"Who I Did Last Summer"
Warning: This content is very Raunchy, Erotic (more than usual for this site) and contains strong language but is meant for good entertainment, a contribution by "The Cat"...Enjoy!
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Who I Did Last Summer (sequel to: "The Suprise Visit")
by: The Cat
APR 99
Well... Three days ago, this past Friday, I took my girlfriend to the
bus
station for her return trip to Kansas State University in Manhattan, KS,
and to
await my return in two weeks when college registration begins. Yesterday
our
neighbor, Carla, with whom Sonja and I had enjoyed the last four weeks
of
roleplaying and sex, described what she thought would be a fun way for
she and I
to continue our sexual roundevious at her house. Sonja knows all about
this. So,
for the last four weeks while my parents were away on vacation, the
three of us
explored various mild roleplaying scenarios and tried a little public
exhibitionism, leather, rubber, S&M, and domination/slave roles. We
didn't get
nearly as kinky as we could have, but all three of us found we really
got into
and enjoyed being exhibitionists with leather, pantyhose, and skin tight
lycra.
Carla and Sonja aren't into other women sexually, but at my urging they
would do
a little fondling, licking and kissing for my erotic enjoyment. I owe
them big
time for that, and Sonja said she would let me know what she wanted in
return
when I joined her at college and our shared apartment. Carla, on the
other hand,
stated her request flat out.
Every night from now until I leave for college she wants me to dress in
some
black dance clothes and sneak into her house between eleven and one am,
like
some thief, for sex. She loves to roleplay and she said to simply play
along
with whatever happened. For what she and Sonja did at my request, this
is a
small price to pay. Of course I instantly agreed.
I picked my parents up from the airport Saturday and they tried to relax
while
gearing themselves up for work on Monday.
During the weekdays I did my usual stretching on the back porch. Today
I'm
wearing only my new sexy G-string that Sonja bought me before she left.
It's a
soft shiny black leather with silver studs around the pouch and thin
leather
strings holding it on my slender hips. And as has become our usual game
during
the day Carla would come out on her second floor porch in her red silk
bathrobe
to just relax and read, but mostly to watch me stretch. For over an hour
I give
her a real show. Sometimes letting my erection slip out of the top of
the
leather G-string. Or on occasion removing my thong or G-string all
together.
And as I watch her watching me, she likes to finger herself, letting her
bathrobe fall wide open. I don't think it gets much better than this.
Then my parents would come home usually between six and eight pm. We'd
often go
out to eat, and for them, it'd be about time for bed. Mine and my
parents
bedrooms are on the second floor. Mine is in one corner of the house,
facing the
backyard and our yuppy neighbors. Since I'm in reasonably good shape I
went out
and bought a thick rope and knotted it every couple of feet and hung it
out my
window, to climb up and down. I know it's a little dangerous but I feel
fairly
confident in my abilities to not let myself slip and fall.
Why I'm laying on the ground, with a broken leg, below my window with a
rope
hanging out of it, and wearing black tights and a leotard, might be
somewhat
difficult to explain. So I'm extra careful doing it.
Carla said she would leave a window open on the backyard side of her
house for
me to climb in thru. The door being far to easy.
Monday night. My parents first day back to work in four weeks. I waited
until
midnight to head over to Carla's. Being the first night, I can't tell
you how
nervous I was. Sneaking out of the house without someone seeing me.
Climbing
down the rope. Sneaking over to my neighbor's and in through a window.
It was an
incredible rush! Then reversing the process to return, hopefully before
anyone had noticed I was gone. I didn't have to worry too much about
someone
finding out I was gone. My parents would be sound asleep. But just to be
on the
safe side, I would place some pillows in my bed and, hopefully, make
them look
like I was still there and asleep.
