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Subject: {ASSM} "Pete" a Young Man's Story  (mF)  Chapter 32
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CHAPTER 32

I was on pins and needles. I hadn't fully realized until this very
moment, just how important she was to me.

She sat up in bed, put her hands on my shoulders and said, "My
darling, being with Della was incredible. If we ever get together
again it would be great! But I never HAVE to do it again. I'm no
longer curious about it -- and I don't think she is either. So, for
better or worse, you have a couple of heterosexual girls in your life.
But I'm still scared. And the reason is because of my feelings for
you. I've thought for some time that I was in love with you, and now
I'm sure of it. I hope you feel the same about me, and if you do, we
have some problems to work out.
"But, let's talk about right now! Are you okay with what went on
tonight, and the things I just told you?"

My heart was filled with different emotions, but the biggest one was
relief. I hugged her to me, and all I could think to say was, "Thank
you!"

We were both exhausted and as we settled in, the evening's events ran
through my mind. Mostly, my thoughts were about Kristen, and how much
I loved having her in bed next to me. But, just before I went to
sleep, I remembered the look, the scent, and the softness of Della.


	Sunday

I must have slept soundly, because I woke up rested and full of
energy. I looked at beautiful, naked Kristen lying next to me. Her
fine-looking body, plus my normal morning hard-on, had me thinking
that maybe I should wake her. But, I decided to let her sleep, so I
quietly slipped out of bed. When I did, I stumbled on the robe she had
been wearing last night, so I picked it up and hung it on a hook in
the closet.

It was already a beautiful day, and I whistled a few measures while I
slipped on some shorts, went downstairs, and found some juice. I was
looking at the coffee maker trying to decide whether to give it a try,
when a sleepy looking Kristen came into the room. Her hair was tangled
and she was wearing the robe I had hung up, but she still looked
beautiful. Then I noticed she was holding something. It was the
double-headed dildo from the box in the closet. She held it in front
of her and said; "I just saw this in the closet. Is it what I think it
is?"

"Well, what do you think it is?"

"Is it, uhh, for two girls to use at once?"

Suddenly, I remembered a picture I had seen in the sex book that time,
and I smiled lecherously as I said, "Yes, that and some other things."

Her eyes lit up and she asked, "Ohoo! What other things?"

"Want me to show you?"

She looked at it for a minute, grinned, and said, "Tonight."

	* * * * *

We drove into town and had breakfast; then we drove out to the
airfield so I could show her where I used to work and we could see the
new airstrip. The runway was beautiful. It was 8000 feet long, north
to south, and there were no obstructions at either end. You could land
some serious aircraft here. There was a bunch of heavy equipment over
on the westward side, and I'd noticed a figure picking his way around
the footings for the new buildings. It looked like JJ, so I walked
over. Sure enough, it was; he greeted me with a firm handshake, and a,
"Boy, have you grown."

I introduced him to Kristen and he offered to show us around the
place.

At one point, Kristen asked for a rest room. JJ pointed to a portable
toilet, and when she left, he turned to me and said, "Damn Pete. I
wish you could have stuck around. I miss Sam and I'm concerned about
the guy she's seeing."

"Do you think it's serious?"

"I don't know. I know she likes him, but I don't know how much. The
problem is, he wants to get married, and she's not even out of high
school. He has a lot of money and I'm afraid he'll impress her and
talk her into something that she'll regret."

"I don't know, JJ; Sam is pretty strong willed. I don't see anyone
talking her something she doesn't want to do."

"Well, things are on hold for a while. Sam was going to come home for
Christmas vacation, but my sister talked her into going on a camping
trip. And he's in LA visiting relatives and taking care of some
business, and won't be back until late January."

He looked very serious when he said, "Pete, Sam and I had a very close
relationship until you came along. We talked about everything. But
something happened between you two, and she wouldn't tell me what it
was. She left for Hawaii right after it happened, and she was very
upset.
So I don't know where her head is."

I saw Kristen heading toward us, so I said, "JJ, I'll get back to you
when I have a chance. What happened between us was something I did
that was wrong and I regret it. I'll tell you about it one day. In the
meantime, trust Sam. She's a smart girl; she won't do anything
impulsive."

I tried to be as convincing as I could. I hoped I was right.

