Born Again (MF, size, Fsolo, toys) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (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.) --------------------------------------------------------------------- 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.