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Confessione

By: ULISSE



Mi è capitata, in questi giorni, l'edizione francese di 'Confessioni', di Lev Tolstoi.

Le ho lette. Dapprima con curiosità, poi con interesse.

Mi sono domandato cosa significhi 'confessare'?

Ho cercato sul dizionario.

Vuol dire 'ammettere una colpa, un reato, una mancanza'.

Non mi convince.

Però può anche essere una 'memoria autobiografica', come le 'Confessioni' di Sant'Agostino, di Rousseau.

Così è meglio, potrebbe andare.

Può essere la rivelazione di qualcosa di riservato, un 'confidare'.

E' accettabile.

Per me, riconoscere una mancanza ('loro' dicono peccato) e andarla a raccontare a un uomo che asserisce essere delegato dal Creatore a 'rimettere', cioè cancellare le colpe, a condizione che io le riconosca tali e dichiari di propormi di non commetterne più in futuro, è qualcosa di irrazionale.

Intanto, sono 'loro' a stabilire cosa debba essere considerato peccato, che può essere commissivo, omissivo, o solo di pensiero. In base a che? Rispondono in base alla legge del Creatore.

Mi viene spontaneo di chiedere chi abbia creato il Creatore.

Peccato, dovrebbe essere sinonimo di male.

Male, in sostanza, è quello che tu speri non debba capitarti.

Quindi, se non faccio ad altri ciò che non voglio che sia fatto a me, non faccio del male.

Filosofia di bassa lega. Osserveranno alcuni.

Per me non è filosofia ma solo riflessione elementare.

Certo non voglio essere forzata a fare ciò che non desidero, che mi provochi danno fisico, o mi si porti via ciò che è mio.

Per me è 'male' sottrarre ad altri ciò che loro non vogliono darti.

Legge selvaggia, primitiva, della giungla?

Credo che sia legge della natura, del buon senso, della logica, della razionalità.

Da qui deriva il come comportarsi.

In tutti i campi. Nessuno escluso. Anche nella sessualità

Vivere secondo natura.

In parole povere, se l'individuo, maschio o femmina che sia, non ci vuole 'stare', cioè non vuole accoppiarsi con te. Cerca altrove. Ma se contraccambia tutto è OK.

Troppo facile? 

No. 

E' solo naturale.

^^^

Ho cercato di vivere proprio 'secondo natura'. Secondo la natura umana, logicamente, che spinge primariamente al soddisfacimento dei bisogni fisiologici, e poi di quelli della mente.

Natura che stimola sempre nuove conoscenze, di luoghi, di esseri viventi, che spinge alla ricerca del mai visto. Interesse, soprattutto, non semplice curiosità. Interessi pieni di perché. 

Natura essenzialmente razionale, logica, che suggerisce induzioni, deduzioni. Che porta, quindi, alla sperimentazione. Che rifiuta l'utopia, preferendo, il pragmatismo, la concretezza, la positività.

Ho sonno? Dormo.

Ho fame? Mangio.

Ho sete? Bevo.

Ho altri bisogni? Cerco di soddisfarli.

E così come vado cercando il giaciglio più comodo e sicuro, il cibo più gradevole, la fonte più limpida e fresca, cerco di trovare quanto di più attraente esiste per l'appagamento delle altre impellenze dettate, anzi imposte, dalla natura.

Ragionamento contorto? No, mi sembra lineare, limpido, rigoroso.

E' bellissimo piantare un albero per poi saziarsi dei frutti che recherà. E', ad esempio, il compiacimento di gustare qualcosa del nostro orto, seminata da noi, curata nella crescita, sviluppo, maturità.

Ho sempre avuto un po' la fissazione di cosa sia 'naturale'.

Uno degli argomenti che mi aveva colpito, durante gli studi, era la suddivisione dei muscoli: volontari e involontari. Lisci e striati.

Poiché, evidentemente, non avevo capito nulla o non mi era stato spiegato bene l'argomento, ero convinta che i muscoli vaginali fossero 'involontari'.

Ero alla vigilia della maturità ed ero andata a Kone, in Giappone, per uno scambio culturale. Non ricordo bene come la sera venimmo a parlare, appunto, di muscolatura e quando io dissi il mio convincimento, la tutor, che era una brava biologa, mi spiegò che i muscoli lisci, si trovano nelle pareti dei vasi sanguigni e in organi interni come i polmoni, lo stomaco e la vescica, si contraggono come risultato di una serie di reazioni chimiche. I ricercatori spiegano che un set di queste reazioni chimiche è integrato da un secondo processo chimico che subentra quando il primo risulta limitato. 

I muscoli vaginali –aggiunse- non possono considerarsi involontari, e la prova è evidente, basta ricordare l'uso di quelle che si chiamano 'le palline delle geishe'.

Non nascosi la mia ignoranza e chiesi di cosa si trattasse.

Le compagne giapponesi nascosero un risolino, ma molte di noi erano desiderose di conoscere.

La tutor, era molto seria, professionale.

Io ho registrato la sua spiegazione.

Le palline delle geishe sono due, si presentano come palline da golf, generalmente di plastica, legate in serie da un filo doppio di nylon che passa al loro interno ed esce formando un fiocco tipo quello degli assorbenti interni (ha infatti la stessa funzione: afferrandolo e tirandolo fa uscire dalla vagina le palline). Le palline sono cave e al loro interno ce ne sono altre 2, leggermente più piccole, di metallo più pesante. 

L'utilizzo principale è legato all'allenamento dei muscoli vaginali; si dice che le geishe le utilizzassero per rendere i loro muscoli così sensibili e tonici da far godere un uomo solamente con le contrazioni dei muscoli vaginali, rimanendo esteriormente perfettamente immobili. Un effetto collaterale dell'allenamento è il piacere che le palline in azione procurano; si può anche arrivare all'orgasmo perché l'azione combinata delle contrazioni dei muscoli e delle vibrazioni delle palline stimola il punto G. 

Le palline vanno inserite in vagina come un assorbente interno (il filo doppio verso l'esterno!), poi occorre contrarre e rilassare il muscolo vaginale ritmicamente (60 battute al minuto circa) cercando di tenere il ritmo per almeno tre-quattro minuti. Le contrazioni del muscolo vaginale fanno sì che le palline di metallo inizino a girare nelle palline cave e così facendo procurano vibrazioni all'interno della vagina sempre più intense. Le vibrazioni tendono ad intensificarsi se alla contrazione del muscolo vaginale si abbina un esercizio aerobico che faccia oscillare il bacino, tipo marcia, corsa leggera o step (la cyclette non va bene perché obbliga a stare seduti e blocca il bacino in posizione fissa). Se invece si desidera un piacere più pigro ma ugualmente intenso si possono stimolare leggermente entrando con le dita anche analmente, per le donne a cui questa penetrazione piace. Finito l'uso si rilassano i muscoli vaginali e si estraggono le palline tirando dolcemente il filo. E' opportuno disinfettare le palline subito prima e subito dopo l'uso. 

Passeggiare con le palline "inserite"? Certo, non se ne accorge nessuno e intanto alleni il muscolo: è come quando ti dicono di contrarre i glutei per rassodarli almeno 300 volte al giorno... mentre aspetti l'autobus o sei in coda. Ma bisogna fare attenzione perché le geisha-balls da utilizzare camminando sono quelle con l'esterno in plastica morbido: con quelle di metallo infatti è praticamente impossibile perché fanno rumore e hai la sensazione che lo sentano tutti... ed effettivamente è proprio così!!! 

La difficoltà del funzionamento dipende dalla tonicità e mobilità dei muscoli vaginali: come in qualsiasi allenamento sportivo quanto più i muscoli sono rilassati tanto più difficile sarà farli contrarre all'inizio. E' opportuno allenarsi a giorni alterni per almeno 3 o 4 minuti finché il gesto non diventa automatico; a quel punto si può incrementare il ritmo delle contrazioni a parità di tempo o la durata dell'allenamento a parità di ritmo, o entrambi a piacere. L'obiettivo è di riuscire a raggiungere l'orgasmo e farlo raggiungere al partner! 

E' bello condividere queste sensazioni con il partner ma attenzione perché ci sono molti uomini che si bloccano (e che sono quasi gelosi) perché ritengono che l'autoerotismo nella donna faccia diminuire la sua libido. Ce ne sono altri che invece non solo approvano questo desiderio femminile ma vogliono parteciparvi attivamente. 

Si possono acquistare in qualunque sexy shop e costano circa 20-30 mila euro a seconda dei modelli. 

Esauriente e schematica, la spiegazione. Ma la curiosità di sperimentare il tutto era fortissima, e non solo mia.

Akuti Apala, indiana, anche lei partecipante al corso, mi disse che da loro quella pratica era molto raffinata e consentiva cose 'pregevoli' tanto da far raggiungere il massimo del piacere ai loro uomini... e alle loro partners. Mi invitò nella sua cameretta per una... dimostrazione.

Ci trovammo in cinque, nella camera di Akuti Apala (principessa bellissima, nella sua lingua). Si sdraiò, alzò il sari, dilatò le gambe. Prese una specie di rosario fatto di grossi grani rotondi, di una resina trasparente, in ognuno dei quali c'erano tre palline più piccole. Il rosario terminava con un fiocco di seta. I 'grani' erano una decina. Akuti ci avvertì che lei da oltre un anno eseguiva quell'esercizio ed era riuscita a... ma ci disse di osservare.

Infilò il primo 'grano' nella vagina, si distese, si concentrò, e con lenti e lunghi movimenti del grembo cominciò a far entrare nel suo sesso, molto lentamente, non solo quel primo 'grano' ma anche diversi altri. Rimase ferma per un istante, quindi respirò, in un certo modo.

'Ora' –disse- 'li sto facendo ruotare in me... le palline piccole fanno battere i grossi grani contro le pareti della vagina e quello che incontra il mio punto G mi provoca deliziose sensazioni... fino all'orgasmo. Ora, però, espellerò tutto.' E fece così. Sempre con estrema lentezza.

Quando restammo sole, Akuti ed io, le chiesi dove avrei potuto trovare quella specie di rosario, come un komboloi greco o turco. Mi disse che ne aveva uno in più, e me lo regalava. Non solo, ma si offrì di impartirmi i primi elementi di quella particolare ginnastica vaginale. Fui allieva così attenta e solerte, che prima del ritorno in patria già riuscivo a fare molto più di quanto avessi sperato. Riuscivo ad 'aspirarlo' molto lentamente, ad espellerlo un elemento alla volta, e soprattutto a farlo rotolare dentro. Era stata la cosa più difficile e che aveva richiesto maggiore applicazione. Deliziosa applicazione, perché se ne ricavava un piacere intenso e addirittura regolabile.

Il 'GR', come lo chiamavo, il 'Geisha Rosary', è stato, in un certo senso, l'artefice e il principale se non assoluto disciplinatore della mia vita. Erano normali certi desideri, certe pulsioni, ed a me quel tipo di recita del rosario era appagante. Ma bisogna ricordare che 'rosary' vuol dire anche roseto, e ogni roseto ha le sue spine. 

Era prevedibile, ed anche evitabile, ma del senno del poi, si dice, ne son piene le fosse. E così, quando il luogo e le circostanze quasi lo imposero, e dato che avevo lasciato a casa GR, Giorgio lo sostituì, e io trattai il suo 'coso' caldo e vibrante come sapevo fare, e poiché eravamo stati precipitosi e sconsideratamente incauti, nove mesi dopo lui era su una piattaforma nel mare del nord, vicino a Greta, sua moglie, ed io davo alla luce Marco. A soli diciannove anni.

Una situazione abbastanza irta di ostacoli, non tanto economici perché mio nonno mi aveva intestato alcuni titoli con discreta resa, quanto per l'atteggiamento piuttosto critico dei miei, per i sorriseti delle amiche, e per i bellimbusti che si sentivano autorizzati a provarci, tanto io, per loro, ero certamente una che ci stava. Anzi, che cercava.

Giorgio non credo abbia mai saputo delle conseguenze di quella unica volta, anche se, memore del 'trattamento', per un certo tempo mi aveva cercato, durante le sue permanenze in sede.

Comunque, basta con l'università, logicamente; piccolo appartamentino (pure questo dono del nonno); fortunata e ben retribuita sistemazione presso una multinazionale, come corrispondente estero, grazie alla mia buona conoscenza di un paio di lingue straniere.

Non passano rapidamente, gli anni, ma passano. Ne sono trascorsi quasi diciannove, e Marco è quello che a Venezia si dice 'tocco di marcantonio'. Oltre uno e ottanta, armonioso ma non 'palestrato', simpatico, cordiale, amicone, e, quel non guasta, studioso, grazie anche alla sua viva intelligenza.

Poiché, e non so spiegarmelo, ho deciso di aprirmi, devo dire che inizialmente, subito dopo la nascita di Marco, tutta presa dall'accudirlo, dal nuovo lavoro, e da tante cose, quasi avevo dimenticato GR, e ad un maschio non avevo proprio pensato.

C'erano mille cose cui pensare. Per fortuna Gisella, la baby sitter, mi ha aiutato moltissimo, fin quando Marco ha iniziato le elementari. Poi ci siamo organizzati diversamente. Siamo andati sempre molto d'accordo, si è sempre confidato con me, ed io, entro certi termini, gli ho sempre parlato dei miei problemi. Lo faccio anche adesso che mi supera quasi d'un palmo.

Io non sono appariscente, e faccio di tutto per non esserlo, ma, e non sia presunzione, non credo neppure d'essere da buttar via. Quando mi guardo il seno, abbastanza prospero, lo specchio mi dice che sta su e molto bene, altrettanto le natiche. La vita è snella, il ventre piatto. Il volto ovale, e i lunghi capelli lo incorniciano piacevolmente. Tutto questo, però, me lo dice lo specchio, perché a nessun uomo ho mai consentito di poterlo fare. La mia massima nudità è quella del costume da bagno, e il due pezzi è abbastanza castigato.

Al resto ci ha pensato GR.

Un momento. E' necessario puntualizzare. C'è un uomo che mi ha detto, e mi dice, che sono bella; che ha certamente potuto vedere la mia nudità. C'è uno che, e mi sembra sempre di più, mi abbraccia, mi carezza, mi guarda con certi occhi. Ed è lui che mi ripete: 'Sei bellissima, mamma!' Mi stringe a sé, e lo sento che mi...palpa... e da qualche tempo si eccita... lo sento. Lui, non sa, però, come mi ecciti io a quel contatto, e come mi piaccia essere così esplorata con la mano... sentire la sua mascolinità esuberante. Poi... un sospiro e GR ci pensa.

Poiché sono in vena di memorie, devo dire che questa attrazione per Marco non è esplosa improvvisamente. Io questa pianta, anzi questo 'fusto', questo giovane aitante, l'ho alimentato fin da quando era una pianticina debole, bisognosa di cure e di essere nutrita, difesa da tutto e da tutti. L'ho vista crescere, minuto per minuto, divenire sempre più bella, robusta, ed ora é in grado di avere dei frutti, a sua volta di generare altre piante. E come se ne é in grado! Io lo so bene, e non da adesso. E' da tempo che GR cerca di riempire il mio vuoto mentre penso a Marco. E' naturale, no? Io ho il solco, lui il vomere per ararlo, il seme per fecondarlo... No, non posso pensarci, mi viene da impazzire... Quante volte sono stata tentata, specie in questi ultimi tempi, di contraccambiare i suoi abbrancamenti e di .... abbrancare a mia volta...

Non so se sia stato casuale o meno, ma l'altro giorno, mentre ero allo specchio, in sottoveste, e ancor prima di indossare reggiseno e slip, mi ha abbracciata stretta, ha afferrato il seno, lo ha carezzato, stretto i capezzoli che sembravano voler perforare la seta, mentre sentivo la sua patta gonfia premere il solco del mio didietro. E quello avrebbe voluto aprirsi, riceverlo... Poi le sue mani sono scese sul mio ventre... più giù... hanno indugiato... è stato istintivo, incontrollabile, improvviso, dischiudere appena le gambe... ed ho percepito le sue dita sul mio grembo. Là... sulle mie grandi labbra che s'erano gonfiate da scoppiare, mentre m'era impossibile restare ferma... Con un lungo sospiro sono riuscita a voltarmi, a sorridergli col viso rivolto a lui... e le sue labbra mi hanno baciato gli occhi.... La bocca. Quando, visibilmente eccitato e rosso in volto, si è avviato verso la porta, cercando di nascondere il suo stato di esaltazione, ho chiuso la porta, mi sono sdraiata sul letto. Con GR!

Rimasi a lungo, dopo diverso tempo che GR mi aveva consolata, a riflettere che così non si poteva andare avanti. O mi decidevo a impedirgli di sbirciarmi seminuda (anche perché io lo favorivo, in ciò), di abbracciarmi in lunghi ed evidenti pomiciate, oppure.... Qui mi fermavo. Non desideravo allontanarlo da me, ma avevo paura di quell'oppure... Cosa significava? Se non rendevo impossibile quel delizioso contatto cos'altro c'era da fare? Io lo sapevo benissimo, e mi struggevo... ma.... Ma? Come mi avrebbe considerata? Nessuna remora psudo-morale o para-religiosa, né di altro tipo. Che avrebbe detto Marco? Dovevo parlarne con lui? Non me la sentivo. L'unica cosa era di fornirgli l'occasione per accertare cosa avesse in mente lui, fino a che punto sarebbe giunto.

Cominciai a curare maggiormente il mio aspetto, specie al mattino, subito dopo la doccia, a circolare più discinta, a non chiudere la porta della doccia, della mia camera. Certamente lo aveva notato, perché mi disse che da qualche giorno ero 'addirittura' più bella, attraente, affascinante. Più sexy. Era la prima volta che mio figlio, parlando di me, aveva usato la parola 'sexy'. Non so se reputava quel mio atteggiamento frivolo o provocante, ma anche lui cominciò a comportarsi, diciamo così, più liberamente: veniva a colazione in accappatoio, e quando si sedeva nulla celava la consistenza della sua virilità. Pensai che forse eravamo sulla via buona. 

Qualcosa di me, però, diveniva sempre più impaziente. Vi assicuro che non ero ridotta all' accattonaggio di un maschio; da sempre ero tempestata di avances, e qualcuna anche allettante, e i miei reiterati e assoluti rifiuti avevano sollevato mormorii intorno alla mia supposta frigidità o al mio essere lesbica.

Io non volevo un uomo, ma quell'uomo. Del resto, perché contentarsi di quello che offre il mercato mentre nel tuo giardino esiste il più bel frutto che si possa desiderare?

Questa volta non era più verde l'erba del vicino, ma quella del mio orticello.

Sì, ero proprio sulla 'retta via'. 

Marco, quella mattina, quando andai a togliere dinanzi a lui la tazza della colazione, mi prese per una mano, e mi tirò a sedere sulle sue gambe nude, tra le quali svettava un obelisco che al confronto quelli di Luxor fanno ridere. Fui attenta, nel sedermi, di... posizionarlo, sia pure col fastidio della stoffa della mia leggera vestaglia, in modo che non si piegasse dolorosamente. Avevo dischiuso le cosce e tra esse c'era questo rotolo che ritenni opportuno stringere subito.

"Ma', ti sei accorta che... non ne posso più?"

"Più... cosa... tesoro?" 

Chiesi con un'aria ipocritamente innocente. 

Mi strinse quasi con violenza. 

"Non scherzare... ti prego... così non posso seguitare a impazzire..."

"Ma, piccolo mio, è naturale che un giovane come te si...scaldi un po', vedendo un po' dell'altro sesso, anche se si tratta di una 'appassitella'"

"Ma', non scherzare... non dire sciocchezze... ma che 'appassitella'... per dio!" E infilò la mano nella vestaglia e afferrò una tetta, stringendola.

"Marco, piano, per favore... così mi fai male..."

"E così?"

Mi baciò sulla bocca, con passione, introducendo la lingua tra le mie labbra che, per la verità, non opposero alcuna resistenza, anzi ricambiarono con maggior voluttà. Finalmente! Era bellissimo. Ora la sua mano mi carezzava, titillava il capezzolo... deliziosamente... 

Dovevo rientrare ne mio ruolo, mal volentieri. Mi staccai alquanto da lui.

"Marco, tesoro mio.... Sono la tua mamma...."

"Sei il mio tormento, supplizio, come quello di Tantalo. Averti qui, sempre presente, splendida, affascinante, provocante... sì, provocante... e non poter..." "Non poter cosa, bambino mio..." 

Sentivo il mio grembo sconvolgersi. Io che ero orgogliosa di come potevo e sapevo dominare i muscoli della mia vagina, a stavo perdendo ogni controllo... e sentivo che andavo sempre più...bagnandomi...

Ma non era quello che desideravo? Perché, allora, questa schermaglia falsa ed anche pericolosa. Pericolosa perché, passato il momento, c'era pericolo che tutto, poi, finisse lì, e si concludesse con qualche scusa banale...sai... scusa mamma...ho perduto la testa. E io avrei perduto l'occasione così a lungo sognata, bramata, concupita. Lo carezzai: testa, capelli, lo baciai sugli occhi. "Ti voglio bene, piccolo mio, e... non solo perché sono la tua mamma....." Non mi lasciò finire.


Confessionism



TO BE CAUGHT:

Lying in my bed with my eyes closed fantasizing about looking down the blouse of a girl at school as I slowly move my fist up and down around my uncomfortably hard erection. I am now lost in this fantasy oblivious to my surroundings as my thoughts race with my fist building steam pumping harder and faster and gripping my throbbing manhood tighter and tighter; my fantasy girl slowly looks up with a small but wicked smile acknowledging me as I stare at her budding breasts. Faster, harder and tighter as the euphoria of ejaculation is building and coming; my body tightens mouth opens and....

The door of my room abruptly opens and she walks in carrying a laundry basket filled with my clean clothes. Euphoria disappears as panic, embarrassment and disbelief push their way in; I am now ejaculating into my linens as I try to cover myself up. 

"Excuse me!" I manage to choke out.

She looks down at me scrambling around in my own bed naked "Oh, ok." She says as she puts the basket down and makes a quick exit. After the door closes I imagine that she ran sobbing into her room paralyzed with disbelief and shame.

I am left shocked and sticky from my own man juices in disbelief. She caught me doing dirty bad things; what an animal I am; a pervert! As far as I knew I was the only person in the world who engaged in such acts at least I was the only person in the world who did this so frequently; sometimes exceeding 5 times a day.

That moment is my first recollection of how enormous and heavy the feelings of guilt, shame and embarrassment can be. I carried that feeling for many days not daring to speak about with anyone until recently. 

I was caught masturbating by an innocent; a person so pure and free from sin that the mere thought of me doing these naughty things could be enough to break her mental competence and send her immediately to seek medical attention.

Shame to me; the exhibitionist.

TO CATCH:

I jog up the large carpeted stairs heading for my room thinking that I am the only person home and as I walk by her room I hear an unfamiliar sound escaping from her slightly ajar door. I decide to say hello and I approach her door as this strange sound is catching me attention it is a vibrating sound that gets loud then muffled then loud over and over. I slowly open the door and peek in; Oh My Goodness! She is on her back in her bed with her feet firmly planted and her legs spread. I am staring directly between her thighs as she slowly abuses herself with a very large vibrator. I try to turn and run but am physically stuck like a deer in headlights unable to even close my eyes. Shock and horror slowly transform into joy as a wave of relief spreads itself through me. I am just barely able to process that this woman, this picture of purity and innocence abuses herself in the same manner as me; oh my goodness maybe I am not an animal or pervert or maybe we both are. I don't really care as long as I am not alone in this pursuit of self pleasure.

I quietly kneel so as not to be seen and watch as she manipulates this large vibrating tool in an out of her moist vagina over and over; my eyes are as big as dinner plates as I watch her arch her back and curl her toes as she comes to orgasm.

Without touching it my hard cock throbs then ejaculates gushing my cum into my pants.

I quietly back out and sneak into my bathroom to wash up.

I had never thought sexually of her until that moment; but from then on everything about her excited me; she is petite but her body commands attention. A very large and beautiful bosom leads to s skinny waist then open ups to a big wonderful heart shaped buttocks and short creamy white legs drop down to the cutest tiny feet anyone could imagine.

She has the face and brain of an angel atop a body of sensual lust.

Shame to me; the voyeur.

TO LANGUISH:

The next several years proceed as I grow into my own sexuality; I am obsessed as many of my peers are with the opposite sex and do quite well with dating and the heavy petting that comes along with it. Girls come and they go only to be replaced with others; there is pain and heartache along with bliss and joy.

However, she is always there and I become somewhat of a pervert and peeping tom; I expose myself to her as often as possible, manipulating situations so as to be naked and erect as she passes my room or to walk in on her showering after I hear the water start falling.

Like a fever my perversion flares and withdraws with no apparent reason, I could go weeks or even months with no major situations only to find myself lurking in the basement waiting for a fresh pair of her panties to fall down the laundry shoot for me to play with as I masturbated.

Strangely through this time I am aware that she is aware of my seemingly strange and perverted behavior and absolutely none of it is spoken of or acknowledged. I would see her looking at my erection as I proudly exposed it to her; I would sometimes watch her dress or undress and though she did nothing to encourage my behavior she also did nothing to discourage it.

My adolescent friends would tease me about her body and tell me how wonderful it was and what they would like to do with her and to her; I would protest their harassments but inside felt the same way and satisfied myself with the thought that they had no idea what was packed in under her clothes. 

And so it went as I languished through my youth and into adulthood.

TO LIVE:

Decades came and they went and I grew into a man with my own family and home. Wonderfully adjusted and normal to any observer, however underneath my seemingly correct appearances still lurked the same perverted exhibitionist/voyeur for this one woman.

On every visit and vacation that we shared, even as this well adjusted family man, I would never miss an opportunity to expose my manhood, peek in a window as she dressed or even to walk right in as she showered. And still not a word was said or even a disapproving look shot my way. There were even just a slight few wonderfully precious moments of perceived encouragement from her during a small stretch of time when she was alone with no man to comfort her.

During this time I developed a new sense of shame along with heavy guilt for my behavior towards her; for I not only had this sexual attraction to her but also very much respect for how she lived her life and the way she dealt with the many obstacles that she faced. She is a wonderful woman who only wants and strives for the people around her to be satisfied. Shame on me for disgracing such a beautiful person with my hard cock and peeping eyes. 

I lived with a combination of excitement, shame, guilt and lust that was becoming more difficult to mentally manage as I matured into my middle age. 

TO CONFESS:

A desire to confess and apologize developed within me that I kept at bay for several years. This desire to confess was strong, strange and scary while at the same time it was also exhilarating. What would she do if I confessed and begged for forgiveness; surely she would shun me.

During a period of heavy mental stress brought on by outside influences I became depressed and I would often mentally vacation from my stress and depression by mentally confessing to her and writing my confession and apology to her and then quickly deleting. I also started to write short erotic stories based on combination of fact and fiction. This was a dark time for me for I now knew that I was going to do it. This knowing and practicing of my confession/apology went on for many months until the one morning when I did it.

And confess I did; once it started there was no stopping. I confessed to every exposed cock, every peep in the window, every panty sniff and that I had always and still do masturbate to the vision of her masturbating. I confessed and apologized for my behavior and told her all that I felt including the confusion between lust and respect and the shame I felt.

She was very understanding and beneficial during this time when I was most vulnerable and told me that it was ok and I felt better for a time. However, I assumed by taking this action that the fantasies and urges would stop and they did not. If anything they grew, and emboldened by my new ability to communicate with her on a sexual nature became stronger. I wrote erotic stories for her and told her my fantasies and we talked of sexual things. She shared sexual feelings and fantasies with me and we bonded during this time developing a much stronger trust within each other than we had ever had. I knew that I could confide in her and she now knew that she could confide in me and that our secrets were safe with one another.

Most of the guilt and shame had now left me and I was relieved, however the lust remained.

TO ACCEPT:

With the guilt and the shame gone I inadvertently began trying to seduce her through my stories and discussions. She had confided in me that she found secret excitement and enjoyment from my fantasies but asked me to stop engaging her with them for they made her uncomfortable.

So for a time I would exercise self-control and keep my fantasies to myself, then similar to a pot of boiling soup on the stove top all of the pent up frustrating would spill out over a few day massive communication with her. And then usually a few month reprieve of self control followed by episodes of eroticism.

I slowly accepted that even through the tremendous respect and natural love that I had for her, I also had lust. Not typical lust but lust the same; I had and have fantasies and urges to expose myself to her, to masturbate for her and watch her in the same.

I am now in the process of accepting that even though I have this one seemingly insurmountable emotional defect that I am still a good person. For some reason I got stuck in a Freudian phase of childhood that most men adjust out of and I did not. I accept it but I wonder if she does.



Confessions



My boyfriend Adam and I have been together for roughly 2 years, since I was a freshman and he was a junior in college. Right now he is at law school and I'm still working on my undergrad degree. We get along great, love each other, and have a lot of fun together, and I can see things going far with us, but lately we've had a few problems. I've had a difficult past and because of it I find it really hard to open up about my feelings or let loose and lose control. While Adam knows about my past, it still really bothers him that I never fully let go when I'm with him; because I don't let him in all the way, he isn't as open as he could be.

Anyhow, he attends school an hour away from me, and we talk every night and spend most weekends together. While our sex life is fine -- we both derive pleasure from it -- we both know it could be better if we'd just open up. Adam was thinking about this lately and told me he had an idea that could possibly help us out. 

"I think that I've solved our problem, Jessie,"

"Really? How so?" I didn't need to ask what the problem was; we'd realized 'the problem' a while back.

"I think that part of the problem is shyness about being open with our feelings. I was thinking we'd each write each other a letter with our biggest secrets -- sexual fantasies, past histories, problems, etc. Then, when I come up on Saturday we'll read them and talk about the issues we both have. This way, we won't have to voice the problems we're having but we can get them out in the open. I love you and don't want to lose you, Jessica."

I thought about this a moment, and readily agreed. This is about where I am now -- trying to write the letter. Part of the reason I haven't been honest about my issues is the fact that I'm scared of Adam's reaction, and I don't want to lose him. But, I'm slowly realizing that if I'm not open about this then I'll lose him anyway. So here goes...