Kristen and I drove around and I showed her Cantil. We did a little
shopping; then we stopped for lunch. After lunch, we walked along
looking in the shops along Main Street, and I saw the little
bookstore. On a whim, we stepped in and one of the first things I saw
was the sex book sticking out in the wrong place, like someone had put
it away in a hurry. I pulled it out and leafed through it. When I came
to the pages of illustrations, I laughed and handed it to Kristen. She
tried to be sophisticated, but I could tell there were some things in
it that surprised her. She kept reading it while I found and paid for
two copies of a book on learning Italian - one for me, one for Erin.
In fact, Kris spent so much time with the sex tome that I finally had
to drag her away, and when we got back to the car, her face was
flushed. I asked if she was okay; she leered at me and said, "I'm
horny!"

It was my turn to be Joe Cool as I said, "Plenty of time for that
later."

My cool lasted about five minutes; then I looked over at her and saw
that  she was looking at me and rubbing her crotch. Even though we
were in traffic, I reached over to grab her. But, she laughed, swatted
my hand,  and said, "Hey, there's plenty of time for that later."

I raised my right eyebrow and quietly said, "Good reversal." Kris
merely giggled.

I was getting to like that giggle a great deal.

We were driving by the movie theater and noticed there was a matinee,
so we decided to see it. It was a sexy movie, but a long one, and by
the time we got out we were hungry, so we stopped at an Italian
restaurant for some spaghetti. Our waiter was a young Italian guy, and
when he saw Kristen, his eyes lit up. I guessed that the older guy at
the cash register  was the owner, and as soon as the waiter took our
orders and turned them in, he went to the older guy and they started
talking in Italian.
They weren't even trying to be quiet; I guess they assumed that nobody
could understand them.

Kristen had her back to them, but I could tell she was listening; at
first,  she looked angry; then she started smiling.

I leaned toward her and whispered, "What are they saying?"

She leaned over and said, "These guys are really disgusting. They were
describing what they would do to me, if my big fool of a boyfriend
wasn't around. I think they need to be taught a lesson."

I started to get angry, but she said, "Don't worry, let me handle it."

I had seen her in action against some actual bad guys, so I sat back
and watched. She was wearing a button front shirt with the top two
buttons undone, and she reached up and undid two more. She wasn't
wearing a bra and the shirt was now open so far you could almost see
her nipples. 
When the waiter brought our dinners and sat them down, I thought his
eyes would pop out. He was staring right down her blouse when she
said, "How about a couple glasses of wine to go with our dinner, maybe
a nice Chianti?"

The guy didn't answer; I'm not sure he could breathe right then. But
he quickly returned with two big glasses of wine, sat them down, and
practically ran back to the guy behind the counter.

The dinner was delicious, and he kept refilling our glasses as soon as
they were down even an inch, even though Kristen had re-buttoned her
shirt.

When he brought the check, Kristen said, "How much is it?"

"Dinner was 15 dollars, the wine was seven, plus tip. Why?"

She said, "Give me 15 dollars."

I could see she was up to something, and I said, "Oh, don't bother.
Let it slide."

She wasn't even looking at me. She was looking at the waiter, and
there was an odd look in her eye. She said, "Don't argue with me. Give
me the money!"

The girl was used to getting her way! But I didn't want to cause a
scene. So I handed her the money and she said, "Follow me."

We went to the register and she threw the check and the money down in
front of the surprised man behind the counter. Then she said a bunch
of things in Italian, grabbed my hand and we walked out.

When I asked her what just happened, she giggled and said, "I told him
that both he and the waiter were perverts, and that we were both
minors.
And they should be ashamed of themselves, and lucky I don't report
them to the police."

Somehow, I got the impression that she might have added some other
words, as well. But, I was still a little bothered that she would take
things as far as she did.

When we walked outside, it wasn't late, but the sky was getting dark,
so we decided to go home.

It had been warm all day, and it was still warm when we got home, so
we went to the fire pit and sat for a while holding hands.

Kristen said, "It's been great being here. I wish we could stay
longer."

"Yes it has. But we still have some fun ahead of us."

We were both staring at the mountains when I heard a knocking noise.
It seemed to be coming from the backside of the barn where the cabins
that Erin and I had stayed were located. I got up and walked in that
direction;  Kristen followed me.

