Born Again
                         (MF, size, Fsolo, toys)

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(No, this is not a religious tract, far from it, though I must confess
I have sometimes wondered how much difference there is between the sort
of ecstasy described here and the sort experienced in church by some
Pentecostal women.)

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I was born on July 31, 2004. Not literally, of course; in fact I'd
already been married for more than two years on that date. But that is
the date my life really began.

My husband had come from Australia, and I fell in love with him the
first time we met. He was so wild compared with the guys from around
here, and that appealed to me. Plus, I was fascinated by his accent.

I tried to be the good girl I was raised to be, and I wouldn't let him
make love to me until we were married. It was super hard for me to
wait, but I managed, and he was a dear about it. I was all keyed up for
our wedding night, but frankly, it was a bit of a disappointment. It
turned out he wasn't all that great a lover.

The day before I was born again, a buddy of my husband's came to visit
from Australia. Shane was actually traveling all over the US, and would
only be with us for one night. We had a small one-bedroom apartment, so
we could only give him the living room couch for the night, but he
didn't seem to mind.

The next morning I was the first one up. I got dressed and started out
to the kitchen but got the shock of my life as I went through the
living room. Shane had kicked off the sheet and cover, and was lying
there exposed, and I do mean exposed. He had his under shorts on, but
his penis was hanging out through his fly. I couldn't believe the size
of that penis. It was just hanging there, soft against his body, but
even in that state it was longer and much fatter than my husband's when
he was fully erect, and that was the only other one I had ever seen.

I guess I just stood there and stared at it for who knows how long,
while little quivering feelings started going through my body. I
finally realized with horror what I was doing and broke out of the
trance. What if Shane should open his eyes, I thought, or my husband
should come out?

I hurried out to the kitchen and fixed breakfast for the guys. The
smells of coffee and bacon woke them up and before I knew it my husband
was kissing me good-bye and leaving for work. Shane had asked if he
could stick around for a while, since he was catching a plane later in
the day. We both had said of course he could.

I'm not going to tell you what happened that day, except to say that
when it started I was an uptight strict Baptist, and when it ended I
was a sex-crazed slut. If you want to know more, read what my husband
wrote, under pseudonym MillerTime, in a story he called "Wanna Bet" in
the Kristen Archives. (www.asstr.org/~Kristen/30/wanna.txt)

This story really starts the day after I was born. I woke up feeling
very horny, but a little ashamed of myself for what I had done with
Shane the day before. Mostly, though, I felt guilty. Guilty that I had
cheated on my husband, guilty that I hadn't confessed anything to him,
guilty that I had indeed lied to him when he asked what I had done, and
guilty most of all that I had this burning, aching, need to be with
Shane again. I swear if he had called me that morning I would have
driven or flown anywhere to be with him, marriage be damned.

But it was just another working day, so I forced myself to get up, fix
breakfast, and kiss my now cuckolded husband good-bye as he left for
work. As soon as he was out the door, though, and I saw his car leave
the driveway, I gave in to my passions. I tore all my clothes off and
knelt on the floor in front of the couch with my head on the coffee
table, a position that brought memories of yesterday flooding back in.

And flooding was the right term. My pussy was so wet I could feel the
juices running down my legs. I rammed two, then three, then four
fingers up my cunt. It still wasn't enough. If I could have I would
have shoved my whole fist up inside myself, but I couldn't reach that
far.

"Fuck me, Shane, fuck me again," I moaned.

I made myself cum, but it wasn't nearly as good as the real thing
yesterday. After Shane's huge cock I was definitely going to need
something bigger than my own fingers. I wandered around the apartment
trying to find something that would do the job. A brush? Way too short.
A broom handle? Oh, god, all the length I could want, but not nearly
fat enough. Also, terribly awkward, and what if the wood splintered
inside me?

I was in the kitchen now, and my eyes fell on a bunch of bananas. This
might work, I thought as I tore off the longest one. As I walked back
into the living room an evil thought crossed my mind.

"Oh, Shane," I said out loud, "I need to fuck so bad. I want to fuck
you in my bed. Come with me and be my husband."

