7 comments/ 109450 views/ 4 favorites Katrina's Opening Ch. 01 By: whatdoyousay This is my first story so I'd really appreciate any comments you may have - please email them to me. Thanks. Enjoy. * * * * * Chapter 1: Discoveries Sunlight rained down upon her. Invisible spiders spun out their webs, sprawling their majestic tapestries across her skin, the fragile workers of beauty unhurriedly painting their delicate masterpiece. Thousands of luminous tendrils extending downwards, traveling, touching, heating her youthful flesh, delivering unearthly radiance to the young woman's already glowing body. Katrina kneeled upon the dew coated grass and drank in the early morning light, the two opposing sensations of warmth and cold creating a perfect feeling of balance within her. She loved the physicality of the earth coupled with the spiritual essence of the new mornings light. Submissive blades of grass bent down beneath her weight, like soldiers laying down their arms, sinking themselves into the soft comforting fabric of Katrina's red satin pyjama bottoms, nature falling safely into the arms of beauty. Katrina begun all her days like this, letting her body and mind respond to the touch of the elements. "My body and mind" she pondered to herself, lately it didn't seem so, she had always felt strong, secure and dependent, someone who felt they knew themselves in all totality, but unfamiliar feelings were building within her, feelings she didn't understand, feelings she didn't feel she could control. She had suffered the aching in her for weeks now, a desire rising, it was becoming so strong she could no longer function normally. Her mind flicked back to the event that had inspired these feelings, the secret she had found, her Dad's little secret. Just her alone one day, nothing unusual at all about it, her parents out for the afternoon with friends, nothing to watch on television, a video seemed like an apt choice. Like so many times before she perused the video cabinet, when you're an only child with few friends you tend to spend much of your time experiencing life through the eyes of another. Today nothing seemed to strike out at her, why not try her Dad's collection, he collected all the old classics, movies that wouldn't usually be of interest to her, but perhaps it was time for a change, something different to stimulate her, to challenge her. She had cautiously approached the door to his private study and entered the dim room. It always seemed like a separate part of the house, so sterile, everything in its perfect place, ordered, unchangeable, just like her Dad. At the time she hadn't understood why she felt so nervous, a trespasser in her own home, though it wasn't impossible that she had sensed something, she had always had remarkable intuition. Shivering she stepped up to his video cabinet, pristine and polished, the scent of old pine, her shuffled footsteps emanating uncertainty, eyes darting anxiously about the room as if the walls themselves were spying and ready to raise alarm at her unbidden intrusion. The cabinet slid open easily and she ran her eyes along the titles of the videos, old 50's classics, another time and place, back when Charlton Heston was your modern day Brad Pitt. She scanned back and forth over the seemingly endless rows of tapes, urging one to stand out, a diamond in the rough. When confronted with an array of bright, dazzling colours, it is often the plain and ordinary that stands out the most, there amidst the sea of famous names was a simple unlabelled cassette tape. Making her selection she slid the tape out of the rack and closed the cabinet door. Everything as it had been. Undisturbed. Frozen room. It could almost be a painting. "Still life" she had thought dryly. Moving on into her room she eased the tape into the VCR, it slid right in, a perfect fit, well what did she expect she teased herself. Sitting on her bed with the remote in hand she pressed the play button, the familiar black screen appeared. The movie opened with two women sitting together on a couch, the husband of one of the women was just leaving for work, he exited and the girls began to kiss, "well this is pretty out there for a classic" she thought, alarm bells rang in her head as the women began to strip. She couldn't believe it, a porn movie! Blushing furiously she fumbled with the remote and pressed the stop button, she'd never seen a naked body other than her own and the small flashes you get in today's movies, this was something altogether different. Shock turned into curiosity and she pressed the play button again, the women began to moan as they licked each other's parts, now the husband had come home and had pulled out his penis. This was too much. Embarrassed Katrina quickly switched it off and rewound the video so no one would know she had seen it. She couldn't believe her Dad, it never seemed like this type of stuff was ever here, all hidden away. She felt betrayed. This guise her parents had lived under, like sex could never even be thought of in this house, it was such a façade, and now all was revealed like some veil had been torn asunder. Exposed to the real world at last. She returned the tape to the cabinet and started thinking about what she had just seen, it wasn't that she had never been aroused, she had, but