"Adam-

You know I have trust issues and that I am very scared of rejection, and while I know that you wouldn't purposely hurt me I've still let doubts rule my mind. So, I ask that you not laugh at me or hate me for anything I write to you. I couldn't bear the humiliation of being rejected by you, the only man I've ever really loved.

I'll build this up slowly...The first thing I've never really voiced but is a big issue for me is my own self esteem. I judge people too harshly, including myself. I feel like I'm not attractive enough to deserve you, and that you can't really be aroused by me. Because of this, I get really self-conscious when I'm naked with you or when you are hanging out with other girls -- I feel like I can never compare. I don't know how to fix this, though I have tried in the past. Acceptance of myself isn't a problem in most areas, but with my appearance it is. 

My biggest problem is a bit harder to share. It isn't a problem, really, so much as a fantasy, a type of need I have. A desire to add to our relationship in a way that would really shift the dynamic, if you can accept it. 

You know I have control issues, and that I always have to have control in school and work. I don't like being vulnerable, and I don't like not knowing what will happen or how things will go. A lot of this is based on my past. With this, I also have extreme difficulty breaking down and crying, losing myself in anger, or completely letting go in orgasm. 

I used to have fantasies of being tied up, because it would mean I wasn't in control. I didn't understand it at first, but I looked up erotica with the 'tied up' theme for masturbation purposes. What I found really surprised me, but it helped me understand myself a lot better. 

It turns out that some people can have dominant tendencies, and some people submissive tendencies. There is a whole sub-culture of BDSM -- Bondage/discipline, Domination/submission, and sadomasochism. Some people live as slaves 24/7, doing whatever their Masters command them to, and following all sorts of rules. Other people simply get off on pain and the bondage. There is one other group that I understood most.

Some submissives enjoy living independent lives, with careers and opinions of their own, keeping control in work and school, and equality in the relationship -- except for in the bedroom. In sexual areas, these submissives surrender control to their Doms (or Masters), letting him take control and decide what happens and how. He would control her pleasure -- when she had it, how she had it -- if she had it at all. She would strive to please him, and if she disobeyed she'd be punished. Of course, there is often a safe word just in case something didn't go as planned. Safe, sane, and consensual is the general dynamic.

What I learned called out to me. I knew I had these submissive feelings before I met you, but I've never explored them much. I don't know if I like pain, but I know I want to submit to you. I want to be tied up by you, spanked by you. I want to be teased and to need your permission to orgasm. I want your pleasure to be my focus and in turn I will be pleased. I want to beg you for satisfaction and then share mind-blowing orgasms with you. 

The trust required for this type of relationship is intense, but I want that. I want to know that I can surrender completely to you, trust you completely, and you will still love me. I want to know that you have the control and I can't decide what happens or how I respond -- if you command me to let go I would have to let go, or be punished. But keep in mind, punishment itself could be pleasurable. I want clamps and floggers and wax, denial and release. I long to kneel at your feet. 

There are times when school has been very stressful, and I'm having difficulties, and I'm so glad to see you and be in your arms -- but I so very much want to just hand over all control to you to. I want to sit at your feet when watching TV and just have you stroke my hair.

Part of the reason I was so attracted to you in the first place was your strength, your protective nature, and your natural dominance. I just didn't know how to bring this up. If you don't have these kinds of desires, my admittance of them could completely ruin things. I love you and couldn't bear that kind of rejection from you. I can barely write this, and don't know how I'm going to handle you reading it. Please don't hate me."

The next Saturday, Adam came up to visit me like he usually does. I don't think I've ever been so nervous in my life, waiting for the moment he'd read my letter. I tried watching TV, but just sat there staring into space. When the doorbell rang, I must've jumped a foot. When I answered it, as expected Adam was there. Also per usual, he took my breath away. 

Adam is about 6'3", maybe 200lbs, with really muscular arms. He isn't one of those lanky tall guys, but rather he is strong. He has shorter dark brown hair, just long enough to grab with my fingers in the heat of passion, and he has dark blue eyes that turn a silvery blue when he's especially aroused or angry. He has a strong jaw, with full lips and adorable dimples. Usually I can read his expressions easily, but at that moment I couldn't breathe, let alone read him. Adam sensed my nervousness, and walked in, shutting and locking the door behind him. He picked me up as if I weighed nothing and walked over to the couch, turning off the TV and holding me close to him. I silently wrapped my arms around him and held tight, burying my head in his chest as he rubbed my back softly.

"Oh, Jessie, its ok. You don't have to be this worried, it's just me. I love you honey," Adam whispered in my ear. I finally stopped trembling and calmed down enough to look up at him.

"Adam, do we have to exchange letters? I'm scared."

"Jessie, that's just the problem. If we have so much fear we can't be honest with one another, than this relationship is doomed to fail." I buried my head in his chest again, curling up in his arms. 

"How do we do this then?"

"One of us will give the other the letter, and then that person will read it, and then we'll talk about it before reading the other one. Would you like to go first, or would you rather I do?"

"Oh God, I don't know. Either way involves you reading my letter. Just get it out of the way, please." I pulled the letter out of my pocket and shoved it into his hands. He started to open it, and I freaked out. "I can't handle this -- I can't watch as you read it. If you still want me when you're done I'll be in my room."

At that, I left and went to my room, closing the door and crying silently in to my pillow. A few minutes later, I heard the door open and I just cried harder into my pillow, humiliated beyond belief. Adam sat down on the bed, pulled me to him, and resumed stroking my hair and comforting me. 

"Its ok honey, let it out, just cry it out." When I had finished crying I just remained with my face hidden, too embarrassed by my crying and my confession to face him.

"Little one, look me in the eye," Adam commanded me sternly. The tone of his voice was gentle, yet brooked no arguments. I looked up slowly, the intensity of his gaze sending chills of arousal and vulnerability down my spine -- it was as if he could read my soul. "I think no less of you, I don't hate you -- I love you." At his words I let out a deep breath that I hadn't realized I'd been holding.

"I didn't suspect you had these desires, Jessie, but I understand them. There is really no point to reading my letter, because it's essentially the same, only in reverse. I thought at the beginning that you may be a natural submissive, but I didn't know how to talk about it without you thinking I'm a creep. Had I known you felt the same way, I would've established the dynamic from the beginning. I've been a Dom since I was a freshman in college, and before I met you I'd experimented with it in clubs and such, learning as much as possible. I never wanted a doormat, or anyone less than my equal, but I want to dominate you completely in the bedroom. I want you to look down in submission. I want to tease you for hours until you're sobbing, begging me for completion." At his words, I'm sure my face was a study in surprise, relief, and excitement. His words comforted me and aroused me at the same time, breaking through my barriers slowly. 

"I hope you realize that now we can never go back, Jess. I won't ever settle for less than your complete submission to me in the bedroom now. You will be my submissive slut in private, and I won't let you continue to hide yourself from me -- mentally and physically. You are a beautiful, intelligent woman, and I will own your heart and body, just as you will have possession of mine."

I just hugged Adam even tighter, muttering thank god. His hand pulled my mouth to his, and we kissed passionately, his tongue slowly teasing my lips and tongue, his fingers gently caressing the back of my neck and my ears, making me shudder helplessly in his arms. Adam slowly pulled away from me, giving me a long, passionate glance, and then in seemingly slow motion he put his hands on my shoulders, pushing gently. I slid from the bed, kneeling at his feet with his hands on my shoulders. He continued to gaze into my eyes, his turning the stormy silver, and I couldn't help but shudder, aroused and increasingly vulnerable to him. 

After a few more minutes (more like seconds, but it felt much longer), Adam broke the look and in a somewhat husky voice asked me if I had plans for the weekend.

"No, I don't have class again until Tuesday," I responded, "and I have nothing else I need to get done here." 

"We're going to my apartment then. I want privacy with you. I plan on exploring a lot of boundaries this weekend." The last past he said with a wicked grin, and I could feel my nipples harden even more.

After grabbing clothes and my school books for Tuesday, Adam packed up his car. He had me strip down and decided that he would dress me for the ride. As he looked through my closet, I shivered a bit, feeling even more self-conscious just standing there naked in front of him. Adam again sensed my discomfort and turned back around to me.

"Oh no you don't -- come here," Adam told me. I walked over to him, not covering myself but wanting to desperately. Adam took my hand and pulled me over to my floor length mirror. He stood behind me, grabbed my hands in one of his and pulled them behind my back, exposing me even further.

"What do you see when you look in the mirror, Jessica?" Adam asked me. 

"I see myself...imperfection. Too much weight, not tan enough, breasts not big enough..." I get a bit choked up and stop talking, looking at the floor, avoiding looking at myself.

"From this point on, Jess, what you see needs to be filtered through my eyes. Do you have any idea what I see when I look at you? I see the woman I love, who is perfection to me." At this point, Adam uses his hand to gently caress my nipples and breasts.

"I see my nipples and my breasts, begging to be nibbled and fondled. They fit in my hands perfectly, and are deliciously sensitive." Adam leaned down and kissed my neck gently before pinching my nipples somewhat viciously, making me gasp in surprised pain and arousal.

"I see my waist and hips, begging to be tickled, perfectly matched for my size," as his hand reaches down and playfully tickles and pinches my side, before moving to pinch and grab my ass, "and my ass, perfectly curved and begging to be spanking -- something I can't wait to do," which is said with a wicked look in his eye.

"You may not be perfect to other people, Jessica, but that doesn't matter. You are perfect to me, for me. I've long thought of your body as belonging to me, and now I hope you will as well, and that you will get over your fears. I would not be with you if I didn't find you beautiful, smart, charming, and funny." He turned me around and hugged me again, kissing me gently at first before devouring my mouth. I shuddered helplessly in his arms, feeling arousal course through me.

"I want you to wait on the bed, kneeling with your legs spread as wide as possible and your arms behind your back. Make sure to keep your eyes closed -- I'm going to trust that you aren't peeking, ok?" Adam asked.

"Yes Adam," I responded.

"What was that?"

"Yes, s-Sir."

"Much better...thank you pet."

I couldn't really tell what was going on, just that Adam was rustling through my things. I heard a few chuckles after a drawer opened, and assumed he found my porn collection. A few minutes later, I could sense that Adam was closer to me. After a few more minutes, Adam told me to lie down and spread my legs widely and put my arms above my head. I did as directed, and felt my legs being secured apart to the bedposts, and my hands cuffed to the headboard. 

"I found a few helpful toys in my quick search, so I hope you won't mind if I use them? You may open your eyes." I opened my eyes and could see Adam at the foot of the bed, staring at my exposed and vulnerable body like a starving man -- I could tell his lust was consuming him. 

Adam climbed onto the bed and straddled me, using his arms to keep the majority of his weight off of me. He moved down and kissed me lightly, kissing first my forehead, than my nose. He kissed each cheek before finally reaching my lips. His tongue explored my mouth without hesitation, possessing me through this minute but intense contact. I could feel my nipples begin to harden against his chest, and I arched up slightly trying to gain some contact. Adam sat up for a moment and stripped off his shirt. When he resumed kissing me, I could feel the hair on his chest gently teasing my nipples, hardening them further.

Adam's hand moved, stroking and tenderly tickling my earlobe, while his other played in my hair. I let myself become completely lost in the moment of our kiss, his lips consuming me, loving me. His mouth moved down to suck and nibble on my ear before kissing down my neck, moving to my nipples. I felt the heated strength of his lips envelope my right nipple, his teeth nibbling lightly, teasing me. I tried to arch against my bonds, to get more of the teasing suction, but found myself tethered too tightly to the bed to do much to help my cause. As his mouth played with one nipple, his strong fingers would pinch and twist the other -- he would switch nipples, alternating fleeting caresses with rough pinching, gentle sucking with hard nibbling until I was shuddering almost nonstop, leaving my pussy desperate for his touch.

Adam moved a hand down to check my readiness, and upon discovering how wet I was he nearly growled into my chest. He got up quickly, leaving me moaning in frustrated desire. After hurriedly stripping his pants and boxers, Adam sheathed himself before moving back over me. He resumed kissing me, one hand moving to finally fondle my clit. While stroking my clit he entered me, imitating the act with his tongue simultaneously. I couldn't help moaning into his mouth, frustrated at my limited range of motion but more turned on by it at the same time.

I was trying to hold back my orgasm, as Adam's hard cock thrust inside me. He would speed up for a while, and then abruptly slow down again, teasing the entrance of my pussy endlessly. He stopped touching my clit as he sensed me nearing a climax, waiting until the desperation of my response died down a bit before speeding back up. After seemingly endless moments of heated, passionate arousal, I surrendered to my lust completely.

"OH God, please Sir, please Adam -- I need to cum so badly! Please let me cum! I don't *gasp* think *moan* I can hold out much longer. I need your cock, your possession...*moan* please Sir, please!"

After a few prolonged moments of holding back from me, Adam thrust harder than before, a few quick, strong strokes. He grabbed my clit, pinching in roughly as he kissed me lustfully. He pulled away from my lips only to growl in my ear, "Cum for me Jessie, my little one, don't hold anything back!" I climaxed harder than ever before, screaming into his mouth. I could feel Adam's entire body clench as he too climaxed, as a rainbow of colors and an explosion of feeling traveled through every nerve ending on my body, sending pleasure into every pore. I think I may have passed out from the pleasure, as the next thing I remember is being untied with Adam holding me tightly in his loving arms, whispering how right things finally were and how much he loved me.



Confessions



In a story posted here at Literotica, an author addressing himself to lovers of incest stories, telling of the ease with which he was able to seduce his mother. He ended his letter saying that there many mothers who would gladly welcome their sons with wide-open arms and legs into their beds, if the hot and horny sons made a pass at them. He went on to point out that a single mothers, without a lover in her life, more then not are inching for cock and would ultimately, in spite of her moral convictions, be amenable to taking on her own son as a lover if approached properly.

My own eighteen-year-old must have taken the writer at his word because this mother found herself the recipient of her young man's sexual desire.

That led to me being naked and lying flat on my back, with my son lying on top of me and between my parted thighs. His baby-making cock buried to the hilt in my juicy twat, pumping away to one cum-gushing ejaculation after another. Now I find that this mother is on her way to late motherhood. So all I can say is Thank You, from the bottom of my heart.

I am a widow now living happily in sin, as man and wife with my eighteen-year-old ever-horny and ever-hard son, and will present him with a son or daughter of his own shortly, before his nineteen birthday, some seven months down the road.

But not all my happiness belongs to the author of the story that helped to get my son thinking that he could get into my panties. Part belongs to my late, overbearing hubby for this new lifestyle of canal bliss with my new found son/lover.

Incest never entered my mind until about a year ago when my late-mate started visiting Literotica on line and printing stories with the intent of getting me to read it with him to lend some excitement to our waning sex life. 

Raised in a church going atmosphere, I was reluctant to get involved, but did so at my husband's insistence. It didn't take long, as we went through story after story to find out that the ones about incest were the ones for us. Soon after reading them I would be spread wide on the bed with Al's husky love-tool buried deep inside me and sending me through one orgasm after another. It was like we were horny teenagers again. 

I quickly became addict to the family love stories and looked forward to reading them each day with my Al. Him sitting behind me naked rubbing my tits and pussy as I read aloud stories of fathers and daughters, aunt and uncles with the nieces and nephew and of course mothers and sons. The last one became a favorite for us both very quickly.

In spite of my acceptance and excitement of family love for others, the thought that I might join those ranks myself never entered my mind, even with a good looking horny teenage son in the house, since my needs were being well taking care of by my husband. That is until my mate's untimely death some months ago, and the sexual hunger that intensified and ultimately had me climbing the walls in need for a bed partner. 

My relationship with my son was not very good while his father was alive the two of them were always doing things together. When his dad died unexpectedly, my son hardly left his room for days. 

Then one day after relieving some tension at my computer while reading, I head to take a shower, I had forgotten to close out of Literotica. When I finished my shower I found my son was at the computer read want I had been, one hand was on the mouse and the other was in his lap. From that day forward I noted a change in my son's behavior towards me. I notice he was visiting Literotica more and more. 

I like to think that it was my attempt to comfort him that brought us together, rather than a planned seduction on his part and I plan to continue thinking that. In any event, he became very attentive to me. I was staved for attention and thankful of the change in his feelings toward me. I welcomed his hugs and kisses and never said a word if his hands strayed to my buttocks or landed momentarily on my breasts. I realized he was feeling his way, seeing how far I let him go. Each time he went a little farther I wondered should I stop him.

Sex with my son got its start in, all places, at the kitchen sink. I was bent over doing the breakfast dishes when he came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me. I was startled momentarily, but pleased with his show of affection, until he cupped my tits in both hands and began fondling and squeezing them. I just stood there confused, my brain told to stop him but my cunt was growing wetter by the second. 

I remember murmuring to myself, "Watch it buster, I'm your mother," like he didn't know that already. 

Then one of his hands moved down toward my pussy and he began to kiss me on the neck. I knew where this was heading if I didn't stop this. My pussy was on fire but my brain was screamed at me, "You're one of those mothers that could fuck her own son. YOU'RE NOT KIND OF WOMAN. STOP THIS NOW."

When he pulled my buttocks tightly against his groin and I felt his boner pressing against my ass, I broke free and lost it. Began yelling at him, telling him that what he had in mind was wrong on some many levels. My body was reserved for my husband only, and in no way was I going to give it to my son. Famous last words.

Spurned and rebuked, he backed away he yelled back that he knew what I was reading on the web. That I was lying about not wanting it to be this way. Why hadn't I stopped him from touching me, if I didn't want him to do more then just touch. Then he stormed to his room. 

For the next few days hardly a word passed between us, creating a chilled atmosphere. I was angry with him for entertaining such thoughts, and more angry with myself for allow him to have them, for allow his caresses and how wet I become with need at his touch. I cried a lot of tears in those few days as I sorted through my feelings.

Then on the third day something took place between us that I cannot explain why I let it happen, and it changed our mother/son relationship completely. Alone in the house, I walked outside to the back yard and laid down on the reclining chair after a bath, nude except for a thin short robe and soon the warm sun caused me to fall asleep. I don't know how long I slept, but was startled wake and find my son sitting in a chair opposite the recliner I was lying on, staring at my bare breasts that had escaped the confines of my robe and at one thigh which lay bare up to a few short inches from my pussy. 

Feeling sorry for the words and my actions, I was suddenly overwhelmed with desire to hold him in my arms and make up for the hurt I had given him. There was a look of desire and sadness on his face, like he was looking at something he wanted so badly but could never have. I melted on the spot and giving a little sigh, put my arms for him. He was up in a flash and covered the space between us in a single bound, landing as softly as possible on top of me, my legs spread for him. Holding him tightly to me, his hand found their way to my tits, this time I didn't stop his caress. 

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry," I mumbled, begging for forgiveness. "It's my fault. I can't change how you feel now about me but if this is what you want then take it; use my body for your pleasure." 

"Yes mom. I want you but not for my pleasure, for our pleasure. Teach me what to do to make you moan and call me name out...like...like you did with dad."

My mouth sought out his in fiery lust-filled, open mouth, tongue mingling kisses. In fact I moaned my encouragement into his mouth. Given the go-ahead, my robe was fling to the floor and my son got his first glimpse of his mother's nudity. At that point, I was resigned to sex with my son. Better yet, I was anxious to have him fuck me. 

It was when he stood before me and stripped naked as the day he was born, with an erection that defied description that I suddenly remembered where we were, outside, in board daylight naked, seconds away from committing incest, only hidden from the rest of the world by an 8 foot privacy fence.

Although my pussy was hot and my body craved the cock staring me in the face, I got cold feet. But my son wasn't about to be denied what I had just offered him moments before. In spite of my wavering vocal objections, his excited hand was soon raising havoc between my thighs. 

When he worked his fingers between the swollen, clinging lips of my wet pussy, I remember asking him to stop, to let us just go inside. 

Because I said, "If you don't stop now, I breathed against his lips, as he kissed me passionately, "I will not be able to stop until you're inside me. You've already said I am loud when I'm being fuck, who know who will hear me out here." 

He didn't stop.

He got me so hot, I recall opening my legs wider and lifting my ass to draw his finger deeper into my cunt, and reaching out for his husky pussy pleaser.

Having come this far, and once again resigned to the inevitable, I honestly didn't want him to stop. I wanted the husky pile-driver that I had given birth to, back deep inside me. Gone were any and all inhibitions against mother and son sex. I gave myself to my son without reservations, like a bride to her groom on their wedding night. 

Oh, the beauty of it. Mother/ son sex may be sinful, but my heart skipped a beat and a warm glow enveloped me as I looked down between us and watched with pride my son's bone-hard penis entering me, sliding deeply into my juicy and throbbing love-canal to work its wonders in me, fucking me vigorously to bring louder and louder moans of passion from me. Until my insides were sprayed with his life-giving sperm. 

My son's fucker did not give me a moment's rest that fateful morning. It hammered away endlessly in me. Giving me countless mind-blowing orgasms that my body had hungered for.

It was a day neither of us ca ever forget because his seed took root and I will proudly bear my son's child. Living as man and wife with one almost half my age, has taken years off mine. I feel like a young newlywed when I am in his arms and he makes love to me. Worry-free and well-fixed financially, something his late father took care of, my son and I are enjoying life to its fullest. 

With an extremely happy relationship with my son, I cannot help but recommend the sexual union of a mother and her male offspring if they desire it and have the gumption to do it.

I hope my confession will bring other similar mothers and sons to a sexual relationship. I wish to convey my thanks to the author who put the notion of sex with mom in to my son's mind.



Confessions



Note: These stories are written by cc for ls. We are in a long distance relationship and use these stories to explore sexual ideas that we can't explore directly. We had been talking about LS' submissive nature and this is what I wrote. Overall she quite enjoyed the idea of being bound. Any feedback will be viewed by both of us. Enjoy!

PS: Imagine, if you can, the really bad German accents from the 70's TV show "Hogan's Heroes" and you'll know the type of voice I was after. ;)

Confessions

You start to drift awake. Stretching you run your hand up my chest, entwine your legs in mine. But something is very wrong. You open your eyes and see that I am not in bed. 

You sit up and look around, fully awake in an instant. On the bedside table is a note. It simply says, "Dress sexy, I'll be home at noon. Be ready to talk about your recent behavior."

You look at the note again, confused. You check the back, but nothing else is written down.

What do I mean by "your recent behavior"? You thought everything has been going well. You are signed up for classes that start in a couple of weeks. We've been spending lots of time together, talking, holding each other, having great sex. We have discussed things, but we haven't argued about anything.

Looking at the clock you see it's 10:30. One of the cats is laying on the bed by your feet. As you look down at Meso, he looks up at you, but since you don't seem eager to either pet or feed him, he just puts his head back down.

You get up and start getting ready for me. A piece of fruit for breakfast, then brush your teeth. You are just going through the motions, what behavior is he talking about?

You start the shower and get in. The water is hot and you take your time. You might normally spend a little extra time, playing with yourself, but not today. You're distracted wondering about what will happen when I get home.

You get out of the shower and dry off. You fix your hair. You look at your makeup and decide to have a little fun. You make yourself up and look at yourself in the mirror. "Well," you think, "looking like this he won't be able to be mad for long." You smile at the thought of the last few days.

We've both been horny a lot and have had wonderful sex. We haven't actually had sex in bed the last couple of days. The living room, the dining room, and one late night standing up against the car that was parked along a dark street!

It's 11:30 and you start to get dressed. Sexy clothes, what to wear?

You put on the corset I gave you. It's white and contrasts beautifully with your tan skin. It goes down your waist but at the top only supports your breasts, but it leaves your nipples exposed. You would need help to get it super tight, but you get it fairly tight on your own. You can breath normally, but you are aware of each breath. 

Then you put on a pair of sexy thong panties and a short dress. You finish off the outfit with a pair of sexy high heels. These have little straps that attach them to your feet. You know I love you in these shoes and the straps are like little bondage ties for your feet.

It's now noon and you walk out into the living room to wait for me. You like how sexy you feel in the combination of high heels and the corset. Your hips swaying, aware of every breath.

You start to read a magazine, but are too distracted. The act of getting dressed had moved your mind away from the ominous tone of my note, but now that's all you can think about. You go back to the bedroom and get the note. You read it over and over, looking for some clue as to what I might be upset about as you walk back to the living room.

You look at the clock and see I'm 5 minutes late already. You try to focus on something else while you wait, but every noise makes you look at the door, am I home yet?

Finally, at 12:20 you hear a key in the lock. It turns and I walk in. I have a bag in one hand and my keys in the other.

You stand up and start to talk, but I'm clearly not listening. I put my keys on the hook by the door, walk into the sitting area, position a chair in the middle of the room and finally look up at you. I'm still wearing my sunglasses so you can't see my eyes, but the rest of my face looks stern.

"Sit here." I say.

You walk over and sit down. You start to ask what this is about. 

"You'll know soon enough, now be quiet until I tell you to talk."

You go to cross your arms over your chest, but I take 1 hand and pull it down the side of the chair. You hear me get something out of the bag. The next thing you know, you look down and you see that I've tied your wrist to the chair. 

Moving quickly I grab your other wrist I tie it to the chair as well.

This chair doesn't have arms, so your arms are tied down your body, but slightly back.

Grabbing more rope I further secure your arms to the chair just above your elbows and lastly I wrap several times around your upper chest holding you back in the chair. This last tie reminds you of the corset, since the corset is holding your breasts up and the tie is forcing them down. 

You ask what's going on and I just say that you'll find out soon enough. I am tying a length of rope around your ankle and as I pull your leg around to the side of the chair your dress prevents your legs from spreading too far. Seeing this, I push you dress up so that your legs are fully on display and proceed to tie both ankles to the back legs of the chair. 

Your legs are now forced open and your arms and upper body are fully secured to the chair. You are staying here until I let you up!

I step behind you, where you can't see me. I hold your face in my hands and now you here me speak in a very bad, very funny German accent: "You vill confess to your extreme naughtiness! I warn you, vee have ways of making you talk!"

You don't know what to say... "What do you mean? I haven't been naughty!"

You feel my hands run down your neck, over the ropes on your chest and to your breasts. "Oh, really" I say, still speaking in the bad German accent. My hands had felt nice on your breasts, but now I grab and pinch both nipples. You gasp at the sensation. More from surprise than anything since it wasn't very hard.

Then you hear me continue, "Vell, then, I knew you would be a tough nut to crack! When you are ready to confess, I will be ready to listen."

And with that I removed my hands from your breasts and you hear me going through the bag again. This time the last thing you see is the scarf coming down over your eyes as I blindfold you.

You feel my hands running up and down your arms, over your breasts, down to your legs. I some time slowly running my hands up and down your legs, caressing your inner thighs, getting close, but never quite touching your most sensitive areas.

I alternate all over your body. For how long? 1 minute, 1 hour? You are quickly losing track of time as all you have is your sense of touch.

After sometime, I pull my hands off you, trailing them slowly down your thighs. Then nothing. You strain your ears, you hear your own breathing, you feel each breath as you are constrained both by the corset and the rope.

Again, you have no sense of time. You want my hands back on your body, you want to FEEL, but there is nothing. 

What is that? Did you hear me move? A slight push of air tells you I am in front of you again. You feel my finger as I run it down the edge of your panties, getting my finger under the edge. When I am at your slit, I pull the thin material away and you hear cutting. Then the material falls back down, clearly not whole any longer. 

Again noise behind you and then I am in front of you again. You hear the soft hum of a vibrator. You jerk your body as you feel me press the vibrator against your clit hood. As the surprise wears off, you realize that the vibrator is on low. Worse it is barely touching you. It could stay like that for HOURS and it wouldn't be enough to get you off! 

As I see the realization on your face I smile. I say, "Yes, my dear, know you see how bad your position is! Confess!"

You shake your head and say, "But, but I've been a good girl!"

I reach down and pinch your nipples again and let the vibrator do it's job.

You aren't sure what happening, other than you are slowly going mad. Sometimes I leave you with the vibrator, other times I am rubbing various parts of your body. Caressing your face, pinching your nipples, rubbing your legs, especially the soft, sensitive upper thighs.

Sometimes I take the vibrator away, other times I turn it up on high. Each time you get close to orgasm, each time you think you are about to reach the point of no return, I remove all sensation. Only to slowly restart the sequence a few moments later.

You never have a chance to come down from the high, but I never let you reach the summit. Each time, you just climb higher.

You are tired of struggling, you give in, you don't care if you don't orgasm, you just want the sensations to stop!

"Please, please stop! I confess! I've been a naughty girl! Just, please, stop!"

"You confess, do you. Of your own free will? You confess willingly?"

"Yes, I confess willingly, please, just stop!"

"Good, the interrogation can stop. Now we can move on to the punishment phase!"

The look of shock on your face is short lived as you feel the vibrator pushed back onto your clit, this time it is on high. Then you feel my hands on your breasts, squeezing your breasts, pinching the nipples. Hard this time. It doesn't take long and your orgasm hits!

Your body spasms and you have the detached thought that it's a good thing you are tied to the chair or you would be flapping around on the ground! But you are tied to the chair. You are secured and there is no escape from the vibrator, still on high. Or from my hands, still squeezing and pinching.

As your first orgasm eases, you feel the next building. 

You aren't sure, but you think that part of why I'm holding your breasts so firmly is to help stabilize the chair. You are thrashing so hard you might knock yourself over!

But that is a minor thought as orgasm 3 hits you hard. Time stops. You don't pass out, but all sense of who you are or where you are go away. Wave after wave of orgasm floods your body.

You are dimly aware that you are not alone. 

You're body is being moved, but the idea that you can control your body seems funny now.

Where before there was tightness and constriction, now there is cool air.

Now you are embraced, lightness as you rest your head against something... it's familiar, safe. 

You are seated again. Embraced but not constricted.

Your eyes focus on my face. You are dressed only in a soft fluffy robe and you are sitting on my lap as I hold you. You drop your head back to where my neck meets my shoulder, you cross your arms tightly across your chest and snuggle into me. 

As you fall asleep for a short nap, you hear me say, "I love it when you confess to me."

The End. 



Confessions



"Get you clothes off." A throaty whisper, no louder than it ever needs to be.

She wants to be desirable, needs to be. In yielding she becomes so. Fingers dance along clasps and zippers. There is the sound of cloth departing skin to lie discarded on the floor. She kneels naked. Legs parted, hands on thighs, chin higher than it should be. Her breath ragged, eyes daring to look up. The emotional wreckage is too much, it clutters everyday thinking. She wants to be desirable but conflicting feelings have piled too high.

