11 comments/ 93601 views/ 32 favorites An Intimate Confession By: Intimate Confessions AN IMPORTANT AND ABSOLUTELY NECESSARY INTRODUCTION This is a true story. It has been quite a while since I have written a story alone. A lady friend and I were writing here under another name for a while and Intimate Confessions sort of lapsed into semi-retirement. We are still friends, this lady and I. We are not writing erotica together for the time being. While I certainly miss our mutual brainstorming (masturbation) sessions, it is time once again for me to take up the pen as a solo author. Those of you who are familiar with my work know that I believe an erotic story involves more than naked people doing sexual things with one another. There are the characters, each with their own history, set of motivations and story to tell. There are situations that usually contribute to the heat of any story. And there is romance. Is romance necessary to an erotic story? Romance is absolutely necessary! Without some kind of romance all that the story will be is random fucking. You don't need me to describe that. Just go down to the cattle pen any Saturday night in the spring and you can watch all the random fucking you want. My stories are longer than typical offerings on Literotica. This allows for character development and multiple encounters, each hotter than the last. If you are looking for a woman to walk in on a guy who is masturbating, whip her clothes off and say, "Oh baby, let's fuck." in the first three pages of the story... this isn't the story for you. As a matter of fact if that's what you're looking for, bail right now. You won't enjoy yourself. You'll spend all your time skipping around the story looking for the "dirty parts" and skip over the stuff that makes them dirty in the first place. So you've been warned. If, on the other hand if you enjoy a slow-smoldering build up, progressively more sexual situations ending in multiple come-soaked scenarios involving various perversions, I'm your guy. Grab the lubricant, the vibrator or the dildo as the case may be and get ready for a rocking good time. You might as well know that I am writing this with a fairly well developed erection, mainly because I already know the story. My heartfelt hope is that reading this will have the same effect on you. Hopefully ladies reading this will soon be as flushed and tingling as men. I include plenty of showing-off teasing...and romance as well as several situations I know will arouse the interest of most of the women reading this. So enough about my writing, here's the story: As I said at the beginning, it is a true story...it really happened...to me. Enjoy. END OF THE IMPORTANT AND ABSOLUTELY NECESSARY INTRODUCTION -- BEGINNING OF THE STORY. Some years ago I broke up with my Big Love Carol and I started hanging around with her best friend, Amber in hopes that this would lead to a reunification between Carol and I. Carol disappeared forever but Amber and I continued hanging out. Amber was determined to remain a virgin until she married and for a while this wasn't a problem. She would come over and we'd watch some TV, have something to eat and she'd go home. There were other girls and I was comfortable having a platonic friendship with Amber. She was my last remaining link to the now absent Carol. Amber lost her job and then her apartment. She asked if she could move in with me until she got on her feet again. I said yes. She had just moved to Denver a few months ago, had few friends and no family in the area. Amber was a little girl, maybe 5 foot three inches tall with long, strawberry blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She was quite attractive with a compact shapely body. She tended toward jeans and T-shirts. She had freckles. I had never considered her a sexual friend. We decided that we would have to sleep in the same bed. I did not have a full-sized couch in my living room and the apartment was a small, one bedroom. "Desperate times call for desperate measures" I said at the time. We moved her few possessions into my apartment. It took about 20 minutes; the time it took to carry the two dilapidated suitcases, lamp and milk crate of books up three flights of stairs. She spent the rest of the day looking for work. That night, we had dinner together on my sagging, but still presentable, comfortable loveseat and spent the evening watching old re-runs on my fuzzy black-and-white TV together. When bedtime came I climbed in first and turned off the lights. When Amber climbed in a few minutes later I was nearly asleep. I had a king-sized bed, so Amber and I had ample space and weren't jammed together. At that time I slept in my boxer shorts and a T-shirt. When we woke in the morning and Amber got out of bed I discovered that she slept only in her panties. I had a breathtaking glimpse of her flawless body as she dashed into the bathroom that remained with me for the rest of the day. Over the next week I discovered that Amber was very casual about her mode of dress when we were at home together, especially around bedtime. She clearly thought of us as brother and sister. Often, she left the bedroom door open while she changed her clothing or used the bathroom. She never wore a bra. I was able to admire her body frequently, if surreptitiously, as she went about her business. After about two weeks, I realized that living in such close quarters had reduced my ability to masturbate in private to practically zero. I hoped she would land a job quickly. As much as I enjoyed having her around my level of frustration was growing by the day. I never stopped to consider that she might be experiencing growing frustration as well. As time went on without me making a pass, her trust grew. We both became more comfortable with one another. She became more open about going topless and frequently her shirt came off an hour or two before bedtime. It was impossible for me