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Kat

By: Mortice



It was her again! 

She wasn't the only girl in college with long black hair, and there were probably other girls who were taller and slimmer, so perhaps I could have been mistaken. But there was one characteristic that singled her out from all the other girls - she always wore a catsuit! 

She wore lots of different styles depending on her situation and the weather, but I don't think I'd ever seen her in anything that wasn't in one piece. Today she was in a black velvet catsuit, with the silver choker she always wore and some flat black shoes. 

I leaned across the train to her. "Excuse me, but you go to the same college as me, don't you?" 

She looked up from her book. "Hi! It's Daniel isn't it?" 

"Yes, but friends call me Dan. Sorry I don't know your name." 

"Friends call me Kat." 

This gave me a great opportunity to ask her about her taste in clothing. I was worried about sounding too weird, since catsuits were quite a fetish of mine, but she was happy to chat about them. It turned out that her name wasn't Katherine, as I guessed, but Jenny. She just liked the name Kat, she thought it suited her. 

We chatted for a while, and got on very well. I told her I had a thing about catsuits, and I wished there were more available for men. She said, "We have some in my store. I work at 'Funky' in the shopping centre. Come over on Saturday at about 5pm and I'm sure we can find something you'd like." 

Wow! I wondered if that counted as a date? I was going to ask when I could see her again anyway. I said, "That would be great. It must be quite something to be just wearing one piece of clothing over your underwear." 

She smiled, but said nothing. 



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I'd never been into this shop before. I took a deep breath, pushed the door open, and went in. All sorts of fetish wear lined the walls - black and red, shiny and dull, suits and toys of all descriptions, and some that would have needed a diagram. 

Kat was sitting behind a counter, but her face lit up when she saw me, and she came over to me and hugged me. "Glad you could make it!" she beamed. She was wearing a black shiny PVC catsuit, with big black leather boots and her usual choker. 

I said, "Wow you look great!" I had to take the opportunity while I had it, so I added, "...and very sexy!" and then I kissed her on the cheek. 

She smiled and said, "Thanks. First, lets see if we can get you into something just as sexy," and she took me by the hand into the back of the shop. 

Twenty minutes later, and I was standing in the shop wearing a shiny black PVC catsuit just like hers. It felt great - tight and enclosing, but somehow freeing as well. She stood in front of me, with her arms around me and her hands on my arse. She said, "I guess I can let you off since you're only trying this suit on, but when you're wearing your own, you mustn't leave your underwear on underneath it. It spoils the feel inside, and spoils the look outside." 

"Oh," I said, "is that what you do?" 

She smiled. "It's not just that I only wear catsuits, it's that I only wear one item of clothing apart from footwear. So all you see is all I have on!" 

"Oh, that's so sexy!" and I kissed her, deeply. 

Once we kissed and hugged, I noticed a wire running from the zip runner from the front of her suit up to her silver choker. I asked her about it. 

She said, "I'm sure you've guessed by now that this catsuit thing is more than just a clothing preference, it's a fetish too. And it's not the only one I have either. Another one is..." and she paused, almost too nervous to speak, "...bondage. I love being in all sorts of bondage situations, and in fact I'm in bondage almost all the time. The collar has a lock on it, which I use for locking the zip of the catsuit to, and the keys are at home, so I can't take the suit off." 

I felt her touch my groin, then she said, "I was going to ask you what you felt about that, but from the feel of the tent your cock's making, I think you must like it!" I was speechless, but she was quite right, so I just hugged her again. 

Then she said, "Do you want to come to a club tonight? If you're into the fetish and bondage thing, then you'll like this club." 

I said, "Yes, sure, that would be great! Should I buy this catsuit and wear it there?" 

"Yes, you should buy the catsuit, but there's something else I'd like you to try out for the club. And this time, no underwear!" 

Another twenty minutes, and I was standing in a very tight rubber suit, with short arms and legs. I said, "This feels great, very sexy. How come I've lived my life so long without having tried wearing rubber gear before?" 

She was spraying and polishing me. "This will be great for the club, especially once we get a good shine on it." She looked up at me and said, "And it will nicely complement what I'm going to wear!" 

She went over to a drawer, and pulled out a chain, a padlock, and what looked like her house keys. She said, "There's something I would like you to do for me, but please don't feel obliged if you don't want to, I won't be disappointed." 

I was intrigued. "What's that?" 

She opened the lock, then put the keys away. She said, "If you were to put the chain around your neck and lock it to the zip runner on your suit, then you wouldn't be able to take the suit off until you see me in the club tonight with the keys." 

My first bondage experience! I trusted her enough to let her do this to me. I took the lock and chain, and snapped it shut as she said. She smiled, came over to me, kissed and hugged me, then said, "You're mine now!" 

Just as I was wondering how I was going to go to toilet, she said, "You have a zip lower down for... when you need it." 

She looked at the time, then said, "Give me a number between 1 and 10." 

Odd request. I said, "8." 

She looked surprised. "That's quite high!" 

I said, "Okay then, 3." 

She looked relieved, and said, "That sounds a bit easier." 

I still had no idea what she was talking about, but I got a sudden inspiration that this was a good time to assert some authority. I said, "No, I think we'll go back to 8." 

She looked surprised, and a little impressed. "Well, are you sure?" 

"Yes," I said, having no idea what I was agreeing to. 

She went over to a drawer, and pointed me towards another drawer. From hers she took out a small vibrator and a bottle of lubricant. She said to me, "Take out a padlock from that drawer." I looked in the drawer, to find a dozen padlocks, all of them open but with a piece of tape over a hole to prevent the lock being accidentally closed. She said, "All the keys for those locks are at home, so once it's closed, it's staying closed." 

I took a lock to her. She showed me the base of the vibrator, where there was a dial with numbers from 1 to 10. She turned it up to 8, and I could see it jiggling in her hand. Then she undid a hidden zip in her catsuit to reveal a flash of her labia, rubbed a little lubricant in her pussy, then slowly pushed the vibrator in. I saw the look on her face turn from anticipation to surprise to pleasure. 

She closed the zip, and put the padlock through it and through a loop sewn into the fabric. Before closing it, she said, "Are you sure you want to stick with 8?" 

I took the padlock from her, and snapped it shut myself. "Yes, you're staying at 8!" 

"I do this every day I'm working in the shop, at about this time. Usually I put it on 4 or 5, which gives me a nice tingling. I don't think I've ever had it on 8 before. The thing is, even on full power this vibrator isn't enough to make me orgasm, it just gets me turned on and frustrated. It's half an hour until I can leave the shop, and the same again until I can get home to the keys, so I'll just have to stay horny for an hour!" 

I was getting very turned on myself. I said, "You poor, horny thing!" as I put my hand on her locked pussy and pushed the vibrator further in. She moaned with pleasure - I suspected this time she would not have to wait so long for satisfaction! 



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Once again, a first for me as I stood outside the fetish club, which was just a doorway with a bouncer in it. He stopped me, but let me through when I showed him the rubber I was (still) wearing under my long coat. I put my coat in the cloakroom and carried on in. 

I had hardly stepped into the club when rubbery arms were thrown around me and I was kissed. She stepped back, and I saw it was Kat. She was looking as sexy as ever, this time in a rubber catsuit, but the suit extended to gloves and high heeled rubber shoes too, so the only flesh visible was her head. She took me over to the bar to buy drinks, as I complemented her far too much on her outfit. We drank and chatted while all sorts of rubber clad people came into the club. 

After a while, she took my hand and said, "Come, I have something to show you." She took me to a small side room, which could have been called a dark room except that she put a light on. She took a bundle of rubber out of her handbag, and said, "Put this on me." Then she kissed me hard, and said, "I did that in advance because I won't be able to do it later." 

The bundle of rubber was a hood. It had a zip down the back, small eye holes, and a gag where the mouth would be. She stood with a look of excitement on her face and her mouth open. I put the gag piece into her mouth, put the rest of the hood over her head, and zipped it shut. I noticed that both the top edge of the suit collar and the bottom edge of the hood collar had teeth, and the hood had a zip runner on it. I clipped them together and closed the zip around her neck. 

She reached into her handbag, and handed me one of the locks with tape over it. I said to her, "If the keys are at home, are you sure you want to do this?" She slowly nodded, but I could see the excitement in her eyes. 

At the back of the hood, the hood zip, collar zip and suit zip all came together. I knew that once I locked them all together, there would be no escape for her, no flesh exposed except her eyeballs, for quite some time. I looped the lock through the zip runners, and snapped it shut. She leaped up and hugged me. Somehow, this ball of rubber, this shiny shape of human, looked more sexy than she ever had done. I said, "You're mine now!" 

Next, she took a padlock and small egg shaped object from her handbag. She unzipped the pussy zip of the suit and pushed the egg inside, then handed me the lock, which again had tape on it. I pushed my finger into her pussy, partly to find out if the egg was vibrating, which it wasn't, partly to make sure it was comfortably in, and partly just because I could. I zipped her shut, and locked it in. 

Then she handed me a small box with a dial numbered from 1 to 10. I guessed what this was - I turned the dial up to 4, and watched as her eyes lit up and she put her hand to her locked up pussy. When I turned it up to 7, I could hear a quiet buzzing sound at the same time as a soft moan from the gag, and saw her bending over, lost in the stimulation. I turned her down to 2, and said, "I think I'll leave you on 'simmer' for a while." She took my hand and we went back to the bar. 

We stood once again at the bar, her with a drink in her hand, not drinking it because she had no mouth, and me chatting to her but not getting many replies. I kept nudging up her vibrator power, and she kept putting one hand on her crotch and another on mine. 

Suddenly, she took my hand and we left the club. I grabbed my coat, but I noticed she didn't - does that mean she travelled to the club just wearing the rubber suit? She flagged down a taxi. I didn't know where she lived, so I started telling the driver my address, but she stopped me and handed him a card. He drove off. 

Without hesitation, she pushed me down on the back seat of the taxi and unzipped my crotch. Her head went down as if to suck on my cock, which was fully hard by now, but she could only rub its head against the flat rubber where her mouth should have been. I pushed the vibrator control up higher, which drove her on to pull hard at my cock while frantically rubbing her own crotch. 

The taxi stopped. She paid as I forced my erect cock back in my suit and zipped up. She quickly pulled me out of the cab, through her front door, and into her bedroom. 

She handed me a key. I went to the back of her head and tried the key in the lock, but it wouldn't fit. I looked at her, but she just looked downwards. I turned the key in her crotch lock, and unzipped her pussy. The vibrator gushed out, swimming in the juices of the stimulation it had caused. 

She moved back to the bed, and lay down on it. She stretched her arms and legs out to the four corners of the bed, where conveniently there were four rubber straps attached to chains secured to the bed. I reached over and buckled her wrists and ankles into the straps. 

I stood up, and said, "Go on then, struggle!" I watched as she demonstrated the lack of freedom she had. She could move any limb only a short distance, and not far enough to do anything useful. 

I decided to tease her. I knew she would want me to go in hard since she was so turned on, and I knew that there was nothing she could do to influence me, so I decided to be very gentle. I lightly touched her pussy, just tickling her with my finger, and licking near her clit, but only enough to frustrate her and not enough to send her over the edge. 

After some time of getting her hot and keeping her there, I put on a condom I found on her bedside table, and started teasing her with the end of my cock. I've no idea if she noticed the change of implement, but before too long we were forming a single mass of rubber, pumping and rocking, stretching and moaning, until we came together in rubber ecstasy. 

I released her, and we hugged until we fell asleep. 



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I woke up, still in her rubber arms. I kissed her on the gag. I did wonder what it was like for her, being trapped in the hood all night. I was feeling strange myself, having been locked in my rubber suit by her since the afternoon, but I knew that she would release me when she was ready. 

She handed me an envelope, which had a key and a note in it. The note read: 

Hi! I wrote this note before going to the club to meet you, so I hope it's all gone to plan. If everything is going well, then currently I'm still gagged inside my hood, and I'm all securely locked up except my pussy, which hopefully got some play last night! 

This key is for the lock holding my hood and suit on. Wearing the hood turns me on, although it's quite a strain to sleep in it, so now I'm probably wanting to get out of it. But, much more important than that, it turns me on that you are now holding the key. I don't want you to just release me, I want you to make me earn it, and I don't want you to unlock my hood until you think I deserve it. 

xxx 

I smiled at her. I then left the room, went to the bathroom, hid the key in the cabinet, returned to the bedroom, and said, "I think you had better be a good girl for me, if you want freedom from your hood." It was hard to tell, but I think she was smiling. 

I lay on the bed, and just said, "Make me cum." 

She started to stroke my cock, which was limp at the time. Then she took my hands and pulled them up to where the straps were that held her last night. She strapped my wrists down, then did the same with my ankles. 

By now my cock was hard. She rolled a condom onto it, then sat across me and slowly lowered herself onto me, pushing my cock into the folds of her wet pussy. She ever so slowly moved up and down my shaft, caressing it as it caressed her. She sped up, and twisted her body around mine in a way which was very sensual for me, until the stimulation was too much and I shot my load, crying out. 

She released me, and I got the key and released her. Once she had stretched her jaw, the first thing she did was to kiss me, long and deep, and then say, "That was fantastic!" 



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I did feel self-concious. I was walking through the streets just wearing a one-piece red Lycra unitard, which I think was designed for athletes or something, but not designed for going shopping in. 

Kat was right, of course - if she was only going to wear one item of clothing, then it was only fair that I did too. There was the small issue of my genitals poking out rather obviously from the suit though - a problem she didn't have. And my cock wasn't entirely limp either - it would have been, except I knew I was going to her house, and the thought of what we might get up to was turning me on, even though I was trying not to think of it. 

I called at her door. She answered, but instead of the shiny black PVC catsuit that I expected to see, she was wearing a light yellow sundress! She took my hand, and we went out. 

While walking to the park, I said, "That's quite an unusual outfit for you, I don't think I've seen you in anything that's not a catsuit before." 

She smiled, and said, "Well I did tell you what my rule is. It's only that I don't wear more than one item of clothing. And I'm not." 

The skirt of the dress was very flowing, and bounced up as she walked. And it was quite short. If she was telling me that she was naked under the flimsy dress... She said, "I see you find that idea quite interesting," and pointed down to the very obvious outline of a hard erection in my suit. "Such a shame you're not wearing anything you can use to hide the bulge!" 

We walked on into the park, and sat down in a grassy area. She sat cross-legged in front of me, and I could easy see right up her skirt to her shaven pussy! She said, "It really turns me on to know that I can show myself to anyone I want, but to everyone else I look like a normally dressed girl." 

After a while of chatting, she said, "Lie down." I lay, and she came and sat on top of me, knees either side of my waist, then put her hands by my head and leaned down to kiss me. She moved her body slowly back and forth, and I could feel her pussy rubbing against my crotch. As I got hard, she smiled, then rubbed on it some more. 

I was getting very horny, from the stimulation and the situation. She suddenly stood up, exposing my very damp crotch to the world, and took my hand. We dashed off into the trees, and soon found a spot that we didn't think could be seen by anyone. 

She said, "The great thing about wearing one piece gear is how easy it is to get naked," and with one swift move of her arms, she was standing stichless to the world. She quickly pulled down my unitard, and I stepped out of it. She walked off to a nearby clearing in the trees, then lay down and said, "Come and get it!" 

I walked over to her, hard cock bobbing in front of me. I kneeled down by her head, then stretched out on top of her, so my tongue met her clit just as my cock met her lips. She sucked me as I tickled her, and as we were both so horny already, we quickly came together, both crying out. 

Kat got up first, and left me lying there. A moment later, she came back, but this time she was wearing my red unitard. It looked very sexy on her, showing off her curves and her nipples. But then she threw her dress at me, saying "It looks like there's only one thing left for you to wear!" 

I'd never even thought of wearing a dress, but then I'd not thought of doing a lot of things I've done recently. I put it on - it felt quite strange, but it did cover up my cock okay. 

She walked off through the trees and back to the public. I heard her shout to me, "Come on, no-one will notice!" I didn't think she was right, but I didn't think I had much choice either. 

I caught up with her, and we walked, hand in hand, across the park - her looking sexy in tight red, and me feeling silly in flighty yellow. 


Kat



(This is sort of a cute nostalgia story I wrote a while ago. I'm fond of it and it's pretty short)

"It's been a while, Kat. You look great" I say. She really does look great. Kat and I dated in high school for about 6 months. Now, years later, at a mutual friend's wedding, she appears to have hardly aged. She always was tremendously cute, but she's gained a sense of style and presence that is difficult to put into words. Of course she is still a five foot tall blond and the cleavage of her rather full breasts is peaking out of her dress.

"God, so do you James" she says, hugging me. I hadn't realized how much I'd missed her until I feel her body against mine.

I wasn't her first boyfriend, but I was the first to see her fully naked, and get her off with my fingers. I even helped her achieve her first orgasm. She was shy about masturbation prior to me, but made up for lost time quickly. We spent a lot of afternoons in high school making out in her basement. She gave me hand jobs and licked me, but we never went further at the time, and eventually college separated us.

"Are you here alone?" I ask her. She nods. There aren't many high school friends here. I just happened to be visiting my mom this weekend, and came on a lark. Coincidentally "Lark" was a nickname I had for Kat, based partially on her last name.

"Would you care to dance?" I ask her once the floor starts filling. We've clung to each other figuratively. You never really get to talk to the bride and groom for more than a few minutes at weddings and we each know almost no one else. Additionally, catching up with an old friend is fun. I wonder if she feels the same sexual tension I do.

"You smell nice" she says, pressing against me as we dance. I keep my hands on the thin border between inappropriate and safe. She smells wonderful too. I wonder if she was hoping to meet, someone, anyone at this wedding.

"Are you single?" I ask. 

"I was. My divorce was finalized six months ago." I hear the obvious sadness in her voice, and truly feel for her. "We were only married two years. I knew he cheated on me when we were dating, but he could be so sweet to me and I figured he'd stop once we were married."

"And it didn't?" I ask.

"No. The final straw was his less than discrete affair with a friend of mine. Well I guess you'd say former friend. I moved out and filed for divorce and she moved in. My lawyer says I got a good settlement, but it's small consolation for failing."

"I hardly think it's your fault, Kat. It's his for cheating on a beautiful woman like you." I say. I know I'm flattering her a bit. My motives are mixed, but I do want to make her feel better.

"Thank you, you're sweet. I've been a bit gun-shy about dating since then. I mean I've gone out with a couple of guys but never really..." Kat trails off. I look in her eyes. "Maybe it was too soon, or I'm just having a hard time feeling comfortable. I'm so scared a guy will hurt me again, even when casually dating." I nod reassuringly.

We slip outside and go for a walk. The night air is cool and I give her my suit jacket to stay warm. I tell her how I'm single and am in no rush to get hitched. I mention my relationship that ended amicably a few months prior.

"It's smart that you're not in a rush to get married." She says. "I kind of feel like damaged goods. At least we didn't have kids!"

"I think it's good that you figured it out sooner rather than later." I say. "I suppose being a divorcee will be a bit odd for some guys, but on the plus side they'll know you're not one of those women who are desperate to get engaged!" She laughs at my somewhat weak joke.

She's staying in the same hotel as the reception. We make an excuse to go up to her room. We turn on the TV and sit on the bed, taking our shoes off. Neither of us is in a hurry to return to the reception. We now have an intimate setting with the person we would be talking to anyways, and the happy couple won't be missing us among their friends and relatives.