Moving behind her she is blindfolded in abruptly. Those defiant eyes put in their place. Her chest swells as she draws in a long slow breath. She can feel my eyes consuming every part of her. Circling like a shark I drink her in reminding myself of the feel of every sensual curve. Imagining phantom hands crawling across her skin. Skin awash in a tide of goose bumps.

There is no masking the sound of bed coils as I sit just in front of her. She could lean down and kiss a foot, or lay her head on clothed thighs. She can feel me sitting there, staring at her. Knowing I am still clothed. Looking down at her bared and exposed. She wriggles a little in discomfort, or something else. The awkward pause becoming pregnant then crypt like. She wants motion, deep down somewhere I want it too. Hyde enjoys the discomfort, waiting patiently to see if she'll continue desperately trying to please, or to break the reverie with her voice. She's too good a girl.

Reaching down I take a hand and pull her towards me. There are the awkward moments, where she is trying to obey by reading my mind, unsure how I want her to use her body. I tug on her, pulling her up and into my lap. Sitting astride thighs, her bare skin teased by my clothing. Breath still ragged, flushing skin, so close. I want to kiss it but Hyde restrains me. There's work that needs to be done first. My hands run along her smooth skin, all of it mine. Leaning just so close to her ghosts of lips brush skin, not enough for a kiss, but a wisp of breath across her chest. Inhaling deeply at her neck and pits. Feeling her stiffen, hating how gross that is. A low chuckle from me, a hairbreadth over bare arms.

She leans in trying to force my lips to her flesh. She instead gets a playful swat. "Stay still while I admire my plaything." In the suffocating room it doesn't have to be any more than a murmur. She breathes out heavily, as if that request is near impossible. The heat of her crotch like a bonfire in my lap. She's burning with desire. All the defiance forgotten. Not by me though, not by Hyde.

"Susan, you've been a bad girl." My hot breath on her ear, the touch of stubble along one cheek. There's no answer other than a swallow. She knows what's coming and she doesn't like it.

"I want a confession. Every bad thought, every wronged feeling, every petty grievance. I want them now. All of them. Tell me and they'll all go away."

Now the part she hates. The part that makes her feel small, spiteful, hateful, little. And she starts telling me. All of it. No feelings spared. Nothing held back (that I'd know about). It comes pouring out. At first this was so difficult that I had to cajole, reassure, pull teeth. Now she knows how the game is played. Any ill feelings she's harbored come spilling out while I remain silent, impassive, distant. I lean back, can't have her drawing any comfort while doing this. It's meant to be difficult, a test of sorts. There are accusations and misunderstanding. The impulse to defend myself is strong, but this isn't about me. I listen to it all, wordlessly.

When she's done her shoulder slump. As if embarrassed. Maybe wishing she hadn't said so much, could take some of it back. It all hangs there. She squirms wanting contact. Wanting the emotions to go away and be validated at the same time. A tattered web of ugly misunderstandings and deep dark needs.

"Good girl." Pulling her into me I crush her in an embrace. I accept all of it. Have heard her at her very worst and still want and desire her. Force her face into a shoulder by a fistful of hair. Naked against my clothed body I want to take her, show her that its more than just words. I desire her in ways stronger than any vanilla relationship I've ever had. My chest constricting with need for her. But Hyde's not done with her just yet. She has to atone.

Turning her, pulling her, I guide her down across my lap. Hands can now roam flesh, they glide up and down thighs, stopping to squeeze owned skin. She knows what comes next and tenses. I kneed her body made mine. A moment of guilty pleasure in an effort to relax, to make the sting less so. It's futile of course, Hyde will extract exactly as much as she wants to offer, which is more than she would ever willingly say.

We spank her. Hyde is my horseman driving the ride. Loud cracks fill the room as my palm strikes soft ass. She makes no sounds at first. Just squirms, although I can never tell if from pain or the heat radiating from her. When my hand sings I pause, running it along crimson cheeks. The arm across her back keeps her pinned down as we begin again. Slaps soon joined with gasps and quick yelps. We pause again. Lurid thoughts as I run fingers over her burning skin. Ragged breath coming from her. With all the hurtful things said we're a still a ways from being done.

With the next round I can feel her shuddering, tensing up after each slap. She's at that place where she'd say enough if given the choice. I don't give her that option. "Can you do more for me?" She nods. "You were so bad we need just a few more." She nods. "You deserve more don't you?" She nods. "You want to do a few more to please me don't you?" She nods. Crying she keeps going. This is her atone phase. Where she wants more than anything to stop. But she can't because I'm there asking for just one more. Pushing her. Putting her in the deep, dark, warm place where everything shrinks down to a single point of pain across her ass.

Confession over, I yank off the blindfold and pull her to me, a long deep passionate kiss, and many more her reward for having taken this journey. Cleansed now, her soul and emotional state sparkly clean we'll make love. And in the afterglow I'll stroke her back down to earth, reminding the whole time what a good girl she is. How she enflames desire by cultivating her desirability. Yielding herself to make me want her even more. A very good girl indeed.



Confessions



"How long has it been since your last confession?" Father Tony asks from the other side of the confession booth.

"A whole year, I'm afraid to say," Kim replies, folding her hands across her lap. "I guess I have a lot to cover. Maybe I should start with my brother..."

Jeremy is a good Catholic boy, but our interactions are somewhat improper. He only let's go as far as playing with his cock. Just the other day I had my breasts fully exposed to him. He almost dove at my chest, taking first one nipple, then the other between his lips, sucking and nibbling at them until they were hard and almost a half inch long. He softly, but urgently ran his tongue around each areola until his quest found my nipple, then sucked it hard as I groaned my delight.

His finger had exited my clit until it was as hard as his cock. Keeping pressure on my clit as his finger moved down my slit, Jeremy lubricated my outer lips with the copious amounts of juice my pussy had excreted. Sliding up and down my slit, he made sure that every part of my pussy was as wet as the tip of his cock that leaked his precum.

I swirled my fingers around his cockhead, spreading his cock juices over his entire head and throbbing cock. As my hand slid down his cock, he prepared to assault my pussy and thrust the full length of his finger up inside me as my hand reached the base of his cock. My reaction was a combination of a sharp gasp and a thrust of my hips against his hand, begging for more.

I leaned my head into him, whispering, 'Oh god, Jeremy! You feel so good inside me like that!'

Jeremy curled his finger inside my pussy and found my G-Spot, lightly teasing it with the tip of his finger. As the rhythm increased, so did mine. I was going to jack him off.

My breathing got faster, shallower and more ragged. His own balls were tightening as they pushed a full delivery of his sticky cum to the base of his cock, preparing it for launch. By the feel of my pussy wall fluttering and grasping at his finger, I knew I was close too. As his cock moved up his shaft, Jeremy bit down on my nipple, pushing me over the edge as my climax caused every muscle in my body to tense and my entire body to shake and tremble. I began to moan, letting it grow into a scream of ecstasy as I explored through the peak of my pleasure.

That is all it took to take Jeremy to the point of no return and the first rope of his hot, sticky cum erupted from his cock and launched itself at his chest. I felt the throb of his orgasm and milked every drop of his creamy cum out of his hard cock.

"It is preferable to anything worse, my child," Father Tony says when she finishes the story. "If temptations become too much to bear, a certain level of petting can be done as a release, accompanied by confession."

"I'm glad for that, father," she says with a smile.

"God forgives you. You shouldn't be ashamed of these impulses if you don't let them dominate your actions."

"Well, there's more, father," she says hesitantly.

I taken further than my brother would when my uncle visited a almost a year ago. He was incredibly hot. His body was like a Greek god and his voice was simply sexy. He showed me a new way to have an orgasm.

One day, he stopped by my place, breaking away from my parent's house long enough to. I was a bit surprised to him and even more surprised when the first thing he did was unfasten the button of my jeans, tugging the zipper its full length in the process. I gave in instantly and pulled back just far enough to grant him access to my waist and he slipped them down my legs until my jeans were wrapped around my ankles. As I stepped out of them, he ran his hands up and down my ass.

With my pussy only inches away from his face, he pulled me back to his hungry mouth and planted his lips firmly over my pussy, running his tongue down my slit until he found my clit. I moaned in response to his search.

'God, yes! Lick me Uncle Billy!' I growled lustfully. As he pulled my even closer with his growing need to taste me, I almost fell on top of him. The more Uncle Billy explored my pussy, the further apart I spread my legs, making my pussy available to him. I recognized that my need was as great as his.

Without another word, Uncle Billy acknowledged my want. In no time flat, we are completely naked and in my living room. I fell onto the couch, landing on my back with my legs open as an invitation to my Uncle Billy to take me any way he wanted. He fell between my thighs, landing on my stomach with his mouth once again clamped over my wet pussy. His tongue searched for my clit. He licked and sucked it until it stood proud and firm. Taking it into his mouth, he clamped his lips around my clit while reaching up with his hand to squeeze and tease my breast and nipple and using his other hand to begin fingering my pussy.

His finger slid right into my wet pussy with almost no resistance and it was joined by another finger. I responded by lifting my legs up and over his shoulders, effectively pinning him to my hungey crotch. I raised my hips in an effort to pull his tongue deeper into my pussy. The second he licked my entrance, I convulsed upward until our only contact with the couch was my shoulder blades and his knees.

Soon my breathing became faster and shallower and pussy grasped at his fingers as my first orgasm began to radiate all through my body. He curled his fingers to tickle the ridges of my pussy, searching for my G-Spot. Seconds later, I tense my whole body and began to tremble as the orgasm washed over me. I screamed as I went over the top and a warm gush of my juices flowed into his palm which he immediately lapped up with his tongue.

"Afterward, I knew I wanted more," she says. "I didn't feel shame until he was gone."

"I-I see," Father Tony says tugging at his collar. "Have you, um, learned to manage these urges?"

"No father. It only got worse and I grew hungrier for it. I found my father was interested in me and willing to take my virginity."

I had just gotten out of the shower when I felt my father press himself tight to my body and taking the opportunity to lightly run his tongue around the edge of my ear. I softly moaned my delight and then pushed my ass hard against his groin.

The thought of his cock in me set my juices flowing. With a slow rhythm, I began rocking against his cock, feeling it harden just a little more with each stroke of my slit along its length. Within moments it was coated with my juices and hard as a rock. I could feel it searching for my entrance and I lifted my leg to grant him access.

Daddy probed my crotch until his cockhead slipped inside my hot, wet pussy and then slowly began to bury his cock deeper and deeper. I swung my legs up and away from his, allowing him to penetrate me to the full depth of my pussy and then groaned in delight of my pussy being speared fully.

As he continued to slowly pump himself in and out, Daddy squeezed and fondled my breasts, pulling and twisting my nipples whenever I least expected it. I met his rhythm with a rocking of my hips, fucking him back as hard as he was driving himself in and out of me. With each successive slap of his balls against my firm ass, I got closer and closer to orgasm. I could feel my pussy flutter and grasp his cock. He moved a hand from my breast to caress my clit, tickling and teasing it until its entire mass exposed itself. Flicking his finger back and forth across my clit, I gasped with pleasure.

Soon he was pumping himself into me faster and faster, resulting in his balls lifting as they began to fill the base of his cock to fill m pussy. His breathing became ragged as the pressure built. Within seconds, we were both groaning and gasping louder and louder and I began to tremble and shake as my climax took over. 

'Fuck me harder!' I yelled.

Daddy pumped me harder and a second later he shot a massive stream of hot cum deep inside me, slashing against my cervix, hard enough to push me over the top and into a second climax. I gasped desperately and then screamed loudly as my orgasm shot through me.

'Fill me with your cum!' I screamed at my father.

Daddy's cum sprayed me again and again, blasting several hard ropes into me. My pussy walls gripped and grabbed his cock, milking the cum out of his balls. He drove his cock as far up my pussy as possible and held it there until every drop of cum had been expelled into me.

"I've been giving it to him steady for the better half of a year now."

"Gracious child," Father Tony gasps.

"I know father, but I can't help but savor the thrill. All I can do is ask for forgiveness now."

"Well, uh, you needn't be so graphic with your confessions child."

"I'm sorry father, I will try to be less detailed," she says with a smile. "I've been having sex with the father whose son I babysit on the weekends."

"I see."

"When Father Dinarus come to visit—"

"My god child!" Father Tony gasps.

"I did pleasure him, father while I was seeking counsel."

"Oh, sweet heavens!"

"Then there were the boys from summer camp. Their strange fetishes started to rub off on me. One of them even would pee on me to get his fulfillment. I wouldn't feel so bad now if I didn't enjoy it as much as I did, father."

"That's enough, child. I'm having trouble hearing all of this."

"But I'm nowhere near finished, father," Kim protests.

Suddenly the door to her side of the confession booth opens with Father Tony standing in the doorway, his cock hard as a rock and sticking straight into the air. "Forgive me," he says. "If I could..."

"Father! Oh, my god."

Kim sheds her clothes and bent over the seat, groaning lustfully. Father Tony slides a finger down her slit and over her clit, lightly rubbing it until it hardens to his touch. Her pussy is being flooded with her pussy juices, which he dips and smears onto her pussy lips. His finger alternates between her entrance and clit, diving inside her a little deeper every time. Kim shifts her legs apart to grant his finger full access.

"I want your hard cock up my ass," she tells him with a lusty growl.

Father Tony slides his hand up to the base of her ass crack and then runs a finger up her until he finds her asshole. Coating his finger heavily with her pussy juice as he slips from one hole to the other, he begins to press against her until, eventually, her muscles relax enough to accept him to the first knuckle.

Kim moans heavily as she anticipates the pending violation of her ass. She impales herself further onto his finger, pushing herself down on it as he continues to stretch her. When he is as deep as he can be, the pressure of his palm on her ass is pure heaven to her.

"Fuck father, that's feels good!"

Father Tony starts finger fucking her as his other hand pumps her pussy, making her hornier and hornier. Father Tony stops and grabs his shaft and begins rubbing it up and down her slit, smearing her pussy juices over his shaft. Then he eases his cockhead against her asshole, Pressing just enough to open her asshole, the head pops inside her ass and her hole closes over him, trapping him so he can neither go forward nor backward.

"Fill me with that big fucking cock," Kim grunts.

Her moans get louder and louder as his invading cock begins to slide further up her ass. He strokes her pussy, paying attention to the movements on her clit. A few minutes later, he is balls deep in her ass and he feels her juices begin to flow faster from her pussy. Father Tony begins to pump his cock in and out of her ass while massaging the inner walls of her pussy and soon he can feel her pussy walls start to flutter and quiver. As her asshole loosens up more and more, he pumps himself into her faster, until the rhythm of his finger and his cock are almost identical. His finger dances in her pussy and tickles and teases the underside of his cock, exciting his balls.

Kim can feel a sensation start in her pussy, spreading to her stomach and then to her ass. She was going to cum as Father Tony filled her ass up. Kim's ass grabs his cock as her pussy walls grasp and clutch his finger. He feels her juices spray him as she splashes his legs, drenching them both. Father Tony climaxes at that moment as cum explodes from his cock to coat her insides. Spurt after spurt gushes out of him. He has shoved himself as far up her ass as he could and holds his cock deep inside her, but the power of his cum is making his legs quiver and shake. He holds himself to her to keep from falling.

Slowly, they come back from the sensual explosion of their joining. She can feel Father Tony's semi-erect cock still in her. Squeezing her ass cheeks around it, she captures it there, not wanting him to leave her. His cum seeps out of her to his balls and dribbles onto the floor. She smiles and says, "I'll not have to wait a whole year for my next confession."



Confessions



(This was wrote to see if I could handle multiple characters, with names that could be used shortened or that have a similar first letter. To do it without confusion. I hope I did well. I made up the game they are playing, I don't know how well it would play in real life. Grin.) 

*

The party had been going on for about seven hours. The crowd had changed from the music dance type, to the hunting for a mate type. It was finally at the people who don't have anything better to do type.

There were seven of us as it started to wind down. My friend and sometimes roommate Jennifer. She and I had rode to the party together. We would probably take a cab home if we could ever sober up enough to find the phone.

The owner of the house, a man named Ashley, was someone I knew through Jennifer. I look over at him and see the look on his face as he surveys the damage to his home. I see him shrug with an 'I'll deal with it fucking tomorrow' kind of look. Somewhere in his mid forties he is cool as hell, but a clear example of why the hippie generation shouldn't have been allowed to breed.

I can hear giggling from Cathy. She and her current boy toy, William I think his name is. The two of them should have gone and found a room hours ago. As is I've probably seen more of both of their anatomies than their doctors have recently.

Chase is looking through Ash's dvd porn collection. I dated him for about a month till I found out porn was all he ever thought about. He was taking theater and drama. Said he wanted to go out west when he finished school and work the industry. He might want to take up sound and lighting. Like I said I dated him.

The only other person I don't really know well is Andrew. He is a rather quiet guy that Ashley invited. He can drink like a fish and not stagger, beyond that I don't know anything about him. I look over at him, sitting at the wide glass desk. He usurped Ash's computer about an hour ago. He seems intent on what he's doing then his eyes snap up with a sudden intensity and latch onto mine. It startles me for a second then I see him smile.

He has a nice smile.

"Hey lets play truth or dare!' squeals Cathy.

There is a general round of no ways.

"Oh come on you stick in the muds it will be fun."

"It's just an excuse to get naked." I tell her shaking my head a little.

"Patricia the prude, afraid to show a little skin?" she asks me with a smirk.

"Cathy hush darlin. She's a little drunk." Say William to me in apology. He needn't have bothered. Cathy and me can go from best friends to vengeful enemies in a week. Then back to friend before the weekend is over.

"I want to play!" pouts Cathy.

"It a childish game." Says Jennifer looking up from pouring her another drink. Ashley gives her ass a pat as he walks by. She smiles, but swats at his arm.

"Is not!" she says getting to her feet with a stumble. She stamps her foot. "Is not!"

"Is too.' Says Jennifer.

"Is not, is not, is not." Says Cathy, then giggles. She grabs a beer off the table. I see Ashley take it from her hand, and gives her one without cigarette butts in it.

"How about something a bit more adult?"

I turn around look to Andrew. His voice is as nice as his smile.

Cathy finally finds who said something. She gives a pouty look.

"But I like truth, or dare. People get naked."

Andrew smiles and looks over at Ashley. I see the homeowner think about it for a second then nod. I watch him leave the room.

"Ever played Confessions?" asks Andrew rolling his chair out from behind the desk and with a kick slides it half way across the room. He stops the chair next to the couch where William is still sitting. Cathy looks down at him. I think the movement confused her.

"What's that?" asks Cathy and Jennifer at the same time.

"It's a game." He looks to Cathy. "People get naked in it too."

"Is it like strip poker?" Asks William sitting up quickly. "I love card games. How about some Texas Hold'em?"

"We are all way to tired for cards Willy." Says Cathy leaning down to kiss him. She ends up tumbled onto the couch next to him giggling.

I look up when Ashley walks in carrying a folding table and a large bowl. He sit this up then goes to the small bar of half drank liquor bottles that the party went through. He grabs up several shot glasses and two near full bottles. One is Rum, the other 'Jack'.

"You remember how to play Ash?" Andrew asks as he pulls out his wallet.

"Vaguely. I was so drunk by the end I was doing good to remember my name starts with an A." he sits the bottles down by the bowl and starts fishing into his pockets for his wallet. Finally he stops and goes to the table by the door and gets it.

"So it's a drinking game?" asks Chase grabbing a chair and turning it towards the small table and the bowl.

"In a way yes, but not really." Says Andrew as he opens his wallet. He pulls out a folded stack of ones that's got to be uncomfortable to sit on.

"I do remember every one has to have ten dollars." Says Ashley pulling a bill from his wallet. He hands it to Andrew who gives him back ten ones.

"Fifteen." Corrects Andrew as he lays ten ones in front of himself. "Still got that jar of quarter? Were going to need them."

"Yea. How the hell I forgot about buying a shot I'll never know. Oh yea the fact I bought fourteen of them."

"Thirteen. You passed out before you could pay for the last one." Says Andrew with a grin that makes his face look like a little boy. A very mischievous little boy.

"Dude? You passed out from like thirteen shots? That is so lame!" say Chase with a grin.

""I was fucking hammered when we started to play you asshole. I had already had seven beers and maybe three mixed drinks that night!" Ashley walks out the room and comes back in with a large pickle jar full of quarters. He starts counting out twenty quarter for each person.

Hunting through my purse I dig out enough money, I see Jennifer pull a ten and a five from her 44C-change purse. I swear there are times I think she has more money on her tits than some women have in their tits!

"Okay...so how the fuck do we play this?" says Chase sitting back in his chair once he's gotten change from Andrew.

Andrew turns and counts out ones for Cathy and William. Cathy had to borrow the money to play from her boy toy. I hear her promise a blowjob later. I knew she was a cheep slut.

With that cute smile flashing Andrew sits back in the office chair.

"How much of the rules do you remember Ash?" he asks looking at the homeowner.

"You have too...oh fuck it I was too drunk." he wipes at his face for a second. "Okay. We spun a bottle to see who went first. That person had to confess to something."

"Yea...then what?" asks Andrew with that grin.

"The next person has to 'One Up It.' If they can't they have three choices."

"Wait a minute, 'One Up IT'?" asks Jennifer.

Andrew chuckles.

"Maybe I should explain it Ash, you've already had a few."

"That's fine by me." Ashley leans onto the back of the chair he's sitting on. He turned his chair around when he sat down.

"Okay. I'll go slowly. If you have any question hold on to them till I'm done if you please."

We all nod. More, or less.

"I found this game online a long time ago. It's really simple to play. I'll start it off tonight and it then will go to Ash" He points to the left of him. "Okay what I do is I have to confess to something. It can be anything, but the better the confession the more likely you can win the game. It will then go to Ashley. He has to 'One Up' my confession. Basically confess to something worse than what I did. Everyone here judges if it is. If we say what ever he confessed to isn't worse than mine... Ashley?"

The homeowner swallows the sip of beer he was taking.

"I have three choices." He picks up one of his dollar bills. "I can put one of these into the pot." He drops it into the bowl.

"Mind you, you only have ten." pipes in Andrew. "When they are gone your out of the game. So you kind of need to hang onto your money for as long as your able to." 

He gestures to Ashley.

Ashley pulls his money back out the bowl.

"If I don't want to put a bill in I have two other choices. I can use one of my quarter to buy a drink." He tosses one of his quarters into the bowl. It hits the sides with a metal on wood clink. "One quarter buys you one shot. When you're out of quarters that option is no longer available. Though I'll tell you if you buy up all twenty shots your ass will most likely be out the game anyway."

"Passed out, the game." says Andrew with a grin as he looks at Ashley.

Ashley looks over at him.

"I still want to know which one of you fuckers put mascara on me?"

I about spew the water I was taking a sip of. The laughter takes a few minutes to fade.

"Option number three?" I ask looking at Andrew.

"Option number three." He looks to Cathy. "You may remove one piece of clothing. When you are full naked that option is no longer available."

Cathy gives a squeal.

Sometimes I wonder about her. 

Other times I'm sure.

"So what if he 'One Ups' your confession?" asks Chase taking a sip of his beer.

"It goes to the next..." both Andrew and Ashley try to answer the question at the same time. Finally Ashley after eyeing his friend for a few seconds answers. "It goes to the next person. That person has to 'One Up' the confession that... well lets say Ash here gave."

"I's confuzzed' say Jennifer in a child like voice.

Andrew smiles at her.

"It's much easier to play that it is to explain. Lets get started and it should become easier to understand."

Everyone kind of gives a shrug. I see him about to say something, but he's interrupted.

By the twat that speaks.

"I have two questions." says Cathy. She's tapping her fingers on the one-dollar bills in front of her.

"Okay, shoot." Says Andrew.

"Bang." she smiles. "Two things...can I use Vodka? I really don't like either one of these."

Andrew smiles and nods. Ashley gets up and goes to get a bottle from the table.

"And the second...?"

"Why the hell do you have this many one dollar bills in your wallet?" she asks making a circular motion towards all the change that he had made. 

I realize that at the same time. A few of us had some ones. but he must have pulled out almost fifty one-dollar bills, from his wallet and a money clip he took from his pocket.

I hear Ashley chuckle.

"That a good enough thing to confess to Andy. Start it off." Ashley sits back grinning.

I see Andrew...Andy? Look at him for a second then nod.

"Okay, I have a confession. I go to a strip club at least five nights a week." He shrugs at the wide eyes.

"Yea, but the fucker only tips. Her doesn't ever get a lap dance, or buy them drink...he just tips the dancers." says Ashley with his beer at his lips.

"How do you know?" asks Jennifer looking at her old friend.

Ashley puts down his beer and slowly grins

"I have a confession, I went with him for about a month. Five nights a week" he grins like a cat at the look on Jennifer's face. "What can I say I like naked women."

Every one sits quiet for a second.

"So does his confession 'One Up' yours?" I ask Andy.

He shrugs.

"That's up to yall. I don't really get say in that. I kind of think it was a little weak, but hey it's his confession."

We all look around at each other for a second, or so. I kind of grimace.

"Yea it was a little weak." 

The others slowly agree with me.

Ashley shrugs.

" It's all good." He takes the bottle of rum and pours him a shot. "I already have a quarter in the bowl."

Andy gestures to Chase, the next person.

"Okay you have to 'One Up' my strip club addiction." He smiles in a self-depreciating kind of way.

Chase nods.

"I think I can do that. What a minute how do you win this game?"

Ashley grins.

Andrew licks his lips

"You have to confess to something so bad that no one can 'One Up' it. It goes all the way around till it comes back to you. Then you 'One Up' yourself. When you do that you get all the money in the pot. Bills and quarters."

"Yea, but there is a strategy to it." says Ashley leaning forward. "You want to keep your worst two confessions kind of in reserve. That way there is more money in the pot. I mean there is the potential of a hundred and thirty dollars at play here."

Something in my mind trips at his math. The alcohol tell me not to worry about it.

"Plus the longer the game goes the more likely people are to get naked!" chimes in Cathy. I can see she is sobering up fast. There is an eagerness to her that is positively bizarre.

"Yes...or so drunk that they confess to things they normally wouldn't." says Andrew with a smile forming. He looks to Chase. "One up it"

Chase looks around at us for a second then smiles.

"I've had sex with seventy three women."

"Holy shit!" says William his jaw dropping.

My blood comes to a boil! I see him look up at me then look away quickly.

Andrew gives a shrug.

" I do believe that 'One Ups'. Okay Cathy your turn. Got to confess to something more secret that what Chase did."

All our eyes turn to her and I see her suddenly look nervous.

"I think I would rather be playing Truth or Dare."

"If that's your confession it's extremely weak." I say as nasty as I can.

Cathy looks to me. For a second I think she's going to spit at me then them she flips me off.

"Was that your confession?" asks Andrew after a few seconds.

"No!" she looks down for a second then over at William. She kind of gives an apologetic shrug. "I confess to having seduced my twelfth grade math teacher."

" Mr. Tompson?" asks Jennifer awe struck. I know my jaw is also on the floor. "He's like ninety!"

"He is not! He's only sixty-two and a very nice man." She says in his defense. "Hung like a fucking horse, but a nice man."

"Oh that is so fucking wrong." I say shaking my head, feeling shudders run up my spine

"On so many levels." agrees Jennifer.

Andrew is laughing.

"Okay, no question about that one. Next... big William step up. Show Cathy she's not the only naughty one in your relationship."

William looks over at his girlfriend still a bit shaken from the looks of him.

"I had sex with my cousin." He looks back around at all of us. "Several times."

The rest of us sit for a second looking around at each other there are a few nods a few shrugs.

"I don't think that does it. I mean seducing your teacher, sleeping with your cousin they're kind of apples and oranges but I don't think it's enough." Says Ashley.

We all agree after a seconds though.

William looks around at us for a second then picks up one of his dollars and drops it in the pot.

"Remember you only have ten of those." Reminds Andrew. He then looks at Jennifer and smiles that gorgeous smile. "'One Up' sleeping with your teacher. Remember it doesn't have to be a sexual confession."

Jennifer sits and thinks for a second. She lifts her arm and shakes her favorite bracelet out her sleeve. The lights from the corners sparkle off the diamonds.

"I shoplifted this, two years ago."

"Oh my god!" Ashley's jaw drops open. "You told me your grandmother gave that to you!"

"Ash how many grandmothers give their grandkids seven hundred dollar diamond tennis bracelets. I stole it... I wont say from where." She grins. "Not yet anyway."

Chuckling Andrew turns to me. "Okay grand theft confession... alrighty then. 'One...what is your name by the way?" he asks me.

"Patricia."

"Okay Patricia, 'One Up' the klepto."

I take a sip of my water wetting my mouth.

"Come on prude. Lets hear you do it." Cathy's voice is like fingernails on a black board by now to me. I look over to her smirking face. I point to Chase.

"I was one of the Seventy three."

Her eyes go wide. She looks from me to Chase and back.

"No fucking way."

I look over to Chase. He swallows and looks down.

"She was number Seventy to be exact."

Cathy looks at him unbelieving for a second then back to me.

"You complete slut!"

"Okay, okay no fighting." Says Andrew laughing. I slowly settle back down in my chair. "Alrighty back to me. Well lets see we have a strip club addict, a loser with nothing better to do, a sex fiend, someone molesting old men when she was a teenager..."

"I was eighteen!" says Cathy hotly.

"That's still a teenager my dear." He looks to Jennifer, " a thief with good taste in jewelry and a..." I look him hard in the eye. "Woman I have to "One Up' It looks like we have a dollar twenty five in the pot. So... everyone want to keep playing?"

"Hell yea."

"This is fun."

"No ones even naked yet!"

"I'm game."

"Let play already."

He looks to me. I nod.

"Okay be then" he takes a deep breath looks at Ashley and grins. "I have a confession. I..."

We keep playing for the next hour with it growing steadily harder to 'One Up' each other. In that time I hear that the people around me have committed several forms of larceny, ranging from more shoplifting to a case of arson that nearly took the pot.

Cathy at one point stands up and confesses to not wearing a bra. Then takes off her top to pay. She is such a cum dumpster!

As I find out more and more as we play.

