you want to slow 
it down and we can play. It's your call, baby. You won't be 
selfish, because your cumming will just about put me over the 
top," I asked.

"Get me off now, otherwise I may just shoot while we're playing" 
he said as I replaced my lips over the head of his beautiful 
dick.

Our last alone and private moment was up in the writing room. He 
had licked me from head to toe and was cornering my pussy and 
butthole for their tongue-bath when he groaned and just shot off 
in the air. There was cum everywhere, including my hair, his 
shoes on the floor, and lots on the slouch couch. We had started 
a 69 that day, but he just went nuts with his tongue all over me. 
I had his penis teased up pretty good when he pulled from my 
mouth and began my body bath. He must have been past the hot 
anticipation stage and he just couldn't hold it back. I didn't 
want a premature ejaculation today. I wanted to taste and feel 
that explosion.

I no more than replaced my lips over his head when I began to 
taste the leakage he was experiencing. We were not far from blast 
off. I hadn't given him a total "lips only" orgasm and was hoping 
to complete it this way. I had both of my hands between my legs 
with my lips between my stiff forefingers, sawing back and forth.

At one point he tipped his head back to groan and he saw the 
mirrored ceiling.

"Oh man, what a sexy show" he said as he saw me sucking his 
cockhead from a new angle.

I looked up the best I could, I WAS a little busy, but saw the 
show he was watching. Seeing me with a penis in my mouth was a 
new sight. It clearly made him hot and thrust him right to the 
edge of his orgasm.

"Uttttt, Uttttt, Orrrtt, ho, ho, ho,  . . .heww!" he expounded 
uncontrollably. "Use your hand, Care, stroke it!!"

"Unt Uhhhh," I hummed. I was determined to finish him off with 
lips only. Besides, my hands were busy.

I knew he was going to be out of control in a second so I reached 
up with my hands and grabbed his and placed the 4 hands on his 
butt. As the first big watery shot hit the back of my throat he 
began to pump his dick in and out of my mouth, way past any depth 
I had ever tried before.

"Heewww, Heewww, Heewww, Heewww, he bellowed as he thrust to get 
the friction he wanted to draw the cum from his balls. But, he 
didn't need any help. He was filling my mouth with his semen as 
fast as I could swallow it. Four jets and four quick swallows had 
me ready for more. We had a rhythm of pump - shoot - swallow that 
I could have kept up until I was full, but the jets stopped and 
he was just oozing now. I was able to taste this much better, and 
I knew he had eaten his pineapple last night. 
We had read that pineapple made semen taste sweeter and more 
pleasant. Well, it was true! So whenever we planned an alone 
moment, he loaded up with the Hawaiian fruit. 

He had stopped thrusting to my mouth and was letting me just hum 
and lick and suck the final oozing from his orgasm. The shutters 
were beginning to where he couldn't stand my tongue and lips on 
his super sensitive penis. When he was out of patience with me he 
just fell back and flopped down, pulling the head from my mouth.

I wasn't done yet, though. I grabbed that cock and gave it one 
more squeeze and a huge blob of cum oozed out the hole and began 
to run down the sides. I thrust my mouth over him once more to 
suck this off. He tried to push me away, but I could not be 
denied. I lay between his legs, is balls just an inch from my 
chin and both hands on his penis. I squeezed one more and a 
little drop appeared. He wiped it from the head and held the 
finger out to me. I licked it and then bit the finger keeping it 
in my teeth. With it in my teeth I got up on all fours and 
crawled up to his mouth. I dropped the finger from my mouth and 
pushed my mouth over his and had a long tonguing kiss. Then we 
both fell back into the bed. 
I think we might be tired enough for a little nap.

I remember being half awake and letting things run through my 
mind. I was thinking about our sex life, and how much I loved 
Bill. At the end of my driveway, where we usually parked and said 
our goodnights, we spent a lot of time with our hands in each 
other's pants. We were fully charged as a couple, but we limited 
our sex play to getting each other off with our hands, and 
masturbating in front of each other. We saved oral sex for 
occasion when we could be alone, free, and naked. Somehow, it 
felt dirty in the car, plus you had to keep looking out to be 
sure we weren't being spied on. Making love should be free and 
easy expression. We had tried anal sex once and we both greatly 
enjoyed it. The preparation and time it took to do properly and 
expressively, restricted us from doing it since. We thought we 
might have the time this weekend, if we felt so moved. It did 
have drawbacks that could ruin some of the quality alone time we 
had. We would let the chips fall, as they say. 
The stress of the trip and the mouth fucking I had given Bill 
earlier had worn him out, as well as me. It was the first time I 
had given him a full oral session, a blowjob, if you will, 
without him reciprocating. I wasn't disappointed; we had just 
collapsed and fell asleep. God, I loved having his penis in my 
mouth. How expressive an act that is, and pornographers have made 
it a dirty degrading thing. To feel him fully erect at the peak 
of his passion on my tongue, in my mouth was just incredible. 
Your mouth can feel every little nuance of anything that it 
senses. The flesh, gums, inner lips and tongue surface of the 
mouth are 18 to 24 square inches of surface, if stretched out. If 
you get a piece of hair, or fleck sand in it, you can feel it. No 
wonder it makes such a good orifice for sex. You can hold your 
lovers most sensitive organ in your mouth and feel every little 
thing about it, including the beat of his heart. The fact that 
your fine sensory instincts can tell the difference in taste of 
his penis, as opposed to his finger, tells you that there is 
something special there. Plus, being uncircumcised, when his 
glans has been inside the sheath, it develops a light creamy 
layer that has a distinctive taste. When unwashed for a long 
time, I have learned that this becomes quite unpleasant in smell 
and taste. But, we are always clean for each other and just 
hygienic people, overall. 

I am sure he appreciates me being hygienic, as much as I do he. 
He loves to lick and suck at my vagina, both over it and in it. 
His tongue truly drives me crazy. I am totally shaved between my 
legs, shedding all of the hair above, around and on my genitals. 
I originally did it for me, to make me feel more free and 
sensual, on the advice of a girlfriend. But, now I also do it for 
Bill, who just loves the feel of my smooth pussy on his tongue. 
He truly tries to lick and suck at every inch he can reach, 
including my little butthole and the sensitive areas around it. 
He just drives me crazy, especially when, after sensitizing that 
whole area with his tongue, he centers on my clitoris, licking, 
sucking and biting at it. After his previous ministrations, my 
clit is already fully engorged and swollen. He makes me cum so 
hard, and I get so wet. He is a student and fan of the G-spot and 
he found mine early on, once we started having any sort of 
intimate relations. It is about one and a half inches in from the 
upper wall of my vagina, behind my clit. When he stimulates it 
with his finger I just go off like you would not believe. I 
squirt an ejaculate fluid that is thin, milky and sweet to the 
taste, although the aftertaste of it is like a musty basement. 
When I squeeze that out, I have no or little control over myself. 
My breathing stops and starts, I lose coordination and think I 
even pass out sometimes. I have, at times, fully violently 
slapped Bill to get him off the spot. Not to hurt him, but there 
is no other reaction I can have to get him to stop. No other ways 
of communication are working. I am told I am blessed to have this 
ability, but I am convinced it is Bill who activates it. He is 
such a knowledgeable lover. The only time I had one of these G-
spot orgasms without direct stimulation inside my vagina, was 
during anal sex. I was on my back with my legs up. I believe his 
penis was rubbing the G-spot area through my intestine wall. I 
was simply without control over any function or myself at that 
time. My orgasms are all truly incredible, and all of them are 
different. This is why sex is so special to me. It is a new 
experience, no matter where or when it takes place. 

I remember thinking of all these things about our sex lives 
through the haze of exhaustion and then I realized where I was, 
and whom I was with. I was fluttering my eyes awake and looking 
straight up at my reflection, in the nude with Bill spooned in 
the same state of undress, behind me.  We were away from home, 
alone, together. Oh what a great feeling. We had each other, all 
to each other. I saw something move and suddenly I felt my breast 
being caressed. Fully awake and focused I saw Bill in the mirror 
massaging my breast.

"Ohh, that's nice." I said as I touched his hand that was 
caressing me, "I've been in a haze thinking about us, about our 
sex, our love, just so many things in general about our love 
life. Kind of like a dream where I was explaining it all to 
someone or myself. Yes, it was a dream," I said as I realized how 
out of it I really was a few seconds ago.

Bill pulled me closer to him and I felt his softened penis right 
against my bare vulva. It had been there right along, but his 
movement renewed my awareness. God, how I wished he could just 
slide that beautiful penis up inside of me. How much could it 
matter if he just did it for a minute or two? It was then I 
realized that I was sliding back into my sexual reverie. My 
temptation was an alarm to wake me fully again. This was why 
alcohol and sex didn't mix well. It was easy to talk yourself 
into things. Here I was totally sober, but weakened by my state 
of reverie and I was ready to give Bill my virginity. I forced 
myself awake again.

"Mmmm your penis fits nicely right here huh? You fit nicely all 
over. THIS is making love. Just holding each other knowing we are 
one," I said accompanied by a contented sigh.

"I was thinking the same thing," Bill said. "This is just like 
doing it. The satisfaction is the same. I feel like we are the 
only two people in the world, and even though we aren't, I don't 
care about anything else right now."

"Mmmmm you are taking the words from my mouth. This is making 
love," I said as I patted his hand on my breast again. "However, 
really making love would be nice. I would love for you to be 
inside of me this weekend. You know . . . deep inside, back 
there? I want to feel you there. It would be so complete for us 
if you think we should. We need to get to a pharmacy, though."

"Oooo, that sounds nice. Are you sure you're up to it? The last 
time it seemed to take a lot out of you," he said.

"I know," I replied. "But, the last time I had skied the whole 
day before and was tired and scared before we started. Now I'm in 
better shape, running track with the team helped a lot. I'm glad 
they let me run with them."

"I'll say you're in good shape. Do you think that desk clerk was 
drooling at nothing? You could pose for any magazine there is. 
You could be a model, easy. Plus all those models have 22 or 24-
inch waists, with a 30-inch bust. You must be a 36, and your tits 
are perfect. Maybe I'll take some pictures of YOU," Bill said.

"You won't take pictures of ME, you can see me whenever you wish. 
I am not a display piece. I'm yours and yours alone. For your, 
and only your, information, I just went to a 36 C bra and am 36- 
22 - 35. I really don't think I'm pretty enough to be a model, 
but thanks for the compliment, lover boy. One more thing, they 
are not tits, they are breasts, or even my boobs. Strippers have 
fake tits. I have nice breasts. Know the difference." I 
explained.

"Gee, Carree, don't get mad. I was just joking about the 
pictures; I don't even have a camera anymore. On the other, 
believe me, I know yours are breasts, and they are absolutely 
perfect. I didn't mean to say anything to hurt you," Bill 
backpedaled.

"I know, Bill. I'm just a little sensitive about my body. More 
and more I realize that it gets stared at. I don't mind an 
appreciative gaze, but I don't like being mentally undressed. 
It's an invasion of my, and your, privacy. What you see here is 
yours, as well as mine. I expect you to respect that," I said.

"I do, Carree, and you know it. Never doubt me. I would never 
hold you up to be a spectacle," Bill assured me.

"Bill, if I didn't know or think that, do you think I would have 
said I would marry you?" I said as I patted him on the thigh.
 
He began to slide away from me saying "I'm going to shower, OK?"

"If that's what you want to do," I said. "We have no plans"

"Yeah, I'm going to shower" he said stopping and dropping his 
head between my legs. "I'm going to shower your pussy with 
kisses." Before I had a chance to prepare myself he had his 
tongue swishing up my slit and I was bouncing on the bed.
 
"Bill, wait! Let me lay back with a pillow," I asked him but he 
had me sideways (if you can be sideways on a round bed) on the 
bed on my stomach with his head burrowed up my crotch laying wide 
swaths of tongue on me. He managed to turn over so he was on his 
stomach and his mouth on my upturned crotch. Soon he had me 
pulled up to my knees and he was kneeling behind me eating my 
pussy and asshole. I wasn't 100 percent sure about him eating my 
ass, it had been 6 hours or more since my shower, but he had 
tongued me there enough now that if there was anything unpleasant 
there, he had his chance to stop. He slid his finger deep and far 
up my pussy while he licked at my clit, making me simply crazy. 
Just when I would get into a rhythm to develop an orgasm he would 
stop and switch. He was making me a little crazy, until I 
realized he was doing it intentionally to build up the 
electricity of my event. Finally he had me on my knees with my 
face buried in the bed. He was on his back with just his face 
under me, licking at my pussy and clit. I could feel him bring 
his hand to his mouth and I wondered what he was doing. Then I 
felt his thumb go to my asshole and wipe a generous wad of spit 
there. Then he was at his mouth again, as he stopped his licking 
to load up the thumb. 

After he did this a third time, I finally said. "Please don't 
stop licking me Bill, just keep going, you have had me so close."

I felt the third thumb of spit go to my asshole and he dove into 
my clit with a vengeance. He rolled his thumb over and through 
the dimple of my upturned ass to the point where it felt almost 
like his wet tongue there. Then he trapped my clit between his 
teeth, not biting, but certainly not letting me get it away 
painlessly, and he attacked it with his tongue. I was at the edge 
of coming, drawing quick breaths and catching my breaths in my 
throat. Just as I was about to go off, he sunk his thumb, as far 
as it would go, up my ass. All hell broke loose as I humped his 
face in an uncontrolled spasm of orgasm. His thumb up my ass hurt 
like hell for a second and then the fire turned into warmth and I 
wanted more of his tongue and thumb. I finally caught my breath 
as he stopped licking my clit, but kept the sawing motion of his 
thumb in my ass. I felt the thumb turn all the way over, and then 
I realized he was turned over and coaxing me too. But he would 
not let me off his thumb. 
I moved myself to my back, his thumb buried in my bowels, my legs 
on either side of him. He pulled me toward him until my cheeks 
rested in his lap, just over his penis. He could bend over and 
kiss my pussy and lick my clit. Any squirm I made, I felt in my 
ass as he now had his hand under me with its thumb up my ass and 
my pussy between that and his mouth. If I moved I was fucking 
myself on his thumb. He kissed and licked more on my pussy. I got 
ready to come again and tried to rise up off his thumb, but I 
couldn't, unless I could get his face out of my pussy, and didn't 
want that. 
Finally my big orgasm came and he let me go right over the top 
with a big hard one. I was gasping, digging it real good, when 
finally I had to dislodge his tongue from my pussy or I was going 
to explode.