Somehow I get to talking about my sexual experiences. I edit certain parts, but she definitely encourages a good degree of details. My exploits encourage her to open up a bit about her college years. She tells me about losing her virginity, and the couple of other guys she slept with before meeting her ex-husband. She doesn't speak of any of them too fondly.

"Rick (her ex husband) was the best of them. But to be honest despite being good at sex, his touch always lacked that tenderness I felt with you. It often felt good but rarely special. Like I was just another woman he was sleeping with. Which was the truth so I guess it makes sense. And also..." She pauses.

"Yes?" I ask.

"I guess the cheating bastard deserves this; he was kinda small!" I laugh at her candidness. "Honestly, assuming I remember right, only one guy I was with was as big as you, and god knows he didn't know what he was doing."

My cock always gets hard when women talk about it. I wonder if she notices it through my slacks. She seems embarrassed by her confession.

"I've thought about you." I admit. "I sometimes wonder what it would have been like if we'd gone all the way. Or if things had turned out different and we'd stayed together."

"I've thought about those things too. Especially the sex part." She says giving me an unmistakably lustful look. We slowly lean in, and our lips make contact for the first time in a long time.

We move surprisingly slow. It's like high school all over again. Each inch of clothing removal is an accomplishment. I'm in no rush to get to the goal; I'm not sure I'm even getting there, so it's best just to enjoy the ride.

Eventually I'm down to my boxers; she's in a matching bra and brief thong. The thong is a novel experience on her, since they weren't in fashion at the time we were together. She's got a Tweetybird tattoo on her hip and a pierced navel. From rubbing her pussy through her panties I can tell she's learned the joy of at least trimming her pubic region.

I unhook her bra with far more deftness than I ever had in high school. Her tits are beautiful, pale white flesh topped by modest sized light pink nipples. My hands fill themselves with her flesh, and my mouth is soon worshipping her tits, sucking and licking the firm little buds.

She slides her underwear off as I watch. It's very sexy. She's got a modest "racing stripe" of blonde pubic hair. It's neatly trimmed and very sexy. I start to rub her swollen clit gently. She moans.

"Just like old times" she whispers and then giggles. The giggle turns to a gasp as I slide a finger into her dampness with far more skill than I ever had in old times.

While kissing her neck and breasts I add a second finger inside of her. She humps my hand. This isn't the virgin I used to get off with. She tenses up and explodes. I slide my fingers out, and notice they're drenched.

"Your turn" she says with a smile, pulling off my boxers. She pauses for a second as my erection is revealed, I'm sure she's comparing its size to her memory. It must match up ok, because soon she's licking it slowly.

Kat's learned a lot since I last had her tongue on my dick. It's quite good. I debate if I should or even can hold off the inevitable, or take other options.

"I have condoms," she says. I reply "Me too!" with a laugh.

I put on one of mine. We awkwardly try to judge the position each other wants. I roll on top of her, almost pinning her small frame down. She smiles. I rub my erection against her pussy. She shivers.

Slowly I enter her. She's tight. She's even tighter than I'd imagined in my fantasies. I pause. I realize that despite her arousal, she's nervous as hell, and it's making things a bit difficult. I kiss her neck, cradling her head in my hands. She holds my hips in her small hands.

"Its ok, I'll get used to it" she whispers. I'm afraid of hurting her, but press onwards. She gasps and moans... I'm pretty sure most of it is from pleasure. Soon I'm all the way in her. She's gripping the sheets tightly.

"Oh fuck!" she moans. Kat rarely swears.

It's too much for me. My orgasm comes like a torrent. Her pussy so tight, and fucking a girl I've wanted for years is too much for me. She feels me go off, and bucks her hips a bit to make it better for me.

I stay hard for a while after I come. In situations like this I don't often go soft at all in between the first and second climax. It only takes a few good strokes after my orgasm to give Kat one of her own.

A few moments later I dispose of the rubber and clean up in the restroom. When I return she's still lying naked on the bed. I kiss her lips gently.

We agree it was what we'd both hoped for. She tells me that six months is a lot of pent up sexually energy. I can't disagree.

I spend the night, and we make love enough times to lose track over the course of it, including a chance for me to taste her pussy. We sleep a bit, but frequently wake each other up to have sex. It gets heated and passionate at times, but mostly is tender and romantic.

Finally we take separate showers and dress. Our lives are on opposite coasts. The idea of dating doesn't even come up, but we promise to stay in touch. Finally after one last hug and kiss goodbye, and she's gone in her taxi to the airport and I'm left with a memory and her faint lingering aroma.

Thanks for reading, and if you enjoyed my story I hope you take the time to vote or leave feedback. I'm always curious what people like and dislike.



Kat



I have been fortunate enough to have fallen in love with, as far as I am concerned, the most beautiful woman in the world. At 5'10" and 90 lbs Kat is a gorgeous little Filipina with long black hair and the brightest eyes. Her body is in proportion to her tiny frame and is nothing short of perfect.

In our beginning our dates were on a weekly basis as we both lived in different cities. Our first date was the best first date I had ever been on, and after ten hours of flirting, laughing and holding hands I found myself falling in love with her. Our second date consisted of us holding each other tightly, as if I had never held a woman in my arms before. My body ached for her, but it was quite apparent that we were to take a more traditional, and less hurried approach to things.

Knowing that my intentions were honourable Kat agreed to spend the night at my place for our third date. I picked her up and as we drove out of town I wondered what the evening would hold for us. Surely the prospect of sex was out of the question, as we had not even kissed each other. I was content to lay back, look forward to an intimate evening of holding and teasing, and focusing on being a complete gentleman. After all, I really liked this woman and was not about to think with the wrong head and screw it all up. Little did I know things were about to take a complete turnaround.

Upon arriving at my house I led Kat nervously by the hand out into the spacious front garden. She hugged her tiny body into my frame then stood back from me about a foot. We looked into each other's eyes and I began to think of the least intrusive but most sincere way of obtaining my first kiss with her. Kat trumped me by removing her tshirt and standing before me in her bra. My mind was completely blown. Locking her eyes with mine she reached behind and undone her bra and treated me to an absolutely perfect set of breasts. Small, firm and perky with large dark nipples I still could not believe what was happening so suddenly, so naturally between us. I took off my shirt and embraced her, our flesh making contact with each other as the cool night air blew over us.

Without speaking I took Kat by the hand and led her inside the house to my bedroom. Our bodies melted into each other as we removed each other's clothes with the familiarity of old acquainted lovers. I took a mental picture that moment at the beautiful shy Asian princess who was giving herself to me. Lying on the bed I began to worship her breasts with my tongue. With each suck she moaned and writhed on the bed and as I reached down between her legs and touched her pussy for the first time, so did she take my cock in her hand as we began to pleasure each other.

Not only did Kat have the most incredible body I have seen, but her pussy was ridiculously tight. I had only used my finger on her for about thirty seconds when she moaned into my ear that she was coming. I held her as she came down and then put a condom on my hard cock. Positioning myself above her beautiful form I slowly slid my cock into her for the first time. Kat was so tight that it felt like I was taking her virginity, and before I was all the way insider her she told my I was huge and started coming again.

I started off slowly, but as the momentum increased we were soon ravaging each other. Kat held me close and came repeatedly as I slammed my big cock in and out of her soaking pussy. I leaned back, pulled her up with my and flipped over so she was now riding my dick with her beautiful little cunt. I leaned up and sucked hard on her tits as she bucked against me, cumming every minute or so.

When she had enough Kat got off me and lay down on the bed, her legs spread wide. She begged me to fuck her hard until I couldn't hold it anymore. She wanted to feel my hard cock throb and explode inside her pussy. I gave it to her hard and rough until she began to cum one last time, then I went over the edge and came so hard I thought I would explode right through the condom.

The night wasn't over, as we would up fucking three more times before falling asleep in each other's arms, but for the time being I just lay there in heaven, holding the beautiful Filipina who is now my wife. This story is for you and for us. I love you Kat.



Kat



She had just turned 18 a few days ago and sitting in a cold classroom was definitely not where she wanted to be right now. Mr. Dunn leaned one skinny ass cheek against his desk and referred to his notes before beginning another section of his lecture. Kat jotted down a few notes to refresh her memory later and spent most of the class period looking out the window. This was the last class of the day and she was antsy to get out of the ridiculous uniform she was forced to wear. Did they actually think that knee socks and little plaid skirts were demure? She might as well go naked or wear a sandwich board advertising for lecherous old men to defile her innocent body!

She was still a virgin, more from lack of opportunity than by design. The same parents who had sent her to private school also insisted on knowing her every move. It was annoying but she would be free soon enough. She had already been accepted into the music program at a great liberal arts college. The school's location was even better than the reputation. It was in Illinois and her parents would still be in Colorado.

Mr. Dunn glanced at the clock in the back of the room, quickly hit on the last couple of points in his lecture and assigned a hefty chunk of reading before the bell rang. Kat stretched, her large breasts threatening the buttons on her snowy white blouse, and tucked her notebook into her bag. She stood and smoothed her skirt. Strolling slowly to her locker, Kat exchanged books for keys and jacket. Swarms of little plaid skirts and navy blazers dashes down the hallways and out the door

Kat waved to a few friends and dropped by Ian's locker to give him a copy of the history notes he had missed the day before. He was absolutely gorgeous and his looks hadn't gone to his head because he was a genuinely nice person. They had been casually dating for several months and he hadn't pressured her for more than a few kisses. Kat found him insanely attractive and cared for him deeply but she knew she wasn't in love. She knew she wanted him though, despite her innocence. Her body responded to him and when he looked at her, her knees turned to jelly. Looking up at him through long sooty lashes, Kat felt a familiar heat pool in her belly. She leaned against the cool metal of the next locker so her knees wouldn't betray her feelings. Ian wasn't fooled by her casual attitude because he could see the outline of her nipples through her shirt and a flush creeping up from the open neck of her blouse.

"Are we still on for tonight?" he asked while he took the sheet of paper from her hand. 

"Sure. Where are we going? I want to know what to wear." With this comment she plucked nervously at the hem of her shirt. His mouth went dry and his palms went damp with the need to touch her silky skin. He had wanted to get in her pants since freshman year but he didn't want to betray their long-time friendship either.

"I was thinking that I would follow you home so you can change and drop off your car and then we could hit that new Japanese place." He grinned, trying in vain to conceal where his thoughts had been wandering. Kat had seen the bulge behind the zipper of his pants and licked her full pink lips before speaking again. 

"Lets get out of here then." Kat tossed a look over her shoulder as she turned to go. "If I beat you there, just come in and make yourself at home." A plan was quickly forming in her mind. She knew that her parents would both be at work until at least 6 o'clock and usually met for coffee afterward. That should give her plenty of time to seduce Ian. She turned her key in the ignition, thinking that it wouldn't be too hard to do. His reaction by the lockers proved that but he was just so damn nice she wasn't completely sure it would work. She would have to do something drastic.

Kat pulled into the driveway and double-checked the garage to make sure no one had decided to come home early. She sent a quick text message to both parents, telling them she had a date with "that nice boy" and planned to be home early. She set the phone to silent and stuck it in the pocket of her jacket, which she promptly hung up by the door. Her parents would probably give her a hard time but, oops, she wouldn't get the message.

Kat set her bag by the door and began to unbutton her crisp white blouse. She had decided that the best course of action was to leave Ian an irresistible trail of "breadcrumbs". She left the blouse partway up the stairs like a glowing white flag. Her skirt dropped to the floor at the top of the stairs. She heard Ian's old bronco pull into the driveway so she disappeared around the corner into the hall. The front door clicked when Ian pushed it open. Kat quickly unsnapped her simple white bra and dropped it to the floor. Her panties were moist with anticipation as she heard his footsteps start up the stairs. Her nipples tingled in the air-conditioned breeze and she ducked quickly into her room, leaving her damp cotton panties in the hallway. Kat stripped off her shoes and socks, crawled up onto the bed, and knelt there facing the door.

"Kat?" Ian stopped dead in his tracks and tried to swallow the lump that formed in his throat at the sight of her sweet naked body. 

"Come here Ian," Kat breathed quietly, her voice trembled slightly. He wasted no time striding over to the bed and caught her behind the head. His hand tangled in her soft coppery curls and he dropped soft feathery kisses over her cheeks, nose and eyelids before landing on her lush mouth. 

"Are you sure?" Ian asked as he grazed a hand over her smooth shoulder. Kat tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, unaware that the act became incredibly erotic as her breasts jiggled slightly with the movement.

"I want you to be the first." She said quietly, her voice nervous. She hoped desperately that he wouldn't think she was being silly. Ian had thought she was still a virgin and so he hadn't pushed her to have sex but thinking it and knowing it were two very different things.

Sinking down onto the bed beside her, Ian felt his dick become harder if that was even possible. Kat was so beautiful and here she was offering him something special that she had given to no one else. That was an insane amount of pressure. He wanted to make sure that her first rime was special. Kat grasped Ian's large hand and placed it on her breast, needing no more words to express her feelings. Her nimble fingers began to unbutton his shirt and she reached inside to caress the hard slabs of muscle. She gasped and arched into his hand as he began to rub the pad of his thumb over the tight little nub of her nipple. 

Ian shrugged out of his shirt and lay back against the pillows, dragging her down on top of him. Her naked body rubbed against the full length of him. He kissed her slowly and rubbed her back with one hand while the other grazed down her ribs and cupped her ass, tilting her hips so she could feel the full length of his hot throbbing erection. She moaned softly and clutched at his muscular shoulders. Her hips moved against him, instinctively seeking what she needed so badly. Ian groaned softly into her luxurious hair, trying to quiet his growing lust. Kat squirmed down his body, her tight little peaks burning twin trails down his chest and rippling abdominal muscles. She couldn't resist dropping tiny little wet kisses down the front of his body. Ian shivered, amazed that despite her inexperience, Kat instinctively knew just what to do to set his blood boiling.

He caught her delicate hands in his large strong ones and his lips captured hers in a soul-searching kiss. He rolled her beneath him and she returned his kisses, moaning softly when he cupped her full breasts in his strong calloused hands. Pleasure flowed like warm honey from the tingling peaks of her nipples to the as yet untouched treasure between her thighs. Ian's kisses traced along her jaw to the hollow below her ear. He burned a trail down her throat and nipped playfully at her collarbone, drawing a gasp from her as shivers coursed clear down to her toes. Ian couldn't believe how her innocent body responded to him. Kat mewled in pleasure as Ian's mouth continued lower. He pressed her breasts together with his hands and slowly, deeply suckled them one after the other. Her hands tangled into his wavy bond hair and she arched desperately against his mouth when he began to alternately scrape her nipples with his teeth and lave them with his tongue. Her nipples glistened with his saliva. Ian lifted his head and watched her beautiful face flush with pleasure as he gently blew across the wet peaks. Kat's pants and gasps turned into low moans when he sucked her icy nipples back into his mouth, the heat of his tongue feeling like fire.

Ian rose to his knees as he kissed his way down her belly, twirling his tongue in her naval. He quickly removed the rest of his clothes and pressed her thighs apart with his hands. He ran his fingers over her hips and cupped her ass, tilting her moist opening up to his hungry mouth. His tongue ran along the crease between her hip and thigh and all around her pussy without ever touching it. He bit her gently on the sensitive ridge of flesh where her upper thigh met the mound of her sex and her hips rolled crazily, begging him to finally give her the pleasure she sought. Ian grazed his tongue along the lips of her pussy, barely passing between them; each stroke imperceptibly deeper until he reached her engorged clit. Kat shivered and moaned, incoherently babbling at the intense sensations passing through her body. Helpless juices flowed from her virgin opening as he stabbed his tongue deep inside. He began to roll her clit with his tongue, slowly and then faster and faster.

Ian knew she would feel pain this first time and wanted to make sure he didn't hurt her any more than necessary. He ran a finger between her trembling pussy lips and found her slick with moisture. He gently pressed a finger inside up to the barrier of her cherry. She was very wet so he pushed a second finger into her, stretching her to help her accommodate his thick shaft. He continued to lick her clit while sliding his fingers into her tight, wet sheath. Her pleasure was building higher and when she was just about to climax he removed his hand and pressed the engorged head of his aching penis against her dripping wet opening.

He was so large and she was so tight that Ian had to strain to push the first inch into her. She ached with the new sensations and even a little pain as her body stretched for his huge dick. He continued to push forward slowly, letting her become accustomed to his girth. As the pain faded, it was replaced by pleasure. Her hips bucked and she cried out, begging him for more. When the head of his cock reached her virginal barrier, he pulled back and pressed forward a few times. Her pussy lips stretched around his dick, spread open so far that her clit was completely exposed. He found the little nub with his thumb and rolled it around while he pumped the first couple of inches into her just until he bumped into her cherry. She arched her body and wetness flooded around his shaft as her orgasm rushed through her. As she rode out her climax, Ian thrust deep into her wet sheath. She felt the pain when he tore through her virginity but it paled in comparison to the pleasure. Their pubic bones pressed together and Ian let her rest for a moment. He kissed her breasts and lips and even the tip of her pert little nose.

When Kat regained her senses, she moved her hips experimentally, grinding her clit between their pubic bones. She moaned and gripped his shoulders tightly when Ian rolled onto his back, taking her with him. Kat found herself sitting astride Ian's powerful body. His hands gripped her hips and helped her find the rhythm as she rode him. She leaned forward to give him better access to her dangling breasts and shuddered when he began to gently chew at her nipples. She fucked him slowly, still very tight, her pussy clenched around his shaft. She was surprised to feel herself speeding toward another earth shattering climax. Ian was close too. He felt the sperm gathering in his balls. Kat shuddered above him, her nails digging into his chest and her tight pussy clenched around his cock. She squealed and panted, her juices flooding over his thick shaft.

This was finally too much for Ian to take. He rolled her beneath him once more. He pulled his dick out and shot jet after jet onto her heaving tits. It dripped down to pool between her breasts. With one last shudder, he collapsed next to her and groaned. Kat smiled and kissed him softly on the lips, feeling vibrant and more alive than ever before in her life.



Kat



This story is non-human science fiction.

This is a quickie, a very short story intentionally kept under two thousand words to make it a quick read. As such, it can't possibly be arousing. There is sex in the story, and the sex is somehow integral in how events play out, but it's not arousing. That's not the goal. It is a story, first and foremost. Measure it's value on the punch the story packs, and the entertainment it provides, not on how much it excites you, because it probably won't.

— The Author

Kat squinted her eyes shut as one of the aliens eased its protuberance into her pussy. She tried to think of it as a cock. It was so hot, so very hot compared to her own limited prior experiences. She was surprised, too, that it went in so easily, but they'd made her wet, first, by invading her ceaselessly with the digits at the ends of their oddly bending appendages. Watching them move, as if their limbs were broken in odd places, made her feel sick. 

She didn't think it would work, that their fumbling, penetrating ministrations could excite her, but they'd sprayed a mist under her nostrils, something that made her heart race and her loins warm. It filled her with a lust and desire she'd never experienced before.

She'd been told what would happen to her if the aliens captured her. She'd been told of the sexually deviant things they did. She should have known better than to go out gathering food when she knew they were near. She should have known better.

She tried to think of other things as the bulbous alien shaft filled her, especially when she realized that she enjoyed it. She didn't want to actually enjoy it. She shut her eyes tightly, hoping that the rumors were all true, that those who were captured were always returned unharmed. But what if it wasn't true? What if they kept her, or killed her?

