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The Awakening of Kristen Ch. 01

By: ReggaeMan



Kristen thrashed around the bed, tossing and turning, a light sheen of perspiration coating her tanned, toned body. A sound, somewhere between a moan and a sob, escaped her lips as she submitted to the dream. Although you couldn't see it, her eyes were rapidly darting back and forth beneath her eyelids, the product of the deep REM sleep that controlled her writhing form.

Anyone watching her as she tossed and turned could see her agitated state, or perhaps, excited state would be a better description. She was breathing rapidly as evidenced by her rising and falling chest. Her voluptuous, surgically enhanced breasts lay encased in a thin white tank top that had ridden up on her stomach, baring the sun tattoo that encircled her pierced navel.

Her nipples were angry, so hard that they threatened to tear through the fabric of her inconsequential T-shirt, which was way too flimsy to hide her blood-engorged areole.

Her legs were those of a runner — tanned and firm — and at the moment they were entwined in the sheet, one outside the covers, and the other hopelessly tangled in the mess of bed coverings.

She squeezed her thighs together tightly as if she were repulsing an invader and then abruptly flipped over onto her stomach, opening her legs and pressing her pubis against the mattress. Her white-lace panties had ridden up the crack of her ass, pulling the fabric around her pubic area tightly against her. You could see the muscles of her ass flex as she subconsciously thrust against the balled up sheet between her legs.

She abruptly flipped back over, this time wide awake, and let out a moan of frustration, slamming her fists down onto the mattress.

"Aaaagggh!" she groaned. "If my husband doesn't get home soon, I'm going to mount a telephone pole."

She smiled to herself at that word picture, deciding that maybe that wouldn't be such a good idea.

"After all, the neighbors might get the wrong idea."

She glanced at the clock beside the bed. It read 2 a.m., and this was the third time this week she had woken up in a state of shall we say "exasperation."

As she lay there wondering if she should try to go back to bed, her fingers trailed down to the juncture between her legs and confirmed what she already knew.

"Yep! They're soaked."

Her panties were so wet, either from sweat or "something" else, that they were almost transparent. If one cared to look, he or she would be afforded a clear view of her nearly hairless nether regions.

Kristen toyed with the idea of toying with herself, but decided to get on the computer and see if her hubby was online and available for some late-night video chat sex.

"Why masturbate alone when you can masturbate with someone?" she always said.

Her husband, Jason, traveled a lot with his job; hence, her seemingly constant state of horniness. He wouldn't be home for two more days.

Before stepping into her home office, she detoured by the kitchen and grabbed an already-opened bottle of chardonnay from the fridge and a wine glass from the cupboard. Padding back to her office in bare feet, panties and tank top, Kristen chuckled at the thought that someone might pick just that moment to glance through the window and see the nearly naked woman strutting through her living room.

"Let 'em look," she thought, more than just a little proud of her body. Sure, it wasn't all completely natural, but she looked damn good, and most of it was due to hard work.

Kristen hadn't always been the toned, sculpted beauty she was now. Just a few short years ago she was dramatically overweight and decidedly unattractive. Then she met Jason.

Jason was a fitness nut who looked as good naked as he did in clothes. Surprisingly, though, he did not look down on her because of her weight. In fact, he seemed to innately recognize the inner beauty that lurked beneath her plain plump exterior.

Truth be told, Kristen had been damaged goods. Growing up with an alcoholic father, she had, as they say, "issues." Her over-eating problem was the direct result of trying to control her world when, as a child, she had had no control over her drunken father's tirades that ripped her self-esteem to shreds.

Jason had changed that.

His steadfast love had finally convinced her to trust. It took years, but eventually, she was able to open up emotionally to him and let him see her for who she really was — flaws and all — and to her delight, he was still deeply and madly in love with her. She didn't really understand it, but the experience was liberating. That, coupled with her father's longtime sobriety and her renewed relationship with him, put Kristen in a place she had never been before — a loving, healthy relationship with a chance to really grow as a person.

With that foundation, she turned her attention to her appearance. Yes, Jason loved her just as she was, but she didn't love herself that way. One day, she asked Jason if he would take her to the gym with him. He agreed and even lined up a personal trainer for her to work with — a woman named Rachel.

Kristen also scheduled an appointment with a dietician to learn how to control and improve her eating habits. Through discipline and sacrifice she began to steadily drop the weight and get in shape. Little did Jason realize that he had created a monster.

Ironically, her mildly obsessive compulsive behavior came in handy when it came to exercise and dieting. It helped her get to the gym five days a week and lay off the comfort foods.

Eighteen months later, she had lost 75 pounds, but she was shocked to realize that her skin, instead of being tight and firm, now sagged over her much-reduced belly. In addition, her once plump breasts were now decidedly smaller and gravity was taking its toll.

Turning to the Internet, she began researching plastic surgery, and with the support of Jason, scheduled a breast augmentation and tummy-tuck procedure to complete her transformation.

Recovery from the surgery took much longer than she anticipated, but when all was said and done, she had a killer body, especially for a woman in her late 30s.

The sun tattoo around her navel — an open circle with rays extending out in all directions —had been her gift to herself for all she had accomplished, and Jason was thrilled by the sexy design and how she was now more willing to wear sexy (but tasteful) clothes when they went out.

"Heck, after spending $10,000 on that body, I want to show it off," he said half-jokingly.

Kristen poured herself a glass of wine, plopped down in her desk chair and propped a long leg on her desk. The cool air in the room reminded her that she was still damp "down there." She launched iChat to see if Jason was online. He was on the East Coast this week, so the chances of him still being up this late were small, but she kept her fingers crossed.

When Jason had first taken the job as a software trainer, he had purchased a second iSight video camera so that he and Kristen could communicate visually when he was away from home. The little camera was great for staying in touch. They could video chat in real time, and he often said that just seeing her helped make the long time away bearable. Of course, they occasionally did a little more than just chat, she recalled, smiling to herself.

The software launched quickly, but she was dismayed to see that Jason's name in her buddy list was grayed out, meaning he wasn't online.

"Curses," she said out loud. "Foiled again!" quoting a line from one of her favorite cartoons she watched as a kid.

Kristen decided to go with Plan B. She launched her Web browser and typed in literotica.com. Clicking on the "Stories and Pics" link, she perused the general topics.

"What am I in the mood for?" she asked herself.

As she began going down the list, one of the first items caught her eye.

"Anal?" She felt her body flush at the idea. She and Jason had tried that a couple of times early on in their relationship, but she didn't like it and was reluctant to try again. Still, the thought of such a nasty deed made her a little weak in the knees. Besides, reading about it is different from actually doing it.

"No, not tonight," she decided.

She continued to scan the list: BDSM, Erotic Couplings, Group Sex, Lesbian Sex ... hmmm?

A few on the list did nothing for her.

Gay Male, Nonconsensual, Incest/Taboo ...

"Yuck," she thought. "What a turn off."

"Lesbian Sex," she decided. "I'm in the mood for a delicate touch."

Clicking on the Lesbian Sex link, Kristen began to scan through the titles that appeared. One of the things she liked about literotica.com was the way that each time you visited the site, you were presented with a different batch of stories from the long list of submissions.

Scrolling down, she read the titles and the brief synopses. She spotted a submission by one of her favorite writers, "SelenaKittyn."

She had often wondered about "SelenaKittyn." She was one of the more prolific writers on literotica, and her stories covered a wide range of topics. She and Jason had both gotten off a number of times to her work. The highest compliment, she figured, you could give to a writer of erotica. One of their favorites was a series titled "Babysitting the Baumgartners," about a young babysitter who becomes the plaything of a hot couple during a family vacation. Group sex was definitely on Kristen and Jason's fantasy list.

Kristen didn't often visit literotica.com without Jason, but that's not to say that she had never done it before. She clicked on the link for the story titled "C-u-n-n-i-l-i-n-g-u-s."

"Mmmmm," that sounds promising, she thought.

She began reading a story about two college roommates discussing the inadequacies of men in the cunnilingus department and by the fifth screen, she could feel that all-too-familiar throbbing between her legs. The fingers of her left hand drifted down to her panties, and she lightly traced an outline around her labia. Using the nail of her index finger, she ran it up the length of her slit slowly until reaching her clit. As the nail grazed her sensitive bud, she quivered and felt the heat rise in her body.

In the story, the carefree and open Christy was showing her shy, reserved roommate, Dawn, how to teach her boyfriend to eat pussy.

Christy convinces Dawn to let her demonstrate first hand, or rather first tongue, the finer points of oral sex. It isn't long before Christy has Dawn's jeans and panties stripped off an her face buried between the shy girl's legs, making her pussy throb from the tongue-lashing she is getting from Christy.

"This story is good," Kristen thought, "but I need a little help."

Without taking her foot off the desk, Kristen stretched to reach over to the desk drawer and fished around inside until she found what she was looking for. Out came her hand, clutching her prize — a small pink silicone vibrator shaped like a penis.

The vibrator was much smaller than a real penis — or at least much smaller than Jason's penis — but it was perfect for what she had it mind.

Because of its small size, the penis vibrated at a faster rate than some of her larger dildos. Its realistic shape and ridges added to the experience.

With one hand on the mouse, she allowed the other holding the dildo to drift down to her panty-clad pussy. She briefly let go of the mouse to twist the little knob on the end, which set the tiny dick a-buzzing. She kept it on a low setting at first. She was in no hurry.

As the little dildo buzzed against her box, Kristen returned to the story where Christy was now seeking a little tit for tat from the at-first reluctant Dawn.

"Are you ready for your lesson?" she (Christy) murmured, grabbing a pillow and laying back on it. Her knees were up and open, and I (Dawn) could see a little glistening pink between her lips.

"In... what?" I asked, watching her hand slide down between her legs, finding her clit.

"Let's teach Josh (the boyfriend) how to eat pussy." She was grinning at me, her finger moving back and forth.

Fascinated, I watched her play. She rubbed herself differently than I did when I played alone. I made fast little circles, but she used the fleshy hood in an up and down motion over the bud of her clit.

"Is it tit for tat time?" I asked, swallowing, meeting her eyes.

Kristen leaned back in her chair a little more, spreading her legs wider to give her freer access to herself.

"Oh yes," she thought. "It is definitely tit for tat time," Kristen said, really getting into the story now.

Looking down at the buzzing little dynamo, she saw that her nipples were once again straining against her T-shirt.

She loved how her new breasts were firm but still hung naturally on her. Her doctor was a genius. Briefly taking her hand off the mouse, she ran the back of her fingers up along her side to where the large armholes of her T-shirt allowed access to the sides of her breasts. She loved it when Jason touched her like that. Most men only focused on the nipples, but for Kristen, the sides of her breasts were the most sensitive parts — not that she didn't love it when he pressed the flat palm of his hand into her mounds and slowly rotated them around. "Oh, that felt good too," she thought.

She continued her teasing touch by using her nail to circle around her right nipple, being careful not to actually touch the areola or nipple itself. She liked to build up anticipation. Round and round she went, still reading the story as she absent-mindedly drew closer and closer to her prominent nipple. Finally, she couldn't stand it anymore, and grasped her breast and gently squeezed. The pressure sent a electric shock through her body that seemed to end right at her cunt. She felt a new trickle of fluid slip from her and slide down the crack of her ass.

Taking a second to scroll up to the next part of the story, she then slipped her hand under her T-shirt and cupped her left breast, feeling its weight by lifting it slightly. She didn't bother teasing this breast. It already knew what was coming.   

Instead, her fingers went straight for pay dirt, capturing that hard nipple between her thumb and index finger and pinching and rolling it — not too hard, but not too soft either. As Goldilocks would say, "Just right!"

Kristen was beginning to lose interest in the story on the screen and was becoming more interested in the story the little dildo was writing on her pussy. Withdrawing her hand from her left breast, she reached down and pulled the edge of her panties aside to grant the little vibrator unencumbered access to her drooling vagina.

For some reason, Kristen always felt a little nasty when she pulled her panties aside like that. It was even sexier than being completely naked. Maybe it had something to do with her teenage years when she would let boys touch her "down there," but wouldn't let them take her clothes off.

She was on a mission now. She turned the vibrator to high as she continued to run the head of fake cock up and down her slit, pausing each time when it reached her clit. She now had both legs up on the desk, one on each side of the large monitor and was almost reclining in the chair.

For a second, she wondered how she must look to someone watching her, and a moment of panic passed through her mind as she glanced up at the video camera, wondering if she had remembered to close the privacy shade.

She had.

Although, the camera wasn't supposed to transmit anything unless you were involved in a video chat, she always worried that some enterprising hacker out there might be able to tap into the camera and peek in on whatever she happened to be doing at the time.

Well, if they can, they'd certainly be getting an eyeful, she thought, toying briefly with the idea of opening the privacy shade just for fun.

Kristen had a touch of exhibitionism in her, but she was still a little too conservative to completely let go. Maybe someday as her confidence continued to grow.

Her ministrations were having the desired effect, and she became more daring with the little dildo, allowing it to slip up inside her before popping it back out and circling it around her clit. Round and round, up and down the little device traveled, even heading as far south as her tender little anus, where the buzzing added a whole new dimension to her excitement. She may not have wanted Jason's big cock up her tight back door, but it didn't mean she didn't like a little stimulation down under.

She imagined that Christy from the story was doing to her what she had been doing to Dawn. She wondered if she'd ever have the nerve to make love to a woman. She and Jason had fantasized about the possibility many times, but Kristen had long ago learned that fantasy and reality were two different things. Besides, Kristen wasn't sure she could go down on another woman.

She was getting close now, but she needed both hands to finish the job. She slipped her fingers into the waistband of her panties and lifted her ass off the chair so she could slide them down. She didn't bother taking them all the way off, but rather left them midway down her thighs, stretched wide by her parted legs, which were still up on the desk.

Again, she brought her little friend home and focused it on her clit as the fingers of her other hand reached under her ass to toy with her openings. She loved her hand grazing her ass as she slipped her fingers in and out of her hole and the vibrator worked its magic on her clit. She felt the familiar feeling building and knew that it wouldn't be long. She felt like such a slut lying there with her legs spread wide, frigging herself with the tiny vibrator while she fucked herself with her fingers, her hips thrusting up and down to meet the vibrator and her fingers.

When the orgasm hit her, she lifted her hips off the chair, bucking and moaning as waves of pleasure rolled over her. She buried her fingers inside her sopping cunt and felt the contractions squeeze them. As the crescendo receded, her fingers slipped from her body and her ass came back to rest on the chair. She was breathing heavily and noticed that there was now a wet spot on the chair's upholstery. Well, the dog would have fun sniffing that one.

She turned off the little buzzing vibrator and covered her mound with her right hand, relishing the feeling of warmth that it gave.

"Ooooh! That was a good one," she thought as an aftershock rippled through body.

Kristen was about to get cleaned up to return to bed, when she heard the familiar ring of the iChat software announcing an invitation to chat.

"Great," she thought. "He's a little fucking late now!"

But when she closed the Web browser and saw the invitation, she realized it was from her best friend, Rachel.

Kristen and Rachel had been friends for several years now — ever since Rachel had become her personal trainer.

Maybe it was the fact that she had always found Rachel attractive, or maybe it was the story she had just read, or maybe the fact that she was sitting there recovering from a mind-blowing orgasm, but Kristen felt a new little tingle in her groin as she went to the keyboard to accept Rachel's invitation to chat.

To be continued ...  

The Awakening of Kristen Ch. 02



Kristen lifted her hips off the chair and pulled up her panties from around her thighs. She was still recovering from her self-induced orgasm when she accepted the invitation to video chat with her best friend, Rachel.

It had been a long night, and Kristen had awoken at 2 a.m. in an agitated state of arousal and decided to relieve her tension by reading an erotic story about lesbian sex on literotica.com. Just seconds earlier, she had been bucking like a bronco in the chair as a powerful orgasm convulsed through her, and she was still flushed as the video chat software connected her to Rachel.

"Hey, Kristen," Rachel said in greeting. "I saw that you were online. What's the matter? Can't sleep?"

The words had barely left her mouth when a puzzled expression appeared on Rachel's face. As she observed Kristen's appearance through the video connection, she could see that her friend was breathing rapidly. She could even see the light sheen of perspiration that coated Kristen's body.

"Please tell me you haven't been working out at 2 a.m.?" Rachel asked. She had met Kristen when Rachel was a personal fitness trainer at the gym. The two had become fast friends.