it always was a faint thing that disappeared with time, but this, this was unfathomable, it had awakened her sex completely like a flower opening in the spring, "open for business" she joked to herself, she didn't feel in control, she wanted so desperately to just push her hand deep into her pants and rub and rub until she burst. She always felt reluctant to explore her body, like it just wasn't something to be done within the confines of this house, and if others could hold out and restrain from it then she should be able to as well. All lies. She didn't feel ashamed, but she felt she should feel ashamed, so she just ignored it all together. All week these images returned to her, fuelling her loins with a fire she had never known, so intense, so powerful, leaving her in her current state, hopelessly aroused. It was like the space in between her legs was a separate universe abiding by its own rules, inviting her, coaxing her to come and join them, to release herself to it. As much as she tried to put those images out of her mind, lock them in a place she never had to confront, never had to visit, she couldn't, and she didn't want to, the flame was calling, and she was the moth, drawn to experience the fire. At first it was just a tiny voice in the back of her mind, she would silence it but it would grow, tempting her, she thought she had escaped it and then would catch herself dwelling on those images, the sounds of savage flesh on flesh, and the heat would light between her thighs. She would cross and uncross her legs, trying to give them the friction they needed to let the blaze catch on. She found herself looking for any excuse to touch her body. An imaginary itch, rubbing her hand on her thigh, marveling at her touch as if it was something she had never ever before known, looking through new eyes, lustful eyes, somebody else's eyes. She would go to the bathroom just to feel the cool air on her secret places that were always locked away, so closeted in, to release them to the world, to show them whole to nobodies eyes but her own. Letting the gentle air fan her naked sex, arousing it. They needed to breathe just as much as she needed to breathe. Katrina would go to bed at night pressing her sex hard into the bed sheets, being sure not to cross any lines she had drawn up within her head, aware of them, always aware that she was one day going to cross every single one of them. She wanted it so much, and yet she felt she couldn't, her conscience, her mind, her pristine upbringing which seemed to have no place for something as polluted as this was confusing her, everything was telling her no, but her body, her thighs, her aching lips they were all screaming yes, and she wanted to scream yes too, to give over in one blinding moment of pleasure. But she silenced that voice, and instead just teased and taunted her body, leaving it aching, yearning...leaving her aching and yearning. Relishing those moments when the heat would rise to her face, traveling up her spine from her pants to her face. Making every moment in the shower stretch to an eternity, just to be alone with the torturous prison she was trapped in. Letting the water run madly over her body, letting it respond in delight with every drop that fell. Lathering ruggedly her breasts, and with delicate and lingering strokes, the passage that led from her pubic hair to her graceful mound. She skirted gently around all her entrances, letting the soft, soapy water wash away the passion that was sucking at her. Then coming out of the shower she would press the towel deep into her, loving the feeling of its coarse texture against her swollen, inflamed mouth. Pulling on her panties she would straighten them repeatedly, lavishly, smoothing and pressing them, pulling them up deep into her sex, letting the mouth kiss the soft fabric, dampening them, kissing so slowly, so teasingly, so wantonly, open and bold needing it, eating it, devouring like this flame was devouring her, body and mind, never at peace, always awake, always aware. She would lightly graze her exposed breasts with the back of her hand, the nipple instantly hardening with the sensation. She wondered if this was what foreplay was like. Frustration…maddening, heavenly, frustration. Sighing, Katrina stretched and headed back into the house from the garden where she kneeled. My body, my prison she smiled to herself. Was it fitting, that the only thing that you could call yourself in the world, was a lock, and you never were given a key, as a child she thought she had known and understood freedom, yet now it seemed like a forgotten concept, something she would never again experience. Everything around her would only arouse her further, all the different textures and temperatures, all the outward appearances of objects just seemed to be fronts for the truth beneath, sex craved objects, begging to be allowed entrance to her hidden hallways. "Ooohhhhh!!!!" she screamed inside her head, "I just want it…," she thought longingly. With her right hand she cupped her mound hard over the thin pyjamas she was wearing and let the energy bolt through her body before she quickly released her hand. Dazed she blinked and shook her head to clear it. That was almost too much she warned herself. You are standing on the brink, the