The alien moved in and out of her pussy, just like any male, thrusting and withdrawing, first with easy, gentle stabs, progressively becoming faster, more eager and more harsh. It cried out in a gruff alien voice, sounding meaningless words in its incomprehensible extraterrestrial language. In her head, Kat imagined he was telling her how fucking tight she was.

Kat felt her body come to life. She scolded herself, even as the first waves of pleasure took her. It must be something in the mist she'd inhaled, she thought. It must be something they'd done to her. She couldn't actually enjoy this.

A squeal of pleasure escaped her lips, followed by another. She opened her mouth wide to wail as the first of many orgasms shook her. The alien's member was unexpectedly pleasing, filling her deeply, spreading her widely, with just enough ridges and bumps to pleasure her on its way in, and again on its way out, over and over.

With her mouth open, another alien shoved his shaft into it. She tried not to gag, but in her excited state, she found she enjoyed this, too. Two aliens fucked her at once. Two alien creatures found her body exciting, and sexually satisfying. She felt like the most desirable whore on the planet.

She screamed onto the alien's rod as they both emptied their cum, or whatever aliens ejaculated, into her mouth and her pussy. It tasted odd, but not unpleasant. Her own orgasms hit with the force of a supernova, more powerful than any she'd ever experienced. She could feel her muscles contracting and grabbing against her will, her body's instinctive reaction to the act of sex, even with aliens.

The bizarre creatures bellowed in obvious pleasure, gratified by the way her body naturally massaged their invading members. Sinfully, she gave into her desires, and used her mouth in a similar fashion on the alien "cock" she held there.

Their own alien moans filled the air around her as she subsided, and they withdrew, leaving her violated, but sated, and tired, and more than a little curious.

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"Fuck, Sarge, what the fuck are you and Corporal Ames doing with that thing?"

Private Stanley looked down at the nearly amorphous blob of fur. It had many short, stubby arms and legs, of sorts, and what might be six eyes, four ears and eight nostrils, but no nose or snout, and everything was in what could only be called all the wrong places. It was a blue green color, mostly, with streaks of yellow here and there. It would blend in well with the foliage on this confusing, unkempt, riotous jungle of an uninhabited planet.

"Fucking it, Stanley. Haven't you heard? These things are great, better than any deep space station whore that a sad sack space corp marine is likely to hire. And they don't charge a thing."

"What the fuck is it called?"

"Doc calls it a KAT," Ames replied. "Kalipitus Amorpheus Terrestria, or something, one of those fucking long intellectual sounding Latin names. He says they're very intelligent, even civilized, but not very advanced. Her clothes are over there."

He nodded at a small pile of primitive fabrics, a sort of course wool dyed with dull, uneven colors.

"He thinks they'll achieve space travel in another thousand years or so," the sarge said. "All I know is it's docile and harmless, it reacts nicely to stims from the med kit, and it has the hottest, wettest, tightest holes of anything you'll ever stick your pecker in."

Ames grinned wickedly at him as Sarge finished his description. Stanley shook his head in doubt, not knowing if he could do it himself.

"So you're raping an alien?"

"Not raping," Ames replied, making a playfully hurt face. "She likes it, as long as you get her started with stims. She goes crazy. Fuck, she likes it better than most human women I've been with."

"And what does that fucking tell you?" Sarge laughed, smacking him in the back of the head as he said it.

Private Stanley glowered down at the creature.

"Which hole is the pussy and which is the mouth?"

"Who knows? Who cares? Here, give it a try..."

Ames grabbed another stim, as Stanley visibly hesitated.

"Oh, what the fuck," he said. "I haven't had a woman in six months, and I don't get off-world leave for another three. Give me some of that fucking sweet Kat..."

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Kat



I'd like to thank my editor drbob80 for his input and leftylooo and lancerinLA for their thoughts. They all helped in shaping the final version of this story.

The story takes a little while to get to the sex, so please be patient. I believe it's worth the wait.

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My husband, Alex, and I had Katarina "prematurely" about five and a half months after we got married. The day we got married was one week after we graduated from high school and two months before my eighteenth birthday. We named Katarina after Alex's grandmother. Grandma Katarina passed away just before our Katarina was born and Alex missed her very much.

Alex's dreams of being an aerospace engineer were gone when I got pregnant and we got married. Alex's brother got him a job in construction and he never looked back. He never had any regrets and the college prep classes that he took in high school actually served him well. He excelled at his job and soon earned more responsibility and in turn, more money.

One of the nicest things about the construction industry is that most employers really don't care about your educational background as long as you understand the job and can get it done. Alex understood very well and always got the job done properly and within budget. The result of his success was that we never suffered financially the entire time Katarina was growing up.

In reality, Katarina, Alex and I all grew up together. Even though we had tried several times through the years to get pregnant again, it had never happened. Consequently, Katarina grew up as a very content and happy only child. The three of us were very close and, for the most part, were a very traditional family. We sat down to dinner together almost every evening at the dinner table, we allowed no TV, and each of us talked about their day.

Alex's stories were always very funny, filled with good-natured jabs at the guys with whom he worked and who worked for him. He affectionately called them 'idiots', because as he frequently said, a bunch of men on a construction site were just big kids playing in a sandbox, which was filled with full-sized, real-life construction toys. Katarina's and my stories were often joint stories, because we were frequently together, either alone, with her friends or mine.

As Katarina grew up her personality blossomed on its own. We didn't try to influence who she would become as much as we tried to let her determine her own way within well-defined boundaries. She was a very good kid and we never had the disciplinary problems that some people suffer with their children.

I really don't know if her name had anything to do with the way her personality developed, but it coincided in a very recognizable fashion. Early on, we noticed that she moved very quietly and would startle us by appearing out of nowhere and leaping into our laps, like a cat. Even as a small child, her movements mimicked a cat. The weird thing was that we didn't have a cat. We didn't know anyone that owned a cat. Alex truly hated cats, except our own Kat. That's what we eventually started calling her. I don't think it was a conscious decision, it just started happening.

Kat was not a beautiful girl, however, she was striking and turned heads in any room into which she arrived. Kat didn't merely walk; she moved with a languid, leisurely prowl that drew and held your attention. The grace with which she moved was probably attributable to the years she spent in gymnastics, her tiny frame perfect for the sport.

Kat was very small. Her dad and I are not terribly small people so it came as a surprise that she started small and stayed that way. She was always the smallest kid in any class or activity. She was not tall, flatfooted; she would strain to reach four-feet eight inches.

Her little face had a blush of freckles across her cheeks and nose, just like mine. I have always thought of the freckles as my gift to her. Because of her athletic history, her body was fit, trim and perfectly proportioned. She had perfect B-cup breasts, a nice bubble butt and legs for which any woman would kill.

She's a redhead. Her hair was dark red, thick and unruly. Because it was so difficult to keep under control, she had taken to wearing her hair short, cut in a pixie, which also aptly described her, but styled with bangs trimmed at an angle to hang over her left eye. When she would look up at you, through the bangs, it always seemed as if she were peeking at you.

The nice thing about her small stature was that we were able to remain close, as she got older, because she could curl up in our laps, long after other kids were forced to their own seat or the floor because they were too big to sit on their parents' lap. To this day, if she's careful, she can still curl up comfortably on either of our laps. She mostly curled up with me, though occasionally she would sit with Alex. Sometimes, if Alex had been working long hours she would miss him and she spent more time with him than with me, when he would finally get home.

We could always tell if she wanted something from her dad, however. Even though she might have spent hours and hours sitting with Alex, she wasn't always particularly affectionate with him. When she would want something she'd revert to calling him 'Daddy' and hold his hand, kiss his neck and cheek and rub herself on him.

Whenever this would happen Alex would wink at me, laugh and ask, "Kat, what's this going to cost me?"

Every time, Kat would pout and say, "Daddy! Why would you say that? I love you and I'm just showing you how much!"

Again, Alex would laugh and ask, "Uh-huh, Puddy-tat, what's this going to cost me?" Then Alex would reach for his wallet.

Kat would pounce on Alex, grab the wallet, run to me and jump in my lap. "Look, Mommy! Look at the moths when I open it!"

It was silly fun and it was something that we adored about our daughter. She teased unmercifully and always had fun. She never really asked for much so it wasn't a hardship when she did want something, big or small.

Kat and I were always close; we spoke freely about her hopes, dreams and desires. Often, she would suddenly appear in my lap, curl up with her head on my shoulder, and nuzzle up to my neck, kissing me lightly as she started to talk. She would stroke my arms, shoulders and neck as we quietly talked about whatever was interesting to her or bothering her.

As she got older, her caresses began including my breasts and tummy, but in all, the touching was loving, comforting and innocent. As she became a young woman, our talks would be less about her classmates, gymnastics or the daily flow of her life and more about men and women and relationships. She had questions about how people got along long-term and more and more frequently about sex. She always said she disliked the boys at school; they were 'silly'.

The talks had become more frequent of late and included some questioning around the edges of same sex relationships. Our time together had grown to the point that every evening, while dinner was cooking and we were waiting for Alex to get home we would sit, cuddle, and talk quietly. While not sexual, in my mind anyway, the sessions gradually became more intimate, as the subject drifted deeper into the mechanics of sex and relationships.

Kat curled up in my lap, nestled in my arms, and the stroking that had always occurred began to change. Instead of merely stroking my arms, legs, tummy and breasts, her touch seemed to linger and slowly, subtly began to feel like caresses. The soft kisses that she often applied to my neck, jaw and cheek seemed to linger also, feeling tender and more loving and with more passion than one would expect from a daughter.

I began to realize that I enjoyed the new closeness and chalked up the growing closeness to her curiosity about relationships and sex. I found myself looking forward to our time in the late afternoon every day, maybe even a little excited by the intimacy.

Kat rarely talked about any of her own relationships. She had begun to ask me details about the sex life that her father and I shared. At first, I was appalled that she would want to know these things. As we talked and I listened to the nature of her questions, I began to understand that her curiosity about sex and relationships was driving the questioning. I was happy that she felt secure enough to ask me; rather than trying to figure it out in the back of a boy's car or truck or in a seedy, cheap motel room.

I started sharing small details about the things her dad did that I found exciting and the things that I did that excited him. Sometimes she would giggle and hide her face, but then others caused her to murmur 'Oh Mommy' and kiss and hug me and squirm at little, rubbing her lithe, little body against mine.

Sometimes, as we talked about sex, her hands would drift to my breasts and I would be startled to realize that she was cupping them and her thumbs were tenderly rubbing across my hardened nipples, albeit through my shirt and bra. On the occasions this happened, I remembered that I had shared with her how much I loved her father to play with and caress my breasts. Alex loved my breasts and could spend hours just touching my breasts, kissing, licking them and suckling at my nipples. I had told her that on a couple of occasions I had small orgasms just from his attention to my breasts. I also recalled that those small confessions would make her flush red and bury her face against my chest.

Gradually, I began preparing meals that were more complex for dinner and took longer in the oven, thereby giving Kat and me more time to talk and cuddle. What had begun as fifteen to twenty minute sessions had stretched to an hour and sometimes two. When Alex would get home for dinner, two excited women who were very happy to see him would greet him with big hugs and kisses.

Around the house, I began to dress 'more comfortably', as I told myself, in loose robes or light summer dresses, often without a bra. I hadn't gone braless this frequently since Kat was a baby and the freedom felt wonderful. Kat noticed the change and asked if there was a reason that I was being freer with my clothing and more open.

"You know very well, little kitten, that talking about Dad's and my life has made me feel more comfortable and I enjoy the freedom of wearing less underwear now." I said as I hugged her. "You're responsible for that, and I should thank you."

She giggled and kissed me softly on the neck, her hands drifting to my braless breasts, rubbing softly. I barely suppressed a moan as she teased my nipples, before turning away to go to her room. I watched her little body walk away, entranced by her gently swaying hips. As she turned the corner into her room, she quickly peeked over her shoulder and caught me watching her, my embarrassment evident in the flush that crawled over my face and down my body. I saw the smile and heard the giggle as she disappeared.

A recognizable side effect of our sessions, after talking about our sex life every day, which were becoming more and more graphic as time passed, along with her little touches and kisses, was that I dragged Alex into our room early each evening to wildly make love. I would fidget for a little while after dinner while Alex was watching TV, until I couldn't stand it anymore and then I would drag him into the bedroom and attack him. As I was dragging him from the room, Kat would sit there with a big grin, trying to hide it from her father.

Our talks had become so free and so intimate that Kat would be waiting for me the next afternoon, wanting all the gritty details. I would try frowning and telling her that she was a bad little kitten for wanting to know about Mommy and Daddy's sex life, but she would wear me down with cuddles and caresses and kisses and I would inevitably spill my guts.

She'd sit there wide-eyed, say 'Mommy you didn't', and then hide her face in my chest, ultimately finishing by thumbing my nipples. The episodes would then fuel me to start it all over with Alex. (I know you'll be shocked to know that Alex never complained. We were making love on a daily basis, something that had never before happened in our eighteen years of marriage.)

This had been going on for several months when Alex's boss assigned him to go out of town for a minimum of two weeks, possibly more, to help get a big job back on track. They were behind schedule and it was 'all hands on deck' time. This happened about once a year and we had learned to roll with it, mostly because the money was huge.

This time, however, I had a couple of problems with Alex being gone. The first problem was that I had become accustomed to frequent sex and missed it horribly. The only other problem was that I really didn't like sleeping alone, so Kat usually slept with me. Normally, we would go to the bedroom early, sit, and talk while the TV played in the background. Alex called every night about the time we went to bed and each of us would talk to him. We both would tell him we loved him and then we would hang up. In the past, we would snuggle down and drift off to sleep. However, this time, I wasn't sleeping well because I missed Alex more than usual.

When Alex had been gone for a couple of days, Kat evidently noticed that I was feeling a little down, so she began to snuggle in my lap earlier in the afternoon than had been her custom. She didn't talk much; she just held me and caressed my face and neck, while trailing light, sweet kisses over my skin. She also noticed that I wasn't very talkative, and after dinner one night, she snuggled in my lap and started a conversation about boys. We were sitting in our usual spot on the couch in the family room and we talked a little about boys, girls, and the like, as we had done many times before. Kat had never had a steady boyfriend and never talked about it, so I questioned her about it.

"Mom, I told you the boys at school were immature and boring." She said. "The girls said that all any of the boys wanted was to get in their pants and if the girls didn't let them, then the boys moved on to try to find someone that would let them. I didn't want to get involved in all that drama. That's why I avoided the boys in school, all the way up until graduation. Now I won't have to see any of them anymore. Besides, I'd like to find someone like daddy, strong, smart, handsome, sweet and nice."

Then she giggled, sat up and kissed me on the lips, startling me. "I also want to be like you, Mommy, smart, pretty and sexy... so, so sexy."

She hugged me tightly, pressing her eighteen-year-old B-cups into my thirty-six-year-old C-cups. Even though this was one of the times I was wearing a bra, I could tell Kat wasn't and her nipples were obviously erect and pressing into my own. I had never, ever had a sexual thought about any woman, let alone my daughter, yet here I was, my vagina tingling and suddenly wet; my nipples straining to meet Kat's.

Kat began to kiss me, at the juncture between my neck and my shoulder, softly and slowly with soft, wet lips and gentle licks to my suddenly hot skin.

Withdrawing her lips slightly she blew cool air on the wet trail, giving me shivers that started at my neck, traveled down my spine, through my bottom and vagina and seemingly directly into my clit, causing me to clench my vagina.

I was panting as she continued her slow journey to my jaw line, pausing there to deliver many small light kisses, barely touching the skin, and then licking and blowing again. The chills redoubled and my vagina had gone from merely being wet to gushing juice into my panties. I watched her slowly work her way up to my ear until I could no longer focus and couldn't turn my eyes any further.

Giving in to the exquisite sensations, I let my head to drop to the back of the couch, closing my eyes in partial surrender to the demands of my body. She shifted in my lap to regain the position she had lost when my head lolled back, then she was back at my jaw line, proceeding to my ear, my breath coming in gasps, much as hers was. Arriving at my ear, she gently sucked the lobe into her soft, warm lips and proceeded to suckle tenderly at the lobe. The feeling was indescribable.

Letting loose of my lobe, she traced the edge of my ear simply with the tip of her tongue and, having wetted it, resumed blowing. My vagina contracted and I experienced a small orgasm. My eyes flew open as I realized that Kat, my baby girl, had caused an orgasm from merely kissing and licking my neck and ear. The tremors rolled gently through me as I enjoyed the sensations coming from her lips and from within my body.

I was confused and aroused and I didn't want it to stop. Kat moved back around to my cheek and I saw her lips moving toward my eyes so I closed my eyes and her light, tender kisses fell upon them. The tip of her tongue tickled my eyelashes and I giggled a little, it felt so soothing. She slipped down and kissed my nose, once again eliciting a giggle from me. Instead of moving to my lips, as I expected, she moved to my cheek, kissing slowly and softly around my mouth and then to my chin. I barely felt her hands moving on my body, but I knew she was caressing my arms lightly as she moved her lips around my face.

I briefly wondered where she had learned this, but, the sensations of her lips and hands, which had now moved to my chest and my straining nipples, overwhelmed rational thought. She sucked my chin into her lips and I felt her tongue tickle the skin, so very lightly and briefly. Moving up, she sucked my lower lip between hers and gently suckled there for a few moments.

Releasing my lip from hers, she hovered above my face with hers. I opened eyes and watched her watching me. She feinted towards my lips with hers and my eyes closed in anticipation of a kiss, a kiss that didn't come. I opened my eyes again and she was right there watching me. Again, she feinted and again I closed my eyes, and again, no kiss. I moaned in disappointment as I opened my eyes once again. Kat's eyes were fixed firmly on mine as she held her ground briefly. Then she feinted and I kept my eyes open. Kat's eyes smiled as I watched the teasing dance of her lips and face. She feinted, I watched, moaning again. Deciding I could wait no longer, I moved my face toward hers, only to have her move farther away. I sank back, frustrated.

This time when she moved toward me I aggressively and desperately met her lips and kissed her briefly, before allowing my head to descend to the couch once again. This time, Kat followed my descending head and moved into a deep kiss, briefly cupping my face between her hands and then slipping her arms around me. Kat's lips stayed on mine as she held the kiss and pulled me tightly to her. I felt her tongue against my lips and, without thinking; I opened my lips to allow her tongue into my mouth.

I abruptly realized that I had closed my eyes, once again and opened them to see that Kat was still watching me closely as we kissed. I recognized the smile in her eyes and realized that the intimacy was making her truly happy. My arms had been hanging inert at my sides since Kat began caressing and kissing me. I raised them, put them around her back, and held her as a lover would. Kat moaned when I did that and then her moan turned into a purr as her eyes closed.

Our tongues dueled in my mouth as it dawned on me that my daughter was an exceptional kisser. I was as turned on as I had ever been in my life and it was from kissing; kissing my daughter. Every time the thought that I was kissing my daughter struck me; my vagina gushed and I got more seriously aroused. Suddenly, Kat slipped off my lap and stood, stretching as she did. I followed her with my eyes and shyly reached out with my hands as she slipped away.




Kat



"Momma, I think I want a shower before we go to bed." Kat half-whispered. "Do you want me to sleep with you again tonight?"