"Please Bill, No more, Please, no more, PLEEEEEZE," I begged. 

And he stopped. "All you had to do was ask," he said cutely as I 
laid there huffing and puffing, my orgasm ebbing away, coming 
back like a wave in the sand, every couple minutes.  . . .until 
it finally was calm.

"Ohhhhhhh Bill, you are a bad boy. Assaulting my ass without 
telling me. Naughty naughty." I scolded him.

"You never told me to take it out, you never said to stop," I 
said.

"If you had stopped, I would have been more crazy. It was 
great!!" I told him.

It was the first time he penetrated my butt when it was not my 
idea, and I didn't know it was coming. It hurt a lot at first, 
but it went away quick. I should have been mad, but I wasn't. If 
I had shrieked when he did it, I am sure he would have stopped. I 
was in that "after orgasm" state when I realized his thumb was 
still buried in my butt. Thumbs don't lose interest and get soft 
like a penis does.

"Umm, Bill, do you think we could take your thumb out of my butt 
now," I said with a smile.

"What would you think if we just grabbed the lube and did up my 
cock and replaced my thumb with it? You ARE all stretched out. 
THIS would be spontaneous." He said, trying to convince me of 
something I would have normally turned away in a second.

"Bill! That first time I took a long time to prepare, cleaned 
myself out, filled myself with lube. I don't know," I hedged.

"You are on the bed, I am on the bed. I have a hard on. You have 
a stretched out little hole. You must be clean, because I can 
feel nothing up there. I can reach the bag with the lube from 
here. In a couple minutes, I can have this big
hard, 
stiff, 
cock,
lubed,
and sliding, 
inside, 
your cute ass.
I say it's worth a try," he said emphasizing the key words of his 
proposition.

"Ok, Bill" I said resigning myself to his wishes. "If it hurts 
any more than it should, you'll stop when I ask?"

"I promise," he said. 

"Fuck my ass, or should I say TRY to fuck my ass"

With that Bill scooted over, keeping his thumb in place, to the 
edge of the bed where the bags lay. He reached inside and pulled 
out the new and old tubes of KY. He slipped off the cap of the 
old and motioned me to flip over. I kept his tub in as I did. He 
started fucking his thumb in and out of me and I could feel the 
cold KY surround the digit. Soon he was better lubed and pushing 
his thumb with greater ease, in and out, in and out. 

I can tell you I was turned on, but afraid. He was busying 
himself behind me, and I assumed he was lubing his cock.
"Just about ready, baby. Lots and lots of lube for you," he said.

I heard the sticky slop and glop of lube as he stroked it to his 
cock.

"Ok, in a second, I'm going to take my thumb out. When I do I'll 
squeeze some more lube up there and then we will turn you on your 
back, so you can face me again. Ok?" he said.

"All Right Bill, just be sure we have enough lube.," I insisted.

 I felt him pulling his thumb from my butt. I wanted to be 
careful not to kegel at all, so I wouldn't close up. His thumb 
popped from my butt, and I was somewhat missing it from the 
second it left. I waited for the cool ooze of KY jelly to go into 
me.

Then from nowhere Bill placed the head of his KY coated dick to 
the ring of my asshole and shoved in the head and another inch in 
one shot.

"BILL, What are you doing? You were going to turn me over. Take 
it out!!" I yelled

"Let me try it, right here, right now. Tell me it hurts we'll 
stop. I promise," Bill pleaded.

"We shouldn't, you might hurt me. Although it doesn't really hurt 
now," I cried.

"Let's be spontaneous, lets try it. If it doesn't work, I'll 
stop," he said, still not moving his cock from my asshole where 
he still had painless pressure on me.

 "Ok, Bill, but be careful and don't hurt me," I pleaded.

"Carree, imagine me hurting you on purpose," he said.
 
With those words, I trusted him, because I couldn't imagine him 
hurting me on purpose.

He put more pressure on my butthole and I tried to let him in. 
The pain began to build and I was going to stop him when he broke 
through. I caught my breath in short spurts over and over as he 
found his way to my big muscle. He held his dick there for a 
moment or two and then began to move, not much more than the 
length of an eye blink, back and forth. I felt pressure on the 
muscle, but I did not feel it give, or relax. He kept the mini 
strokes up on me and finally it let him past about an inch. I 
startled for a second and panicked.
 "Stop!!" I said, followed by, "OK, Ok ok, ok, try to put a 
little more in"
Bill chuckled, "I'm up to my balls inside you Carree. I'm going 
to fuck you now."

I laughed with Bill when I realized he was all the way in me. 
Between his thumb and my orgasm, I must have just opened up. He 
knew it, he had felt it, but I had no way of knowing. All the 
nerve endings are in the ring and the sphincter. After that I was 
feeling mostly on instinct. 

Bill pulled from me a little and pushed back in. It was 
wonderful. I knew I wasn't as loose and free as the first time we 
did this, but it was still nice, and in some ways even better. We 
had a little more friction going, so I felt more when he was 
sawing at me. I also knew that meant I would be more sore unless 
we went fast, or he would have to stop and relube. Bill realized 
the same thing. He held me close and bent over me and grabbed my 
breasts and put his mouth by my ear.

"I think you are opened up pretty good now. Why don't we switch 
positions so I can face you and hold you, but when I come out 
I'll have to put more KY inside, OK?," he reasoned.

Mmmmm, whatever you say," I said, "as long as I can feel you 
inside of me."

Bill pulled his penis from me and patted me on the ass. I turned 
over and brought my legs up and locked them with my elbows. Bill 
opened the new tube of KY and was filling his fingertips with it 
and pushing it in my dilated butthole. I was trying to sneak a 
peek at his penis to make sure here wasn't any "unpleasantness" 
on it. If it was there, I didn't see it.

Bill put more lube on his penis and put the tip at my upturned 
little hole. He looked up at me and smiled.

"Someday, I will be pushing this into your pussy, and I can't 
wait for the day. I think of that every time I sit in front of 
you like this. You are a sight, so beautiful" he said. Then he 
pushed into me. I grunted a little at the sudden re-intrusion, 
but there was no pain, just the feeling of being full, full of 
Bill and his love. Facing each other like this we started long 
strokes right away. I was getting close to an orgasm in no time 
and I knew it was going to be a dandy. I was beginning to leave 
everything behind, my breathing shortened, I was flailing my 
legs. I looked at Bill and he was breathing hard through clenched 
teeth and making as many weird breathing and panting noises as I 
was. We were going to come together. As soon as the realization 
of such hit me, I went off. My breathing stopped and started, my 
heart raced and I turned red with 2 quick volleys of gush coming 
from my pussy. Bill was pumping like nuts into my bowels, as he 
was cumming too. His thrusts were making me go off more and I had 
to stop him in order to breathe again, it seemed.

 - - - - - - - -

The next thing I knew Bill was mopping my forehead with a cool 
towel and calling my name. I woke up with a start.

"I passed out? Oh No, am I Ok? How long was I out?," I asked 
panicked.

"Easy Carree, easy. You scared the crap out of me too, but you've 
only been out for 20 or 30 seconds. I just got the towel. You're 
fine."

The last thing I remember was, my eyes rolling back in their 
sockets and thinking to myself that I had to get Bill to stop his 
fucking because my G-spot was over-stimulated and making me into 
a writhing mess. I knew he was cumming and stopping him would be 
impossible and quite impolite, sexually. I remember thinking the 
first time we did this, that if he weren't in my ass, I would 
have shit on the spot. I was that out of control again.

I filled my lungs with air and made a cleansing breath, followed 
by more of the same to bring me back to total reality.

"I guess I'm alright, I said. Gawwwwwwd that was such a huge 
orgasm and I had no control. That little G spot has a mind of its 
own. I never thought what would happen if you came at the same 
time. Did you finish your orgasm?," I asked.

"Wow, I guess I did. You must be flooded inside. Don't try to 
move until I get you a towel. They wouldn't appreciate you 
pooping cum all over the bedspread. I only hope we can get your 
ejaculation out of it," he said as he pointed to two big wet 
spots on the spread.

"Wow, I'm sorry, Bill. I have no control," I offered.

"I know, silly. Don't worry about it," he rebuffed.

Then I noticed he had a towel over his genitals. I looked at it, 
and then at him. "Problem?," I said.

"Yeah, a little. There IS something to you doing all the 
preparing for butt-sex. You know, unpleasantness ?. . . ."

"Ohhhhhh, I understand. Why don't you get me a towel, so I can 
get to the toilet, and then you jump in the shower? Where is the 
bathroom, come to think of it?," I asked not believing we had 
been there 3 hours or so and not yet had to look for it.

"Theres one in each bedroom, but this one is the master, with a 
whirlpool, a commode and a bidet'. Pretty cool, huh?" he said.

"I don't feel so cool. I'm trying real hard to pucker and I may 
be leaking." I said as he took the towel from his genitals and 
gave it to me and rushed to get another one for me.

He just came around the corner with the second towel when I was 
walking towards the bathroom already, on weak legs I might add, 
the towel he gave me held up like a diaper. 

"Let me through, Bill" I said as I rushed past him and sat on the 
john and let things run out of me. There was cum and KY, but 
traces of BM too.

"That's the last time we will do that without the prep. As usual, 
you were right," Bill said sheepishly as he watched me.

"Are you enjoying the show, Bill? How about privacy?," I said.

"For Gods sake Carree, you just had my penis in your ass, and 
your mouth. I had my tongue in your ass and your pussy. What's 
private? Bill reasoned.

"I suppose you're right," I said as I reached for the paper.

"Why don't you use the bidet? It will clean you and you can pat 
dry instead of having to rub that sensitive little hole." Bill 
said.

"I suppose that's one of the reasons half the world uses these 
things," I said as I straddled the unit and figured how to use 
it.

"I'm getting in the shower," Bill said leaving me to play with 
the fountain flow.

I finished and patted dry, only to realized I was going to be 
getting into the shower with Bill in a moment. I was about to 
gather clothes for afterward when I remembered we were "clothing 
optional" still.

I went into the room beside the commode and bidet where the huge 
shower stall was, a giant round tub and a whirlpool. I could live 
like this. The whole room said sex. Bill in the shower washing 
his penis looked like he was jerking off. THAT gave me a warmie 
right in my sex. Geez, was there no satisfying me?

" Are you sure its clean?," I said. " The difference between 
washing and jerking off is state of mind, you know."

"Very funny. I don't think I need to jerk off as long as I have 
you around. I can't make the cum fast enough for you," he 
laughed.

"Please word your complaint properly so management can understand 
your problem," I said coldly, and then turned showing him my ass 
and smiling.

"I could call you a cock-tease, but that would mean I didn't like 
it," he said.

I reached out and held his balls in my hand, saying "it's only 
teasing if I didn't come through. After giving you a blowjob and 
letting you fuck my butt, not too many courts would convict me of 
being a tease."

"Point taken, counselor" he said as he tipped his face to kiss 
me.

It was a long slow tonguing kiss under the shower. Me, holding 
his balls, he massaging my breasts, we were both ready for 
another round of love. Good Lord, I loved this man. I could not 
get enough of him. When the kiss broke, I bent and took his soft, 
sheathed, penis into my mouth, bathed it best I could with my 
tongue and took it out. I held it in my hand and spoke right to 
it, "Sorry if I gave you the shitty end before."

Bill laughed and kissed me again. "I think he likes you," he said 
pointing down at his newly rising dick.

I shook my head and said "Is there no satisfying you? I only have 
one hole left, and you're not getting that one quite yet."

"You were the one who put it in your mouth," he said.

"I know. Blame it on me," I resigned myself to being the martyr. 
"I'll tell you what. If he's that randy, jerk him off. I'll be 
there for the finish. I do love that cock."

Bill smiled and said. "Let's see if he goes away by the end of 
the shower," and we finished washing each other.

In the 10 minutes it took to wash our bodies and our hair, Little 
Bill didn't go away.

"If you want to get him off, get started honey," I said.

He grabbed his cock and ran his hand up and down the length. He 
pressed his lips to mine and pinned me to the shower wall.

"You want my cum again, do you? But you don't think you can get 
it yourself. I'll jerk it off for you, my sweet" he whispered.

My lips were a little sore from the "lips only" sucking I had 
given him earlier, and I didn't want to have swollen lips to go 
out with later, let alone walk funny from being butt stuffed 
earlier.
But, if he had to cum, I was ready to feel it in my mouth.

I started watching Bill jerk his dick off. I began to add some 
inspiration for him by reminding him of the times I sucked him 
before, let him fuck my butt. He was getting hot.

"Remember the first time I swallowed your whole load, Bill. You 
were jerking off, just like now and I just couldn't help myself. 
I put my lips right over that beautiful cock as it shot and I 
felt those spurts hit me right in the bac . . . . ." I was saying 
when he yelled.