After awhile Ashley has to go get more alcohol from his cabinet. By then the pot it about thirty dollars in bills and change.

Molested by this, molesting that. Case's makes me want to go take a shower every time it comes around to him.

William is the first to go out. I think he really doesn't want to sit next to Cathy any more. He started dropping bills awful fast into the pot after she dropped a bombshell confession about her stepbrother and oral sex.

I thought that would run the table till it got back to Chase.

Okay... come Monday going to go get tested for every thing. Make memo to self.

At first I tried to avoid taking off clothes, but after four shots I saw that that wasn't a good route to go. I had already had too much to drink before we even started to play. 

I found that out when I confessed to something I never would have said sober.

"Well... I think I'll just take off something now and save a confession." says Andrew unbuttoning his white shirt.

"Doesn't work that way." says Ashley a little grumpy with his friend. He's been that way since Andy confessed to being the one who put the mascara on him. "Fess up."

His words are a little slurred as well.

"Okay." Andrew shrugs. "I confess to having very sexually explicit thought about someone at this table."

He bats his eyes at Ashley.

Ashley, after a second laughs.

"I confess to not swinging that way." He buys another drink without waiting for us to judge.

"I confess that I do."

All eyes go to Chase.

I see Andrew grin that sexy grin of his.

"Okay... the people I get drunk with. Cathy 'One Up' bisexual male."

Cathy smiles, gives her naked tits a shake.

"Bisexual female."

I see Andy give a low whistle.

"What ya got that will top that Jen?"

I see my friend look down at her bare legs. Her panties don't match her bra, but then maybe she didn't figure on them being seen by six other people tonight.

"I have a tattoo in a very intimate place." She blushes.

"Prove it!" challenges Cathy.

Jennifer looks over at the near naked blond.

"Confess to something enough to make me remove pink." She answers back with a smirk.

Her panties are pink.

Andy looks at me giving his lips a strange quirk.

"Patricia?"

I feel the alcohol saying all the wrong things to the part of my brain that gives the orders to speak.

"I lost my virginity in the back seat of a car in the parking lot of a church." I smile when I see the look on his face. I bite my tongue to keep from adding the rest. I know it will 'One Up' my own if it comes around to me.

"See I told you she was a slut." Says Cathy her words a mess of drink.




Confessions



Andrew just looks at me then a slow smile lights up his eyes.

We go several more round with it being almost impossible to get 'One Up" I look from my quarters to my bills and lose my shirt. Then my pants.

Mine do match.

Chase has almost run out of his seventy-three confession of sex. He's down to two dollars and is severely having trouble with focusing. Cathy is totally naked and proud to be from the way she's displaying it. Looking over I see that her boy toy William has left.

"Ashley?"

"Yea I'm awake." He says his eyes popping open. "What was the confession?"

"Jen confessed to doing time in juvie."

"Well of course she did she's a thief." He looks at Jennifer and grins. She smiles back, but a lot of her earlier warmth is gone. That line has been used too many times tonight. I can see it's rankling in her. "I confess to...to...Oh what the hell I confess to having had a Devil's threesome."

"A what?" I ask blinking. I hear Cathy snicker.

Andy rests his hand on mine and leans in a bit.

"That's a three some with two guys and a girl."

"Oh." I say as the understanding comes. I look up at Ash. "Were you giving or receiving?"

The table just dies laughing.

"I confessed earlier to not swinging that way!" says Ashley shaking a finger. He looks over to Chase "Come on lets hear how you had an orgy with five midgets and a Lama named Gertrude."

Chase looks at him for a second.

"I confess that I have a five inch dick."

All eyes come to focus on me.

"What?"

"Yes, no?" asks Cathy, "Come on slut confirm it."

"Why don't you 'One Up' it. Or better yet one up something else!" I tell her hotly. Andrew touches my arm as I start to rise to my feet.

" Alright lets take it easy...it's just a game. Cathy? Can you 'One Up' a man confessing to having a below average penis."

I can see the alcohol fog making her thoughts a blur to her. After a moment she just shakes her head. I watch her pick up a dollar and drop it into the bowl. I see her eyes go wide looking at the table in front of her.

Apparently she can't count to ten anymore.

"Oh fuck let me take that back I didn't mean to do that. I'll buy a drink." She pleads.

"There are no quarters in front of you my dear." Says Andrew softly.

"Where...well where in the hell did...did they go to. I had a whole bunch here." She looks down at her bare feet to see if they might be on the floor.

"They went into you." Says Jennifer with a slow spreading grin.

Cathy gets up and I see her wobble. Jennifer catches one arm and Chase the other. If I had been close I would have let the bitch fall just to see how many times she would bounce on those fake tits.

"I think I need to go to the bathroom." She places a hand over her mouth and head off at a wobbled run down the hall. I watch her open the door and disappear from sight. I turn and look down the other hall with the open door to the bathroom clearly visible.

I look back to the front door Cathy just used. I glance over at Jennifer and grin.

She smiles back.

Then confesses to what I never expected to hear her say.

"I confess to having had sex with three people sitting at this table." she says covering her bra cover breast with her arms.

"I don't remember sleeping with you." says Chase looking up at her.

I look at her then look over at Ashley and Andrew. They're both looking at me. I see slow smiles start to split their faces.

"I confess to knowing where her tattoo is." I give a shrug.

The front door closes.

"See complete slut." Cathy clutches at the doorframe for a second then looks at Ashley. "You've got mail."

I lay my head on the table in front of me and just laugh till the bowl full of money is wobbling. When I look up I see the stricken look on Ash's face and just go back to laughing till I'm crying.

"I think I need to go lay down." She turns and wanders off down the hall.

"Let me go make sure she doesn't end up in the washing machine. " Ashley gets up, I see him take a second to focus then goes after Cathy.

I sit back and take a long sip from my water bottle. I know from the way my head feels the hangover will be intensive, but at the moment I don't care. I look at the few bills remaining. I have a good number of quarters, but the idea of more alcohol is nauseating. I know that if I use them Ashley's going to have a lot of 'mail' in his box.

I look over at Jennifer. I see her and Andy smiling at each other.

"So you two and...." I point after Ashley. "The Devil's threesome?"

Jennifer nods.

Andrew points a finger from one of us to the other.

"And you two ladies got together...Before, or after that?" He asks Jen.

"It was before. I was wondering if one of you was going to use that confession." she shakes her head. "Before I did. I have had way to much to drink."

"I would never have used that. I kicked Ash under the table when he said what he did." He looks to me and smiles. "I don't kiss and tell." 

"Whose turn?" asks Ashley coming back in. He plops down on the end of the couch next to Jen. He looks to Chase. "I'll still go before you. Come on whose turn is it? There's a lot of money in this pot."

"It's my turn Ashley. I have to 'One Up' knowing where Jen's tattoo is." says Andy with a thoughtful look on his face. I watch him eyeing the bowl.

Damn he's cute.

Ashley's voice distracts me from Andy's face.

"That's still a hell of a place for a..."

"Shut the fuck up Ash!" says Jen punching his arm.

"Ow fuck!" Ashley gets up from the couch with a stumble. "Hell I'm going back to my original seat."

I see Chase looking at the money as Ashley sits back down. He looks up at Andy.

"Well Andrew?"

I watch Andy steeple his fingers in front of his face. His eyes narrow down.

"I want to fuck Patricia." He says softly. As my round eyes take in his face I see his dark eyes focus on me. "She's the one I was having sexual thoughts about."

I feel the blush start at my toes.

Ashley looks at my face and after several minutes' tosses in a quarter.

We all look to Chase.

"Number two on my list was my Mom."

There is a dead silence for maybe ten seconds.

I watch Jen pick up her last two bills. She drops them in the bowl.

"I'm out." She gets up and walks out the room shaking her head.

The desire to go throw up is horribly strong and it has nothing do with the alcohol.

"Patricia?" asks Andy after several seconds of me just starring at Chase.

I silently drop one of my dollars into the bowl. I look at the reaming one. I look down from Chase to my red bra and feel the need to cover it with my arms.

"Um...sex with mom? Fuck I can't." Andy tossed a quarter into the bowel and takes a drink. 

Ashley looks over at Chase for a second then tosses two quarters into the bowl and poor himself a double.

I with reluctance look with the others to Chase.

"Number one was my grandmother."

I get up from the table and shaking my head I walk across the room and out the sliding backdoor.

After a few minutes I hear a car door slam and I see Chase's car go past the side of the yard.

I hear the door open behind me, then slide shut again.

"Patricia?"

I feel Andy's presence come up behind me. I turn my head and look back when he places a hand on my elbow.

"I'm sorry." He tells me softly.

I smile ruefully.

"Not your fault I slept with him." I shudder. "I didn't know him very well, just dated him the two, three times. We went to a party; came back to my place made out, then went to sleep. I only did it with him twice more. He...he had a lot of things he wouldn't tell me. I don't like men with secrets." I fight the gag. "Now I wish he had kept them."

Andrew smiles and nods.

"I've heard about it of course just never met anyone who actually did it...with their mom." He shrugs.

"And grandmom." I shake my head. "That I ever kissed him makes me want to go Lysol my tongue!"

Andy chuckles.

I laugh and shake my head.

I look at his dark eyes. The faint light from the room coming through the glass doors highlights his hair. The auburn color lightens near the tips to almost a blond. I can tell he's spent a lot of time in the sun.

I'm suddenly very aware that all I'm wearing is a few small pieces of red silk.

"Did you really mean what you confessed too?" I ask after a second.

"Of course I did. I go to strip clubs almost every night of the week."

I laugh and shake my head.

"That's not the one I meant and you know it."

He smiles.

"Yes Patricia I did mean it." His hand comes up to brush my cheek. "Your absolutely gorgeous."

"Thank you." I look at his eyes for a second then smile. "Well you're certainly a man with no secrets."

He laughs.

"Well not any more." He shrugs. "Nothing major anyway. No sleeping with grand parents in my past."

"I wonder if I could drink enough to forget he said that." I look back into the large room. I notice it's empty. "Were did the others go?"

"Ash is probably asleep up stairs next to Jennifer."

"How did the three of you end up together?" I ask in wonder.

He smiles.

"I don't kiss and tell remember. How did you and her end up together?" he asks me tilting his head and lifting an eyebrow.

I smile.

"I don't kiss and tell either."

I see him take a half step towards me. His arms are around me in a heartbeat.

"Then neither of us will have a lot to talk about soon."

His lips are hot on mine as I feel myself all but melt against him. He is so warm and strange. His hands come to rest on my bare hips, the tips close to red silk panties. I press my breast into his chest feeling the nipples slide around inside the cups.

After what seems like hours his lips slowly leave mine. I feel a hard pressure against my bare leg.

"That doesn't feel like five inches."

He smiles and gives a shrug.

"I'm just a little better than average."

I know the alcohol is what's taking away my inhibitions. Normally I wouldn't place my hand on a man's cock the first night I meet him.

I run my fingers along the khaki pants feeling the length. He is hardening even more with every second.

I look down feeling his hand come to rest on my left breast. I moan as he pinches the nipple through the silk.

"Feel good, my dear?" he ask softly as he pulls me to him.

"I confess it does."

He laughs.

"Stop that, or we will be trying to 'One Up' one another all night."

"How many bedrooms does this house have?" I ask him looking up at the dark windows across the back.

"At least one is still empty." He looks at me and smiles. "Why?"

"Cause I want to see if you're a man of your word."

Andy kisses me again and leads me through the house and upstairs. I hear a gentle snore from one room as we pass it. Looking in I see Cathy still naked and passed out, her head at the wrong end of the bed.

We pass a half-closed door, and then he opens one in front of me.

I see his luggage by the closet.

I turn to ask a question and find his lips against mine. His tongue soon is demanding entrance.

We stumble back till my legs hit the bed. With a giggle our mouths part and we tumble into the sheets.

I run my hands across his bare chest feeling the tight muscles just under the skin. My fingers dig into the hair on his chest as he nibbles down the side of my neck. I feel his mouth cross my breast then there is a pressure on my nipple. Looking down I see him kissing it through the red silk. 

I slide it out the way for him.

"Oh yes." I moan when I feel his lips on my bare skin. My nipple in his mouth, the gentle suction.

I lean back as I feel his hands exploring my legs.

My eyes pop open when I feel him kissing the inside of my knee. His lips are soft as they brush my skin like feathers. I start to feel the fleeting touch of his tongue, as he tastes me as he kisses his way down my thigh.

I place a hand on his head stopping him just when I feel his lips touch silk.

"My last shower was this morning when I got back from the gym. I should go freshen up."

He smiles and I see him take a slow deep breath through his nose.

"If you wish, but I don't smell anything here I wouldn't want to taste." He leans back in and places a kiss on my panties just over my clit. I feel his tongue lick me through the cloth. It's almost like he's trying to push it through the silk.

"I'll be right back." I tell him patting his hair. He sits up.

Sliding out the bed I walk out the room and into the hall. I feel his eyes on me as I leave.

Stepping into the hall I can hear Cathy's soft nasally snore. As I walk past Ashley's room and into the bathroom I hear one of them turn over. I close the door and turn on the light.

The half-naked woman in red silk panties just stares at me from the mirror.

I take a deep breath to settle the butterflies in my stomach.

"You know what your doing?" she asks me. I don't answer which is just as well. I could end up talking to myself.

Sitting down on the toilet I pee out what feel like a gallon of the drinks I've had tonight. Leaving my panties on the floor, I find a wash cloth and use the hand soap from by the sink to clean up.

I can't help but wonder as I watch myself doing this what Andrew can see in me. I'm not beautiful like Jennifer, or easy breezy like Cathy.

Picking up my panties I start to put them back on then stop. I smile at myself and turn off the light.

I walk naked out the bathroom and back to Andy's room.

He has lit a few candles and is laying on the bed waiting for me. I can see that he is naked. The flickering light lends his skin a magical glow.

I drop my underwear near my other clothes and crawl onto the bed with him.

"You are so beautiful." He tells me softly as I lay next to him. His hand comes up to my neck and he pulls me into a kiss.

I smile when I taste peppermint. Pushing my tongue into his mouth I catch the little hard candy and take it away.

"Hey that's mine, give that back." He tells me laughingly. His mouth comes back to mine and he fences with me over the candy. I surrender it to him after a moment.

He sits up and looks down at me. His fingers tracing spirals around my nipples.

"What do you like Patricia? I have no inhibitions I'll do anything you enjoy, you simply have to tell me."

I smile up at him.

"I don't like pain. Other than that...soft, rough, slow, fast I enjoy all of it."

He turns himself around and leans his head down. His lips kiss my thighs and I let them open slightly.

I close my eyes and simply enjoy the feeling of his mouth as he starts to explore me. His breath warm against my lips, his tongue soft and slick pushing them aside. I give a little gasp when I feel his teeth nibble at one of my lips. He sucks them into his mouth his tongue lashing through them.

I shudder as I feel a cold tingle run through me. The peppermint!

His hands are all over me now. I feel his fingers dig into my hips and then we are turning. My eyes pop open to find myself starring down at his cock. I sit up a bit as I feel his hands open my ass cheeks spreading my sex even wider. Then his tongue is inside me. Licking around the warm depths of me. Long slow licks the whole length of me that tease my clit then dive inside.

Leaning down I place a kiss on his cock. It's waving at me I might as well say hi to it. I giggle as he makes it twitch towards my mouth.

I take the base and move it a bit looking him over. A bit better than average, as he said. I place soft kisses down the side from the tip to the base. My lips brush the stubble where he shaves. I feel him sink his teeth into my lips again. I return the favor by catching part of his sack in mine. I feel a groan vibrate me.

Pulling the skin up with me a bit I lash it with my tongue like I'm feeling him do to me.

He drives his tongue as far up into me as he can! My mouth opens in a soft moan and I take the first two inches of him into my mouth.

I wrap my thumb and a finger around the base and hold him steady while I lick and suck the head. My other three fingers softly caress his balls. I feel his legs open a bit and I run my other hand down and catch one of his ass cheeks. They are hard with muscle. I take more of him into my mouth.

I gasp around his cock as I feel a wet finger circling my other hole.

Wait? Not a finger, that's a tongue!

I pull up off him and turn around to see Jennifer looking at me over the cheek of my ass. She smiles and leans back in. I close my eyes and moan as I feel two tongues working at me. I tighten my fingers around Andrew's cock. 

The bed sinks down next to me. I open my eyes to see Ashley, naked, knee walking up in front of me. I look up at his face. 

He smiles at me.

"You looked so beautiful walking naked past the bedroom door I had to wake Jen. We watched you two from the door for a second then she said she wanted to have a taste. Would you like one?"

I look down at his cock. He's standing hard out from his slight belly. He moves towards me a bit when I give a little nod.

I moan around his cock as it slips into my mouth. My lips have to stretch out a bit more for him than they had for Andy. When they touch the base of him though I realize he's not as long.

Twin tongues start attacking my pussy. One on my clit, the other softer more delicate, licking my lips.

"Holy shit! You got an ice cube in your mouth?" I hear Ashley say when I pull back a bit.

I let him slip out and look up at him and smile.

"Peppermint."

"Oh you naughty thing." He catches the back of my head with his hand and leans forward over me. His cock goes back into my mouth as I feel him run a hand down my spine. His finger slips into the crack of my ass and bushes the hole. I feel Jen's tongue licking around his finger as he pushes into me a bit.

I move from him and back down to Andy when I feel my clit getting sucked.

I shiver and twitch as I feel all their hands running across some part of me. 

Pulling off of Andy I lick from head to head. Sucking each for a second then moving to the other.

"Oh god!"

I moan as I feel Jen run fingers up inside me. First two, then three. I feel Andrew's mouth moving from my clit to where the wet fingers are moving in and out. His tongue licks around them.

Jen's teeth nibble around Ashley's finger as he slips it in past the second knuckle. I take him back into my mouth and to the base of him. I can't quite touch my nose to the bare skin now. He has grown about another half inch or so. He has also thickened enough to make my jaw ache a bit. I pull back and lash the head with my tongue.

Andrews's mouth is back on my clit!

I drop my face to beside his cock. Too much going on can't concentrate on what I'm doing down here. I feel Ashley's hand brushing through my hair. Then he catches the short hair at the base of my neck and pulls me back up.

His cock goes into my mouth hard. I moan around it as I feel his finger leave my ass. He holds my head in both hands and starts to drive himself into my mouth.

Jen's tongue plunges into my ass, filling what he took away.

I brace myself with one hand on Andrew's cock and the other on Ashley hip as I feel a shiver run from my toes to my clit then from there to my nipple and back. I hear and feel Andrew moan as my fingers tighten around him.

Ashley's cock goes all the way till my nose touches him. I feel my air blocked off and have a moment's panic then my lips feel the pulse. He pulls back a bit and hot wet cream is flooding into the back of my mouth.

I turn lose of Andy and grab at Ashley's hips making him pull back a bit more. The head just inside my mouth I suck on him as he continues to cum. I feel a bit of it run out the corner of my mouth and down my chin as I swallow the rest.

He slips away from me and lies down on the bed with a gasping moan.

I shudder as I feel myself cumming! The two tongues inside me. It's incredible!




Confessions



I feel Ashley's hand back in my hair. His fingers tighten and I'm lifted up from Andrews's thigh. Andy's cock is back in my mouth and Ashley is making me take it deeper than I did before. He sits up a bit and I feel his other hand come to my head.

I fight to breathe as he uses my mouth to give his friend a blowjob. His hands are warm on my ears; they're tangled in my hair. Andrews cock slips like warm silk into and out of my mouth. Then I hear him groaning against me. 

I cry out around his cock as he spreads me with his fingers and sucks back in my clit. It's too much too soon! I try to get away from his mouth but I can't move. Too many hands hold me in place. I feel his cock start to pulse and then my mouth is again flooded with cum. A thicker sweeter tasting cum than Ashley's. My ass clamps around Jen's tongue my thighs clench around Andrew head as I feel myself cumming for a second time. 

I dig my fingers into Andy's hips and hang on as my body leaves my control for a long time. I simple twitch and shiver.

I pull off his cock when Ashley turns my head lose. I lay my face down by the base, on his thigh as I feel my body spasms beyond my control.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god." I mumble in a soft prayer as I finally feel the two of them stop licking me. I collapse onto Andrew completely. I feel the slick wet feeling of his cum run down the side of my jaw and drip from my chin as his cock continues to dribble out cum next to my ear. I turn my head a little and cradle him against the side of my neck and shoulder. I rest my face against his thigh and just try to breathe.

I fell Jen placing soft kisses n the cheeks of my ass. Andy is doing the same to the insides of my thighs. Ashley's lightly caressing my head and neck.

After a few minute with a lot of their help I roll off Andy and onto my back. I open my eyes to find Jen hovering over me. She leans in and kisses me. I can smell the slightly musty smell of myself on her face. I know she can taste the men's cum in my mouth as she slips her tongue into me.

I pull her too me and just hold her.

"Give me a moment." I tell her softly."

She giggles.

"Want a drink?" asks Ashley. I look up he's leaned down till he's right next to my face.

"Yes please." I answer. "Water."

I feel him move off the bed.

I hold Jen to me, my face in her hair, her softly playing with my breast till he comes back. When I sit up to take a sip of the water he brought back I see Andrew sitting back watching Jen and I.

I hand the bottle to her.

"I think the boys want a show." I tell her with a smile.

She smiles back at me.

"They might as well watch. Without a hard cock between them they are pretty much useless." She says teasingly to Andrew.

"You give me about ten minutes." He says back smiling

"Ten? With two hot ladies doing naughty lesby things in front of you? You need ten? Damn your getting old Andy" Ashley grins as he sits back down on the bed. "Hell I'm half way there already."

"Ash...go sit on a stick."

Andy catches the bottle of water before Jen can pass it back to me and takes a sip. He smiles and hands it to me.

I turn up the bottle and let the last drops drip into my mouth. One hits the side and runs down towards my chin. Jen leans in and licks the path, then down my neck as I arch back. I place my hands on her head as I feel her gently take one of my nipples into her mouth and suckle. Her mouth comes back up to mine.

Kissing Jen I run a hand down her side. I taste myself on her lips. I smile thinking about what she must taste. Penis and peppermint. Sounds like a Christmas candy, or something that Haagen Dazs would make.

I moan feeling her fingers slip to either side of my clit. My leg slide opens a bit as she gently parts my lips and slips two fingers inside me.

Opening my eyes I see Andy watching us. There is a very naughty grin trying to make its way to his lips. I glance down. He's not hard but I can see the beginnings.

I dig my nails into Jens back and she pulls back from me with a hiss. I lean down and suck in her nipple hard. My teeth latch on and I batter it with my tongue as I suck. Her fingers dig into my scalp as she hisses sharp breaths between her teeth. I release her nipple then swat it with my tongue as I start to pull away, making her jump.

Catching that wet nipple I give it a bit of a twist making her cry out. My other hand pushes her back till she's reclined across Andrew's lap. Her fingers pull from inside of me. I look up at him then down at her breast. 

He smiles gives me a nod and places his hand over mine. I slip my fingers from under his after a second and run them down her sides. 

Leaning in I lightly run my tongue around her belly button. I blow soft breath across the wet skin and smiles when I see her shiver. I slowly slip my tongue into her and taste her perfume. As it touches my tongue I remember she always puts a drop there.

My hands catch her soft thighs and I lift them up as my head lowers to the damp curls. I kiss the little teddy bear, just above her clit. I smile remembering the first time I saw him. An inch tall, her artist did a wonderful job making him look real.

Leaving the bear to his honey pot I move down and lick her's.

Oh my god she is every bit a sweet as I remember. Like honey and apples I taste both as my tongue lick the thick moisture from her lips.

I glance over my shoulders when I feel Ashley's hands on my thighs. Warm and strong they run up and start to caress my ass. I give him a smile as I go back to licking Jen.

My mouth is filled with her lips as I suck in the warm wet flesh. My tongue lashes through the slick folds. Her clit rubs at my nose as I feel her start to lift her hips towards my face. I plunge my tongue up into her. The warm juices there are stronger, the taste not so sweet, but just as delicious.

As I devour my friend like she's the desert bar at a buffet I feel Ashley amusing himself with first my ass then as he grows bolder my pussy. His finger pull at my lips then slip inside. I moan into Jen as I fill him spread two fingers inside me and stretch me open. I give a deeper moan when I feel his thumb rub my against my second hole. Still wet from the fingering he did earlier and the tonguing Jen gave, it gives him little resistance when he pushes in. I feel a wince of pain when the knuckle slips in. I feel him rub his thumb against the fingers inside me, almost like he's making the money sign.

I have to ignore what he's doing and focus on what I'm doing. As I suck at Jen's clit I look up past her twitching belly to her breast and the hands that are kneading them like bread dough. 

Andy's eyes are locked on my face when I look at him. I notice Jen has his cock in her hand and is gently squeezing and letting go.

I feel the mattress shift behind me and I feel Ashley's legs brush the insides of my thighs. I widen them a bit, the alcohol and sex making me never even consider not taking him into me.

I feel him stop. His hand resting on my ass just holds me steady for a second. Then he gives me a little pat on the hip.

"Patricia? Um.... after what Chase confessed too...would you be at all offended if I wanted to use a condom?"

Pulling her clit from my mouth with a slurp I turn to look at him with a smile.

"After what he confessed to I wouldn't be offended if you wanted to use a condom, wrap me in cellophane, and have sex by E-mail." I chuckle, then nod. "It's only how much I've had to drink that even let me forget to ask you to use one."

"Are you on the pill?" he asks. I feel the head of his cock slide through my lips, from top to bottom.

"IUD.' I tell him looking at his face. "Chase wore a condom every time."

I gasp as I feel the whole length of his thick cock push into me. I turn and bring my head down till my lips are resting against the wet lips before me. I feel Jen's fingers in my hair. She pulls me back to her clit. As I take it into my mouth Ashley starts to pump into me. His motion drives me against her. Her wet lips smear her juices across my face. 

I have to rock back against him to stay with her clit. That and it feel wonderful when I do.

"Ashley?" I hear Jen's voice in a breathy moan. "Patricia's got me much wetter than she is. I want you inside me again. I think Andrew wants to make good on his confession."

Ashley buries himself in me to the hilt making me groan. He holds at that depth as I squirm against him. He slowly slips out of me and stands up. 

I feel Jen's hands lift me from her pussy to look up at her. She leans into beside my ear. Her words are feather whispers.

"All he's done all night is ask about you. I think someone is really got it hot for you." She licks my lips, then kisses me.

I watch her move over to the other side of the bed and make Ashley walk farther. He chuckles as he catches up to her. She rolls up onto her knees and gives her ass a shake at him.

Then all I can see is Andy's face. His lips are against mine pushing me back as he moves forward. I kind of roll backwards and he comes with me till my head is against his pillows. My legs open for him as he slides between them.

Reaching between us I take hold of him and guide him into me. I sigh as he slips inside. My eyes pop open when he bottoms out. I had forgotten he's a bit longer than Ashley.

I look up at his face as he starts to pump into me.

"I've wanted to do this to you for half the night." He tells me his lips almost against mine.

I pull him down till he's against me. Feeling the warm heat of his body caressing me. The hairs on his chest brush my nipples as he moves barely and inch or so in and out of my body. I tighten myself as best I can against him. I feel the hard hot length of him as he sinks inside. I drift in pleasure as he gently fucks me. Caressing his back, running my fingers through his hair.

After what feel like an eternity of this wonderful union of our bodies I feel him start to pick up the pace. I dig my nails into his shoulders as I feel him double the length of his stroke into me.

He takes up some more of his weight and rises up off me. I lift my legs to open myself more. I cross my knees behind his thigh hooking my ankles near his calves.

I see his eyes on my face. There's an apologetic look about him.

"I wanted to get you to cum again before I did, but I don't think I can hold off much longer."

I smile at him.

"I've had way to much to drink tonight, too many things are way to desensitized, I'm not even close to doing that. This has felt wonderful. It's still feels wonderful, cum in me please. Let me feel you do that." I tell him as I caress his face softly. I brush his lips with fingers I know taste of Jen's juices.

He nods. I see him try to slow his pace for a second then with a slight shake of his head he starts to go faster.

I clutch at his shoulders as I revel at the feeling of him moving in me. I watch the sweat drip from his nose as he leans down a little. I pull his head to my chest as I feel him go all the way into me. His hits the inside of me with a sharp jolt of pain then I feel the wet flow and the pulsing of his cock just as I hear the gasp and moan. I hear my name being whispered into my breast. His breath a warm pant against the sweaty skin. Slowly I feel his weight come to rest on me more as he sinks down. I give him a squeeze and he moans again. I run my hands across his back feeling the muscles under my fingertips. I look from the slow lope of the ceiling fan to where Jen is still being pounded by Ashley. I catch her eye for a second. She gives me an eyebrow shrug then goes back to moaning a little too loudly. I can't suppress a chuckle.

"What's so funny?" I hear Andy ask as I feel him shift up off of me. He slowly pulls himself up next to me and looks over to Jen and Ash.

I'm about to answer when I see Ashley throw back his head and silently scream out in pleasure. I see Jen wince as he grips her hips too hard. I snake a hand over to her and catch her fingers in mine; she gives me a squeeze back.

Ashley holds her still with himself buried inside for a good half minute then slowly, gasping for breath he pulls out. I see his eyes open, but they don't seem to be focused on anything. Turning I trade a grin with Andy, then I see Andy's eyes snap open wide.

Looking back I catch the tale end of Ashley tripping over Andrew's bags. I get to see the full attempt at a half pirouette, half back flip, triple Lutz that he does to regain his balance before he disappears to the floor at the foot of the bed.

Andy and I roll into each other and clutch the other to us as we both just dissolves into tear filled laughter! It's several minutes till I can look back up.

Carol is standing naked in the doorway just looking down at Ashley.

"I like a naked man at my feet, but this one looks unconscious." She says after I catch her eyes.

I feel Jen get up off the floor beside the bed, where she slid too while laughing. 

She moves around to where he is at and kneels down.

Andy pats my hip and rolls away. He stands up and goes down to see to his friend. I turn on the bed and crawl down and look off the foot.

Ashley is out cold, and snoring softly.

Andy checks his head then gives him a slight shake. Ashley doesn't wake but his snoring shifts a bit.

Andy gives a chuckle.

