Kit's Confession - Sex Stories

Kit's Confession

... not see that before?”

“No, I put everything out of my mind. I’ve never relived it ‘til I told you all the details...I just lived with all the guilt and shame of being an incest victim of a sexually aggressive male just like feminists and the news media convinced me I was. Hell, I was the predator, not the victim....”

Kit was still absent-mindedly playing with my cock and she was finally having some affect on me. “I would have loved to have watched him fucking you.” I told her bluntly as she slowly stroked me.

That was the wonderful thing about Kit; you could say the rudest things to her and she wouldn’t get all prissy like a lot of girls would. She gave me a look betraying her own sexual arousal at the thought of putting on such a show for me; perhaps also thinking it might be nice to have another romp with her lucky cousin.

“So I shouldn’t be feeling guilty that I gave it to my own cousin? That I used my tits to get him to fuck me?”

“Not in my opinion.” I answered. I was growing hard again as her hand worked me faster.

She was silent a second as she looked down at my erection, then grinned at me with obvious pleasure “Look how big it is!” she chortled.

She climbed on top of me then and kissed me very hard. She impaled herself on my stiff meat and began rolling her hips in a fucking motion.

I’m only human, so my third erection didn’t last very long before I became soft again, without cumming. A little disappointed, Kit laid her head on my chest and ...

... snuggled. She soon fell asleep, breathing softly, her breasts pressed warmly against my ribs. I reached down and pulled the light sofa quilt over her shoulders and I held my girlfriend in my arms while she slept.

EPILOGUE

I got a great paying job in another city & decided to end our relationship at that point. In my own selfish way I loved Kit very much but our time together had started before I had dealt emotionally with Leanne and somehow that had always held me back from committing to Kit the way a boyfriend ought to.

I looked up Kit whenever I got back to town on business. Finally making some decent coin, it was nice to take her to restaurants I couldn’t have afforded back when we were dating and I had that crappy job.

Against her friends’ advice we would sleep together. After sex, we would cuddle up spoon-fashion all night same as we used to do when we were going out.

The photo of Kit lying on her back on the floor, was taken on one of these visits. The photo of her sucking my cock was another one.

Inevitably, Kit met some guy ready to commit to a serious relationship. I still wanted her and unashamedly tried to convince her she could screw me without him ever knowing but she was determined to stay loyal to his prick.

Well, I knew she would; she had been quite loyal to me, too, even though she had had my permission to go to bed with anyone she wanted to.

I only heard from Kit once more after that, following several years of silence. She found me ...