to totally ignore this. Once or twice she stripped entirely before going in to take a shower. This usually left me lying in bed with an erection that would slowly wilt, usually after I drifted off to sleep. After living together for about a month, I returned home from a particularly brutal date to find her awake and topless in our bed. When I walked out of the bathroom I had a rigid erection tenting my boxers that we both ignored as I climbed in. "How'd it go?" she asked sweetly. "Not good" I replied. "Well, what happened?" "After the movie we spent about an hour making out...but we didn't really..." "What?" "You know...get down to anything serious." "That must be very frustrating." "You have no idea." "Actually...I do." "Really?" "Yeah" she murmured. "I've been out on dates like that where we kissed and kissed and touched until I thought I was going to jump out of my skin." "What did you do?" I asked. "Well usually I went to sleep horny...or" "Or what?" "Well...you know...let my fingers do the walking." "That would be awkward right now." "Yeah...you're probably right. Well, sleep tight." "Goodnight". Our conversation had done little to help me deescalate from my degree of arousal as I imagined Amber fingers doing the walking, but eventually I drifted off to an uneasy sleep. I was dreaming. It was one of those crazy dreams that you never quite remember. It was a sex dream probably fueled by the fact that I had been unable to jack off for about a month. I remember that I was very excited and Amber was mixed up in it somehow. I woke with a start and the realization that I had a very hard erection. Amber and I were curled up like spoons with my rigid cock pressing against her. She was moving back and forth against it. She had shifted her body so my cock fit between her legs and she was able to rub it against her pussy. I thought she was asleep but apparently having a dream of her own because as she moved a clearly wet and aroused pussy back and forth against my stiffness, she would whimper occasionally. I honestly don't know how long this had been going on but clearly Amber was about to climax. Before I could contemplate the ethical implications of my position Amber began to shudder against me. Her already wet panties became quite a bit wetter as she climaxed. I was shocked, but apparently Amber was still asleep. She let lose a long rattling snore and turned over leaving me with a cock that was fully erect and dripping...with no relief in sight. It was absolutely useless trying to go back to sleep; my dick was as hard as a steel pipe and all I could think about is how good it would feel to climax. I considered masturbating right there, but with Amber snoozing peacefully on the other side of the bed I realized that this could become...awkward. I slipped out from under the covers and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind me. As aroused as I was I wanted this to last at least a little while so instead of just stroking my cock until I blew a load I just touched it lightly running my fingers up and down the length of my rigid erection. I was so hard and what I was doing felt so nice. Each trip up and down brought me closer to that ultimate moment. I was dripping pre-come in a steady stream. Using this as a lubricant I wrapped my hand around my cock and gave it a couple of fast strokes and then stopped and let my cock throb and drip. I wanted to make the moment last a little longer. I throbbed once or twice more and just as it seemed like I was going to be able to hold off from shooting my cream the door opened and Amber stood there naked with her panties clutched in her hand. If I hadn't been so preoccupied with my own experience, I would have noticed that the light in the other room had been turned on, seen the light shining under the door. Frankly, by this time I was in the zone. When the door opened I was utterly unprepared; caught with my pants down, so to speak. This moment is frozen in my mind. The bedside lamp was spilling light into the bathroom illuminating me completely and at the same time concealing Amber's nudity in shadow. "Oh, excuse me" she blurted but before she could look away I began to ejaculate a month's worth of pent-up sperm into the air. It splashed like a geyser. I still don't know what pushed me over the edge, but there was no stopping what was happening. Apparently, Amber was unable to tear her eyes away from the sight of cream shooting out of my hard cock into the air and spattering on the bathroom floor. She watched with rapt attention as I continued to ejaculate with the agony of embarrassment and arousal. As my climax subsided Amber stepped into the bathroom and did something completely unexpected. Without speaking, she knelt and used her panties to wipe the warm pool of cream off the floor and then dropped them into the hamper. She turned to the sink and wet a washcloth. She washed between her legs and then handed it to me. "Wash up before you come to bed," she said. Amber took a fresh pair of panties from the shelf, slowly slid them over her smooth hips and went back to bed. By the time I cleaned up and climbed back into bed, Amber was sound asleep. I soon followed into a deep and dreamless sleep. I woke late because it was my day off and Amber was long gone...out looking for work I supposed. When she returned later in the afternoon Amber didn't say anything about our nocturnal encounter. I certainly wouldn't bring it up. I noticed that for the next few days the level of my sexual tension dramatically diminished. After a few days I forgot about it. I say I forgot about it, but that's not really true. I pushed the memory from my conscious mind and tried to resume my role as platonic friend but my opinion had changed subtlety. I noticed how good she smelled when she climbed into bed with me. I realized that she was a very attractive girl in her own right. When she walked out of the house job hunting in