The knocking noise grew louder as we walked, and soon, it seemed to be
coming from my old room. Kristen and I went to the window and looked
inside.

Desi was lying on the bed facing the window. She had her eyes closed;
her skirt was up. She was holding her panties out of the way with one
hand and masturbating like crazy with the other. Bob was standing off
to her side with his back to us. His pants were around his knees and
he appeared to be masturbating as well. He was leaning against the bed
and making it bang against the wall.

We were both staring at Desi when she suddenly opened her eyes. It
took her a split second to focus on us. When she did, her eyebrows
raised, her eyes got big and she stopped her hand. Then she got a
defiant look on her face and started stroking herself once more.

Kristen and I both ducked away from the window at the same time, and
ran giggling toward the house.

When we got inside, I said, "We have to get the house cleaned up, but
it'll be at least noon and maybe later when they get here tomorrow. So
we'll have plenty of time in the morning. Would you like to watch TV
or something?"

She had a little twinkle in her eye when she put her hands on my
shoulders and said, "Well, let's see. First, you took me someplace and
showed me a dirty book. Then, we went to a sexy movie. After that, we
went to a restaurant and you got me a little drunk. Then you took me
home and we watched one of your ex-girlfriends trying to get herself
off in front of us. And now you ask me if I want to watch TV!"

Before I could say anything, she planted a big wet kiss on me and
said, "I'm going upstairs and grab a quick shower. If you can't find
anything good on TV, come on up and join me." And she walked towards
the stairs.

I followed one step behind her cute butt all the way up, and we got in
the shower together.

Kristen must have been eager, because she wasn't interested in
preliminaries. As soon as we toweled off, she went right to bed and
held her arms out to me. She got wet almost instantly and her first
orgasm wasn't far behind. I wasn't quite ready yet and she stayed with
me and even had another one shortly before I did.

We were lying there resting when I saw her reach down and touch
herself. My first climax had been a big one and my cum was all around
her opening. She touched herself again, the she said, "Pete, would you
bring me the towel and the mirror from the night stand?"

I got them for her, then watched her as she put the towel under her
and positioned the mirror in front of her pussy.

She spent quite a while looking at herself and watching my cum oozing
out of her. She pulled her outer lips apart and touched inside. At one
point, she tightened some muscles and we both watched as a large
dollop of semen appeared and ran down beneath her.

She said, "Boy there's a lot of that stuff! Does that much always come
out?"

I figured a little white lie wouldn't hurt, so I said, "Gosh no! It
only happens that way when I'm with you."

She raised her eyebrows a little, but I think she believed me (or, at
least she wanted to).

Then I got an idea. I said, "Did anyone ever do this?" before I gave
her a long, sensuous kiss. Then I slipped two fingers inside her,
placed my thumb on her clit, and moved my fingers inside her, looking
for her 'G-spot.'

She was staring at me with a curious look on her face, but when I
found her special place, she responded with a sharp intake of breath.
Then she lay back and closed her eyes.

It was amazing to watch her. When it would start to feel particularly
good, she would get an almost pained look on her face and begin to
tense up. So I would slow up and wait until she settled down. But,
every time she relaxed, it took less time to bring her back to that
anxious point again. Finally, it became obvious that she wanted to
come, so I brought her slowly to that point; then I stepped up the
pace and began rubbing harder and faster with both my fingers and my
thumb.

It was fun, and very sexy watching her react. Especially when she
tensed up violently, grabbed my wrist with both her hands and tried to
force me to move even faster! Then she moaned "Ooooohhhh" and came so
hard that it threw her body into a convulsion.

I grabbed her and held her until she quit shaking; the whole time, she
kept saying, "Oh Pete, Oh God," over and over.

I guess that's why I didn't see or hear Desi when she entered the
room.

I saw her first, and Kristen saw her a few seconds later. My first
response was to cover us, so I reached for the sheet, but Kristen
stayed my hand, and looked angrily at Desi. Then she got up, walked in
front of her and glared down at her.

Kristen is a good three inches taller than Desi and a lot more
muscular.
But Desi stood her ground. She looked around her at me and in an
almost heart-wrenching voice, asked, "Why didn't you do stuff like
that to me?"