"Uh, no," Kristen stammered. "I was just ... um ... I couldn't ... um ... sleep and ... um, ... I was just seeing if Jason was online and ... um ... so, what are you doing up this late?"

A light went off in Rachel's head as she realized that her friend was desperately trying to change the subject, but she wasn't going to let her off that easily.

"I know what you've been doing, you naughty girl," Rachel said laughing. "You have been exercising. You've been doing some pelvic thrusts, haven't you?"

Rachel was having great fun with this. She loved Kristen, but sometimes Kristen put on this prudish act that drove Rachel crazy. She knew Kristen well-enough to know that she had the heart of a slut in her. She just needed a little coaxing to let her out. 

Kristen's face reddened at her friend's innuendo, embarrassed that she had been caught red-handed, so to speak, but then she smiled, admitting defeat.

"Can a girl help it if she needs a little relief, and her husband's not around to satisfy her needs?" Kristen asked.

"Hmmm," Rachel replied with a look that Kristen couldn't quite interpret. "It's a shame that you had to take matters into your own hands."

Kristen pondered that comment for a second. Was Rachel hinting at something? Or was Kristen simply reading more in to it than Rachel intended? 

"So, you caught me with my panties down," Kristen said. "I admit it. I'm busted."

"Girl, after the surgery you had, you sure are," Rachel laughed, and so did Kristen, who picked up on the double-entendre. Kristen had had breast augmentation surgery a little over a year ago, and her new breasts were just about perfect.

"I have to confess, though," Rachel said, "you're not the only one with wet panties."

"Oh?" Kristen said. "Do tell."

"Mark just left, and I think it's safe to say that my banker friend left a nice deposit in my "bank of bad habits.' "

Kristen chuckled. "OK. Spill the details. If I can't get laid, I might as well live vicariously through someone who can."

"Well, as you know, Mark and I have been dating a couple of months, and I've really fallen for this guy. He's sweet, thoughtful and very sexy."

Kristen had to agree. She and her husband, Jason, had double-dated with Rachel and Mark on a couple of occasions, and they made a hot couple. Best of all, Mark was funny. Kristen thought funny was very sexy.

"We went to dinner at the Taos Cabana," Rachel said, "that new restaurant just off the freeway. It was very romantic - white tablecloths, great service and a menu that was pretty creative, offering a mixture of southwestern flavors combined with a Caribbean influence."

Kristen smiled. She knew that food was a major aphrodisiac for Rachel, who was attending culinary school to become a chef. They often joked that all a guy had to do to get in to Rachel's pants would be to feed her a gourmet meal.

"To spice up the evening, I wore that hot little red dress I bought the other day ... and nothing else."

"You mean ...?" Kristen asked.

"Yep," Rachel replied, "I went au naturel."

"You didn't!" Kristen exclaimed. "But that dress is a little ..."

"Transparent?" Rachel completed her sentence.

"Yes!" Kristen said. "Well, maybe not transparent, but it doesn't leave a lot to the imagination." She was shocked at her friend's boldness.

Rachel giggled. "That was part of the allure. From the second I put it on without anything underneath I started to get excited, and that excitement grew throughout the evening.

"What did Mark think?" Kristen asked.

"Let's just say that he had to keep his napkin in his lap throughout dinner," Rachel said.

"Oh, you are a bad girl!" Kristen said.

"You're right! I think I need a good spanking," Rachel joked.

Kristen paused to contemplate that visual image for just a second, and it was at that point that she realized she was getting wet again.

"So, I take it that when you got back to your apartment, he ripped your dress off and had his way with you?" Kristen asked.

"Wait a minute, not so fast," Rachel replied. "I'm not done telling what happened at the restaurant."

"Don't tell me ... no, you didn't!"

"I told you the place had white tablecloths - those cover a multitude of indiscretions," Rachel laughed. "Midway through our second drink, I felt Mark put his hand on my thigh. You know that dress is pretty short, so he didn't have far to travel. The next thing I knew, he was massaging my clit with the little finger of his right hand.

"I halfway protested, but he knew I wasn't going to stop him. I leaned forward so he could see down the front of my dress while he continued to caress me. I was looking into his eyes and asked him, 'Are you going to make me cum right here in the restaurant?'

"He smiled and asked, 'Do you think you can?'"

"By then, my eyes were half-closed, and I was squirming in my seat, trying desperately not to be too obvious about what was happening."

"Did anyone notice?" Kristen asked.

"I don't think so," Rachel replied. "Anybody looking at us across the restaurant would have just seen two people staring deeply into each other's eyes, very much in love."

"So, did you?" Kristen asked.

"Did I what?" Rachel replied coyly.

"Cum, dammit?" Kristen asked with frustration in her voice. "Did he get you off right there in the restaurant?" She was really getting into Rachel's story, and her fingers were teasing her own clit now.

"Oh, yes," Rachel said. "And let me tell you, I had a hard time keeping everyone from knowing because I can be quite vocal in the throws of passion."

"OK, TMI! TMI!" Kristen yelled. "Too much information."

"Oh, you're loving it," Rachel said. "I can tell because you've got that flushed look again. I bet you're touching yourself right now, aren't you, you slut?"

"Just shut up and finish the story. Never mind what I'm doing," Kristen replied stubbornly, checking the video chat window to make sure that what was happening between her legs was not visible to Rachel.

"Well, after I recovered, I pulled Mark close and whispered in his ear. " 'I want you to go to the bathroom and remove your underwear.' Let me tell you, the look on his face was priceless. He didn't know what to expect. He protested at first, but he knew after his little escapade up my dress that there were paybacks due."

"First, I've got to adjust my package," Mark told me. "His khaki pants were definitely tenting, and he slipped his hand into his pocket to reposition his cock so it was pointing straight up."

"I'm surprised you didn't offer to help," Kristen said.

"Just hold your horses, and let me tell the story, would ya?" Rachel said. 

"Mark walked to the bathroom, keeping his hand in his pocket in an effort to hide the very erect penis he was sporting. He had to go past several tables full of people, and I noticed one hot young woman watch Mark as he went by. Her eyes lingered on his crotch. After he had passed by, she leaned over to her girlfriend and whispered something. They both started giggling and then looked over at me and gave me an approving nod."

"Oh my gosh!" Kristen said. "Do you think they knew what was going on?"

"Well, if they didn't at that point, they sure did a few minutes later. Mark strolled back by the table, this time sans underwear and sat down next to me in the booth."

"Where are your underwear?" I asked him. "They are history," he replied. "I trashed them. I wasn't going to just stuff them in my pocket and carry them around the restaurant!"

"For some reason, I found that hilarious, and just started laughing, which drew the attention of several tables, including the one with the two young women.

"When I finally calmed down, I pulled Mark close again and told him, 'You were a bad boy making me cum like that in a public place. Just for that, I'm going to tease you unmercifully, but I'm not going to let you cum until we get home.' He groaned as I put my hand in his lap and began tracing the outline of his cock through his khakis."

"Were the girls still watching?" Kristen asked breathlessly. She had now slipped her fingers inside the edge of panties and was circling her little clit.

"They were pretending not to, but they kept looking over at us, and each time they did, I was staring right back at them smiling. Mark was sitting there with his eyes half-closed. Trust me. They knew what was going on.

"I kept that up throughout dinner," Rachel said, suddenly laughing at the unintentional pun she had just made. "I continued to tease Mark, never going so far as to let him cum, stopping any time one of the waiters appeared at our table or someone walked by. I could tell by the way he was squirming in his seat that he had a major case of blue balls."

"You are so going to get it when we get back to your apartment," he warned me. 

"I just looked him directly in the eye and said, 'You promise?' "

Kristen's hand was now moving faster between her legs. She realized that while Rachel couldn't see her hand, she could probably see the movement of her shoulder, but frankly, she was too turned on to care.

"What happened next?" she asked.

"We finished our meal, and Mark said 'Let's save dessert for when we get home.' 'No way!' I told him. 'I'm going to have my dessert and eat you too!' You know me. I'm not going to pass up the best part of the meal. Besides, I considered it professional research."

"We decided to split the Chocolate Decadence, a rich chocolate tort with raspberry sauce and chocolate shavings sprinkled on top."

Kristen didn't bother telling Rachel that she could care less what they had for dessert. Since she had overcome her weight problem years ago through a rigid regimen of diet and exercise, she stayed as far away from desserts as she could get. Besides, food was the last thing on her mind right now, but she indulged Rachel hoping she would get back to the good part of the story.

"We finished dinner and rushed out to the car. Once inside, we couldn't keep our hands off each other. Mark had one arm around my neck and was reaching down my dress to cup my breast. His other hand was back up my dress, and he had a finger buried in my sopping-wet pussy. We were kissing passionately, and my hands had his zipper undone and his long hard cock was sticking out through his pants. I ran my hand up and down the shaft, jacking him off. He pulled away from me and started the engine. My hand continued to stroke him lightly as he drove quickly, but somewhat erratically, back to my place."

"Uh huh. Keep going," Kristen groaned. She was very close to coming again, and was long past caring whether Rachel saw what she was doing or not. 

Rachel, for her part, could see exactly how her story was affecting her friend, and she was enjoying every minute of it. Shortly after she had realized that Kristen was touching herself, Rachel decided to see if she could reach the climax of her story at the same time Kristen reached her climax.

"We pulled into the parking lot at my complex, and Mark stuffed his cock back into his pants. We literally ran up the stairs and into the apartment.

"The door had barely slammed shut before Mark pushed me up against the wall, kissing me forcefully. His lips moved down my throat and his fingers clawed at the spaghetti straps of my dress, tugging them down and bearing my breasts. His mouth latched on to one nipple while his hand roughly squeezed the other. I was breathless and a little shocked at how aggressive he had become. 

"I had never seen his animalistic side, but I definitely liked it!"

"Then what?" Kristen asked. She was so, so close. She just needed one more little push to get her over the top.

"Mark kissed his way down my body. I was still standing with my back against the wall. He went to his knees and lifted my dress and stared right at my pussy before he dove in with his tongue. I wrapped one leg over his shoulder and opened myself up to him more. His tongue danced across my clit, and I knew I was about to cum for the second time that night. I grabbed hold of his head and pulled him tight into my crotch as I flooded his face with my juices. He continued to lick me clean as my contractions slowed and then looked up me and said, "That's the dessert I wanted!"

"I thought we might take a break to recoup and move to more comfortable surroundings, but I underestimated Mark's "condition."

"What ... do ... you ... mean?" Kristen's words were coming in gasps now that she was nearing orgasm.

"I mean he wasn't done with me yet. He spun me around so my face was pressed against the wall, and he lifted the dress over my ass. I heard him undo his pants, and felt his rock-hard penis slide between my cheeks and press in to me. I put my hands against the wall to brace myself because I knew what was coming. He reached down and urged my legs further apart, grasping himself in his hand and rubbing the head of his big cock between my lips, coating them with wetness.

"The combination of my cum and his saliva meant I was more than ready for what he had in mind. He forced his thick cock into me in one thrust, and even though I knew it was coming, I still grunted at the sudden invasion. 

"I could feel his hot breath on my neck and in my ear. 'I'll teach you to tease me, you little slut!' I knew he was just playing the role of domination, but the way he was taking control made me weak in the knees. The only thing holding me up was his cock buried deep in my cunt and the fact that he had me pressed up against the wall. He rammed in to me over and over again, and I thought I would pass out as another orgasm overcame me. With one final thrust, he buried himself in me, balls deep. and unleashed a massive load of cum."

That was all Kristen could take. She began convulsing and bucking in the chair, overcome by her own orgasm. 

"Yes, oh God, Yessss!" Kristen cried.

Rachel watched her friend through the video connection, incredibly turned on by what she was seeing. She had never witnessed another woman having an orgasm. It was incredibly erotic. 

It took a minute or two before Kristen returned to the real world, and when she did, she was mortified by what she had done. Embarrassment overcame her, and she began apologizing to Rachel.

"Rachel, I am so sorry," she sobbed. "I don't know what came over me. I ... I've never done anything like that before." Kristen was horrified.

"Kristen, honey, stop, stop," Rachel said. "Listen to me ... listen."

Kristen finally calmed down a little.

"You don't have any reason to apologize. That was one of the sexiest things I have ever witnessed in my life. I knew what was happening, and I wanted to watch you cum. Don't apologize. We're best friends. We can share anything with each other. Don't you know that?"

Kristen nodded into the camera, still a little unsure.

"I'll tell you what," Rachel said. "I want you to come over tonight for dinner. I'll fix you a new dish I'm working on. We'll have some wine, and we can talk about it if you want, but you've been alone enough this week. What do you say?"

"OK," Kristen said at last. "I'd like that. And Rachel, thanks for understanding and not being horrified by what just happened."

"Honey, I said stop it. The last thing I am is horrified. Now you get some sleep, and I'll see you tonight."

"OK, good night," Kristen said.

"Good night," Rachel replied, shutting down the video connection.

"Oh no, Kristen, I'm far from horrified," Rachel said to herself. "In fact, you'll see just how I feel tonight." 

Rachel had already changed into a large T-shirt and panties in preparation for bed, but now she slipped her hand down the front of her panties, running her fingers through her pussy, feeling the mixture of her own juices and Mark's cum, which was now starting to seep out of her well-used cunt.

She scooped some of the mixture on to her finger and brought it up to her lips, savoring the combined flavors.

"Oh, I can't wait to show you how I feel," Rachel said. "I just can't wait."

To be continued...



The Awakening of Kristen Ch. 03



The water cascaded down Rachel's body as she soaped herself with the big fluffy. Her well-toned body would make any man's mouth water, although like most women, Rachel mainly saw the flaws.

She thought her breasts were a little too big for her smallish frame, although she had to admit that she'd rather be too big than too small. She thought her hips were too big too, but there was no mistaking that she was woman. Her boyfriend, Mark, made it clear that he liked her curves, and she almost believed him.

Rachel had been in the shower for a while, reveling in the feel of the hot spray on her skin. With the basics out of the way, she concentrated on those more personal areas.

She discarded the fluffy. The places that needed cleaning now did not take kindly to the rough, scratchy texture of the fluffy. No, her hands were the right tools for this job.

She picked up a bar of moisturizing soap and rubbed it between her hands to lather them up. Replacing the bar in the soap dish, she placed her left foot on the shower seat and spread her legs to allow access to her most intimate places. 

Rachel ran her soapy hands over her pubic area briskly, getting it nice and clean. She flinched slightly at her tenderness down there.

"Oooh. Just a tad on the tender side," she thought. She didn't have to wonder why.

Last night, after a dinner in which they had teased each other unmercifully, Rachel's boyfriend had brought her back to her apartment where he had taken her roughly from behind, pressing her against the wall. He hadn't even removed their clothes. Instead he had just lifted her dress over her ass, dropped his pants and ravaged her needy cunt.

Not that Rachel minded. She liked it a little rough, and she also liked knowing that she had been well-fucked.

Just the thought of how Mark had taken her brought a new moistness to her cleft, and Rachel considered a little self-gratification before her best friend, Kristen, arrived for dinner.

"No," she decided. "I think I'll save that for later," she thought mischievously. 

She finished rinsing and shut off the shower. She grabbed a bottle of baby oil and immediately applied it to her entire body to keep it moisturized. After patting herself dry, she threw on her robe and went to the kitchen for a glass of wine. 

Back in the bathroom, she combed out her straight mid-length auburn hair and began the tedious process of getting ready for the evening. Rachel hated those women who "didn't need make-up." 

Although she never would have agreed, Rachel would have been considered beautiful without make-up, but like most women, she looked even better with it. Frankly, most people considered Rachel as gorgeous, not that Rachel saw herself that way, a fact that probably made her even more attractive. No one really likes a person who's good-looking and knows it.

***

A few miles away, Kristen was standing at the foot of her bed trying to decide what to wear for her dinner with Rachel. She had a half-dozen outfits laid out on the bed, and she couldn't decide.

"This is ridiculous," Kristen thought. "I'm just having dinner with a friend."

But it is a well-known fact that women dress for other women and undress for men, and tonight, Kristen was definitely dressing for Rachel.

Kristen wasn't exactly sure why it was so important to her that she look good tonight. There was a lot of confusion running through her head after her early-morning video chat session with Rachel.

Kristen had gone online to relieve a little sexual tension built up from her husband being out of town. After achieving her orgasm, she had received an invitation from Rachel to chat.