a skirt and blouse, I noticed how pretty she really was and for a short girl how long her legs looked. I enjoyed watching her twist her long hair into a French-braid in the morning. I enjoyed the way strands would escape and frame her face in the evening when she returned. I reminded myself, we were still just good friends. A couple of weeks later, Amber finally got a job. It was going to be at least three or four months before she could save up enough for an apartment of her own. I agreed to let her remain until she got a place of her own. That night we celebrated her newfound employment with a steak dinner and enough wine to get a little tipsy in the process. When Amber used the bathroom, she left the door half open so we could continue our conversation. When my time came, I did likewise. Before I finished she got up and stood by the bathroom door. We kept talking as I emptied my bladder. While I used the bathroom I glanced over at Amber talking with me through the half open door. It might have been my imagination but she seemed to be watching me closely When she got up to pee a half hour later I repeated her behavior, standing just outside the half open bathroom door while she hoisted her skirt and sat down on the toilet. Maybe it was my imagination but she appeared to hesitate for a minute once she had pulled her panties down and hoisted her dress giving me a long look at her naked pussy. As the night wore on we got looser with one another. Just before bedtime Amber took her top off and slid out of her skirt, sitting on the couch dressed only in her panties. "I'm gonna take a shower in a minute" she said by way of explanation but the minute stretched into half an hour as we finished the last of the wine. Not wanting to leave her alone, I stripped to my boxers. I wish I could sat that I remained unaffected, but my erection ebbed and flowed as we conversed. We continued visiting as we sat on the couch nearly naked but not acknowledging our state of undress...or arousal. "It's so liberating to sit here like this" Amber said. I could never be this free with anyone else." She sat with her legs curled up under her watching me try to remain composed despite our near nudity. Finally I had to relieve myself and Amber stood in the doorway nearly naked watching me pee. At this point, I didn't even bother to half close the door. I kind of had half an erection but my bladder dictated I somehow overcome this and after standing there for a couple of minutes I managed to get a stream going despite the beautiful, nearly nude girl who now showed an avid interest in the whole process. I got a couple of squirts out before the erection returned, this time with a vengeance, growing to full rigidity making elimination of urine nearly impossible. "What's wrong?" she asked sweetly. "It looks like I'm...stuck." I replied. "Why don't you take your shorts off and see if that helps," "I will...if you will." Without a word she skimmed out of her panties and stood naked...watching. "Hurry up, I've got to go too." I slipped my shorts off and discovered that it was possible to expel urine through an erection with a great deal of effort. I managed to get off several extended squirts that relieved the pressure on my bladder somewhat as Amber stood watching. "Now let me" she breathed, "I've really got to go." This was a true statement. She pushed me out of the way and started pissing before she managed to sit down. I stood there with a full erection watching her relieve herself. This did not help me regain the control I would need to finish emptying my aching bladder. Finally her stream diminished and she stood up. "Go ahead and finish, I'm going to shower." With that she turned on the shower and got in pulling the curtain closed behind her. From inside the shower she asked me if I always got that hard when I had to pee. I told her that having her there in the doorway watching certainly contributed to my hardness. After three or four minutes, I managed to become limp enough to finish what I had started. I was in the process of finally emptying my bladder when she got out of the shower, grabbed a towel and watched me finish. "I left the shower going for you," she said brightly before disappearing into the bedroom. I got into the shower and I'm not going to lie about this; I promptly masturbated to orgasm squirting my seed into the water circling the drain. By the time I got into the bedroom Amber was already asleep. The next morning we both awoke, slightly hung over and Amber apologized for her inappropriate behavior over breakfast as she prepared to leave for her first day on the job. "Don't worry about it" I replied, "We were a little drunk, it was just fun between friends." We left it at that and for the next week we were both so busy we didn't have time to think about it. Nearly a month passed and we were both so busy that we rarely saw one another. We dated other people and usually Amber was in bed asleep by the time I got home. It was about this time that our relationship changed in a fundamental way. One Saturday night we both had dates with other people. I returned to the apartment around 11:30 and Amber came in at midnight. I was nearly asleep when she came in. I lay in bed watching her undress in the bathroom. Finally she was down to her panties and she switched out the light. "How'd it go?" I asked once she climbed into bed. There was a pause and she replied, "Pretty frustrating." What happened? "It was kind of like your last date except this guy wanted to...fuck me and I'm not willing to go there, especially on a first date. How did it go with you?" "It went pretty well for her...and not at all for me." "What do you mean? "Well she let me do just about anything to her but she wouldn't touch me...so she went home satisfied but left me with a big old...hard on. "Really?" "Yeah." "That's what happened to me. I got him off mostly to avoid having him rape me and when