Carla told me what she liked and how she wanted me to dress for her
erotic
midnight encounters and I happily agreed. Tonight I put on a pair of
thin
tights that I slit the seam in the crouch for my manhood to hand out of,
and a
pair of black ballet slippers. A black lycra leotard with long sleeves
and a
turtleneck. I reached back and pulled the zipper up to the top of the
neck. Then
a pair of black lycra gloves and finally I glued on the black rubber
Robin eye
mask that we'd been using off and on these past four weeks.
My heart was racing with excitement. I had moved my large cedar chest in
front
of the window earlier in the day and now tied the rope around it. I
slowly
climbed down the rope. Easy. Once on the ground I slipped silently
through our
yard and through the gate connecting our backyards. The open window was
on the
porch and about knee high. I easily stepped through it and into her
kitchen. A
small candle burned as it sat on a plate. Next to it on the counter lay
a note.
It read simply, `Have your way with me.' I blew out the candle. All the
lights
were off and I stood for a few minutes and let my eyes adjust to her
dark house.
No tall, overhead, illuminate the neighborhood, street lights in here.
Then I
crept up the stairs to her bedroom. I had only her note to go on, as to
what she
wanted to roleplay. I reached the top of the steps and peeked into her
bedroom.
Carla's king size bed with four large wooden corner posts was to my
right.
Windows in the wall facing me, and a closet covered the wall to my left.
Carla
lay under only a single beige satin sheet on her bed. It lay against her
body
like some shiny beige liquid. It was easy to see that she slept in the
nude. She
always did. I crept over and stood by the head of the bed. Then I pulled
the
crouch of my leotard back and stroked my shaft rigid. Then I prepared
myself,
and jerked the sheet back that covered her body. It barely made a sound
as it
seemed to float off the end of the bed. Carla's eyes popped open as she
rolled
from her side to her back. I clamped my hand over her mouth and jumped
between
her legs. I leaned over until my face was just over hers.
Whispering in a sweet little voice. "Don't resist. Give in."
I smiled at her, then reached down and placed my round head between her
lips
and rubbed it up and down. Carla's eyes half closed and I felt her
breathing
increase.
"I'm going to remove my hand. Hush, and make no sound this night."
Carla nodded. I slid my hand down her chest, cupping and fondling her
full
breasts even as I jerked my hips forward driving my shaft deep into wet
tunnel.
She opened her mouth but no sound came out, and she arched her back. I
began
pumping my shaft into her. Carla reached back and grabbed at the wooden
slats of
the headboard. Her legs were wrapped around my waist as she squirmed
under me.
My eyes riveted to her breasts as they swayed from side to side. Her
brown
nipples were large and erect. Her hips moved out to meet my tool as I
slammed it
forward into her hips. That luscious feeling of my cock sliding into her
hot wet
pussy. Feeling my round head bump into the end of her love tunnel each
time I
impaled her. I pounded her pussy fast and furious.
Carla finally bucked several times as I pounded her. I kept thrusting my
member
into her hot cunt. Her juices squishing out around the edges of my shaft
as she
came. Then she collapsed on the bed.
But I didn't stop pumping her. Her pussy was now swollen and hyper
sensitive and
I continued to pound my cock into her pussy. I listen to that wonderful
juicy
sound as my rod penetrated her until my loins filled with pleasure and
cum shot
from my round head and filled her clit. Our juices mixed and again
squirting out
around the sides of my cock as it softened.
I pulled out of her and moved around to the side of the bed near her
head.
"Lick me clean."
Carla leaned over and her mouth sucked my limp dick in. I moaned with
delight.
Her mouth was almost as hot as her pussy, and her tongue licked around
my balls
then sucked my limp shaft clean. I pulled it out of her mouth and
covered it
with my leotard. I reached over to her neck.
"Now a simple nerve pinch on the neck and you'll be out for several
minutes."
gently squeezed the side of Carla's neck and she pretended to go limp on
her
bed. "More than long enough to disappear into the night."
I let my fingers caress their way from her neck to her ankle. Lightly
circling
one nipple, then her navel, barely touching the top of her shaved clit.