chasm. The volcano ready to swallow you whole and pour its torrents out, molten lava trickling down between your legs. The thought intruded on her mind of stripping her clothes off and letting these urges come to life again. She ran up to the bathroom and slid off her pants throwing them in a heap on the floor. She then raised her pyjama top over her head, the fabric delightfully clawing at her breasts. She stood there in nothing but her blue underpants, nipples hard again in the morning air. Putting her hand between her legs again she gently applied pressure to the two lips that had formed an outline on her dampened underpants. Slowly she rolled her underpants down her thighs leaving them wrapped around her ankles. She wanted to look at her pussy again, to stare at it, inspect it and gaze at it, just watch it respond to her gaze, heat and swell and contract and swell, like a mouth gasping for water, aching for her touch, she let her hand hover daringly over it, cupping it, making it swell further. Running her hands through her pubic hairs, parting them, combing them with her hand, just to touch it, to be near it, the source of all this frustration. The hair perfectly framing that perfect little opening, so fresh and unknown. It struck her that the women she saw in the video didn't have any hair, they were bare, shaven, the thought maddened her, of feeling the cream over her legs and lips, of the cold blade darting, weaving in and out, cutting down the hairs like pillars, all my strength in my hair. Naked, more naked than she could ever be. Vulnerable. Exposed. Open. She wanted it. She wanted to be free of these chains that grew between her legs. Let them be cut down like flowers and fall to the ground. She grabbed the scissors from the drawer, and sat down on the furry mat that lay on the cold tiled bathroom floor, letting the wool of the mat tickle and stroke her anus, she opened her legs and began to trim. She cut the pubic hairs down to a length which would enable them to be more easily shaved, snipping eagerly, greedily, quickness in her throat, heart beating faster with anticipation and excitement caused from the tingling she was giving this sensitive area. When it was short enough to be shaved, she sprayed white foamy shaving cream into her hands and lathered it all over her pussy, coating it, letting it delight in the cooling foam. With a razor she slowly traversed across the outer edges, removing the cream, watching her pubic hairs swim into the sink as they left the razor, dancing in the rain as the water washed them down the drain. Carefully she worked on, her back aching slightly from bending over the way she was. Cutting her pussy hair. My bonsai plant she thought bemusedly. Dipping her hand into the sink she splashed the icy water over the area to remove the last of the remaining shaving cream. She carefully scrutinized her masterpiece in the mirror, so fine and bare of all the hair that had been there before, so bold and inviting, so new, fresh and unspoiled, a land untouched, a land unconquered…native…free. The work she had done, and the shaving cream were making it quiver in the air. The whole area was even more sensitive now with all trappings and linings gone, a gift unwrapped, her pussy unmasked, unclothed, exposed…she loved that word, just wanting to open it, she envisioned showing off her prize, letting the world gaze between her legs, it sent tremendous shivers through her. Catching a glance of herself in the mirror she took time to study herself, medium height, chestnut hair framing her face, spilling over her shoulders, behind her ears and down her back, every inch of her skin unadorned, she was beautiful, not perfect like you would see on a television screen, a perfection made perfect through human imperfections, sparse freckles scattered over her body adding depth to already striking features. Natural and real, like crisp unpolluted waters flowing through some undiscovered creek bed, she was a waterfall, clear and full, shining brown eyes that beheld all with wonder and love, a quick turn of the mouth and those eyes became sultry and sexy, a smile that emanated childlike exuberance would astonishingly melt into a woman's passion. She tossed her head to the side and shining locks of hair tumbled down upon her breasts, lovely hills rising from her body, a delicious brown nipple on each tip, longing to be touched, teased, sucked and licked. They were full breasts, not overly large, but enough to form a rather generous cleavage when she wore an open top, they were bold and upright, just like her. She ran her hand along her back and down over her ass, a firm tight ass that stuck out slightly when she wore tight clothes adding a voluptuousness to her youthful figure. Her legs of medium length were supple and rounded at the thigh, like a pedestal for her precious pearl. It was time to clean her pearl. She slid open the shower door and turned on the faucet letting the hot water jet down creating puddles at her feet. The room quickly filled up with steam frosting the bathroom mirror making her reflection blur from view. Katrina stood beneath the stream of running water, her hair quickly dampening, she felt elated by the flow that ebbed down her body, trickling down her toes into the drain, a tide slowly