Rachel had proceeded to tell Kristen about the steamy sex she and Mark had had at the restaurant and after they returned to Rachel's apartment. Kristen had gotten so turned on as Rachel told the story that she brought herself to a second orgasm right there during the video chat!

Kristen was horrified by what she had done, but Rachel had assured her that she had nothing to be ashamed of.

Kristen picked up one of the outfits from the bed and held it up to her body. The one she selected was a short blue-jean skirt and white T-shirt that stopped a couple of inches from the waistline of the skirt. Her bare midriff was accented by a sun tattoo that circled her navel, which was pierced. The skirt rode pretty low on her hips, but she didn't have to worry because she kept herself trimmed "down there." Besides, it really showed off her toned abs.

Reaching into her dresser, she withdrew a satiny white bra and a matching white thong. She didn't really need the bra. Her surgically enhanced breasts were still quite firm and hung perfectly, but Kristen wasn't the kind of girl who went out without a bra on.

She put on the shirt and skirt and assessed her look in the full-length mirror. She had short, spiky blonde hair that emphasized her long neck. You could tell by the sculpting of her arms and legs that she lifted weights regularly. On a less voluptuous woman, the spiky hair and sculpted body would have made her look at best dykish and at worst masculine, but on Kristen, it just looked good.

At 5'10" she was tall for a woman, and she weighed 135 pounds, but there was very little fat on her. It was almost all muscle, built up during hours in the gym.

Satisfied with her appearance, Kristen picked out a sterling silver choker, silver rings and an ankle bracelet to complement the outfit. She debated whether to wear large hoop earrings, but decided they looked too trampy, opting instead for some silver drops with light-colored lapis stones dangling at the end. A silver circle chain belt completed the look, its metal links hanging down nearly to the hem of her skirt. It jangled when she walked.

***

It was 6:15 p.m., and Kristen would be arriving soon, Rachel realized. Suddenly she had butterflies in her stomach.

"What's going on?" she wondered. "You're acting like you're having a date. It's just Kristen coming over."

Rachel was in her kitchen preparing dinner. The gourmet cook was enrolled in culinary school and was thriving in her coursework. After working as a chef for someone for a few years, she hoped to open her own restaurant. Tonight, she was going to try out one of her newest creations on Kristen.

Rachel had to be careful about the menu, though, because Kristen was a fanatic about her eating habits. After years of being overweight, Kristen managed to shed the pounds and was determined not to go back down the path of unhealthy eating.

Rachel actually appreciated that, since it was she, as Kristen's personal trainer, who had helped the woman emerge from her plump cocoon to become the beautiful, sexy woman she now knew. Besides, Rachel liked the challenge of cooking tasty gourmet dinners that were also healthy. In fact, she thought there might be a market for a restaurant that provided exceptional food that was not only good, but also good for you.

At 6:30 p.m., Rachel mixed up a batch of her famous frozen margaritas. While Kristen watched her calories, she didn't mind a drink or two ... or three. She would just have to spend a little extra time in the gym to reduce the effects. Tonight, Rachel enhanced her usual recipe with a touch of 151-proof grain alcohol. She had learned the secret of grain alcohol from one of her classmates, who told her it wouldn't alter the taste, but it would certainly alter the wallop the drink packed, and Rachel had her own reasons for wanting to loosen both hers and Kristen's inhibitions tonight.

The doorbell to her apartment rang, and Rachel carried Kristen's drink to the door to answer it. It was one of their little jokes to greet each other at the door with a drink waiting for them.

Rachel opened the door for her friend, and her jaw dropped when she saw her.

"God!" Rachel said huskily. "You look hot!" She pretended to fan herself with her hand to cool herself off.

Kristen blushed slightly. "Thanks. You look pretty amazing yourself, but I was hoping you would wear that hot little red dress you had on last night," she said teasingly.

"I'm afraid that dress has been Monica Lewinskied," Rachel replied, referring to the young intern whose cum-stained dress had nearly brought down a president. "That little number has a date with a dry-cleaners."

Kristen laughed and took the drink Rachel offered.

"Mmmmm! It smells wonderful in here. What are you cooking?"

"Oh, just some leftovers I'm throwing together," Rachel lied. 

"Whatever!" Kristen said. "Anything I can do to help."

"Nope. Just park your cute little ass on that stool there and keep me company while I finish this up."

Kristen did as instructed, crossing her long tanned legs, one sandal dangling from her bobbing foot. The short skirt rode up on her legs, showing off her muscled thighs. Rachel stared at her friend's legs for a second longer than she should have and then quickly gulped a sip of her drink.

The two friends talked about anything and everything - everything, that is, except for the one thing that was on both of their minds - the early-morning video chat session.

Kristen wasn't sure she wanted to talk about it, and Rachel was having a hard time trying to figure out how to bring it up.

So, instead they talked about other things, sipping their margaritas from martini glasses as Rachel plated the dinner.

Rachel's apartment was pretty small, and she only had a small two-person dining table set up off to the side of the kitchen, but the table was meticulously set. Rachel turned down the lights so the table was bathed in candlelight.

"Everything looks delicious," Kristen said.

"Yes, it does," Rachel said. The way she said it, though, made Kristen look up, and she saw that her friend was looking not at the food, but directly at her. She felt a wave of heat pass through her body and suddenly felt a little dizzy.

"Woah!" she said, "I think that drink went right to my head." 

"Have a seat," Rachel said, "and I'll refill your glass."

"OK," Kristen said, "but just one more. I don't want to pass out on you."

When they were both seated, Rachel raised her glass to Kristen and proposed a toast.

"To Kristen, my best friend and the hottest woman I know," she said with a twinkle in her eye.

Kristen paused before she took a sip and then set her glass down. She gazed at her beautiful friend across the table, working up the courage to say what was on her mind. She reached across the table and placed her hand on top of Rachel's, her fingertips lightly caressing the other woman's wrist. The touch sent a shiver through Rachel.

"Rachel, we've been friends a long time now, and I feel like I can tell you anything."

"You can," Rachel replied, her breathing increasing slightly.

"I've been thinking about this morning - a lot," Kristen said.

"Me too," Rachel said quietly, wondering where Kristen was going to go with this, and fearful that it might not be in the same direction that Rachel hoped for.

"I don't think I've ever been so excited in my life," Kristen said. 

"Me either," Rachel said.

"Wait, please, let me finish," Kristen said. "It wasn't just because your story was incredibly sexy. It was something more than that. What I didn't tell you is that before we started chatting, I had been reading an erotic story online. It was a story about two college roommates who found themselves ..."

"Making love?" Rachel said, completing Kristen's sentence.

"Yes," Kristen said, and the words began to pour out of her as if a dam had been opened. "I've never done anything like that with another woman, but I've been thinking about it a lot lately, and then you came online and told me about you and Mark having sex, and I started getting excited again, and I was thinking about the story, and about you, and what it would be like to be with you, and how much I wanted to touch your body and how I wanted to please you and, and ..."

All of the sudden, Kristen stopped and got a horrified look on her face.

"Oh my God! What am I doing? I'm so sorry!" she sobbed, getting up from the table and bolting for the door.

"Kristen, wait!" Rachel shouted, but her friend was determined to get out the door and away from this embarrassing situation.

Kristen made it to the door and fumbled with the lock, unable to get it open. She collapsed against the door sobbing. In seconds, Rachel was at her side, taking the other woman in her arms, stroking her hair as she cried gently on her shoulder.

"Oh Kristen, don't cry, baby, don't cry. It's OK, baby, It's OK," she said while gently kissing Kristen's hair.

"Kristen, look at me," Rachel said. "Look at me, baby." Rachel raised Kristen's face to hers and looked into her eyes. "It's OK," she said, now kissing the tears that were streaming down Kristen's face. 

"Kristen, couldn't you tell? Didn't you know?" Rachel asked as she continued to kiss her friend.

"I thought I was so obvious," Rachel said. In Kristen's eyes she saw momentary confusion, but that confusion disappeared as Rachel's lips found Kristen's, giving her the most delicate kiss of all.

Rachel pulled back slightly to see the reaction on Kristen's face, and then moved in to kiss her again, this time more firmly.

Again she withdrew, and this time it was Kristen who moved forward, kissing Rachel, teasing her lips with her tongue. Gently, gracefully the two kissed, their mouths opening slightly, their tongues tentatively beginning that intimate dance that is reserved for the closest of lovers.

Their passion ignited quickly from there, and the kisses became more fervent. Rachel wanted to possess Kristen, kissing her urgently on the lips and then on her neck moving down to her chest. Meanwhile, her right hand came up to grasp Kristen's breast and she wedged her thigh between the taller woman's legs.

"I want to make love to you," she said breathlessly.

"Yes," Kristen begged.

Rachel led Kristen toward her bedroom, the untouched dinner left sitting forgotten on the table. When they got to her room, Rachel lit candles all around the room and hit the start button on her iPod.

The room was bathed in soft light, and the suggestive sounds of Paula Cole's "Feelin' Love," perhaps the most erotic song ever written, flooded the room.

"Did it occur to you that I might have had this planned?" Rachel asked.

Kristen looked around the room at the carefully placed candles and considered the music that just "happened" to be queued up on the Bose sound system, and she finally realized that Rachel had been thinking exactly the same thing she had.

"You were ... you had this all ... it was all planned, wasn't it? You ... you were going to seduce me, weren't you?" she asked?

"Yes, baby," Rachel said. "I've been trying to figure out how to get you in bed for a long time. This morning just opened the door and gave me the courage to go through with it. Does that scare you?"

"Scare me?" Kristen laughed. "Are you kidding? I've had the hots for you since we first met. I just didn't know what to do about it."

"Well, now you're going to find out," Rachel said approaching Kristen, her eyes heavy with lust.

"Have you ever done this before?" Kristen asked, "I mean with another woman."

"No," Rachel said, "but I sure have fantasized about it a lot."

"Me too," Kristen said enthusiastically.

Rachel was now in front of Kristen, and the taller woman bent down to kiss her friend, their mouths opening and tongues wrestling for position. Rachel's hands found the zipper on Kristen's skirt and tugged it down to rid her friend of the denim material that separated her from what she most wanted.

They continued to kiss as the skirt dropped at Kristen's feet, and Rachel's hands roamed freely over Kristen's ass, which was left bare except for the thong that parted her buttocks.

Rachel stopped kissing her and pushed her gently so that she fell back on the bed. Kristen looked up at her as she slowly slid the small straps of her sundress off of her shoulders and down her sides, slowly uncovering her breasts, which were bare beneath the dress. Down, down the dress went, the clingy material retarding the descent, making the unveiling tantalizingly slow. When the dress passed Rachel's navel, Kristen sat up and placed her hands over Rachel's, moving them out of the way and taking over for her.

Kristen leaned forward to kiss the woman's stomach, her kisses trailing lower along with the dress. She reached Rachel's hips and could now see the beginnings of her pubic hair. She paused briefly to plant a kiss on Rachel's pubis through the thin material of the dress. Rachel's hands went to Kristen's head and she let out a sigh. Kristen rolled the dress over her hips, and it fell in a heap at her feet.

"You are so beautiful," Kristen said.

Rachel bowed her head in acceptance of the compliment.

"Thank you," she said, believing that, to this woman, it was true.

Kristen took her hand and pulled her to the bed. Rachel, who had been directing their movements, now found herself looking up into Kristen's eyes as she leaned down to kiss her new lover. Kristen trailed her fingers up Rachel's belly, feeling the woman's stomach contract at the intimate touch that sent shivers through her body.

Kristen lowered her head to Rachel's breast and her tongue snaked out to flicker across her nipple. Rachel seized her head and pulled her tight to her breast, and Kristen obliged her by engulfing it in her mouth.

Meanwhile, Kristen's hand trailed down lower to the juncture between Rachel's legs, drawing a new moan from Rachel, who opened her legs to give wider access to the probing fingers.

Kristen touched her like she liked to be touched, and based on Rachel's reaction, they had a lot more in common than she realized. 

"Take off your shirt," Rachel said breathlessly. "I want to see your body."

Kristen rose up on her knees and grasped the bottom of her T-shirt and pulled it up over her head. Now clad only in bra and panties, she cupped her own breasts, pushing them together, and then allowed her right hand to slide down her stomach to her thong-covered pussy. Her fingers slipped under the waistband, and she teased herself while Rachel watched and mimicked her actions on her own pussy.

"I want to taste you," Kristen pleaded.

"If you insist," Rachel said playfully, rolling on her back and spreading her legs wide "Pleasure me, slave!" she said.

Kristen burst out laughing and said, "Come here you horny little slut. I'm going to give you what you deserve!"

She grabbed Rachel, pulling her toward her and rolling her over in the process, landing a hard slap on the naughty girl's ass and eliciting a squeal from her.

"What was it you said about needing a spanking this morning?" Kristen inquired, slapping Rachel's other cheek, but this time she didn't squeal, but rather let out a lustful moan.

"Oooh," Kristen said, "Methinks M'Lady doth like to have her hindquarters strapped!" she teased in a horrible Cockney accent, but she noticed that Rachel made no effort to escape her punishment. 

"Well, we'll have to delve into that later," she said, giving Rachel one final slap and rolling her back over. She was a little surprised at the look of lust in Rachel's eyes. "Right now, though, I'm going to give you the tongue-lashing you deserve."

Kristen straddled Rachel's stomach and reached up to remove her own bra. It fastened in the back, and as she reached back to undo the clasp, her breasts were thrust up and out. Rachel took the opportunity to run her hands over both breasts, pulling the satin down over her nipples as Kristen slipped the straps off her shoulders.

Rachel pulled her down and captured a nipple in her mouth, and Kristen hovered there as Rachel moved back and forth licking and sucking each nipple until they were rock hard.

Kristen pulled her breast from Rachel's mouth with a plop, drawing a groan of protest from the woman, but it was quickly replaced by a moan of appreciation as she kissed her way down Rachel's body, settling herself between her legs. 




The Awakening of Kristen Ch. 03



Having never eaten another woman, Kristen wasn't entirely sure what she was doing, and a momentary flash of doubt crept into her mind, but she knew what she liked, and guessed that was as good a place to start as any. 

She began by placing tiny kisses on Rachel's outer lips, flicking her tongue across her labia, gently probing to separate the lips, searching for the buried treasure of her clit. Kristen had been concerned that she might not like the taste of another woman, but she quickly found out that her worries were unfounded. In fact, the smell and taste were so incredibly erotic that she slipped her right hand down between her own legs to play with her pussy while pleasuring her lover.

As Rachel grew wetter from her own juices and Kristen's saliva, she opened more and more, and Kristen began to concentrate on that little bud at the top of her slit. Keeping her tongue flat, she brushed against Rachel's clit being careful not to be too rough with her tongue. 

Rachel was on fire. As blood flowed into her pubic area, she felt the dull throbbing that signaled the beginning of her orgasm. She couldn't believe she was already close to coming. One hand went to her breast and squeezed it roughly while the other one rested on her abdomen, stroking it lightly. She didn't know why that felt so good, but it did. It was often the sensation that sent her over the top, and she could tell it was working once again.

"Oh my God! Baby," she said. "Yes, that's it. That's perfect. Don't stop! Don't stop! Oh God! I'm going to come. I'm going to ... aaaagghhh!" 

Rachel never got the last word out as the orgasm washed over her and wracked her body. Kristen held on for dear life, trying desperately to keep her tongue brushing against the clit of the thrashing woman. Kristen tasted a new flavor as aftershocks continued to pulse through Rachel. If Kristen thought the taste of another woman was pleasing before, this new experience was more than she could stand. Rachel's orgasm, coupled with her own middle finger, which was stuffed in her panties and running the length of her slit, sparked her own orgasm. As it coursed through her, she thrust her pelvis against her middle finger, riding it like it was small cock. Her face was still buried in Rachel's crotch.

Finally the ripples subsided, and Kristen pulled herself up along Rachel, who took her face in her hands and kissed her deeply. 

"Mmmm," she purred. "I taste good on you."

Slowly, their labored breathing became more regular as they rested in each other's arms. Kristen loved the feel of her breasts pressing into Rachel's. She purposely repositioned her body ever few seconds just so she could feel her nipple rub against Rachel's mounds. 