I crept
out of her house, taking the note by the candle with me, and climbed
back up to
my room. My heart was racing as I climbed through my window. Quickly
removing my
clothes, I climbed into my bed. But sleep did not come quickly. Images
and
alternative scenarios kept running through my mind before I finally
slept.
One night in particular was very different from all the rest. I slipped
through
her
open kitchen window and the note read, "Defend yourself and fight your
way to me
and rescue me." Next to the note lay a paint pellet gun. It looked like
pictures
I'd seem of a colt 45. I pointed it at the wall and pulled the trigger.
A soft
`pop' sound and a red spot about three or four inches around appeared. I
started to look around the kitchen and noticed one of those green night
lights
plugged in in every room. Just enough light to see by.
My heart skipped a beat as a white arm extended around the corner and I
heard
the soft `pop' of another paint pellet gun being fired. This time at me.
A red
stain appeared on the wall behind me. I ducked and moved around the
island in
the center of the kitchen, and froze. Now the note made sense.
After a few minutes of waiting and watching the door I saw a woman that
I didn't
recognize, dressed all in white. Longsleeve lycra leotard, sheer tights
and
white pumps. The night light gave the white lycra an erie green tinge.
She was
standing right up against the edge of the door. The hand holding the gun
was up
in the air in front of her and ready.
I was in the dark shadow behind the island. No movement. No sound.
Suddenly she
whipped around the corner and leveled her gun, searching the room. I
pointed the
gun at her hips and pulled the trigger. Pop. A red stain appeared just
above her
crouch. She made a face and her hand grabbed for the pretend gut wound.
I pulled
the trigger again. Another stain appeared just above her hand. Her gun
dropped
to the floor. Pop. Another stain. She staggered back and dropped to her
knees,
then fell back, still moaning and clutching her belly. I stood and she
raised up
slightly. Wrong move. Another stain appeared between her breasts and she
jerked
back and lay still.
Pop. I jumped as another stain appeared on the door jam next to me and I
peeked
around the corner. Another woman was crouched at the base of the steps
half
behind the railing, at the far end of the hallway. She too was in white
but
instead of white tights she had plain nude hose. Then I noticed her huge
breasts. Had to be double D's! The thin white lycra was stretched very
tightly
over them. And it was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. Her dark nipples
were
massive and hard under the shiny fabric.
Pop, another red stain appeared behind me on the door jam. I dropped low
and
raised my arm and fired. Aiming between the railings. Pop. She raised
her arms
and jerked back against the wall. A red circle on the edge of one large
tit.
Pop, pop, pop, pop. Two red stains appeared on or near each of her dark
rock
hard nipples. Her body jerking as each pellet hit. Her arms dropped and
she slid
down the wall and sat on the floor. Finally slumping over to one side.
I moved cautiously to the end of the steps. Climbing slowly. At the top
of the
steps I flattened myself against the wall outside of Carla's bedroom
door.
Peeked around the door.
Carla was tied spread eagle to her bed posts. Pink stockings and garters
with a
lacy bra. Stiletto heeled pumps with thin ankle straps. A gag held a
ball in her
mouth. My cock jumped. I was ready, but `pop', jerked me back to
reality. A
third woman, dressed only in a sheer white catsuit with high heels,
stood behind
Carla. Making Carla her human shield. She was young, maybe eighteen,
petite, and
had long black hair to her tight round rear. She was Japanese and very
beautiful.
She peered around Carla's body.
"So my love, this is your white knight." She had a modest accent with a
real
take charge tone. "He wouldn't be able to save you. Come in Peter. Let
me see
you. First, of course, drop your gun in the doorway."
I quietly and quickly went to the bottom of the steps and carried the
woman back
up to the bedroom door and entered with her in front of me.
She became angry. "Step out from behind her and face me."
I moved around the bed and she moved behind Carla and over the bed and
dove for
the door. I dropped my corpse and shot her in the back. She arched and
stopped
in the door. I pumped another round into her. Again she arched her back
and
turned, holding the door frame. One arm behind her back. She raised her
gun. I
fired first. A red stain appeared in the center of her chest. She jerked
and
fell back to the floor.
