("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2008. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Awakenings - 2 by Fresh Start (address withheld) *** Her parent's trip gives young Kate the chance to discover the sweet delights of her body. (f-solo, mast, anal) *** PART 2 Kate slumped back against the bed her pert young breasts heaving, her legs shaking as the orgasm swept through her body. She gave a soft groan as her fingers slid from her slippery pussy, her hymen gone. After a minute leaning back against the bed catching her breath she hesitantly opened her eyes looking back at the wanton young slut staring back at her in the full length mirror. For a second she couldn't recognise the flushed, red faced 14 year old she saw in the mirror but when she licked her lips the heavy lidded slut opposite licked her lips back too. She giggled softly, looking down between the widely spread thighs of the slut opposite. Her pussy lips were puffy and swollen and glistening with her juices, the trail of juices running down between buttocks tinged lightly pink. Kate had a moment of panic wondering if she had damaged herself in her ecstatic abandon but she felt little pain from her deflowerment. She smiled wickedly back at herself wondering idly what her parents, away for the night at a company party, would think if they could see their little girl gently stroking her sex in the afterglow of her first full orgasm. 'Not so little', she corrected herself looking back up at the pert swell of her firm young breasts with her hard tan nipples still jutting stiffly up. Slowly she stood up, her legs shaky and was a bit embarrassed by the wet stain under her. 'I'd better clean that up before they get back,' she muttered to herself and walked stiffly to her shower. The hot shower left her clean and refreshed and she padded back into the bedroom, still naked. She paused again in front of the long mirror dropping the towel. The wanton slut seemed to have disappeared and the pretty teen, her long blonde tresses hanging wetly, was back. But things would never be the same again she thought wickedly. She knew now the wanton slut would always be there hiding just out of view behind the mirror glass. Her sense of freedom left her feeling naughty and wicked. Nearly 24 hours on her own... well, nearly on her own. She knew her aunt Susan was sure to pop at some point just to check on her. But she also knew that her mom's sister also worked until six most nights so she had the place to herself for the rest of the day. Almost on the spur of the moment she decided to stay naked, the trembly feeling returning to her belly, her pussy still moist and her nipples stiff. She had never walked naked through the house before and still felt a little knot of anxiety that made her automatically check the upstairs bedrooms were clear before bouncing down the stairs giggling as her tight young breasts bounced happily in union enjoying being unfettered in the cool morning air. She felt suitably wicked sitting at the breakfast bar eating her cereal in the nude and by the time she had strolled through the downstairs rooms the little itch of desire had returned in her belly and as she passed the ornate downstairs mirror she caught a glimpse of the wanton slut girl walking past. She paused, excited by the sight and started to gently roll and pinch her stiff erect nipples imitating the wicked slut in the mirror. She turned, admiring the taut swell of her luscious buttocks over her shoulder, rubbing her hands softly over her rump her fingertips almost unconsciously teasing feather-light down the crack and was shocked by the delicious feeling has her fingertips trailed gently over the pink rose of her anus. 'Oooh,' she gasped softly,' that felt nice.' The itch was back in her belly big time and she looked around the room until she caught sight of her father's golf trophy. The prestigious silver and chrome stalk with the chromed and pimpled golf ball atop it drew her like a magnet and she knew instinctively it was what she needed. Sweeping it up and returning to the mirror she squatted down her thighs spread wantonly the glistening pink interior opening out revealing her arousal. 'You bad, bad girl,' she whimpered but immediately pulled the gleaming trophy to her pussy. She needed it in her but first her taut young muscles resisted the pressure of the ball at her opening and she gave it a firm thrust. The slick lips parted like the Red Sea leading her to the promised land and she whimpered as the cold metal slipped into her heated flesh. She stopped with the ball resting just inside the grip of her vagina relishing the feeling of fullness and soon the coldness of the metal disappeared as her pussy heated the trophy. With eager little thrusts she pressed it deeper and deeper home loving the dimpled texture of the ball as it pressed through the walls unimpeded towards her cervix. By the time the metal ball hit bottom she was hunched between her widespread aching thighs clutching the tophy bottom with both hands and she eagerly started to saw it back and forth whining with pleasure as she rode her pleasure towards her orgasm. Within minutes her body felt on fire, her leg muscles straining as she uncontrollably thrust her hips up to meet the down plunge of the trophy and almost without warning her orgasm flashed through her snapping her legs closed around the metal as she rolled onto her side into a tight ball, her shriek of release echoing in the empty house. It took several minutes before she opened her eyes, her breasts still heaving, her nipples aching, and pussy still clenching against the metal trophy pressed deep into her. She continued to lie balled up as the sheen of sweat on her body cooled, her belly starting to feel cramped around the trophy. She started to pull at the trophy and felt a fiery burst of pain. 'Oh God! Oh God,' she whimpered, terrified she had injured herself and had a horrified flash of herself being carried into A&E the silver trophy embedded between her thighs. But then with an audible squelch the deeply embedded golf ball head pulled clear and slipped from the shaking pussy. She continued to lie on the floor, terrified to look but when she spread her legs again was relieved to see no blood and as soon as the pain ebbed she stood up ignoring the pussy-soaked patch of floorboard and hobbled painfully to her room, the object of her affection left abandoned on the floor, still gleaming, the sheen smeared with its thick coating of her juices. Kate sat on the edge of the bed, shaking, and burst into tears as the enormity of her wild abandon took hold. Her pussy still ached but the edge was off the pain and she crawled onto the bed and slumped into an exhausted sleep. Her sleep was deep and untroubled and already the amazing healing powers of her lissome body was putting the pain and terror of her latest discovery behind her leaving only the memory of intense orgasm to cosset her dreams. Her voyage of discovery was barely four hours old and already she had cast off her virginity and tasted the fruit of her dark side. Her day of exploration had barely begun. Continued in part 3... ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of the hands of children. They should be outside playing in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 60