"I thinks he's ok." He looks to Jen. "All that power fucking drove the alcohol to his brain. I think he passed out. Come on girls give me a hand." I watch Carol and Jen help him get Ashley up then Andrew gets an arm under him and more or less drags him out into the hall and down towards his room.

Carol looks at me and I wait for the inevitable shit from her.

"Yall could have woke Me." she give a little sniffle. "I never get to have any fun."

I see Andy come walking up behind her. He gives her naked ass a slap and she jumps.

"Go help Jen if you want to have fun. She's getting out her makeup kit."

I see Carol's face split into a grin

"I have just the perfect shade of lipstick. It's called Pimping Purple."

I watch Andy lean out the door to watch her ass as she walks away. When he looks back at me I have an eyebrow raised but I'm smiling.

He shrugs.

"I love naked women."

I crawl back up the bed and turn to my side and run a finger down my hip. I give my ass a pat.

He smiles that evil boy smile and climbs in behind me. I feel his cock, soft and warm, press into the cheeks of my ass as I snuggle back against him. I smile as I feel him pull the sheets up over up.

"Well one things for sure." He says softly into the back of my neck.

I shiver a bit at the feathery breath.

"What's that." I ask softly.

"We'll all have something new to confess to the next time we play."

I chuckle.

"I thought you didn't kiss and tell?"

He caresses my hip.

"Oh I don't. I was going to confess to having seen a naked man do a Michael Flatley impersonation."

I catch his hand and pull it up to my chest as I laugh. As the chuckling finally fades I turn my head to him.

"But how would you 'One Up it'?"

He looks at me for a second then I see that grin start to form.

"I've got a camera in my bags. I could take some pictures of the girls handy work and post them on to his Facebook page."

I chuckle for a second then snuggle into him.

"I can 'One Up' that." I say softly.

"How?"

I just shake my head and leave him wondering as I drift off to sleep.



Confessions



She came every week like clockwork. She always came in on the same day, same time and used the same confessional with the same priest to absolve her of her sins. It was like torture to him. He would pray every week after she left and learned that praying before he knew she would come, that it would give him strength and the power to resist the impure thoughts. To resist...her.

She was more than beautiful. She was heavenly, but in a very natural, sinful way. Her long beautiful, raven hair would hang softly around her shoulders like a black waterfall. Her icy blue eyes were soft, yet pierced right through you when she looked at you. Her ruby red lips were full and pouting, inviting when she smiled. Her skin was delicious, its milky white appearance was delectable and made your fingertips tingle with the want to feel how soft and silky her touch could be.

He wasn't sure if she just felt comfortable with him or if she was truly the devil trying to tempt him. Either way, it wasn't hard to give him the impure thoughts now. Anytime he saw her walk in, they started and he would feel shame. She started to notice his eye contact with her would lessen every time she walked in. He now began to immediately go to the confessional when he saw her walk in now. He was no longer friendly toward her when she arrived. He would no longer speak to her unless she was confessing. On this day, she noticed he wasn't anywhere to be seen. He was already in the confessional, waiting. This was strange to her and unsettling.

She walked down the aisle and knelt between the pews, made the sign of the cross and said a quick prayer. No one was in the confessional when she walked up to it and so she went in. She knelt once again as the window opened and she made the sign of the cross. "Forgive me, Father for I have sinned; it is one week since my last Confession. I accuse myself of the following sins: I continually have impure thoughts. They don't stop. I have impure thoughts about strangers, people I know. People I work with. Sometimes I act on the thoughts. I do not feel shame for these things, but my faith tells me I should. I am confused and feel that if God didn't want me to think or do these things he wouldn't have given me the ability to know them, he wouldn't have made my body the way it is and the ability to feel the beauty and passion of desire. And I don't believe it is the devil testing my faith. God is the one who made my body, he gave me the abilities and the feelings my body has when I am touched."

This was the first time he had heard such things from her. Yes, she always had the same confessions. Impure thoughts, desires, actions. He would absolve her and she would leave. This was different. And he never understood her until today. He could never understand why she would do these things over and over again and then come for absolution. Why not just stop? He questioned that because she made him question his vows every time. She would list her impure actions and thoughts, how many times and ask for forgiveness. And every time his body would react to her without him wanting it to. He would have to sit in the confessional after she left for several minutes as he prayed his impure thoughts and bodily actions away. Today with what he was hearing, he understood her. He now came to not only desire her, but to ache for her.

She heard him shift weight on the other side of the window and stopped talking. He said, "Are these all your sins, my child?"

"No." She whispered. "I am having impure thoughts right now."

This made him uncomfortable, but in a very exciting way. "Wash them from your mind, my child. God wants you to be pure."

"But I don't want to wash them away. I want to act on them. I want to make them more than thoughts. I want to make them a memory that I can look back on and touch myself, or know that I may act on again."

He shifted again. Cleared his throat. "I don't think..."

She had gotten up and opened the door. He listened and sat still. Suddenly the door on his side opened and he saw her standing there. Her blue eyes seemed to lighten up the dim booth. He stood suddenly and started to open his mouth to protest. She stepped into the confessional, closed the door behind her and put her finger to his lips to quiet him. "I have thought about this often. I know you desire me. I can always hear it in your voice. Feel it radiating from you. You are a very handsome man, and I know this isn't acceptable to your faith...I only come here for you. Let me show you my God. My God who wants me to love in every way possible and not hold the touch of another human being over my head and tell me I can't have it."

He started to open his mouth again to protest, but she stopped him as her lips met his quickly, hungrily, passionately. His pants already were bulging from her confession and now were so tight against him it hurt. She felt it against her leg as she pressed herself against him while kissing him. At first he seemed too shocked to move, to kiss back, to push her away. Suddenly he was kissing her back. His mind continued to say no, but his body was not listening any longer. His heart was not hearing it.

She felt the shift in his thoughts course through her like a jolt. She continued to kiss him as she pressed him against the wall. Pressing her body so hard against him you'd think she was trying to become him. He kissed her hungrily as if he was starving, and the she realized he was. His heart and soul, his body was starving to be touched. Everything about him was so overwhelming.

The hardness against her inner thigh was pressing into her with such force she shivered against him. As she kept kissing him she took her hand and reached out for his. With her fingers intertwined in his, she led his hand up her skirt, sliding the fabric up her thigh, letting him feel her skin smoothly sliding under his fingertips. The higher up he got, the warmer her skin became. He could feel heat radiating from between her thighs...he felt moisture on the skin. He stopped letting her move his hand and pulled his face from her's. She smiled at him softly and said, "Trust me. It's okay." She leaned her face towards his again and kissed him as she started moving his hand up her thigh again.

His fingertips felt her hairless, smooth skin around her lips...the moisture dripping from her like honey. As he was breathing her in, he couldn't stop thinking about how he shouldn't be doing this, but he was so enlightened by it.

She led his fingers up her lips, stroking them softly, up and up...until she pressing his finger tips into clit. She gasped loudly and deeply in his mouth. She whispered breathlessly, "Stroke it. Tiny circles. Feel the little bud grow and slide around under your fingers." He began to do so as he felt her thrust her hips to him.

Her clit felt like a hot, little, wet button sliding between his fingers. He took his thumb and index finger and rolled it between them, pinching it. Feeling the desire and passion flow through her and into him, his cock pulsed and twitched. She began to grind herself against his hand and he felt the juices flow from her even more. She leaned into him and pressed her lips against his ear, breathing into it deeply, "Put your fingers inside me. Slide them in slowly at first...feel my body language. You'll know what to do if you follow your instincts."

He slide his fingers down her lips and spread them open. She was so wet, his fingers found the opening easily and slid in with ease. She tightened around his fingers and let out a long, deep sigh. He began exploring her with his fingers. Feeling her pulse and feeling the inside walls change. The texture in certain places, the movement. He was fascinated and desired her even more. He kissed her neck as her hair fell around his face. He smelled her. Her warmth. Her sex. Her sweet scent that he always smelled even from the other side of the window. He soaked her in. All of her. He never wanted the moment to end. Didn't want to think about what this could mean, what wrong he could be doing against his vows, his church...his God. He shook off those thoughts and focused on her body again, on the feeling he had wrapped around his fingers. He began sliding them in and out of her, pumping his long, slim fingers in and out of her. He knew he was doing the right thing because he felt her body shake and her breath quicken. He saw the look on her face, her eyes rolling in the back of her head. Suddenly she clinched his fingers so tight, it almost hurt and he felt her body become stiff and her mouth open wide with a small moan flowing out. And then it came. The flood between her legs. Juices flooding in his palm and running down her legs. He was amazed and enthralled.

Once he felt her body relax she pulled away from him with excitement but relaxation in her eyes. She kissed him again and then slowly went to her knees. She looked up at him with a devious smile and said, "Forgive me Father, I am about to sin." She reached up to his belt and began to undo it as he stood there with a shock on his face, but not stopping her. She pulled his pants to his ankles and then hooked her fingers into his underwear as she looked up at him again. He had that look of anticipation and wonder all over his face and she loved it. It was sexy. She could break him if she wanted to, but she wanted to teach him instead. Mold him into the perfect lover. It was so wrong, but so very right as she looked into his eyes.

She pulled down his underwear and slowly moved her eyes forward and saw his thick, hard, long cock spring from beneath the fabric and into her face. She smiled and opened her mouth for her tongue to slither out. She licked the tip, lapping up his precum into her mouth. Sweet, salty...delicious...just as she imagined many times. His cock twitched as she did this, bouncing and tapping at the tip of her tongue. A smile came over her eyes as she played with the head, flicking the underside of the head tip with her tongue. He moaned softly as she felt the head expand across her tongue. This caused her to lose control and she wrapped her lips around the head quickly and began sucking. Taking more of him in her mouth, little by little each moment. He thought he was going to pass out he was so excited. He felt pressure building in his cock, so much he felt impatient, desperate and urgent in a way. She began sliding him in and out of her mouth slowly, from the tip all the way down to the base of his shaft, her throat enclosing around his head as she swallowed him whole. He tongue worked the underside of his shaft, up and down as she fucked his cock with her mouth.

Without realizing it he had moved his hand to her head and grabbed a hand full of hair in his fingers to guide her speed and her rhythm. She was shocked by this, but enjoyed it immensely. She tightened her lips around him, sucking him with more hunger, feeling his cock pulse, expand and grow in her mouth and throat. She soon realized he was close and slowed down until she had stopped and kissed the head of his cock as she looked up at him. She stood back up quickly and kissed him deeply. He stood there looking at her with question and she unbuttoned her blouse and pulled her breasts out of her bra for him to see and feel. He reached up and cupped them, sliding his thumbs over the nipples that were already hard and sensitive. She shivered as she pulled up her skirt around her waist and pulled him to her. She felt his beautiful, soft cock slide between her lefts and tickle her clit and lips. She kissed him again as she lifted one leg and wrapped it around him. She felt the tip of his head press against her opening. She kept kissing him as he held her leg up and then she lifted the other to wrap completely around him. He realized what she was doing and helped lift her weight and wrap her around him.

Looking into his eyes, she said, "Make love to me. Put yourself inside me and fill me up. I need to feel you inside me. Feel you become a part of me. It's beautiful and nothing like it in this world. Take me...now." He slowly lowered her onto his cock as he felt her warm, wet, beautiful pussy wrap around him. She helped him lift her weight up and down, both of them holding on for life. Never wanting to let go, never wanting to stop. She felt even more amazing, interesting and wonderful inside like this. He was in paradise. Ecstasy. He felt like this was where he belonged and had been missing for so long.

Her hair surrounded his face. Its soft, feathery tickle all over his face and neck. She let her head fall back as he took her breast in his mouth. Playing with the nipples with his teeth and tongue. Her skin was sweet and salty. He loved the rough feeling of her nipples on the tip of his tongue. He loved the taste of her skin.

She moaned softly in his ear as she tightened around his cock...feeling him pump in and out of her. The rhythm becoming more desperate and speeding up. The pressure building up inside of her and inside of him. Such an intense feeling he couldn't stand it, but loved it all in one. Suddenly she tightened so hard at the base of his cock and sliding up as if to milk his cock and he felt it again. The flood of warm juices flowing down his cock and his legs. She was growling in his ear and it sent him over the edge as he felt the pressure explode and he came. His come spilling into her and hitting the back of her pussy with such force it made her come again. He fell back against the wall and almost dropped her and fell to his knees. He caught himself and she pulsed around him, milking him. He stood there for a moment, holding her up around him as they caught their breath and felt the orgasm subside. They kissed each other deeply as he slowly lifted her off of his cock and she dropped her legs for her feet to touch the ground.

They both straightened themselves up and kissed deeply again. After she pulled away he looked into her eyes and said, "God bless you...go in peace, my child." She smiled, "Thank you, Father." She made the sign of the cross and slowly walked out of the confessional, looking around as she opened the door. She walked away to the pews as if nothing just happened. Knelt down and said a prayer. Thanked God for her the Sacrament of Penance and walked out of the church.

She came back the following week, just like normal, until she got in the booth with the priest. This became her weekly confession. And he became her weekly penance.



Confessions



Avery and I have been friends since we were in diapers; our parents are childhood friends and have been neighbors for most of their lives as well. As kids we were inseparable and where you saw one, the other wasn't too far behind. We listened to the same music, we liked the same style of clothes and shoes, even our personalities were almost the same. But freshman year of high school, Avery's family had temporarily moved to stay with her grandmother in the city, about thirty minutes away. Despite her parents making that long thirty minute drive to work, Avery transferred schools. And since we both didn't have the means to travel that distance, we barely got to see each other during that year. 

I was extremely excited when she called to tell me the news that they were going to be taking residence next door once again. Except when they moved back, well, Avery was a little different. 

But what was three years ago and now she's a mixture of old and new Avery. I supposed I can't really talk. I've done quite a bit of changing of my own when she was gone— fell into the wrong crowd and all that. I have a real penchant for making bad decisions and getting into trouble. I guess maybe that's why I didn't bat an eyelash when she admitted that she worked as a prostitute on the weekends. She had been worried that my opinion of her would change and that I wouldn't want to be friends with her anymore; that she felt guilty for not telling me. I shrugged it off. After all, the things I've done... Well, let's just say I have absolutely no room to judge. So, I don't.

A while ago, she booked a room in a seedy hotel that was located in a really bad neighborhood. She had to spend that weekend alone. While making a run to a convenient store next door, she got jumped by six girls. Outnumbered, they beat the shit out of Avery and stole her money, cellphone, and mp3 player. It was nearly an hour before she was able to get help. If it weren't for a stranger walking home, who knows what would have happened. In the end, Avery suffered multiple bruises, contusions, lacerations, and a few fractured ribs. I've been spending the weekends with her ever since. I'm no stranger to violence and I've taken up a habit of always having a knife on me. So, I'm not worried about being able to defend myself. All that aside, I'm also her eyes and ears for anyone familiar that we might run into since she didn't want her family to find out how she was spending her weekends. 

"Where are you going to go while you wait?" Avery asks her voice full of concern. Tonight, we did the same thing that we've done for the last three months— it's a routine now. We got ready, we packed up, and we came to the same two-star hotel, in the same crappy neighborhood to spend the weekend. Luckily my older brother was able to swing by the liquor store for me because having a few drinks honestly makes the waiting that I have to do a lot easier. I'm not as restless when I've been drinking. 

"I'm not sure and it's not like I can drive around since I've been drinking. How many do you have anyway?" I question as I hide the bottles that we brought with us.

"Well, I'll be with this guy for two hours and then I have two more scheduled after him. I won't be done until four in the morning. Are you sure you're okay with waiting that long?" She takes my phone off of the charger and hands both items to me. 

"Yeah, I'll be fine." I wave a dismissive hand as I check to make sure I have everything I need. "Be careful and call me if anything. I don't care what for." I say with a pointed look. After a couple of jokes about the different types of trouble I could get into— like finding a willing body so that I can get laid while I wait— we finally say our good-byes. I wobble my way outside and take a seat on a bench that is in the middle of the hotel's outdoor courtyard. Getting myself situated, I pull out my cellphone and headphones. I mentally cursed myself out when I realized that I forgot my car keys upstairs. Oh well, there isn't anything I can do about it now and it's not like I can go anywhere anyway, I thought to myself. I've got everything I need; after all, browsing the internet can provide hours of entertainment. 

I've been watching brain numbing videos for at least an hour and noticed that I'm no longer alone. A guy in his mid-twenties is pacing near the hotel exit with a phone to his ear. I was so focused on my own phone that I didn't even see him there. I figured that since it had been a while since anyone came out here and how late it is, I wouldn't be seeing anyone else for the rest of the night, so his appearance is a surprise. 

Looking at him from under my lashes, I take in his height and size. He is extremely tall— well over six feet— and bulky compared to my petite and slender frame. His features are rugged; making him appear to be the brooding type. From where I sit, I can see his dark military-cut hair and I assumed that his eyes are equally as dark. Even in the dim lighting I can tell that Mr. Yum's skin is only a shade or two darker than my own. 

Mentally shrugging, I turn back to my cellphone to look up more videos. Checking the time, it's just after one in the morning and I sigh at the thought of how much longer I'm going to have to wait before I can head back upstairs. "May I sit here?" The deep timbre voice causes me to shiver. Looking up to address the speaker, I wasn't surprised to see Mr. Yum standing before me and waiting for my answer. 

"Yeah, help yourself." I respond and turn back to my phone. If I thought he was good looking from afar, his looks were damn near devastating up close. It took all I had to not drool all over myself. And fuck did the man smell fucking good! He took a seat at the opposite side of the bench and his scent drifted to me on the breeze- like pine, leather, and musk. All male. My tummy fluttered as I discretely inhaled his aroma. I don't give a fuck what anyone says, sweet smelling colognes are stupid, and there isn't anything sexier than a man who smells like a man should.

We sat for a while, I watched videos and he tinkered on his phone as well. I was worried at first that it would be an awkward silence, but it wasn't. It was a companionable silence shared between two strangers. "Aren't you a little young to be out this late?" Mr. Yum asks. His question was so random that I couldn't help but jump a little. 

"I'm eighteen." I answer with a smile. I know what he sees when he looks at me. The same thing everyone sees: a girl who appears no older than sixteen, at the most. 

"Are you really?" He prods incredulously with both of his eyebrows raised.

"Yeah." I shrug. "It's because I'm short." 

"That might be it." He nods in agreement. "I'm sorry if I offended you though."

"Oh, no!" I say with a laugh. "It's okay. I get that all the time."

"I'm Sid, by the way." He says and offers his hand to me.

"Hi, Sid." I take his hand in my own. "I'm Belle, but everyone calls me Tink." 

"Tink huh? Well, it's nice to meet you, Tink." His grip almost felt intimate and he was warm to the touch. Sid didn't drop my hand or simply let it go. He slid his hand out of mine very slowly, gently running his thumb over my knuckles and his fingers over my palm before releasing me.

After our introduction, we fell into easy conversation and I lost track of time. He explained that he was here on leave to visit family and his cousin ditched him to get laid. He said that he was in the military and had just come back to the states after being deployed for sixteen months. He shared all of the places that he's traveled to over the years and which countries he'd like to visit again someday. He revealed that he was twenty-five, single, half Irish and half Asian. 

I discovered that Sid's personality was almost a direct contradiction to his looks. While his height and mass made him appear intimidating, I detected a little bit of nerd in the undertones of some of his comments. Was it an act? I didn't know and I didn't care. Talking to him was helping to pass the time. He also asked a lot of questions like where I'm from, what ethnicity I am, if I'm really eighteen, and what I was really doing out this late and all by myself. I didn't feel the need to lie about it, so I told him the truth. If he was shocked at my reason, his face didn't show it. 

For me, it was all in fun, innocent flirting. Unfortunately, I didn't bring my jacket with me and I found myself shivering in the cool night air. "Are you cold?" He asks. 

Nodding and rubbing my arms to take away some of the chill, I answer, "Yeah. I didn't think it was going to be so cold tonight." 

I was a little surprised when a light flush started creeping up his cheeks and he started avoiding my eyes. "Well, would you like to come to my room?" He asks almost sheepishly. Rising his eyes to meet mine, he rushes on at my expression, "We can just sit and talk. Or we can sit in the lobby if you want." 

I didn't respond immediately I just sat and looked at him. He'd been so open and friendly since he sat and his actions now were threatening to make the situation awkward. I mentally scolded myself for entertaining the idea of actually going to his room. I didn't know him and it probably would be a really stupid idea. Then again, I have a track record for doing really stupid shit. Like the time I threw paint on the principal's car. Or the time I busted the laundromat's window. Or the time I set a field on fire. Then there was the time I picked a fight with a girl who was nearly five times bigger than me. I'd certainly had one night stands before. My friends even joke that I'm actually a boy trapped in a female's body. Then again, all of those things happened when I was recklessly drunk. You know the fuck-shit-up type of drunk... "Sure. We can go up to your room."

The layout of his room was no different than the room Avery and I were sharing. The only difference was how neat he kept it. While our room had clothes, shoes, jewelry, and make-up strewn on damn near every available surface since Avery is like a hurricane when she gets ready, his room was orderly. He actually had his clothes hanging in the closet, his suitcase tucked away, and shoes were neatly lined up against the wall. From where I stood, I could see that even his toiletries were in order. "Are you hungry? I think this place as twenty-four hour room service."

"They do." I answer absentmindedly as I part the curtain to check out his view. 

He'd been silent since we entered the room, just watching me intently as I inspected his space. He sat on the bed and scooted himself back so that he could lean on the headboard. "Want to watch TV?"

"Yeah, sure." I closed the curtain and sat in a chair next to the desk that all hotels seem to have. He turned on the TV and started flipping through channels after making a comment about how annoying the on-screen TV guide is. His 'I don't know why it always resets itself. I already had it on the channel I wanted,' comment made me chuckle and eased some of the tension I was feeling. After choosing a corny comedy movie, we shared some good laughs as he and I commentated on the ridiculousness of it— like 'he can a red cup a second ago and now his cup is blue', 'handguns don't have that many bullets!', 'look, you can see the cameraman in the reflection'. I was completely relaxed again.

My back and butt had gone numb half way through the movie and I started squirming in the uncomfortable hotel chair. Sid must have noticed because I heard a soft, 'Come here, Tink', While he held up an inviting arm. I honestly didn't even question it and walked over to the bed, situating myself next to him. I barely held back a squeak of surprise as he put an arm around me and pulled me flush against him— any closer and I'd end up in his lap. Without thinking, I leaned into him and placed my hand on his chest. I managed to suppress the shiver that threatened when I felt the hard muscles hidden beneath his shirt. To distract myself, I started to absentmindedly fiddle with the chain that held his dog tags— a bad habit I have, that's almost like counting the beads.

He shifted a few times and eventually his leg ended under my own. It hadn't escaped me that if someone were to see us, we'd look like lovers. I had a hand on his chest, my leg thrown over his, completely plastered to his side. He had his arm around me, almost possessively resting against my hip. His body was deliciously warm, plus his scent surrounding me, and his thigh had rubbed against my sex a few times. I'm not sure if he did it on purpose or not, but I was nearly beyond the point of caring. I was getting horny. And I was known for taking what I wanted. And at that moment, I wanted him.

As if reading my thoughts, his hand downward to the top of my ass and squeezed. A cascading array of butterflies and heat pooled in my belly once I made my decision. Before I could talk myself out of it, I undulated, purposely rubbing my sex against his thigh. Once, twice, three times. "Tink?" He questioned hesitantly. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing." I answered and moved again, this time softly nudging his balls with my knee. A soft moan escaped me at the friction. 

"I didn't bring you up here for that." He stated as he tilted my chin up with his fingers.

Meeting his eyes, "I know. But I want it." There was nothing else that I needed, or wanted, to say. I couldn't make it more clear what my intentions were. He searched my eyes for so long that I almost felt ashamed for being so brazen. But then he cautiously leaned in and touched his lips to mine. It was just a brief and gentle meeting. But I wanted more. He searched my eyes again before kissing me with a little more pressure. I brought my hand to his hair and slightly tugged, bringing him closer. He took my lead and leaned into me so that I ended up flat on my back with him hovering above. 

His tongue traced my seam, asking to be let in. I parted my lips and the taste of him exploded in my mouth. It became a dance of seduction between our tongues— like we were dueling for dominance. He deepened the kiss, rolling himself and I opened my legs to position him beneath my thighs. He met my fervor and our movements became nearly desperate. He pressed himself against me and rocked his hard length on my center. I moaned in his mouth in want, needing the delicious friction. My dampened panties uncomfortable, my nipples hardened points and the material of my bra irritating. My heart was racing and I could feel his slamming against my chest. "Sid." I whispered his name as a plea. 

He sat up and tore his shirt off like it offended him, tossing it away; my top and leggings immediately followed all the while keeping eye contact. Laying beneath him in just my bra and panties, I shivered at the hunger in his eyes and knowing that it matched my own. I ran my hands over his shoulders, his chest, down to his toned abs before reaching to remove his belt. I managed to unbuckle him and unbuttoned his jeans before he crushed his lips to mine once again. 

He playfully flicked his tongue against mine before kissing me along my jaw and neck. I reached to the front clasp of my bra and removed it, tossing it to the floor. He ran his eyes over my exposed skin. "Beautiful." He said softly. He moved downward and wrapped his lips around my hardened peaks making me I cry out at the sensation. While he licked one, he pinched the other rolling them between his thumb and index finger. He alternated between the two and it heightened my arousal. 

He trailed kisses down my body, over my ribs and abdomen, before sitting up once again. Removing my panties almost reverently, he stared at my moist cleft. "Fuck." He whispered as he took in the slight of my intimate flash. "So fucking wet." There was no warning, no preamble. One minute he was staring at me, the next his mouth covered my swollen pussy. His tongue stabbed into my entrance, causing me to yelp in surprise. Then He licked and flicked and circled my sensitive bundle with his tongue— lapping up my juices then back to tongue fucking my entrance. But damn, the man was good. I mewled and moaned. I sighed and keened. Wrapping my legs around his head, I buried my hands in his hair and I fucked his face, wanting—no, needing— to cum. 

But I felt there was something missing. I just needed one more sensation to send me over the edge, yet I wasn't sure what it was—my brain too foggy in the sex-induced haze. He must have read my mind because one hand reached up and pinched my nipple and he pushed a digit in me with the other. 

I jolted and moaned, 'ohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuck' as he had just given me the finale push that I needed. My world exploded, vibrating and iridescent. I was overwhelmed and drowning in a sea of lust and sensation as my orgasm washed over me like a tidal wave. I bucked and thrashed wildly beneath him, but he didn't relent, determined to make the feeling last as long as possible. He stopped his assault just before I became too sensitive. But he gently lapped up my cunt juice, slowly bringing me back down to Earth. Giving one last kiss to my clit, he propped his head up. "That was fucking beautiful, baby." Trailing kisses up my body until his lips reached mine, he took advantage of my parted lips and I could taste myself on his tongue. 

Settling his dick at my entrance, he didn't enter me in a rush. Ever so slowly, he pushed his cock into my body at a torturous pace. I could feel every ridge, ripple, and vein— every fucking inch. "You're too big." I moaned in surprise at the pinch of pain when I realized that he wasn't done yet. 

"I'm almost in all the way, baby. Just a little more." He said in a strangled voice. I could see the strain in him as if he was fighting the urge to slam home. Once he was fully seated, I could feel him butting against my cervix. He stilled his movements allowing me to adjust to his length. In fact, he held still for way too long. "Stop moving." He hissed when I wiggled and purposely clenched my pussy muscles around him. "I don't want to hurt you."

"I'm good now." I panted. "Fuck me, Sid." His answer was a series of shallow thrusts almost like assuring himself that I could handle his size. "Mmm. More. Please." I begged. He obliged, pulling out so that only his tip remained and slammed back into my body. He threw my legs around his shoulders, and then leaned back into me; the position allowing him to get deeper into my sheath. He gripped my legs and fucked me hard. "Fuck." I hissed out as he set a brutal pace— a pace that had me all but screaming. 

"Do you want to come?" He asked through gritted teeth.

"Pleasepleasepleaseplease!" I chanted to him although I wasn't sure what I was asking for— more or less? Harder or faster? Please let me come? Please stop? I had no idea at that moment. I didn't think it was possible, but the big bastard started fucking me straight through the mattress. Turns out the mother fucker was holding back. White flashes of lights danced behind my closed eyelids at the force of his thrusts. Add that to the heat that his body was giving off like a furnace and it felt like the sun had taken residence in the room. His guttural groans and grunts mingled with my own moans and whimpers, the mixture scents of our arousal hung in the air like a thick fog. Our bodies became slick with sweat and his grip became nearly punishing to hold onto my hips. 

"Fuck, so wet." He grunted out in sync with the pounding that he was giving to me. "So." SLAM! "Fucking." SLAM! "tight!" SLAMSLAMSLAMSLAM! The bed started shifting as he rammed his cock into my body. Once again, I felt the tension building and I was a little scared. I had never come so much in the past, but then again I've never been taken so aggressively either. Maybe it was because he was older, I'm sure he had a lot more experience than I do, but either way, tonight I discovered that I like rough sex. 




Confessions



"A Round for everyone on me. It's a healthy boy. Touch and go, but both are doing fine."

The young man at the pub bar in Little Stoke, a pocket village northwest of Exeter, Devon, raised his glass of ale and everyone cheered him—or the declaration of the free refill. A few came over and pounded the not-much-more-than-a lad on the back, congratulating him on the good news.

All was mirth in the pub, not only because of the free round, nor for happiness for this newly minted father not more than eight months invested in the tight little smallholding farm area, having come up from the wilds of Cornwall. Much of the laughter was from the general knowing that Mary Finch's baby wasn't his, but Tim Kennel's, who was holding court at one of the large tables of rowdies near the big window onto the street and celebrating with the best of them for what he had avoided.

As quickly as they had converged on him to pat him with one hand and to hold out their mugs for the free refill, the roughly dressed and mannered men in the pub at the conclusion of a hard working day drifted away from the well-formed young man with tussled blond curls; a face more pretty than handsome, as finely and sensitively chiseled as it was; and with bedroom eyes and full, sensuous lips. Six months was not enough to make him one of theirs—not by a long shot. He would remain what he had arrived in Devon as—the second son of a small farm holder in the wilds of Cornwall, bought for an appearances-sake white wash job with the promise of a smallholding farmer's claim in the rolling hills between Little Stoke and Higher Stoke.