I nodded, stunned and mute. Her sudden departure left me feeling cold and a little empty and desperately desiring more contact. I took a deep, shaky breath and watched as she padded silently to her room and. Again, her swaying butt entranced me and I watched her until she paused briefly at the door and looked back at me. I looked up at her face, she smiled slightly, and my heart fluttered like that of a lovesick schoolgirl. Then, she stepped though the door and was gone.

I sat and stared at the door for a few minutes and finally accepted that Kat was not immediately returning to me, if at all. I stood on trembling legs and made my way to the bathroom in my room. Dazed, I stood and stared at myself in the mirror, my mind not fully accepting what had just occurred.

I knew it was wrong to desire the intimate, loving, lustful contact with my daughter, but it just felt so right. I slowly removed my clothing, watching as my naked body was revealed in the mirror. I saw that my skin was flushed and as I removed my bra, I noticed that my nipples were as hard and long as I could ever remember them.

I turned on the shower, adjusting the temperature so that it felt comfortable on my burning skin. Stepping in, I stood for several minutes while the water sluiced over my skin. I was hoping to cool myself from the encounter with Kat, but my body retained the heat from our intimate encounter.

As I stood there, my mind kept going back to the soft, sensual, kissing and touching with Kat. I couldn't think of much else and as I stood there I realized that my vagina was still wet and as my fingers crept to the moist opening, I found that I wanted, needed, something more. I leaned back against the wall as my trembling fingers probed the velvety smooth, sensitive skin of my lips. I moved my fingers up, stroked my clit, and closed my eyes, trying to think of Alex but all I could see was Kat's face and all I could feel were Kat's lips on mine.

Every time her face flashed in my mind's eye, my vagina would clench. I just gave in to the feeling and remembered her soft, sweet lips and her hands as they softly stroked my arms and held me gently. The incredible feelings of love and lust for my daughter washed through my body as I stroked the sensitive skin of my lips and clit.

Soft warmth started deep in my womb and slowly radiated outward. Tingling began to accompany the warmth, starting with my fingers and toes, which quickly spread through my hands, feet arms and legs so that it was rushing toward the warmth. When the tingling and the warmth collided I came in a thunderous orgasm that weakened my knees, and I crumpled to the floor of the shower, softly crying out Kat's name. I sat in the corner of the shower for a few minutes trying to make sense of what had happened and failing.

More confused than before, I rose on shaky legs, turned off the water, stepped from the shower and slowly dried myself off. I looked around and realized that I didn't bring any pajamas in with me. I hung the towel back up and put my clothes in the hamper. Naked, I walked into the bedroom and was startled by Kat sitting on the bed, in her favorite, pink, nearly transparent, baby doll pajamas, watching television, and I froze in my tracks. She glanced from the screen to me and whistled.

"Wow, Mom," she giggled. "Nice bod."

She obviously thought that was hilarious because she started laughing and flopped back on the bed. I stood there speechless, legs spread, hands on my hips, briefly forgetting my nudity. Kat rolled over, her eyes swept over my breasts, and nether regions, startling me and making me remember that I was still naked. I tried covering myself as I walked to the dresser to get something to wear. I heard Kat giggling as I turned away to slip my legs into a pair of panties.

Again, she whistled. "Niiice butt, Mom."

She took me off guard once again and this time I lost my balance. My foot tangled in my panties and I hopped, sideways, until I collided with the bed, falling onto it. I lay there for a moment stunned. I took a quick inventory of my body and found no pain, so I figured I was OK. I rolled the rest of the way onto my back and there was Kat, hanging over me, grinning.

"Is this the first time you've ever gotten dressed by yourself, Mom?" She giggled.

I was speechless. I just shook my head disgustedly and stood up. As I bent to pull the panties up, I saw that when I had fallen, I put my foot through the crotch, ruining the underwear. Sighing, I sat down on the bed and pulled off the ruined garment. As I sat back up, I felt Kat's hot breath on my shoulder as she leaned in to kiss my neck.

"It's OK, Mom." She whispered, "I'm sure you have more."

I shivered from the kiss and her breath on my neck and stood. I walked over to my dresser and pulled open the lingerie drawer. Normally, I wear warm, full-length pajamas when sleeping with Kat, leaving the silky, sexy nightwear for my time with Alex. Tonight, however, I wanted to look and feel sexy for my daughter.

I pulled out a short, off-white silk slip. It had dark red, soft lace trim with matching spaghetti straps; it fell just below my butt and crotch. Alex loved the way this looked and felt on me and I hoped Kat would find it just as exciting. Once again, the thought flitted through my brain that it was so wrong to desire my daughter in this way, dressing for her, but, currently, my brain wasn't really in charge. I stood in front of the mirror, looking at myself, my naked body glowing, but also acutely aware that Kat was watching me.

Looking past my image in the mirror and into Kat's eyes, I allowed the slip to slither down my body, shimmying to get the silky garment past my boobs and butt. Kat's eyes widened when I shook, following the smooth sway of my breasts in the mirror. I reached back into the drawer to retrieve the matching panties, hesitated and then, as I often did with Alex, decided to forgo the panties.

I glanced back into the mirror and Kat's eyes were huge, watching me as I firmly closed the drawer. I walked over to the bed and picked up the remote. I pointed it at the television, turning it off. I slowly turned, watching Kat out of the corner of my eye, and retrieved the remote for the stereo and put it on a soft rock station.

My back was turned to Kat, but I could see her, in the mirror, watching my every move. I stepped back in front of the mirror, picked up my hairbrush, and as I slowly stroked my hair, my breasts filled the front of the silky slip with fully erect nipples tenting the fabric. I glanced at Kat's face in the mirror and she was glued to every move, staring with rapt attention. Satisfied with my hair, I moved back to the bed.

I picked up the edge of the sheet and slipped under it. The slip rode up a little, exposing my butt to the cool air between the sheets. I adored the naughty feeling of being partially naked under the sheet with my daughter. Kat was still staring at me and hadn't moved.

"Kat?" I asked softly, "Aren't you going to lie down?"

Kat barely nodded and moved to slide under the sheet with me. I turned to lie on my side, my back to her. I held my breath, waiting for Kat to settle in bed, hoping that she would continue what she had so suddenly abandoned in the family room. She settled in and lay quite still, as did I.

I waited for her to approach, now barely breathing in anticipation. I felt a small movement behind me and once again held my breath. Once again, she settled in, not moving. The anticipation, the desire, the hope was pounding in my heart, my throat and in my ears. I breathed again.

She moved again, the shift in the bed larger this time. I felt the warmth of her body as she approached me. Slowly, gently I felt her body press into mine, her wonderful, young, firm breasts crushing against my back, nipples burning hotly into my skin. The front of her bare thighs felt wonderfully hot against the back of my bare thighs.

Her breath caught as she realized she was up against my naked bottom. She briefly ground her panty covered crotch against my tailbone as she sought a comfortable position. Her hand slid slowly down my arm until she found my hand, entwining her fingers with mine. Again, I felt her warm breath on the back of my neck and then she softly, gently kissed my neck a couple of times. I felt the bed shift once more as she settled her head on the pillow.

I was anticipating a return to our activities on the couch and it seemed she wasn't interested. I hoped she was waiting or teasing me and I waited for her to continue. I was disappointed when I heard her breathing settle into a rhythm that I recognized as sleep.

My nipples were still hard, my vagina weeping and aching. Kat had barely moved, holding my hand, her breasts pressing into my back. What little shifting she had done only worsened my problem. The shifting in her sleep had moved her pajamas up above her waist and her bare tummy, hips, and crotch were pressed tightly against my bare butt.

I lay there not able to go to sleep. I was attuned to her every sound and movement. Every nerve ending where our skin met was on fire. It was agonizing lying there, waiting. I finally realized that she wasn't going to wake and continue and l peered over at the clock, shocked to find that it was nearing five o'clock in the morning. I had been awake all night.

Succumbing to the realization that nothing was going to happen, I closed my eyes and immediately fell into a restless sleep. I dreamed first of Kat as a small child laughing and running and playing with Alex. That dream morphed into our time on the couch, my vagina clenching at the memory of Kat's kisses. Finally, I realized that I was having an orgasm, not only in my dream, but also in reality. I opened my eyes as the warm waves crashed through my body, filling me with joy.

Kat's hand was no longer holding mine, it was under my slip, gently caressing my breast, teasing the diamond tipped nipple, softly. I slowly rolled over to look at her and I saw that she was still asleep. I was a little stunned, how could she bring me such pleasure and still be asleep? When I rolled, her hand fell limply away from my breast and lay, still, on my tummy.

"Kat?" I whispered softly, "Are you awake?"

She snorted in her sleep, as I had evidently startled her, which made me giggle. Suddenly, she flipped over to lay on her other side, rolling away from me. I lay there for a few moments, just watching her sleep, my love for her filling my senses. I realized that I needed to use the restroom and slid quietly out of bed, trying not to disturb her. After finishing on the toilet, I stood and looked in the mirror, much as I had the night before.

'Annie McCutcheon, what has gotten into you?' I asked the woman in the mirror. 'She's your daughter, for chrissake!'

The woman in the mirror stared back at me, mute. She had no more answers than I did. I brushed my hair and teeth, finishing my routine by using mouthwash. I went back into the bedroom and Kat was gone, all that was left was the small indent in the sheets where she had lain. I went over to the bed and laid my hand on the sheet.

It was still warm and my heart fluttered again, much as it had the night before, as the thought flashed through my mind that I had just missed her. I sighed and then made the bed. I looked briefly at the dresser before deciding to forgo panties, once again. I don't know what I was thinking or hoping, I guess I wanted my options as open as possible.

As I walked out to the kitchen, I glanced at Kat's door and it was closed. I made coffee and then looked in the 'fridge to see what I wanted for breakfast. There was a lot of fruit, so I made us fruit plates and set them on the table. The coffee maker beeped, I went to get a cup from the cupboard and I got a slight whiff of jasmine just before I felt Kat's arms encircle my waist. Immediately following the touch from her arms, I felt her breasts flatten against my back. It took all the emotional strength I could manage to keep from moaning in desire. Her lips touched the naked skin of my back, above the slip, as her hands settled on my tummy, just above my pubis.

"Morning, Momma," Kat whispered. "Did you sleep as well as I did? I really slept great." She asked gently, laying her head on my upper back.

I was struggling to control myself; my breathing ragged just from her light kisses and touch, my head was spinning as I strained to keep from twirling around and molesting my baby.

"Momma?" Kat whispered again, the concern in her voice evident. "Are you OK?"

Not trusting my voice, yet, I just nodded. After a few moments, I finally answered.

"Yes, baby," I said shakily. "I was just a little dizzy, for a minute. I guess I need the coffee more that I thought."

She giggled, kissing my back once again. As she squeezed tighter around my waist, her hands slipped further down, getting dangerously close to my vagina. It reacted by pulsing once before I had yet another small orgasm from the touch of my daughter. The juice that had been welling up inside me all night oozed out and I felt a small, hot splash on my ankle.

My aroma enveloped us and she had to wonder what was going on with her mother, but she didn't say a word, just slipped her fingers further down, barely touching the top my slit. She stopped moving down, but pressed harder and the orgasm that had been small, gained strength, roaring through me like a freight train, buckling my knees. I dropped the coffee cup and grabbed the counter, so that I wouldn't fall. Kat never said a word; though she must have known the effect that she was having on me.

She held on until I stopped shaking, then with a small squeeze, she stepped back. "Are you sure you're all right, Mom?"

I nodded weakly, mumbling that I needed to go to the bathroom. I looked down at the otherwise spotless kitchen floor to see a puddle between my feet. As I stumbled to the bathroom, I hoped Kat wouldn't see it before I could clean it up. Once in the bathroom, the woman in the mirror looked at me with a wry smile, shaking her head. I had to get a grip on myself. I cleaned myself up and, this time, I fought the urge to go without panties, retrieving a pair from the drawer and pulling them on. If I could not trust my own behavior, I was not going to leave trails through the house.

Kat was sitting at the table, sipping coffee, and waiting for me. I stopped dead in my tracks. I realized I had not looked at her, earlier. She was wearing her skimpiest bathing suit. I had seen it before and Alex and I had forbidden her from wearing it anywhere but at our backyard pool. When she brought it home, I was not even sure her dad should see her in it. In fact, this was the first time in the six weeks since she'd bought it that I'd seen it.

It had white, long, narrow triangles that covered her nipples and then spread out at the bottom to cover a small portion of the bottom of her breast. A white string (thread?) tied behind her back and neck held the triangles together and onto her body. I hadn't known until that moment that my daughter was shaving her pubic hair, but realized she must. Another tiny white triangle that had to be micrometers above the top of her slit covered her vagina and a matching one mostly covered the crease in her ass. Strings also held the bottom triangles together.

Standing there looking at her, I was grateful that I had put on the panties; otherwise, I'd have two pools to clean up. She was stunning, sitting there looking through her bangs at me, now sucking on the tip of her index finger. My breath caught in my chest, as I was mesmerized. This was my baby, I was seeing her as a very sexual creature for the first time in my life, and I was a little overwhelmed.

She licked down her finger and looked up at me. "Momma? Are you sure you're OK?"

I just nodded and turned to the counter, so that I could clean up my mess from a few minutes ago. It was gone and, horrified; I realized that Kat had cleaned it up. I turned back to Kat and there was a dishrag lying on the table and an extra teaspoon in front of her plate. The teaspoon had a small amount of clear liquid in it and looking me straight in the eyes, Kat deliberately picked up the spoon and dribbled the contents onto her fruit, then slipped the spoon into her mouth and licked it clean.   

"Yum!" She murmured and laid the spoon down.

I thought I knew what was in the spoon, but I wasn't certain and didn't want to ask. Kat continued to watch me as she started to eat her fruit, moaning softly with each bite.

"Momma?" She murmured, "Aren't you going to eat?" I nodded woodenly, slowly approaching the table. "Aren't you going to have some coffee, Mom?" Kat asked softly.

I stopped and turned to the counter, retrieving my cup and filling it. I returned to the table, noting that Kat's eyes never left me. After I sat, Kat picked up the spoon again and licked it, somewhat like a cat. I just sat and looked at her, finally picking up my cup and sipping. I ate some fruit, and started to relax. I had finally gained some composure and was confident I could speak.

"What are you planning to do today, sweetie?" I asked her.

Her reply revealed her excitement. "Arianna and Jillian are coming over and we're gonna lay out by the pool. Why don't you hang out with us today, Mom?"

Arianna and Jillian were Kat's closest friends. They had met in Kat's very first gymnastics class, even before kindergarten, and had been inseparable ever since. They had spent many, many nights at each other's homes as they were growing up and it didn't seem that even graduation was going to dampen their friendship.

"I don't think your friends want to spend a nice summer day with your old Mom." I said, smiling.

"Mom!" Kat protested, "They don't think of you like that! Do you remember I was six, how I cut my finger? Ari and Jilly wanted to be blood sisters, so they had you cut their fingers, too, remember?"

I laughed, "Yes, I do."

"Then we all said you had to do it, too." She said, eyes shining at the memory. "You did and we have never forgotten it. We are blood sisters, all four of us. Ari and Jilly talk about it all the time. They couldn't and can't believe how cool you were about it. They still think you're the coolest Mom, ever."

I laughed again. "I can't take credit for being the only cool mom. I called Arianna and Jillian's moms and explained what was going on. I wanted their permission to cut the girls. They both thought it was cute and agreed. So, they're pretty cool moms, too."

"Yeah, but they're not our blood sisters, you are." Kat said proudly.

"You do realize it was a moot point for you and me to do that, don't you?" I said. "We're already blood relations."

Kat giggled briefly, and then got serious. "I know that Mom. But, you volunteered to be my blood sister and that has always meant a lot to me." Tears came to her eyes, which made me start to cry.

Kat jumped up, came around the table and crawled up in my lap. She gave me a big kiss, not like last night, a big smacking, 'I love you Mom' kiss and settled into my arms, her head on my shoulder. I tasted myself on her lips and I knew that she had cleaned up my spill, and had been savoring it with her fruit. I held her softly and gently, my hands on her bare back. We sat there quietly for a few minutes.

I felt her lips on my neck, like last night, and I thought I was going to melt. She gently pressed her soft lips to the increasingly hot skin and maintained contact for a few seconds at a time. She started gently sucking and through her open lips softly tongued the skin. Bringing her arm up my side, she cupped my breast and found the nipple, squeezing it gently and bringing it to a full point. I moaned, not holding back this time. When she released my skin from her lips, she giggled.




Kat



"I gave you a little hickey, Mom!" She kissed it and laughed. "It's a good thing Daddy won't be home for a while; you'd have a hard time explaining THAT!"

"Kat! You little minx!" I said horrified, "What are Arianna and Jillian going to think?"

"They'll think you're really the coolest Mom, ever!" She yelped. "Especially after I tell them how I gave it to you!" She was really laughing, now.

"Katarina Alexandra McCutcheon! You can't!" I wailed. "What will they think of me?"

Kat quieted and said seriously and very quietly, "That you are the sexiest woman alive, just like I do."

With that, she leaned in and pressed her lips to mine, fully, sensuously in what was the sexiest kiss I had ever experienced. Her lips were fully on mine, her tongue barely touching mine, her hands gently holding my face. She teased the tip of my tongue with hers and released my face from her hands. They drifted down to my breasts that were aching for her touch.

My heart nearly burst when her soft, warm hands finally, firmly cupped my breasts and her thumbs gently covered my nipples. I moaned, again not holding back as she caressed my breasts.

My lips tried to follow hers when she pulled back from the kiss. "God, Momma! I want you so badly!" She said urgently to me. I leaned back in and she stayed away. "We can't! Not Now! Ari and Jilly will be here any minute."

I nearly screamed in frustration. Kat quickly kissed me and leapt off my lap. "Mommy, I promise, later I will make you feel like you've never felt. But, we can't let them see us...or smell us like this."

She started giggling and sniffing the air. "Do you have any Glade?"

Her completely unexpected comment took me by surprise and I laughed loudly along with her. Of course, I went and retrieved the Glade from the pantry and sprayed it around the kitchen. I put it away and turned to find Kat standing quietly, watching me.

Her eyes were wide and caught mine, and her hand was inside the bikini bottom, moving slowly. When she knew she had my attention, she withdrew her hand and her fingers were shiny, slick with her essence. She held them up, crooked her finger, and motioned for me to come to her. I did, mesmerized by the sight of her juices sliding down her fingers. I stopped, standing in front of her, my eyes glazed and focused on the drooling digits.

Slowly, agonizingly slowly, Kat moved her hand toward my lips and like an obedient child; I opened my mouth. Kat stopped just short of my mouth and waited. I couldn't stand it and moved toward her fingers and she pulled back slightly. I stopped, confused.

When she pulled her fingers toward her own mouth, I moaned in disappointment. Kat smiled, seemingly satisfied with my reaction and slipped her fingers into my mouth. Her flavor was not unlike my own, sweet, yet musky, with a hint of peaches. I grabbed her hand, not wanting her to withdraw and cleaned the heady elixir from her fingers. I released her hand when it was clean and leaned toward her, my lips pursed, ready for a kiss.

She smiled gently, putting her forefinger to my lips. "Not now, Momma, you must wait 'til later." She turned to walk from the kitchen.

I almost screamed in disappointment and frustration.

Then she stopped and said, without turning, "You are going to put on a bathing suit and join us, right?"