Before long, she felt that familiar tingling begin again, and she began to rub her pubic mound against Rachel's thigh. The girls were kissing now, and Rachel was moaning into Kristen's mouth as her hand circled her friend's surgically enhanced breast. There was no denying that they felt "different" from natural breasts - not bad by any means, but different. 

Rachel could feel Kristen's juices coating her thigh, and she moved her leg up and down as Kristen humped it more urgently.

"Baby," Rachel whispered, "there's something I've been wanting to try. I saw it in a movie called 'The Dinner Party.' In the movie, these two women covered themselves in butter and then rubbed their pussies against each other until they came. It was so hot!"

"What the hell kind of movie were you watching?" Kristen asked astounded, never considering that her friend might watch porn. 

Rachel blushed a little and admitted sheepishly that she and Mark sometimes liked to watch adult movies together. They had started a new game where they had to mimic whatever the actors were doing on the screen. That had led to some pretty kinky sex, and obviously it only worked for the heterosexual scenes, but that hadn't stopped Rachel from fantasizing about "scissoring" with another woman. Besides, her first orgasm as a young girl had come when she had stripped off her panties and mounted her pillow one night, humping against it until reached a shuddering climax and coated the pillowcase in her arousal juices. No one forgets their first time. 

Kristen pulled back slightly and said, "Let me get this straight. You want to cover me in butter?" Her tone clearly indicated that the idea of rubbing butter all over her body didn't really appeal to her.

"We don't have to use butter," Rachel said quickly. "We could use baby oil, or I have some scented massage oil that would work perfectly." . Kristen could hear the longing in her friend's voice, and the thought of grinding her oil-covered slit against Rachel's did sound pretty damn hot. 

Kristen rolled onto her back, stretching her arms languorously over her head, extending her long body and opening her thighs slightly.

"OK, oil me up, slave, and pleasure your queen." Kristen had never thought too much about role-play, but she was kind of getting into it tonight.

Rachel bounced off the bed and snatched the massage oil from the nightstand next to the bed. "I'll be right back! Don't move," she said eagerly.

Kristen reared up on her elbows as her friend dashed out of the room. "Where are going?" she asked the naked backside that disappeared through the doorway. 

She heard Rachel rummaging around in the kitchen - a cabinet being opened, the clink of a bowl or plate, the sound of the microwave door opening and closing, the beep, beep, beep of it being programmed and finally the ding signaling that whatever Rachel was preparing was now ready.

Truly curious now, Kristen eagerly awaited Rachel's return, and she soon heard bare feet padding across the floor headed back toward the bedroom. Rachel entered clutching a small bowl in both hands, as if carrying a sacrificial offering to place on an alter. 

Kristen pulled her knees together and up to her chest and slowly slipped her thong over her hips and down her legs, baring her shaved pussy crowned by a thin patch of blonde hair. Needless to say, the panties were wet.

Being careful not to spill its contents, Rachel climbed onto the bed and straddled Kristen's waist. She placed the bowl on the bed, but not so close that it would tip over, and dipped the fingers of both hands in to coat them with the liquid inside.

Rubbing her hands together to spread the substance, Rachel reached down and placed one hand on each breast and began covering Kristen's mounds of flesh with the warm slippery fluid.

Kristen groaned out loud. "Oh my God that feels so good," she thought. She closed her eyes and surrendered to absolute pleasure as Rachel began coating her exposed skin with warm oil.

Every so often, Rachel would lean down and kiss Kristen deeply, allowing her own breasts to rub against the oil-covered flesh of her lover, thus transferring the lubrication to her own body.

She moved lower, straddling one knee as she applied oil to Kristen's abdomen. Rachel surreptitiously moved her crotch back and forth against Kristen's knee, leaving a trail of lubrication of a different sort.

Dipping her hands into the bowl again, she began coating Kristen's thighs, moving closer and closer to her pubic area. Her hands moved up toward the juncture of her thighs, stopping just short each time and building desire and frustration in Kristen who needed to be touched and touched now!

Instead, Rachel dipped her fingers again into the bowl, but this time, she dangled them over Kristen's swollen labia, allowing the drops of oil to rain down on sensitive flesh. 

Kristen could actually feel the rivulets of warm oil, flowing down and around the intricate folds of her slit, trickling down, down, down until coating the tight, puckered opening of her ass, which clinched involuntarily when the heated liquid came into contact with her most private area. 

When the last few drops had left her fingers, Rachel gently began rubbing the oil all over Kristen's pelvic area, spreading it liberally while at the same time allowing her probing fingers to take a few liberties along the way - insinuating a finger into Kristin's eager hole, grazing a nail across her exposed asshole, all of which had the desired affect.

When she was sure that Kristen was well-lubricated, she coated her hands again and raised up on one knee, spreading her legs so that Kristen had an unencumbered view of her pussy. Kristen watched intently as she used both hands to liberally apply oil to her own pubic area and thighs. Rachel's exhibitionism took over a little, and she tilted her head back and moaned and sighed, loving the knowledge that Kristen was watching as she pleasured herself.

She knew she could easily get off with very little effort, but she restrained herself, and instead, spread Kristen's legs wider and sat between them, draping her left leg over Kristen's outstretched right.

"How are we going to do this?" Kristen asked. "Don't you want to get on top of me?"

"No," Rachel answered. "That won't work. What I want you to do is raise your left leg so I can slip mine underneath."

"Oh, I get it," Kristen said, complying with Rachel's request. 

Rachel slid forward, completing the "scissor," and lightly pressed her pussy against Kristen's. With Kristen reclining on her elbows, Rachel directed the movement as they slowly thrust against each other, moving their slick mounds up and down and all around.

"Oh God," Rachel thought, biting her lip and raising her hips off the bed slightly to push a little more forcefully against Kristen. "I can't believe how good this feels." Her breath was already coming in gasps, both from the exertion and the building orgasm.

"Oh my God, I can't believe how good this feels!" Kristen exclaimed, voicing the thoughts that had just been running through Rachel's mind. 

"Uh huh!" Rachel grunted, no longer really able to form coherent speech. 

Kristen reached out to grab Rachel's free hand and used it to pull the two closer together, as they continued to grind against each other. Their moist, lubricated pussies made obscene sounds as soft folds molded together and slid apart. It was both sensual and nasty at the same time.

"Oh, fuck me, baby!" Kristen said. "Fuck my wet pussy! Give it to me!"

Rachel would be hard-pressed to admit it, but the dirty words coming out of Kristen's mouth turned her on even more. 

"You like that baby? You like it when I grind my sweet pussy against your tight little cunt?"

"Yes, I love it. Do it! Do it! I'm so close."

With her free hand, Kristen grabbed her own breast, pinching and pulling at her nipple until they stood out angrily from her engorged areola. Then she abruptly abandoned her breast and traveled down her stomach to the thin patch of hair at the top of her slit. Reaching down carefully with two fingers, she pried apart her labia, exposing her swollen clit and was immediately rewarded with a new wave of pleasure as Rachel's cunt lips swirled around it. 

Rachel released Kristen's hand to use her own fingers to pry apart her lips, and soon the two women were rubbing their clits together frantically.

"Oh, yes, just like that! Yes, Yes, YES!" Kristen cried, her hips bucking and back arching as she rode the wave of her orgasm over the top and down the other side. She convulsed once, twice, and on the third time, Rachel began her own bucking frenzy that stretched Kristen's first orgasm into a second, or was it a third? 

Rachel finally stopped shuddering and collapsed on top of her lover, resting her head in the crook of Kristen's neck. As their breathing gradually returned to normal, Kristen deadpanned, "OK, that was fun. Maybe we should do that again sometime." 

Rachel burst out laughing. "You think?" she asked rhetorically.

Kristen giggled and snuggled in close to her lover. Together, they fell asleep with arms and legs intertwined.

Hours later, with sunlight streaming through the window, Rachel awoke and looked over to find her friend lying on her back with one arm above her head and her right leg bent at the knee. The sunlight framed Kristen's shaved pussy perfectly, almost as if it were a spotlight shining on the star of the show. It still glistened with oil.

"Oh my," Rachel thought, feeling new moistness in her seemingly insatiable cunt.

Moving slowly so as not to awaken Kristen, Rachel crawled lower on the bed, positioning herself between her long legs. She bent her head close to Kristen's pussy, and the young woman stirred slightly at the touch of Rachel's warm breath.

"It's time to awaken, my love," Rachel thought as she extended her tongue toward her lover.

To be continued...



The Awakening of Kristen Ch. 04



Kristen was having the most delicious dream. She felt like she was floating on the ocean, rising and falling with the waves. Overhead, bright blue, cloudless skies seemed to go on forever. The sun was warm. In fact, it was downright hot. She could feel the heat rising in her body, and she reveled in the feeling it gave her.

The waves seemed to be carrying her toward the shore, which wasn't too surprising. That's what waves did, after all, but as she came closer and closer to the beach, the waves seemed to grow in intensity. The peaks became higher and higher, and she tried to guess which wave would be the one that carried her to the burning sand. 

Upward the waves carried her, so high now that she started to become somewhat anxious, but the water was warm, and she felt its wetness all over, and it felt amazingly good, so she gave in to the feeling.

The thing about dreams is that they rarely have continuity, and rarely do they reach fruition. The falling man wakes up before he hits the ground; the student sleeps through the final exam for the class she hasn't attended all semester, they always end with us waking up wondering where we are.

As Kristen drew closer and closer to the shore, rising higher and higher on the waves, she was no different. Just as she thought she was about to hit the beach, she awoke from the dream with a start, and in that instant, three thoughts ran through her head. The questions that occurred to her happened at the speed of thought, which is to say, almost instantaneously and almost at the same time, but in order, they were:

1."Where am I?"

2."What is that sensation I'm feeling?"

3."Oh my God! Am I'm cumming?"

Before she was fully awake, the wave that had been building within her body dashed her body upon the shore, where she felt herself writhing and gasping like the two lovers in "From Here to Eternity."

It was then that her brain connected the dots.

First, she knew where she was: She was in Rachel's bed.

Second, she now knew what that sensation had been: It was Rachel's tongue on her clit.

And that second realization certainly explained that wave that was washing over her.

Kristen opened her eyes and looked down her naked body to see Rachel looking up at her from between her legs. Her face was shiny with Kristen's juices, and she was grinning like the Cheshire Cat in "Alice in Wonderland." 

"Good morning, Beautiful," Rachel said. "I'm sorry I woke you, but I just couldn't wait anymore."

Kristen laughed. 

"Don't apologize! I'd like to wake up like that every morning. In fact, could I leave an 8 a.m. wake-up call for tomorrow too!"

The two women broke into laughter, and Rachel crawled up Kristen's body to snuggle next to her. She leaned in to kiss her, but Kristen turned her head away.

Rachel was momentarily hurt until Kristen said, "Wait until I brush my teeth! Yuck, I have morning breath."

"Yeah, well my breath smells like tuna," Rachel joked.

"Eeewww!" Kristen said, playfully swatting Rachel on her behind. "I hate it when guys say we taste like tuna!"

"I'm just joking!" Rachel replied laughing. "You don't taste anything like tuna."

"Good," Kristen said, "I was about to get a complex. Now let me up. I have to tinkle."

"OK, you go tinkle, and I'm going to make us some breakfast. I'm starved, and if you recall, we left our dinner sitting uneaten on the table last night."

"Last night," Kristen thought. "God, it seemed so long ago. And to think, that in just a little more than 24 hours, her whole life had changed dramatically."

It all began when Kristen couldn't sleep the previous night, and it had ended with Rachel's face buried between her legs, culminating in the first lesbian experience for both women. The reality of what had happened hadn't even begun to sink in, but Kristen knew her life had changed — for the better she hoped — but she knew there would be consequences to deal with.

Rachel could see the look of concern flash across her best friend's face, and knew what she must be thinking.

"Hey ... I love you. Get yourself cleaned up a little and join me in the kitchen. I know we need to talk. Everything will be OK. OK?"

Kristen smiled sheepishly at Rachel. "Am I that easy to read?" 

"Yes," Rachel said simply.

"OK. I'll be there in a minute," Kristen said.

Rachel turned to go, but Kristen stopped her.

"Rachel ..."

"Yes?"

"I love you too," Kristen said looking directly into her eyes.

To Kristen, the smile that came over Rachel's face was as pleasing as the orgasm she had just experienced. 

Rachel turned for the kitchen before Kristen could see the tears forming in her eyes. She had never had a man tell her that he loved her; at least, not in the simple way Kristen had just said it. She hoped that Mark would feel the same way about her someday.

When Kristen joined Rachel in the kitchen, the gourmet chef was whipping up a breakfast strata with sun-dried tomatoes and roasted red bell peppers. She had cut up fresh fruit and put out some bagels and low-fat crème cheese. A large glass of fresh-squeezed orange juice awaited Kristen, and she gulped it down as if she hadn't had a drink in weeks.

"God, what did you do to me last night," she gasped after downing the juice.

"As I recall, it was you doing the doing last night," Rachel giggled. "That's probably why you're so thirsty." 

The thought of what Kristen had done to Rachel last night, and vice-versa this morning, brought renewed wetness between Kristen's thighs.

"God, maybe we'd better talk about something else; otherwise, I'm going to take you back to bed, and we'll waste another meal," she teased.

"Hey, eat all you want, I'll cook more," Rachel said mischievously, lifting up the front of her short silky negligee, revealing her nakedness below.

Kristen groaned.

"You're so bad," she said, slipping into Rachel's arms.

"I recall you wanting to kiss me a little while ago. Is that offer still on the table?" Kristen asked.

Rachel rose up on her tiptoes and pressed her lips to Kristen's, pulling her head close and opening her mouth. Kristen's tongue met Rachel's, and they teased each other that way as Kristen allowed her hands to drop to Rachel's ass. She lifted the short nightie so that she could run her hands over her new lover's ass. She gripped a cheek in each hand and then ran her index finger down the crack of Rachel's ass, eliciting a groan of appreciation that transferred from Rachel's mouth to Kristen's.

The two broke apart and Rachel went back to cooking, but the grin on her face seemed permanently etched there. It made Kristen smile, and she could tell that she had the same glow.

They remained silent for a time, both lost in their own thoughts about what had happened and what it might mean.

Rachel was the first to speak.

"Kristen? I know that what has happened changes a lot of things and that it will take a while for us to process.

"I think there are some things that should be said right away, though."

"OK," Kristen said a little nervously. She wasn't sure what Rachel was going to say. Hell, she wasn't even sure what she wanted to hear.

"First," Rachel said, "I know that you are married to Jason, and I would never try to break that up."

A flood of relief washed over Kristen, but it was quickly replaced by anxiety about Jason, and the fact that she had essentially cheated on him. Sure, it had been with a woman, but Kristen didn't fool herself into thinking that it was anything less than unfaithfulness.

"Second, I love you, and I never want to do anything to hurt you."

"Third, I want to be your lover only if it doesn't mean violating the first two statements."

Rachel saw a tear form in Kristen's eye, and she panicked.

"Kristen, I'm sorry! Did I say something wrong? Oh God, I've already hurt you. Please talk to me."

But Kristen just walked over to Rachel and took her in her arms and held her, stroking the shorter woman's long auburn hair. 

"Rachel, Rachel, thank you! Thank you! You've just said everything I was thinking. I was so worried that you would ask me to give up Jason, and I just knew I wouldn't be able to do that."

"Oh babe, I know what Jason means to you. I know how deeply you love him. Hell, I love him for the way he loves you. I also don't believe that love is a limited resource. We have an infinite capacity to give and receive it, and I just want to be part of the group that gives and receives love from you."

They kissed tenderly and hugged again.

"I hate to bring it up," Rachel said, "but what about Jason? What are you going to tell him?"

"God, I don't know!" Kristen said. "I don't even know if I should tell him. Are you going to tell Mark?" Kristen asked. Mark had been Rachel's boyfriend for several months, and they were getting pretty serious. In fact, it was Rachel's recounting of a steamy sexual encounter with Mark that ultimately allowed her to get into Kristen's pants.

"Unless you don't want me to, I will. Hell, if I know Mark, it will totally turn him on. But, I know it's different for us. We aren't married. We aren't even engaged."

"Half of me expects Jason to react the same way," Kristen said hopefully. "God knows we've fantasized about me being with a woman enough, but sometimes fantasy runs smack dab into the wall of reality, especially when it happens behind the other's back."

The strata came out of the oven, and the two women wolfed down the food — their physical appetite seemingly matching their sexual appetite — insatiable. 