I went in there and lay on my back, pulling my knees up to my tits.

"FUCK ME, SHANE, FUCK ME," I nearly screamed this time, while shoving
the banana up my cunt. "OH, YES, BABY, FUCK ME HARD!"

God but it felt good! Not as good as the real thing, of course, and it
didn't stretch me nearly as much as Shane had, but it was good enough
that I came three times before my arms got too tired to pump the banana
any more. I left it all the way up inside me as I slowly came down from
my last orgasm.

If only it could be bigger around, I thought, and then it came to me:
cucumber.

I immediately got up, got dressed, and went to the grocery store. I
spent a long time in the produce department, inspecting all of the
cucumbers, trying to picture each between Shane's legs with his balls
hanging below it. I finally settled on the largest one in the bin, and
turned away to see what I could find in the rest of the store.

My cucumber fantasies had gotten me super horny again, and it soon
dawned on me that I was looking more for men than for groceries. Well,
I thought, Shane had called me a slut, and the sound of that had made
me wild. A slut I was, and sluts don't restrict their attentions to one
man. At this time of day there really weren't hardly any male
customers, just stay-at-home wives like myself. Well, not really like
my new self, I thought with a grin, at least I doubted it seriously.

I did see one old guy, but I couldn't see anything between his legs.
Cross that one off, on two counts. Then I saw the butcher. Oh lordy!
Did he ever have it packed in down there. I looked up quickly to be
sure he hadn't caught my naughty gaze. Nope, his eyes were on the meat
he was cutting. But when I saw his face I realized that I knew him
vaguely. Not too surprising, really; I'd grown up in this town and knew
lots of people here. Mr. Stanton, that was his name. Now what was his
first name? Jim, that's what it was. Jim Stanton, I think I may be
fantasizing about you later.

Oh, wait, there's a man filling up his cart. A fairly young one, too,
and dressed in overalls yet. Why wouldn't he be at work? Ah, I'll bet I
know. He's got to be a farmer, who's come into town for a shopping
trip. I turned and took my cart back to the end of the aisle, then
quickly down the next one, so I could come back up the aisle he was in,
but with him facing me this time.

Oh, yes, yes, YES! I could see the faint outline of his dangling fuck
stick hanging six inches down his pants leg. If he had underwear on at
all it must have been boxer shorts. My mind went immediately onto
fantasy overdrive.

    I imagined walking up to him and asking if he was looking for
    anything other than supplies. He'd furrow his brow and say,
    "Like what?" I'd lean over and whisper in his ear, "Like
    pussy." His face would turn red, but he'd be looking at me
    with longing in his eyes.

    Suddenly we were in my living room, and his cock was still
    down his pants leg, but now making it tent out. "That must be
    awfully uncomfortable," I'd say, rubbing it through the denim
    material. He'd unbuckle the shoulder straps and his overalls
    would fall to the floor. His cock would try to spring out, but
    be constrained by the leg of his shorts, "We've got to get
    that out of there while we still can," I'd say, kneeling down
    in front of him. I'd try to push his shorts down over his
    now-rigid cock.

"You look like you're lost. Can I help you find something?"

It was him! I must have been staring into space, and he had pushed his
cart right up to me.

I flushed. "Oh, no, I'm, I'm OK. Just thinking about ... something."

I hurriedly pushed my cart down the aisle, and headed for the checkout
stands. While standing in line I began wondering what his name was. I
decided to call him John. John has no idea what he and I are going to
be doing later in my fantasy world.

When I got home I fixed a sandwich for lunch, then spent most of the
afternoon fucking John and Jim and Shane. It was absolutely wild. I
have no idea how many times I came. I'm afraid the heat of my pussy
nearly cooked that poor cucumber. I made a mental note to get two or
three the next time I went to the store.

I did try to pull myself together enough to make the bed, wash the
dishes, and start dinner before my hubby arrived. It was weird when he
walked in, almost like he was a stranger. Like I knew John and Jim and
Shane, but I didn't even know this guy. That scared me a bit, and I
decided I was going to have to have a serious talk with him. Not that
I'd tell him everything, of course, but I was going to have to tell him
something.