"I don't think your friends want your old Mom out there with them." I muttered.

"Mo-om!" Kat said fiercely, "I told you that we are blood sisters and we all love you! Of course, we want you with us. Now, please go put on a bathing suit."

I couldn't believe I was taking orders from my eighteen year old daughter, but, nevertheless, I slowly walked into my bedroom. I pulled off my slip and panties, which were soaked, going into the bathroom to put them in the laundry. I cleaned myself up, again, and then went back into the bedroom.

I pulled open the drawer with my bathing suits and just stood there looking at them. I didn't know if I really should join the girls and if I did, which suit I should wear. My instinct was to cover myself as much as possible, in order to keep my mind straight and not embarrass Kat and myself with any inappropriate behavior.

I reached into the drawer and pulled out a navy blue one-piece that was very conservative. It covered all my cleavage and the bottom was cut extremely low on my legs, almost like shorts, and included a little white skirt. I stood there, holding it up and looking at it when Kat walked into the room.

"Mom, Ari and Jilly are...." She said before stopping suddenly. "Oh, hell no! You are NOT wearing that. We want to hang out with our sexy blood sister....not Grandma!"

In spite of myself, I had to laugh at that. Kat stood there with her hands on her hips glaring at me and the ugly suit and I saw a grin trying to break through, even though she was fighting it. Then, she started laughing, too. She walked over and hugged me, grabbing the suit and throwing it in the trash can.

She kissed me on the neck, briefly weakening my knees, before releasing me and starting to dig in the drawer. She found a suit that I had bought for a wedding anniversary vacation that Alex and I took to Aruba earlier this year. I refused to go topless in public; this suit was the closest thing to it.

The bright tangerine bikini top was as small, if not smaller than Kat's. I had to be very careful while wearing it or my nipples popped free. That was Alex's favorite feature of the suit. The bottoms were ultra low-rise, boy shorts that barely covered the crack of my ass in the back. I have to shave the front when I wear it, because if I don't, the fabric is so sheer and tight that my pubic hair clearly shows.

Of course, when I shaved, my lips were clearly visible. Alex loved this feature, too. He didn't mind showing me off a little, he enjoyed appreciation that other men and women displayed for me and the envy that was directed his way.

Don't get me wrong, he had no desire to share me or see me with other men, he just loved the fact that I was on object of lust for some men and women. Every time that I wore that suit on the beach, it culminated in long bouts of unrestrained, mind-blowing sex, as soon as we were alone. Most times we were in our room, but occasionally on the beach. Sometimes we snuck down the beach at night to be alone. I loved sex on the beach at night, in the warm tropical breezes. That may have been our best vacation ever.

"This is it, Mom!" She gushed. "I love you in this and Ari and Jilly have never seen it. They'll love it! Wear it, Mom, please?"

I blushed from head to toes and she giggled, watching the blush creep down my body. "Careful Mom, the red clashes with the tangerine."

I stood there for a moment, speechless, but then I laughed, too, the laughter helping me to relax. I put the suit on and Kat helped me straighten the straps on the bra. Her fingers inadvertently brushed my nipples and I shivered. Kat smiled and, again, deliberately brushed them and, again, I shivered. I glanced down at my chest and was horrified to see that my nipples were engorged to the point that all the bumps and ridges were clearly visible through the fabric of the suit.

"Kat, I can't go out there like this!" I gasped. "What will they think with the hickey and the erect nipples? They'll think I'm a slut!"

"Relax, Mom." Kat whispered. "I'll give you a few minutes to calm down. I'll tell the girls you're still getting dressed."

She leaned in and kissed me, her tongue briefly tickling my lips. My eyes fluttered closed as my desire for her came rushing back, and then she was gone. I opened my eyes and all that remained of Kat was the faint scent of jasmine.

I slumped to the bed and put my head in my hands. The emotional roller coaster that Kat had me riding kept my head spinning. She had repeatedly brought me to a fever pitch and then walked away. I was off balance, I was confused and all I knew was that she wanted me and I desperately wanted her. That was the only thing that was certain in my mind, maybe. I sat back up, making up my mind that I was going to make the best of this.

I stood and walked to the mirror, appraising myself. When my inspection reached the bikini bottoms, I realized that I hadn't shaved recently enough to wear this suit. Instead of disappointing Kat by changing, I decided to shave, quickly. I stripped off the bottoms, went into the bathroom and got out my shaving kit. I lathered up and carefully ran the razor over the stubble.

When I rinsed it off and checked the smoothness, I didn't like the results, so I changed the blade and repeated the process. This time the results were more acceptable. Actually, I was as smooth as a baby's bottom. Figuring that I was already there, I took the time to make sure that all the hair was gone from my lips and butt. I wasn't sure why I did that, it just seemed like I should be as smooth and as clean as possible. I cleaned up the bathroom and myself and went back into the bedroom.

I put the bikini bottoms back on and looked at the woman in the mirror. She looked pretty good to my critical eye, but not very confident. She seemed to be saying 'You're way too old to be dressed and acting like this'. I knew she was right, but I had come this far and didn't want to disappoint Kat. Taking a deep breath, I strode through the sliding door between the bedroom and the pool deck, displaying far more self-confidence than I really felt.

In the fifteen or twenty minutes that I had spent cleaning up and dressing; the girls had obviously already been in the pool. They were lying on the lounge chairs, hair and bathing suits dripping. I walked up quietly, still a little embarrassed by appearing in this suit. Thankfully, my nipples seemed to be behaving themselves and staying dormant. Well, they did until Kat saw me.

She stood up and turned to me and the white, sheer material of the suit had virtually disappeared because of the water. She looked naked, her nipples were clearly visible and her thighs framed her vagina neatly. The sight of my incredibly hot daughter shattered the calm that I had found by being alone. My nipples popped out to full erection and my vagina was, once again, suddenly, soaking wet. I began to worry that I would show a spot on the bikini, embarrassing myself further. Kat started bouncing toward me, my eyes helplessly following her bobbling breasts.

"Mom!" Kat cried, "You left it on! You look awesome!"

Arianna and Jillian jumped up also, turning to me. 'Oh Crap!' I thought when I saw them. They had been lying face down on the loungers and had removed their tops. All three of them ran to me and hugged me. All of the naked and nearly naked flesh pressing into my skin nearly overwhelmed me. They were hugging me, kissing me, giggling, and squirming against me.

"Mrs. McCutcheon, I agree with Kat!" Jillian squealed, "You look great! You are so sexy! I hope I look half as good as you when I'm your age.....uhhh, I mean....uhhh you're not old...uhhh...oh shit!"

Jillian started crying and turned blood red with embarrassment. She hid her face and stumbled away. The other two started laughing at her and I felt really badly for her. I told the other two to shush and went after Jillian.

I caught her and turned her into my arms. Even though I was concerned about her, my first thought was that she felt so soft and warm in my arms, her breasts pressing softly into my tummy and her head nestled between my breasts. As guilty as it made me feel; I was thrilling to the feel of her young flesh squeezed against mine.

"Jillian, it's OK," I murmured. "I was very flattered by what you said; I know you didn't mean that I was old. I was truly flattered that a beautiful girl like you would want to look like me at her age. Honestly, that's how I feel, sweetie. Stop crying now, it's really OK."

She raised her pretty, tear-stained face up to mine and smiled timidly at me. "Really? You're not mad?"

I kissed her forehead and smiled. "Really, I'm not mad at all. I really am flattered, sweetheart."

She threw her arms around me and hugged me, tightly. She pressed her face between my breasts and mixed feelings of desire and guilt washed over me. I felt guilty because she trusted me as an adult, here to help her and all I could think about was her fresh young body, molding itself to mine. She withdrew her face from my breasts, got up on tiptoes, and kissed me, first on the hickey, and then raising her face to mine; her tongue briefly touched my lips. She stepped away, giggling at my surprise.

"Thank you Mrs. McCutcheon, I feel better now." She said, completely ignoring the tongue, not letting Kat and Arianna know.

I smiled at our little secret. "Under the circumstances," I said, looking her directly in the eyes, teasing her with innuendo, disappointment flashing briefly in her eyes, "Since you guys are graduates now, young adults, you and Arianna ought to call me Annie. OK? Especially since we're 'blood sisters'."

Her disappointment changed to joy as she realized I was keeping our secret. She stepped back into me and hugged me again. "Annie," she said, testing how it felt on her lips. "Annie," she repeated, "I like it!"

I turned to look at Kat and Arianna. Arianna was giggling and Kat was glaring at Jillian and me. She didn't look happy. Arianna ran up to me and hugged me. She gave me a big kiss, and then hugged Jillian, apologizing for laughing. They were OK. I wasn't so sure about Kat.

I knew that my bottoms were wet and I had to cover the wetness, so I stepped to the pool and dived in. When I came up I turned to look at the girls and Kat was giving Jillian an earful. Jillian just laughed at her, came over, and jumped in the pool, swimming to my side. She stood up, her hands below the water. As we stood there looking at Kat and Arianna, I felt Jillian's hand slide down my butt and between my legs.

She squeezed my vagina, quickly, firmly, and then she was gone, swimming to the side of the pool, and, in an impressive athletic move, popped up out of the water and onto the deck. She walked up to Kat, hugged her, kissed her, and hugged her again, tightly. Kat was tense at first and then she relaxed, hugging her friend back. Arianna skipped over and joined in a group hug and suddenly they were all laughing, whispering, and giggling.

They all turned to look at me, standing alone in the pool. Kat was looking into my eyes as Jillian reached behind Kat's back and loosened the top to her bikini. Her breasts didn't drop at all as Jillian removed the top, Kat still watching my eyes carefully. My eyes were riveted to her chest as the perfect little snow cones with the cherry toppings were revealed.

My mouth started watering and I licked my lips, almost crying out in dismay when Kat covered her breasts with her hands. I looked up at her face and a wicked little smile was playing on her lips. (Evil child!) Cupping the little orbs in her palms, she pinched her nipples, her pretty lips forming an 'O' as the pleasure coursed through her, and her eyes, heavy lidded, were nearly closed.

Suddenly, I noticed hands at Kat's hips, hands untying the tiny bottoms to her bikini. I held my breath as I watched Kat's womanhood revealed. My assumption that she was shaving was confirmed as bare skin and a petite slit appeared. Her tight little body held my gaze as I watched Jillian's hands make their way over the smooth skin as Arianna finished removing Kat's bathing suit.

I moaned a little as Jillian kissed Kat and her hand found and cupped Kat's mound. Kat turned to Jillian and tugged at the bottoms of Jillian's bathing suit. Jillian stepped back and pulled on the ties that held the tiny scrap of material to her body. The ties came free and Jillian released them. The material fluttered to the deck and Jillian's entire glorious body was on display.

Even though she had displayed her breasts when I came out to the pool, I hadn't paid attention. I looked closely, now. Jillian's breasts were no more than a large A cup, but with the most delicious looking pale pink nipples. The nipples were long, and as I was noticing now, erect. Where Kat was completely shaven, Jillian had, what appeared to be very fine, almost white, blonde hair covering her vagina.

Jillian noticed that I was staring and, giggling, did a slow pirouette. Her butt was slowly; tantalizingly slowly, revealed to my sight. Like Kat's butt, it was firm and round, toned by years of gymnastics. I had to check the corners of my mouth because it felt like I was drooling. The two nubile, fresh, young bodies in front of my hungry eyes looked good enough to eat, and, Oh My God, how I wanted to taste them.

I dragged my eyes to look first into Jillian's eyes and then flickered over to Kat's eyes. Jillian's expression was one of wide-eyed amusement at my slobber-jawed reaction. Kat's expression was harder to read. Her eyes were heavy-lidded, once again, and her lips were in a pout that was, at the same time, childish, yet very, very sexy.

Arianna slipped between Kat and Jillian, startling me because I had momentarily forgotten she was there. I took in the sight of Arianna's body, which was a complete contrast to the other girls. Kat and Jillian were about the same height and even though Kat was a redhead and Jillian was a Nordic blonde, their skin tone was about the same. They could easily pass for sisters.

Arianna, however, was taller than the other two, with much darker skin. Her father was second-generation Italian and his dark good looks were evident in Arianna. Her hair was blue-black it was so dark and since the girls were no longer active in gymnastics, she had allowed it to grow long. It was thick, smooth and gorgeous.

Kat envied Arianna's hair and commented frequently how she had wished hers could be more like Arianna's. Arianna, while not fat by any stretch of the imagination, was far curvier than Kat and Jillian. Kat and Jillian had always worn normal sports bras while doing their gymnastics work.

Arianna, however, had to use an industrial strength sports bra to keep her D cups contained. They were big, round and capped with enormous black, thick nipples. Her stomach had a little pooch, her butt was round and firm and she was a walking wet dream. I didn't know what her vagina looked like because she had not removed her boy-shorts.

Looking at all three of them, now, I was pretty sure I was drooling. Kat's expression hadn't changed, but the other two were giggling. Arianna put her arms around the waists of Kat and Jillian and turned them toward the house. I stood in the pool and watched the three sets of hips, with exquisite butts, two naked, one not, sway to the house and then through the patio doors to Kat's room.

I heard the lock click after the door closed. Because I was in the bright sunlight, I couldn't see into the room. Soon, though, it didn't matter, because one of the girls drew the blinds across the doors.

I stood there in the pool, alone, jealous, envious and very, very unhappy. I wanted to go see what the girls were doing, but the blinds were closed. I briefly thought that I might go into the house and try Kat's door, maybe they hadn't locked it. I rejected that thought, unhappily realizing that they didn't want me in there.

I was distraught; after building my emotions to a fever pitch, the girls suddenly, callously, excluded me. I slowly exited the pool and, after drying myself off, lay down on a lounger, facing Kat's room. I told myself I was getting some sun, but I knew it was an excuse, even in that moment. I tried closing my eyes, but that didn't help much. I kept peeking, hoping that Kat would come to me. She didn't.

I found myself staring at Kat's door, my fingers having crept to my tummy, then sliding down to cup my mound, just as Jillian had. I gently stroked my slit and clit through the delicate fabric, my juices flowing freely, once again. It was not enough. I needed skin on skin contact and I slithered my fingers under the waistband. I hesitated for a moment, thinking that it was wrong to masturbate in the open, even if it was my own, very private backyard. My need soon overwhelmed my reason and my fingers inched under my boy shorts.




Kat



I found my vagina, (No, Annie, I thought, you're fucking yourself while thinking of fucking pretty young girls, including your own daughter, it's a cunt, a cunny, a pussy, a gash, a slash and worst of all; a twat.) awash in my juices. I had a naughty thought as I coated my fingers in the hot, slippery, goo that was oozing from me. I wondered just how much Kat's juice tasted like mine.

Normally, I only tasted myself off Alex's penis, after we fucked and I was trying to get him back up. My juice was always combined with his and I didn't have a clear memory of how mine tasted, alone.

I pulled my slimy fingers out from my pussy (that's better Annie) and from under the bathing suit. I looked at the cream sliding down my fingers and my pussy pulsed and made yet more. I brought my fingers to my nose and, inhaling, found the aroma to be familiar as my own, yet enticingly like Kat's.

I slipped my fingers into my mouth and the tangy, musky flavor, tinged with peaches was almost exactly like Kat's. Maybe mine was muskier, but definitely the same strong, sexy flavor. I heard a noise from the house and looked up and the blinds at Kat's were moving like someone had been looking through them.

'No,' I thought, 'the girls are too involved with each other to watch me.'

I figured one of the girls had kicked the blinds, or brushed them in walking past. I returned to pleasuring myself without concerning myself with the girls. If they could enjoy themselves in Kat's room without me, then I would enjoy myself without them. Yeah, right. It was more as if I would make do without them.

I closed my eyes and the vision of Kat's naked body filled my mind. The pert breasts, the rosy pink nipples, the tiny slit and her mouth-watering ass made my breath catch in my throat. I had given myself over completely to the crushing desire that I felt for her. My fingers had found their way back to my cunt (the slang coming much more easily, now) and I felt the sparks as I made contact with my rigid clit.

My breath started coming in gasps as I pictured my baby sliding down my body. Just as her little face drew even with my pussy the orgasm that had been building exploded in light and colors behind my closed eyes. I felt the tingling in my hands and feet that I usually felt when Alex made me feel the most loved. I felt an overpowering love for Kat as I descended from the heights of the powerful orgasm.

I withdrew my hand from my bathing suit and, with eyes still closed, again brought the fragrant digits under my nose and into my mouth. I opened my eyes as I thought I heard Kat faintly say 'Oh My God!', but when I looked around, there was no-one there. I looked to her room and the still closed blinds.

I returned my attention to my dripping fingers and finished cleaning them with my lips and tongue. I looked down at my bathing suit when I was done and giggled. My boy shorts were twisted around, the crotch was soaked, and I could clearly see my lips, as they were well engorged and outlined through the soaked material.

I lay there reveling in the afterglow of the orgasm. I settled in, closed my eyes, and I must have fallen asleep. I opened my eyes sometime later and realized that the sun had slipped behind the house, almost setting, making it a little chilly. I decided I needed to go in and get cleaned up.

I got up, checking Kat's room one last time and went into my room. Instead of taking a shower, I drew a bath, using plenty of bubbles, planning to pamper myself a little. Going back into the bedroom, I queued up Norah Jones on my Ipod and plugged it into the stereo. I stripped off my bathing suit, giggling at how soaking wet the bottoms were. I eased into the hot water and slid down to a seated position. I wriggled around, got comfortable and laid back, closing my eyes.

The warmth, the soft, gentle music and the relaxation after the earlier orgasm almost lulled me back to sleep. It was comfortable, and I temporarily forgot the stress of my lust for my daughter. The water started to cool and I thought about getting out, but then I realized that I was enjoying this bath immensely. I let a little water out and then warmed up what remained with fresh, hot water.

I stayed in the bath for longer than I could remember ever having done previously, heating the water up several more times. Ultimately, I concluded it was time to get out. After I started drying myself off, I realized that I was pruny everywhere and it made me giggle once again. Still feeling like pampering myself, I used lotion all over my body, making the tingling start all over again. I felt really good and relaxed after my orgasm, nap, bath and lotion rubdown.

I hadn't brought any clothing into the bath with me and I walked naked into my bedroom and found a clothing choice already laid out for me. Kat had obviously been through my lingerie drawer and found a sexy silk camisole for me to wear. It was another item that I had purchased for the anniversary trip to Aruba. It was ivory with matching panties that were the tiniest I had ever owned.

The top of the camisole was fashioned from silk lace, through which my breasts were clearly visible. Kat had also laid out a pair of ivory, thigh high, silk stockings with delicate lace tops. I had worn this entire outfit for Alex five or six times in Aruba and since we came home. The cumulative time that it had been on my body was maybe thirty or forty minutes. Alex went crazy every time I wore it. Evidently, Kat enjoyed it also.

I looked around the room and Kat had spread candles around, lighting the fireplace and closing the drapes on the windows and patio door. The candles were scented and with the flickering fire made a very romantic setting. The shimmering candles and the warm, sensual feel to the bedroom started to arouse me, yet again. I walked over to the bed and ran my hands over the silky material of the camisole. The sensuous feel of the silk made me shiver with the memories of Alex's reaction to the wispy clothing, but also in anticipation of what I imagined was to come.