"I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, Oh God, I'm gonna cum"

I went to my knees in the shower and put my mouth over the head 
of his cock as he began to moan and groan in orgasm.
I looked up just in time to see him throw his head back to give 
up his seed. I felt him spurt once on my tongue and then ooze 
more out. I held all of it in my mouth as I tongued the under 
side of the head. I kept this up until he could stand no more, 
and pulled away, a last little spasm sending just a bit more of 
thick, almost curd like, thick cum into my mouth. I hated the way 
that felt, I didn't want to swallow that. But for his third 
orgasm in as many hours I guess I couldn't expect "grade A" 
stuff. He grabbed his penis and turned away to protect it from 
me. I took this opportunity to spit this thick, almost lumpy 
sperm from my mouth down the drain. I managed to keep some of the 
more liquid part to taste and satisfy my urge to enjoy his 
orgasm.

"Man, we are going to kill each other, if we stay in this room" 
he said.

"What a way to go, though," I said, "But we ought to get you 
cleaned up so we can get some clothes on you and go outside a 
bit"

"ME! Cleaned up. I just have a few late spermies on my pee pee. 
Man, you have to brush your teeth, too," he laughed at me.

"What," I spat back "Just whose cum do you think you smell on my 
breath?"

We both laughed at each other and finished our shower, without 
further event.

Even after just a few hours of honeymooning, I could see that we 
were going to be sex crazed all weekend, trying to make up for 
past and future lost time. We had to resist our urges a little, 
or the rest of the sex for the weekend would be painful and 
rubbed raw sex. We had to contain ourselves until at least when 
we went to bed tonight.

As we dressed I was running through my mind the things we could 
do that afternoon. There was not a whole lot of shopping right 
around here, not compared to the big malls in and near the City. 
But, we had promised no side trips to that area so I thought we 
might ask the desk clerk or concierge where we might shop 
locally. I wanted to get to a pharmacy and maybe get some 
supplies for doing the butt nasty again. I wasn't sore back 
there, and thought I might be game for another round. This might 
be our last chance for a while. 
(As hideous an act as anal intercourse seems when you think about 
someone else doing it, it was really quite pleasurable, intimate 
and personal. It can be messy and painful. A girlfriend of mine 
tells me that it is quite common in adult films now, and men just 
stick it in the girl, never showing the prep. It is just not that 
easy. The prep is most important and should not be glossed over)

I don't know what Bill was thinking as I watched him getting 
dressed. Neither of us spoke and I assumed he was running events 
and plans through his head too. Too much sex can be a problem 
too, I guess. I just wanted each time we made love to be special. 

How I wish I could take him into my vagina. I am betting I 
wouldn't have such a G-spot problem then. Imagine, I'm 
complaining about too many, or too wild orgasms. In regular 
vaginal intercourse I am betting you get less direct stimulation 
of the spot. I also wonder how sensitive it would be if Bill 
hadn't looked for it and found it. Did he wake it up? I was 
thinking that I might have to spend more time in the library in 
order to have a better sex life.

Bill went to the mirror to straighten his collar and I came up 
behind him and picked lint from his pant leg, and fixed his 
collar. He turned around and I told him he was handsome.
 
He said, "Great, because you are beautiful, so we must make a 
great couple. Watch out, here come the Bill Wilsons."

"Thank God your parents didn't call YOU Willie, like your Dad," I 
said.

"I have aunts and uncles who call me Little Willie," Bill said 
with a devious smile.

I patted his crotch and said "This is the only Little Willie in 
THIS family, and by the only standard I know, he's not exactly 
little. C'mon Mr. Wilson lets get out in public where we have to 
keep our hormones in check."

"OK," he said as he showed me to the door and we called the 
elevator.


The concierge showed us easy ways to get to the local malls and 
there were a lot more than we thought. As much as we thought we 
were in the middle of nowhere, we were still in a populace area 
of New Jersey. We had a great time walking through the malls, 
hitting snack bars for drinks, pretzels, ice cream, and the like. 
We fed each other, holding hands, hugging, kissing and joking and 
generally acting what we were; a young couple in love who wanted 
to sweep through their day so they could spend their night alone 
in each other's arms. If this was the life a young married couple 
would lead, we were well suited. We were quite aware, as well, of 
the other worries that young marrieds had with finances, 
financial and social stability, working, and providing a roof 
over our heads. We thought our college plans and the promise to 
wait until they were complete before marriage, made a lot of 
sense. But we also knew what a job it would be to not be tempted 
to run off and get married without the safety nets we needed in 
place. The lure of being alone together with nothing to worry 
about but sex was great. We were both strong in our resistance of 
that "fun now, pay later" attitude and were aware of how blind it 
was for those who chose it.

We found a multiplex cinema at the second mall we got to. We 
decided to take in a movie to wile the afternoon away. It was 
almost five o'clock and we had planned on meeting Kim and Brad 
for dinner at 9:30. We saw Sharon Stone in Sliver. It was kind of 
a "scary sexy thriller" that never really lived up to any of 
those descriptions. It was OK, but not on my list of movies to 
rent later on.
 We got back to the Hotel about 7:45 and went up to our suite. I 
thought I would try out the pool. When Bill let us in I went 
right for the bedroom and started to strip.

"Let's go skinny dipping!" I said as I shook off my clothes.

"My lord," Bill said, "We truly are hillbilly folk in flatlander 
territory"

Bill also stripped down and was just behind me when I opened the 
door to the private pool. Although it was small, the water was 
nice, and for 2 people, just large enough to give you the feel of 
being in a pool, rather than a big bath tub. I was just about to 
jump in when I stopped and thought aloud. 
"If I get in there and get my hair wet and chlorined, I'll have 
to shower again"

"So we'll have to shower again, what are you afraid of, getting 
wet," Bill said.

"Well, I guess you have a point there," I said as I jumped in the 
water.

It was hard to be nude in a pool and not be sexual, or at least 
think sexual. Bill watched me for a few minutes and he was 
raising his flag.

"Bill, have you no control at all?" I asked.

"I'm sorry Carree, but you may not realize it, but you have a 
body that could give a statue a hard on," Bill defended.

"Well, as much as I would love another session with you, I was 
really hoping we could go to bed tonight and be randy together.
If we get off now, we are going to be getting in the "do it till 
it hurts" stage. My "shooter" is a little sore right now. We 
should wait," I assessed. 

"I agree," Bill said. "I don't have to relieve myself every time 
it goes up. I'll be OK. The longer I wait after being aroused, 
the more stuff I'll produce"

"Oooo really," I said. "So if I keep you on ice till morning, I 
won't have to order breakfast?" 

"You, CARREE, are a pervert sometimes. It's a good thing you quit 
the nuns, they wouldn't put up with your eating habits," Bill 
sarcastically joked.

I came over to Bill and reached into the water grabbing his 
penis, saying, "If the nuns ever got a taste of this, the convent 
would be empty." I gave his little head a squeeze and said, "He 
can wait till a little later. If I can, he can"

We generally laughed and played in the water, making sex jokes, 
and sometimes talking seriously until I saw it was a quarter to 
nine.

"We better get going if we have to meet them in 45 minutes," I 
said.

"Let me go and shower ahead of you so I can control myself, then 
you can get in. If you're nice, I may dry your hair for you," 
Bill said.

Bill jumped out of the pool and went to shower leaving me alone. 
I hopped out of the pool and began to dry off. I was thinking how 
enjoyable the last couple hours were alone with Bill. THIS, 
besides the sex, was the alone time we talked about needing. Just 
being ourselves, with ourselves. The time flew by. Life was good. 
Our life together would be good. I generally puttered around the 
big suite until I heard Bill call me to the shower.

I walked into the boudoir and Bill was just getting dried off and 
was putting on that big thick robe they give you to use. 

"We're just dressing casual for dinner, right? Khaki's and sport 
shirt?," Bill said as we passed stopped and kissed.

I went into the shower, but turned as I walked in. Bill was 
watching my ass as I walked away.

"You never turn it off do you, Bill," I laughed and said.

"I will never get enough of looking at that ass," he answered 
with a big grin.

"Holy Cow, Bill. You've screwed it and you still have to look at 
it all the time?" I asked.

"I told you, I'll never get enough," he said.

"Men!" I said, "and their fascination with tits and asses" as I 
closed the shower stall.

By the time I got out of the shower Bill was dressed and ready.

"Oooo, you smell good. I might pick you up tonight," I said as I 
passed by.
I was still in underwear and searching for a blouse I had bought 
today. Bill went to the window and said he saw the Six Flags bus 
pull in the lot. Kim and Brad would be on time.

At nine thirty Bill and I stepped out of the elevator right 
beside the restaurant in the hotel. Kim and Brad were just 
walking in. They were fried from the day at the amusement park.

"You missed nothing today, Carree. It was hot as hell and the 
lines were unbelievable. You guys look fresh and ready to go 
out," Kim said.

"I hate places like that Kim. We had a nice time, went shopping 
and even took a dip in the pool," I said.

Brad had a disgusted look on his face saying, "I bet that's all 
you did," with a snicker.

Dinner was nice and by the time we were looking at the dessert 
menu, we were the only 4 left in the place.

Our waiter came over and asked if we wanted anything else, and we 
asked if they were closing.

"Well, not really. The bar area is attached and we were just 
going to close the entrance to the bar. I'm assuming you are all 
underage for the bar, so I was going to tell you that you could 
stay here and talk for a while, as long as you settle up and have 
everything you're going to need. Once the Chef has the kitchen 
closed and cleaned I call the manager who takes care of closing 
up. He can let you out. Plus you could get out through the bar"

"That sounds nice," Bill said as he gave his room key to put it 
on our tab. "Leave a pitcher of ice water and we are all set. 
Thanks for the consideration."

"Bill, I can't let you pay for all of this," Brad said.

"You settle up with cash with me now and I'll pay for the whole 
thing when we check out, OK?" Bill said.

Brad reached in his wallet and gave Bill cash to take care of 
things and the tip. The waiter brought the check and the water. 
Bill signed the tab and suddenly we were alone. 

"It's eleven," Brad said. "What time do they make bed checks?"

Kim perked up from her doldrums "They gave no specific time. I 
left a note for Heidi just saying I was with Brad and NOT in 
either hotel. That will have to be good enough for her."

"If she and Mr. Fuller compare notes, I think they will give you 
some slack," I added. "So, ummm, have you guys worked out your 
little spat on the way down here today? It's bad to argue about 
sex. It's supposed to be something that draws you together, not 
make you fight."

Kim was first to answer. "I can't believe you want to dole out 
sex advice, Care."

"I,. . .WE just hated to see you fight and be so combative, over 
sex!!" I said. "Just think about the fun you two have together as 
a couple and the future you might have, but those possibilities 
can't be explored because you have put this wall in between you. 
And, what is the wall made of? Resentment about sex! Sex, the one 
communication line that needs no words. The one line of give and 
take that communicates, your spirits, your beings, your feelings, 
to each other. 
Kim, there is a lot of give and take with sex, especially when 
you don't want to have ANY risk if pregnancy or disease. 
Brad, "getting laid" is not making love. You could walk over to 
the bar there and find a mate for the night right now. But, 
tomorrow morning all you will have is a wet spot on your 
mattress. You say you love Kim and the only proof of that is to 
have her consent to intercourse. Would you really enjoy it, 
knowing she didn't want to do it? 
Kim, I know we have talked about sex, girl talk. I know you are 
reluctant to open up. You may have to rethink that, or reevaluate 
how you feel about Brad. If you don't want to open up and advance 
the relationship, maybe Brad is a convenience to you. 
Brad, this same thing applies to you. If you are willing to 
accept nothing short of "getting laid", maybe you ought to 
revalue the situation. Maybe Kim is your convenience.

I know you are both, probably, mad at me for shooting from the 
hip. You may also think I am meddling. But Kim is my friend. We 
have had private girl talk moments since the eighth grade and we 
know each other pretty well. I hate to see her hurt or taken 
advantage of. With College coming on, and I hate to say this, we 
may never see each other again. If I didn't say this, I would 
always wonder how things would have turned out if I did. Sorry 
for being so frank. Brad, I love Kim and don't want to see her 
hurt. Be fair with her."

I was sorry that I rambled on so and lectured my own friend. But, 
once I got started I really let my feelings out. I know that Kim 
really loves Brad, but his caveman act about sex was pushing her 
away. Kim was not without fault either. She would neck and kiss 
with him for hours with Brad rustling in her pants to get her 
off. She talked about how he could make her so hot and have 
orgasms. When he wanted reciprocal action, she would do little 
more than rub him through his pants. She had yet to show him her 
naked form, and she wouldn't let him take it out. It got boring 
fast with them. Brad hung in there thinking he was always close, 
plus they went so well together. Now, his frustration was 
showing. Kim really had to commit something to the relationship 
sexually.

Kim looked at Brad and then at me and Bill. "I don't know what to 
say. You really summed it up. A lot of things, I am embarrassed 
to talk about, afraid to talk about. I mean; I really want to do 
it, and do it with Brad (she reached for his hand). I love him. 
But I want it to be special, not just my legs up in the back seat 
of a car. I also want to be ready for pregnancy if we take that 
risk. I don't mean condoms or the pill, I mean marriage and 
emotional stability. So, how do you guys do it. Shacking up for a 
couple days, and you can tell me you're not screwing. I know 
you're engaged but . . . ."

Bill was totally embarrassed at this point; he thought I was 
going to lay it all out. I wasn't.

"Kim, and Brad, when you are alone together, you have to use your 
imaginations a little, like we do. You have to open yourselves 
up, yet keep your promise to each other that you won't fall to 
temptation for intercourse. 
Brad, I might tell you that the stories you might hear your 
friends tell about their conquests, are, 9 in 10, just that, 
stories. Don't think you are missing something that everyone else 
is doing. There are many ways you can show each other how much 
you care for each other."