dissolving. Precious ankles, precious elbows, precious pussy begging for a kiss. The water lapped at her as it traveled down, enraging and igniting her sex all the more. She grabbed the soap with urgency and ran it all over her body, first down her arms and shoulders, then jumping to her legs and back, gradually inching towards the sensitive areas she so desired to touch. With trembling hands she brought the soap bar slowly over her anus, sliding her finger over the entrance in the pretense of cleaning. Moving to her tits, she massaged them with her hands, cresting the nipple and leaving a soapy trail along her chest. Falling now down to her stomach and lower still to the gap between her pussy lips, she pressed the soap into her sex, rubbing slowly, cautiously, her heart gaining speed. The soap slid out of her grasp clattering to the tiled floor, she bent over to pick it up again, her anus opening with her curved position, the water hammering into her ass, "oohhh…it feels so good" she moaned, past caring, she wanted release, heat rushing to her face, still stooped over she opened her ass cheeks to give the water better access to her anus and pussy, smacking her from behind, a lightening tongue forking in and out, fucking her. She pinched her nipples as the water attacked her, turning them a raging pink. So hot, this all encompassing surrender, Katrina stumbled backwards, pressing her ass against the glass doors, allowing some of the heat to dissipate. She turned over to her front and struggled to push her hot sex deep against the wall, rubbing it madly over the uneven surface, the icy touch enrapturing her. Turning again she placed her foot upon the soap stand and spread her pussy lips to the water, letting the water fondle her. Seeing herself in her mind like this - legs so obscenely splayed, tits raw and vicious, juices flowing from every orifice only to be washed immediately away - was making her horny beyond all limits of her restraint. She began to run a finger along her mound, probing it over the wet exterior and pushing it gently through the folds to the inner shell. First one finger and then two, she rubbed it, bringing her other hand down along her thighs then back up over her ass. Faster and faster she moved, her fingers quick and skilled like a weavers, eyes closing now, lost in the water, lost in this surrender. "I'm masterbating…" she moaned, the very words, the sounds of the syllables spinning her lust even further from her control, "pussy" she spoke huskily letting the thrill of saying the forbidden word course over her, "I want to be fucked!!," until now she hadn't even thought of a man, but now she had the man from the video imprinted in her mind, not so much him, but his long hardened device. She opened her eyes again, expelling the dream for a moment, and retrieved a shampoo bottle from its cradle on the shelf. Turning it upside down to the soft less abrasive end, she melded it with her pussy, not inserting, she didn't want to put anything in there yet, this was enough for now. She straddled the bottle, humping it, fucking it, burying her pussy over it, smothering it. She was going to explode!!!!… "Ding, Dong"…the doorbell, all heat ran from her body and a violent fear replaced it, did someone know what she was doing up here, had they come to tell her she was guilty for doing this, for enjoying this, for losing herself to this. "You're being silly and paranoid" she told herself, rationality replacing the shock that had so suddenly jolted her from her cloud. "Ding, Dong" ……."hold on, hold on" she muttered angrily now, her pussy was still alive, on fire, it was not tamed yet, still so hungry, a beast needing to be fed. She switched off the shower and half-heartedly rubbed herself down with a towel, simultaneously sliding on a nearby bathrobe to cover her wet nakedness. Her pussy seemed huge and alive to her, she almost felt tempted to leave the robe open and let whoever it was see this red hot mass that they had prevented her from appeasing. "Ding, Dong..." with a sigh she tied the robe closed around her waist and made her way through the house down to the front door. Seeing her reflection in the hall mirror stripped away any doubts that any man would even need to see her pussy to be turned on, any dripping wet girl with ample breasts wearing a robe that rode halfway up her thighs with no panties underneath would have men drooling at the thought, hell, it even had her drooling. "Hey sexy" she winked jokingly at herself, and with one last check to make sure everything under the robe was well concealed, Katrina slid across the latch and pulled open the front door. Katrina's Opening Ch. 01 "Oh, hello," a middle aged man beamed from the porch, "sorry to interrupt you" he continued, "I was just wondering if any adults were at home," she flushed with embarrassment, that really annoyed her, being treated as though she were still a child, she noticed this guy seemed to be straining to keep his eyes fixed on her face. Katrina mustered up as dignified a voice as she could considering her apparel and replied "I'm eighteen mister, so obviously I can help you with whatever it is that you want," she flushed again, that didn't come out quite the way she had intended. The man forcibly held back a smile, "well I am sorry maam, I