he was finished...that was it. "Bummer." "Yeah." "So...here we are." "Yeah." "Amber?" "Humm?" "Do you remember the other night?" "Which one?" "We were drinking wine." "Yeah...I remember." "You apologized the next morning for your behavior?" "Yeah?" "We really didn't do anything...did we?" "Well...I guess not...I just felt that I was kind of...teasing you." "Did what we were doing...excite you?" "Umm...yeah...I liked it that you were...hard. "Have you ever done that with anyone else?" She didn't say anything for a minute or so and then she said, "If I tell you will you promise never to tell anyone else?" "Yeah...I promise." She turned over in bed and scooted closer to me. She was lying on her stomach and her face was close to mine. "My brother and I used to play these games together." "Games?" "Yeah...we used to strip in front of each other." "Like we did the other night?" "Not exactly." "How was it different?" I asked. She paused and then said, "Really...if I share this with you you've got to promise that it will remain between just the two of us. It's kind of...personal. "I promise...just between us." "OK" she said, "Every once in a while our parents would go out for the night. When that happened we knew that it would be very late before they got back. We were pretty much on our own." "Yeah" I said, hearing just the slightest catch in Amber's voice as she spoke. "The first time it happened we decided to go through our parents drawers and see if there was anything they were hiding from us." "OK" I said. "Just a second" Amber said. Reaching behind her she grabbed a pillow and slid it under her pelvis. "I have a little backache" she said in way of explanation. An Intimate Confession I was stretched out on my back but our faces were close together. "Anyway we found our dad's stash of dirty books and started to read them. We were already dressed for bed. I was wearing a baby doll nightdress and my brother was wearing his pajamas." "What were the books like?" "They were illustrated and for the first few minutes we just went through them looking at the pictures." I could feel my cock slowly begin to rise as Amber described the pictures and the effect they were having on her brother and her that night. I turned to face her so she wouldn't be able to see my growing arousal as she continued talking. "My brother had this raging hard on sticking up inside of his pajama pants and I might as well admit that I was pretty excited as well...but I didn't let on to him that this was the case. I kept my cool, making fun of the people in the pictures...but it was pretty hot...I...we'd never seen anything like that before." I realized that Amber was gently moving her body against the pillow she had propped under pelvis as she talked and my cock came to full and immediate attention straining against my boxers creating a giant tent under the covers that thankfully Amber was unaware of. "Pretty soon he started reading one of the stories out loud to me...and I stopped making fun of the pictures and listened as he read about a brother and sister going to a nudist camp together." Amber was moving rhythmically against the pillow as she continued the story and I began moving myself against the material of my shorts as she described the story her brother read her that night. "The story just kept getting hotter and hotter. My nipples were really hard and I was tingling all over when suddenly he stopped reading." "What happened then?" I asked. "He got up and said that he had to go to the bathroom." Amber and I lay there in silence. She continued to squirm against the pillow. My rigid cock was dripping as I asked, "What happened then?" Amber hesitated for a moment before replying "I did the same thing to him that I did to you when I walked in on you a couple of months ago...I opened the door and watched him cream all over himself...except..." "Except what?" "When I opened the door he was stroking his cock and...he didn't stop. I just stood there watching him." "Did he react to you being there?" "Not really...he just looked up at me and then kept...stroking himself." "He didn't say anything?" "He...asked me to show him...my breasts." "And..." "I took my top off...and...pulled my panties down so he could see my pussy." Amber was gasping the words out as she thrust her pelvis against the pillow. I rolled on to my back, pulled the covers down. There was an enormous tent that Amber could clearly see. I didn't care and she didn't comment. "Go on" I said reaching down and squeezing my erection through my shorts. "Finish the story." "OK, I spread my pussy lips...so he could...look at me...at how wet I was...and started to...touch...my clit." "Do you want to touch yourself right now?" She didn't say anything but stopped thrusting against the pillow. She pulled it out from under her pelvis and rolled over. She reached between her legs with one hand and started teasing one of her nipples with the other. We lie side by side touching ourselves, legs spread, knees touching. I took one of her hands and placed it on the tent in my pants. "See what your story has done to me?" "Yes." She said, giving my erection a squeeze and then removing her hand. "Can I touch you?" She took my hand and placed it between her legs. I slipped my hand under her panties and touched her pussy for a moment. It was soaking wet and I could feel her clit, which was very hard. She pulled my hand out saying, "No, don't...we can't do this. "I won't..." "No, let's just talk...and touch ourselves. "Ok" I said reaching inside of my shorts and touching my rigid boner gingerly. Amber was doing the same thing. I could see her hand move inside of her panties and hear the slippery sounds she was making as she did this. "Feel good?" I gasped my hand moving on my hard cock. "Oh yes...so nice." Her hand moved rapidly, stopped, moved rapidly again. "Go on...finish the story." "He was watching me, just like I'm watching you right