At that point the evening drinks had worked their magic, I had to 
pee. I got up and excused myself, and of course, Kim joined me. 
Brad said, "Hey, no fair ganging up on me in the ladies room."

I turned and said to Brad so Kim couldn't hear "Easy Brad, I'm 
more on your side than you think, on this."

As soon as the ladies room door closed Kim smiled and said, "So 
what do you two do all day in that room? You say you're not 
screwing, but you must do something?"

"Kim, tell me, if you and Brad had a room alone, together, would 
you strip your clothes off and walk around au natural' for Brad. 
Would you be disgusted if he did?"

"Walk around naked? No, he's never seen me naked. Why would I do 
that?" Kim railed.

"Because it's giving to the one you love. If you truly love him 
would you love him any less if he saw you nude, or you saw him 
nude?" I asked.

"I don't want to see any naked man running round in front of me" 
Kim protested.

"Well then, maybe this conversation on this subject is over. If 
you truly loved Brad, it seems to me that you would want to share 
as much as you could with him, and want him to share with you. 
Your body is all you come into the world with, you have nothing 
else to share." I said as I closed a stall door and sat to pee.

"But, he might try to fuck me", Kim defended.

"Gee Kim, I would kind of hope he might want to make love to you, 
if he saw how beautiful the woman he loves looked unclothed.
If the only thing you think two people can do in the nude is 
screw, you have to look at things a little differently. If you 
are both satisfied, and both know the score with each other, you 
won't have him acting like a caveman and having to worry he would 
throw you down and rape you if he saw you nude. If you starve a 
person for 3 days and put a steak in from of him and tell him not 
to eat it, what do you think happens? As much as YOU want sexual 
satisfaction from the relationship, remember he does too. After a 
night out, do you go home and a . . . take care of business? I 
assume you do. Don't you think he's doing the same thing? If you 
both truly care about each other, what sense does that make?"

"I AM still a virgin. Yet, I rarely even wear panties when I go 
out with Bill. If we have any alone moments, we are nude. You 
were the one who convinced me to shave myself, that makes me feel 
more open and free with my body. Yet it's only for Bill. The 
moment we walk into our suite upstairs the first thing we do is 
strip." I confessed.

"Suite, you have a suite?" Kim asked.

"Ummm Hmmmm We do. It has a living room, a kitchen, even a pool, 
and a whirlpool and a waterbed, plus a big round bed with a 
mirror over it. It says sex, and we walk around, and swim in the 
nude. Yet, amazingly, I'm still a virgin. Kim, you are going to 
lose that guy if you don't wake up. If you truly cannot bring 
yourself to be more open about sex with him, maybe you aren't in 
love with him. Have you thought about that?"

"Yes, that has crossed my mind too. Maybe he is a convenience, 
my Saturday night date." Kim admitted.

"You better decide if you're fooling yourself with this or not. 
You're my friend and I love you Kim, and I think Brad is a pretty 
nice guy. I am not going to encourage you to do anything that you 
don't want to do. But, if you really love him, it seems to me at 
least, you might really want to please him, and that he would 
want please you. 
Come on, Brad knows we're talking about him already, so lets not 
make him paranoid", I said as I finish my lecture.

Without any real pre-planning I found out later that Bill and 
Brad had about the same conversation. It started with Brad 
telling Bill what a lucky man he was, Lucky, because I was so 
good looking. Bill asked if he didn't think Kim was as pretty, 
and he thought she was. But then Bill started about how looks 
were a big plus, but being happy and confident in your 
relationship was a lot more important, the trust, the same whole 
deal Kim and I talked about. In the end, Brad was sure that Kim 
was not just a Saturday night guarantee for a date. He really 
cared for her, but was frustrated in her reluctance to seek 
mutual satisfaction. He felt he was always trying to find the 
point of making her happy mentally, so the physical stuff would 
happen. Now, he just was frustrated and wanted to end it all 
rather than have to keep himself out of circulation at college. 
He saw no reason why he should worry bout being true to Kim, if 
she made no commitments to the relationship. The anger he showed 
in the car was pure frustration. Bill related a lot of the things 
I did, that intercourse didn't have to be the only way to make 
love.

As soon as we got back to the table Brad stood up, on Bills cue, 
when the 2 ladies got to the table. 

"I'm sure the two of you had a nice time ripping me to shreds in 
there," Brad said politely.

"Not only that," I said, "I ripped her to shreds too, if it makes 
you feel any better."

"You two," Bill said speaking to Brad and Kim, "have a lot of 
talking to do if you want to make your relationship work out."

Brad and Kim just looked at each other, and surprisingly, they 
smiled. You could see there was some real affection there. I 
pushed my chair back, and that was kind of a cue to break our 
little foursome up.

"It's almost midnight, we should retire," I said. "Who is your 
roommate Brad?"

"It was supposed to be Jimmy Beauchamp, but Holiday Inn switched 
him to a first floor room with all handicap stuff, so I don't 
know who it is, now. He didn't even ask for the switch, they just 
did it, and Meg sort of made him go along with it, so she 
wouldn't have to worry about him. He claims he has no special 
needs where he needs an aid. So, who knows, maybe there was a 
screw up and I have some hot chick in there," he said winking and 
looking at Kim.

Kim pouted and said, "There better not be, I'm not giving you up 
that easy."

The doorway to the lobby was locked so we had to exit through the 
bar/nightclub area. We could do it without going into the club 
proper by just moving some of those velvet red ropes near the 
entrance from the restaurant. We were just walking to the lobby 
when we heard a voice call us.

"Kim, Carree, leaving so early??" It was Heidi Stewart. She was 
coming from the nightclub. "Aren't you guys going to stay up and 
party? Well, maybe you can't get in the club if you're underage."

"Thanks," Kim said, "but we have to get back for bed checks and 
curfew."

"There aren't going to be any bed checks, so don't worry about 
that. We just wanted to make sure everyone thought about that 
before doing something stupid. The HoJo's doesn't even have 
electronic locks, so a bed check would be so noisy, fumbling with 
key locks. Even at the Holiday Inn, Bill was just knocking on 
doors at eleven o'clock and telling them to set their bolts if 
they were in for good. We hope we are dealing with adults here, 
but we know who to watch."

There was a pause in the conversation and then Heidi said, "Kim, 
I need to talk to you."

Kim and Heidi went to a corner of the lobby and talked a minute 
and they came back.

"Well, I have a couple cute guys on the line inside. I haven't 
been out dancing in years. And, uhhh, I'm just kidding about 
having guys on the line, don't start any rumors," Heidi added.

Heidi disappeared inside and Kim took me aside saying, "Wow, you 
won't believe what she just told me. She said Brad didn't have a 
roommate and I should be back in my room for wake-up calls, and 
to behave myself." 

I was a little incredulous but told her, "This is up to you, Kim. 
Just be sure you talk it over with Brad and set ground rules, if 
you want any . . . or just go to bed in your own room and not say 
a word. My lips are sealed either way."

"OK, you two," Bill said. "This isn't fair to either of us, we 
can't help but think you're talking about us."

"It's girl talk," I insisted, "You wouldn't want to know what was 
said. You know girlie stuff."

They took us at our word and we all went outside. 

"What a beautiful night," Brad said. "Who wants to go for a 
walk?"

"Not us," Bill said. "We have a bed that is calling my name loud 
and clear. I AM tired. It's been a long day."

Kim took the cue and gave us each a peck and hug. Brad shook 
Bills hand and said thanks and then gave me a little kiss, saying 
"goodnight". Then he offered his arm to Kim who took it and they 
strolled down the walkway toward the walking bridge that took 
them across the street to the other hotels. I hope they had a 
good night, even if they just talked and got each other's heads 
straightened out.

Bill looked at me and said "Would you care to accompany me to the
bedroom?"

"I thought you would never ask", I said.

When we got up to the room I went right to the window to see if 
Could see if Kim was going with Brad to the Holiday Inn, or back 
to her own room. I was curious. Bill went right to the bathroom, 
as he said he had to relieve himself. When he came out, he was 
stripped down and had on the big thick robe.

With a smirk on his face saying in his best Thurston Howell, 
"Ladybug, would you care to join me on the sofa for a Pepsi and a 
bit of TV before retiring."

"Enchante'", I replied as I went into the bath to recover my 
robe. I undressed and hated the lines my brassiere had left on my 
chest. I was glad to have a couple minutes before retiring to let 
them work out before Bill seeing me. He had seen me a hundred 
times before, but I liked being perfect for him.

As I came out of the bath, fully robed, I saw an ice bucket on 
the dining nook in the kitchen area, with a bottle in it.

"Bill", I said as I walked toward it, "What's this?"

It was a bottle of Champagne with a card, "Compliments of 
management, Enjoy your Stay."

Bill pulled the bottle from the ice and said, "I guess the fact 
that we are underage means little to them. Oh Well . . ."

"I like bubbly if its not too dry," I told him and he agreed.

Being "only" children, we got to share certain things with our 
parents, and champagne was one of them. For an anniversary or 
birthday or new years, if there was a bottle to celebrate, we 
were always asked if we wanted to try it. So we both had a little 
taste for it.

Bill opened the bottle like a master, obviously well trained in 
the art of cork pulling, with just a dash of foam escaping. We 
felt like big shots with our champagne glasses and comfy robes. 
We toasted each other and swapped glasses, entwining hands, 
downing the sampling Bill poured. I held out my glass for another 
and Bill complied. He filled his own and took my arm to take me 
to the sofa. We flipped on the TV and rode the channels to an HBO 
movie that was a little steamy. We watched that for a few minutes 
and then turned our attention to each other. We made small talk 
about the day, and tomorrow. I said I wanted to do something 
special for tomorrow night, if he wanted to be patient with me 
and the prep. He knew what I meant. We both felt that, while anal 
sex was not always the most pleasant and perfect sex, it was as 
close as we could come to really making natural love with him 
inside of me. After 2 experiences with it, I was not as afraid of 
the pain, as I was the potential mess. But, I quickly changed the 
subject.

"Tonight will be a big first for us, our first night sleeping 
together. Holding each other as we fall asleep and share a dream, 
and waking together to greet the day with a kiss", I said 
whimsically. 

"Is it as romantic as you make it sound," Bill wondered aloud.

"Oh, Bill, don't you think so? I long for the day when we can 
wake each morning together. This will be one of the best nights 
and mornings of my life! I can't believe you're not excited," I 
scolded.

"Oh, I am, I'm just teasing you. It is a chick thing though, 
don't you think?" Bill asked. 

"Stop it Bill, I know you look forward to it," I said as I 
thought he was letting the bubbles get to him. He had already 
told me after he made the reservation it was the one thing he 
really looked forward to.

He reached out and pulled me to him and we kissed. He took his 
glass and gulped it down and looked to me to take my glass. 

"Finished?" he asked.

I swallowed the final bit in my glass and handed it to him. He 
put both glasses on the end table and turned to me and took me in 
his arms. We hugged and went to a kiss, but stopped when we saw 
the lovers on the screen. It wasn't an X rated movie, but was 
close. The girl was topless and obviously had underwear on, the 
guy was dressed, but his pants were about a third way down his 
butt. But, they were humping in a car trying to make us believe 
they were having sex. 

"Great special effects, huh?" Bill asked.

"Oh yeah," I replied. "My Dad probably has better Polaroid's of 
us than that movie."

Bill turned to me again and this time we kissed deeply. He pulled 
me closer and was definitely affected by the alcohol. He was a 
romantic kisser, but this was extra good, nice and slow. He was 
giving me hot pants, if I had any on. He slipped a hand into my 
robe and held my whole right breast in his hand, and then 
squeezed down to the nipple, rolling it between his thumb and 
forefinger. He had me ready to go. I was going to push him back 
and tell him that we should go to bed when I looked down. His 
robe was not open, but his penis had popped through the opening, 
almost like a puppet watching us.

"Oh, look honey," I said. "We must have made too much noise and 
woke one of the kids."

Bill looked down and said, "Looks like little Willie wants to 
play."

I grabbed his penis and looked up at Bill and said, "I'll just 
give him a kiss and hope he gets back to sleep soon, OK?"

I bent and took his cock on my mouth and took him as deep as I 
could, which is not very, and went up and down about 5 times. The 
last time I came up I turned my face up toward his and twisted 
down so I could run my tongue under the head, swapping it over 
and over.

"There!!" I said straightening up. "That should hold the little 
guy until we get settled in bed."

"Oh my God Carree, you are so hot, and turn me on so much. I 
could cum in 30 seconds if you kept up. You are so beautiful and 
sexy with my dick in your mouth." he said.

I took him by the hand and we stood up. We walked to the door, 
arm and arm, making sure it was locked. Then we went off to our 
round bedroom.

Upon arriving and putting on the light we were shocked to see the 
bed turned down, with a Hershey Kiss on each pillow. When we had 
been on the bed before, we stayed on top of the spread and never 
saw the sheets or pillows. The pillows were a bright pink and the 
sheets a deep red satin. The bedspread had been neatly folded 
down to the bottom of the bed.

"I hope they didn't see my squirt stains on there yet. I want to 
try and clean them up." I said.

"It looks like a different spread, almost, from this side," Bill 
said.

"Wasn't the one this afternoon a maroon with gold designs?" I 
asked.

"Yes, I'm certain of that." Bill said.

"Well, this one is a deep pink, with no designs. Wow, they take 
care of everything. Look, even our clothes from earlier are laid 
out on the dressing butler." I marveled.
I wasn't so sure that I liked someone in our room, but I did feel 
pampered.

"Lets get back to the task at hand, Carree. Lets go to bed," Bill 
motioned to the turned down sheets.

We slipped in beside each other and luxuriated in the feeling of 
the satin and our skin touching each other.

"Do you know how hard it is going to be to resist just rolling 
onto you and slipping my cock into your pussy?" Bill said.