meant no offense, I have a package to be delivered to this address and need an adult to sign for it, that would 'obviously' necessitate seeing some sort of proof of age." Katrina tapped her foot impatiently, hoping to get this over with quickly, not only had he interrupted her session, he also had the nerve to patronise her. She bet if he had any hint of exactly what she was just doing in the shower he wouldn't be so quick to dismiss her as a kid, undoubtedly he'd want to see it for himself, the very thought of making someone feel as powerless as her flesh was making her feel set her skin quivering again. Entertained by the notion she ceased her impatient tapping and instead tilted her head seductively, letting her hair flow down the right side of her face, and responding to his quip in a soft, sultry voice ..."and what exactly constitutes as proof," as she was saying this she lightly applied pressure to the bottom of her robe allowing a little of her inner thigh to be exposed to the man. Let his imagination drive him wild with what she might possibly be willing to show him if he felt inclined to join in on the game. The mans eyes dropped down instantly to her milky white thighs, as if noticing them for the first time, mentally envisioning the prizes that lay hidden only inches above his gaze. Katrina smiled wildly, she had a rabbit caught in the headlights, she cleared her throat to regain his attention. The man raised his eyebrows, aware much time had passed without him replying, he was still unsure where all this was headed so decided to take the safest route and let the girl steer events. "A driver's license would be fine" he replied casually, as if a million lustful thoughts weren't turning over in his mind. "Well I don't have one on me..." she smiled coyly, ..."but I do have one in the house, wait here, I'll just run in and get it." Katrina turned back into the house and rushed to her room to collect it, she wanted to tease this guy completely and utterly, have him literally begging for a glimpse of her naked body. Opening her drawer she decided to put some panties on, the more layers she had to peel off, the more enticed this guy would be, a pair of white cotton ones would suffice, she quickly slid her legs through the holes, one by one and pulled them up forming a tight encasing around her burning pelvis. She kept her breasts bare under the robe to create a disparity between her parts, one exposed, and one so carefully hidden, her heart was palpitating intensely, a cold nervousness gripped her but it was firmly held in tow by an unstoppable excitement. She nearly left the room without her license, "be cool now" she told herself cautiously and rummaged through her wallet to retrieve what seemed to her like a license into another self. Returning to the porch she spoke brightly "here you go…proof enough for you?," after all that the man barely even looked at the license, her age didn't seem of much import to him anymore, he had bigger and better things on his mind. "That's fine miss, it's just a formality, bureaucratic bull from the boys upstairs…if I could just get you to sign here," he indicated with his finger where she was to sign on the clipboard he was holding. "Sure…I'll need a pen," as she was saying this she folded her arms tight beneath her breasts, the pressure forcing the outline of her nipples to be visible against the sheer robe. His eyes fell immediately to her chest, "ummm…sure" he said with a hoarseness to his voice. A pen was passed over to her, as she reached out to retrieve it from him she let her robe fall open slightly, giving him the lovely vision of her cleavage. Peering down she could see a slight bulge had formed in the front of his pants. Now he was looking uncomfortable, she smiled wickedly as she signed her name, "do you always ogle girls half your age when you deliver packages?," the man began to stammer a defense but she cut him off, "you just seem so intent upon my chest, is there something there that you would perhaps like to see, you only have to ask, I am quite willing to entertain," she looked questioningly at him, a teacher waiting for a students response, the man gathered up whatever courage he could muster and spluttered out how he thought her breasts seemed so large and full under the robe and he would count himself a very lucky man if he got to see them in the flesh, Katrina laughed good-naturedly, "oh you would, would you? well we can't have you leaving here narrowly missing a chance to become such a 'lucky man', can we?," she brought both her hands up to her breasts and massaged them leisurely over the robe holding eye contact with him the entire time, she then took hold of each part of the robe that covered her breasts and pulled them to the side so he could now see the full expanse of her tits and her flat little stomach but still leaving the robe tied around the waist. The corner of his eyes kept skitting nervously from her breasts to the floor. "There's no need to be shy, don't look away, you can ogle me all you want, I like you looking, I like the fire that's glowing in your eyes now, wanting me, but you can't have me, I want to have me" she murmured seductively. He seemed a little confused at this, but turned his full view upon her, drinking in this radiant sight as if