James Hardesty looked up, almost glassy eyed at the rapidity with which an empty circle opened up around him in a crowded, smoky room of boisterous laughter and glad handing. This immediate withdrawal of camaraderie came with the exception of the table almost in the shadows at the far wall, where, his eyes following Jamie's every movement, sat the lord of what passed for a manor in Little Stokes.

Catching Jamie's eye, Thomas Owencraft, the village's major landholder, gestured with his hand, and looking for a connection, any connection, Jamie walked over to the table and took the proffered chair next to Thomas.

"Let me congratulate you on fatherhood, James Hardesty," Thomas said, as Jamie sat down at the table. The young man glowed a bit at the local high landowner knowing his name. "Sit and let me stand you one. You be drinking Black Jack if my eyes didn't deceive me."

"Yes, thanks, but I haven't finished the one I have."

"Well, you will, I'm sure, by the time Old Peter hobbles over here with another, and this is no occasion to be dry," Thomas said, raising Jamie's glass and signaling to the barman for another like it. "I wouldn't be neighborly if I didn't stand a new father a drink. Your first, is it?"

"I did have an ale before this."

"No, lad, I mean the first child." Owencraft laughed companionably as if the young man had made a purposeful joke—and successfully so.

Jamie nodded his head in the affirmative, blushing at his mistake.

"Ah, and a son. Both a comfort and a blessing in the long run, but a vexing burden now and again between. I must confess that I regret Edith and I never having had a child."

"Thank you," was all Jamie could think of saying. Having come into the pub for the company in a time that should be a celebration—an instant family and a promise of his own small farm if he kept to that family. It was more than he could have expected back in Cornwall, where, on top of being a second son in a land-poor family certain discomforting conditions had been building up so he was pleased for what he thought of as an escape.

"Ah, the Black Jack has arrived," Thomas said, with a little laugh. "Drink up the one you have lad so that you can tuck into the other."

"I really shouldn't drink too many of these," Jamie said. "I must confess that I can get lightheaded from the hard ale and lose myself." Nonetheless, he downed the last of his second glass of Black Jack so that Old Peter could take the empty away and pulled the fresh glass toward him.

"Tonight doesn't count on that; tonight is for celebrating," Thomas responded. "It's only once that a man celebrates the birth of a first son."

Jamie frowned at this. How well he knew the greater celebration that was had for a first son over a second.

Owencraft reached over and patted Jamie on the back and then squeezed his shoulder. "Uh, sorry," he said, as Jamie flinched at the touch. "Didn't mean to press. Some can be really sensitive. Some suffer from pain, although you're much too young for the arthritis, or, as some say, some are sensitive to the turn-on zones." He gave Jamie a wink.

"Turn-on zones?"

"Yes, what they call erogenous zones in fancier terms. We all have them, they say." But then he backed off a bit. "A bit too easily into the cups, you confess? I must confess that I shouldn't even be here tonight. Edith thinks I'm at a town counsel planning meeting. But I need to stop in here now and again—just to survive Edith—and to have my smokes. Edith thinks I've given them up, but I confess that I haven't been able to, not completely. Yet another deadly sin to confess. But we all have our sins to confess, do we not, James? Thank god she's gone to London to shop for the weekend. Your Mary birthed at home, on your farm, did she?"

"No. There were complications. She's at Doctor Granger's infirmary—with the baby—for a few days."

"Is she now?" A pause and then, "I also have to confess that I don't like ale all that much. I'm a wine man, myself. But I can hardly order that in this pub, can I? I like to mix with the working man now and again, but it wouldn't do for the lord of the manor to take on airs in this kind of pub, now would it? That's what they call me around the village—the lord of the manor—and don't I know they don't always keep a straight face when they say it?"

Jamie hadn't thought about this pub being a working man's pub, but as he looked around, he could see that that was what it was. Well, he was a working man now himself—hardly making do. Still not being accepted as one of them here, though. "Ah, I see what you mean. I really should be comfortable here then, but . . ." here he paused, as Thomas had signaled Old Peter again and another Black Jack appeared at Jamie's elbow ". . . I don't fit in here as yet. These men are making do. I must confess that if it wasn't for Mary's father adding to our take, I couldn't even be raising up to the working man level around here. The farm is so small and there is so much I have to learn about making a living off the land."

"So, you might be interested in some extra work here and there, are you saying? Like maybe with some light jobs around the manor house now and again for a bit extra? For a bit of give and take?"

"Yes, that would be very good of you," Jamie answered, taking a deep swig of his forth mug of Black Jack.

"I could be quite good for you," Thomas said in a distant voice. "It's hard to make friends in an isolated, close-knit village such as we have here. Especially if you're a bit different. With my position in the village, I'll always be a bit different, I confess. Do you feel a bit different, James?"

"Yes, a bit, I too confess."

"Still a man needs friends, doesn't he, James? I could be a good friend to you. the different people should hold together, don't you think?" A hand went to Jamie's knee and squeezed gently. Jamie jerked and looked up into Thomas' eyes with a somewhat glassy gaze.

"Oh, sorry, Is that one of those zones for you? I confess I have one myself. On my inner thighs. Have you none to confess? We all do."

"Uh, a hand on my lower belly can do it," Jamie answered, somewhat reluctantly.

"Yes, that's the right of it that I heard."

Jamie's head lifted up. He gave Thomas a look that seemed to convey that something had been said that was both significant and surprising, but that, after more than three glasses of Black Jack ale, he couldn't quite put his finger on.

Thomas became more explicit. "I confess too, James, that I became curious about you when you moved here—just appeared. And I checked with some friends down in Cornwall. As I said, we different people need to stick together."

"Oh." Jamie couldn't think of much else to say. He still wasn't fully catching on.

"But look at you, sitting in front of an empty glass. What sort of friend lets that happen for another friend." He was signaling to Old Peter.

"No, really, I've had more than enough. But thanks."

Another full mug of Black Jack hit the table top, and Old Peter scooped up the empty. Jamie nervously reached for the full glass, which was only half full when it came away from his lips. His hand was shaking. He sensed that he was missing something in the conversation—something important. Thomas moved his hand up from where it had been gripping Jamie's knee to Jamie's waist, where he gently pulled Jamie's T-shirt from the waistband of the young man's jeans and laid his palm on Jamie's lower belly. With a whimper and a sigh, Jamie noticeably relaxed his body into his chair and let his arms go limp beside him.

"I have an even darker confession to make, James," Thomas whispered. "I'm what they call bisexual. I fuck men as easily as I fuck women. Don't you have an equally dark confession to make, as well?"

"A dark confession? I've sold my soul for a few measly acres of farmland and a rundown stone cottage and barn," Jamie murmured. "The baby isn't even mine. It wouldn't be."

"Yes, lad, I know. Yes, I know it wouldn't be yours."

"You're going to fuck me, aren't you?" Jamie asked, his voice calm, matter of fact, and resigned, finally having caught up to the conversation, although his words were slurred and the gaze he turned to Thomas unfocused.

"It's time to leave the pub," Thomas said as he stood up from the table. "But you're in no condition to drive. I'll drive you. It's time we got you into bed."

* * * *

What brought Jamie fully awake was the penetration of the cock in his passageway. He came too with a jolt, arched his head back, opened his mouth to emit a long groan, and scrabbled to dig his fingers into the biceps of the gaunt, but hard-bodied older man kneeling between his legs, his torso hunched over Jamie's prone body. The cock slid in entirely too easily. It wasn't the first time the man had been in him in recent hours, Jamie realized.

The room—his room; his bed; Mary slept in the other room, where the baby's crib had been set up—was bathed in full, natural light. The last he remembered it was dark. He'd been in a pub. Talking with Thomas Owencraft, the large landholder. It obviously was the morning after. How many times had the man fucked him during the night? For some reason Jamie wasn't surprised that he had. Why hadn't Mary caught them . . . oh, but that was right. Mary was in the doctor's infirmary. She'd had the baby. It had been a hard delivery. This . . . this was hard on his passageway. Hard. Pumping. The man was moving his cock in and out. Harder thrusts. Deeper. Jamie moaned and a mouth came down to cover his.

He should do something. Struggle or something. At least object. But the man was palming his lower belly. His other arm propped his torso up as he hovered over Jamie, Jamie's pelvis rolled up to the assault of the man's cock by a pillow under the small of Jamie's back, his legs spread and bent, feet on the surface of the sheets, moving his legs back and forth in synch with the rhythm of the pounding of the cock in his ass. His pelvis was moving with the thrusting cock. He wasn't resisting; he was responding to the fuck. It was giving him pleasure. He lived to have a man's cock inside him.

Again the thought that he should do something, react in some way to show that he didn't want this. But the hand on his belly, making him lay there docilely, taking the cock. Wanting it.

He wanted to be fucked. "Yes, yes, please. Yes, like that," he heard a disembodied voice murmuring. His voice.

Jamie sighed and ran his hands up Thomas' chest. Hard, wiry muscles. Taut nipples. A hand went down to one of the man's thin but hard-muscled, constricting and releasing, butt cheeks. The other hand went to Jamie's own erect cock, and he sighed again, Thomas' cock furiously pistoning his passageway now, and began to stroke himself.

"Yes, yes. YES! Fuckkk me!"

Thomas' muscles tightened, he grunted and groaned, his body jerked with a growled, "It's coming." He pulled out and stood up on the side of the bed, unrolled the condom, and tossed it onto the bed. It landed by Jamie's hip. He stood, hunched, beside Jamie's body and shuddering, stroking his cock hard, shot his load on Jamie's chest. Then he sat down on the edge of the bed and reached over for a packet of Benson & Hedges.

Jamie made like he was going to rise, muttering a "What—?" But Thomas stopped him, placing the hand not holding a lit cigarette on Jamie's lower belly, which caused the young man to lie back with a soft groan of surrender.

"No, stay there, on your back." Thomas muttered. "Finish yourself. I want to watch." He moved his hand to below Jamie's balls, inserted a finger in Jamie's ass, and searched for, found, and began rubbing Jamie's prostate gland. Jamie, panting heavily, stroked himself to an ejaculation, shooting off in a high arc up his belly.

"Nice, very nice," Thomas murmured.

"How long . . . how many times?" Jamie asked in a low, exhausted voice.

"All night. Three times," Thomas said, point to the three spent condoms scattered on the sheets beside Jamie's hip. "You were great. Really wanted it. A really good lay. We're going to be such friends."

Jamie groaned and threw his arm over his face, only now realizing he was suffering the effects of too many Black Jack ales the night before.

"Are you going to confess that you enjoyed it? That you needed and wanted it?" Thomas asked.

There was a slight pause, but the "Yes" came out in a strangled, unwilling voice.

"You going to let me fuck you anytime I want you?"

"Yes."

"Good. Go get cleaned up now. The sun's up too high for a farmer still to be abed. Shower and dress and I'll take you back to your truck at the pub."

Jamie shuddered. The truck was parked at the pub still. "Won't people—?"

"It's a small, gossipy village. No telling what people know and will say. I knew, didn't I? Fuck them."

Jamie threw an arm over his face again, trying to blot the world out. This was why he'd left Cornwall—it wasn't just because there was no position for him there. It was also because of the positions he allowed his body to be put in by other men. That he allowed them to put their cocks inside him. It was because he had wanted what men were doing to him. Just as now he wanted Owencraft to fuck him again—when he was fully aware of what was happening.

He needed to keep his mouth shut. This weakness of confessing would be the end to him. But it was built into him by his religion. Confess, do penance, be absolved, and the slate is clean. Rubbish. But it was what he had been told to believe, so he refused to lose faith that it would make everything good in the end.

"Please, could you . . . again?"

"Go take a shower," Thomas growled.

Jamie was in the shower stall, soaping himself up under the stream of water, when the stall door was opened and a naked Thomas slipped in behind him. Turning Jamie's trembling body to the facing the wall, Thomas came in close behind him. Jamie could feel the taller man's erection at the small of his back. One of Thomas' hands came around to palm Jamie's lower belly, his lips went to the hollow of Jamie's neck, and his other hand made a few swirls of soap suds on Jamie's back. With a sigh of surrender, Jamie raised his arms and locked the fingers of his hands behind Thomas' neck, arched his back, and jutted his buttocks back, presenting his hole for penetration as Thomas' crowned cock slid up into his passageway and began to move inside him.

* * * *

Thomas stopped on the path behind Jamie where the young man had stopped for a breath and reached around and palmed Jamie's lower belly underneath his athletic shirt. He pulled Jamie behind a tool shed in the deer park where the two were jogging and slammed Jamie's back against the rough shingles of the shed's siding. He grabbed a hank of hair on the back of Jamie's head and pulled the young man's head back, burying his face in the exposed throat, as his other hand pushed the shorts and jock straps of both of them down to their knees. With a groan, Jamie climbed Thomas' hip with one of his legs, reached down to grab Thomas' erect cock, and moved the bulb of it to his hole. He gave a little cry and jerked as Thomas thrust home.

Passing Mary Finch—she'd made no effort to take Jamie's last name—and the baby outside the village church, a few days later, Thomas raised his hat and, after dutifully admiring the baby, asked what brought Mary to the village.

"We're quilting prayer quilts in the church hall this afternoon. Quite a lot to do," she answered.

Racing to the farm in his Jaguar, Thomas found a shirtless Jaime pitchforking hay into the bed of his truck. With Jamie on his back on the tailgate of the truck, the ankles of his spread legs restrained in the leather loops at the top, back edge of the truck bed designed to hold the tailgate in place when it was up, and Jamie's jeans in a puddle on the ground, Thomas hunched over Jamie's body between his spread legs. One of Thomas' hands palmed Jamie's lower belly, making him completely docile for the fucking, Thomas pounded Jamie's ass to an ejaculation. Afterward he sat, next to Jamie spread body, smoking a cigarette, with two fingers pushed up Jamie's ass and rubbing the young man's prostate, as he watched Jamie stroke himself to his own completion.

Edith Owencraft on a weekend shopping spree in London and Mary Finch in Exeter for the weekend to show the baby off to her grandmother, Jamie lay on his belly, cross-ways on the double bed in one of the guest rooms at the manor house. His arms swung listlessly over the side of the bed, his eyes were latched on the two spent condoms already on the floor beside the bed, as Thomas held his hips tightly between his knees and rode his ass hard.

* * * *

"You look tired . . . and worried, James. Is there anything I can do to help you?"

They were shaking hands at the door to the church after the service. Jamie's eyes were on Mary, carrying the baby, as she moved out of earshot and toward the church's car park. He turned his face back to the Vicar. Vicar Michael was young for a vicar and robust. He was hardly what some would think of as a vicar—certainly not the people of Little Stokes. He'd only been in the position for a couple of years. It would be at least twenty years more before the villagers stopped referring to him as the "new vicar," and stopped pursing their lips when they said it, making it sound like he was only on temporary assignment and hadn't unpacked his bags yet. He wasn't sufficiently pious for them. He was more the rugby player type and could be seen at the pub, bending his elbow with a pipe and smoking, in the company of Thomas Owencraft. And he wasn't married, despite having been repeatedly invited for dinner at every home in the village and surrounding countryside housing an eligible woman under forty-five.

"I don't think there's anything I need help with, Vicar," Jamie said, aware that his hand was still in the vicar's and there was a bit of a backup of church leavers in the narthex. "We're doing well. It's just hard keeping up with a farm, no matter how small, when you are just starting out learning it all."

"Well, you know the power of confession and repentance," Vicar Michael said in that rich baritone voice of his—no one in the village was complaining about his sermons or his singing voice—as he gave Jamie a piercing look that made Jamie feel like the man could see right into his soul—and discern his dilemma. Yes, Jamie did see it as a dilemma.




