Carol Anne - Confession Pt 1

[polecat 247]

Confession was a huge part in Carol Anne's master plan of feeling good. They say confession is good for the soul but early on in Carol Anne's metamorphosis she learned that is even better for her pussy. I concur wholeheartedly, it was great for my balls.

In retrospect I think I understand the entire strategy. Her confessions were necessary in two somewhat different ways. Firstly they allowed her to coyly and innocently open new avenues for sex games - ones that had not been tried before. And it allowed it in a way that she had no guilt or inhibitions about it. The second way was that it was a playful method of getting my dick rock hard in seconds so I would give her what she really craved. I got to learn to read between the two in time but I absolutely loved the "new horizons" confession. They meant the day would end with crazy sex and unimaginable orgasms. She had a very colorful imagination.

Oh, one more thing about Carol Anne's confessions. They were tailored for her to engage in exhitionism - something that she constantly wanted to do but it was difficult for her without an opening confession. I hope you understand that because it sounds confusing as I write it but I don't really know how to put the idea across more clearly.

OK. Enough psychology. Now some of my ex-dickthrob's antics.

I walked into the kitchen after work. Carol Anne has her back to me as she is working on something on the counter. Man's shirt, panties, socks - normal home attire for her. As I throw my lunchbox on the table, I see there is a soup ladle by my place. Nothing unusal about that, right? Not at all except it is resting on a pair of panties and 2 socks, which were thrown down to rest the ladle on.

I ask why the ladle and the underwear. She very naturally blurts out "Oh. I was cooking myself lunch and I had to pee but didn't have time to leave so I thought it would be a good idea to pee in that ladle."

(Sorry I have to stop this account for a second to point out that this was classic Carol Anne shennanigans. The confessions made it easier for her to get a game going but even further, the visible prop made it easier for her to confess because when I saw these obviously out-of-place items, I would question them and that would allow her to matter-of-factly explain her confession to me).

I eagerly replied "Really? Show me." (Show and tell was also a huge part of the confession games and this was a "show" part). Carol Anne apologized "I don't have to pee right now hunny bunny."

But in less than 3 minutes later, as we were talking about our day, she did. She nonchalently walked over and scooped up the ladle, leaving the panties and socks on the table (she was wearing fresh panties and socks). She stood before me and slid her panties down to mid-thigh. She parted her legs just enough to fit the ladle tightly between her thighs, about 3 inches below the bottom of her pussy lips. As I roughly rubbed by bulging cock through my pants, Carol Anne peed into the ladle. It soon filled then ran in little streams down her thighs, wetting her panties, legs, socks and leaving a slowly growing pee puddle on the floor.

She looked down at the little accidental spill and said "Yeah. That's what happened before. I thought it would work."

I held her waist, turned her and leaned her over the table, lower my pants and sprung my cock out. I slid it against her pussy lips a half dozen times (she  loved having my hard cock slide up and down her pussy lips, teasing the full length of her pussy and doing a little twingle on her clit). I slowly pushed my hardness as deep as it could go in her wet hole and fucked her, coming all the way out, pushing all the way in with a slow steady rythm. Soon she got close to the edge and start bucking like a wild horse against me, coming very hard.

I had come already as it was not possible to hold back after seeing my girlfriend pee in the spoon between her thighs right in front of me. This vision haunted me two times before the end of the night and wound up with me diving between her legs later while she was laying on her back reading, and lapping her to 2 crazy orgasms before fucking her. I also ambushed her as she walked past me and teased her clit until she sat on me and fucked me jumping up and down like she was on a pogo stick.

That was a "show" so I will clarify the game by relating a "tell." They both were smoking hot in their own way.

There was a living room throw pillow on top of the washing machine. It has a wet spot about 8 inches in diameter. It has been left right where I could not miss it as I walked from the porch through the laundry room into the back door.

Just as am supposed to do, I ask "Oh you are washing the living room pillows?" Carol Anne, in her devilish pretend innocence retorts "No. Just that one." I am obligated to give the standard command "Tell me." On that cue she then proceeds to do just that, in every living color detail.

"I was sitting on the floor watching TV and it wasn't very comfortable. So I got a pillow and sat on it. It was a little better but still not really comfortable." I help the story move by coaching "Then?" Carol Anne continues with "Then I tried folding the pillow and bunching it up like this (she makes a motion with her hands). That was a lot more comfy. But then a couple minutes later it's like it was too comfortable and made me feel tingly and ticklish. So I started touching where it tickled. It felt good and it felt kind of slippery. Well, actually, very slippery. I tickled myself a little then I couldn't help it. I had to go inside and rub with one finger. And rub and rub and suddenly I was more comfortable than I had been all morning and before I knew it, my hand got drenched."

"It felt really nice. I didn't plan it but I did it again in a couple minutes and the same thing happened." I gently but firmly interrogated her "How many times? Tell me."

"I think 4. No 6. No... I don't remember. But I liked it. And you weren't here to help" she accusingly turned the blame.

I quizzed "The pillow is awful wet isn't it?" and she recoiled with "I'm getting to that."

"Tell me" were my only words. "Well... after all the tickling I felt kind of weak... and I didn't want to get up... and the movie got really good... and I had to pee. I knew the pillow was already wet and it wouldn't hurt to pee on it so I guess I did."

"You guess?"

"Yeah."

I pushed her into the living room and down on the floor where I fucked her in the craziest missionary position fuck of my life. I could feel she was happy to get such a strong reaction from me as that was her reason for the whole game.

Out of the blue confessions were meant to shock me into a boner...

I was sitting on the sofa and Carol Anne comes in and says "I have to tell you something" like there is an emergency. She plops down across my lap and begins "I used to have this big Teddy bear." I just stop and turn my attention to her and say "tell me."

"He was this big (motions with hands). I slept with him every night when I was little and then as I started to get ticklish feelings, sometimes I slept on top of him. He felt good with his cool nose against just the right place, especially if I got slippery. Then his nose felt real real good. I could even wake up in the middle of the night and kneel over top of him and he would make me feel gushy and tingly and wet. A couple of times I peed on his face, just a little, because he told me he liked it... he said he liked it a lot. I told him it would have to our secret because we would both get in trouble and would not be able to sleep together anymore."

Carol Anne reached betwen her legs and unzipped my fly. She knew then that her confession had been a success. She forced my underpants down and furiously rubbed the tip of my cock against her clit and sticky wet lips until she came and squirted a bit on my pants. I didn't even get my dick inside her but we both came so hard from that little game.

-more later-