now, as I stood in front of him. He didn't stop. I don't think he could've if he had wanted to. I wasn't actually masturbating like I am now. I was just lightly touching my clit and letting him watch" "Amber" I groaned. "He started to squirt...right in front of me." "That is so hot" My hand continued stroking my cock. "You like hearing this story?" her hand continued moving inside of her panties. "Yes, do you remember when we were celebrating your new job?" "Yes." "When I got in the shower, I jacked off thinking about you." Her hand was moving rapidly now. "That's what I thought you were doing, because that's what I did while I was showering too." "Did you...climax?" "Oh yes" she gasped, "Twice, once in the shower and then in bed while you were jacking off in the shower." "Do you think you're going to climax tonight?" Without a word she took my free hand and placed it against her pussy. She reached over with her other hand and grasped my cock through my shorts." When I slipped my hand inside of her panties she didn't say anything...just started moving her wetness back and forth against my fingers violently. "Amber" I cried, I don't think..." She squeezed my hardness and started to shudder. "I can...hold back" I felt an indescribable tingle begin in my balls and travel to my cock as my erection tightened and begin to spew sperm into my shorts. The wet spot became a whole lot larger and as I continued to spray come I could feel Amber's hand squeezing as my cream continued to spray inside of my shorts soaking them, flowing over Amber's encircling hand. Her cream was also flowing over my fingers as she gasped, "That's right. Go ahead and do it. I'm doing it with you. I know that is was just a few seconds as we came together but it seemed like hours. After all it had been at least a month since either of us had gotten any relief. Our passion subsided and we lie there in sort of a coma of fulfillment and relaxation. We were both soaking. My shorts were dark with sperm. Her hand was covered with my cream and my fingers remained inside her panties touching her slippery pussy. I wish I could say that we got up and cleaned ourselves up but we actually both passed out just like we were. Later that night I was surprised to wake up with a throbbing boner. I decided that it would be all right to take care of matters by myself. I pulled my still soaking shorts off and started stroking myself. I had been jacking off for a minute or two when Amber rolled over and switched the bedside light on. She got up onto her knees. "Can I watch?" "Yeah..." "My panties are pretty wet" she said, sliding them down to about mid thigh. Would you like to look at...my pussy...while you...do that?" "Like you let your brother do?" I said continuing to stroke my cock. "Yeah...like that." She watched my hand moving up and down my cock for a minute or two and then asked, "What are you thinking about?" "What we just did...and you and your brother." "Oh yeah, sometimes I think about my brother when I'm playing with my clit, but right now I'm thinking about what we just did, too." She reached up and pinched a nipple. "Would you mind if I join you?" "Go ahead. I like looking at you." Without hesitation she started rubbing herself as I continued to jack off in front of her. After a couple of minutes she leaned over me letting the tip of first one stiff nipple and then the other touch the head of my dripping cock. I continued jacking off eventually wetting both of her breasts until they were shining with my pre-come. She got back up on her knees and teased her now wet nipples as she continued watching me. She wasn't touching her pussy but I could clearly see how wet and excited she was. "My brother used to do this" she breathed huskily. Her nipples were sticking out like pencil erasers as she continued pulling on them. "Put sperm on your breasts?" "Yeah" she breathed, "Get em' all slick and slippery with his cream and then..." "Yes?" Amber resumed touching her pussy, rubbing rapidly stopping briefly and then rubbing rapidly again. "He'd shoot his cream all over me." "All over your body?" "Usually my ass...but sometimes he'd just do it all over, my face, my breasts, my hair...especially...my hair." "Your hair?" Amber was rubbing herself rapidly, clearly aroused as she spat out the words, "He said...it was good for my hair...full of protein." I too was nearly there. I could feel that old familiar tingle beginning at the base of my balls. "How...?" "He'd wait until he was almost there and then he'd wrap his dick in my hair...and..." "Amber" I moaned. "He'd just squeeze his boner and blow his load...right there while I did the same...right in front of him...like I'm doing right now." The first jet of cream shot out of my cock and fell on my chest with a spatter. Amber bent over me shuddering and murmuring, "Do it on my tits...please." I really didn't have another option with her breasts hanging a few inches over me. I continued to squirt forceful jets of cream over her breasts as she squeezed her hand between her legs and climaxed along with me. We collapsed into one sticky slippery pile, pulled the blankets over us and in a few moments were again both sound asleep. Now...I told you at the beginning that this is a true story. Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction. You would think that after two encounters like this we would have both been drained of both desire and semen. I will remind you that this was years ago and we were both very young. No there wasn't immediately another masturbation session but what happened was even hotter in a way. We woke near dawn. We were holding one another close, both sticky and covered with drying cream...whispering to one another. "I guess this changes things between us doesn't it?" she murmured. "Yeah." "I'm still a virgin." She whispered in my ear. "I know that." I still want to stay that way until I get married." "I really liked what we just did." I said. "Me too." "Are we going to do this again?" "Maybe...depending..." "On what?" "How we handle this, and the rules we make for ourselves." I raised my eyebrows, "Rules?" "Yeah" she said slowly. "What kind of rules?" She sat up in bed crossing her legs. I did likewise. "Well" she said, picking at a section of dried semen on the top of her breasts, "When we talk with one another and touch ourselves, we can talk about...anything. We don't hold back." "Okay." "Maybe we can try some stuff that doesn't involve fucking." "Stuff?" "You know...situational stuff, like showing off in public, teasing one another, spanking. You know...stuff." Clearly there was more to this friend than I ever suspected. I began to develop a half-hearted erection thinking about the implications. She smiled and said, "Not so fast Speedy. There are other rules," "Go on..." "We both continue to date other people." "All right." "Our relationship is private. I don't think that either of us want to deal with jealous boyfriends and girlfriends." 'That makes sense." "Last of all, no fucking anyone else." "No fucking at all, either of us?" "No fucking. We can do anything else but...that." "You know Amber, I'm not a virgin." "I know. Maybe you should reacquaint yourself with the virtues of self discipline and sexual control." "I don't know," I said doubtfully. "Look," she said, "Do you really want to wonder how many guys have had their diseased wieners in my puss while you're down there kissing it?" "I see your point. Its not like there is a crowd of women insisting that I fuck them anyway." I thought for a moment. "Let's leave it like this; if we are tempted...if we are even thinking about fucking someone else, we'll talk first; no fucking other people without permission. Is that a suitable compromise?" "I can live with that. And obviously, no fucking between us either." "Never?" She smiled again and said, "Never say never, let's just say for the foreseeable future." "You have yourself a deal." We shook on it. "Can you think of any other necessary rules?" She said. "Is this just about sex?" She looked me in the eyes and said, "No, this is about friendship. I want to have at least one other person in the world that knows absolutely everything about me, not just the stuff that makes me an attractive wife." "Like you and your brother?" "Well, yeah, that and a bunch of other stuff." "Would you care to expand on that statement?" She glanced at the clock on the bedside table and said, "We both will need to get up pretty soon...I think we'll need a shower before work, but we do have a couple of hours before we have to do that. Let's play a game." "Okay." "This is going to be a sex game, but in the future we'll play non-sexual variations of this game with one another." "All right." She paused for a moment and then said, "We are going to take turns telling one another five things that we have done sexually or that we really want to do." "Okay." "You go first; you already know about my brother." I thought for a moment and remembered a party I had been at where a number of us stayed for the night because we had too much to drink. A couple had started making out and got carried away. We listened to them fucking on the floor in an agony of arousal and later when they finished some of us had surreptitiously masturbated. Amber seemed suitably impressed. "Were you one of them?" "No I held off, but I was really aroused for the rest of the night." "Was it just guys jacking off?" "There was one girl. I think." "So you watched a couple fucking and listened to a couple guys and possibly a girl masturbate, but you didn't join them?" "No, I was too shy at the time." "That's pretty hot." Amber commented. "Well the really hot part came in the morning. Most of the people had left but the girl who had been fucking was getting ready to go and saw me. I had a huge erection sticking up in my pants." "Wow." "Yeah, anyway she walked over and stood looking down at me. She was wearing jeans and a v-neck T-shirt. I could see her erect nipples when I looked down the top of that shirt. She reached down and gave my cock a squeeze. I don't know how I managed this but I got one of my hands in her jeans. She was saying, no, no, but I managed to get my hand in her panties. She was really wet." "What happened?" "Even though she told me to stop, she didn't move away or take my hands out of her pants. She stood there for a minute or two while I played with her pussy." "Did either of you climax?" "No, but I got really aroused, thinking of the mixture of her lubrication and sperm from the night before. Finally, she gently pulled my hand out of her pants. As she did this, she smiled at me and said, "Better luck next time," Then, she walked out the door...leaving me with a big old hard on." Amber was quiet for a minute and then she said. "As weird as that sounds, that is really hot. I'll bet you jacked off more than once thinking about that." "Yeah, I think it was hot being that excited and not being able to do anything about it. And then for the girl to come over and look at me, she knew darn well that she was responsible for my condition." "I can see how that might affect you that way. Didn't you feel frustrated being teased and led on that way?" "Yeah, but not in a bad way." We both flopped back in bed and were lying side by side my cock was slowly growing as we talked, not standing up but lazily growing longer and bigger. Our wet and discarded underclothes lie in a pile by the side of the bed. "Okay" Amber said, "My turn. I always thought it would be hot to go to a dirty movie theater and let a bunch of guys look at me and jack off." "You would jack off?" "No silly, they'd jack off while they were looking at me. "Would you let any of them touch you?" "No. As a matter of fact I wouldn't even let any of them see anything, much. I'd just sit there,knowing that they were jacking off because I was there." "Would I be