"Do you really think Jason will be mad," Rachel asked. 

"Do you want to know the truth?" Kristen asked. "I think Jason is going to be jealous, but not because I had sex with you, but because he didn't get to join in," she laughed.

"Men!" Rachel said, "They're so predictable."

"Hey, I can't really blame him," Kristen said. "I wanted to fuck you. Why wouldn't he?"

"Well, since we're having true confession time," Rachel said, "Mark and I have fantasized about the four of us getting together for a little "after-hours" fun. I won't tell you what he'd like to do to you," she said cryptically.

"Oh?" Kristen said, shifting in her seat to massage the tingling she was starting to feel in her pussy. "And, what exactly, would Mr. Barron like to do to me?" she asked.

"Well, let's just say it involves his big office desk and your tight little backside."

"Hmmm. Well, you can tell him that little hole is off limits to everyone, including my husband."

"Too bad. He'll be disappointed, and honestly, you don't know what you're missing," Rachel said with a twinkle in her eye.

"Are you saying you ...?

"Ummmm, could beeeee," Rachel replied, mimicking Jon Lovitz' Saturday Night Live routine.

"Oh my!" Rachel said. "Girl, we're going to have to talk, but right now I want to take a shower with you. All this talk has made me seriously horny, and you're a very dirty girl in need of a good washing."

The two walked hand in hand to the bathroom and Rachel reached in to start the shower. Kristen came up behind her, grasping the hem of the silky nightie and pulled it up over her head. Rachel raised her arms, twisting in Kristen's arms to kiss her. 

Rachel's hands went to the sash barely holding Kristen's robe together, and loosened the knot. She slipped her hands inside the robe to grasp Kristen's ass. Their breasts pressed together, and each woman could feel the other's nipples grazing across her chest.

Rachel led her into the shower and guided her under the spray. Picking up the shampoo, she lathered her hands and began washing Kristen's short blond hair. The suds streamed down her body, some detouring around her large breasts, others following the curve of her surgically enhanced mounds to her engorged nipples, hanging there briefly before gravity overcame friction, and the bubbles plunged to the shower floor.

Kristen turned her back to Rachel so she could wash her hair, and although Rachel tried her best to focus on the task at hand, she couldn't help but allow her hands to slide down to Kristen's breasts, enjoying the slickness that allowed her to roam freely over her gorgeous tits.

Kristen sighed and leaned back against Rachel, feeling Rachel's own breasts slipping and sliding across her back, her nipples feeling like fingers massaging her lats.

As Kristen rinsed her hair, Rachel dropped to her knees in the shower and arched her head up to gain access to Kristen's sex. Her tongue probed her lips as the water cascaded down Kristen's body. Kristen moaned in pleasure and grabbed hold of Rachel's head so that she could move against the pleasing tongue. Kristen's knees bent slightly, and she arched her pelvis out so that Rachel could probe deeper and deeper. She rode Rachel's tongue like it was a Disneyland attraction.

"This is definitely an e-ticket ride!" she thought.

Rachel slid her right hand between Kristen's legs and used her fingertips to part her lips. Finding Kristen's opening, she gently probed it with her middle finger, sliding it deeper and deeper with each thrust. Her tongue continued to circle Kristen's clit as she finger-fucked her lover.

Kristen's knees were getting weak, and she was afraid she was going to lose her balance and fall in the shower, but Rachel helped hold her up with her other hand.

Kristen's riding became more fervent now as Rachel brought her closer and closer to the brink of orgasm. Rachel curled the finger inside Kristen toward her pubic bone, manipulating that hidden spot and driving Kristen over the edge. Kristen's hands slapped against the shower walls to steady herself, and Rachel's hands grasped her hips to keep her from falling as her tongue continued to trip across Kristen's clit. As Kristen's body ceased its convulsions, Rachel lapped at her slit, slurping noisily the fruit of her labors.

"No more! Kristen gasped. "I can't take any more!" she fought to get her breath, realizing that in a little more than 24 hours, she had cum five (or was it six) times. Her pussy tingled, and as she rubbed her hand over herself, she realized she was a little sore too. 

"That's what you get for being such a horny little slut," she told herself. 

Rachel arose from her knees, grabbing the fluffy and soaping it up so that she could complete her cleansing of Kristen. She managed to be good and only allowed her hands to dilly and dally slightly during the process, finishing with a quick kiss on each of Kristen's nipples.

"There, all better," she said smiling.

Kristen had to agree. She could get used to showers like this.

"My turn," Kristen said.

"My body is yours to do with as you will," Rachel giggled.

Kristen began with Rachel's long hair, massaging her scalp and running her fingers through her long auburn strands. As the shampoo dripped from Rachel's hair, it ran down her back and over her tight buttocks. Kristen moved up closer to her, rubbing her nearly hairless pubic mound around Rachel's ass. Her hands slid down to cup the woman's butt cheeks, pulling them apart slightly, allowing the suds to run down her crevice. She used the finger of her right hand to trace the path of the suds through that crevice, and Rachel jumped as the nail grazed her anus.

Kristen turned her around and began soaping her body, taking the opportunity to pull Rachel close into a passionate kiss. She loved the way their slippery breasts rubbed against each other.

Done with Rachel's front, Kristen spun her around again to do her back.

"Damn, you look good from behind, woman!" Kristen told Rachel.

Rachel shook her butt at Kristen saucily. "So, are you saying you like my booty?"

Smack! Kristen's hand landed on one of those curvaceous soap-covered buns, eliciting a gasp from Rachel.

Before Rachel could recover, Kristen had her hand between Rachel's thighs and was running her finger through her short curly hair. Rachel put her hands against the wall of the shower and spread her legs to give Kristen free rein of her pussy.

Rachel was already wet, Kristen could tell, and she wasted no time slipping a finger all the way up inside her. She pumped it in and out several times hard, drawing groans from Rachel as the finger pummeled her.

Kristen leaned in close to her ear and whispered, "You love being taken from behind, don't you?"

"Yes," Rachel gasped.

"You know what I'm going to do?"

"No ... what?" each of Rachel's words were forced out of her with each inward thrust of Kristen's finger.

"I'm going to go online and buy us a toy."

"What ... kind ... of ... toy?" she asked excitedly.

"The kind I can strap on!" Kristen said. "I want to fuck you the way Mark fucked you last night."

"Oh ... yes!" Rachel cried.

"And you know what else?" Kristen asked, her thumb now circling Rachel's asshole, which was still slick with soap.

"Ughh! ... What?" Rachel asked.

"I might even use it on this tight little hole since you seem to like it so much." With that, Kristen eased her thumb up Rachel's ass so that she had a finger buried in each hole.

Rachel moaned, the slight discomfort outweighed by the excruciating pleasure she was receiving at Kristen's hand.

"So, you like it up your ass, don't you, you dirty little girl?"

"Ugh ... Yeah! Do it! ... Do it too me! ... Fuck me hard!"

Kristen slid her fingers in and out of Rachel with blinding speed. The sound of her hand slapping against Rachel filled the shower. Rachel braced herself against the wall, moaning incoherently as Kristen ravaged her.

"You like it rough, don't you little slut? Cum for me baby! Cum all over my hand! Let me feel you squeeze my fingers!"

Rachel squeezed her thighs together as she came hard. Both holes constricted around the Kristen's fingers, and Kristen felt the woman's hot juices flowing down her hand. It was much hotter than the shower water. 

"Ohhhhh! ... Oh my God! ... Ughhh!" Rachel was almost delirious from the orgasm as Kristen continued to slip her fingers in and out of both orifices, but more gently now. She nuzzled Rachel's neck.

"God that was hot!" she said, and Rachel just nodded, unable to form coherent words.

Kristen pulled her finger from Rachel's cunt, leaving the thumb up her ass. 

"I think your asshole and I are going to become very close," she whispered, and Rachel shuddered at the thought. Kristen pulled her thumb out, and Rachel's ass gaped briefly at the emptiness she now felt. 

The two lovers could have probably stayed that way all day but the hot water was running out, threatening to douse the fire they both felt. They quickly rinsed and shut off the water. Kristen wrapped the still-trembling Rachel in a big towel and dried her before drying herself.

The two had just stepped out of the shower when Kristen's cell phone rang.

She glanced at the caller ID. It was Jason.

Her heart fluttered. What would she tell him?

"Hello?" she answered.

To be continued.



The Awakening of Kristen Ch. 05



With trepidation, Kristen stared at her cell phone. The caller ID indicated the call was from her husband, Jason, who was out of town on business. He would return tomorrow.

Kristen's concern about answering the call had nothing to do with her love for Jason and everything to do with the fact that she was, at the moment, standing naked in Rachel's bathroom. That, in and of itself, wouldn't have mattered if Rachel hadn't been standing naked right next to her, still recovering from an intense orgasm brought about by Kristen's fingers buried deep in her pussy and ass.

The two women had discovered a passion that neither had realized during a night in which they engaged in their first Sapphic experience, and while they were both exhilarated by their coupling, Kristen wasn't sure how or if she was going to break the news to her husband.

"Hello?" Kristen answered.

"Hey, gorgeous! How's it going? Jason asked.

"Great, baby." Kristen said. "Where are you?"

"Good news! I'm at the airport. I'm coming home a day early because we finished up on site, and I was able to get a standby seat. I'll be home at 2 p.m."

"Great." Kristen said again, but her voice lacked its usual enthusiasm.

"Are you OK, honey?" Jason asked. 

Rachel came up behind Kristen and slipped her arms around her friend for support.

"Sure, baby, I'm just a little ... distracted this morning," she said, feeling Rachel's hand travel down her stomach to slip between her legs. "I can't wait to see you," she managed to say without moaning.

"Me too," Jason said. "Will you pick me up from the airport?"

"No, I thought I'd make you walk home," she joked.

"Man, I guess the romance is gone. You can sure tell we've been married a long time," he pouted. 

Kristen laughed. "Oh, quit whining you big baby. You know I'll be there with bells on."

"That's a little more than I was hoping you'd be wearing," Jason replied.

"What's a matter baby? Did you miss me?" Kristen asked playfully. "Do you neeeed me?"

"Let's just say it's been hard without you," Jason teased. 

"Well, I'll see if I can't soften you up when you get home," she said.

"OK, I'll see you at 2. I love you, Kristen." 

"I love you too."

Kristen disconnected from the call and leaned back into Rachel, who still had her arms around her. 

"It's going to be OK," Rachel promised.

"I hope you're right," Kristen said distantly.

***

Kristen put on a colorful sundress that came halfway to her knees and checked her look one more time in the mirror. She had to hurry; she didn't want to be late getting to the airport. She hated it when Jason had to wait for her when he arrived home.

She and Marley, their golden retriever, bounded out to her Camry and hopped in. 

Marley, named after legendary reggae singer Bob Marley, was almost as excited as Kristen to see Jason.

She lowered the window in the back so Marley could hang his head out the window, tuned into Radio Margaritaville on her Sirius satellite radio and backed out of the driveway.

Jimmy Buffett was singing about his "bank of bad habits," which reminded her of Rachel's steamy recounting of the sex she and Mark, her banker boyfriend, had had a couple of days ago. Rachel had mentioned that Mark had left a large "deposit" in her bank of bad habits. It didn't take any imagination at all to know what she was talking about.

"Ummm" Kristen thought. "I am glad Jason's coming home."

Her sexual encounter with Rachel, as satisfying as it had been, couldn't replace the feeling of a big hard cock between her legs. 

Marley's ears flapped in the wind, and his tongue hung out the side of his mouth. His nose sniffed a mile a minute. Kristen laughed at the sight. She never understood why dogs loved to ride with their faces out the window.

"Hang on, boy," she said. "We're going to pick up your daddy right now."

Kristen pulled into the airport arrival area and parked the car next to the curb. Fortunately, they lived in a town where the airport was fairly small, so you could get away with parking at the curb despite heightened security.

She waited in the car for Jason, not wanting to leave Marley by himself and knowing that she'd never pass the rambunctious golden retriever off as a Seeing-Eye Dog in the airport.

She watched as a group of people started filtering down to the baggage claim area and spotted Jason toting his computer bag. At 6'3, he was taller than most of those around him, so he was easy to spot.

He moved gracefully through the crowd, his fit body attesting to his regular exercise regimen and the fact he tried to play tennis three or four times a week. At 45, Jason no longer had the sculpted physique of young men half his age, but Kristen had no complaints.

She got out of the car, leaving Marley to hang his head dejectedly out the window. He whimpered as she left him behind. 

"Don't worry, boy. I'll be right back."

Jason saw his beautiful wife approaching and grinned.

"Want some candy, little girl?" he winked.

"No, but I'd like to fuck you, old man," Kristen responded, taking her husband in her arms. She leaned in to kiss him quickly, but that wasn't good enough for Jason. He pulled her back and kissed her deeply. Kristen resisted, uncomfortable with the public display of affection.

"Jason!" she said, chastising him for his lack of decorum.

"Hey, can I help it if I missed you?"

"Well, you can wait until we get home," she said.

They picked up his bag and headed for the car. As soon as Marley saw his best friend, his powerful tail wagged back and forth whacking the front and back seats.

"Marley! Hi Buddy, did you miss me?"

Marley licked his master's face.

"Good boy! I missed you too," Jason said. "See, he's not afraid to kiss me in public," he said to Kristen.

"Yea?" Kristen said, "Well, he licks his own balls, too."

"That's because he can," Jason said laughing, and Kristen joined in.

As they drove home, catching up on the week, Jason rested his hand on his wife's well-toned thigh, letting his fingers dance on the inside of her leg. 

Once home, Jason took Kristen in his arms again. "Now can I kiss you?" he asked.

"You'd better!" she said, wrapping her hands around his head and pulling him to her lips. Marley kept sticking his snout between the two, trying to break them up, wanting all of the attention for himself.

"Marley! Stop it!" Kristen nudged him out of the way with her knee and went back to kissing Jason as his hands moved down her back to her ass. He lifted the hem of her short dress, caressing her panty-clad buttocks.

Jason lifted her in his arms and carried her to the bedroom, laying her gently on the bed. She watched as he removed his shirt and climbed on the bed between her legs. 

Marley collapsed at the foot of the bed with loud sigh, and both humans laughed at his pathetic display.

"Don't worry boy, Daddy just needs a little quality time with mommy. We'll go for a walk later."

He turned back to his prone wife and locked his gaze on his prize.

Kristen knew what was coming — and it was going to be her. If there was one thing Jason loved to do, it was eat her. His hands moved up her legs, parting them and pushing back to open her up, and she laid her head back to await the pleasure she knew would come.

Jason's hands caught on the edge of her dress as they continued upward, revealing the lacy panties that Kristen had chosen especially for this purpose. Jason groaned at the sight of her spread open, offering herself to him. 

She could feel the heat of his breath on her pussy, even through her panties, and it made her even hotter. His tongue snaked out of his mouth and traced the outline of her lips through the soft silk. She flinched at the touch and then sighed.

His hands gripped her thighs, pushing them even wider, as his tongue ran up along the edge of her panties, slipping under the band and back out again. Unable to bear his teasing any longer, Kristen grasped the panties and pushed them down, pulling her legs up in the air so that she could remove them. If she had been open before, this new position, with her legs in the air, gave Jason a new level of access to her most private areas. 

He placed his hands on the back of her thighs, pushing her legs toward her chest and granting himself unfettered freedom to explore her cunt. 

She was wet, as his tongue quickly confirmed, and he used it to part her lips and find the hard little nub at the top of her slit. He teased it and nipped at it before moving back down toward her vagina, playfully fucking her with his tongue. 

Kristen grabbed her legs behind her knees to hold herself open for her amazing lover, and he used his free hand to circle her opening with his finger as he circled her clit with his tongue. She rocked back and forth against his face.

"Put your finger in me!" she demanded, and like a good husband, he did what he was told. He slowly inserted his middle finger into her sopping cunt, her juices making the entry easy. He added a second finger, and she grunted at his manipulation of her tender passage.

"Please fuck me, baby! Give it to me now. I've needed it so badly all week!"

Jason gave her a final lick and reared up to remove his pants. She could tell from the bulge in his underwear that he was hard, and the visible wet spot on the front of his shorts told her that he was primed and ready.

He slipped between her legs and she reached down to grasp his cock, reveling in how hard it was. He groaned at her touch and again as she rubbed the head up and down her wet slit, coating the intruder with her juice and preparing it to pummel her.