"Took the words right out of my mouth," I said.

"Just a nice gentle slow screw. Oh, to be inside of you" Bill 
lamented.

"Well, you can be inside of me, but it hardly seems like the 
gentle togetherness of real fucking," I said. "At least the kind 
that this atmosphere dictates."

"Maybe not. We couldn't do it tonight, but there are a couple 
positions in Kinsey, or maybe Hite that talks about being close 
to real vaginal sex." Bill recalled.

"You and those sex manuals. WAIT, I know, I know. They were best 
selling books and not really books written for little boys to 
jerk off to, right? You've told me before. So anyway, what are 
the positions, and if I have to be tied up, forget it," I said 
trying to be a wise-ass.

"If you don't appreciate the things I learned and showed you so 
far . . . ." Bill kidded.

"They've been awesome. What positions?" I questioned.

"After preparation, . .ahem. . . and preferably with a dilator, 
like your toy, the woman gets on her stomach, flat, with her legs 
together. I straddle your legs and butt and slide into you. I 
can't go as deep and it supposedly feels more natural to you. The 
other is simply to spoon. I think we have done that, but from 
start to finish, we haven't.  But if we do it the first way, I 
bet I wouldn't stimulate your G-spot as much. I know you love 
orgasms, but aren't they a little much every time?? (I was 
shaking my head YES) It seems you could enjoy the thrusting 
longer without interruption." He explained.

"Well, yes, the preparation is a pain in the . . I won't even go 
there. Let's just say it's an inconvenience, but worth it. Then I 
would go to bed with the plug, huh? That makes sense. You want to 
make it easy. If it goes without a hitch, it might be nice. 
Granted you won't be laying on top of me, rather on back of me, 
but, we could kiss and whisper. It does sound gentler and sexier 
than the other. As much as I like those monster O's, they do take 
the gentleness out of the moment. Not that I didn't like those 
other times, mind you. 
But, I do take exception with your deception when you just shoved 
yourself up my butt earlier. . ." I reminded him.

"Oh, come on, Care, you were ready and were stalling. I may have 
been wrong about the preparation, but I was right about being 
spontaneous. I could have stuck a finger up your butt without 
touching the sides. That's how much you were open. I would never 
do anything to hurt you on purpose, and everything was just right 
for that. Tell me you didn't like it. You just wanted to be in 
control, and with that kind of sex, you should be. But, I used my 
best judgment. If I may add, you did pass out from the orgasm." 
He defended.

"Alright, you win that one, it wasn't so bad, you just startled 
me. It only hurt for a second, and probably, ultimately, less 
than if you did what I asked. It's one for your side." I 
conceded. "So, tomorrow, if everything goes alright, lets get up 
here earlier than tonight and do the prep, and I think I prefer 
to do it alone (he interjected with an under the breath "that's 
not fair") and we can have a nice romantic evening. What do you 
mean, "It's not fair", Bill? It's personal!!"

"Sure it's personal, and so are you to me. Don't you think I want 
to be with you and share those feelings? I can help you with the 
hard parts. Some of it could be sexy to do together," Bill 
whined.

"If you want to do that, you can be with me when I pass the 
enemas, too. Is that sexy?" I asked.

"Carree, anything to do with your butt can be sexy," he said.

"You are so damn cute, Bill Wilson, I can't believe you want to 
watch me shit," I laughed.

"I watched you poop out my cum and fart up a storm, and I thought 
that was cute," he defended.

"You win, Bill. You can help me, and, you know what. You will 
surely find a way to make it sexy," I gave in and added, "Another 
argument that I can't tell anyone else about, that is just 
priceless. Enemas, butt plugs, shit and butt sex. How would I 
explain that?" I mused.

We each fell off the elbows we were sitting up on as we mock 
battled nose to nose.

"God, I love you", I said. "Me too," he answered as we kissed.

This kiss was a good one and I could tell Bill was still amorous. 
As we cuddled, though, I noticed that the big erection I had in 
my mouth a few minutes ago was gone. Our one on one about today's 
episode had distracted him. The feel of the satin sheets, the 
feel of his bare skin against mine, really had me feeling sexy.
I finished my kiss with him and hugged him close whispering in 
his ear, "I love you" and let him go, as I slid down the front of 
him while we still lay on our sides together. I kissed his chest 
and belly in a straight line as I easily slid down the satin 
sheets. In no time I was at his cock. I put my mouth to it and 
found it was still semi-soft and sheathed with his foreskin. I 
put my lips around his foreskin and put my tongue in the opening. 
In no time I felt the skin pulling back on my mouth as the plum 
of his head literally filled my mouth, pushing my tongue back. It 
was like he ballooned in my mouth. I washed my tongue over the 
head and then took as much as I could, as deep as I could. I was 
making no progress with that. I heard Bill moaning about how good 
it felt in my mouth.
 I hugged my arms around his upper thighs pulling his body on its 
side toward me. Bill got the idea right away and started to 
thrust, gently, into my mouth. He couldn't have been moving more 
than a couple inches, as his hip churned lightly toward my mouth. 
I held my mouth still with a light suction while he, literally, 
fucked my mouth. 

What a sexy way to please him with my mouth. I could never grow 
tired from this and manufacturing more saliva was easy, as I 
didn't have to constantly suck and breathe through my mouth. I 
closed my eyes and dreamed of him fucking my vagina, just like 
this.

After a few minutes more of this I felt him speeding up and 
deepening his stroke a little. I didn't want to be stuffed with 
his penis, so I pushed back a little with my hands. He seemed to 
get my meaning and stopped trying to go deeper, but he was going 
faster. Soon, I heard him breathing heavier and moaning a little. 
He was definitely in an orgasm. I sensed that he knew I wanted no 
part of a wild thrashing orgasm with him punching his penis to 
the back of my throat. I simply wanted him to have a nice orgasm, 
in my mouth where I could suck on him and swallow and please him 
. . .till he could take no more.

I need wait no longer. In his faster paced rhythm he shot his cum 
into my mouth still pumping as he had been for he past few 
minutes. The big blast of watery fluid told me he anticipated 
this for a time, he had lots of stuff built up. Then he let go 
with one blast that went right down my throat in my normal 
swallow. It hit the back of my throat and if I wasn't already 
getting rid of the former blast, it may have choked me. The next 
two pulses of sperm were not shot, but oozed out. When I had 
sufficient enough to swallow, I did. He had been cumming for 30 
seconds and had still not stopped his rhythmic pumping at my 
mouth. It was then I decided to use my tongue and lips to suck at 
him. That did it!! He pulled back and grabbed for his private 
part.

"Ohhh, what are you doing, trying to bite it off?", he said.

"Oh, Bill, I would never bite him off. Look at the fun I would 
miss," I said as I made one last suck at his dick.

He jumped away and I pushed my head up above he covers.

"Oh Bill, that was nice and sensuous. Wow, did I enjoy that 
blowjob, I hope you did. It was the sexiest. It made me wet as 
hell", I said.

"I wish you wouldn't say "blowjob", it sounds so cheap, so . . I 
don't know, like I paid you for it!" Bill said.

"Oh Bill, don't get attached to words and what you think they 
might mean! YOU KNOW I made love to you just now. It's a blowjob, 
a suck off, a sucking, a head job, but because I did it to YOU, 
have no doubts. I made love to you, but can't we talk frankly. Do 
you want me to cuddle up and ask you if I can perform fellatio on 
you?" I said.

"OK, you win this one. I was being silly. It's not like you talk 
that way, or I talk that way, in front of other people. It's just 
you and me. I want you to be my perfect little angel. . . and . . 
you know.," Bill explained. 

"It's just us baby, I just want to be sexy for you," I cooed.

"And I want to be sexy for you", he said as he climbed right onto 
me. I felt his softening penis right up against my vulva as he 
kissed my mouth and opened his to tongue whatever taste of him I 
had left there. If he was hard all I need do was push up at him 
and he would have went into me. He finished his long wet kiss and 
began his journey down to my pussy. He made side trips to my 
breasts, giving them quite a sucking and chewing. By the time he 
got to my pussy my nipples ached to be twisted again and I took 
care of that. He stopped abruptly at his tonguing and laughed. 

"I left something here that I thought was yours", he said.

I felt him use a wide tongue stroke to the right side of my 
engorged vulva and he brought his face up to mine. At then end of 
his tongue was a white blob of his cum. It must have leaked out 
when he was lying against me. I stuck out my tongue and he 
dropped his mouth to mine, and we played and swapped with the 
leftover cum. This was about the sexiest thing I had seen him do, 
besides the sex itself. He was such a sexual creature with no 
doubts about his own sexuality. 

We finished the cum swap and he went back down to finish what he 
started. He lapped at every shaved inch of my pussy, delving as 
deep as he could with his tongue. There was no fingering, no 
licking away from my vagina. It was just a great big tongue bath 
for my pussy, ending with an all out assault on my clit. I was 
flowing lots of lube for him to lap up and my pussy was screaming 
for release. I began to breathe heavy and I was climbing to the 
top of my orgasm. I couldn't wait to dive off. He moved his head 
and tried to drive his tongue into my clitoris, and I went over. 
I pushed my mons at his face to feebly try and push him away. He 
licked harder. I had my hand on the top of his head and he tried 
to force more of his tongue into me. I needed to get him way from 
my super sensitive clit.

"Ohh Bill," I said with a cry in my voice. "Please!!"

I knew saying it that way would get him to relent. He knew what 
pleased me, he also knew what made me happy, he also knew when I 
had enough.

He stayed underneath the sheets while I turned over to keep him 
out of my pussy. Of course, with my butt cheeks in his face, I 
knew what came next, he was kissing and licking them.

"Bill, get you face up here, leave my ass alone," I said in mock 
indignation.

He surfaced and we kissed and I could taste myself on him now. We 
had swapped sex fluids and tasted each others love. It was good. 
We were exhausted. After we broke the kiss I turned into a spoon 
position and we fell asleep like that. Life was good. What a 
special feeling to be with the man I loved, curled in sexual 
exhaustion. We slept until I was awakened by sunlight in my face. 
I looked around and saw the clock radio on the bed stand. It said 
nine forty-five. Wow, that was the latest I had slept in a long 
time, at least a year.
I turned over and Bill was in the same position as when I fell 
asleep with him in. I suspect I moved away during the night, as I 
got hot, being next to him. I contemplated waking him, but 
instead just watched him sleep in our reflection on the ceiling 
mirror. I heard the clock in the living room strike 11 times and 
I realized I had dozed again. A look up to the mirror showed me 
that Bill hadn't moved. I was about to change that.

The satin sheets made it easy to slide around undetected. I slid 
underneath until I was faced with his shrunken penis. I opened my 
mouth wide to take as much of the fat sheathed head of him as I 
could. I closed my mouth around him and used my tongue to push 
back as much of his foreskin as I could. It was harder to do 
without his penis growing. But I did have his entire head in my 
mouth, tasting of old sex, yechhh, with his rolled back foreskin 
against my lips. I just lolled the head with my tongue, and 
wouldn't you know it, it responded, and he still wasn't awake. I 
felt him grow into my mouth, and I sucked a little on him, hoping 
to just give him a surprise awakening.

He moved a little and I heard him speak, "Oh Carree, you are such 
a sweet little tart. Do you know how many men dream of being 
awakened like this? You don't really want me so early, do you?"

I stuck my head above the sheets and said "I'd have you anytime, 
but this was just a wake up, unless you really want it. It would 
be fresher and livelier later, huh?"

"Carree, I would love to have your mouth any and all the time, 
you know that. But, we should save our strength for the big 
finish tonight. Let's busy up ourselves so we don't waste the day 
licking each other, not that would be a waste. But, you can get 
too much of good thing," Bill reasoned.
 
I told him he was right. Four times, was it, on Friday? But, just 
being together was all we needed. We called down and ordered up 
breakfast. They told us we just made the cut-off of 11:30. Orange 
juice, eggs and sausages with lots of toast made the morning 
perfect. Bill went to the fridge and pulled the rest of the 
bottle of champagne out, and we made mimosas to go with it. The 
paper came up with breakfast, and Bill called down for a couple 
others they might have. Before we finished breakfast, in our big 
white robes, he had the Bergan Record, New York Times, and the 
two city tabloids, the News and Post. Bill, the news junkie, was 
in his glory.

I just watched him read and pore over every story, it seemed. He 
might read one, and then cross reference back to another, then go 
back to where he started. I finished the last of the carafe' of 
OJ and wished we had more champagne. We had finished the bottle. 
I was ready to shower and get out. It looked beautiful out the 
window. Then after that we could laze by the pool, or maybe go 
for a walk in a mall again. I wanted to hook up with Kim today to 
talk a bit, and we also wanted to see if we could meet Megan and 
Jimmy for dinner. I was hoping they would be back early from the 
amusement park today. We couldn't do a nine-thirty dinner again 
tonight. Bill reasoned that Jimmy probably couldn't handle a 
whole day there anyway, especially not two in a row.

It was past noon and I thought I remembered Kim saying that most 
of them were going on the one o'clock bus. I rang the HoJos and 
asked for Megan's room, but her roommate said she had been gone a 
while. I tried the Jimmy's room at the Holiday Inn and she 
answered. We made small talk and she let me know that Heidi had 
been a little lax with her rules with Megan too. She had spent 
most of the night with Jimmy, but had to wake up at her own room. 
She said they were going to go on the 1 p.m. bus and come back on 
5 p.m. bus. The sun and the running around had really taken a 
toll on Jimmy. He had to use the wheelchair all night. Then Meg 
giggled, and said "Well, most all night". 

I said "Good for you, I know how hard it has been to get alone 
for such a long time."

"Carree, we mostly cried, but finally had the time to . . . you 
know. . .each other. He can't move that well and . . I can 
explain later. Let me just tell you. It was wonderful." Meg said.