Confessions



~~~ This is my 2nd story written... Non-erotic. Enjoy ~~~

You know, they always say that those who are friends first make the happiest couples. I believe that to be true, as well. Couples who are friends first, most likely, already know each other pretty well. They know what they are getting into… for the most part. They know what their partner wants… what their partner needs… what their partner desires.

You and I met about a year and a half ago online…. and though to most it may seem as if we met in a rather unconventional way, to us it was pretty normal. We started off as acquaintances, having been introduced through a mutual friend. We were rather friendly when we were around each other but never really bothered to try to communicate on our own with each other. 

Then that changed one day and quite honestly, I don’t remember when or what changed. Suddenly we were talking quite a bit and getting to be close friends. I found myself getting pretty excited whenever you would log online and I’d hurry to message you, though I never thought much about it other than us just being friends. Then we started “hanging out” (as well as you can online at least) quite often. For me, at least, it proved to really be a lot of fun and you quickly became someone I considered a great friend… one whom I felt I could trust. And you proved to me that I –could- trust you with just about anything, when I was having a rather personal problem and had no one else to turn to. You were there for me… you offered advice and you allowed me to cry on your shoulder… metaphorically speaking at least. It was then that I knew you were quite a guy though at that point in time you were still more of a protective big brother than anything else and I would have laughed hysterically at anyone who said otherwise.

Then one night, about a month or so later, you, a mutual friend and I were chatting online. She had to log for the evening and you and I continued to talk. I think what made it so nice was that we were having actual conversation… not just silly small talk like most people who meet online do. You said it was getting late… and that you should probably go. So, we said our goodnights but somehow got onto another topic of discussion and ended up talking for a while longer. This went on for maybe an hour or longer before we both finally said goodnight and logged off. After that night, I found myself thinking about you quite a bit… in a more than friendly way.

I laughed at myself at first and asked myself what in the world I was thinking. You were my friend, for crying out loud. But every time we spoke after that, I found myself thinking of you, in that more than friendly way and it was a few weeks before I allowed myself to admit that I actually had a crush on you. After that though, I felt like a giggly school girl. Was pretty fun for a while. ;) I confessed my feelings for you to our mutual friend and she giggled at me and said I was silly. “You do know he’s 12 years older than you, don’t you?”, she says to me. Of course, I knew you were older but wasn’t aware you are 12 years older but that didn’t really bother me. I made her swear not to whisper a word of this to you and we both giggled.

Within the next week, I slipped up and confessed to you that I had a huge crush on you. I wasn’t really sure what to expect… after all you are 12 years older and have really experienced a lot of things in life. What could you possibly think of younger girl telling you she had a crush on you? Needless to say, I was pleasantly surprised with your response. You admitted to me that all the flirting you and I had done was starting to have an affect on you also and all I could do for a week was giggle…. literally, hehe. 

Almost 5 months later, you and I are in a bit of a relationship, whether either of us would admit to it yet or not. No, we haven’t met in person yet, though we have intentions of doing so in about 2 months, but that doesn’t change much and I don’t think it will. You’ve become an amazing friend to me, one whom I love very much… which I tell you quite often. Though we don’t say we love each other in “that special way” and it’s kind of understood between us that when it is said, that we mean it as friends… lately when I say it, I mean it as more… at least… think I do.

I look forward to November for so many reasons. I’ll learn the truth about how I feel about you. I’ll learn the truth about how you feel about me… just to name a couple. Regardless of what happens, I know that we’ll be friends forever… you’ve told me as much and that simple thing means more to me than you could ever know. I can’t help but hope that there will be something between us but either way I know things will turn out for the best. Until then… “I lub you…”.



Confessions



They were laying on the couch, watching an old rerun of the Seinfeld when Bill leaned over and whispered, "What turns you on?"

"You do, honey," Lisa said, rubbing his thigh.

"I'm serious." Bill clicked off the television, and sat up. She rose as well, and smiled at him. "So am I. You're the most incredible lover I've ever had. You know all the spots that make me purr and moan. You know when I want it soft, the touch of your lips on my calf or arm, your finger tracing light patterns on my clit. And you know when I want it hard, rough, pulling my hair, fucking me in the ass. It's like you're in my head. And you have a really big dick, which helps. Everything about you turns me on. Your taste, your smell. The way you hold me, touch me, make me want you when you're gone. You're everything I've always wanted in a man."

Smiling, Bill leaned over and kissed his wife, his hands running along her body, cupping the swell of her hips and pulling her into him. Lisa's eyes closed, and her lips parted, accepting his tongue into her mouth, as his hand gripped her ass, sliding up to the small of her back. After several long moments, Bill withdrew, leaving Lisa a little breathless. 

"What else turns you on? I know you think about other things. Tell me, please?"

Lisa felt a blush start to creep into her cheeks as he watched her, but she also felt a heat begin to rise within her belly. 

"Do you mean... like a fantasy?"

"Yes." Bill's hands continued to stroke the small of her back, as she spoke. 

"I think about girls."

"Oh really?"

"Yeah." She said, lowering her eyes.

"Tell me about it." Bill said, a Cheshire Cat grin on his face.

"Well... you don't think that's weird?" She asked tentatively.

"Hell no!" Bill laughed. "I think about women too. They're beautiful. Who wouldn't?"

"I said girls." Lisa's face was bright red, but her pussy was beginning to get wet, and he could feel the warmth between them. "Young girls."

"Like... how young? We're not talking children... are we?"

"Oh, God, Bill! What kind of pervert do you think I am?"

"Well, that's what I'm trying to find out." He laughed, moving his hand under the elastic of her panties to feel her moist sex.

"School girls, you know, college co-eds." Lisa parted her legs, allowing his fingers to stroke the lips of her sex. 

"Ah."

"I don't know what it is. I've always had this fantasy, ever since I was in high school. Back then, I thought I was just attracted to girls." Lisa was so wet, Bill was able to slip a finger into her. She gasped at the insertion, but continued. "But... well... as I got older, my school girl fantasies remained."

"Tell me about them," He whispered into her ear, his finger continuing to explore her.

"Well, I don't know... it's something about the innocence they have. They're so cute, and tiny. They're always in Catholic school outfits. You know, the pleated skirt, white socks, white blouse."

Bill left a trail of soft kisses along her neck and shoulder, pausing to say, "Yeah, I know," before going back to nibbling her ear.

"That tickles." Lisa laughed. "That's what really does it. The creamy skin of their thighs between the white socks, and plaid skirt. Oh God, and their tight little assses, and their budding breasts. I want to squeeze and kiss them. And I want to... to..."


Bill drew out his finger, slick with her juices, and brought it up to his lips. He licked it clean as she watched, smiled, and said, "Yes... what do you want to do to them?"

Lisa watched him for a second, mesmerized by the erotic display of him licking her juices from his finger, and then she continued. "Well... I want to eat their sweet little pussies. I want to push up their skirts, and get between those creamy thighs, and just start licking them until they scream. I want to be the first person who has ever done that to them, the first person to make them cum."

"That is so hot." Bill said, as he slipped out from under her, and got down on his knees on the floor. He reached up, and hooked the band of her panties, and slid them off of her. Lisa lifted her ass off of the couch, and wiggled, helping him take them off, then she let out a soft moan as he put his hands on her thighs, gently parted them, and lowered his head to her waiting pussy. Her juices were leaking out, and the musky smell of her sex intoxicated him. His tongue darted out, catching the dew that had gathered on her plump lips. Lisa shivered as his tongue lapped over her sex, moving from the mound of light aurburn hairs to the cheeks of her ass, then back up again. She bit her lip as his tongue parted her folds, gripping the cushions of the couch when his tongue flicked across her clit. "Keep going," he said.

"I... I... oh wow. Uh. They often have red hair, too. Red hair on their little cunts. And I... I'm so good, that I leave them... uh... begging for more. They start out kind of... ah... oh... oh God, Bill... right there... that's the spot, yeah..." she gripped his hair as he closed his lips over her clit, sucking it into his mouth, gently rolling his tongue over the top of it. Her breathing grew hard, and she was biting on her lip not to scream out, as he coaxed the fire up from her belly. Then her climax was on her, and she began to cum, squeezing his head between her thighs, her sweet juices pouring out over his lips, catching in his beard to glisten. He licked them up as they came, his tongue going over her thighs and ass, where the juices had spilled. 

Several moments later, when she regained the ability to speak, and he sat at her feet like an obediant puppy, licking her juices from his beard, she continued. "T-they're kind of reluctant at first. Because... well... they've never dones this before. But I get them so heated up, and their pussies so wet, and I bring them to climax so well, that by the end, they're begging me for it. And not just for me to do them. But for them to do me."

"Oh baby, that's so hot," he said, rubbing her calf.

She smiled down at him. "I know. It always gets me wet, just thinking about it. I feel like some kind of pedophile, but it gets me hot. I can't help it."

"That's a wonderful fantasy, hon. Now I'll be thinking of you with young girls too."

Lisa slid down on the floor next to him, snuggling up next to him. She kissed him, and tasted herself on his mouth. It was almost like eating out one of her school girls, and she felt herself getting wet again. "Tell me about your fantasies."

Bill wrapped his arm around her, and thought for a moment. "I guess it would have to be having sex in public. That's always really turned me on."

Lisa's hand went up, carressing his hairy chest, and followed the trail that led down to his red heart boxers. Her finger traced the swirl pattern of hair at his belly button, and she leaned forward and kissed him there. "Go on, " she smiled up at him, her hand sliding down to his growing bulge.

"Well... I like to think about us going out to dinner at a fancy restaurant, and you're dressed up all nice and sexy. But in the car, before we go in, I reach down and take off your panties." As he said that, Lisa grabbed his boxers, and pulled them off of him, freeing his penis, which sprang up. It was a beautiful tool, thick, and veined, with a patch of coppery curls at the base, and a pair of heavy balls. Lisa leaned forward, and kissed the tip of it, then began to lick along the shaft. "Continue." She said, and after a stammering start, he did. "And so, well, the whole time we're eating, you're sitting across from me... wearing nothing. I know your pussy is bare, and your skirt is riding up, and though the table cover doesn't let anyone see anything, I know. And it drives me wild. You know it, and play it to the hilt. Crossing and uncrossing your legs, slipping a hand down under the table, and then bringing it up to your lips, licking your finger. You have me so hard, watching your display." 

Lisa giggled, and then began licking and kissing the shaft, especially at the base of the flanged head. She opened her mouth wide, and accepted the head into her. Slowly, she swallowed more and more of him, letting his penis graze her cheeks. She took half of him, and then released the large cock, glistening with her saliva. She licked along the vein on the side, and then she went back down on him, taking more of him that time, though not managing the full length. 

"The whole time, all I can think about is fucking you. I consider doing it right there on the table, in front of everyone, but even in my fantasy, I'm not that bold. So I whisper to you, 'Meet me in the restroom.' And I get up and walk back there. As I walk across the restaurant, it's obvious I have a hard-on, and a couple people laugh and point."

Her pace quickened, coating the shaft with saliva, giving it little kisses and nips, and then swallowing him. Eventually she managed to take the whole length of him into her mouth, past her gag reflex, so that it touched the entrance to her throat. He stopped his narrative, and ran his fingers through her long, smooth aurburn hair, massaging her scalp and shoulders lovingly. He let out a series of inarticulate moans and gasps, and then, as she began to fondle his balls, taking them in her hand and rubbing them, his climax approached.

"I'm about to cum," he moaned, "I'm going to cum so hard." She let his shaft slip part way out, but kept him in her mouth, sucking harder on the shaft, drawing his orgasm out of him. And then he was cumming, shooting powerful blasts of semen onto her tongue, and the back of her throat. She released his penis, but kept her mouth close, so he could watch as his semen splashed on her lips, and into her hot mouth. She licked the white goo from her lips, and then made a big show of swallowing it all. Then she slithered up along his body, kissing him deep, the taste of his cum strong on her lips and mouth. He kissed her back hard, hugging her tightly, pulling her down on top of him. They kissed passionately for a long time, hands sliding across sweaty flesh, drawing gasps and pleasureful moans from each of them. And then Lisa pulled away, and said, "You haven't finished. I want to know what happens next."

"Well, I go into the bathroom, and sit in the stall, with my pants down. I take out my cock, and stroke it, waiting to hear the door open, and the click-clack of your heels on the tile. Eventually I do, and then I see you approach my stall. I open it, and take you, kissing you hard. I lift up your skirt, and feel you. Your pussy is so wet, it's dripping. I push you up against the wall, and slide my dripping cock into you from behind. You cry out as I enter you. I reach around, cupping your mouth with my hand to stop your cries, as I fuck you. It's a hard, wild fuck, and you bite my hand, trying not to cry out. I take a perverse delight in thrusting into you, trying to get you to scream, to attract attention, even as I cover your mouth."

As he talked, Lisa reached down, and began to play with his flaccid penis. Within a surprisingly short period of time, he was hard again, and she slid her tiny fist up and down his shaft, delighting in the sounds of pleasure that interrupted his words.

"The noise we make attracts a crowd, and people come in to watch us. I forgot to lock the door to the stall, and now, it feels too good driving into your hot pussy. So all these men are peering in, watching us, as I make you cum on my cock."

Lisa pushed him back, and straddled him. She raised herself up, and then let herself down on his hard, slick shaft. She shuddered as he entered her, stretching her walls as he always did. Bill's hands went up to grip his wife's hips, but he allowed her to control the pase, raising herself up, and then sliding back down on his shaft. He grinned up at her, the look of lust that transfixed her face, her breasts swaying, the muscles of her taut stomach rippling with the effort of impaling herself on his shaft. 

Her body glistened with sweat, and her long, aurburn hair was a tassled mess. She had never looked so beautiful to his eyes - except when, moments later, her eyes rolled back, and the most wonderful sounds escaped her slender throat, and she came all over his cock.



Confessions



*This is my first Non-Erotic piece...be gentle *laugh...

I don't know where to begin. Should I simply begin at the beginning or just start talking and see where things flow. I'll take the latter, since it seems the easiest....

First and foremost, I've always been straight. You may wonder why I would start off by saying that, but once you read further, you'll understand. Anyhoo, Straight as hair fresh from a hot comb pressing, yet as of late, I have noticed a lot of kinks. As I get older and come in to my own, I notice things that may have suppressed or just been too much in denial to give voice to. I realized quite by accident that I like bondage, role playing, candles, leather, and some pain. Now when I came to this realization, I was miserable for weeks, months. Was I perverted...Was I depraved...Was I simply nuts...Countless doubts plagued my waking thoughts and haunted my sleepless nights, yet in still I have found no suitable answer. I can't really turn to church, I mean, really how can I approach one of the sacred cloth and say, "I like to be spanked while tied to the bed and called names I wouldn't repeat in public", better still "I have a growing infatuation with the arousal brought about beating someone" without being condemned to a hell specially made for people like me?? Again, I digress, for that is one of the many kinks that I have, but not the one I came to discuss.

Going back to my original statement: I've always been straight, yet as of late, I've noticed a slight bend in the straight and narrow that is I. I have a friend who for the purpose of this tale will be referred to as Rae. Rae I have long suspected was a lesbian and much to her surprised told her so when she finally confirmed my suspicions. It never mattered to me what her preferences were just as long as they weren't directed towards me. However, the more time I spent with her, immersed in her lifestyle, I must admit, my curiosity grew. Again, never giving voice or action to my thoughts, I simply watched and wondered. I watched her with my dark brown eyes full of child-like curiosity, insatiable with the thirst of knowledge. Wondering what would I do if she looked at me like she looked at her various girlfriends. Like, would I cringe, crawling into a homophobic shell that we all have, yet are too politically correct and socially conscience to admit to. Would I be disgusted that she thought I was pretty, that my smile made her smile, my shining eyes made her eyes shimmer? How would I react if she held my hand, gently squeezing my fingers, slowly caressing my palm with her middle finger as I watched her do with her girlfriends? Would I mindlessly giggle if she traced the outline of my jaw, kissing the hollow of my throat, nuzzling my earlobe? And the most haunting of thoughts, what would I do if she caressed my face, tracing my lips with the tip of her tongue as she gently, yet passionately kissed me? Would I run for cover, shoving her away, tossing our friendship aside as if it were last week's rotting garbage? But then there's a little voice, whispering in the deeper, darker recesses of my mind, the place where my thoughts dare not venture for fear of what thoughts will be brought out of the darkness. The voice, gaining volume as it floats to the conscience part of my mind, quietly asks, "What if you like it? What if you want her to treat you like a lover instead of a friend? What if you aren't as straight as you claim to be?" 

The last of the questions reverberating in my skull like a powerful bass drum, taunting me, daring me to answer, better still, daring me to be honest with myself. What if I'm not as straight as I think I am? I desperately convince myself of my heterosexuality, as if confirming it will cast out those doubts. But confirmation only gives way to more doubts, meaning, if I have to convince and confirm, maybe the doubts are valid. In other words, why do I need to reinforce my hetero status, I mean, for lack of a better phrase, I'm strictly dickly, who is she to cast doubts. Yet, I find myself being drawn to her like a moth to a flame, swimming in a sea of what ifs.

Sometimes, I wonder when Rae calls me, is she doing it because she's doing what friends do or because she likes the sound of my voice. I mean she asks me frivolous and inane questions and if gives me cause to wonder if she's just doing this to keep me on the phone or just making idle chit-chat. Isn't it amazing what paranoia does to a person. What if is just idle chit chat and I'm making it seem like she wants to jump my bones. But what if, what if she really is just feeling me out, trying to see if there is a hint of attraction from my part. What then do I do? I mean, do I block out what I'm reading into this or do I sit in front of the mirror and face my demons?

I sit here, seemingly typing random thoughts hoping against hope that they make some kind of sense to you, let alone me. Maybe if I say it aloud, the doubts will cease. Maybe if I can make someone else understand my turmoil, the chaos will finally subside and lift the black veil from my eyes so that I can understand. 

I now come to the end of my confession, to the point in time when I need to be honest with myself, it that's at all possible. I want to know myself, I want to bring light to the darkness, and finally find the shore in the sea of what ifs and maybe's. Am I simply just Bi-curious, following a growing fad of raging lesbianism that is sweeping the country or do I succumb and let Rae take me on an exploration of my secret desires that I'm too afraid to acknowledge...

Curiosity killed the cat, but doubts, what ifs and maybe's are killing me.

forgive me Self, for I know not what I do...

More fact than fiction...

Feedback is greatly appreciated...good or bad...just let me know you read it *smiles* 



Confessions



I am sitting at my desk reading. Mary walks in my office and closed the door, discretely locking it. She is beautiful, 14 years my senior. I am amazed how beautiful she is. Long legs that easily wrap around your waist. Blondish-brown kinky hair that is long down her shoulder. And her breasts are well…WOW. They are still perky with beautiful brown and pointy nipples. 

Mary takes off her shirt and unbuttons her button fly jeans. She stands just on the other side of the desk in a shear purple bra and panties set. I can see her nipples clearly. I tell her to continue and she removes her bra and leans over to pull off her panties. She knows what to do. She is my sex toy, my slut, my servant. Yes, we are both married. No, most preachers don’t have one. No, our spouses don’t know. No, she is not a member of the church.

She walks around the desk and kneels between my legs. I look down at her and ask, “Do you need to confess and do penance?” 

“Yes, please,” she whispers looking up at me. I nod my head. She reaches up and rub my cock through my slacks. I am already hard. Have been since she walked in the door. “Andrew, I love your cock. I can’t stop thinking about it.” 

“Shhh. Wait until it is out before you begin confessing.” She loosens my belt, and unfastens my pants. She reaches in the pouch of my boxer briefs and fondles my balls. I lean down and kiss her mouth softly. 

For the first time, I stand. Mary pulls my pants down around my ankles. She rubs her face against my crotch. Kissing my cock through my boxer briefs. She reaches in again to fondle my sack. I tell her to continue, so she can begin her confession. She pulls down my underwear and kisses my cock as it comes into view. I ask her, “Now, why are you here today?” 

“I need to confess.” I lay my cock across her face. My balls are on her chin. She licks my hair ball sack. “What do you need to confess?” 

“How I have been thinking about you at night.” I move my balls to her lips and I take two hands full of her hair in my hands. 

“I have been using my vibrator at night while I watch porn. Watching other people fuck always makes me think of you. And thinking of you makes my pussy so wet.” As she speaks, her hand instinctively moves to rub her smooth shaved pussy.

I stare into her eyes and ask, “So what were the people doing in the movie you watched?” 

“They were fucking doggy style.” 

“And what did you do?” 

“I had to touch myself. I wanted to feel my fingers rubbing my clit. Then as I got hotter, I needed to feel something long and hard in my pussy. I pushed my vibrator inside my pussy and continued rubbing my clit until I cummed hard for you.” 

I push my balls into her mouth. She begins to suck on them. Her mouth is divine. I stroke my cock over her face. She moans in pleasure. I can feel her tongue running around my balls as she sucks on them. I pull my balls out, and shove her mouth onto my cock. Not giving her any mercy, I shove my cock all the way to her throat. She has to work not to gag. As I fuck her mouth I ask, “Do you have more to confess?” 

“MMMHHSMMM” I know this means, “Yes.” She always has more to confess. 

I pull my cock back from her mouth, and lay it across her face. Her hands are rubbing her pussy; she can’t help it. She also knows how much I love it when she masturbates for me. She begins again, “This morning in the shower, I used the showerhead on my pussy. I kept thinking of you licking my clit. The warm wet pulsation from the shower and the images of your tongue in my pussy and the pulse in my pussy sent my over the edge.” 

With this her eyes roll back and she moans. She cums hard on her hand. I continue to stroke my cock over her face. She sucks my balls into her mouth, cradling them on her tongue. I pull away enough to cum all over her face. She smiles as it covers her. She tries to catch as much as possible in her mouth. She pulls her finger from her pussy and sucks them clean, and then uses her fingers to scoop up any cum she didn’t catch in her mouth. She loves to eat my cum. I fall back in my chair. She smiles up at me, “Anything else?” 

“No, that will be enough confessing for today, but we still have to do penance.”



Confessions



Father Frenault tapped his watch, just to make sure it was still running. It was. 3:26. Damn it! She should have been here by now! he thought bitterly, then immediately made penance for the mental outburst and bit of implied blasphemy. He could afford a few more minutes before heading over to the Murphy boy's wake. In the meantime, he had no choice but to wait.

The first Thursday afternoon he'd run into Adara had been a fluke, pure and simple. He'd just happened to be in church, puttering around in his new parish, when he noticed a lovely redhead come into the vestry, light a candle, and make her way to one of the pews. He'd quickly slipped into the confessional and poked at the half curtain of the priest's vestibule until he caught a sliver of the image of her kneeling at prayer. It didn't seem right for her to have a barrier between herself and God. A creature like that didn't need intercession; she was perfection personified, he mused.

When she finished praying, she turned, heading for the confessional. Panic was his first reaction; then he realized she couldn't see him - the folds of the curtains camouflaged the slight voyeur's gap in shadows. Obviously, she'd noticed the indicator light was on; so she'd come to make her confession. After a couple of deep breaths, he calmed down enough to compose himself and took a seat in the coffin-like room beside her. Once he heard the clatter of metal hooks as the floor-length curtain of the parishioner's section closed, he slid back the little door, opening her compartment's grille to his chamber.

"Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It's been over two months since my last confession."

He rubbed his sweaty palms on his trousers as he ran his shaking hands down his thighs. "Why has it been so long since your last confession, my child?" he said, trying to keep the croaking betrayal of nerves out of his voice.

Her breath caught in a sigh before she replied, "My husband's dying. It's hard to pray to a God I'm not sure I believe in any longer."

"Death is a part of life, child." The words sounded trite in his own ears, so he could only guess how meaningless they seemed to her.

She sighed again, and this time he could hear the weariness of the sound. "It's just that... well... he's been so sick for so long..." her voice trailed off without finishing her sentence.

"Cancer?"

He could see a shadow pass over the grille as she nodded; then he heard the faint rustle of fabric and a sniffling. She was crying, and there was nothing he could do to comfort her except offer words.

She choked back her tears before whispering, "Between the cancer, chemotherapy, and the drugs, he hasn't had any sex drive at all for over a year."

That admission seemed a damn shame to him, given how lovely she was. What a waste! "There's more to blessed union than the physical. Have you children?"

He heard her sniffling again before she replied, "No, Father. It was our wish, but we were never blessed. And now he's dying. All I ever wanted was a child." There was a strong sense of desperation in her simple statement. "So long since..."

Thoughts of lying with her, of planting seed inside her filled his inner sight. Oh, to hold her, for just a moment. To smell her honeyed breath, to feel the warmth of her bared flesh as their bodies lay entwined. Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned, his internal voice begged.

He was jarred back to reality by an unexpected and muffled noise, a shifting of weight, more rustling of fabric, shoes scuffing against the floorboards of the boxy chamber. "It seems the longer I go without, the more obsessed I become with it, and I realize that's a sin, Father."

His eyes closed as he listened to her sing-song litany of "sin." There were times when he wondered why the Church was so hard on simple thoughts, as if thinking of sin was as serious an offense to God as actually committing it. Then he looked down, surprised to witness his already hard cock making a bulge in his pants. With a sense of chagrin, he realized he hadn't been hearing the woman's confession for the last few minutes.

She'd stopped talking, and, at first, he thought she'd momentarily paused before continuing, but then he noticed a slight slurping noise coming from the other side of the wall. Curiosity got the better of him, so he leaned low to peer through the grille to try to catch a glimpse of what was transpiring in the roomlet beside him, but it was to no avail. However, he did notice a faint muskiness hanging in the air. She emitted a shuddering moan before whispering, "Oh, Father! I'm going to hell for this."

"No sin is so grave that penance cannot be made, my child."

"You don't know what I'm doing right now."

He smiled to himself before replying, "Why don't you tell me all about it so I might counsel you?" Without even thinking about what he was doing or the consequences of such a sinful act, he took his dick out of his pants and started pulling it in long, even strokes.

She gasped and trembled; he imagined he could feel her breath wafting through his hair as she laid beside him.

"I touch myself, Father. I do it all the time. I just can't seem to stop. It's almost as if my soul's possessed by some crazed demon. Even before I realize what's happening, I look down and my fingers are pressed against my... my..."

"Womanhood?" he offered.

"Yes, against my womanhood, stroking myself furiously until I find release - but it's the release of the tormented. My cries always sound so frustrated, as if even my body knows that fulfillment can't be gained by such sinful acts."

"You're doing this now? I heard no cries, tormented or otherwise."

"Sometimes I can control that part of it." A sharp intake of breath came from the room beside him, followed by a strained whimpering. "Jesus, Mary, and Joseph," she gasped, then hastily added, "and their little donkey, too," thus sparing herself the charge of blasphemy on top of all her other transgressions. After that, for several minutes all he heard was heavy breathing, ragged at first, then slowly becoming more even. In spite of the growing calm of her respiration, her voice broke as she cried, "Oh, Father, please forgive me! I thought I could control it this once!" With those simple words, she ran from the confessional and out of the church.

Casting a glance down at his own lap, he echoed her words, in a silent plea to God. All this time he believed he could control his baser instincts; it was, after all, simply an act of willpower and faith. Or so he'd believed until this first test.





Confessions



Heaving three more gasps, she finally whispered, "I want that, too. I'm totally damned."

That's all he needed. Suddenly their souls' salvation wasn't foremost in his thoughts; all that mattered was taking her. Before either of them had time to reconsider, they were both standing outside the confessional as he grabbed her by the hand while he dithered over where to lead her.

With a knowing smirk she pointed up at the choir loft, which towered above them. "That's the best make-out place in the church," she said, stepping ahead of him and tugging his hand. "Ralph and I used to sneak up there, back in the day."

He hastily nodded, then rushed ahead of her, pulling her behind him. The hard-on confined in his trousers was quickly getting a friction burn as it strained for release.

By the time they clambered into the choir loft, they both were breathless from exertion and anticipation. In the frenzy of undressing the other, fingers fumbled over buttons and zippers, tugging and pulling clothing aside, until bare flesh appeared.

Seeing her like that, exposed but still partially dressed, made him ache for her even more. His long, thin fingers stroked her cunt, dipping inside to check how wet she was. Then he offered one of those musk-moistened fingers to her, pushing it against her lips, which she parted to taste herself. He leaned down, kissing her, tasting the cum-juices on her tongue. Then he did as he'd promised he would, parting her thighs with his face so he could lick her dry.

His tongue lapped her, from asshole to clit, adding his saliva to the flow of her pussy. With each stroke, she writhed at his touch, whimpering and moaning with delight. Part of him loved that she could allow herself the freedom to fully enjoy such obviously sinful acts; the rest of him feared getting caught. He glanced around the loft, searching for something to quiet her, when he spied a hymnal, which he picked up and pushed to her lips. "Bite on this." As soon as she opened her mouth, he placed the book between her lips. "Not another sound from you, child."

He went back to his cunnilingus, this time probing into her pussy and slowly tongue-fucking her. She let out a muffled whimper, her eyes rolling back into her head. He savored her sharp, sweet flavor as she clawed at the floor. With the inspiration of a devil, he paused, lifting his face from her groin. He gave her a wicked grin before asking, "Is this what you came for, or would you like to experience the shepherd's rod?"

"Please, fuck me, Father!"

His cock sprang free, bobbing out of his pants as she pushed them down from his waist. Without a thought, he stroked into her, reveling in the sensation of being squeezed by that tight cunt of hers. With every thrust, he felt her yield, then tighten around him. In spite of his desire to prolong the act, it wasn't long before he was cumming, spewing his seed into her waiting vessel.

He panted hard, still poised over her, but she reached for him, throwing her arms around his neck and pulling him down, laying his head against her breasts. For several minutes they rested like that, quietly savoring their intimacy.

"Do you have a first name, Father?"

A chuckle - moving from his mouth to his eyes - danced across his features before he replied, "Yes. It's Paul." He caressed her cheek, then asked, "What of you? A pagan name like Adara is hardly an appropriate name for a devout Catholic."

"Adara is a name passed down in my family. My saint's name is Brigit."





Confessions



Thanks, Doctor. No, I had breakfast earlier. Can I have the sofa, today? Great.

Let me get right to the meat of it, Doc. I had this strange dream a few months back. I dreamed I was a WOMAN! 

I AM calm. Sorry. Sorry-about-that.

Well, I’ve had sex dreams before, I guess, but this was different. You know me, Doc. I coach ball, I’m a married man. A father. When I dream about sex, I dream about other women. I mean, me having sex with women, you know. Not me BEING a woman! At least until NOW. I have to admit this dream was very…erotic. I find myself thinking about it, a lot. And it’s raised a serious doubt in my mind.

Thanks, yeah, I get it. Yeah, it has me wondering what’s going on, too. It was, well, extremely…detailed. You know…graphic as hell.

NO, of course not. I don’t take anything like that. 

An antacid once in awhile, maybe an aspirin, that’s it.

Sure, I’d LIKE to tell you about it. I have to tell somebody about it. I can’t tell the guys on the dock. I sure-as-hell can’t tell my WIFE.

It starts out in somebody’s back yard, I guess. The grass and trees are green. It’s summer. I know it’s summer because I’m wearing a lightweight DRESS, fer kristsakes! I’m sitting in one of those waddaya-call-its, a wooden double seater, the kind that swings when you push the floor with your feet, you know? You see them in the movies, they’re down south mostly, on plantations.

Like I said, I’m wearing this dress, it’s pink, silky. The kind they call off-the-shoulder, I think. Tight on top, but a big flowing skirt. I look down, and I’ve got BREASTS! Beautiful, full size ones! And not only that, my hair is long and blonde, curly too. Spilling all down over my shoulders and tits. Now, this is quite a shock to me. But in this dream, it’s perfectly NORMAL. I mean, I’m not upset or anything, I’m a WOMAN, and that’s that. And I can’t really control what’s going on. I can’t stand up when I want to or ANYTHING, I’m just along for the ride in this dream, you know. But I feel and see everything, like it’s really me.

Anyway, I’m swinging in this thing out in the sun. The wind is blowing my hair, and I can feel it brushing over my face and shoulders. It’s tickling me. And it feels…look Doc, I’m going to be completely honest here, it feels SEXY, okay? It’s this woman in the dream thinking this, only she’s ME, get it?

Well, while I’m trying to get used to this, I start to notice other things, too. Like, I’m not wearing any bra. My boobs are naked inside this silk dress, which is kind of moving across them as I‘m making the swing go. And my nipples are hard, excited, you know? And this feels really good. And these boobs, MY boobs, bounce up and down when the swing tops out, you know, like jello, weighty. And THAT feels good. Not only that, but as I‘m rocking the swing with my feet, I see that I’ve got great legs and I’m wearing nylons, the kind that only come partway up and connect to little straps on a belt. And the silk dress is brushing across my legs inside these nylons, and I feel the little straps moving and THAT feels really good, TOO. Damn, Doc, I’m not doing anything but swinging in this swing, and I’m almost having an orgasm, here. I had no idea it was like this being a woman. So I turn my head to look at this dog, and…

A irish setter. I told you, it’s really detailed. You can ask me ANYTHING.

So this dog is playing around over there, and I turn my head to look at it and call to it, and my hair keeps moving when I stop my head. It just flows around me, very lively. Really nice, actually. And it’s HEAVY, because there’s a LOT of it, you know. Not like my real hair, I mean, my hair now. Now this is getting FREAKY. It’s just too real, too detailed for just a dream. And I can’t stop this dream, can’t wake up. I start to feel trapped. So I decide to just GO with it, you know? And then it’s okay, I’m okay with it.

Anyway here I am, out for a summer swing, I guess, and I’m starting to enjoy this. Like, my body is real sensitive, and everything feels really good. I’ve got this great pair of tits and gorgeous legs. I’ve got this nice friendly dog. It’s a beautiful day. Paradise, right? When I realize, in this dream, that I probably don’t have a COCK any more. OR balls. This dream is just FULL of surprises. But before I can come to grips with this new development, I see this Dodge drive up and a guy at the gate. He’s smiling, and I tell him, I mean she tells him, whatever, ‘Hello, come on in.’ My voice is too high, but it’s okay for a woman, I guess. I’m going to just GO with it, right, so I got to stop being so critical. Anyway, he walks over to the swing, which I have stopped, and he kisses me. HERE WE GO. This dream is just too weird, you know. But this has to be okay, too. I mean, I’m a woman now, so I kiss guys, right?

So he’s holding me really tight, pressing my tits against his chest, kissing me gently, tongue too. And we’re kissing quite a while, here, and I’m really into it. And now he’s got his hands on my ass, he’s really putting the move on, right, running his fingers up and down my asscrack, and finally I figure out I must know this guy. But then I get the message, Doc, that I REALLY know this guy, because I can feel this warm liquid dripping down my leg. And I know what THAT is, even if I’m NOT a woman. I realize that I’m sexually excited by assman, here, and I’m feeling it in the way a woman does, you know. My tits and stomach getting tense, mostly. But then I figure out that it’s not my stomach, it’s inside allright, but it’s in my PUSSY. It only makes sense that I got this pussy, right. So this must be what’s it’s like to get horny without a cock, with a pussy I mean. This dream is REALLY fucking educational, you know.

Then I figured out that, logically, I must not be wearing any panties for this drippage to be happening. So I must have been expecting this guy to come over today, and we’re about to make it, probably on the swing or in his fucking Dodge. HERE WE GO. I’m really screwed now. If I know assman, he probably wants some backdoor action, the pig. I know I’m supposed to just GO with it, but this is fucking ridiculous. But, SURPRISE, I’m calm. This is kind of exciting, you know. To fuck, get fucked I mean, as a woman. I get to see what sex is like as the other, uh, sex. This might be VERY interesting, right? So I’m kind of looking forward to it. Getting charged up, you know, in a female kind of way, with the nipples and the dripping and all. When I suddenly break away from the guy and go inside to get ICED TEA, fer kristsakes! Just like a woman! I’m getting blue balls here, and I don’t even have balls!

So now I’m dripping, we’ve got a tea party going on the swing, I’m horny as hell, and I’m playing hard-to-get. Doc, this was one fucked up dream. Almost like real life, actually. 

Well, we’re talking and shit, I won’t bore you with the conversation, and we finish the tea, right, and here comes assman charging in with the kissing and the crack poking again. Only, this time she’s digging it. I’m digging it, I mean. With all the socializing out of the way, I’m getting pretty horned up here. I’ve got some heavy tongue action going, I’ve finally got the dorks hands off my ass and onto my tits where they’ll do me some good, and I’ve got some serious drippage cranked up. I got it all under control. All I have to do is press my legs together and wiggle them a little and I get these liquid electric shocks in my pussy. It’s really nice. So you can bet I was wiggling my legs together like a madman. When what does this butthead do but drop to his knees and stick his head under my DRESS. Is this what women have to put up with? He’s moving around under there, moaning ‘Oh baby, oh baby’ or something, and I’m thinking, ‘What the fuck’, when suddenly I feel this thunderbolt rush right up my spine and it practically blows my head off. This guy has stuck his tongue right into my pussy.

No, that’s not all, Doctor. I just need a breather. You got some water? Thanks.

Doc, I’ve had a few ladies go down on me in my time. I bet you have, too, right? Eh? All men enjoy blowjobs, but brother, it’s nothing like what a women feels. When that Dodge guy licked me, I was in absolute heaven. I laid back on the swing, my long blonde hair falling around me, my hands on my boobs as they moved up and down with my breathing. I watched my dress rising and falling, felt it gliding over my nylons, as his head bobbed up and down on my pussy. And I had an orgasm that was better than anything in real life, pal, no joke. There ain’t NOTHING that compares to it. Trust me, women have the better half of the sex deal.

I hadn’t pleasured my wife like that in twenty years. But after that dream, I started doing it again. How could I not, knowing what I know? I try to be a lot kinder to her, too. Women are more sensitive than us, Doc. I’m grateful I’ve been given this second chance. Our marriage is a hundred and one percent now. A hundred and one percent. But what I need to know is this, Doc. This dream didn’t come out of my head, because I didn’t KNOW about any of this stuff before. You don’t think this means I’m gay, do you?

My first attempt at humor. Please vote.



Confessions



Maria closed the door behind her and her stiletto heels began to echo inside the emptiness of the church. She was completely alone, except for the shadow of a man flickering on the wall opposite the confession booth. No one ever came to the church anymore, God had been dead in these parts for a long time and there was just no one who believed in religion anymore. She didn't believe in it either, but that wasn't why she was here.