She teased herself with her boy toy and then set the big head at the entrance to her cunt. Jason eased forward slightly, the head popping into her, eliciting a moan from both of them. Kristen reached around to grasp his ass and pull him into her.

Inch by inch he slid into her until he was buried as deep as he could get, and his balls were nestled against her anus. Her dress was bunched up around her hips, and Jason kissed down the V of her dress between her breasts. Kristen responded by pulling the straps of the dress over her shoulders and off her arms to bare her big titties with their hard nipples. 

Jason latched onto her left nipple as he began pistoning in and out of her. He knew he wouldn't be able to last. He'd been away from this juicy slut for too long.

Kristen wrapped her long legs around his back and used them to leverage herself against her rutting husband. They both grunted and groaned with effort as they drove each other to climax.

Kristen reached hers first, and she bucked up and down on the hard shaft inside her, flooding it with new lubrication. Seeing his wife in the throws of orgasm was too much for Jason, and he filled her with a week's worth of his milky cum, pumping it into her wide-open hole in powerful spurts. 

He collapsed on top of her, gasping for breath, their hearts pounding as aftershocks caused him to make a few small final thrusts into her wet orifice. 

He pulled out of her, leaving her feeling very open, and collapsed beside her. His hot breath tickled her neck. They fell asleep intertwined with her ravaged pussy leaking his hot cum and soaking the sheets.

***

They awoke an hour or so later, and Jason reached over to caress her breast and kiss her ear. Kristen reached down between his legs and took his cock into her hands, moving up and down the shaft gently, enjoying the feeling of it growing.

"Jason ...?" she said with trepidation as she continued to arouse him.

"There's something I have to tell you."

To be continued...



The Awakening of Kristen Ch. 06



"Jason ... there's something I have to tell you," Kristen said, continuing to stroke his cock as she rolled over to face him. She kissed his lips gently and caressed his hair with her free hand.

Jason moaned slightly at the touch of her hand.

"What is it, Babe?" he asked only half paying attention.

"Something happened this weekend, and I'm not sure how to tell you about it."

The tone in her voice caught Jason's attention, and he struggled to focus on what she was saying, and not on the delightful way her fingers were dragging across his balls. She cupped them in her hand, enjoying their weight. She tugged gently on them. 

"I'm ... umm ... listening," he said, drifting back into pleasureland.

"OK, but you have to let me tell the whole story before you interrupt, and I just want to stress right up front that I love you more than anything else in the world."

That got Jason's attention, and his cock deflated slightly despite her attention.

"What's going on, Honey?" 

Kristen began telling how she had awoken the night before last in an excited state and had hoped to have a mutual masturbation session with him via video chat.

"Damn, I wish I'd been online!" he responded.

Kristen playfully shoved him. 

"Me, too! But in your absence, I decided to read a story and get myself off all by my lonesome," she said, referring to the erotic literature on Literotica.com.

"Damn, this story is getting better and better, you naughty girl!" Jason said.

"You have no idea!" Kristen replied.

"Anyway, right after I finished my little self-exploration, I received a video chat invitation. I thought it was you, but it turned out to be Rachel."

"How is Rachel? We need to get together with her and Mark," Jason said. Rachel was Kristen's best friend. They had met when Rachel was a personal fitness trainer back when Kristen was dramatically overweight, a fact belied by the lean, hard body she now sported.

"Would you let me tell this story?" Kristen asked, noticing that Jason's big dick was back at full strength.

"Rachel had just finished a steamy date with Mark, and she told me all the juicy details — how he had brought her to orgasm in the restaurant; how she had then teased him while they ate; and how Mark had taken her hard from behind as soon as they walked into the door."

"Damn," Jason said. "I would have loved to have seen that," picturing Rachel bracing herself against the wall while Mark rammed his cock into her, slapping her ass with his groin.

"What did you think about her telling you all that?"

"Well ... ," Kristen stammered. "It really turned me on."

"I can imagine," Jason said, more than a little turned on himself.

"No, I mean it really turned me on ... as in, I started touching myself while she was telling the story."

"Well, that's no so bad," Jason said.

"Wait, there's more. I didn't just casually touch myself. I really got into it. So into it, in fact, that I came while Rachel was telling me the story."

"You what!" Jason exclaimed. "I thought you said it was a video chat."

"It was," Kristen replied sheepishly.

"You masturbated during a video chat with Rachel?" he asked incredulously. "Did she know what you were doing?

"Ummm, it was a little hard for her not to."

"Holy shit!" Jason said. "That is totally fucking hot. I can't believe you did that. What did she say?"

"It was hot, but I was mortified by what I had done. I was so embarrassed, but Rachel was totally cool. She said she knew what I was doing and that it excited her a lot."

"I knew I liked that girl," Jason said wolfishly. His cock was starting to leak pre-cum as he imagined his wife masturbating herself while her best friend talked about getting fucked royally by her boyfriend. "Damn!" He wished he had been there to see that little exchange.

Jason's cock was about to exploded, and he rolled Kristen onto her stomach and sat astride her legs, his hard cock resting on the crack of her ass.

"What happened next?" he asked, as he leaned down, pulling the cheeks of her tight ass apart and allowing a string of spittle to drip into that dark crevice. Kristen felt the warm spit trickle down her crack, and Jason spread it around with his cock, getting her all nice and slippery back there.

He slid his cock up and down her crack, rubbing it across her asshole. Kristen wasn't into anal sex, but she liked the feel of his hard cock rubbing her tender orifice. She knew that Jason really wanted to take her "that way," but she was afraid of the pain. Their past efforts at butt-fucking had been rather clumsy and less than satisfying. 

Kristen moaned into the pillow as he pushed the head of his cock lower to her cunt and slid the head up and down her slit to lubricate it even more before slipping it into her wet hole.

Jason reveled in the feel of the warm cocoon enveloping his turgid member. He loved fucking her this way. She had a beautiful ass, and while most men probably wouldn't classify a woman's back as sexy, Jason loved the way Kristen's well-toned muscles rippled as she grasped the sheets in reaction to his rutting.

"I ... haven't ... even ... gotten ... to ... the ... best ... part," she managed to get out between hard thrusts.

"You're kidding!" Jason said. How could the story get that much better? But, he slowed his thrusting, moving in and out with deep practiced strokes and allowed Kristen to continue.

"Rachel invited me over to dinner. We chatted for a while, but neither of us brought up what had happened during the video chat. As we sat down to eat, though, something came over me, and I had to tell her how I felt."

Jason paused his gentle thrusts, his cock buried deep inside his wife, realizing that she was approaching the real point of the story.

"What do you mean, 'How you felt'?" he asked.

"Jason, you know how we've talked about bringing another woman into our sex life? I've thought about that a lot lately, and I realized that the idea excited me. Not only that, I realized that if I was going to be intimate with a woman, then that woman would be Rachel. Not only do I think she's totally hot, but I love her too."

A light was starting to go on in Jason's head.

"I told Rachel how I was attracted to her. That I had wondered what it would be like to be with a woman -- to be with her. I couldn't believe I said it, but I did. When that realization hit me, I was totally embarrassed and tried to get out of there, but Rachel stopped me. She took me in her arms and held me as I cried, kissing my hair and the tears streaming down my face."

Jason was breathing harder now. He knew where this was going.

"What happened next? he whispered, feeling like his cock might explode without him even moving.

"We kissed."

"And ..."

"We kissed some more."

"And ..."

"The next thing I know, she was kissing my neck and her hand was cupping my breast. Her leg was between mine, rubbing against me and driving me wild. She told me she wanted to make love to me."

"Did she?"

"Please don't be mad at me, Baby. It just felt so good, and I wanted it so bad!"

Jason couldn't stand it any more. The vision in his mind's eye of Rachel ravishing his beautiful wife was too incredible. His cock started spewing inside her, and he slammed it in a few times as he convulsed on her back. 

"Ugghhhhh! O my God," he panted, each hard thrust spaced just a little further apart as his orgasm subsided. He collapsed on her back, panting hard. She felt the shudders pass through him as he gasped for breath, and she let him come down from the high before she spoke again.

"Does that mean you aren't mad at me? she asked tentatively.

"Oh my God, Kristen" he said. "That's the fucking hottest thing I've ever heard. The idea of you fucking Rachel is a total turn on. I wish I could have watched every second!"

"You know I still love you, right?" she asked. "This doesn't change that one single bit."

"I know that, Babe," he said, leaning over her shoulder as she turned her face up to kiss him passionately, or at least as passionately as you can kiss from that angle.

"Damn, I'm going to be able to jerk off to that vision for months," he said chuckling.

"Would you like me to tell you the details," she asked hesitantly. "Do you want to know what we did? Do you want to know what Rachel and I will be doing when you're so far away neglecting me?" she teased.

She felt his cock twitch inside her. Even though he had only cum moments ago, he was already getting hard again. "Damn!" Kristen thought, "this is better than Viagra," knowing that she was about to get fucked for the third time in less than two hours.

"Oh yeah, Baby! Tell me what you two little vixens did while I was away."

"Rachel took me into her bedroom. She lit some candles and put on Paula Cole's 'Feelin' Love.'"

"Ooooh. Did it feel like the Amazon was running between your thighs?" Jason asked, quoting a line from that very nasty song.

"That's putting it mildly! She took off my shirt and blue-jean skirt, so I was standing there in just my thong and bra."

"Oh, man, I love that blue-jean miniskirt. I want you to wear that the next time we go out, but without the panties."

"Hmmmm. I think I could stand that," Kristen said, wondering what was getting into her. She used to be pretty reserved when it came to sex, but now that she had taken a walk on the wild side, she realized she liked it — a lot. She continued the story, as she felt Jason rise up to his knees behind her so that he could control his thrusting better.

"I then took over and stripped Rachel's dress off of her. She wasn't wearing anything underneath. We kissed some, but I had to have more. I don't know what possessed me. Normally, I'm not the aggressive one in bed, as you well know, but I took control and kissed my way down her body, taking a detour to suck on her breasts."

"Is she as hot naked as she is with clothes on?" Jason asked, reaching down to slide his hands over her beautiful ass as he pumped his dick in and out of her.

"You have no fucking idea," Kristen said earnestly. 

"I'd like to find out," he said grunting with each thrust.

"You may get your wish, but I'll tell you more about that later." It was getting harder and harder for Kristen to tell her story. She had to admit that retelling the adventure was making her pussy sing, and as Jason continued to deep-shaft her, she wondered if she'd get through it before she came.

"I kissed down her stomach and then crawled between her legs. I wasn't sure what to do, so I started to gently kiss her the way you do to me. I was afraid I wouldn't like the taste, but I needn't have worried. I now know why you like eating my pussy so much."

"So ... you ... liked ... eating ... her... pussy, ...?" Jason asked, punctuating each word with a hard thrust into her.

"Yes!" Kristen screamed.

"You are such a nasty girl," Jason said, pulling the cheeks of her ass apart and letting another string of spittle drop right on her tight little asshole. He used his thumb to circle her anus, rubbing the spit in and pushing slightly into her hole as he continued to drive his cock into her cunt.

"No," she said, reaching back to grasp her hand. She was still wary of anal penetration, even by his finger.

Jason slapped her hand away. "Put your hands back on the headboard, bitch. If you can eat a woman's pussy, then you're nasty enough to take my thumb up your ass."

Kristen complied. The truth of the matter was that she liked submitting to Jason. She knew he would never hurt her, and she liked it when he took control. She grabbed the headboard with both hands as she felt him ease his thumb past her sphincter. 

"Ugggh," she groaned at the mild discomfort she felt. "Please, baby, use some KY."

Jason leaned over to the bedside table and rummaged around in the drawer until he found the lubricant. He pulled his thumb from her ass and squirted a big blob right on her butthole. She flinched as the cold gel came into contact with that very sensitive area. He coated his thumb with some more lube and pried her cheeks apart again.

This time, his thumb slipped in easily, and with a few gradually deepening thrusts, he had it buried up her rectum. He could feel it rubbing against his cock through the thin wall that separated her colon from her vagina. It felt incredible.

"Did you make her cum with your sweet little tongue?" he asked.

"Yes ... she came like a storm. I thought I was riding a bucking bronco! Afterward, we fell asleep. In the morning, I was having a wonderful dream, and I woke up as I was overcome by an orgasm. When I finally calmed down, she was between my legs, her face coated in my juices."

"It was incredible, but we weren't done yet." Kristen didn't think she could take much more. After the brief discomfort, she was finding that she liked the stimulation her ass was receiving in conjunction with the fucking her well-used cunt was getting.

"We took a shower together, soaping each other up and sliding our slick bodies together. She dropped to her knees in the shower and tongue-fucked me to orgasm."

Jason was banging into her hard now, and his thumb was ramming in and out of her ass. She grunted from the ravishing she was getting.

"Did ... you ... do ... her ... again?" he asked.

"I pushed her against the wall, and thrust my finger up her pussy. I started fucking her, telling her that I wanted to buy a strap-on dildo so I could fuck her with it. At the same time, I pushed my thumb up her ass, so I was finger-fucking both her holes."

"Oh, so you can dish it out but you can't take it, huh?" Jason teased.

"I'm ... taking ... it ... you ... bastard!" Kristen said, thrusting her hips upward to take both probes even deeper.

"She likes it up the ass!" 

"Ohhhh God!!" Jason cried. "She's into anal too!" Jason would give anything to take Kristen that way.

"Yes! She loves it! She says it's unbelievable."

"God, Kristen! I wish we could do that, Baby," he said, feeling the fluid begin to build in his balls.

"Hmmm," Kristen said as she thought of opening up her back passage to her lover. She continued to push up with her hips, seeing him sliding his cock up her ass in her mind's eye. She imagined that the thumb that was still pumping in and out of him was his long, hard dick. That thought put her over the top. 

"If ... you ... want ... to ... ugghhhh!" The orgasm caused her to convulse, ramming her hips up into his groin. The action drove his cock into her to the hilt and his thumb couldn't go any further up her ass. He felt her tight ass muscles clinch around his probing digit, and her cunt milked his cock. 

The realization that she had just agreed to fulfill his fantasy was enough to suck the remaining cum out of his already depleted balls, but the fact that very little fluid came out did little to reduce the convulsions that constricted his body.

They were both drenched in sweat as they allowed their heartbeats to return to normal. Jason eased his thumb from her backside, and she felt the momentary emptiness from her ravaged ass. His penis slipped out of her as it shrunk and was followed by a trickle of milky liquid that drained from her very sore pussy.

Jason flopped onto his back, still breathing hard.

Kristen rolled on her side and looked at her husband with love. He had not only accepted her, but he had awakened a desire to explore new things — a willingness to try things that scared her just a little.

She looked down at his shriveled penis, slick and shiny with their combined juices. 

While Kristen didn't mind sucking cock, she wouldn't let Mark cum in her mouth. She had never liked the taste. She knew that her unwillingness to do that was a source of disappointment to him, but she had never been able to get past the taste.

So, she didn't know what prompted her at that moment to lean down and take him in her mouth. She licked the tip of his penis with her tongue, swiping the small drop of fluid that seeped from his hole. 

The groan he let out encouraged her, and she opened wide to take him entirely in her mouth. He was completely soft, and she could taste their mingled juices. Yes, there was still the bitterness, but she let it pass and reveled at the amazing feeling of his soft cock in her mouth.

She realized that every other time she had sucked his cock, he was hard as a rock. This softness was a new sensation, and it was very erotic. Jason continued to moan, and put his hand in her hair, stroking it as she continued to suck him, gently swirling her tongue all around it. She licked and sucked until he was completely clean.

She let his organ slip from her mouth and moved up along side of him as he wrapped his arms around her.

"That was wonderful," he said, kissing her and allowing his tongue to enter her mouth, tasting the varied flavors of their lovemaking. "Your mouth felt like a warm cocoon. I could get used to that treatment."

Kristen licked her lips, realizing that the slight distaste of his cum now seemed insignificant compared to the closeness she now felt and the appreciation she saw in his eyes.

"M'Lord, my mouth and my pussy are yours to do with as you please," she joked.

"And M'Lady's ass? he asked, continuing the game.

A shudder went through her.

"Aye ... if M'Lord wishes ... to use it."

To be continued...



The Awakening of Kristen Ch. 07



Kristen reached over and hit the button to activate the speakerphone next to the bed.