I started to say something, but Kristen beat me to it. She snarled,
"If you don't get the fuck out of here, I'm gonna kick your ass!"

I was shocked! I had never heard Kristen talk like that, and Desi was
such a pitiful sight standing there, it made me a little angry! So I
ran over and got between them.

I started to talk to Desi, but I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was
Kristen and she was trying to brush me aside. I couldn't stand for
this, so I put my hands on Kristen's waist, picked her up, carried her
to the bed and set her down. Then I held my finger in her face and
said, "Don't you move!"

I looked at Desi, said, "Don't you move, either!" and slipped on my
pants and shirt.

Neither one of them said a word until I walked back over to Desi. She
was defiant, but she looked a little scared. I took her arm and was
leading her out the door when Kristen said, "Pete, uhh, where are
you --"

She was starting to climb off the bed, but I was concerned for Desi,
so I was probably a little gruff when I said to Kristen, "I told you
not to move!
I'm going to take Desi downstairs. Stay there till I get back!"

Desi and I went out the front door; that's when I stopped and put my
arms around her. I said, "Little one, you know that I love you, don't
you?"

She was trying to hold back tears as she sputtered, "Then why-why
don't you want to make love to me like you do the other girls?"

"Because, sweetheart, it isn't that kind of love. I love you like I do
Erin or my mom. You're like my sister. I just can't love you any other
way."

She started to say something else, but I stopped her and said, "Are
you going to be around in the morning?"

She looked up at me for several seconds, then nodded slightly.

I said, "I want you to go home now, but I'd like you to come back
around ten tomorrow, so we can talk about this. Okay?"

She stared at me again before she muttered a weak little "Okay," and
started walking toward her house. I watched her until I was sure she
was going home, and I turned to go back into the house. For a second,
I thought I saw a face in the window of Kate's bedroom, but it quickly
disappeared. I went back into the house, and this time, I locked the
door.

When I got back to the bedroom, Kristen was on the bed. But she didn't
look happy. I thought it best to ignore her, so I began taking my
clothes back off. Instead of throwing them on a chair, I thought I'd
hang them up, and as I was doing it, Kristen said, "You're really a
big guy, aren't you?"

I didn't answer.

"How tall are you?"

"Six three."

"What do you weigh?"

"Two-twenty, maybe two-twenty-five. Why all the questions?"

"I'm a big girl, and you lifted me up like I didn't weigh a thing. I
didn't realize you were that strong."

I sat on the bed next to her and said, "Yes, you are a big girl, much
too big to be picking on a little thing like Desi. You know she has a
crush on me, and instead of being understanding, you went after her
like a shark would have. One of the things I've always loved about you
is your empathy. You showed it with Amy and again with Della. Why not
with Desi?"

I'd thought Kristen might be cowed by what I said; instead, she
countered with, "Because those girls were broken. Both of them are on
the mend, and I'm not sure what kind of a challenge they'll be when
they recover; but Desi isn't broken. She may be a little younger than
you are, but she's not the little girl you seem to think she is. She's
becoming more of a woman every day, and one day soon, she's going to
come after you."

Something she said struck a note, and I said, "By the way, I never
asked you. How old are you?"

"I'll be nineteen in March."

"And you're concerned about a sixteen-year-old?"

"I'm concerned about anyone who wants to come between you and me."

I was surprised at her intensity when she said it, and I decided I'd
better change the subject before this turned into something
unpleasant. So I reached for her and said, "Well, instead of someone
coming between you, how about if someone comes IN you?" And I eased
her on her back.

I think both of us wanted to put what just happened behind us, because
it wasn't long at all before we were kissing and rubbing each other. I
started thinking about her as I rubbed her 'G-spot,' so I was soon
wearing a substantial hard-on. Kristen had her hand on it and was
stroking me when she stopped with no warning. 

She said, "Pete, what you did to me with your fingers was fantastic.
I'm not going to ask you how or where you learned to do it right now,
but is there more?"

"Why? Do you need more?"

"Yes! I want to experience it all! I'm older than you, but sometimes I
feel like a kid around you. Is there more you can show me? C'mon, it's
still early and it's our last night here."

I was secretly pleased that she thought I was such an experienced
lover, so I tried to fill the role. I said, "Yes, there's a lot more.
Why don't we get the box in the closet and see what's in it."