 I asked her about dinner at 7 o'clock. She went away and came 
back saying it would be perfect. I told her that Bill and I 
wanted to buy she and Jimmy dinner, and not to argue about it. We 
had doubled so many times, and since the accident we had barely 
seen them, besides at he hospital, the rehab or Jimmy's house. 
She agreed and was crying. She was so happy Jimmy had made so 
much of a recovery from his accident.

So, our day was set. We would be the happy couple all day. The 
phone rang and it was housekeeping, wanting to know when they 
could get to the room. I told them 2 o'clock, and they said that 
was fine. They could do Saturday checkouts first. Now, I needed 
to budge Mr. Wilson from his newspapers. He never lifted an 
eyebrow when I spoke on the phone with Megan. He didn't flinch 
when the phone rang. I had to resort to drastic actions.
I dropped my robe and stood bare-assed looking out the window.

In 2 seconds I heard, "Carree, you have the most incredible ass I 
have ever, or will ever see."

I turned and said "now that I have your attention, lets take a 
shower and I'll tell you the plans for the day, OK?"

"Are we playing in the shower, hon?" he said.

"If you're a good boy, maybe. You might need to save your 
strength for later, baby." I said teasing.

"For your ass, honey, I won't need any coaxing," he assured me.

We got into the shower together and began to wash ourselves at 
first. Then Bill put the soap down and grabbed me to hug from 
behind. He whispered in my ear what a great time it had been 
spending so much time together, just he and I. We figured 
previously the most we had spent was 14 hours together in a row.

He massaged my soapy breasts and worked his hands down to my 
vagina. As he slipped a finger into me, he let go of my back and 
went down on one knee in front of me. Soon he had a second finger 
into my pussy. Before I had a chance to wonder if he weren't 
going in too deep, he was. 
If I was physically intact, as far as being a virgin, I wasn't 
now. I didn't really know what my hymen was or how deep it was. 
For the longest time I was afraid to touch or find out, and My 
God, you wouldn't dare ask anyone (sarcasm here). Actually, I did 
ask my mother and she told me that she never had one and recalled 
her mother telling her the same. I often imagined that I did have 
one and it was deep within me, 5 or 6 inches. My gynecologist 
assured me that I didn't have it a long time ago, but 
preconceived ideas die hard.  

I was really enjoying having my vagina full with his fore and 
middle fingers slippy sliding in and out of me when he added a 
third. As he thrust into me he used his thumb to jolt my clit a 
little. I had vaginal orgasms before from light and shallow 
finger play, but he was going for both clitoral and vaginal, it 
seemed. His hand thrusting made me make sounds I never made 
before, making loud and vocal Oh's, Ahh's, Ho's, all in my 
regular voice, just in an excited stage. My usual sounds were 
grunts, squeaks, and gut wrenching noises, but these were less 
violent sounding. 
Was it possible that I was going to have a different kind of 
orgasm? What a wonderful, glorious thing this SEX was. So many 
questions are caused and answered by the experience of its many 
acts itself. I was headed to an all-new type of pleasure with his 
fingers within me. Apparently he either never suspected or knew 
right away that I had no hymen, judging by the way he was 
thrusting his fingers into me.

I began to get weak in the knee as my orgasm approached and 
backed to the wall of the stall. I was losing my footing and Bill 
let me slide to the floor. My eyes were locked into his, while 
making my vocal exclamations, and he knew I was getting something 
different. My vagina never felt so full or pleased. My orgasm was 
rising within me and it was a new and different feeling. Sort of 
like the little satisfying vaginal orgasms I would get from 
wiggling my fingertip in it, but magnified by a lot, a real lot!!

I scared myself with the loud vocal that accompanied the surge of 
pleasure within me. It was a series of loud Ohh's, Ahh's, and 
calling Bills name, and "oh my pussy oh my pussy", but the kicker 
was the volume. I was sure someone else would call the police or 
at least the desk. With other orgasms my clit would get 
supersensitive and I would have to push him away. Since I slid 
down to the floor he lost the thumb angle on my clit and was just 
thrusting 3 fingers into me, and not really making direct contact 
with the little bud. I would say I was having multiple orgasms, 
but it never seemed to end.
Finally the wave ended and I wanted to rest my voice and kiss the 
face of this man who was bringing me these joys. I moved away 
from him and he let his fingers fall from me. I sensed he was 
tired to, at least his arm.

"I've got my own little amusement park right here", Bill 
whispered to me. "Where does this all come from Carree? I know 
how to make you happy, but you just go over the edge. Your 
orgasms make me so happy, to know I'm pleasing you," he said as I 
caught my breath.

I looked at him through adoring eyes and got to where I could 
speak. "I don't know where it comes from, I really have to ask my 
mother if she is  . . . I don't know . . . it's just . . .God, 
I'm not complaining, although . . haha . . .the other guests in 
the hotel might. Ohhhhh! Bill Wilson you are a menace to my body. 
Where do you keep finding this stuff? God, if I knew you could 
get that deep I would have given you the rubber cock."

"My COCK is getting into your pussy before THAT is, at least it 
BETTER," Bill protested.

"Don't worry, I have no aspirations for that journey yet, . . . 
with the rubber one at least!" I assured him.

We got to our feet and continued our shower, almost in slow 
motion. I told him to save his penis for last.

Once we both got all shined up, our hair washed and rinsed, I 
turned and took the soap and lathered.
"Come here, lover boy. I'll show you how I can beat that meat," I 
teased as I turned off the now ever cooling water.
His penis was already hard and, I think, needed some attention. I 
ran my lathered hands up and down its length being careful not to 
grip it too hard and move the skin. I wanted the friction on the 
outside of him, not with his retracted foreskin. I got a nice 
swing going in my arm as I moved behind him and put a hand on his 
ass as I stroked his cock. I worked my other soapy hand down 
between his cheeks and found his little butthole. Previously he 
had protested when I went here, except for the time I kissed it 
for him. I began to massage his butthole in the stroke of my hand 
on his cock. As I sensed he was getting close to his orgasm, I 
penetrated him. He groaned but went along with me. Then I began 
my tease.

"You like MY ass so much, is it OK if I like yours too? Maybe I 
want to fuck YOU there?" I said. He had a worried look on his 
face. "Don't worry honey, the toys are mine. I'm just teasing," I 
whispered. (There is a limit to my kinkiness, but he didn't know 
that, at least then.)

Bill gave me no indication that he didn't like my finger up there 
though. I had a mind to look for his prostrate, but decided to 
save it for another time. I would have lost my stroke if I did 
that now, anyway.

"I'm gonna shoot baby, I'm gonna shoot," he cried out.

"Do you want my mouth, Bill, do you?" I asked in a low calm voice 
in his ear.

"Yes,  ohh please. Suck me, let me come in your mouth." He said.

"Can I get a pretty please? Don't let it shoot yet, because I do 
want a pretty please," I said as a teasing bitch.

"Ohh, pretty please, and pretty PLEASE , . . .HURRY" he pleaded.

I stopped the stroke as I knew one more pump and he was lost. I 
bent and fit his cockhead into my mouth. He shot off. Not 2,3,or 
4 volleys, but one good shot, one BIG one. My mouth was full. I 
kept it in my mouth but didn't suck anymore. I put my tongue to 
the underside of his penis head and wiggled my tongue just once. 
It was more than he could take, and he pulled from me.

"Arghhh, Ohhhhhh" he said as he grabbed his cock to protect it 
from me. His cum came running out of my mouth, down my chin, to 
my breasts, as I stood up straight.

I stood there with cum all over me as Bill cowered in the corner 
protecting his cock, shuttering every few seconds.

"Oh, Bill, we make each other cum so good," I panted.
"Geez, look at me," I said.

Bill stood up straight himself and saw me covered with his cum.

"Wow, I did that! How did you miss it?" he questioned.

"I was saving it in my mouth and you ripped the plug out", I said 
acting hurt.

"I know you, you hit my electric spot and THEN, were going to 
suck the head. That would have KILLED me, that's why I jumped!" 
he said.

"Kill you? I don't think so. It just feels so good you can't 
stand it, that's all" I said. "And I know that feeling really 
well, G-spot boy."

"Let's get rinsed off and get going," Bill said, "before we ruin 
our plans for tonight."

"Rinse off?" I said. "We don't we lick it off?"

"Wow, Care, not that much. I don't mind tasting myself, but, WOW, 
that was quite a load," he said.

"Umm, you wanted me to eat it, . . . but that was OK?" I asked 
trapping him.

"Ok," he said with a big sigh, "I'll lick it up with you, but the 
next time you gush off and I catch a mouthful, you're going to 
get it," he said.

"Yewwww, no way," I said. "Touche' you made your point."

"Man, you can be mean sometimes Carree. You swallowing my cum was 
never my idea", Bill said seriously.

"Billllllll, I was just playing games with you, c'mon." I whined.

"How can you say I can be mean?" I pouted. But I was serious!

"The stuff about using your rubber dick on yourself, or me, and 
then the thing with me, having to eat my own cum. I don't expect 
kidding around in fits of passion. What if you told me to screw 
you in a fit of passion and I just stuck it up you, and you were 
kidding?" he protested.

"Bill, you're being too serious and taking this the wrong way," I 
said.

"Are you sure?" he said. "You had me worried there for a second."

"Bill, who are you talking to?" I asked, as I always do when he 
would take things the wrong way with my eclectic sense of humor.

"Carree Kasc, I know," he answered sing songie.

"Would Carree Kasc treat you that way?" I asked.

He smiled big because he knew I was right, and always was when he 
took things too seriously. "No she wouldn't. You're right. God, I 
love you."

We hugged and then got cum all over each other.
 
"Shit, I hope that water is a little hot," I said as I realized 
we had to rinse again.

The water was a little warm and we got the stuff off of us and 
then dried off so we could get outside to start our day. We had a 
day full of diddly stuff to do to pass the time before dinner 
with Meg and Jimmy. Plus we were both anxious for our night of 
hot sex later.

Bill and his sex books, the studies and reports, were probably 
the basis for half the stuff he knew, besides looking at his 
Dad's videos alone in his room. I'm sure he fantasized about me a 
lot. What he read and saw taught him enough to make me happy.
Tonight we were trying an anal position that was supposed to feel 
like vaginal sex, almost, to both partners. I was willing to try, 
but I didn't have to believe it. If we could get to a library 
today, I would love to see if he could find The Kinsey Report, 
The Hite Report or Masters and Johnson, and show me some of that 
stuff. Or, maybe I should just let him surprise me. 

One thing I do know, we had kept our promise not to risk 
pregnancy with intercourse, AND had been able to fully satisfy 
both of us. 

I chalked up our little tiff in the shower to sexual tension. I 
think we both were thinking ahead to tonight and our planned 
liaison. Maybe that's what made the day go by so fast. We barely 
made it back to the Marriott to meet Meg and Jimmy for dinner. I 
had been frustrated all day because things didn't "happen" for me 
this morning. Usually I am clockwork when it comes to my 
constitutional, but being away from home, my Dad always blames 
strange water, left me without my morning trip to the john. I was 
sure at that point that I had worried myself into this 
predicament. I didn't want to do anything tonight, back there, 
without some evacuation. After dinner, I was going to have to 
tell Bill.
Dinner with Jimmy and Meg was just like old times. Not that we 
went out to dinner before, but just sitting and talking. I think 
we were, at one time a couple years ago, impressed that Jimmy was 
a senior and we were sophomores, then he had Math and English 
problems and had to make up a half year, then the car accident 
and suddenly we were all together. He was only a few months older 
than Bill and I. We laughed and had a good time talking, joking 
and general carrying on. Meg had been worried that Jimmy wasn't 
the same person any more. But, after a few days out with his 
friends and getting back into social circulation, Meg assured me 
all was well with them when we talked in the ladies room. She 
promised details later.

As we sat and waited for the waiter to bring our desserts (we had 
seen them on the cart and saved room for them, they looked yummy) 
I got a familiar feeling and excused myself. Tonight was going to 
happen after all. Everyone at the table thought I had gotten my 
period when I made my quick exit to the ladies room. They made 
jokes with Bill about the flag going up, not having to sacrifice 
another rabbit. Bill was oblivious, but I just kept my mouth shut 
and acted embarrassed.

By 8:30 we were winding down and saying our goodbyes. Meg wanted 
us to come over for a drink (Jimmy had a bottle), but we insisted 
that we were tired and wanted to leave early tomorrow. Meg never 
pushed, because she thought I was not feeling well because I had 
just gotten my period.

We got off the elevator and Bill hadn't stopped talking about how 
well Jimmy had recovered. 
He finally stopped talking about Jimmy for a second as the door 
opened and he asked me, "What was the joke I wasn't a party too 
downstairs, anyway?"

"You won't believe this," I said. "I hadn't taken a dump all day 
and I was afraid I was going to have to scuttle our plans for 
tonight. I guess the relaxing with them, or the coffee, or 
something, just made things happen. The way I got up so quickly 
and took off, Megan thought I had just got my period. She told 
Jimmy and they both figured you knew."

"Oh, that's what the jokes were, the rabbit and all that." I was 
confused. I thought you just had to go to the bathroom. Silly me. 
You hadn't told me that your ship didn't come in this morning, 
and to tell you the truth, I hadn't thought about it." Bill said.

"Well, I didn't want to worry you, or have you asking me all 
day," I said. "That would have made me more nervous all day."

Bill opened the door to the suite and we slipped inside. Bill 
went to go about getting undressed and I stopped him.

"Bill, let's talk about getting ready for this. I'm serious when 
I saw I would rather be alone, but I understand you want to help 
and comfort me. It's not all that awful and I will be OK alone. 
But, if you really want to be a part of it, and want to be with 
me, I understand. I suppose if it was you, I would insist too."