The end of dinner seemed like the right time. We were still finishing
our ice cream when I finally broke a long silence.

"Honey, there's something we have to talk about."

"I know," he said, not looking at me.

"No, you don't really know," I insisted, "I lied to you a little bit
yesterday when you asked me what I had done."

"I know," he repeated, then took me by the hand and led me to the
couch. "Wait here, I'll be back in a minute."

I sat down, somewhat puzzled, and watched as he went out the front
door. He came back shortly with a videotape in his hand. He must have
had it in the car. He put the tape in the VCR, picked up the remote,
and sat down beside me.

Looking searchingly into my eyes he said, "I want you to watch a little
bit of this, but I won't make you watch all of it."

The next thing I saw was Shane in his under shorts, sitting where we
were sitting now. ... Sitting where I had seen him when it all started
yesterday. I was instantly wet, and aching to be with him again. He
said something, but I don't know what. My entire being was focused on
the huge bulge in his shorts. The bulge I knew so well and needed so
much. Then I saw myself walk into the room and I knew exactly when the
tape was made and what was going to happen next.

My husband stopped the tape. "Do you want to see more?" he asked
quietly.

"Yes, yes," I moaned, "I want to see it ALL. PLEASE!"

He frowned, "Are you sure? I don't think it's a good idea."

"I have to see it, I have to. You have no idea ..."

Finally he relented and resumed the playback. As we watched I started
tearing his clothes off and then, echoing the actions on the tape,
slowly removing my own in response to Shane's requests. He soon got
into it too, and was doing everything to me that Shane had done the day
before. It wasn't long before I was coming over and over again, just as
I also was on the tape.

When the tape ended I was once again kneeling with my face on the
coffee table and my ass in the air. This time my own husband's cock was
in my cunt, and we were both panting.

"God," he said when he could finally speak again, "that was the hottest
sex we ever had."

I reached my arms back and pushed him away, feeling his limp cock pop
out of me. Then I turned to face him.

"Yes," I agreed, "but there may be even hotter times ahead." Just, I
thought silently, as there have already been far hotter times for me.

"I can't believe what has happened to you," he wondered, "it's like
you've turned into a different person."

"I have. Shane made me into a different person yesterday. I'll never
again be the woman I was before. The question is, are you willing to
live with the new me?"

"Willing? God, yes, I'm dying to live with the new you!"

"Don't say that until you know what you're getting. First, you need to
know that right now I am madly, passionately, and I do mean
passionately, aching to fuck Shane again. Can you live with that?"

"That could be a problem if Shane were right here, but he's 500 miles
away, and he will soon be 10,000 miles away. So, yes, I can live with
that."

"Second, when we were fucking just now, I was imagining that it was
Shane instead of you."

"I knew that. With that tape going, it was inevitable."

"Third, I spent most of the day today in sexual fantasies. I think
tomorrow may be the same. This could turn out to be a permanent part of
the new woman I've become. How would you feel about living with a woman
like that?"

He grinned wickedly, "How about if when I get home at night you tell me
about your fantasies, and we live them out together? I'd love that!"

"Next, I have to tell you that my fantasies weren't about you, and only
some of them were about Shane."

That one shocked him. "You fantasized about another man today?"

I nodded, "Actually, two other men. On that tape you heard Shane call
me a slut. He's right, I am a slut. I know now that I'd love to fuck a
lot of different guys."

"But you wouldn't really do it, would you? I mean, you can fantasize,
but not ..."

"Think about it. I met Shane Tuesday night and fucked him Wednesday.
That wasn't just fantasy."

"No, that's going too far. I can't let you do that. I'm willing to
forgive this once, but you have to promise you won't do it again."

"I can't make that promise. You have no idea what it felt like having
Shane's huge cock in me. For the rest of my life I'm going to be aching
to feel a cock like that again. If I get a chance at another one like
that I don't think I'll be able to say no."

He was really squirming now, then a faraway look came into his eyes. "I
don't want to lose you," he pled. "Can you promise not to do it
tomorrow? Tomorrow night I'll bring a surprise for you. I think you'll
like it."