he were alone and anonymous. His erection seemed ready to tear open his pants. She ran the pen slowly over here breasts circling each nipple carefully, his hand had moved now to the enormous tent in his pants and he was rubbing it gently, half trying to cover it, half trying to awaken it even further, completely given over to his master. "Am I turning you on?" she inquired innocently, she lightly bit down on her lower lip and pinched a nipple nonchalantly between her fingertips, it became hard, angry and red with the pressure. Katrina raised the pen above her head and let it fall to the ground behind her, they both glanced down at it. "Oops…I better pick that up" she spoke huskily. Katrina bent down completely from the waist, not bending her knees at all, standing boldly on the tips of her toes, legs parted slightly, her calf muscles burning a little with the strain. This had the affect of making her already skimpy robe rise up way past her thighs. This man was being treated to the luscious sight of a teenage girls tight ass straining against her thin white cotton panties. Katrina held this position for a while, wiggling and waving her ass in the air, allowing the man to stare deep into the shadowed areas that the panties so artfully covered. It still wasn't time for him to see behind that veil. She raised herself up again holding the pen, "is there anything else?" she teased, gently nibbling on the end of the pen, the man was having a hard time restraining himself, she knew how much he wanted to see more, to touch himself, to feel the release she craved so much. She untied the belt of the robe, it fell open further, she trailed her finger down over her stomach, circling around her belly button and continued further so her finger was left dancing along the rim of her underpants. "hmmm….I wonder…this is a bit naughty, but…would you like to see inside my panties?…I have things in there that you just might like…" she tilted her head and beamed at him impishly, totally in command, Katrina couldn't manage it with herself, but she was in full mastery of this man, he seemed ready to pass out, so lost in the warmth of his blood filled member, he gasped as if it were getting too much for him to talk and merely nodded his head eagerly. Katrina beckoned with her finger for him to come closer, she pulled the fabric away slightly from her stomach and let him peer down, he could see she was completely shaven, but couldn't see down far enough to glimpse her actual opening, only the flesh above. She let the panties snap closed again and giggled, stepping back until she was stood against the porch wall. She placed a hand on each thigh and mechanically spread her legs for him, a tiny line had formed on her panties from the moisture flowing from her slit. She teased him unmercifully, leaning back against the wall, closing her robe a little so only half a breast was exposed up to the nipple, opening and closing her legs tantalizingly, putting on a private showing for him, "mmmm…this is making me so horny, are you getting horny too?" she rolled her tongue over her teeth, she was in another world. She ran the pen along the fabric of her underpants and toyed at the tiny damp area with it until it grew into a larger circle. "Can you see how wet I am under here, you can nearly see my little pussy through the material," she was whispering now, Katrina spread her legs wider so the lips pressed hard against the material and slid the pen down between them. She tugged at the waist band and ran her finger along the flesh where the panties intersected with her thighs. She dipped her hand into her panties to feel her shaven patch and ran it all over her pussy, he could see her fingers moving underneath her soaking wet panties. She pulled the panties upwards until they got sucked into her sex, the soft cotton strip folding in on itself and pulling sharp against her anus, she was millimeters away from being exposed, the whole shaven surface was visible to the man, a tiny strip of fabric was all that prevented him from seeing her bald wet pussy. She pulled them gently to the side, one lip of her pussy now partially exposed, she ran her hands along her inner thighs and moaned breathlessly "do you see it, can you see my hot little cunt, do you see how wet it is, you want to touch it don't you, you want to touch it and lick it, you want to fuck my little pussy don't you?." Bit by bit, she very slowly rolled the underpants down her legs, pausing momentarily before completely exposing herself, she was now completely naked again bar the robe, "look at it" she spread her legs to the fullest, the wetness between her legs glistening in the light. The man needed no encouragement. "Ooohhhh…" a needful shudder came from him. "Now your turn, show me your cock, unleash it from its prison, let it free, touch it, stroke it, feed it." The man urgently unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, the monster erection tumbling forth, heated and alive, growling at her, his primitive essence. It was so stiff, so hard, purple and mean, pleading to be touched, what a pair the two of them made. "Wank it for me, I want you to wank it." The man needed no telling, his hand had already fallen to his shaft, his eyes greedily devouring her pussy. His hand moving faster and