I untied Carla and carried her down stairs to the kitchen.
"Well, that was really different." I said.
"Yes it was. I wasn't sure when I set it up, but it worked out quite
well."
The three woman appeared in the kitchen doorway.
"Peter, this is Soo Lin, from my aerobics class," She bowed. "and
Barbara and
Linda. Two of my cousins."
"Ladies."
"Thank you ladies for participating in my little roleplaying scenario. I
will
see you all tomorrow for lunch."
Carla herded them to the front door. She closed and locked it behind
them.
"Now it's just you and me Peter."
I pointed my gun at her. "No, it's just me."
Pop. A red stain appeared just below her chest and she jerked back. Her
eyes
wide with mock horror. Her hand touched the red and she looked up at me.
Pop, pop. She jerked and fell to the floor.
I placed the gun back on the counter next to the candle, took the note
and
slipped out the window and back to my room to record my thoughts.
The next night, Carla made up for not getting fucked the night before.
She used
the gun, caught a thief in her house, tied me down and pumped me dry for
several
hours!
So it went for the next two weeks. And every night I would put on a pair
of
black tights and a leotard and sneak over to Carla's bedroom. And
afterwards,
when I returned to my bedroom, I would take with me the note she would
leave for
me by the candle. Entering into my journal I kept in my laptop, word for
word,
what she had written for me to do, or expect. I would carefully burn
each note
afterwards. Then spend a few minutes recording the details of that
nights
events, thoughts and feelings.
That Saturday morning about 8:30am I through my last bag of stuff into
an old
used volvo my parents had bought for me. Both of them standing and
talking to
our neighbors waiting for me to finish.
"Ok, that's it. Oh, I've got to say good-bye to Carla. I'll be just a
few
minutes."
"All right Peter."
I trotted over into her backyard and knocked on her back door. Carla let
me in.
Her luscious body encased in a bright blue lycra leotard and sheer gray
tights.
We kissed for several seconds before we pulled apart.
"Are you ready to head back to school?"
"Sure. Everything's packed. What's with the tights and leotard?"
"Today I start lifting weights at the gym. Every day. I thought I'd get
to know
some of the muscle bound guys there and find one with a big cock who
isn't a
jerk and seduce him. Hey, I have to do something until you and Sonja get
back."
I laughted lightly. "Wonderful. We'll expect you to have a buffed body
when we
come back. Send us a picture of you and him in tights."
"Will do. And I have a gift for you and Sonja."
Carla's hands expertly
unbuckled
my belt. Unsnapped my jeans and unzipped my fly before I even realized
she had
done it. "But first a little something to send you on your way this
beautiful
Saturday morning."
She pulled my jeans down about my thighs and pulled the top of my lycra
thong
over the top of my erection and wasted no time with pleasantries. Her
mouth
sucked my shaft in and her head bobbed back and forth along my penis. I
ran my
fingers through her thick curly hair. My hips meeting her head as it
bobbed
forward. My loins quickly filled with pleasure and I shot a load in her
mouth.
She greedily sucked and swallowed it all, waiting just a minute for that
last drop before sucking and licking me clean. She stood. I redid my
pants.
I took a deep breath. "Wow. Thanks."
"Now, here's a little gift for the two of you. But you have to promise
not to
open it until you are at school with Sonja."
She handed me the gift wrapped in shiny black paper with silver ribbon.
It
looked like a book.
"Promise."
"Whoops... I think I hear your parents calling for you. Email me with
your
schedules."
I headed out the back door. "Will do Carla. And thanks." I waved.
"Chow Peter."
I hurried back to my car and hopped in tossing the gift on the seat next
to me.
I said my good-byes to mom and dad and headed off to college. Sonja had
emailed
me the evening before saying she waited lustfully for me. Thoughts of
her filled
my head for the rest of the day.