there with you?" "Yeah, but you couldn't jack off either. You'd just be sitting there next to me with a big old hard on, with your hand on my leg and watch all the other guys watch me. You'd be the only one who actually knew how aroused I was" My cock was now standing on its own but still not fully erect as I commented, "Would you be touching yourself at all?" Amber thought for a minute and then she said, "Maybe I would reach over and touch you occasionally. And maybe I'd let you squeeze my breasts. We might kiss and make out a little, but we'd both keep our composure and not do anything improper." "What would we wear?" I asked. "I would be wearing a short skirt and a blouse...and I think you would wear a pair of soft sports pants. Soft enough to let your cock stand up without constraining you." "How does this story end?" "Well," Amber reached over and gave my growing cock a brief squeeze before resuming. "Eventually all these guys wind up standing around us in a circle stroking their cocks and they'd all finish themselves squirting all over me, soaking my clothes, my face, my hair with their cream so when I left I'd be covered with their sperm. I might have you stop at a convenience store and go in to make a purchase so everyone could see me, smell me. They'd know what I'd been doing." "Wow." "Anyway we'd drive home aroused. When we got there, as soon as we got in the door, I'd pull your pants down and you'd reach up under my skirt. We'd stand there kissing and touch one another until we made each other come." We lie there in silence until Amber said, "Your turn." I couldn't help but notice that under the coating of dried sperm her nipples were standing upright and she seemed a little flushed, "This is getting to you." I observed. "Yeah...maybe a little...you're stalling, tell me a story...or a fantasy." "You like guys looking at you...don't you?" "Yeah...what girl doesn't?" "But you don't want guys fucking you...am I correct?" "Actually you're incorrect. I love to imagine being fucked...sometimes by a bunch of guys...I'm just not willing to do it in real life. I could get pregnant...and without a husband I don't want to have that happen." "So you're not afraid of actually getting pregnant...you just don't want to be a single mother...right?" "That's pretty much it in a nutshell. Actually most women really want to get pregnant...that's the actual reason for sex...and most women find the idea incredibly sexy...and you're still stalling" "All right...in this story I have this friend who is trying to get his wife pregnant... but he knows that his semen is deficient. If he doesn't get some help she'll never have a child so he asks me to help." "Okay..." "But she doesn't want anyone but him. She isn't willing to consider fucking another guy...so he tells her that they are going to play a sex game with a blindfold...and handcuffs. He handcuffs her to the bed...but leaves one of her hands free so she can...touch him. He blindfolds her and spends a long time teasing her...getting her very aroused." "Hmmm... this is sounding interesting indeed." "Of course I have been there watching ever since the blindfold went on...listening to her whimper and watching her thrust her pussy against the vibrator he has been running all over her body for the last twenty minutes." An Intimate Confession "Yeah" Amber murmured with relish moving her own pelvis up and down almost imperceptibly. Of course at this point my own cock was standing up very erect as I continued telling the story. "So eventually they start fucking right in front of me. He slides his hard cock into her very excited pussy but her restraints won't allow her to move back and forth...much...she just has to lie there and accept whatever he is doing to her. I have to be very quiet when I slip my pants off letting my hard cock spring free. I sit back down...watching as he continues to slide his boner slowly in and out of her while she uses the vibrator on her clit." Amber cleared her throat and said, "You know...I have a vibrator of my own." "Really?" "Yeah...would you like me to use it on that hard cock of yours while you tell me more?" "I think I'd like that...a lot." "Well...wait a minute." She got up and ran into the bathroom and removed a small tube shaped object from her drawer. She was back in a moment. It was four or five inches long and slender. "Battery operated" she explained. "It's...kind of small." I observed. Honestly...did you expect something with a kick start?" "No" I said, laughing in spite of myself, "Just making observations." "Then observe this", she said twisting the base of the thing, "Two speeds, slow" the vibrator began to emit a low growling sound, "and faster", the low sound became higher pitched. Let's start with slow." The growl returned as she pressed it against the base of my cock; it felt heavenly. "Go on", she urged, "tell me more." "Well" I continued" I am certainly seeing a side of his wife that I've never seen before. She is asking him to fuck her harder...calling herself a nasty slut...but he just keeps slowly sliding his cock in and out of her pussy. I can see, even from where I was sitting how slick and shiny his cock is. Every once in a while he'll glance over at me...I know he likes me watching them." "Are you jacking off at this point?" "No" I gasp, "just sitting there with my cock sticking up as hard as an iron bar watching them...fucking. "You know" Amber said, "I'll bet this thing would work better if it were lubricated a little." She removed the vibrator from the base of my cock and slid it into her pussy moving it in and out for a minute before replacing it on my cock...this time moving it slowly along the length leaving a shining trail of her pussy juice behind it. "Better?" Oh yes...much." "Do continue" she murmured. "Well...pretty soon he blows his load into her pussy...even though she clearly hasn't reached a climax yet. He pulls his collapsing cock out