"Hi, Babe, whatcha doing?" her husband Jason asked. He was out of town on business, and he missed his beautiful wife.

"Well," Kristen answered, "right now, I'm on my knees with my ass in the air, and I've got a strap-on dildo buried in my pussy."

"Rachel, what are you doing to my wife?" Jason asked the woman, who at the moment was hunched over Kristen's back gently thrusting her fake cock into her best friend's hungry pussy. "You'd better not be wearing her out. I've got plans for that hole as soon as I get home tomorrow."

"I hate to tell you this, Jason," Rachel said, picking up the pace of her thrusting, "but when I get done with your horny wife, she's going to walking funny. You'd better plan on using another hole."

"Hmmm," he said. "I've got a couple of possibilities in mind."

Kristen shuddered as they carried on a discussion as if she weren't there. The talk of her husband using an orifice other than her pussy to pleasure himself sent a shiver through her body. Until recently, Kristen had adamantly refused to allow Jason to fuck her "back there," and her distaste for the flavor of cum was hard for Jason to swallow. But lately, she had started taking a walk on the wild side, as evidenced by her current position in the center of the bed.

A couple of weeks ago, she and Rachel had discovered a mutual passion for each other, and they had been exploring their bisexual tendencies ever since. Kristen had been hesitant to tell her husband, but Jason reacted like most men would, he got totally excited and ended up fucking Kristen twice as she told him all the details of her lesbian coupling.

The timing of his call might have seemed a little too fortuitous, but Kristen was in no state to consider the possibility that Rachel had text-messaged Jason about her plans for his lovely wife. His call was anything but a coincidence.

"Oh Jason, if you were here right now, I'd have your cock buried in my mouth while Rachel fucked me from behind," Kristen said, figuring that she might as well let her husband get some enjoyment out of the situation.

"Oh God, I'd love that!" Jason said. 

"Baby, I want you to strip down for me. I want to know you're naked and stroking your big hard cock. I want you to listen as Rachel fucks me good. Will you do that for me?"

"Yeah, Jason, why don't you join us for a phone threesome?" Rachel asked.

Through the speakerphone, they could hear a zipper coming down and the sound of clothing rustling as Jason stripped. The squeak of the bed indicated that he was making himself more comfortable to enjoy the action. With the phone pressed to his left ear, he grabbed a bottle of baby oil next to the bed and lubricated his hard cock with it.

"Ladies, I wish you could see how hard I am."

"Are you lying on the bed?" Kristen asked.

"Yes."

"Are you stroking yourself?" Rachel inquired.

"Yes."

"Baby, I want you to imagine that you're lying propped in bed, and I'm in between your legs. I'm on my knees, but my head is buried in your lap. Rachel is behind me. She's wearing a big black strap-on cock, and while my head is bobbing up and down on your cock, she's thrusting in and out of my sopping pussy."

Jason closed his eyes, and he could see it in his mind's eye. He squeezed his fist tight around his cock, pulling on it hard. Given the setting and the slipperiness of the baby oil, he could almost believe that it was Kristen's mouth on his penis, and not just his hand.

"Jason, look into my eyes as I fuck your wife. See how my tits bounce as I pound into her? God, I wish I could feel your mouth on my breasts. Would you like that?"

Jason groaned. "Rachel, you can't imagine all of the things I'd like to do with you."

"You'll have to talk to your sweet wife about that, baby. I'm not sure she's willing to share you."

"Oooh," Kristen said. "And who's going to take care of me while you two fuck like bunnies?"

"Maybe we need to conference in Mark," Jason said, speaking of Rachel's boyfriend.

"Too bad he's working late," Rachel said. "But I bet he can be persuaded to join in the fun at some point in the future."

"Jason, do you want to cum in my mouth?" Kristen asked, returning the talk to the moment at hand.

"You know I do, baby!"

"Well, now I'm licking down your cock toward your balls. I'm licking your balls, lifting each one with my tongue. Now I'm taking one in my mouth. I sure am glad you shave down there," she said.

"Oooh, kinky!" Rachel chimed in. "I like that. I hate hairy balls."

"Reach down with your other hand and grab your balls for me, baby. Tug on them like it's my mouth. Do you like it when I suck your balls?"

"Oh Kristen, it feels so amazing."

"I'm kissing my way back up to the tip of your cock. There's a drop of clear fluid right at the tip. I'm looking you right in the eyes as I extend my tongue and swipe the drop away with just the tip. I swallow the drop, and I'm licking my lips for more."

Rachel continued to pump into Kristen as she raised her right hand and brought it down hard on Kristen's ass, eliciting a yelp from the woman. 

"Did you hear that, Jason?" Rachel asked. "That was me slapping your wife's hot ass. Did you know she liked to be spanked?" Another smack could be heard through the phone connection, followed by a moan from Kristen.

"God her ass is so hot. You know what else I like to do?"

"No," Jason replied hoarsely. 

"I like to lick right between those cheeks and tongue-fuck her tight little butthole."

"Oh Kristen, you'd better put your mouth back on my cock, baby, because I'm about to cum. Do you like it when Rachel does that?"

"Hmmm, almost as much as I like it when you do it, baby. Now, I'm going to swallow you baby, so I won't be able to talk. Rachel will have to tell you what I'm doing."

"Oh, that's it honey. Go down on him. Take him deep in your mouth. Can you feel that Jason? Can you feel her tongue swirl around that sensitive spot just under head? Do you like that? Mark sure does when I suck him."

"Ahhhh," Jason said. "Do it baby. Suck me. I'm grabbing your head, putting my fingers in your hair. Can you feel me thrusting into your mouth?"

Kristen, whose face was now buried in the pillow as Rachel ravaged her, mumbled a reply, and to Jason it sounded almost like she really did have his cock in her mouth.

"Rachel, are you getting off fucking my wife?"

"Yeah, baby. This strap-on has a little vibrating penis that's inside me, so while I'm fucking her, I'm fucking myself at the same time, and based on the way our baby is moaning, I think she's close to cumming."

"That's it, Kristen. Take it — in your mouth and in your cunt. Come on, you little tramp. I can hear Rachel ramming into you. Pump my cock with your hand as you suck it."

"Yeah, Kristen, and stick your finger in his ass. I bet he likes that."

"Oh yeah. You do that baby, and I'll fill your mouth with my hot cum."

Kristen's orgasm started at the same time that Jason felt his balls constrict, the indicator that he was about to spew. 

"Here it comes baby. Get ready to swallow," but all he heard in reply was Kristen screaming out in orgasm and the sound of the bed creaking as Rachel continued to pound into her. Rachel reached around to grab Kristen's enhanced breasts, taking both nipples between her fingers and thumbs and pinching them as she fucked her friend throughout her orgasm. The sight of her lover bucking beneath her was too much, and she gave into her own contractions, ramming the dildo full hilt, using Kristen's hips to hold her firmly wedged into her crotch. She finally collapsed on Kristen's back, crushing her breasts as she wrapped her arms around her lover.

Jason's fist was a blur as he pounded his meat. Both women could hear the squishy sounds of his oiled fist beating against his groin.

"Ugghhhh, ahhhhhh," Jason groaned as a shot of sperm leapt out of his turgid cock and landed on his chest. Another blast followed the first, but this one missed him entirely, landing instead on the hotel bedspread. By the third spurt, the cum rolled down the head of his cock like lava, spilling over the side, adding more lubricant to his still pumping fist. 

"Oh, God, that was hot," he said. "I'm covered in my own cum. You two are fucking amazing."

"I wish I were there to lick it all off you," Kristen said, and Rachel added her own yummy sound in agreement.

Rachel backed the rubber cock out of Kristen and gazed down at the red, inflamed lips surrounding her vagina. Leaning down, she extended her tongue and lightly licked Kristen's delightfully tortured pussy. 

"Baby, I love you. I can't wait for you to get home," Kristen said. 

"Me too," Rachel thought, but didn't say out loud, continuing to lightly lick Kristen's well-used hole.

"I love you both," Jason said. "Thank you for an amazing evening. Babe, I'll see you tomorrow afternoon."

Kristen flinched as Rachel's tongue hit a sensitive spot. Rachel may have been right. Her pussy might be too sore to accommodate Jason's big cock. What would she do? Well, she had a couple of possibilities in mind.

To be continued...



The Awakening of Kristen Ch. 08



"I think we should do it," Mark said. "Come on, you know you guys want to."

Jason looked at Kristen eagerly and nodded.

"Are you sure you want to?" she asked Jason. "I've never done that before, and I have to admit, I'm a little bit nervous. Do you think it's safe?"

"Kristen," Rachel said, "we've talked about this. You're going to love it, and it will be totally hot."

The four friends were having dinner at a local bistro. Rachel and Kristen were best friends, and Jason and Mark were quickly becoming that way. The two men shared a lot in common, not the least of which was an appreciation for beautiful women.

Jason's wife, Kristen, was stunning. Her tall, muscular body, replete with surgically enhanced breasts, belied the fact that at one time, she had been seriously overweight. Her short, spiky hair and sea-green eyes gave her a mischievous appearance. Rachel, by contrast, looked quite a lot like Jennifer Aniston. She had straight auburn hair and a killer body. As Kristen's former personal trainer, she had a lot to do with her friend's toned appearance.

Mark and Jason were both attractive men. Jason, at a little over 6'2" was very athletic, and you would never guess he was 45. Only the slightest touch of gray indicated that he wasn't 10 years younger. Mark had the lean hard body of a cyclist, which he was. He routinely put 20-30 miles on his bike a day and competed in a number of iron-man events.

The four had gotten together to talk about a topic that had been on each of their minds for quite awhile.

Kristen was the only holdout. 

"Are you sure we want to try this?" she asked again. "I've heard that people sometimes feel differently afterward ... and I don't want to do anything to jeopardize our friendship."

"Jeez, Kristen," Mark said. "You'd think we were talking about having a foursome or something. It's just a sailing trip for crying out loud."

"I know," Kristen protested, "but sometimes friends spend too much time with each other, and I couldn't stand it if we stopped hanging out together."

Rachel leaned over to her beautiful friend and put her hand on her thigh. She allowed her fingers to slide up the inside of her leg, bringing Kristen's rather short skirt with it. Kristen colored slightly at the liberty her friend took with her body, but it wasn't like she hadn't done a lot more.

"Baby, this trip is only going to make our friendship stronger. Trust me."

The two men watched the women, and although they couldn't actually see Rachel's hand on the inside of Kristen's thigh, they knew it was there, and the realization gave them both hard-ons. Mark looked and Jason. Jason looked at Mark. They gave each other shit-eating grins. 

They were both thinking the same thing.

"How totally fucking hot was it to have two gorgeous women who were not only into their men, but also into each other."

The group had been talking about taking a weeklong sailing trip together to the Caribbean. Mark was a master seaman, having grown up spending his summers in the Hamptons and winters in Palm Beach. His banking family owned multimillion-dollar mansions in both places. Mark, who was worth millions, came by his money the really old-fashioned way — he inherited it, or at least the first $10 million. The fact that he had increased that to $110 million in the past 20 years attested to the fact that he wasn't just a spoiled little rich kid. 

The best thing about Mark, though, was that he didn't act like a multimillionaire. Sure, he wore impeccable clothing, and he did drive a nice Beamer, but he was really down to earth. At least, as down to earth as you can be when you have your own corporate jet and a 40-foot ketch. 

OK, so Mark was filthy stinking rich, but Kristen and Jason didn't hold that against him. Heck, they wouldn't have minded being filthy stinking rich too.

Rachel didn't even know he had money until he agreed to put her through cooking school, just a few short weeks after they started dating. Granted, they'd spent every night of those two weeks together, but it was still an unbelievably generous offer, and it fulfilled a lifelong dream of hers. Mark had already offered to set her up with her own restaurant when she graduated, but she told him she wanted to work for someone else for awhile to really learn the ropes.

"Alright," Kristen said. "I'm in, if for no other reason than it gives me a good excuse to buy a new bikini."

"Yes!" Mark said, pumping his fist in the air. "Then it's all set. We'll take off a week from Saturday and fly to the Keys. The boat will be provisioned before we get there, so we can set sail as soon as we get our gear stowed." "I'm looking forward to the private jet," Jason said. "Hey, Kristen, maybe we can join the mile-high club," he said winking.

Kristen blushed again, and Rachel and Mark laughed. "Everybody has to do it at least once," Mark said.

"You mean you and Rachel have done it?" Kristen asked.

"Uhhh, yeaaah," Rachel replied as if Kristen had asked the dumbest question in the world. "Of course. When I found out he had his own jet, I told him he had to take me up in it so I could fuck his brains out," she laughed.

"Mark, I bet that baby has gotten you laid a lot," Jason said enviously. 

Mark looked slightly uncomfortable. As a very rich, very good-looking man, he was considered one of America's most eligible bachelors, and it's safe to say that he hadn't been leading a monk's life before he met Rachel, but now that he had, he was off the market.

Rachel saw her boyfriend's discomfort at the question, and reached over into his lap to give his cock a reassuring squeeze. 

"Don't worry, Baby, I know you used to be a bad boy. Why do you think I love you so much?"

Jason was feeling slightly left out.

"Hey, everybody's getting felt up around here but me," he pouted.

"Poor baby," Kristen cooed, reaching over to take his package into her hand. "Is this what you wanted?"

"Uggh, yeah," Jason said, surprised at his wife's forwardness in public in front of friends, but Kristen had definitely changed over the past few weeks. It was as if she had awoken into a new sexual reality — one that included a bisexual relationship with Rachel and a renewed willingness to try "new things" with Jason.

The group continued to discuss their upcoming trip and how great it was going to be. They settled into an easy camaraderie of friends who had been together their whole lives, yet, under the surface, there was a sexual tension that all of them felt.

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Kristen licked the cum from her lips as she climbed up beside Jason and kissed him deeply. He could taste himself on her tongue, but he didn't mind. He couldn't believe that his wife had just blown him. 

Sure, she's sucked his cock before, but she would never let him cum in her mouth because she didn't like the taste. She had attacked his cock as soon as they had returned from dinner, both keyed up by the aura of sex that permeated their night with Mark and Rachel.

"My God, that was incredible!" Jason said holding her tightly. "Thank you!"

Kristen giggled. "No, thank you!"

"What's gotten in to you?" he asked. "Not that I'm complaining, but you were never willing to do that before."

"I know," she said, "but I also know how much you have wanted me to, so I did it for you. I admit it's not my favorite flavor. I'd prefer piña colada," she joked.

"What? You mean you don't like penis colada?" he replied, and they both laughed.

"Jason, I love you so much, and I want us to explore every aspect of our sexuality."

"Every aspect?" he asked devilishly, caressing her toned bottom.

Kristen shuddered, knowing what was running through his mind.

Jason was fascinated with her ass and had made no secret of his desire to take her that way. They'd tried a few times, but their awkward attempts had been painful for Kristen, and she had been reluctant to try again.

She would occasionally urge him to put his finger in her ass while he ate her, but that hole was off-limits for his big thick cock.

Kristen buried her head in his chest. "Is that what you want?" she asked meekly.

"Baby, more than anything, but we don't have to do it if you don't want to."

"I'm afraid it will hurt," she said, "and ... that it will be 'messy,'" she said.

"Honey, I've been reading some information on anal sex and how to do it to minimize the pain and maximize the pleasure," Jason said.

"Where do you find that kind of information?" Kristen asked incredulously. 

"Literotica.com has a whole section on "How To," and I did a little research in case ... well, just in case," he said sheepishly.

"I know that past attempts were clumsy, and I'm sorry I hurt you. Based on what I know now, though, I think I can make it so we both enjoy it ... if you're willing to try again."

Jason's heart beat wildly as he waited to hear Kristen's response. He had never fully expressed to her how important this was to him because he didn't want to pressure her into doing something she didn't want to do, but to Jason, there was nothing more exciting than anal sex.

Kristen had questioned him once about his "obsession," and he had tried to explain it to her. It was more than just the incredible feeling of being in a woman's ass. Sure there was a certain amount of excitement generated by the "forbiddenness" of the act — the shear outright naughtiness of it — but it was also the expression of trust between two lovers. And yes, he had to admit that there were slight elements of submission and dominance involved as well. 

Kristen could feel Jason's heart beating quickly, and she knew that he desperately wanted her to say "yes." For Kristen, it wasn't just about the pain, although, that was a big part of her reluctance. Frankly, Jason's cock was on the large size, and her butthole was on the small size — at least when it came to taking Jason's penis inside her. 

