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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