of her and she saying things like "Oh no...please don't stop...I'm so close." "He tells her to wait a minute and gestures for me to replace him. I don't have to be asked twice. I slide my cock into her soaking cunt and take up where he left off." "She immediately senses a difference and say's...Oh...how did you get so much harder...this feels so nice." "Of course I don't say anything...I just keep fucking her." Once again Amber removed the vibrator from my aching cock saying, "I think you need a little more lubrication", and proceeded to move it in and out of her pussy...this time for quite a bit longer. As a matter of fact I started telling the story again and she was still...moving it in and out. "Anyway she reaches up with her free hand to touch my face...and clearly she feels something different...but she keeps getting wetter and wetter. At this point I don't think she can help it...and I keep fucking her...getting nearer and nearer to...blowing my own load...in her pussy." At this point Amber replaced the vibrator on my cock...this time it was switched on high. She left it on the tip of my cock...getting my own lubrication on it and then began moving it up and down my boner...the feeling was so intense...really I thought I might die then and there. "Go on" Amber urged. "Well... she knows that something isn't right...I think she suspects that another man is fucking her. After all I am a little longer and thicker than her husband...she reaches up and pulls the blindfold off." "Oh my." Amber gasped. "Her face is a study of shock and recognition, she hesitates...says my name...and asks me what I'm doing. "Fucking you" is my reply and behind me I hear her husband saying "Don't stop, keep fucking her." Amber removed the vibrator from my cock and resumed slipping it in and out of her own pussy. "Just getting...a little more lubrication." At this point I realized that she could impregnate herself with her toy...it had my sperm all over it...but it was too late so I held my tongue and listened to the wet slippery sounds she was making. "What happens next" Amber gasped. "She tries to pull away but her restraints won't let her so she says..."Please stop fucking...my pussy." But I keep right on sliding my cock in and out getting closer and closer. I can see her husband watching us...and jacking himself off as he does." "This is so hot." Amber murmured masturbating rapidly with the vibrator and then withdrawing it and resting the end of it on her clit. "Please...continue." "His wife trues to push me away with her free hand but it's no good. She's really not strong enough and what I know that her husband doesn't...is that she's really not trying...that hard." "So you just keep fucking her" Amber gasped. "Yeah and she's saying stuff like, "Please don't make me cream all over your hard cock," she's getting wetter and wetter but I don't think she's aware that we are having unprotected sex...at least until I'm ready to blow my load. As soon as she feels that first jet of cream gushing against her unprotected cervix she gasps and says "Are you...doing it without a condom?" "And you are filling her up aren't you." Amber said, arching her pelvis so her clit was just touching the vibrator. "Yes I am...but it's too late for her to do anything about it and she starts to climax in spite of herself while I fill her to overflowing. As soon as I finish, her husband takes my place again and starts fucking her while she is still climaxing." "Does she like it...by now?" "No, she's calling him names and telling him to stop but there's really nothing she can do to make him stop and he just keeps on fucking her. "What are you doing?" "Watching and jacking off." "You're already hard?" "This is really hot and I can't help myself...I'm figuring once he finishes a second time I ought to be able to blow another load in her pussy. "So...how does it end?" He just keeps fucking her while I watch until she has another climax...in spite of herself and he empties his balls into her and then I take his place and do the same. "Oh god" Amber gasped, "I'm doing the same...right now...do you want to watch...me cream my pussy for you." I changed place so my face was down by her pussy. I felt my cock, which was now up by her face brush her smooth, soft cheek and almost started creaming right there. At that moment our bedside alarm started going off. It was a distraction but really nothing could've stopped what was about to happen. I could see her touch the tip of the vibrator to her clit delicately and then remove it, then put it back as I watched she began to slowly gush cream...suddenly I felt my cock enveloped in warmth and realized that she had taken me into her mouth. That was all it took for me. I felt my balls begin to tighten preparing to expel the remainder of my semen and as the first jet squirted from the tip she removed her lips. I heard her gasping, "do it in my hair, I...need the protein". I then proceeded to expel my diminishing supply of hot sperm into her blonde hair as she continued touching the vibrator to her clit and then slid it deep inside of her as we both shuddered in mutual bliss. A few minutes later we stirred. Amber stretched happily. She was covered more or less from head to toe with drying sperm and her own juices as well. "Look at us...I'd like to go to work this way...but people would talk, let's hit the shower." An hour later we were showered, dressed, full of coffee and headed out the door. Despite her indiscretion with the vibrator Amber was not pregnant. She started her period about a week after our evening together. This was the beginning of one of my most unique and memorable relationships. It is one that I cherish even now. Many of the stories we whispered to each other in the darkness have found their way into my Intimate Confessions. If you liked it, vote and drop me a line. Maybe if you'd like to discuss it with me I'll be happy to give you a call.