"Carree, there are no kinky ulterior motives. I just want to be 
with you and see what you need to do and want to help you if I 
can. I'm with you. I love you, no matter what," Bill said 
sincerely.

"I know, my little honey stick," I said to him, calling him one 
of my scores of pet names I had for him.

We went to the bedroom and got undressed and I collected my bag 
from the pharmacy, as well as my ditty bag with my 2 sex toys and 
lubricants. I went into the bath boudoir with Bill in tow, arm 
and arm. I straddled the bidet to clean myself up proper before 
the prep. I think Bill felt a little embarrassed as he looked 
away and wouldn't make eye contact. I told him that if he changed 
his mind, I would have no qualms. He shook his head. I took the 
first Fleet bottle from the bag and opened it and prepared the 
applicator with a little KY. I handed him the tube and told him I 
needed a little on me too. There was a 3 step stool for getting 
things from the bath pantry. It was convenient for me to kneel on 
the second step and bend forward for him. Bill took the hint and 
presented his finger with a dollop of the cool jelly to my 
butthole.

"Do you want it inside?" He asked, "Or just on the outside."

"The outside should be fine Bill, I'm not clean inside right 
now," I reminded him.

I went to the long, partial padded, marble counter that ran the 
most of the length of the room. I think a part served as a baby 
changing area, it was padded and a little curved on the edge. I 
sat up on it and faced the wall, tucking my knees up to my chest 
as instructed on the bottle.

"I might be the biggest baby ever on this changing table, but the 
last time I laid on the floor at the chalet to get a private 
place near a toilet, so this is good. A . . . .  well, go ahead," 
I said with a big sigh.

Bill came over and began stroking my side to comfort me. He spoke 
about how much he loved me and how well he was going to love me, 
tonight and every night. He moved his stroking hand to my buttock 
and pulled it apart a little, exposing my private place. I felt 
the cold tip of the enema applicator touch me. I told Bill to put 
it in a couple inches and squeeze gently to start it, and then to 
squash up the bottle good to get everything out of it. He did as 
I asked, and before I knew it he was pulling the tip out of me, 
and kissing me.

I turned on the table to run my legs up the wall, to get my torso 
up to make sure the fluid went as deep as it could. After staying 
that way without saying anything, I spun my butt to the edge and 
hopped off. 

"Give me ten minutes on your watch Bill. I don't know if I can 
hold it that long, but I'll try." I said.

We made small talk and I got towels together for our showers. I 
took out the "Little Blue Devil" plug and washed it with soap and 
water.

"Amazing how that tip on the bottle was a tight squeeze and in a 
few minutes this damn thing (hold up the blue butt plug) will fit 
in there without too much problem, huh?" I said.

"Just as long as we can do it without hurting you. That's the 
thing that bothers me the most. IF you have to endure even a 
little pain, to me, it is too much. But, I also realize that a 
little pain can be a turn-on, and not in a kinky sort of way. 
Pain and pleasure are sensations that are related. This looks 
like it would hurt, but I suppose I am bigger than this." Bill 
said.

"But," I reminded him, "There is a give to your flesh, this is as 
big as it is. But, and don't be mad, I've had the whole rubber 
penis in there, and it was OK."

Bill picked the white dildo from the bag and looked at me, a 
little disturbed.

"You had this whole thing in there? When? Was there a time I left 
you that unsatisfied?" he said, a little edgy.  

"No Bill, don't be silly. That's why I have to NOT tell you some 
things." I looked at him with a look of understanding that I 
hoped he took the right way. "The night before our first try at 
this I used the blue one to see if I could do it. I wasn't going 
to allow you to fail. If it didn't work, I wouldn't have brought 
the possibility of butt sex up. Anyway, the blue one went so 
easy, I had to know if you would feel that much bigger. It was 
only for a second or two, my mom and dad came home while I did 
it, so it wasn't like I had a chance to fall in love. C'mon Bill. 
You know I tell you everything that's important," I explained.

Bill looked at his watch and said it was over 10 minutes. I told 
him that I had been fighting it off for a minute or so anyway. I 
went to go to the commode and he came with me. DAMN, I felt 
funny. I sat and he held my hand. I looked down, almost ashamed 
to face him.

"Relax Carree, it's only natural" he said. 

I looked up to get a take on his face, but he was looking away to 
ease my embarrassment. My expulsion seemed to be all fluid 
anyway, with no embarrassing noises. Once I was sure I was done I 
pulled on him for support and moved to the bidet to clean myself.

The second bottle went much as the first after we wiled away the 
15 minutes in between with small talk. Once complete, I took his 
hand and we went to the shower stall. We washed each other 
without incident. We clearly were focused on making love in the 
bed.

We dried each other off and applied any deodorants we normally 
used. I gave Bill the lube tube and asked him to get some inside 
me. I knelt on the utility steps once again and he put a little 
on my asshole and wiggled and played till he got his lubed finger 
in. It hurt like hell, but I said nothing, but my labored 
breathing let him know I was not comfortable. He started putting 
dollops on and pushing them in, the best he could. Then he took 
the tube and put the end right to my hole and squeezed some in.

"I think that's enough. I don't want so much in there that I'll 
urge to expel it before it melts. You know what I mean?" I asked.

He answered with a quick "umm, hmmm."

I went to the changing counter and got the Blue Devil saying, 
"Let's do this right here on the changing table and not risk 
getting a mess on the sheets or anything."

I was nervous about having this toy in me again. I knew Bill 
would try to make it as erotic as possible. I hopped up on the 
table again and laid on my side, much as I had done for the 
enema. This time Bill was full of kisses and rubbing and touching 
as he bent to hold me, caress me, and make this as erotic as it 
should be. He whispered in my ear all sorts of sweet things while 
he caressed my breasts, and played with my nipples. He put his 
other hand went down between my legs as I lay away from him. He 
had all 4 fingers covering my pussy stroking it and insinuated 
his middle finger in the groove of my labia. That was all I 
needed to get flowing and in the mood. He sensed I wanted to get 
this part over with and pulled his hand further back to my butt 
and anus area. I rolled forward a little to open up for him a 
bit. I felt a greased finger introduce itself and rub, then 
explore my little hole. He pushed in a little and I began to 
relax. I knew he was moving around behind me and his finger came 
out and the cold gel of the introduction end of the plug was at 
my door. There was lots of lube on it and he pushed it right in. 
From here on it was just introduction, reduction, and re-
introduction of size and pressure. It started way smaller than 
his finger, and the widest part of the bulb was bigger than Bill. 
So, introduction, reduction, and re-introduction of size and 
pressure was the way to go.

After about 7 or 8 minutes of this play he was finally working on 
getting the fattest part of the bulb past my big muscle. I grew 
impatient with the pressure he was creating and I reached back 
and put my hand over his and pushed the final bit in. It settled 
in and I felt myself opening up.

"Uhhh, that's done," I said as I rolled to my back on the 
changing area and tucked my knees up. He asked if I was OK.

"Oh yeah, I'm more than OK right now. I feel a lot of warmth 
spreading out from that spot. It feels good, Bill. You did great. 
Thanks for being so patient." "I didn't tell him that the last 
push hurt a lot, but the pain faded quickly.

He smiled and stepped up to kiss me. As he bent I saw he had a 
major hard on. He finished his kiss and I curled a finger to 
motion him closer. I turned on my side close to the edge of the 
table and I was just the right height to take his penis into my 
mouth. I did, and shuttered at the good taste and feel of him in 
my mouth. I really loved his penis, its taste, its texture and 
how happy it made me. Right then I longed for him to spray his 
cum in my mouth so I could taste him and finish the sensation. 
But I knew that was not in the plans tonight.

I took him from my mouth and kissed the tip, as I looked in Bills 
eyes. 

"Let's go to the living room and make our way to bed," I said.

I got up and let my feet hit the floor. I was chilly and looked 
for my robe. That warmed me, although I knew it was a nervous 
chill. We went to the living room and tried to act as casual as 
we could, but we both knew what was coming. 

The phone rang and that broke the tension. Bill answered it and I 
saw him smile, saying, "That would be quite fine."

"Someone sent a bottle of champagne to us and they wanted to know 
if we were here to accept it. Geez, I hope they know we're 
underage. I wonder who it's from?"

We heard the elevator arrive and the accompanying knock on the 
door. Bill answered it and came in with a bucket. I got up to see 
who sent it. Each step with the plug in me was more erotic than 
the next. I found myself catching my breath more than once with 
the sensational feelings in my lower self.

"It's from Kim and Brad. It says "Thanks for everything, Enjoy. 
Your pals Brad AND Kim" Why is the AND capitalized and 
underlined?", Bill wondered.

"I think it means they are together, they worked things out, 
maybe," I said. "I hope so."

"Open it, Bill, I could use a drink right now, ya know??"

"Something to take and edge off, or something to intensify a 
moment?" he asked.

"I'm not sure which, to tell you the truth Bill, but I know this 
little thing is magic and has a mind of its own when I walk," I 
said.

"I hope I can put more magic in you, baby", he said as he kissed 
me.
Bill got the towel, undid the cage over the cork and managed to 
pop the top without losing a drop of the bubbly. He poured a 
couple glasses and we toasted to a good evening. For the second 
time in my life, I was actually looking forward to being 
sodomized! Screwed! Fucked in my ass! It seemed so natural, so 
normal right now, and even when I think back on it later, I'll 
feel uncomfortable about it.

We each downed a couple of flutes of the champagne and I 
proclaimed myself ready. Bill stood and offered his hand. I stood 
and Bill swept me from my feet into his arms. His strong arms 
held me as he whisked me to the bedroom. His arm supporting my 
legs pulled on my robe a little, forcing the plug a little 
deeper. I had a whisper of an orgasm as he brought me to our bed. 
I hugged and nipped his neck just before he set me down. 

Bill retrieved a bath towel and a couple hand towels from the 
pantry and came to me. He put the bath towel across the exposed 
red satin sheet approximately where my mid-section was going to 
lie. He took the tube of KY and put that in the one wash towel 
and set that aside and put the other towel, destined to hold the 
Blue Devil, beside it.

"Are we ready, Carree? Having any second thoughts? (I was shaking 
my head "no") If not let's begin by showing me your beautiful 
body," he said as he extended a hand to help me up so I could 
drop my robe.

I dropped it and did a turn for him.

"You make me feel so beautiful, so special, Bill. I hope I make 
you as happy as you make me." I said.

"My God Carree" Bill said with tears forming in his eyes, "I 
thank God everyday for you and your being so breathtakingly 
beautiful is only a bonus. You make me deliriously happy!!"

"I hope so," I said as I reached for the tie on his robe. I 
pushed it off his shoulders and it fell to the floor. I sat back 
on the bed, but the pressure in my butt was too much. I twisted 
my torso up and swung to my knees on the bed. I fell to all fours 
and looked up at Bill.

"Feed me your beautiful penis Bill. Let me lick it, suck it, and 
make it as hard as it can get. Then you can fuck me as you wish." 
I whispered to him.

Bill came to the edge of the bed and I dropped my head over his 
cock. His head felt bigger than ever and tasted delicious. Little 
drops of anticipation pre-cum had been on it, I could taste their 
residue. I lifted his cock with my right hand and dipped my mouth 
down to lick and take his testicles in my mouth, one at a time. 
He groaned as I held each one on my mouth and ran my tongue 
around it. I was flushed with passion. I let him drop from my 
mouth and looked straight into his navel. I put my tongue in it 
and licked. Looking up, I asked him to turn around. He did.

"Bend over, sweet. Please? For me?" I asked.

I ran my tongue down the crease of his butt and luxuriated in his 
manly smell. It was an aphrodisiac and my nostrils flared. I 
licked and probed my lover's asshole with my tongue. He moaned 
approval, but I was through here.

"More cock, please," I said as he stood and turned.

Once more I took him into my mouth and took him as deep as I 
could. I felt him at the back of my throat. I remembered reading 
how to deep throat and wished I could. I tried to stifle my gag 
reflex and swallow him, but it didn't work. I coughed and took 
him out for a second. I put the head back in and lolled the head, 
until he pulled away.

"I want to fuck you, to make love to you, Carree. Let me take 
your ass for mine, and your, pleasure. Let me show you how much I 
love you. Give me yourself, your gorgeous ass that you know I 
love so much." He said.

I didn't know quite what to say in answer to him, except to turn 
on all fours and face the front of the bed over the towel. I went 
to lie down and Bill said,
"Just rest your head on the bed for now. Let me lick your pussy."

I was hoping he would give me some tongue beforehand, I always 
long to be eaten by him. With my ass stuck so far in the air he 
was able to get at me good and he was licking and chewing on my 
vulva and lips. He settled his tongue into the top of my slot and 
found my clit. He sucked and teased at that until I began to 
shutter and have little tremors.

He said, "I think we have a lot of those left for the night, may 
be we shouldn't waste them so soon."

"Oh please Bill, put me over, just once before you fuck me," I 
whined impatiently.

He tipped his head to tongue directly at my clit. As he did this, 
he began to pull and play with the Blue Devil, pulling the bulb 
up half way and letting it snap back into me and then rolling it 
over. My orgasm was quick and complete. I felt it run from just 
beside my butthole all the way to my chest. It took my breath for 
a second and it was gone, leaving warmies in its path. I slouched 
and began to fall to the towel we had waiting for me.

I laid straight out and brought my legs together. I rested my 
head on a little of the pillow and had my hands, fingers out 
straight, right under my chin.

I felt Bill straddled me with his legs as he knelt on the bed 
behind my prone figure. We were about knee to knee at his point. 
I felt him take hold of the base of the plug and begin to work it 
in and out a little. After a few minutes of wild anticipation by 
me he began to pull it all the way out. I felt the bulb getting 
bigger and bigger stretching me more and more. Then he held it 
there, leaving the widest part to dilate me. He let go for a 
second and it popped back in.