I sat nervously on the bed, taking the smooth, soft stockings in my hands. I truly loved the feeling of the stockings and I gently ran them over my cheek, which, again, made me shiver. I slipped my toes into one stocking and reveled in the smoothness as it slowly encased my leg. I tugged it firmly into place and then put on the other stocking. I stood to look in the mirror, first to make certain that the stockings were on straight, then to appraise the woman in the mirror, critically.

I was pleased with what I saw. The breasts were still high on my chest with a minimum of sag, I turned and looked at my butt and it still held its shape. I liked the sexy look of the lace-topped stockings on my legs and, giggling, briefly considered waiting for Kat wearing only the stockings.

Rejecting that idea, for fear of disappointing Kat, I turned back to the bed and the rest of Kat's choices for me. I stepped into the panties and they glided up my legs, smoothly slithering, silk on silk, over the stockings. The feeling was luxuriant and delicious.

Just the act of dressing in the sumptuous silk, knowing that my daughter had chosen these soft, smooth, enticing items for me to wear, heightened my anticipation and desire. I tugged the panties into place, inspecting the result. I didn't want a wrinkle or a crease to mar Kat's first impression of me and the outfit.

Again, briefly, I was struck by the thought that I was quivering in anticipation and excitement over the possibility (probability?) that my daughter would soon be joining me to make love. I felt a brief pang of conscience before I remembered the feeling of Kat's lips on mine and the sight of her glistening, naked body in the sunlight.

Whatever hesitation, trepidation or whatever else you might want to call it, fell away in that moment. I wanted this; I wanted my daughter, even though I had never experienced sex with another woman before. If she didn't come to me tonight, I did not know what I would do. The disappointment would be unbearable.

I shook my head to clear the negative thoughts (come on Annie, you know she's going to come...well, I CERTAINLY hope we both are!), then giggled at the idea of arguing with myself. I put my hands up and allowed the slinky camisole to glide down my body, shaking myself gently to get it past my boobs.

I stood and looked in the mirror again and this time the woman there nodded approvingly. Both of us thought we looked pretty hot. I turned back to the bed, which I had made this morning and tried to decide if I should lay on top of the bedspread or just on top of the sheets. I giggled again, thinking that I had been so wet all day that when something actually happened between Kat and me that the bedspread might be ruined from my excitement. I pulled it off the bed completely, folding it and putting it in the closet.

I lay down on the bed, propping myself up on the pillows. I didn't know when Kat would be in here, I just had to try to be patient. I got back up and went over to my Ipod and tried to find some music that would be appropriate. I realized that Norah Jones was a pretty good choice and I added Diana Krall and Miles Davis 'Kind of Blue' to the playlist and just started it over. I turned it down so it was background music, just loud enough that the music was washing over me.

I lay back down and closed my eyes, waiting for Kat and enjoying the warm, sensual atmosphere that Kat and I had created. With my eyes closed, I pictured Kat coming close and kissing and my arousal started returning. The sensual aroma from the fire and candles filled my nose and the music filled my ears. Almost imperceptibly, the sound in the room changed and I knew Kat was there.

I slowly opened my eyes and there she stood at the end of my bed. She was wearing an outfit that I had never seen. The top was a strapless black bustier with snow-white accents and had what looked like a hundred hooks up the front. The top pushed up her tiny breasts so that the edges of her pink areolas were barely visible. The bottoms were snow-white with black accents. If it were possible, I think her panties were smaller than mine were.

I smiled at her and made a twirling motion with my finger so that she would turn around. She smiled shyly and slowly turned. The bustier had laces up the back, pulling it tight. I saw that the bottoms were not only tiny in the front, the string of the thong disappeared into her bottom so from the back, it looked like she was not wearing panties. Her appearance in the outfit made me take a deep shaky breath, my excitement growing by the moment. By the time she had turned all the way around, I had sat up and was staring at her.

She walked to my side of the bed and sat next to me, facing me. She took my hands in hers and looked in my eyes. "Momma, I want to be sure this is what you want." My little Kat said softly. "I don't want things to go badly for us if you have regrets after this. I love you and I don't want us to lose our friendship, our closeness, anything. You don't know how badly I want you, but, I couldn't bear it if this were to come between us." Her eyes were shiny with tears as she spoke, holding my gaze in hers, and then she dropped her eyes to where our hands were joined.

I leaned forward, propped myself up on my elbows and kissed her, eyes still downcast. "Sweetie, you're right, I don't know how much you want me, but, if your desire for me is anywhere close to my desire for you, I think we'll be fine."

Her eyes snapped up to meet mine and the biggest smile I had ever seen on her little face burst across it. She threw her arms around me and hugged me. "Oh, God Momma! I love you sooo much. I still love you like my Mom, but much more and differently, too!" She breathed into my ear.

She didn't release the hug, so much as she shifted in my arms. I could feel her gentle breath on my ear as she brought her lips softly to it. Just as she done on the couch, she started kissing my ear and I melted in her arms. I felt her lips smile against my neck when I relaxed and she continued with her licks and kisses. My pussy (all right Annie!) had recharged and I could actually feel the lips engorging and my clit growing.

Kat came around to my lips and we gently kissed; soft, sweet, loving kisses. Kat's lips parted and her tongue slipped out and touched my lips, encouraging my lips to open and let her in. I couldn't believe how softly and gently she touched me with her tongue. It was as if a butterfly were dancing on my tongue. I hadn't closed my eyes because I wanted to see everything. But, I was so overwhelmed by the tender, loving kisses that my eyes were losing focus, so I closed them. Kat moved from my lips to my chin and then slowly, oh so slowly, she worked down my throat until she reached my chest.

She sat back a little and I opened my eyes, now able to focus a little. "What's wrong?" I whispered.

"Nothing, Momma," Kat whispered back. "I just wanted to look at you, your head tilted back, eyes closed, accepting my love. That just makes me so happy and," she started giggling, "so horny. I want to savor this...I just love you so much." She leaned back in and kissed me again, letting her tongue graze mine before withdrawing.

She sat for a moment looking into my eyes, I looked back, holding my breath, not knowing what to expect, not really wanting to know and yet... growing wild in anticipation, because of not knowing. She was playing me as a concert violinist would play a Stradivarius, a light touch when it was warranted and a heavy hand when it was least expected, bringing out the best in the instrument. In this case, she was plucking the strings of my desire and pulling them tight. I felt like I was about to burst when she leaned in and rubbed her nose against mine, Eskimo style. The soft, gentle touch of her nose to mine was so exciting and made my heart skip a little beat.

Kat withdrew and smiled, kissing me briefly and then resumed kissing my neck. My head fell back again, exposing my neck to her tongue and lips. She worked her way back to my ears and licked the edge, blowing on the moist skin, eliciting a small shiver from me. I heard her giggle and then she started back down my throat until she reached my collarbone.

She hesitated as if deciding where to go. She moved to my shoulder kissing and licking, but then added a new element to her approach, biting in little nips. Each little flare of pain spiked in my pussy, causing a new gush. Kat worked down my shoulder until reaching the spaghetti strap.

She pulled the strap over the edge of my shoulder and sat back looking at me, eyes twinkling. The soft, silk lace cup of the camisole didn't hold up very well without the shoulder strap. The silk sagged until it caught on the pointy, hard nipple, hanging there. Kat and I stared at it, waiting for it to fall. When it didn't, Kat moved to the other side, repeating the strap removal. The other side hung up on my nipple also.

Kat giggled, "It looks like I need to work harder to get your boobs some air."

I laughed and the shaking of my breasts made the hold of my nipples on the silk even more tenuous. "Do my boobs look like they are in need of air?"

Kat giggled, "No Momma, your boobs don't need air, they don't need anything, they're perfect."

With that, she reached up, hooked her fingers in the silk, and slid it off my nipples, sliding the camisole down to my waist, leaving me naked from the waist up. I pulled my arms out and slipped them around my baby's back, drawing her to me. The soft silk of her bustier bumped into my chest as our lips came together.

I loved the feel of her body next to mine. I kissed her soft lips and she sighed, hugging me tighter to her. Scooting back, she tugged at the camisole, wanting to take it off me. I raised my hands as an obedient child would and she slipped it over my head. (I told you it never lasted very long.) Briefly, she stared at my boobs as her hands slowly, gently ran over them. Then she reached back and tugged on my legs. I didn't know what she wanted and shrugged my shoulders.

"Momma," she whispered, her voice hoarse, "I want you to lie flat on the bed. Please?"

I giggled because the 'Please' sounded exactly like when she was small; asking for something, again, that had been denied. I slithered down the bed until I was lying flat as she was pushing me to the center. When she had me where she wanted me; her leg crossed over and she was sitting on my tummy. She sat there for a moment with a small smile playing on her lips.

I could feel her excitement in the warm wetness seeping from her silk panties. She looked so happy and content, I was hesitant to disturb her, but I wanted to touch her. My hands found her thighs and I tenderly stroked the soft, firm, young skin. She felt so fresh and alive in my hands that I wanted... no, needed more. I slipped my hands around to her firm bottom, naked, save for the string around her hips and disappearing between her sweet cheeks.

Tenderly, I caressed her smooth warm bottom, reaching further and further until my fingers met at the mysterious split between her cheeks. I ran my fingers up and then down the downy soft skin until I met the skin of my own tummy. I tried to lift her up so I could find the end of the string and at first, she resisted, then she leaned forward the tiniest bit and I found the slippery, wet triangle of fabric that I was seeking. She made a small 'Oh' sound as I touched her and then she mewled happily.   

Leaning forward completely, her lips met mine in another soft tender kiss, her warm, wet tongue gently tickling my lips and then my tongue. She got on her knees and propped herself up on her left arm and began skimming her fingertips around my cheeks and chin.

Her fingers left my face and slowly, softly, gently traced my neck, and her lips soon followed. The soft touch of her fingertips and lips were raising goose bumps on my skin and raising my temperature and desire for her. She slowed her motion as she approached my aching breasts, my nipples straining in desire and lack of attention.

I pulled my hands from her bottom, reached up, and found her breasts, confined in the bustier. In the back of my mind, I was hoping she would mimic my actions and touch my bursting nipples. Instead, she sat up and started unhooking the front of the bustier.

"No, no!" I whispered, and she stopped with a hurt and confused look on her face. "Let me, baby, I want to."

She broke into a radiant smile and her hands fluttered first to her side and then to my breasts. She was doing what I had wanted, but now my concentration was entirely on all those hooks. I started at the top and as I worked my way down the garment Kat's skin and her breasts were slowly, agonizingly slowly, revealed to my lusting eyes.

Though I had seen her naked body hundreds, maybe thousands of times in her life, the latest just hours ago, my hands were shaking in desire and lust, wanting to see her naked, now, in my bed. The cups of the bustier hung stubbornly to her breasts until I finally got the last hook undone. The garment fell to the bed and finally freed Kat's tiny breasts, revealing her rosy nipples. I covered her breasts with my hands, reveling in the softness of her skin and the hardness of her nipples poking my palms.

Kat was still kneeling over me and I started to sit up when she pressed me back into the bed. She leaned over me and pressed her lips to mine, closed and resisting my attempts to break through to her tongue with mine. I opened my eyes and her eyes were smiling at me. I twisted my head away and gasped, "What's so funny? Why won't you let me in?"

She just smiled and, with one finger, turned my head back to face her and kissed me again. This time she flicked my lips with her tongue and like a petulant child, I refused to open them. She giggled into my lips and moved down my chin to my throat. In spite of myself I moaned as her buttery soft lips glided down my throat to my collarbone. She nipped at the skin over the bone and I felt the spike in my pussy.




Kat



I lifted my head and looked at her. "Wh-what w-w-was that?" I stammered.

She shushed me and just continued biting and kissing down to my breasts. She stopped and looked up at me, "What do you want Momma?"

I moaned and thrust my breast into her mouth. She giggled and sat back. "What do you want, Momma?" She repeated. I thrust again and she dodged away. "You must tell me what you want Momma. That will make it real for you.... and for me."

"Lick me, suck me, God help me..." I moaned. "I want you to take me, babeee..."

She smiled her evil child smile, "Take you where, Mother?"

"Oh God," I moaned. "What do you want me to say?"

She leaned down and gently laved my aching nipple, "Tell me what you want me to do, Mother."

I was near tears because I needed contact so badly. "Lick my nipples, suck my nipples, Oh God, eat my pussy, my cunt, my gash! For Chrissake, is that what you wanted you Evil Child?"

She laughed deep in her throat, a sound I had never heard from her before. Then she said softly, "That's exactly what I wanted Momma. I wanted you to say it. I wanted you to say you wanted me to put my tongue on your most private places. I wanted you to acknowledge your desire to have your daughter make love to you."

She was still on her hands and knees above me and she leaned down to give me the sweetest kiss. "I love you Momma and I am going to show you now, exactly how much."

Dipping her head to my breast, she slipped her hand down my tummy and into the slip of silk that was pretending to be my panties. She found my nipple and clit at the same time and all the pent-up sexual energy that Kat had been carefully orchestrating over the last couple of months was released in the most spectacular orgasm I had ever experienced. Lights and colors flashed in my eyes and my entire body went rigid. Normally, I made whimpering noises when I came, but not this time. I screamed Kat's name in a guttural, visceral, primal scream that hurt my throat and frightened Kat. She pulled her hand away and sat up, eyes wide.

I focused my eyes and found her 'deer-in-the-headlights' eyes. "Goddammit, Kat you started this, now finish it." I screamed, "Put your hand back!"

Quicker than I had ever seen her move, her hand was back in my panties. The other hand tugged them off. I put my hand over hers and roughly jammed two of my fingers and two of hers inside me. I wanted, no, needed, the rough handling of my sex at that moment. After showing her what I wanted I withdrew my hand and she continued fucking me with her fingers. The tide of the orgasm rose in me again and I drenched her hand as she pumped in and out of me. Finally sated, I pushed her hand away and held out my arms to her. She flew into my arms and buried her face in my neck.

"God, Momma," she mumbled into my neck, "What was that?"

I giggled, "That, sweetie, was me cumming harder than I ever have in my life. I think that was the result of your teasing over the last couple of months."

I reached between my legs and found that I was completely soaked. I dipped my finger into my juices and pulled out a thick glob. Kat sat back up and watched me as I brought the cum to my mouth and puckering, rubbed it on my lips, like lip-gloss, her eyes still wide. I was afraid that if she didn't blink soon, her eyes would dry out.

I smiled at her and whispered, "Kiss me."

With a little cry, she leapt into my arms and crushed her lips to mine. Quickly, she abandoned the kiss and was just licking my lips, whimpering like a baby the entire time. She finished cleaning my lips, pulled back and looked at me with the evil child grin. (Uh-oh!) Kat started sliding down my body toward my pussy, her eyes never leaving mine.

"Harder than you ever have in your life, huh?" She whispered, "We'll see about topping that, Momma, I don't mean to brag, but according to the girls, I'm pretty good at this."

She finished talking just as she got to my throbbing sex. She dipped her head as if she were going to do it, lick her Mom's pussy. The naughtiness of it grabbed hold of me and I held my breath in anticipation. Stopping just short of the most intimate contact, Kat peeked up at me through the bangs, looking every bit the minx she had been her entire life and I just melted, my heart filling with love and joy at what we were about to share. It was the one thing a mother and daughter shouldn't share, but it felt so right that I couldn't wait and lifted my hips to bring my pussy in contact with her lips.

She grinned her 'Evil Child' grin and moved gently, but quickly away as I neared her lips with my drooling crevice. (Oh God, not again!) I settled back to the bed and waited for Kat to make her next move. My eyes held hers as she acknowledged my silent plea with a sympathetic smile.

Slowly, gently, tenderly she lowered her lips to my weeping lips and laid the first kiss to my most intimate place by a woman.

Again, the thought that my baby girl was the first woman to touch my pussy lips with their lips made it gush, once more. Poking her tongue through her lips, she tickled my clit with the tiny pink tip. I hadn't realized that I was still holding my breath until it escaped with a whoosh as she teased my hard clit. I looked down into her eyes and giggled. She looked like a kitten lapping at a bowl with a little pink tongue. Her eyes smiled as she happily wriggled her pink, slippery eel over the skin; over and over it wiggled, never stopping.

Once again, I felt the lips of my pussy engorging and unfolding as Kat teased and kissed the tender, sensitive flesh. She nibbled, she licked, she strummed and my body responded. I felt tendrils of heat reaching out through me and touching every part of my being. I felt a tickling start deep in the womb in which I had carried Kat. She was right about one thing; she was really good at this. Her fingers had started dancing between my lips and would dip and brush my bottom. Every time her fingers brushed my little hole, the tingling became more intense.

Her lips and tongue never stopped moving on me, flickering and fluttering on my clit like a hummingbird, fast and light. My breath was coming in fits and gasps, as the sensations flowed through me, coming from every direction. I was rising higher and higher as Kat kept up the pressure on my clit, in my pussy and now, penetrating my little bottom with a tiny, slippery finger. The finger was wriggling deeper and deeper as Kat stopped licking my clit; instead, she sucked it between her lips and was suddenly sucking on my whole mound.

Her tongue was wriggling on my clit as she was strongly sucking on my pussy. Her fingers were deep in my pussy and now, one was deep in my butt. The sensations were building everywhere, my clit, my pussy, my bottom and my mind couldn't keep up. I couldn't find the most pleasurable spot. I let go and as I did the sensations converged and drove me over the edge, and for the third time today, I experienced the biggest orgasm of my life. The participation of my daughter in the last two had made them that much more special and intense.

My eyes fluttered closed as I rode the wave and Kat kept up the pressure and more importantly, the pleasure. Incredibly, Kat's light touch kept taking me higher and higher. The tingling that I had been experiencing had reached every part of my body, even my eyelashes felt like they were tingling. The wave refused to crest and my entire body was shaking, shimmying, and all in all dancing all over the bed. Finally, my abdominal muscles had taken all they could and began to cramp as the wave crashed over me.

I started pushing at Kat's head and crying 'enough, enough'. Kat gave me a couple more licks and finally, mercifully, withdrew. She crawled up to my face with hers and looked into my eyes, her eyes twinkling.

"So, Momma," she giggled softly, "are the girls right?"

I smiled tiredly and gasped, "Oh, yeah, baby, ooooh yeah! Now give your Mommy a kiss."

Kat lowered her lips to mine and gave me the softest, sweetest kiss I could imagine. The love I felt for my daughter just kept welling up in me, so the pools were endless. My arms snaked around her back and drew her as closely to me as I could.

"Sweetie," I said tiredly in a hushed voice, "I know you were worried that this would change how I felt about you, and it has." I paused briefly and realized that I chosen my words poorly because Kat looked stricken.

"Sweetie, baby," I rushed to correct my mistake. "Not like that, I'm sorry, I said that all wrong. My love for you changed by becoming stronger than I ever thought possible. I am so happy we started doing this." I giggled. "Because I can't wait to try all that on you. I hope I can live up to your example."

Kat squealed in delight and hugged me even more tightly. "Momma, you don't have to be sorry, you just scared me for a minute, that's all. You don't have to do any of that to me, I am just happy that I could make love to you."

I raised my eyebrow and said with mock sternness, "If you think you're getting out of it that easily, young lady, you've got another thing coming!" Then I broke down, giggling.

She shook her head and murmured, "I think I may have created a monster!"

I rolled her over and lay on top of her. "Could I just rest here a minute though? That was really good, but tiring."

"Ok, Momma." Kat said softly.