She popped her head around the door of the confession booth and saw him before he knew she was there. Sebastian had moved here from Spain a few weeks earlier after the previous priest had retired. He was amazing. He was only in his mid twenties, just a few years younger than her, but he had the rugged facial features of a man who had been working outdoors all his life and a tan to match. His jet-black hair was fixed up with just the right amount of gel and he had a body underneath that cloak that she couldn't wait to get her hands on.

He looked up and was taken aback.

"Oh, good morning Maria" he said in that adorable Latino accent, as he tried not to make it obvious that he was as startled by her as he was by the surprise of seeing her. She was wearing a tight high-cut white top with faded jeans that left a large part of her mid-section unveiled for him to see, and she knew that he wanted to see more.

She did not reply immediately but walked over and knelt down in front of him. To take his mind from the thoughts of her that were going through his head, Sebastian broke the silence.

"Would you like me to hear your confession?"

Again she did not answer straight away but tossed her long blonde hair over her shoulder and looked into those gorgeous brown eyes of his and said:

"Father, I've been a very bad girl…"

He gulped as if he was trying to push his emotions down into his stomach, but he knew it wasn't working. He stammered a reply:

"Wha…What exactly do you mean Maria?"

She leaned closer to him, as if she were going to whisper a secret in his ear. "I've been having very dirty thoughts about someone, and I think that there might be only one way to make them go away…"

She leaned even closer and let her nose graze against his and he couldn't take it anymore. He grabbed her and kissed her in a passionate, almost violent, embrace that sent them both tumbling to the floor.

He finally removed his lips from hers and she felt him tracing a slow line of kisses from her neck down to her breasts, his breath making her skin tingle as he worked his way down, while his hand caressed the inside of her thigh. Suddenly the pleasure stopped and he said quickly:

"Shit, I'd better lock the door so no one walks in, back in one minute…"

He leapt up and walked as fast as he could to the door through which Maria had entered. She gathered herself up from the floor and walked the short distance to the altar rails which lay at the front of the church. She climbed the steps and hoisted herself up onto the altar, turning to face him and sitting with her legs crossed. 

She wanted him to take control, she wanted to unleash the devil inside him, and she knew just how to do it. As he approached her, walking as fast as he could with the bulge in his trousers, she uncrossed her legs and, undoing the zip on her jeans, slid her hand down into her panties. 

Pulling them aside slightly to let him see what she was doing, she slowly slid one of her fingers half-way into her pussy and circled it around five or six times inside herself. Then as he approached, mad with desire, and tried to kiss her, she reached for his head to stop him and instead pulled her finger out of her pussy and slid it into his mouth, pushing it in and out as if she were finger-fucking his mouth.

This had just the effect she had intended, he was like a shark that had smelt blood in the water, this little taster had made him ravenous, hungry for more. He pushed her ass further back on the altar and ripped her jeans off, tossing them aside on the floor. Then bending over her, he grasped the top of her panties between his teeth and began to slide them down to her ankles, spreading her legs further apart as he got them to the bottom. The feeling of being exposed to him like this was turning her on even more.

With her feet still in his hands, he kissed the skin just above her right ankle, then the skin just above it too, then just above it again, moving his lips and tongue upwards, making her wait for the moment when he would finally reach her pussy. By the time he got to her knee, her thighs were almost quivering in anticipation and the feeling of his tongue and warm breath on her skin was making her wetter with every passing second.

Finally, she felt his tongue reach the bottom of her pussy and with one slow, teasing motion he slid it upwards onto her clit. She couldn't take it any longer, she pushed her crotch forward into his face, urging him to go faster. He complied, working his tongue into a frenzy on her clit and she wrapped her legs around his back, pulling him into herself even more, getting closer and closer and finally the waves of pleasure spread from her pussy all the way to her fingers and toes and she came so hard that she bucked her pussy into his face, almost forcing herself off the altar.

Exhausted and elated, she lay there for several moments while they both caught their breaths, waiting for him to make the next move. Just as she looked up, she saw him lean towards her and kiss her hard on the mouth, the taste of her own juices still fresh in his mouth. She closed her eyes as if intoxicated by the taste and reopened them to find him pulling away from him and picking up something from the altar beside her.

He held a small, decorative chalice in his hands, which she must have toppled over during her ecstasy. "Would you like a drink?" he asked with a smile. God his accent was sexy, even when he was saying an everyday thing it still turned her on.

"Sure" she said, kind of surprised.

She watched him walk around behind her to the tabernacle and remove from it a small grey cask, from which he poured a fair portion of red wine into the chalice. 

She took a sip from it and before she knew it he had climbed up onto the altar beside her and was straddling her mid-section, beginning to remove his white collar and quickly undo the buttons on his black shirt. She had to set the wine down to avoid spilling it and she reached around and grabbed his back with one hand while her other helped remove his top.

She couldn't believe how well-built he was, the muscles on his golden-brown chest were bulging and glistening from the sweat of his exertions. She pushed him backwards so that he was sitting semi-upright and she was kneeling in front of him. She slid his shirt down over his shoulders and ran her hands over his biceps as she pulled it down over his arms.

Shooting him a quick smile, she reached back for the chalice and, resting its base on his right shoulder, poured its entire contents over his chest. Before it had even run down as far as his trousers, she had her tongue in his belly-button and ran it slowly upwards over the rippling muscles in his stomach, savouring the smell of his body and the taste of the wine mingling with his sweat. 

For several minutes she ran her tongue over his body from trouser line up to his armpits, licking every last drop of the wine off him. Raising herself up a bit higher, she pressed her body against the wetness of her own saliva on his chest and kissed him slowly on the mouth, her hands around his waist undoing his belt and pulling down his zip. 

She slid down his body again and with her right hand pulled out his cock from his boxers, feeling it's size and girth on her fingers. She started slowly jerking him off while she placed the tip of her tongue at the base of his cock and ran it the whole way up the shaft. He groaned softly and she began running her tongue back and forth over the head of his dick, lapping up the pre-cum that was oozing from it. She began pushing more and more of him into her mouth, loving the taste and smell of his manhood.

"I want to taste your cum so bad" she gasped, stopping momentarily, becoming impatient.

She could feel him getting closer, his moans becoming louder and faster and she did not notice him reach to his side and pick up the empty chalice which had almost rolled off the altar. With that, he reached his arm forward and gently pushed her head away from his cock and holding the chalice in front of it, exploded into it so hard that bits of his cum rebounded off the inside and went flying into the air around him.

He finished unloading into it, and left her sitting there for a moment dazed and disappointed.

"Don't worry", he said, pushing himself off the altar and letting his trousers and underwear slide down to the floor, "you're going to like what's coming next even more…".

He took her by the hand and lifted her off too, and led her down to the altar rails, her heart pounding at the feeling of having been denied and the anticipation of what he still had in store for her next, her feet shivering on the cold marble floor.

He knelt down and motioned her to do the same, setting the chalice on the floor beside them. He took his strong hands to her sides and she feel her heart beating against them and with a firm but gentle motion he pushed her backwards against the altar rails, sending a shiver down her spine with their sudden cold touch. 

He reached backwards for his trousers and from the pocket removed two pairs of rosary beads, both of which he took and with some effort managed to rip in half. He leaned into her and began kissing her softly above her breasts, his breath teasing her neck and making the small hairs on her arms stand on end. While his mouth was busy with this, he took her right hand in his and pressing it against one of the bars, began tying it to the bar with the broken rosary beads.

She looked over in shock but he just shot her a smile and having finished the knot, firm but not tight, he went to her left side and set to work on her left hand. Her head was spinning, she felt so exposed, her hands being tied and her legs wide open in front of him, but there was something about doing what she knew was so wrong that made her even more excited and her breath quickened as he completed the second knot.

By now his dick was back to full size, and she stared at it intently, wanting it in her mouth again so much, but he had other plans. Still on his knees in front of her, he lifted her legs up and placed the tip of cock against the lips of her pussy, which was by now dripping wet. She moaned softly at the feeling of him sitting at her entrance, waiting to impale her.

"You want it so bad don't you?" he asked with an evil grin on his face and slid about 1 inch of himself inside.

"Ohhhhhh yes" was all she managed to get out.

Her moaning grew even loader. She tried to push herself towards him, forgetting for a moment about the knots on her hands, but he had placed himself in such a perfect position that it only allowed him to get a little bit inside her, and there was no way she could get any more of his dick inside her until he said so.

"You're going to have to do better than that" he said pulling himself out to her lips again, "I want you to beg for it!"

She felt her pussy screaming for more, he kept sliding it in a little then back out in teasing motion, and it was driving her mad with desire, she wanted all of him inside her right now!

"Ohhh yes", she begged, "I want you inside me" she almost screamed.

"FUCK ME" she yelled, "I want you to fuck me so hard."

With that he began sliding into her a little bit more, and each time that he pulled out he would rub the tip of his cock gently against her clit, but not as hard as she wanted him to, he was making sure she wouldn't come before he wanted her to. He had her totally in his control.

"That's a good girl." he replied, "That's just what I wanted to hear, but before I do that there's something you have to do for me."

With that, he reached to his side and lifted the chalice and raised it up to her lips.

"Here, drink it!" he said, and began pouring it into her open mouth.

She reached out her tongue like someone dying of thirst in the desert and eagerly took the entire cup full into her mouth, letting the taste of him mixed with a small drop of the wine that had remained in the chalice play on her tongue before she swallowed it.

While he kept going in and out he poured every last drop of it into her, and when she had finished, he set the chalice aside and putting his finger to her mouth, moved it down her neck onto her breasts, as if he were tracing the line that his cum was taking inside her as she swallowed it.

She felt like she was going to explode, when suddenly he lifted her legs even higher and with a merciful thrust, drove all 7 inches of himself inside her. Her head flew back against the bars as she moaned so loud that she could feel her voice going, and his thrusting was going faster and harder, pounding her pussy.

"Oh GOD" she yelled, as she tossed her head back hard against the bars and came so hard she thought she was going to break the knot of the rosary beads as her body rocked against them.

Seconds later, he pulled out and shot his load all over her chest. One of the drops even made it as far as her chin and while she lay recovering she slid her tongue out and licked it up gratefully. Seeing that she wanted more, he slowly untied her hands then sat down on the floor behind her, with her back pressed against his chest, and rubbing her chest and stomach caringly, he put his hands under her tits and lifted them up.

She knew what she wanted him to do and she wanted it even more, she lowered her tongue to her tits and licked off every drop of his juice that had splattered on her chest. He stood up as soon as she was finished, and she lay there exhausted.

She saw him putting on his clothes and thought that she should follow his lead.

"I need to get this mess cleared up before tonight," he said as he pulled on his shirt.

She was still in a world of her own thinking about what had happened, but saw from the look on his face that she'd better leave to give him some time to get things sorted.

"You've done that before haven't you?" she asked with a smile, pulling up her trousers.

"Maybe" he said, returning her smile, "and if you like I can make sure that it happens again. Anytime you feel like coming to confession, I'll be here!"

"I think I may be back sooner than you think, I'm beginning to have those dirty thoughts again!" 

And with that she turned and walked down the aisle and out the door.



Confessions



We're sitting on the couch, my wife Alexandra and I. I was not comfortable, I kept fidgeting even as my eyes were locked with hers.

"Honey," I began, "I have to tell you something. I've screwed up royally. This is going to be hard for both of us, but please just listen." I felt lousy, and I still wasn't comfortable. I gritted my teeth and continued even though I saw a new look of worry in her eyes.

"You know, I had to take our Far East distributor to the airport. His meetings with us had been a big success so we were all feeling pretty relaxed and glad about how things turned out." Christ, rambling about business - if I keep up like this her look will change to one of boredom. Get a grip.

"Anyway, after I got him there and he had his boarding pass I said goodbye - no point in my watching him stand in that security line. As I was leaving the airport I noticed two young women, in JAL attendant's uniforms, looking at me as I walked by the lounge they were in. They looked at each other and then back at me. The look they both gave me stopped me - they were definitely inviting me to join them. Maybe they had seen me say goodbye to Sato-san, I don't know, but I had to join them." The look Alex was giving me changed again, still some worry, but now I could see a hint of displeasure as well.

"They both spoke very reasonable English, but were excited to hear my few Japanese words. They complimented me and before I knew it there was a drink in my hand as we continued to talk. I was really enjoying myself, these girls were so cute and so friendly. You know how I have a thing for Oriental women, Asuka and Saika were being so nice to me." Displeasure was no longer just hinted at in Alex's eyes, but I can't stop now. I turned my head - I didn't want to see her expression, and then I continued.

"They told me they had a one night lay-over and that the airline had booked them into a real nice hotel suite. Then, they told me they thought I was so handsome, and smart for learning some Japanese, and asked me to go with them - they said they wanted to show me this suite - they had never seen such a large room and wanted to know if it was typical." ALex was no longer sitting back, she wasn't relaxed anymore. Her look, was one I guess women get to use a lot - what was I thinking with - it certainly wasn't my brain.

"I wasn't thinking straight, I was under the spell of these two. I couldn't help myself, and I knew I could control myself if it came to that. As we left, with Asuka on my left arm and Saika on my right, I could feel an extra bounce in my walk, especially when other guys gave me a quick look that expressed their admiration for what I had." Christ, not my fault and bragging in the space of two sentences. What an idiot I am!

"The hotel was close by the airport so we were there in a few minutes. The girls were right, it was a big suite. I told them so but before I knew it they had taken my coat and I was holding a drink. I felt a little nervous, especially after Asuka started talking in Japanese to Saika. I couldn't understand much of what she said, although I did pick up the words shinpai and penisu. They both giggled as they looked at me. And then Asuka surprised me - she started to take off her uniform. Saika stood behind her and helped. When Asuka's pert breasts were revealed and then fondled by Saika I felt overwhelmed by both fear and lust. Alex, I'm sorry, so sorry. I can't go on!" I was a wreck, I felt so guilty and worthless.

"Look at me!" she demanded. "Look at me!"

I forced myself to look at her. What I saw really shook me. She had a very determined look on her face, it was a cold, penetrating stare that greeted me. How could I continue?

"Tell me everything, leave nothing out!"

"I didn't know what to do - these two definitely were hot and willing to play. I hadn't had an experience like this since before I met you. I tried to will my cock to deflate but all it did was get harder as Asuka now undressed Saika. Their bodies were beautiful, their breasts were perfect, their pussies were shaved. What could I do? They stopped caressing each other, walked over to me, and then began to undress me. They giggled as they both struggled to get off my pants. As soon as my cock was freed Asuka got on her knees and began to lick the pre-cum off of me." I couldn't believe it - my cock was starting to stiffen even as I told Alex this.

"Did you like what she was doing to you?"

Alex was so full of surprises tonight. She really seemed interested, but maybe just to make me reveal what a total dick I was. Well, she's tight, I am a total dick - getting what I deserve. But this is so humiliating.

"Yes, but Honey, I so love it when you suck me." I had to say something to show her I love and appreciate her.

"Compare us - did she, Asuka, do anything different?"

Christ, there's no escape! "Well, she did lick up and down my whole shaft, then she put just the head in her mouth and sucked on it for a very long time. I couldn't believe how long she sucked without taking a breath."

"Is that all?"

"No, she repeated this for a long time, then she lowered herself a little, tilted her head back, put my cock in her mouth, and swallowed it. She was deep-throating me, this petite Japanese girl was tickling her nose with my hairs."

"I know about your lust for that, what you so cutely call 'tonsil-tickling'. Fuck you, I've tried but throwing up is not my idea of sex!", Alex practically shouted at me. I looked at her again - she was visibly upset but still had that determined look.

"Honey, I know, I know you've tried, but you and I know it can be done, and Asuka was sure showing me." Good idea - make Alex feel inadequate. I am a fucking idiot!

"OK, you've got your cock deep in her mouth. What was Saika doing while you were enthroated?"

"She was behind me. She was pressing her breasts into my back while her hands were playing with my nipples and pinching them. I couldn't believe it, these two were playing my body like it was a musical instrument. And they kept it up, but never taking me too far. I was so aroused and still they kept playing with me."

"You poor boy, not in control," she said to me, with more than a few drips of sarcasm in her voice. "Then what happened"?

"I felt Saika's body lowering, I felt her hands pull my cheeks apart, and then I felt her warm breath on my ass!" I couldn't help it, that was so wanton when it happened and it was wanton just saying it now. My fucking cock pulsed as I said it. Lord help me!

"Exhaling on your ass? How debased are you? I know you've had exotic ideas, we've done some, but really. I though I knew you." I looked at Alex again, still that determined look, but something else too. "Come on, stop reliving it - keep talking!"

"I was surprised when the first breath of warm air hit me. I guess it really surprised me because I jerked forward a bit. Asuka made a noise, I looked down and my cock was farther in her mouth. And then she swallowed. I couldn't believe the feeling on my head. Before I could do or say anything, I felt a warm wetness on my ass. Saika was pressing her tongue into me - she was licking my ass!"

"What did these two see in you? Your cock is average in size, you are older than them. What was it?"

"I don't know, but I felt so lucky. It was like I was in another world. Of course I am a lucky man to be married to you." Great, the hole I'm in is so deep I can hardly see the sky so I smartly use this bullshit shovel to dig a little deeper.

"Groveling, you haven't even started!" Alex practically snarled at me. "Don't stop now, keep talking!"

"Asuka finally withdrew my cock from her mouth. She stood up, kissed me, and said, 'Watashi o tabero.'"

"Translation, please," snarled Alexandra. Her tone did not surprise me.

"Eat me, it means eat me," I said.

"I suppose you obliged her - I know how much you like to do that, don't I?" This time it was more of a sneer inflection than a snarl.

"Yes I did. She led me to the bedroom, laid back on the bed, opened her legs and beckoned me. I couldn't help it, my mind was totally consumed by these fantastic events. I quickly assumed the position on the bed kneeling between her legs. Her lips already showed moisture, I lowered my head and began to lick her. As my tongue continued to probe between her soft lips I dimly felt Saika get on the bed behind me, and then her tongue bathing my ass again."

"You have told me the Japanese consider personal cleanliness very important, but this is ridiculous."

"I know, such a sweet looking girl, swabbing me down. I couldn't believe it. I've never had such an experience. I've read about it, but never, never imagined it being done to me. I would never ask you, Honey, never."

"You don't think I would do a good job, is that what you're saying?" Alex asked me.

I couldn't believe my ears - what was my wife suggesting? Was she competing in her mind with Asuka and Saika? I glanced at her and saw that determined look, but her eyes still puzzled me, there was something else hidden there. What was she thinking? And how was I going to answer this - it was like - have you stopped beating your wife.

"No Hon, I didn't mean that, I just meant I wouldn't ask you to demean yourself. I, I"

She cut me off: "When two people love one another they have to be free to share everything with each other. Are you saying you don't love me?"

"No Hon, I didn't mean that, I do love you, I really do. I, I"

She interrupted me again, "Fine way to show your love, screwing around with two strangers." This was delivered in a sneering snarl. "Come on, my love, continue with your description - your tongue was in Asuka's twat, maybe flicking at her clit, and Saika was washing your ass with her talented tongue - what more could happen?"

"I wondered too, but Saika soon showed me. She stopped licking me, and then I felt her tongue stiffen and begin to push into me. At first I clamped my asshole shut, but she kept pushing and pushing. She stopped for a minute and said 'Yurumero', I asked what that meant, she said 'relax, loosen'. I tried to as her tongue again was pushing into me. Her tongue began to enter me. I kept thinking relax, relax, but then Asuka said 'tabero', reminding me that I had stopped eating her. I started tonguing her again."

By now, I couldn't stop telling this, even if I wanted to. My cock was rock-hard. I was so turned on by reliving this experience, and Alex hadn't thrown me out yet.

"Then I felt one of Saika's hands rub my chin. I stopped licking Asuka and pulled away to see Saika's fingers, all four of them, probing Asuka's very wet pussy. She was sliding in and out of that hot cunt, her fingers glistening. Then Asuka said "Kobushi", Saika giggled, said "Hai", tucked her thumb under her fingers and with a twisting motion put her hand into Asuka. I watched in amazement as Saika pushed in deeper and deeper. There was a veritable stream of pre-cum dangling from my painfully hard cock and when Saika's forearm brushed against my balls I though I was going to explode.

"Saika's tongue was no longer in my ass, she had shifted her body around so that she could concentrate on the fisting she was doing to Asuka. The bed shifted again and I suddenly was aware of another person behind me. Who was this person? And then I didn't care because there was another tongue deeply inserted in my ass, which was now very relaxed."

"You mean to tell me that a third person had somehow gotten in to the room and this person had apparently no qualms about joining the debauchery? And the first thing they did was anilingus? Peter, I am ashamed and embarassed to say this, but I almost feel envious of you. I will control that because I don't yet know what I am going to do with you." I was glad to hear no decision had been made - was there a glimmer of hope for me?

"A foursome, but not of golf. What happened next?"

"The tongue continued to probe me. I was so relaxed that the tongue was able to enter my ass without any problem at all. Someone, I don't know who, would sometimes squeeze my balls or lightly touch my cock. It was driving me crazy. I was slurpimg away on Asuka's clit, it was so wet from her juices and my saliva, Saika's wrist was appearing and disappearing as she fisted Asuka. I glanced up to see Asuka pulling so hard on her tightly pinched nipples. She seemed to be having one long climax. Even though this was all happening part of me seemed to be floating above the bed, watching, mezmerized as the scene played out.

"Then things changed, the tongue was withdrawn from my ass, which immediately made me feel empty, the bed shifted a little, and I felt something harder than any tongue start to enter my ass. Was it a finger? I didn't know and I didn't care - it felt good. My ass didn't feel empty anymore. I felt a warm breath in my ear, the unknown person behind me whispered: 'You want to get fucked, you cocked slut?' I also felt tits with rock-hard nipples pressing into my back. So it was another woman, a mystery woman. I could smell her perfume, it was a scent that rose above the smell of sex that surrounded all of us. What could I say - my mouth was consumed with the task of eating Asuka so I just groaned." My cock felt the same as that night - I looked down at my pants and saw a big wet spot from all of the pre-cum I been oozing. I looked at Alex, her look was still one of determination but her eyes, I could see lust in them. I glanced down and was shocked to see that her nipples were very hard - clearly visible as they poked her blouse. I've turned her on with this incredible story, the hope was more than a glimmer and now included the possibility of make-up sex with her. Hot damn!

"So did you get fucked?" she asked.

"Yes, my brain was in such a fog of sexual euphoria, my whole body was experiencing such erotic ecstacy, It was all so overwhelming that I wanted to be fucked, especially if it meant that I would cum. My cock was on fire, and still an occasional light touch on my cock drove me nuts. By then I had figured out that she had a dildo in a harness. And she was fucking me. Then another whisper: 'Open your ass, I'm going to go deeper.' I thought I was wide open, but she showed me I had more to do as that dildo kept going further than before."

Alex had unbuttoned her blouse and was squeezing her breasts very hard, Her nipples were harder and more elongated than I had ever seen them.

"Don't stop!" she whispered. Her voice was now dripping with lust. I am going to fuck her, unless my cock explodes first.

"By now she had a good, steady fuck rhythm, which took the edge off just a bit. Asuka cried out 'No more' so I finally stopped eating her clit and Saika slowly withdrew her hand. I looked at Asuka's pussy - it was wide open but then it began to close up. And then my prayers were answered as Saika positioned her mouth under my throbbing cock. As soon as I thrust into her mouth the dildo in my ass was pulled out. What a feeling of emptiness! Before I could form the words..."

"What words Peter, what words did you want to say?" Alex asked. The way she asked, it sounded coy to me. 

"'Fuck me, fuck my ass!' was what I wanted to say. But before the words came out something did start to probe my ass. Something began to enter me, but it was very large. Then the whisper: 'Push out!', I did and whatever it was was in me. Another whisper: 'You liked to see Saika's fist in Asuka, didn't you?' I groaned, both from the excitement of that scene as well as beginning to realize that I was being fisted. 'It's your turn now to get fisted!' As I heard those words, those exciting, frightening words Saika sucked hard on my cock and that fist was fucking me. Finally my cum was released. There was so much of it I just about drowned poor Saika. She managed to get my cock out of her mouth, her entire torso was soon covered as spurt after spurt shot out of my burning cock. The whole time that fist was fucking me. And that's all I know - I must have passed out because the next thing I remember was putting on my clothes in that empty hotel room and driving home. And I have to say, a drive that was unpleasant - it was hard to find a comfortable way to sit."

"Well Peter that is quite a story. I think the first thing that we need to do is to check on your medical condition."

"What medical condition?"

"Your ass, I thought your fidgeting was because of what you were telling me, and that is probably partly true, but your poor ass. Come in, into the bedroom, so I can see if there is any damage."

"Honey, I'll be OK."

"Nonsense, come on."

I was soon face down on the bed, undressed. with my cock still drooling pre-cum on the sheets.

"Just lie there, I'll get some things from the bathroom." I felt Alexandra get on the bed, then she said, "Raise your ass up." I did as she asked, I felt her get between my legs and then her mouth was on my cock. "Alex, what are you doing to..." I never finished the sentence. I knew what she was doing as I felt her lubed hand slide into my ass and I smelled that perfume again. It was soon over, my cum in her mouth and on her tits, nipples still taut, my ass burning from all of the fucking I had received.

Alexandra lay next to me, softly talking. "Asuka and Saika were interns at my office. We became good friends, very good friends. One day I suddenly decided that things were going to be different between you and I. They had shown me what real lust could be. Not the old fucker and fuckee roles. But so much more than that. And Peter, if you want to fist me I would welcome it.

My brain was still recovering from all the shocks it had received, all the revelations that had overloaded my entire nervous system.

"I'll think about it."



Confessions and Hail Mary's



Sean thought of himself as a true catholic - having been brought up in a staunch catholic family.

All was fine until he reached adolescence and the hormones started to bite with overwhelming results.

But now he'd reached twenty, he had become deeply involved because of his vibrant passion pangs which regularly happened, because of his pent up fervor. -He became obsessed with wanting his first experience sexually.

He'd become like so many young male adults, unaware of the feminine needs, just going at it hell for leather without consideration of the emotional pulls.

The girls to whom he did take a shine, declined him mainly because of his attitude which. let's say, was not all that complimentary and certainly did not attract favor.

It was almost as if he was living in the past when men just took a woman for their needs and clumsily at that.

But something happened for which Sean could never forgive himself, it was like an alien had taken over his body leaving him with no control - and this time he really had gone too far with a girl who smiled at him on a bus.

He bucked up his courage to visit a priest for confession and knew that he had to come out with the truth and nothing but the truth, and receive his due penance, so there he was, in the confession box, curtain closed, talking to Father Whimsey in a separate compartment through the lattice.

"And what do you wish to confess my boy?" The priest asked softly and at once, although Sean had been a nervous wreck, he felt immediately comfortable - being able just to see a vision of the priest's head through the lattice grill..

"Father, I have done a horrible thing, I have raped a girl!"

There was a short pause before the priest replied, asking if the police were involved.

"I have not heard anything yet!"

"Then you must tell me what came over you to commit this fowl deed upon another human being."

"I simply don't know, father. It is as if I lost complete control over myself."

Sean was asked if he knew the girl, was she a friend and Sean said that she was not.

"Then how did it happen, what caused you to do it, you must tell me all my boy."

Sean took a deep breath. The only way to explain was exactly how it came about.

"I just have a very high sexual level, Father. On the way home from the City I was commuting on a bus. after work, at that time public transport is always crowded. I managed to get seat but many were standing, including this girl who stood sometimes touching my shoulder."

"And? You must tell me all, what happened next?"

"Well she was dressed in skin tight brush jeans which looked so very alluring. I don't know if she realized or not but her hind was right up near to my face as I sat there. She was slim, had the perfect figure a guy could die for. Each time the bus changed gear and jolted I felt the warmth of her bottom brush against my face and it was as if one of my fantasies had come true."

"Fantasies? You need to tell me your most secret and deepest thoughts if I am, through the good lord, able to help you."

"I dream of sniffing a girl, especially there, it was delightful and for all the world, when the bus abruptly pulled up at some traffic lights, she almost toppled upon me and in so doing, and it was unintentional, honest father - my hand was unintentionally deep into her crotch. But it felt so good. She apologetically got to her feet again and gave me a wonderful smile. But I was smiling too. Because she seemed to take it all in her stride that I had touched her there through her jeans, and she smiled that way - well, I instinctively thought I was on a promise that's all. She got off the bus at my stop and we somehow ended up walking together. Exchanging things about ourselves. When she said she hadn't a regular boy friend I thought I was in there and I felt warm and complete in her company, even though I had never met her before.

"We took the path along a quiet spinney with tress each side, it was getting dark and she said she was glad she had a companion with her because she always felt scared walking down there after dark, but soon the clocks would be going back one hour and she could come home in daylight. When we reached the end of the lane she told me here name was Maria and I told here mine. She smiled beautifully and said perhaps we shall meet again on the bus home tomorrow evening. I said I hoped so. I felt like I wanted to kiss her. I was almost compelled to but thought well, I would be seeing her again so to put a hold onto it until tomorrow night.

"That night I had the most carnal dreams about her, it seemed so real Father. And because she befriended me with that certain smile I felt I was on a promise. My whole body wanted her and when, the following evening, she kissed me on the cheek as we parted I told her that I loved her.

"I really thought that because she kissed me and seemed so happy in my company, I really felt I could go further. I'd figured that she liked when I touched her and wondered if it was intentional that she fell on me like that, if it wasn't I made myself believe it was and when I grabbed and held her, plastered her with kisses she sort of prompted me to stop, moving my exploring hand from that place I had felt on the bus.

"But I couldn't stop father, I honestly couldn't it was just that my animal instincts took over and I was going to have her whatever..

"She screamed and struggled but I thought that was just a show, well looking back I guess that's what I chose to think, All I knew is I had this wonderful girl in my arms, she felt and smelt divine and I had to have her there and then."

"So you had intercourse with Marie I take it, despite her resistance son, did you not stop to realise what an emotional effect that would have had on the girl?"

"Father, my mind was swamped with the smell of her, the feel of her, the touch of here hind rubbing against my face. That took all else away, I was committed and nothing could stop me. It was as if I had been pent up for so long. In the office and in the street I was obsessed looking at beautiful girls in short skirts of tight trousers and jeans - like they were doing all they could to tempt the male species.

"It had come to a point when all those pent up feelings had to be released, so when the opportunity seemed to arise, I took it. End of story.

"I guess, being a celibate priest you could never understand how it is, even though primarily you are a male, Father?"

The priest did not comment. He said for Sean to pray and collect his thoughts whilst he did the same, when he would know the penance to apply. But before that he asked if Sean had apologized to the girl after the deed.

"She was in no fit state she just ran off crying." He paused a little then added; "I really thought she wanted me to when she kissed me like that. It was like something had taken over control of me and I must have seemed to her like a raging animal or something. I tried to apologize but she'd gone and I was left there feeling gutted, not believing myself what had happened."

"Oh dear, then we shall both pray for her sake."

Silence reigned for about five minutes and then the priest spoke again, he explained that Sean must ask for repentance saying the courts do not take rape lightly and there is no reasoning it seems; about the overwhelming temptations displayed almost everywhere these days, the way girls dress and appear often to do outrageous things - can quickly stir the groin of a full red blooded male who is brooding for gratification.

"But if you don't mind me saying Father how is it possible for you to understand the sheer turmoil I felt; .a turbulence that rose inside me like a festering volcano. And how I was when an opportunity, given just the slightest encouragement, to go for it?"

"Because, like you I am open to temptation"

But I thought Priests were required to remain celibate all their lives Father?"

"It is the ruling of the Catholic Church, sure it is and as a priest I am obliged to keep to it. Yet as a human being I am, as much as you, tempted by the devil inside me."

"You mean you have succumbed Father?"

Little did Sean know that in the privacy of the booth the priest was lightly masturbating himself; having been aroused by the conversation

"It is probably harder for me. as a Priest to resist the temptations of the flesh and I do question myself in search for some reasoning to excuse my secret fantasies,"

Sean was silent, he'd never imagined that a holy father could be drawn into such confidential l debate, he felt a certain empathy for him, how could it be natural in the eyes of God to remain celibate.

"But we are expected to sacrifice the needs of the flesh, son" He said when Sean put that question to him.

"But I am here now to deliver a suitable penance - I say to you that if you can you must attempt to put things to rights with the poor young girl who suffered the torment of your lust. You must try to put yourself into her shoes and try to understand just how it was for her. In kissing you she was probably simply showing you that she was initially interested in you as a boyfriend and anything more would come in time - that is how it usually is, the womenfolk being much more emotional."

"So how many Hail Mary's Father?

"I want you to come to see me weekly. We are both of like minds as far as I can see. We can do a lot for each other to calm the devil's desire. When I permit you to leave the booth - wait a few moments whilst I pray and then we shall depart to my quarters for your first Hail Mary.

Having arrived in the priest's quarters, Sean was asked to be seated and it was the first time he had seen the priest clearly. He then departed to another room saying he had to disrobe, and Sean thought nothing of it, assuming that is what a Priest does whence has finished confessions.

But who would have thought the man of religion would emerge from the room like a fiend in his complete nothingness, and with a huge scepter of a penis that Sean could never have envisaged.

"So, my son, comes your first Hail Mary; you will feel like the girl you raped but in turn we shall both dissolve the sexual desire in our groins by delivering the needs and the passion we both keep private, a passion which needs to be relinquished, else it will burst and for me; I would die not knowing how it is to bond with another human being."

Sean was flabbergasted and never having been involved in a gay relationship it was made quite clear he must be raped like the girl he raped, and when the priest commenced ripping off his clothing he was right scared.

"You are frightened, Sean - I can see it in your eyes, now think of how that girl felt when I penetrate you and you will suffer the pain gladly."

The big man slung the lad across the arm of the couch and instantly made to enter him, thrusting to and fro with no consideration at all and when Sean cried for mercy he would not hear of it, the boy was going to feel the whole length of it - inside a very tight virgin orifice and he would suffer the consequences as well as the needs of a man who had suffered the sexual urge for so long, and had never had the opportunity to gratify it.

This was his opportunity. For many a day - he had fantasized how it would be with a person of either sex. Already he had noticed the tightness of Sean's backside which looked so inviting and because of the lad's bad deed, he could use him without fear of being exposed, because in so doing he would have to expose himself to the authorities, because he felt the girl he'd raped would be reluctant to do,

He pushed and pushed, Sean was yelling it hurt, the frenzied priest said he would open it with some oil which he brought from the kitchen and firmly anointed the lad's anus with a good rubbing and probing- and at last he was able to squelch the bulk of his penis into the stretched aperture.

"He thrust firmly all the time saying 'now you will know how it must have been for that poor girl."

Several times, the frenzied priest lugged into him; and several times after each thrust, he spanked his right cheek with a resounding slap.

"That really hurts Father, please stop!"

"And how do you think the girl you raped felt? We are not finished yet by a long chalk. Now down to the carpet on all fours - open your legs wide to receive Hail Mary two." 

The priest was in his element letting free all that pent up energy which for so long had been driving him crazy - had been causing all sorts of hideous carnal fantasies that he had to live with, pretending he was strong enough, as a priest is expected to be, to put off the hunger of the flesh and concentrate on matters of his priesthood.

Now he knew what he had been missing and bore no mercy for the poor lad he was using to let all that energy free once and for all. With Sean crouched on all fours as if awaiting the priest's large persisting presence; but all the time, wishing it would soon be over, wondering just how many more Hail Mary's he had to suffer.

With endeavor and fortitude the priest managed to get fully inside and soaked up the feeling of Sean's warm tunnel which he moaned; was reminiscent of the tunnel of life, with a bright light at the end. That is how he interpreted it, like it was a message from the almighty to deliver his seed to that light at the end.

With a final thrust the priest managed something that formerly he could only achieve by hand, his own hand, and as he came out of the lad he felt the absolute gratification.

The lad was rolling on the floor wondering if there was yet another Hail Mary but the very happy priest told him that his penance was complete but resolved this would be an ongoing thing, that he must return in one week to serve more of his penance and the needs of them both.

Sean was beside himself with what had happened - never thinking for one moment that a holy priest could do such a thing. But there was a lot more he didn't know about the man he had asked forgiveness - but strangely he was later able to appreciate how the girl he raped must have felt and he would do his utmost to see her again and try to make it all better.

He could not simply blame his atrocious deed on the short skirts girls wear and the way they tease and sex themselves, he needed t restrain himself , to find a girl he really loved, a girl who wanted him in every way and he'd aim for that.