"Don't do that Bill, it hurts," I cried.

"I'm sorry, are you OK? I didn't know it would do that. Are you 
OK?" he asked a little panicked.

"I'm OK, I know it wasn't intentional. Put some more lube in 
there now, OK?" I said.

He put more lube around the base and then began to pull it out 
again. At the widest point he paused again, but held it with his 
hand. He let it stay there for about a half-minute or more, and 
then finally he pulled a little and my muscles pushed it right 
out.

"Oooohhhh," I moaned with a certain relief, but also a certain 
wanting. "Fill me up Bill," I said in a growling whisper.

Bill scooted up till his knees were just below the cup of my butt 
cheeks. His cock was directly over my butthole. He knelt straight 
up and I felt one hand with his thumb and forefinger open my 
butthalves to show my little hole. He squirted a big dollop of 
cool jelly there. He dropped the tube and took his cock in his 
hand. Still kneeling straight he held that opening with his 
fingers and aim his cock right between them. I know he wanted to 
make a good aim, because he was afraid of sliding off my rosebud 
and going up my vagina. (I knew you could do this from my 
experimenting with the rubber cock) I felt his head go right in 
my ass, I was dilated good. 

I caught my breath and bucked in excitement. "No pain, no pain, 
keep going," I urged him.

With the next inch that went into me, it was apparent that he was 
just that, in! He removed his hand holding the notch open, and 
took his other hand off from his cock. He leaned forward a little 
and I knew he was wiping his hands of the lubricant. He leaned 
all the way forward until his mouth was next to my ear.

"I'm fucking my lover, right now, right in her ass," he whispered 
to me.

"Ohhh God, Your hard cock feels so good right now, up my ass. Lay 
with me and let me feel you," I said.

He put his weight on me and the last few inches of his cock were 
into me. This did feel different that the other two times I had 
taken him here. He was not as deep as the other times, but I now 
had the sensation of his cock sliding between my squeezed 
together cheeks. It was awesome and a new most erotic feeling.

He was laying with all of his weight on he and his cock pushed 
all the way into me. I loved being fucked by my lover.

He began to stroke in and out just a little to see what he could 
do, without getting lost, I think he was afraid of pulling out on 
a big backstroke, but he was doing fine. This DID feel like he 
was inside of me, but not exactly in my ass, although I knew 
WHERE he was. If this was close to vaginal sex, it was going to 
be the best when it happened. Bill was clawing at something with 
his foot and I was about to ask him what when he reached back and 
got the satin sheet to pull up over us.

There we were laying together, he inside me, with the satin 
sheets pulled up over us. This is what he wished we could do the 
first night together. Bill began to pump slowly within me at a 
nice pace. Occasionally I felt him speed up and begin to go at 
me. When he did, he was getting pretty deep. I guess my butt 
cheeks were giving in a little to his thrusts. But, for the most 
part he was doing me at a nice slower pace that our usual (if 2 
other times can be called usual) pace. His knees and elbows were 
able to take just enough of his weight off of me so I could 
breath, but there was enough weight on me to make me know I was 
being loved, and being fucked. I loved being fucked, even this 
way. We were like two kids with a new toy in each other's ear, 
telling each other how good it felt, what to do, how hard to go, 
it was special.

In the sheer joy of being penetrated and feeling him inside of me 
I almost forgot about my orgasm, but I felt it creeping up in me. 
I began to push back at him a little and I felt my breath 
quicken. I began to have little jolts of pleasure, causing me to 
catch my breath in my throat, and these continued for some time. 
Then I felt a big wave begin to overtake me. It felt like one of 
my G-spot O's, but then again it didn't. It was definitely 
devouring me, and suddenly I couldn't catch a breath, and I was 
bouncing my butt back at Bill like a jackhammer. I realized he 
had stopped thrusting and was letting me do myself. I finally 
gathered a big cleansing chest full of air and began to pant in 
rhythm with my thrusts. Another wave of spasm and orgasm hit me 
and then quickly left, I was still. Bill was still balls deep in 
my butt, but he was rested on me as I came down from my high.

"Oh, baby. That was nice. Thanks for letting me ride it home. God 
it was good. This is the best you ever felt inside me." I said, 
hardly able to contain my happiness.

"I need to get mine now, OK Care? Are you ready for me?" Bill 
asked.

"Baby, go for it. Fuck me good. Have you ever heard me say that 
so much? Fuck me." I moaned at him.

Bill sat up on his elbows a little and began to pump away at me. 
God, he felt good. I know there was a lot of lube jelly inside 
me, but he was really slip-sliding pretty good. I began to click 
off little jolts of pleasure when he began to breathe hard in my 
ear. He really started slamming me, harder than he had all night. 
'Ooooooooooooooo, Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Baaaaabbbbbbyyyyy he wailed 
in my ear as he got to his orgasm and then Ughhhh, Ughhhhh, he 
pumped hard over and over. With each slam another shot of cum 
entered me, and then I suppose he just oozed into me back there.

We lay there for 5 minutes, maybe more, without moving. He began 
to roll off me and I asked him to stay in me. He did and I pushed 
him into a spoon position. He stayed inside me for a long time.

I woke from my sexual exhaustion and reverie when I heard the 
phone ring. I couldn't place where I was or anything and then 
heard Bills voice say "Hello?"

The phone was on the shelf in the round bed stand that wrapped 
the front end of the bed. Bill was able to grab it without moving 
too much. I was trying to disseminate what he was talking about 
as I woke and unclouded myself.

"Oh yeah, Hi." . . . . . "Sort of. Uhhhh watching a movie." . . .
"No, she's sleeping." . . . ."That's what made us sleep." . . .
"We can, that's not a problem." . . . . "We can do nine." . . .
"I will. See you then, Bye."

Bill flopped his head back down on the bed and rubbed his eyes. 
He looked at me and he smiled and talked softly. "Hi baby, sorry 
if that woke you. How are you? (Then he sighed) God, I love you."

I was still a little away at the moment, but I managed a smile 
for Bill. I was back on my stomach, having rolled there after our 
spoon "broke" when we fell asleep.

"Hi lover." I said in a low voice. "I think I'm fine. I love you 
too, and a lot more. I've never felt so satisfied, so happy."

I sighed again and caught my breath to cleans my lungs and wake a 
little more. "What time is it and who was on the phone?"

Bill rolled to my side, pulling the satin sheet up over our 
shoulders and resting his head right at my ear. "Umm Lemme see, 
It's 10 o'clock, and that was Kim. They expected to hear from us 
about leaving in the morning. She knew she had awakened me and I 
said we were watching a movie and dozed after too much of the 
champagne they sent. They wanted to know if we could get going by 
10 tomorrow. I said it wasn't a problem and we would meet them 
for breakfast at 9. Is that OK with you?"

I tried to register everything he said, and thought I had it all.
I thought about our lovemaking and the fact we hadn't got up yet.

"Do we have a mess here?" I asked. "As much as I hate to say 
this, we ought to get up and clean up."

"You stay there, and I'll assess the situation," he said as he 
knelt back taking the sheets with him.

"Umm, your ass is still the cutest ever. The towel is still under 
you, your ass is still quite amazing, you leaked some and your 
ass is still beautiful!" he said as he leaned over and kissed 
each cheek on my butt.

"Great assessment, Bill. Help me up?" I asked.

He took the end of the towel under me and brought it up over my 
butt like a diaper. He tucked the ends under me and wrapped the 
end of the part under my tummy back. He asked me to roll over and 
when I did he scooped me up in his arms, stood up on the bed, 
with me in tow and stepped off the bed and brought me to the bath 
boudoir. He laid me down on the padded changing table section of 
the counter where he had prepared me for sex earlier.

"If I change and powder you, do you promise to be a good girl and 
sleep through the night?" He asked me, trying to joke.

"Depends," I said. 'Do you want a good girl, or a bad one?"

I stretched out on the table and Bill undid the towel. He took 
the corners of it and wiped around my crotch. He said it looked 
like most of his cum had run out, but there didn't appear to be 
any other mess. He did say the towel was soaked. 

I sat up and brought my butt to the edge of the table and scooted 
off. My legs were rubbery and Bill caught me.

"Get me too the toilet, Bill," I asked him, and he led me the 3 
steps where I sat. I had the urge to purge from back there, but 
it was mostly air, and I let out a stream of big farts.

Bill just stood there shaking his head saying, "We'll have to 
tweak your diet a little if you want to out go in public."

His joke eased my embarrassment, but then I let more air out and 
a stream of, what felt like, lube jelly and probably cum. Once I 
was sure I was done I moved to the bidet and cleaned up.

"Bill, here's your dream job. Would you look at my butthole and 
make sure it's not red or bruised or anything? Those are two 
things that can happen, and although we didn't have a problem, I 
just want to check."

"Gladly," he said smiling. "Step into my office."

I patted myself dry and went over to the changing counter and 
bent over it. Bill squatted behind me and pulled my cheeks apart 
and looked. He brought his finger to my hole and said it looked 
fine, and quite edible, and did he want me to see if it was 
sore."

I told him it didn't feel sore, but to introduce his finger a 
little. He poked a little around my hole and I told him, all felt 
normal. We must have used plenty of lube and stuff, I had no 
trauma at all. I stood back up and turned and held Bill.

"That was the most wonderful sex we have ever shared, Bill. I 
can't imagine sex ever getting better. Yet, I know it will be. I 
am without words to describe tonight."

We just stared in each other's eyes and you could have written a 
book with the unsaid words our minds said to each other through 
our eyes. It was a moment that I will always remember. We were so 
close, so tuned in, never one doubt about our life's together. It 
was all there. If we both died right here on the spot, our life 
would have been complete and defined.

Bill wrapped his arm around me and we slipped out of the bath to 
the living room. We sat on the sofa where the leftovers of the 
champagne remained in the ice bucket.

"Pour me some?" I said to Bill.

"We really did it tonight. You really made love to me. Not that 
you didn't before, but tonight was so physical, so mental, so, 
almost surreal. By the time you put your penis into me I was so 
tuned in to you. I can't find the words. It never felt like you 
were in my ass, you were just in me, in my love. I'm beginning to 
sound stupid, because I can't come up with words." I stumbled.

Bill held his glass up to me for a toast. "Don't try to put into 
words what we did tonight. We were completely tuned into 
something different than ever before."

We sat there sipping the wine and thinking about the experience 
of the night. Tomorrow was the end of our "honeymoon". It had 
been a wonderful few days, getting to know each other even 
better. I think we even learned a little more about our sexual 
likes and dislikes. I was surprised at how giving that both of us 
were sexually. Making our partner happy was always number one.

After sipping the rest of the bottle Bill asked if I was ready 
for bed. I told him I was ready for anything.

"Anything?" he asked.

"Anything," I said.

"Well if you really want to get a . . . "personal" again, we 
ought to shower, don't you think?" Bill asked.

"I really don't feel like going through that again. Umm, would 
you be mad if I told you to just wash off your penis?" I asked 
sheepishly.

"I won't be mad, but you'll have to scrub it for me," he said 
with a big smile.

"C'mon you manipulating pervert, I'll scrub it," I said with a 
glint in my eye.

"Ummmmmmm never mind, I think I'll do it myself," he said as he 
ran to the bathroom.

I chased him, but was too slow to catch him before he locked the 
door. I guess he really didn't trust me to scrub him up fairly. 
When he came out I was already in bed.

We did get each other off one more time before we slipped away 
into dreamland. I just had to taste Bill one more time. We 
masturbated for each other, but I wrapped my mouth around his 
cock head when he came. There were no complaints. 

We fell asleep in each other's arms after making a wake-up call 
for 8 a.m.
 

I thought that for a couple of 19-year-old high schoolers, we 
were pretty mature and sexually responsible. We both enjoyed sex 
to the fullest, but treated each other as lovers and not things. 
For as sexually immature we may have been, we both were 
inquisitive enough to find answers to our questions without 
having to resort to street lessons. In many ways, we were alike. 
Both in our fascination about sex, and our lack of fear of it, 
once we discovered our mutual allure. Bill worked my body like he 
had an owner's manual.

My girlfriend Jennifer once told me about girls who squirt, or 
gush, from a G-spot orgasm. It was something I had never heard 
of. Bill found and manipulated that spot the first chance he had. 
He knew of positions and practices that concurred with things I 
had read. When two people agree on a subject and the facts 
surrounding it, your fears are allayed. That was a big part of 
our awakening. 
The fact that I was very orgasmic made Bill a more confident 
lover. He KNEW I was being pleased, A LOT! My own sexual desire 
for him, and his penis, was brought out by the fact that HE was 
shy to bring up the subject. I found out what he wouldn't show me 
when I saw Kim's X-rated video at Megs house. That opened up my 
mind, as well as my mouth. The young girl we saw in that video 
was in love with her partner and had no qualms about taking him 
in her mouth. I knew I loved my man as much as that, once he 
proved he was a man. I looked beyond the physical act of oral sex 
and swallowing semen, to the act of love that it is. When we 
desired something sexually, we were not afraid to ask each other, 
or to experiment.
The thing that made all of this easy was, we loved and trusted 
each other. Even when we were innocent kids who weren't sure what 
to do with our genitalia, we still loved and trusted each other 
and had a goal of being together forever, very early on.



I know how lucky I was to have known a love like William. 
From our early sex lives you can see we could rarely get enough 
of each other. Of course the newness of sex wore off, but only 
to a point. We always referred to our Graduation trip as our honeymoon, 
but it was actually the first of many we had.

Our story is written from my diary and of course, my memory. Very 
little has been embellished and I have tried to write and speak 
as I did when they happened.

Carree


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