faster, up and down the length of it, knees trembling. "ooohhh…touch your pussy for me" he commanded eagerly. Smiling, she spread her legs into a V shape and fingered herself, rubbing it, touching it, captivating the man, in awe of the spectacle of his pumping erection. Exposing herself to this stranger, and seeing his hungry cock were making Katrina hotter and crazier than ever before, she slid her index finger deep into the juicy opening, letting it linger there a moment before withdrawing it, with a wicked grin she raised it to her mouth and closed her lips around it, sucking at the finger as if it were the mans cock, her tongue sliding all around it. "I love your pussy, I love your cunt!," he muttered frantically now, driving himself, the pressure in his balls building and building. She quickly retrieved her dampened panties from the ground and handed them to him, "here, you can cum in these," the man quickly took the panties from her and wrapped them around his thickened rod, rubbing the fabric and her juices against his mighty organ. He stared intensely at her hole as if he could somehow be moved inside there simply by looking, a choking sound came from him and thick, hot, white semen spurted out of his dick, like molten lava, it seemed like it would never end. Whatever wasn't caught in the panties coagulated into one gooey mess on the doormat that greeted visitors "WELCOME." "This man certainly had been" she thought closing her robe back up again. Suddenly conscious he was out in open view of the fortunately deserted street, the man eagerly tucked his now flaccid penis back into its house. "So, was that my package," she smiled at him, he couldn't seem to look her in the face now that his cock was emptied. "Oh, no, that's here…" he managed to spit out, handing her a plain white box. He turned and started back down the driveway towards his van, "Goodbye mister penis," she waved airily, he nodded back self consciously. "Well that was certainly an experience" she thought, turning back into the house, completely set on what she was about to do, she whispered in urgent delight "now pussy…it's your turn." Katrina could barely restrain herself, she ran through the hallway to her room, losing the robe somewhere on the floor in mad lust, no more teasing, no more slow touches, she wanted it, and she wanted it hard. With a leap she flew face first onto the bed, her full and lovely tits jumping up and down with the movement, swaying in hypnotizing tribal rhythms. She reached for her pillow and threw it between her legs, grinding her hot, wet pussy against it, soaking it in the long flowing juices that trickled over her thighs and moistened the crack between her ass. Roughly pulling it out again, she placed it beneath her head and lay flat on her back, legs splayed, her twin lips completely open so that a slender slit was formed, a winking eye. Her fragrance blending with her soft chestnut locks, the smell of her own cunt driving her into an insane abandon. Beads of sweat were forming all along the lengths of her body, her skin seemed to be alive, glowing, craving her touch. Both hands now between her legs, fucking her pussy with fleshy fingertips, sliding back and forth over the wetness, the clitoris engorged, an aching flower ready to be ripped out of existence. Over and over she writhed in the heat of her movement, turning this way and that, her magnificent tits rising and falling with uncontrollable breaths, her hot ass grinding obscenely against the bed. Spreading her cunt lips with her left hand while her right glided over the slippery clitoris and down into her hole in time with the metronome of her heart. Faster and faster she went, her hand a blur, bucking her sex into the air like she was riding some imaginary horse, her ass lifting from the bed in violent motions, only to come crashing back down against the soft mattress. Twisting and turning, bucking and fucking the silent room, silent except for the guttural tortured moans that seemed to sound out from all parts of her body. Her thunderous heart providing the backing drums for the melody of slick magical fingers darting into her sex, tormenting the spellbound ceiling that had come to life, watching fixedly from above, the lamp hanging from it seemingly stretching downwards, aching to be closer to this mesmeric dance. Muscles contracting, tightening, convulsing, nothing but desire and wetness now, she was swimming in it, an ocean of her juices flooding her mind and body, dragging her under, down into its murky depths. Complete paralysis, this was the euphoria of drowning, no need to breathe now, she had surrendered, alone with her body, this was rapture, caught in the ecstasy of release…release was here… Katrina's head emerged from the depths of the water, air roaring into her lungs, life filling her body, thousands of newly found muscles dancing for joy in the experience of this, this orgasmic pull, alive and breathing for the very first time. Relief blanketed her, shivers sprawling deep down beneath her skin like the uncountable ripples that form when the surface of a lake is disturbed. Katrina was the one disturbed. She was stirred, unbalanced, forever altered. With this one act, this self-indulgent fracture of bliss, she had truly become a woman. Katrina had opened.