Kit’s Confession

Kit’s Confession

With the exception that I have somewhat telescoped events and paraphrased our conversation to some extent, the following is a true story.

…And…There’s some photos of Kit in my Photo Gallery “Steweird” in the album “My G/F’s and Models”

Hostelling

I met Kit in a hostel on the Isle of Skye one wet afternoon when she sat down in the chair next to me and struck up a conversation. We lingered over a couple cups of tea and found we had a lot in common. Hit it off right away. She struck me as very intelligent and had big hooters which I eyed up while wondering what she looked like naked and what she was like to ‘boink’. I thought it was encouraging when she caught me eyeing her chest and didn’t get pissed off or anything!

I had just finished a weird relationship with some girl named Leanne. Leanne had had me turned all upside down for a couple of months while I was convinced I was in love with her.

Eventually Leanne unceremoniously dumped me so she could devote most of her free time sleeping with some guy she fell head over heels in love with. Only later did I find out that while we were dating she was doing a couple other guys on the side, too.

So I was kicking around Europe, trying to forget the whole stupid affair with Leanne. I was not, in any way, wanting a new relationship and that, of course, is when a new relationship is guaranteed to happen.

Kit and I kept running into each other; In Glasgow, Llanberis, Dublin, Galway, Cork. We started doing things together. Going to museums or pubbing, always with a crowd of hostellers; a loose collection of temporary friends moving in and out of our little circle. Best friends we had met 18 hours earlier who would be gone off to Belfast or Cherbourg next day, never to enter our lives again. That was what backpacking was. Kit was the only constant. We got close without even realizing a friendship was developing.





Parisian Love-making

Parting in Cork, Kit and I decided to meet each other in Paris. As things worked out 5 of us shared a pensione for a couple of nights. It was a mixed group of two guys, three girls. I saw some accidental tit when the other girls were changing while trying to be modest. Notwithstanding, everyone behaved platonically until the last night when the other three had gone their own ways, out of our lives and Kit and I spent the whole evening alone.

In the beginning, it was pretty uneventful, that first night we shared a room with unlimited privacy. We had a good chat and polished off two bottles of the best French wine, purchased for a pittance of their cost back home.

The subject of old flames came up.

Kit told me all about Dave. She had had a long term relationship with him. Despite being very close it had been a disaster in bed and Kit had blamed herself until Dave finally admitted he was queer and buggered off to take some cock up his ass. From that point, things re-evolved into a strong friendship between them. I got the feeling she was now looking for a new beau and I resolved to avoid becoming that beau. My hard cock and the alcohol had other ideas.

I spoke a little about Leanne and a few other old flames. Kit didn’t seem a bit insecure about my past girlfriends and asked several questions, some quite intimate. My cock grew hard at the memory of fucking Leanne and Winnie but I was sitting and Kit did not see it.

As the evening became late Kit lay on the floor, very drunk. She rolled onto her back and stretched luxuriously. She seemed to have one or two more buttons undone on her blouse than seemed appropriate. She arched her back as if deliberately emphasizing the size of her breasts and looked at me. “Aren’t you going to kiss me?” She asked bluntly.

It had been 3 months since I’d shot cum in Leanne so I was obviously in the mood to find out what Kit was like in the sack but I was equally determined not to end up with a girlfriend when we woke up next morning. I had correctly deduced that Kit was not the kind of girl who did one night stands and I most certainly was not needing a steady girlfriend at this confusing time in my life. (I found out much later that Kit had always had a fantasy about falling in love in Paris.)

Unfortunately, I was too horny and too drunk to resist the temptation of Kit’s big boobs, sitting there on her chest, filling up her demin shirt. A nice portion of boob was exposed to my inspection.

Fatefully, I came over to her and gave her a hard kiss, then a second one that turned into a wet passionate French kiss. My hand slid up to grab her tit and squeeze it eagerly, enjoying the beautiful softness she was letting me hold.

Her top and bra were off in 5 minutes. She lay there, uninhibitedly, with her boobs exposed. Her erect nipples drew me down to suck hard on them. As each nipple rolled in my mouth Kit stroked my head. Then she suddenly announced, without ceremony “It’s too soon to have sex.” This sudden little bit of Victorian morality was kind of strange because she sure turned out to be such an uninhibited little pervert in so many other ways as the next months were going to prove.

I was way too turned on to want to hear we weren’t going to screw quite yet and in no mood to jack off like in the innocent teen years with Virgin Winnie. “Let me just enjoy your nakedness, then” I said. I pulled my clothes off and lay naked on top of her, straddling her ribs. Her nipples were poking straight up, turning me on. My hard penis pointed towards her cleavage. On a whim I suddenly moved it up between her breasts. “Squeeze it.” I requested.

(ps please go to my Album for a picture of her squeezing my cock between her big rib balloons)

“I’ve heard about guys doing this to my friends.” Kit said as she enfolded my hardness in the white flesh of her lovely mushies.

I began to thrust slowly as my shaft slid pleasurably in her cleavage. Her breasts were still wet from me enthusiastically sucking and kissing them, leaving saliva all over her. It made a great lubricant. When it dried Kit re-lubricated me by licking my penis until it was drenched in enough of her own spit to let us continue with the tit-fuck; saliva-covered skin sliding pleasurably against saliva-covered skin.

I started stroking fast. After going so long without sex it didn’t take long for me to start squirting a large quantity of my sperm out onto her chest and neck. She calmly watched it flow out all over herself, enjoying how much exited my prick.

After, we cuddled together and talked while my semen dried on her perfumed skin, the two scents mixing together. She declined my offer to get some paper towels to wipe it off her; she told me she liked the smell of the stuff.

I love to hear girls talk about fucking. As we cuddled I asked her all about her past sex life with Dave and before. She answered all my questions very frankly until the subject of her first fuck came up and she answered somewhat vaguely, saying something about giving it up to “a friend of the family”. She got evasive when I pressed her for more details saying “I should not have done it” so I dropped it.

Kit and I slept in the same single bed that night, enjoying a second tit-fuck in the morning but we did not screw.



Fucking About in Europe

Over the next weeks we stayed together, wandering around Europe in the day and getting more sexually adventurous each evening. Oddly, it took a long time to finally get into some bonafide penetration:

1. In Compiègne she first sucked my cock but stopped before orgasm to have her tits plastered as I came.

2.