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 18, 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.