I allowed my head to drift down and I settled on her chest, her erect nipple right in line with my eyes. Even though I was tired, the little column of pink flesh immediately drew and held my attention. In what was yet another instance of being confronted by something new, I had never touched the nipple of another woman.

My fingers seemed to have a life of their own as I watched them approach Kat's pink nub. I gently touched the warm, stiff flesh and was rewarded with a little sigh from Kat. My fingertip rested on the very tip of the nipple and I rotated my finger so that the nipple followed in a circle. I could see why Alex liked to do this, it was kind of fun. As I played, I could feel the nipple grow firmer and I could feel Kat's heartbeat increase. I realized that I was no longer feeling tired, but becoming reinvigorated and my excitement was returning.

I slid my head closer to Kat's tiny, lovely breast and I felt her breath stop in her chest as I moved. My lips approached the nipple and Kat didn't move a muscle until I poked my tongue out and gently, hesitantly felt the surprisingly warm and soft nubbin. Kat jerked a little and finally breathed when I made contact. My head continued sliding forward until my lips met the pillar of pink and sucked it in. It felt so soft, yet hard that it excited me. I sucked and licked the tender flesh that somehow tasted young and fresh.

My hand stole to Kat's other breast and gently squeezed the whole, wonderfully soft, tiny pillow in my hand, the nipple poking stiffly into my palm. Kat had gone from holding her breath to breathing deeply as I sucked, teased and generally mauled her tiny boobs. Kat had started squirming under me so I figured I was doing something right.

I looked up at her, her eyes were heavy lidded, and a small smile was playing at the corners of her mouth. She looked so good that I released her nipples, slithered up, and found her lips with mine. Kat's tongue was in my mouth before I was settled and dueling with mine. I still tasted myself on her lips and tongue and it served to excite me further.

I was lying on top of Kat, our breasts pressing into each other. Her lips, even though they tasted like me, still had their own unique Kat flavor and I felt like I couldn't get enough. I loved kissing her. It was soft, loving and sweet, yet sexy and passionate. I pulled back, drew her bottom lip between my two lips, and sucked as she had done to me and for me. The soft, loving, suckling further ignited and aroused me.

It was intimate and it felt like something only two women could enjoy with each other. It seemed too tender for a man and that made it more special for me with my baby girl. Kat was tenderly licking my top lip as I was suckling and her hands stole to my breasts and found my nipples again. I moaned deep in my throat and I felt her lips curl into a little smile.

"Kat!" I gasped, withdrawing from the kiss, "I'm supposed to be loving you!"

Kat giggled, "Yeah, but I love your boobies, Momma! I can't keep my hands off them."

I kissed her again and slipped down to find her boobies. I captured her pink, hot nipple between my teeth and her back arched off the bed.

"Ooooh, Momma, that feels soooo good." Kat moaned.

I giggled then, bit one nipple and squeezed the other and Kat was like a bucking bronco, bouncing on the bed, her hands gripping my boobs firmly. Evidently, my baby enjoyed a little pain. I kept nipping her with my teeth and let go with my fingers. I wanted to find her little pussy and my hand crept down her taut belly.

When I got to the top of her panties, her breath caught again. She held it as I teased the elastic waistband and barely dipped my fingers below it. I nipped again and she writhed under me. As she was writhing, I put more pressure on her nipple and she bounced again. As she bounced, I slithered my hand under the edge of her panties and touched the soaking wet pussy of my baby. Her attention was immediately diverted from my teeth and lips to my fingers, which were now learning how the pussy of another woman felt.

"Oh, Momma!" Kat whimpered, repeating herself, "that feels soooo goooood!"

I giggled, agreeing with her. I loved how she felt on my fingers. I let my fingers tenderly dance around her healthily engorged clit, which was so very hot and I could feel it throbbing with her heartbeat. In my inexperience, I felt like I was doing something right because her breathing had gone from light and rapid, to deep and ragged.

Her hips were dancing along with the rhythm of my fingers. I couldn't take it anymore and I had to see. I briefly scooted up and lovingly kissed my daughter and then started to slide down her little, lithe body, so I could see what I was touching. It felt so warm, smooth and delectable, that I could hardly wait. Kat squealed a little as she realized where I was going.

I trailed my tongue down her soft smooth skin, peppering the steaming flesh with tiny kisses as I went. Kat was writhing on the bed beneath me as I licked and kissed my way down as my fingers continued to explore the hot, slick pussy of my baby girl.

"Momma, oooh Momma." Kat breathed.

Kat seemed to be enjoying herself as much as I was. This wasn't tense, this was relaxed fun, yet hot. I kissed her little belly button and swirled my tongue around the little bud of her "outie" and she giggled. She finally released my boobs and her hands drifted to my head, where she gently held my head as I licked and kissed my way down to my goal.

Her panties had bunched up in her crotch, were soaking wet and the aroma of her arousal assaulted my senses. The scent was intoxicating as I nibbled at the top edge of her panties. My other hand floated down her side, my fingers tracing patterns on her silky, soft skin.

I finally got to where it was uncomfortable having my hand bent around Kat's silky, soft panties. I pulled my hand out of her panties and her squeal of delight turned into a moan of anguish. I started tugging on her panties and her anguish turned back to excitement as she raised her hips to allow me to slide the panties off her bottom. I sat up with the little, silk, slip of black and white fabric, holding it up like a prize I had won. As funny as it sounds, I felt a little victorious, even though it was exactly what Kat wanted.

I tossed the panties to the side, eager to get back to Kat's slippery pussy. I was getting excited to try to make Kat cum as hard as she had made me. I was kneeling to the side of Kat's legs and I reached down and gently stroked the incredibly soft skin of Kat's inner thigh. Kat immediately started squirming again. I trailed my fingers close to Kat's pussy, but did not touch it again.

Kat groaned, "Momma! Pleeeze, pleeeze don't tease meeeee!"

I giggled, enjoying the control, if only for a moment. "Not so much fun on the receiving end, huh?"

She giggled back, "Bitch!"

I threw my leg over both of hers, trapping them between mine. I sat back on her knees so she couldn't spread her legs. I ran my fingers up the inside of her thigh again, and she thrust her hips at my fingers and my fingers danced away.

"Bitch? ... Bitch?" I said with a small smile curling the corners of my mouth. "That's not the way to talk to your mother, especially when you want something." My fingers danced close to the weeping slit. I wanted her as excited as I had been earlier, when I finally touched her again.

She was writhing on the bed below me, trying to find relief from my fingers. I realized I needed to stop teasing and do something for her when she tried to bring her fingers to her pussy. I quickly stopped her. I brought her fingers to my lips, delicately kissing each of them before gently placing her hands back at her sides.

"Ok, sweetie," I said quietly, "Mommy will help you."

I slipped off her legs and they flew open, giving me my first peek at her opening pussy. I crept in between her legs and let myself down so that my face was inches from the object of my desire. Kat's tiny slit had begun to open and her lips were a beautiful pink and deepened to a rose red as the flesh disappeared inside Kat. I had never been up close with a pussy and it was a little fascinating. I poked a finger into one of the lips and giggled as it sprung back.

"Momma?" Kat whispered, "what are you doing?"

"Sorry sweetie," I murmured, "I got a little distracted." I leaned in and gave her a little kiss on the clit. Evidently, she wasn't expecting it because her hips quivered and jerked when my lips met the wet, soft skin. I pulled back a little and blew lightly on the wet skin and she jerked again.

"Ooooh, Momma" Kat whispered, "That felt sooo good. Pleeeze do it again."

I leaned back in, licked along the edges of her delicate lips and then blew again. Her hips jerked again and she moaned before raising her hips to find my lips again. I licked deeper this time and then blew cool air again, once more causing her hips to jerk. I sat back a little and slipped my fingers on either side of her clit, much like Alex does to me.

Rubbing slowly with both fingers, I caused her little clit to peek out at me; and when it did, I nipped it with my teeth. Kat's hips came off the bed seeking more contact and I rubbed a little harder and faster. I nipped again before fluttering my tongue at the end of her clit. I glanced at the death grip that Kat's hands had on the sheets. I smiled to myself before taking a quick peek at her eyes. Her eyes were wide, staring at me, pleading.

"Momma, I'm sooo close," she whined, "please help me; please make me cum. Momma Pleeeze!"

Her gash was oozing and I used her slippery lady cum to slide a finger inside my baby. Back and forth, in and out, I sawed my finger into her. I got a rhythm going and then licked her clit again before nipping it once more. She howled, "Momma, I'm cummmmmming!" before grabbing my head and jamming my face into her pussy. I lapped, I sucked, I drove my fingers into her and I felt her pussy pulsing around my finger. My hand was soaked and I couldn't keep up with the flow. Suddenly, she pulled my head away and began tugging on my ears.

"Owww, Kat!" I complained, "That really hurts!"

She started giggling. "Sorry, Momma, I just wanted you to come up and kiss me, while I was still feeling that amazing orgasm."

I slid up her divine little body and smoothly met her lips in a passionate kiss. Her legs and arms wrapped around my back, enveloping me in her love. My pussy was right on hers and she started rocking her hips. She was still very wet, as was I, and we were smoothly sliding together. My clit and I found the contact very stimulating and I could feel another orgasm rising within me.




Kat



First off, thanks for the ratings and the feedback on my first story ("Violet"). I've never written anything before in my life. There, I said it.

Second, I am less sure of this story than of my previous one. I am not drawing from as much real life as before. For one, I have no first-hand experience with the kind of masochism this character exhibits, so I don't know if it seems fake or not. I maybe held back in places I would not have if I did have that experience, or totally missed a few of my own points. Realism is important to me, I just don't know how far from the base I am this time. 

Enjoy! 

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Friday. Jon stalked through the office floor on his way back to his workspace, trailing the miasma of his foul mood along with him. Amy had been gone for a week, but she was supposed to fly home this evening. He'd gotten dinner ready to make so she could come home to a nice meal for the two of them, and roses to give her when she got off the plane and he was there waiting. She was going to tell him all about the conference, he'd tell her all about the intra-office drama she missed, and then after dinner he would show her the new 500 thread count sheets he bought for their bed while she was out of town... and then proceed to ruin them over the course of this upcoming three day holiday weekend. But the world seemed to be conspiring against him, and owing to severe weather in Atlanta, where Amy was waiting for a plane, her flight had been delayed until tomorrow. So Jon resolved to put dinner on ice and order a pizza instead. A pizza he didn't even like. He was that agitated. 

Jon heard music coming from one of the workstations on the other side of the room. It was something punkish, with a female singer screaming about her vagina, and belonged to Katherine Krieger. Most people called her "Kathy" or "Kat", which Jon thought was fitting because as far as he was concerned she was a catty bitch. He'd tried once or twice in the past to be nice to her, but she'd either looked shocked that he was speaking to her, or tried to say something clever that made her sound like a total battle-ax. Whatever her intended tone, she definitely came off as the type who thought she was better than everyone, and near as Jon could tell that was a blanket statement for anyone with a penis in her world. She was a little (okay, a whole lot) too "militant feminist" for his tastes. Still... she was not unattractive; pretty, but she knew it. Not very tall, but had a lean athletic tone, black hair (dyed, probably, and pinned up in a mess that still somehow looked stylish), piercing blue eyes and, in Jon's "humble" opinion, a really cute ass. She pulled off the "alternative pin-up girl" look quite well, played roller derby and frequented bars with dollar nights and a stage. Today she was wearing an army green hooded sweatshirt, black cargo pants and red Chuck Taylors. Her nails were black, her makeup was black, and she had her sleeves pulled up to the elbows where Jon could make out the lower fringes of some tattoo work. She'd always kept her arms covered; Jon hadn't noticed those before.

Ultimately, Jon had decided that he'd sleep with Kat if he ever got the chance, but it wouldn't be compassionate like it was with Amy, or giggly and cute like he imagined it would be with Violet. The term "hate-fuck" came to mind; just pure violence and a lot of swearing. It was just intriguing enough for him to keep his eye on her, but not enough to make him want to speak to her. 

Slowly, Jon became aware that he was staring at her, and that she was staring back at him, her eyes gleaming with an edge of hostility and an unspoken "what the fuck are you looking at" hung in the air. Jon shook his head to clear the cobwebs and tried to brush it off.

"You like what you see, Pierce?" she sneered at him and looked him up and down.

Jon scowled, more at himself than at her.

"Sorry," he mumbled.

Kat snorted derisively. "Freak."

Jon ignored the jab and started packing up to leave. He could tell he wasn't going to get anything else done today, and Kat wasn't helping. He slammed drawers closed, dropped a plastic cup on the floor... he was having troubling keeping his shit together. Admittedly, he was letting his attitude get to him and making more noise than necessary. He thought to himself that he might skip the pizza and go hit the bars instead; have a few drinks, pick up a cheap college girl to relax a little and get this funk out of his system. Something meaningless and vanilla. Just take her, use her and dump her without thinking too hard about partners or rules; give up right and wrong for a few hours of fucking and not give a rat's ass about reality, and never once consider worry as an option. 

"Jesus man, what the fuck is your problem?" 

Jon saw Kat's head pop up as she left her desk to see what the commotion was about. She had hard, icy eyes as she stalked towards him. Jon tried to ignore her, knowing that the last thing he needed to do right now was start a fight with Kat after-hours in the middle of the office. Just be polite, he thought to himself. Get your shit and leave, don't start a fight, and if you can't say something nice don't say anyth- 

"What's the matter? You didn't get laid enough today? Violet's not putting out while Amy's out of town or something?" 

Jon's record scratched. Kat was trying to be witty, he knew that, but she was really just being a bitch as usual. He was already in a dark disposition, and was not in the mood for her shit today. He drew her a look that shot daggers. 

"Excuse me?" he said in a challenging tone. 

"Oh, I know about you and Amy," she taunted, creeping closer. "And you and Violet, and you and probably every other skank in this building. You fucked the new girl in reception yet? What was her name? Bethany? Betty? B-something. I hear she's a whore."

Jon had spent maybe 20 minutes at lunch the day before flirting with Betsy Black, the new girl in reception. Not terribly bright, but sweet. Divorced, single mother of one child she did not have custody of. She didn't deserve to be labeled a whore. 

"You don't want to do this with me, Kathy," he warned. That was one.

"What if I do?" she taunted, deliberately invading his personal space. Kat made to grab at Jon's shirt. He moved to grab her by the wrist but she jerked her hand away and smirked at him. She was taunting him.

"I know how you are," she patronized. "You like it when they do what they're told, don't you? You have no respect for women at all."

That stung. Jon shrunk back, and Kat misread the gesture as having struck a nerve. She did strike one, but not the one she thought. Her presumptions were appalling. Jon glared at her from over the rim of his glasses in warning, like a cobra about to strike, but Kat ignored it.

"I've known guys like you my whole life. You wouldn't know what to do with a woman like me; a real one who talks back to you and doesn't put up with your shit."

She was in his face now. Jon's mind raced trying to figure out what the hell she was up to. The gloves were off and Jon was ready for a fight, but Kat... Kat was strangely inscrutable. He hadn't realized that before; his building rage had blinded him to it. She was much harder to read than Violet, who wore everything on her sleeve. Kat's body language was all hips and shoulders and sultry leaning. Jon wasn't sure she wanted a fight at all anymore, and yet she was still clearly hostile. There's no way she was trying to dominate him. This was way too sloppy. 

Jon's eyes narrowed. "What do you want, Kathy?"

"Jesus," she stammered, "to not have to spell it out for you moronic, small-town men for once! That's a good start."

She took one step backwards and pulled the zipper of her sweatshirt down, revealing that she had nothing on beneath it but a leopard-print satin bra. The tattoos he could see rimming her sleeves at the elbow snaked as vines up her arms and around her shoulders, where roses bloomed. Greens and browns drew a bramble patch across her chest; in the center, between her breasts, was a padlock. Above it was scripted the words "TILL DEATH". Kat leaned with one hand on Jon's desk, absently biting her lower lip while her eyes dared him to try and touch her. An understanding was starting to dawn on Jon. Kat didn't know what she was doing. Not really, anyway. She was playing Jon's cards against him because she thought he would be receptive to them. She lost the fight the moment he realized that. Now he just needed to ease her into realizing that too. 

"Interesting," he muttered. He knew it would piss her off.

Kat sputtered. "Is that all you have to say?"

She shrugged the sweatshirt off her shoulders and let it fall. 

"What's the matter, I'm not good enough for you? You've fucked everyone else in this building, how about having a go with someone your own size?" The statement was bold, coming from someone half his weight and a foot and a half shorter.

"You don't want to start that like this." That was two.

Kat smirked at him in something between disgust and humor, and in one swift motion left four, jagged red claw marks across Jon's right cheek.

That was three.

Jon sighed in quiet resignation and dropped into a place in his mind that he did not visit very often. An alcoholic father, abusive past relationships, memories of his former life as an addict, and dark, violent fantasies he'd never act on in polite society... all keys to a cage that contained something like a monster. It was locked tightly away, and Kat had just thrown it a bone. It was slathering, raging, slamming against the cell walls and screaming for blood. She needed to be rescued from it, for certain, because even caged it was dangerous to her. Jon needed to step in and... save her.

"Yes," he thought to himself. "It's for her own good..."

And that was the thought he seized on to tighten the monster's leash. But he had to follow through on it to keep it contained. He had to wear it down. His face was blank, yet strangely ice cold; an expression Kat didn't know well enough to be intimidated by. But that was her own problem now. She had a grin on her face that suggested she felt like she was winning. It was necessary, Jon felt, for him to wipe it off her face. For her own good.

He bristled, and his mind growled. "First, get her attention." 

Jon slapped her hard with the palm of his hand across her face. Kat was completely caught by surprise. She spun with the force and fell to one knee, catching herself on Jon's desk, too shocked to do anything but cry out once. She looked up at him in abject distress, and he stared back down at her with the same blank look as before.

His mind gnashed and strained against his self-imposed restraints. "Now rub her nose in it."

"What are you d-?!" Kat began to scream, but Jon grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to her feet, cutting her off with one hand clamped tightly around her throat. More pressure on the sides of her neck than on the middle cut off the blood flow instead of her breathing. Jon drew her face close to his as she panicked and pried at his fingers with her free hands as he spoke, slowly and with a menacing calm that belied the predatory gleam in his eyes.

"You don't know anything about me," he started. "You don't know anything about Amy, you don't know anything about Violet, you don't know anything about Betsy, and I'm pretty sure you don't even know anything about yourself."

Kat's breathes were being drawn shorter, and her eyes were growing distant. Lack of blood flow to her brain was making her pass out. Jon needed her conscious. He let go of her throat, taking advantage of her momentary cloudiness to turn her around, grab both of her wrists in one hand and wrench her arms up behind her back.

"Get your fucking hands off me, you son of a bitch!" she screamed in protest. 

"First you want to have a toss, and now you don't want me to touch you," he commented. "Kat, you're sending me mixed signals."

Kat grimaced as he tightened the lock on her arms. "I don't..." she started.

"You don't what?" he interrupted. "You don't like this? You don't want to finish this? You're the one who started it, Kathy. You opened the door and asked me to come in, you set the terms, and now... what? You don't what?"

"I DON'T KNOW!" she screamed as she teared up. 

