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Awakenings - 2
by Fresh Start (address withheld)
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Her parent's trip gives young Kate the chance to
discover the sweet delights of her body. (f-solo, mast,
anal)
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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...
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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.
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