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Carol and John on the Couch
by Johnny

Down in the basement of her apartment, Carol and John lounged on the
couch smooching and fondling one another. The lights were low. They had
their shoes off and were snuggling.

"What's the weirdest sexual thing you've ever done, John?", Carol asked.

"Well, when I was 14, One time I was sitting naked, jerking off in my
bedroom. My parents were gone for the day. I'd seen this movie recently
where this woman got held against a wall and strangled. For some reason, thinking about it was making me hot. I got a raging boner, really. You
know that sometimes I like to hold my breath when I'm about to come,
yeah? I got this urge to be choked."

"Yeah, I've noticed that!" giggled Carol.

"So, I was jerking off and getting all hot, thinking about stuff like
that, like being strangled. So, I got this idea to try choking myself
some while I beat my meat. I went and got the cord from my housecoat and
went into the closet. You know how the shelves go way up on the sides of
my closet? I stuck a pole across from one shelf to another, about seven
feet up. Then I went and found a footstool to stand on..."

Carol's eyes got all big and bright. "You didn't! Did you? That sounds dangerous!"

"Yeah, I know. I've done a lot of stupid things, I guess." John answered.

"But don't let me interrupt you, I want to know what happened next! It
sounds kind of hot and nasty actually."

"Then I put a loop of the bathrobe cord around my neck and got up on the footstool. I passed the loose ends of the cord over the pole, and pulled
out all the slack. My boner was getting pretty hard by then and....Humm,
I think you like this story, don't you?"

Carol had her skirt hiked up and was rubbing her pussy through her
panties. She must have been getting pretty wet, because John could smell
her. She laughed, "Go on!"

"Okay," continued John, "I was getting really hot; like my cock was just throbbing and starting to ooze too. I was having all these hot
fantasies, like that I was a convicted prisoner about to be hung. I was thinking about I'd have a crowd gathered around to watch, like an
old-fashioned hanging. When I started trembling, I stepped off the
stool. The cord-noose pulled tight around my neck. The next thing I
knew, I was swinging back and forth hanging by the neck."

"You naughty boy! What did it feel like? Did you like it?" asked Carol.
By now, she had pulled her panties to one side and was lazily teasing
the lips of her pussy with her fingertips.

"It was intense. My prick got so hard it hurt. I got dizzy, but it was a
nice kind of dizzy, like being stoned. I sort of swung back and forth
for a while, strangling. I came like that, too. It seemed to take a long
time! I was kind of kicking and giving a jerk each time my prick
spurted! I wasn't ever touching my cock when it shot off!"

"What a nice story!" Carol smiled. She let her panties snap back across
her pussy and stood up. She walked around behind the couch and leaned
down to hug and nuzzle him. Then she tugged his shirt off. She walked
around in front of him and slowly unbuttoned her shirt while staring
into his eyes. She could see that he had quite a hard on. She pulled her
skirt up and reaching underneath, slid her panties down her legs. He
watched her intently, admiring her smooth thighs as they flashed into
view, then disappeared under her skirt again.

"Take off your pants, Johnny." Carol ordered. John unbuttoned his pants,
then slid them off into a pile by his feet. His prick bobbed up between
his legs, throbbing. He slid lower on the couch.

Carol knelt over him, her thighs around his hips. She pulled her shirt
open and shoved her tits into his face. "Suck on them!" she ordered. He
caught a nipple between his lips and eagerly complied. She shifted lower
on his lap and he felt first her pubic hair tickle his hard prick, and
then the warm wet kiss of her pussy. She was very wet. She moaned as she
felt his prick sliding against her lips. It was only a moment before
impatience overcame her and she reached under her skirt and grabbed his
cock. She held it upright, aimed it at the mouth of her pussy, and then
slid down onto it with a sharp gasp. He felt her tighten around him.
Carol put her hands on John's shoulders and began to rise and fall on
him, grunting with each stroke. She felt that she would come quickly,
she was so excited to begin with. She wanted John to come too.

"You've been a bad boy" Carol told him. John looked at her with
surprise. She felt his prick jerk tauter inside her pussy. She stared
into his eyes, sharing the pleasure she felt growing stronger in her.

"And I'm going to have to punish you! Do you know how, you nasty naughty
boy?" she panted. John looked at her and tried to speak but could only
moan. He squeezed her breasts and tugged gently on the nipples as she
rode him. She slid her hands from his shoulders to his neck, and began
to tighten her hands around his throat.

"I think that I'm going to have to hang you! Yes, that's right, you're
going to get hung! Uuuh! What do you think of that? Naughty boy! It
makes you stiffer doesn't it?" She felt his prick grow completely rigid
inside her, slick and smooth in her pussy. She felt her clit throbbing.
He had slid his hands down to her hips and was clutching them tightly as
he bucked up to meet her pounding.

"I'm going to stand you on a stool, John, get you all excited and then
push you off and make you dangle in the air. I'll just stand there while
you kick, strangle, and spurt a big load! Won't you feel helpless?" Then
Carol tightened her grip, and he reacted by arching and shuddering
violently under her, shoving his prick as deeply into her cunt as he
could. She felt his prick jerking inside her as he came. It was enough
to push her over the edge, feeling him filling her with his seed. She
pumped her hips against him and gave a long cry as her clit seemed to
explode and waves of pleasure swept through her. Finally they slowed and unceremoniously fell over on their sides. Johnny's still twitching prick
slid from Carol wetly. She reached up to the back of the couch, pulled
the comforter down over her lover and herself, and then wrapped her arms
around him. In a few minutes they were asleep.


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