Her lip trembled, and she was about to lose it, but she held herself together. Jon could feel her pulse racing. Part of him was disappointed it took so little to push her to this edge, but another part of him was hopeful that it meant she was receptive to being told a thing or two and remembering them later. He relaxed his grip on her arms, but kept them twisted behind her. He put his free hand on her forehead and pet her, gently. A subtle, positive reinforcement, but not too much. Her will was in a fragile place; he only wanted to keep her from breaking. For now. He examined her, taking in all the details he'd missed before and just listening to her whine. He wasn't hurting her, he knew that. Hell, he didn't even have a firm grip on her wrists. She wasn't weak; strong enough for sure to break his grip and run, petite though she were. Why didn't she? Her eyes were closed, but not clenched, and her chest was heaving. Did she actually want this? 

"I know you don't know," he said, softening the edge on his tone. "But I think I'm starting to figure it out myself." 

Jon walked Kat out of the office floor and down the hall. She was still trembling, but she did not struggle as hard.

"W-what are we doing?" she stammered meekly. 

"Learning," he answered, talking to her like he would talk to a child.

"You c-can't..." she started, fear beginning to show on her face. "Please d-don't hurt me..." she cried.

Jon stopped, released her arms, turned her around and slammed her against the wall. She cried out, more startled than hurt. Jon bored into her with his eyes until she met his gaze.

"Do not look away," he commanded. She did not.

"I- I'm sorry, I..." she pleaded, beginning to panic.

"Shut up," he said sternly, grabbing her left wrist and twisting her arm, forcing her to hold it straight out and in front of her. "Look at your arm, Kat."

Confusion crossed her face. He slapped her.

"Look at it!" he barked.

They were almost invisible. Cris-crossing her upper arm were tiny, thin scars. Her tattoos did a lot to cover them up, but some of them were newer than the artwork and showed. She'd taken some care to contain those to the underside where nobody would see them.

"No..." she excused. "No, those are... that's not..."

She looked pained, but not physically. Like someone who was exposed. She felt profoundly unprotected. 

"I know what they are Kat, I'm not stupid." 

Jon dated a cutter in college. She was bipolar. It was a horrible relationship, in retrospect, but he didn't know better. He left her after six months. She got help, but the scars (physical and mental) last forever. Before that, in high school, Jon was a cutter himself. He had anger problems back then that he didn't know how to handle, but that was a long time ago. He'd learned since then, about himself and about other people. 

"That was different!" Her voice begged him for some kind of compassion.

"No, it really wasn't. You were all broken up and hollow," he explained, his face inches from hers. A stricken look crossed her face, as if she was remembering something she'd tried hard to forget.

"I..." she croaked quietly, her eyes tearing up again. Her eyeliner was running now. "I... was...."

"You were empty inside, like something important was missing, and this," he gestured with his chin to her arm, "this pain made you feel..."

"Whole," she finished without pausing. 

"Now tell me again that you don't want me to hurt you," he challenged.

Kat bit her lip and flushed. She was sweating. Jon's grip on her wrist tightened, and he could feel her pulse race as the other hand held her shoulder tightly against the wall. Her face contorted in some internal struggle, tears running down her cheeks and her eyes begged Jon not to make her answer. His eyes narrowed and his face was stone cold. 

"I... I d- ..." she started, unable to even get the word out.

"You've almost got it, kitten," he thought quietly, but kept his icy glare locked on her blue, tear-reddened eyes. 

And then, under the pressure of Jon's stone-cold glare and iron grip on her arm and shoulder, all of Kat's defenses collapsed. Tears started down her cheeks again and she cried uncontrollably. 

"I w-want you to hurt me..." she whispered between sobs.

Jon let go of Kat's arm and released his grip on her shoulder. The caged animal in his mind rumbled, and he pushed it back into his dark corners. There'd be no blood tonight; Jon found something else for her. Empathy. He let Kat stand on her own for a moment to see if she was still fighting him, but she only leaned weakly against the wall and sobbed. She was looking at him, for some kind of indication that she'd given him the right answer, but she was too distressed to read him. Her eyes were flooded and her chin quivered. She was terrified of what might happen next, and but also felt a rising dread of being rejected by the man she'd just cut open her heart in front of. Jon was, as usual, inscrutable. He reached out slowly with his right hand and touched one wet cheek with his fingers. Kat fell forward and threw herself into him. Jon caught her as her knees went completely limp. She bawled into his chest and Jon couldn't tell if she was crying or trying to scream. He let her cry herself out for a minute then put her back on her feet and guided her down the hall again, this time with only one hand pressed gently against the small of her back. Kat offered no resistance. She allowed herself to be guided by Jon's hand, wiping the tears from her face and becoming a little upset with her own show of indignity. The longer they walked, the more nervous she got. 

Traditionally, Jon met with his paramours in the conference room or the filing closet, but atmosphere was important to him and he didn't want it color his meeting with Kat. She needed a blank slate; her own place to go with him to, and he had one in mind. Past the conference room, past the bathrooms and into the maintenance office. It was mostly unoccupied. There were metal tool cabinets on one wall, a wooden desk in one corner and an old couch in the other. There wasn't really a maintenance supervisor to use the office, so it was mostly just an unused room. He led her in and locked the door behind them, more as a psychological thing than because he was afraid someone would walk in on them. There was no one else in the building.

Jon took his hand off of Kat and she shrank, suddenly unsure of herself or his intentions. He stood between her and the door and looked her up and down. She seemed smaller, if that was even possible. Her hair had come unpinned and fallen loosely around her shoulders. She looked different, somehow. Like another person. Someone less confident, less guarded, more vulnerable... 

"Your shoes and your jeans; they need to come off," he ordered.

Kat slipped out of her shoes and kicked them toward Jon, scowling. He took them and put them on the office table. Her pants flew at him, one leg turned inside out. Jon fixed them and folded them calmly, then placed them under her shoes and turned back to her. The filigree brambles that laced up her arms and across her chest crept down her back and around her hips, where tiny roses budded intermittently amidst the thorns and leaves. More tattoos hiding more scars covered her legs, though there were many more obviously fresh cuts here. She was growing self-conscious, he could tell. That wasn't going to make this next one easy for her...

"Now the bra. Lose it too."




Kat



Kat flushed, but deftly undid the latch in the back. She didn't throw it at Jon this time, though, she merely let it fall. She awkwardly tried to cover herself, not out of shame but because there were scars on her breasts too. They were not small for her frame and her nipples were pierced. Jon just wanted to admire her for a minute; she'd always kept herself hidden with clothes that were too big. He had no idea what she really looked like until now. He grabbed Kat by the wrist and walked over to the couch. He sat down, pulled her over to him and bent her over his lap.

"Put both of your hands on the arm rest in front of you and do not move them," he ordered, and she obeyed.

The vines on her arms and chest wrapped around her shoulders and crept down her back. Jon traced them with his fingers and ran his hand down her spine, around the curve of her ass and along the backs of her legs. 

"Tell me your full name," he said.

Kat glanced over her shoulder at him and looked confused, but answered. "Katherine Renee Krieger"

She whimpered as he hooked his finger into the waistband of her panties and jerked them down to her knees.

"Tell it to me again and I will stop, immediately and with no questions," he explained.

She buried her face in the cushion and nodded meekly. Jon put his left hand on her back to reassure her, but with his right hand swung hard and left one, stinging slap on her ass cheek. Kat cried out and bucked, but Jon held her down and delivered another as she bit down on the upholstery. Jon normally eased into this kind of scene, but Jon didn't normally have scenes with a true masochist. He often denied his sadist side and he found this all very liberating. He wanted to see how much she could take. Three, four and five hard slaps on the ass later, Kat was arching her back to give him a better aim at her rear, and was moaning in response to each sting rather than crying out in pain. He alternated cheeks so as to keep the sensation as even as possible and admired the reddening glow her pale skin was turning back there. There was still so much further he could take this. 

"Is this how you feel," he said. SMACK! "When you cut yourself?"

"AH!" she cried out in response to his strike. Jon wanted to get inside her head and rustle around a bit. He loved the head games.

"Huh?" he asked. SMACK! A little harder that time.

"OH! GOD, yes..." she conceded. SMACK! "YES! It is!"

"Why?" SMACK!

"Ah! God, I don't (SMACK!) KNOW!" She was clenching the armrest cushion in balled fists. Her ass was furiously red and warm to the touch.

"Doesn't it hurt?" SMACK!

"Mmf! Mmm... (SMACK!) Yes... (SMACK!)" Her answer was dripping with sex.

"But you like it," he asked. SMACK! Hard.

"AH, shit!" she cried out louder, and Jon paused only briefly to make sure he hadn't struck her tailbone or something genuinely painful. Kat's head whipped around when the next slap didn't come, her face flushed with interrupted rapture and eyeliner running down her cheeks. It was the sexiest thing Jon had seen all week. He smiled at her mischievously and continued his abuse of her ass. (SMACK!)

"OH, my fucking (SMACK!) GOD!" she moaned.

"You deserve this, bitch," Jon smarted. SMACK!

"Yes! (SMACK!) I fucking deserve this! (SMACK!) I'm such a fucking bitch!" she screamed into the cushion.

"Here she goes," Jon thought to himself, grabbing a fistful of her hair and pulling hard. Kat responded very favorably, as Jon had hoped. Hair pulling wasn't *just* for the recipient's benefit in his world.

"Do you know why you're a bitch, Kathy?" SMACK!

"Mmf! Because (SMACK!) I'm a fucking whore and I can't (SMACK!) DOO- OW! Do anything right, and I (SMACK!) FUCK! I fuck up everything I touch! I just want to (SMACK!) Mmm! I want to scream and bite and fucking (SMACK!) Fuck! Fucking take things when I want them but I (SMACK!) CAN'T! Oh, God... (SMACK!) Mmm-ah! I can't, so I cut myself because it... (SMACK!)" She trailed off.

SMACK! "Because it what?" Jon asked. SMACK!

"Goddamnit! (SMACK!) It fucking feels good!"

"Cutting yourself feels good?" Jon inquired. SMACK!

"No, it's (SMACK!) Ahh! Not the cutting. (SMACK!) It's... (SMACK!) It's that."

"What? This?" SMACK! 

"FUCK! Yes! (SMACK!) Fucking hit me harder, I (SMACK!) OWW, I FUCKING NEED IT!"

That was the right answer. Self-mutilation is one thing, but there's nothing wrong with a good old fashion pain slut who knew what she liked. Jon was quite pleased to see she at least had an inkling of awareness that she was the latter. Were she the former, he'd have ended the scene and recommended a therapist. 

SMACK! Jon landed one last blow to the soft tissue of her left cheek, letting go of her hair and shoving her face into the cushion. She clawed at the arm rest with her fingernails and curled her toes as he ran his hand over her freshly tanned ass and grabbed a handful of warm flesh. Her inner thighs glistened with wetness. He ran one finger up between her slick legs to her dripping wet cunt. It was boiling hot, and she bucked against his hand as he probed her drenched entrance, forcing his fingers deeper inside her. She moaned loudly, like she hadn't been touched like that in a long time. 

"You like it because pain helps you feel." It was a statement, not a question. 

"Mmmhmm," she moaned into the cushion. 

Jon let go of her head. Kat pushed herself up on her arms, turned and looked back at Jon from over her shoulder. It was predatory. Her eyes were hard and her upper lip curled slightly. Jon met her gaze for a moment and thought "oh, shit...". Then she pounced. Kat whipped around and stumbled on the panties around her knees as she simultaneously tried to kick them off, claw Jon's shirt off and mount him. She managed to get them off one leg before she fell on him, still clawing at his shirt, planted her mouth on his and invaded it with her tongue. She tasted like sweat and blood. Jon pushed back with his tongue and she bit it. 

Her panties dangled from one foot as he helped her with his shirt, growling in abject frustration when she had to remove her mouth from his to get it off. She clawed at his chest savagely and rubbed against his jeans like a bitch in heat; this was feral. Kat was certainly no kitten. Jon grabbed a fistful of hair and snapped her head back, biting down hard on Kat's neck. She dug into his back with her nails and drew blood. Jon winced in pain, and Kat laughed out loud at him. He'd never seen her smile with sincerity before. This one he decided to let her keep. He grabbed her around the waist, lifted her as he stood up and threw her onto the office desk. Kat glared and rebounded before he could descend on her, digging her claws into his shoulders and wrapping her legs around his waist. Jon stumbled backwards and fell. She rode him to the ground and landed hard on his chest, digging her teeth into his trapezius muscle and tugged furiously at his belt buckle and pants. Jon ripped her mouth off him by her hair, put one hand around her neck and flipped her over, slamming her hard against the floor and humping her wet slit with his knee. She managed to get his pants undone and started trying to shove them off with her feet.

"Fucking hit me!" she screamed, and Jon obliged by slapping her across the face as hard as he felt was safe.

Kat saw stars and ringing filled her ears. She continued to fight with his jeans, having gotten them down to his knees using only her right foot. Jon pinched one nipple between his thumb and forefinger, twisted hard and slapped her breast. Kat cried out in both pain and ecstasy, and Jon slapped her again. Finally getting his jeans off, she pulled her knees up to her chest, put both feet against his stomach and kicked hard. Jon doubled over, but caught her by the arm and neck before she could fall on him like a ravenous animal. He spun her around, twisted both arms around her back and slammed her face down onto the floor. She bucked wildly, but could not break his grip. Jon straddled her and held her legs down with his own, pinning her to the floor and taking a moment to breathe. They were both drenched in sweat, bruised, bloodied and heaving breathlessly. Kat screamed in rage as she exhausted herself trying to get out from underneath Jon, arching her back and pushing his glistening wet reward in the air at him. She'd given everything she had. Every urge she'd ever repressed, every dark desire she'd felt was handed over to him, and he'd taken them, unwrapped them, seen them for what they were and held her anyway. She'd shown him her bare soul and he'd looked her in the eye without blinking. It was done, and she was defeated. But she didn't feel defeated. She felt stronger. More powerful. More certain that this is who she was, and that was okay. She closed her eyes and let the sensation of every cut, bruise, stinging slap, soft caress and gentle touch take her over and control her. She shuddered, and all the pain and pleasure became one as Jon slid into his prize.

***

Kat lost count of how many times she came, but at some point after one of them her body had completely given out. She awoke some time later on the couch, cradled in Jon's arms. The lights were off and he'd found a blanket somewhere and crawled under it with her, holding her and stroking her hair until she slept it off and came back down to Earth. They were both still nude, and she had no idea how long she'd been out. She only knew that this gentle contact was exactly what she needed and wanted right now. She felt drained, parched, physically and emotionally weak, and every muscle in her body was on fire. Jon was security. His arms were reassurance that everything was still fine. She spent a few minutes taking in that feeling before she stirred.

"How long...?" was all she could croak out. Her throat was dry.

"About four hours," he whispered. "It's nearly eleven." He sounded as hoarse and as tired as she felt.

In the moonlight streaming through the open window, Kat could make out two long gashes in Jon's chest flecked with dried blood. She felt suddenly terrible about them. She put two fingers to her lips, kissed them, and gingerly stroked his wound.

"You should see my back," he chuckled. "And please don't apologize. It was something we both needed."

"Oh my God did I need that," she declared, sitting up and favoring the leg that wasn't bruised. "I need a cigarette now I needed that so bad."

Jon smiled. "I didn't think you smoked."

"I don't," she replied.

They spent several long moments simply looking at one another. Jon admired all of her curves in the moonlight, and Kat stared sleepily at him while leaning back on unsteady arms.

"What exactly was this?" she asked quietly. The question was more loaded than it seemed, but Jon conceded that it deserved to be addressed.

"This was two people fulfilling very specific needs for each other," he answered carefully. "You had... a lot of shit in your head that you needed to work out, and I guess I did too."

Kat nodded thoughtfully and seemed content with the answer.

"And... what does it make us?" she asked slowly, trying to choose each word.

Jon let it hang in the air for a moment. "What do you want it to make us?"

"I don't know," she replied honestly.

"That's okay this time," he said smirking at her. She hit him with a throw pillow. 

"What about Amy? Won't she be...?"

"No, we're funny like that," Jon replied. Kat seemed content with that answer too.

"What about your...?" Jon wasn't sure how to phrase the question.

"Brian?" Kat snorted derisively. "No, Brian doesn't matter. We... I mean, he left me," she admitted. "A week ago. Apparently I'm just way too aggressive."

Lots of things suddenly clicked into place in Jon's mind.

"He said that?" he asked. Kat nodded.

"Yeah," she sighed, "he did. And I guess he was right. I'm angry a lot, and I... don't really know why. I mean, look at what we just did."

The room was destroyed. There was a hole in the wall where the office desk slammed into it, the couch sagged deeply on one side now, and one of the chairs was broken. The metal cabinet had a huge dent in the front of it where Kat had slammed Jon into it and it's contents were strewn across the floor, stepped on, scuffed and torn in their throes. Jon surveyed the damage and nodded in approval.

"I mean," she continued, "it can't be that way all the time, can it?"

Jon shook his head. "No, that's a bit much for all the time. But that doesn't mean it can't be that way sometimes. You enjoyed yourself, right?"

"Are you fucking kidding me?" she balked. "I'm going to go buy some Tiger Balm and spend three days lying on the couch trying not to move. It was fucking amazing!"

Jon grinned at her and nodded, then fell silent. There was more she wasn't saying.

"Do you..." he started with some trepidation, "...have any idea what all of that was about?" 

Kat picked at her fingernails. She looked distant, then pained, then she spoke.

"I just..." she started slowly, not sure of how to say what was on her mind. "The last time someone... did that to me, I was being non-consensually slapped in the face and choked out, and I couldn't do anything to stop it. That's bothered me for a long time, I think, and what... what we did in the hall back there started to bring it all back. But doing this, with you... knowing that I could put a stop to it whenever I wanted and that you would respect that... it was like going back down into that terrible place, but with a safety net this time, and it helped me to deal with some of those demons." 

"You were raped?" Jon asked.

"No," she replied. "I was assaulted by someone I trusted and thought I was in love with." 

"Not Brian?" Jon asked.

"No, not Brian," she answered. "This is crazy! Six hours ago I didn't even like you, now we're naked I'm telling you my life story."

"I have that effect on women," Jon joked. She hit him with a pillow again and laughed, and they spent a long few minutes just looking at each other.

"I guess I've got a lot more to think about than I thought I did," she finally said.

"And I can help you figure it out, if you want."

Kat purred at him torridly.

"I will take that as a yes," he laughed. "Christ, I hope I can handle you." 

"Well," she said, wiggling back over to him "I can slow down if you start having trouble keeping up."

"Oh," he laughed as he put his arm around her. "Is that how this is going to go?" 

"It's okay, I'll be your kitten until you're ready for a tiger." She ran her nails across his chest and grinned playfully. "Here's something else though," she added, pushing herself up and bringing her face up to his. "I wanted to give you one of these too."

Kat put her lips gently on his and kissed him sweetly. It was warmth and compassion; not like the carnal savagery of their sex. Simple, soft, longing... Jon melted a little. She pulled away and pondered his face for a moment.

"Yeah, the regular stuff is still good too," she admitted.

"Wow," was all Jon could say. "Yeah."

"I'm hungry," she claimed, still leaning over Jon.

"Yeah? We should probably get dressed and get the hell out of here," he replied.

"Yeah," she answered. "Let's just..." she trailed off, resting her head back on Jon's chest. "In a minute..."

Jon pulled the blanket back up over Kat's shoulders and put his arms back around her, and held her until she fell asleep again.