"Yes, I can promise not to do anything but fantasize tomorrow. Unless,"
I added with a lustful grin, "Shane should come back, or call and say
he wants me to come see him."

My husband nodded somberly, "Exception granted. I know how you must
feel about Shane right now, after watching that tape."

"Do me a favor, please? Leave the tape here tomorrow so I can watch it
again."

"You are something else," he shook his head. "I just hope you are going
to be ready for some hot sex when I get home tomorrow night."

"Oh, I will be. I definitely will be. ... Speaking of which, could I
get you in the mood for some more hot sex right now? Maybe by sucking
on your dick?"

This time when he fucked me I was fantasizing that it was Farmer John.
It worked, too. I came twice before he did. And that was despite his
puny cock.

He fucked me again when we woke up. I managed to get through the day
with my cucumber and four men, though by the end of the day the
cucumber was getting awfully limp. My husband had warned me that he had
some quick business to attend to after work, so would be a bit later
than usual. I wondered what kind of surprise he might bring, and began
to imagine that it might be another man with a huge cock. So if you
thought I was including hubby just now when I said four men, you were
wrong. No fantasies about his puny dick.

I was more than ready when he arrived with a bag, but no man. I
attacked him immediately and we ended up fucking right there on the
floor just inside the front door.

"So what about my surprise?" I asked as soon as he calmed down.

"You want it right now?"

"You bet, I'm dying to know."

"It might make you want to cum again. Are you up for that this soon?"

"Honey, I'm always ready to fuck and always ready to cum. Give me my
fucking present."

Grinning, he pulled it out of the bag. It was an artificial cock – a
dildo, though I didn't know the word then. My eyes widened with desire.
It was almost as big as my cucumber, and ever so much more realistic.

"I need to show you how it works," he said.

"Oh, I'm sure I can figure that out for myself," I said reaching
greedily for it.

"No, I insist. There is more to it than meets the eye."

I was starting to imagine something where you squeezed the balls, and
yes this thing did have balls, and it squirted cream up into you. But I
was way off base. He finally talked me into spreading my legs and he
started twisting and pushing it into me. It felt like the real thing,
and I was in continuous orgasm mode before he got it halfway up inside
me. He told me later that when he did get it all the way in I kept
coming for several minutes without him even moving it. When I did
finally calm down he started moving it in and out and I was off again.
I think it must have been half an hour later when I finally sobbed
"enough!" and he stopped moving it.

He let me relax for several minutes at that point, though with that
monster still stuffed inside me it was a very different kind of
sexually charged relaxation. Then he reached over and moved something.
BAMMM!!!

I was suddenly jerking and screaming and bouncing as the vibrator took
over. This was orgasm as I had never dreamed possible. Suddenly
everything I had felt during the day, everything I had felt the day
before, became nothing. I was in another world.

My husband could see I wasn't breathing, and he got worried after a
minute of this, and shut the vibrator off. I shut off when it did, and
collapsed unconscious. He told me it took him several minutes to revive
me, and he was panicked, thinking he might have killed me.

When I came around I opened my eyes, looked at him, and opened my mouth
to say something, but nothing came out. He let me lie there panting for
a long time, and then finally pulled the dildo out of me.

I groaned in dismay, and finally managed to mumble, "put it back."

He shook his head.

"I need it," I managed to get out, "give it to me."

"No, honey, it's too dangerous. I think you almost died just now."

I was shaking like a leaf. "I don't care if it does kill me. I HAVE TO
HAVE IT."

"Look, I can never let you use it by yourself. But when I'm here, I can
help you use it sometimes, OK? In fact, I'll make a deal with you. If
you ever get the urge to fuck somebody else, and you think you can't
control it, just tell me, and I'll give you a session with this like
tonight. But if you ever actually do fuck someone else, you'll never
see this again. Deal?"

I thought about it for a while, and finally asked, "Except for Shane?"

He nodded solemnly, "Except for Shane."

So that's why this sex-crazed slut is still faithful to her mini-dick
husband except in her fantasies. And why I'm saving money every chance
I get, waiting for the day when I have enough to fly to Australia.