Besides the pain, though, Kristen was worried about "dirtiness." After all, that hole was used for some rather disgusting things, and Kristen was rather compulsive when it came to cleanliness.

Still, her newly awakened sexuality had led her to some amazing new sexual highs. Just a few short weeks ago, she never would have imagined herself eating another woman's pussy, and tonight she had just swallowed Jason's cum for only the second time in their relationship. 

Her pussy tingled at the memory. She had to admit that it was an incredible turn on to have him quivering like putty as he unleashed his load into her mouth. She loved the feeling of control and reveled in the knowledge that she had brought him to that state. Her mouth. Her tongue. She had done it, and he had loved it. And you know what, she had enjoyed that feeling of power over him. Now, she asked herself, was she willing to give him the power over her?

"Will you be gentle?" she asked quietly.

"Yes," he said huskily, but with barely contained excitement.

"If it hurts too much ..."

"Then will stop," he said.

"OK. How do you want me?"

"Whoa," he said. "Not so fast. That's why it hurt so much the last time we tried. We — I — rushed into to, and you weren't prepared."

"OK. What does this preparation involve?"

"Come here," Jason said, and Kristen raised her face from his chest and looked into his eyes. 

He kissed her tenderly at first, their lips teasing each other; their tongues lightly parting each other's lips. 

"Are you sure?" he asked, desperately hoping she wouldn't back out now. 

"I want to do this," she said, "for you."

She leaned in next to his ear, her voice a sexy whisper. "Baby, my ass is yours. Fuck me."

Kristen's words were so unexpected that it took Mark a couple of seconds before he fully processed them, but when he did, a big grin came over his face, and he looked into the eyes of his beautiful wife, who had just offered up her ass to him despite her fears about anal sex.

He kissed her deeply, their tongues darting in and out of each other's mouth, and his hands roamed freely over her back and buttocks. She held his head close as they kissed, her fingers playing with his hair. She could feel her husband's large organ hardening against her lightly furred mound, and she ground her pelvis against him. 

"So," she said, "tell about this preparation, you mentioned."

"Well, I know that you're concerned about the 'messy' factor, so we're going to start by taking a shower to relax you and make sure you're clean back there."

"Mmm, sounds nice. Lead on, McBuff."

Jason turned toward the shower, and Kristen playfully slapped him on the ass as he walked away.

"Oooh, you're going to get it," he threatened.

Kristen turned her butt toward him and wagged it while looking over her shoulder at her sexy husband. "No, you're going to get it," she said teasing him.

"Get that sweet ass in the shower now, woman!" 

The pair stepped in to the large shower, laughing and groping each other as the warm water cascaded over their naked bodies. Kristen's large breasts pressed against Jason's chest as they kissed. Her nipples hardened as the water flowed down her sloping mounds.

Jason turned her so that she faced away from him, and she felt his hardness press between the cheeks of her butt. Thinking he was preparing to enter her, she placed her hands against the shower wall and prepared herself.

Instead, though, Jason grabbed the shampoo from the shower rack and poured some of the fragrant gel into his hand. Running his hands through her hair, he massaged her scalp and Kristen groaned. Few things felt as good as a head massage.

The shampoo flowed down her back, over her buttocks and down her crack. Jason's cock now slid easily up and down that groove as he washed her hair. She pushed her buttocks back into his crotch. 

He turned her around again so that she could rinse her hair. With her head tilted back to rinse, her breasts were uplifted, and he couldn't resist the temptation to take her left nipple into his mouth. The left one was his favorite. He didn't know why, but it was. It probably had something to do with being breastfed as a child.

The soap was gone from her hair, but Kristen liked what he was doing, so she stayed in that position, reveling in the attention she was receiving.

Jason disengaged, taking the fluffy and shower gel to wash her body. He started with her front, soaping and lightly scrubbing her, being careful not to be too rough with her sensitive breasts, and avoiding the delightful spot between her legs all together. 

Kneeling on the shower floor, he began working his way from her feet up her legs. Kristen stretched her arms out to brace herself against the wall. Again, he avoided the juncture between her thighs, and Kristen felt a twinge of frustration.

He turned her, this time working on her back and shoulders, gradually getting closer and closer to the object of his affections. However, he skipped her butt and instead dropped to her feet and began the journey back up her legs. 

When he reached the top of her thighs, he didn't stop this time, using the fluffy to lather her ass. Taking the fluffy in both hands, he squeezed it at the top of her crack, wringing the suds from the fluffy and allowing them to cascade down her ass. Standing at her side, he slid the fingers of his right hand between her cheeks. She flinched slightly as his fingers brushed across her tight butthole.

Jason leaned next to her ear, his lips brushing lightly against her earlobe. 

"Relax," he said. "You can tell me to stop anytime you want to. You're in control."

She nodded her head, her eyes closed and arms still braced against the wall. 

His fingers continued to probe between her buttocks, the slippery suds allowing his hand to glide across her wet skin.

Jason's index finger zeroed in on its target, lightly circling Kristen's orifice, insinuating itself into the tight opening.

Kristen willed herself to relax. She'd had Jason's finger up her ass before, but she knew this was different. She knew that soon she would have something far thicker trying to penetrate her in her most private spot.

Jason was gentle with her, not wanting to frighten her. His finger wormed its way up her back passage, the soap suds easing the way. In a little and back out, in a little farther and back out. As she accepted his digit a little deeper each time, she began to relax, and he gently rotated the finger inside her.

"We've got to get you all nice and clean, don't we?" Jason inquired.

She nodded again, not trusting her voice.

Jason continued to probe her rectum as he added his left hand to the mix by fingering her pussy. He began to masturbate her, and she felt the familiar excitement begin to build between her legs, distracting her from the mild discomfort she felt in her rear.

Jason had done his homework. He knew that by stimulating her little clit while probing her ass, he was associating pleasure with anal stimulation. All Kristen knew was that what he was doing to her felt good — really good.

He momentarily robbed her of the finger in her ass, leaving her feeling open, and she whimpered slightly at the absence. He plucked a bottle of baby oil from the shower shelf. Kristen coated her body with the oil after showering to moisturize her skin, but Jason had another use in mind for it tonight.

Popping the top, he extracted his left hand from her pussy, this time eliciting a moan of frustration from his heated wife, but it was only temporary. He squeezed a good amount of the oil into his hand and immediately began to spread it between her cheeks, paying particular attention to her anus. He squirted another pool of oil into his hand and made sure his fingers were well-coated.

Setting the bottle back on the shelf, his hands returned to their respective spots, and he went back to work pleasuring his wife.

His oil-slick finger now easily slipped up her ass, and she realized that she no longer felt any discomfort. In fact, combined with the ministrations of his left hand on her clit, she was starting to like this dual penetration. 

That's when she felt a second finger begin to slip inside her butt. She momentarily tensed, and Jason halted his movement, allowing her adjust to this new sensation. Again, she willed herself to open up to him. He could see her relax, and she was surprised when the second finger joined the first, stretching her opening.

There was a slight burning sensation.

"Easy," she said, her breath hissing through her teeth, and Jason gently began easing his fingers out of her.

"No, don't stop, just go slow," she said.

With two fingers buried in her ass up to the first joints, he concentrated on her pussy, bringing her closer and closer to orgasm. 

Her excitement grew, and she started to pant as her climax neared. She was completely unaware that Jason was working the two fingers in her ass deeper and deeper. He was almost up to the knuckle, knowing that if she could take his knuckles inside her, there was no reason why should couldn't take his cock. The shaft of his cock was only slightly wider than his two fingers side by side.

Kristen started to shudder and her knees went week as she started to come. Her body convulsed, and she drove her hips backward forcefully, inadvertently burying Jason's two fingers deep inside her ass. She groaned at the full invasion, but she was too far into her orgasm to care. Jason felt her rectum constrict around his fingers, threatening to crush them. He thrust them in and out gently as he continued to work her clit. 

"Oh God, Oh My God!" she screamed, bucking against his hands.

The contractions finally began to subside, and Jason allowed each convulsion to push his fingers a little further out of her ass until she completely expelled him from her body.

Her once-tight butthole now gaped slightly, and she could feel the cool breeze on an area that didn't normally feel cool breezes. 




The Awakening of Kristen Ch. 08



Her head hung down as she gasped for breath and recovered from the mind-blowing orgasm. Jason took her into his arms and held her.

"That was awesome," she gasped. 

"Come on," he said, "we're not done yet."

He led her out of the shower and dried her with a big fluffy towel and then led her into the bedroom.

"Lie down on your stomach," he commanded, and she complied.

The bed creaked as Jason climbed onto the mattress, and he took a moment to admire his beautiful wife, lying prone with her legs parted. Her body was fantastic, but it took a lot of work to keep it that way.

Her legs and ass were well-toned, and the definition in her back testified to her weightlifting regime. 

He ran a hand up along the inside of her leg, and she sucked in her breath as his fingers neared her still-throbbing pussy. He bypassed that quivering area and ran his hands over her buttocks, caressing them lightly, giving her goosebumps.

"Just relax," he said again.

Kneeling over her, he leaned down and planted tiny kisses on the flesh of her ass. His tongue darted out over the surface. He was fair and balanced in his treatment of her left and right cheeks.

He kissed his way to the top of the crevice that divided those wonderful mounds. He allowed his tongue to insinuate its way in that dark area. He continued lightly licking his way southward as his hands gently parted her cheeks. 

She held her breath as he neared that most sensitive spot. Kristen wasn't exactly sure how she felt about him kissing her there. He had certainly done it before, much to her chagrin, and she hated to admit how good it felt. Self-consciously, she had always worried about the dirty factor, but she didn't have that worry after their shower earlier.

She decided to go with the feeling, and her brain reported back that it was delighted.

The feeling of his tongue worming its way into her hole was amazing, and she squirmed with pleasure. She slipped a hand underneath her to toy with her clit as Jason stiffened his tongue and penetrated her.

"Oh yeah, baby. Oh God that feels good. Fuck me with your tongue. Yes!" she said.

Jason was more than happy to comply, his palms spreading her cheeks wide to give him greater access to her anus, which he was pleased to notice was much more relaxed. He knew she was just about ready.

"Keep playing with yourself," he said, reaching over to the nightstand for some massage oil.

Removing the lid, he poured some of the oil at the top of her crack, allowing it to run down to her pussy. Kristen shivered as the cold oil hit her skin. 

Jason had poured quite a bit of oil on her, and he used his hand to catch it as it got to her pussy, but the sheets of the bed still got wet. He rubbed the handful back up, coating her well and allowing his fingers to dip into her hole and coat the inside with oil.

Kristen's fingers were now also covered with oil, and she continued to work herself into a frenzy again.

"Baby, I want you to raise up on your knees," Jason said. "Keep playing with yourself."

He knelt behind her and rubbed his semi-erect cock against her moist, oily slit. He pushed inside her cunt, eliciting an appreciative groan from his wife.

"Jason, that feels so good," she said. "But that's my pussy, baby." 

"I know, lover, I'm just getting myself fully ready. I need to be rock hard to penetrate your tight ass."

As he slid in and out of her, feeling himself getting harder and harder, he opened a bottle of Astroglide and coated his thumb. He also squirted a substantial amount right on her asshole. The cool lubricant felt like ice against her anus.

Using his thumb, Jason pushed the lube into her orifice, and it slid in easily. He pumped it in and out in time with his cock. 

"God," he said, "I can feel my thumb rubbing against my cock. It feels unbelievable!"

Kristen groaned in agreement. 

"Baby, are you ready?" he asked.

Kristen slowed her hand between her legs, taking nice lazy circles. She nodded her head into the pillow, but didn't speak. He could sense the tremor run through her.

"Kristen, are you sure?"

This time she managed an "Uh huh."

"OK, here's what I'm going to do. I'm going to position my cock against your hole, but I'm not going to push. That's your job. You're in control. You move at your own pace. Take it as slow as you want, and if you want to stop, we'll stop. OK?"

"OK," she said in a small voice, but with a little more confidence.

Jason pulled his prick out of her pussy and squeezed another pool of Astroglide into his hand.

"I'm lubing myself really good," he said, placing the tip of his penis against her orifice.

"When you're ready," he said, "I want you to push out, like you're going to the bathroom, as I enter you. That will let the head slip in easier. If you feel a sharp pain at first, let the head slip out. Sometimes, the first entry is a little painful, but if I pull out and let your muscles relax, the second time will be easier."

"You really have been reading up on this, haven't you?" Kristen said, looking back over her shoulder at the man poised behind her flanks.

"I'm ready," she said.

Jason took hold of his cock in his hand to keep it steady. Kristen pushed backward slowly, and without so much as a drum roll, the head of his penis slipped inside of her.

She froze and so did Jason.

"Oh my God," they said in unison. Neither could believe how easily he had breeched her. 

Kristen began rocking back gently, taking him a tiny bit deeper with each backward motion. Jason kept his hands on his hips and stayed perfectly still, allowing her all the control. 

Kristen grunted at the penetration as she started to feel the unusual intrusion in her back passage. 

"How deep are you?" she gasped.

"It's about half-way in," he said. 

"I don't know if I can take any more," she said, hoping he wouldn't be disappointed.

"That's OK, baby. It feels soooo good!"

"I want you to move inside me," she said. "Just be gentle."

Jason began leaning in and pulling back, his cock moving barely inside her, but it still felt incredible.

In fact, he was so excited, he felt like he would blow his wad at any moment. Just being inside his wife's ass was more exciting than he could stand. 

"A little faster," she said, pushing against him as he thrust in.

"... and deeper," she gasped.

Jason began moving his hips with longer strokes, still with only about half of his cock entering her tight butt. Looking down, he reveled in the sight of his thick cock stretching her butthole. 

He pulled almost all the way out until he could see the head of his prick and then pushed it back in. Kristen moaned and whimpered, her hand furiously frigging herself and her face buried in the pillow.

In and out, in and out. A little deeper, a little faster, but still incredibly gentle compared to their normal intercourse.

"My God, baby, I'm going to come. I can't take it," Jason cried.

"Do it! Come in my ass, baby! Fill me up," Kristen cried.

He pushed in slightly as his penis began spurting inside her. It was all he could do to keep himself from thrusting balls deep into her, but instead, he held himself steady as his penis pumped loads of cum inside her tight hole.

Kristen could feel him swell inside her and knew he was coming. She kept still, accepting his sperm as he used her ass as a receptacle for his seed.

"Ugghhhh, aghhhh," Jason groaned as his balls emptied inside her. 

His heart was pounding as if he had run a marathon, and his body was trembling with excitement. Kristen could feel the ripples run through him and straight into her rectum. It was an awesome feeling knowing that she had excited him so.

He collapsed on top of her as she fell to the bed, his penis still lodged inside her but rapidly shrinking. She felt him growing smaller and pulling out of her, and it built up a sense of anticipation as they both waited for that moment when the head would pop free from her hole.

She squeezed her anal muscles, trying to hold him in, but it had the opposite effect, and his cockhead popped out of her now well-lubricated ass.

"Kristen, I love you. I love you so much," he said against her ear, still panting hard. "Thank you, my love."

Kristen smiled knowing that she had fulfilled his desires and at the fact that she had enjoyed it too. In fact, with all of the preparation, it really hadn't hurt at all. Sure there had been some mild discomfort, but Jason had been so gentle with her that she anticipated only being mildly sore back there tomorrow.

As he backed off of her to remove his weight from her, he looked down between her cheeks, noticing that she gaped just a little from his intrusion. His cum was already leaking out of her, and running down her pussy. 

"Damn, that's incredibly hot looking," he thought, and he watch the little rivulet of cum matte her somewhat neglected pussy. Already he noticed her butthole tightening back up.

"Are you OK?" he asked.

"I'm better than OK," she said. "That was incredible!"

"So," he said hopefully, "you would be willing to do it again?"

"Well, you'll have to give me a week or two for my sore little ass to heal, but you've shown me how good it can feel, and I'm determined to take you all," she said with lust in her eyes.

Jason felt his cock twitch and looked down at his groin.

"Down, boy," he commanded. "Don't get greedy," laughing at his randy body.

"Of course, you know," she said with a mischievous look in her eye, "turnabout is fair play," reaching around and slipping a finger between the cheeks of his ass. "It's only fair."

Jason's eyes opened wide in surprise.

To be continued...