I brought it to the bed and we began to go through it. It had
everything I  had ever seen or heard of, and some things I hadn't.

I watched Kris as she looked at things. She knew about the obvious
ones, like the dildos and vibrators, and she just glanced at them and
put them aside, but the creams and ointments seemed to interest her.
When she found a couple of butt plugs and one of them had a remote
battery, she looked at them with amazement and said, "What are these?"

I tried to look wise, but it felt stupid, so I said, "Maybe I'll show
you later."

Then, in the bottom of the box, she found some ball gags, a couple of
velvet hoods, several pairs of cloth-covered handcuffs, a huge black
strap-on dildo and two smaller boxes. We opened one and it was full of
clothespins, clamps, and several strings of beads. The other box held
some lengths of tubing, a rubber bulb thing that looked like a turkey
baster and a complicated-looking chrome device.

Kristen picked it up, looked at it, shook her head and said, "It's a
speculum!" 

She was like a little girl when she looked up at me. She grinned and
said,
"It's a, pardon the expression, 'fucking treasure trove'!" before she
started laughing. Then she said, "Does all this stuff belong to Kate?"

Without thinking, I said, "I don't think so; it wasn't here before." I
was staring at the box as I spoke, and when I glanced up, she was
looking at me with a very sober expression.

She said, "Your mom said you spent the summer here. You've been
screwing Kate, haven't you?"

I reached for her, but she pulled away. 
I tried to think what to say, and failed utterly. Then, suddenly, Kris
was all over me, hugging, kissing and trying to apologize. When she
finally settled down, she said, "Oh Pete, I'm so sorry. It's just that
I'm so in love with you, it drives me crazy to think that you've been
with other women."

I said, "But Kristen, I --"

She held up her hand to stop me. Then she smiled in kind of a weak way
and said, "I know. You were a virgin when you met me. You learned
everything you know from the Internet."

I was a little upset, but I went along with her silly joke by saying,
"Exactly, now which one of these toys would you like to try?"

When this conversation started, I'd sported a hard-on. But it was gone
now, and the little guy was resting between my legs.

Kristen looked at my cock, licked her lips, and said, "I'd like to try
this one," before she took it in her hand and began playing with it.
It soon remembered that I was sitting next to a beautiful naked woman
and it rose to the occasion. She dropped her head to it and started
licking the end; then she went down on it and started bobbing her
head. In almost no time, I could feel myself getting ready, and I
guess she could too, because she looked up at me with an alarmed
expression. I expected her to pull her head back and watch me shoot in
the air, but she didn't. When I came, she stayed with it and I pumped
her mouth so full it ran out the sides. She didn't swallow; she just
waited until I stopped moving; then she pulled her head back and spit
into a towel.

Then she wiped her mouth and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, dear;
it's going to take me a while before I can swallow it. But I'll do
better next time."

I hugged her to me and said, "You did fine. Now, what can I do for
you? Do you want mild, wild, or a little of both?"

Instantly, she was like a little kid again, and she giggled as she
said, "Oh Pete! I want wild! As wild as you can make it! What are you
going to do?"

"Never mind, go downstairs and open a bottle of wine. I'll be ready
when you get back."

She bounded out of bed and I watched her sensational ass twitch as she
ran downstairs.

I quickly got up and took a ball-gag, both butt plugs and a couple of
vibrators into the bathroom. I found some alcohol in the medicine
cabinet and wiped everything off. Then I washed everything in soapy
water and laid them on a towel inside the cabinet to dry.

I was waiting in bed when Kristen got back. She had not only poured us
some wine; she had cut up some Brie and put it on a plate with some
crackers and a few grapes.

We enjoyed the wine and some of the cheese and crackers, but I could
tell Kristen's mind wasn't on the food. Every few minutes, she kept
looking around to see what I had done while she was gone.

Finally, she got up and looked in the bathroom. But she didn't see
anything, so she came back and sat down. She was grinning when she
looked at me and started to ask what was going on, but I held up my
finger and said "Shhh!"

We finished the snack stuff, and I moved slowly and deliberately as I
gathered things up and set them on the dresser. I made sure the bed
was straightened up and the sheets were folded back. Then I went into
the bathroom and brought back two large towels. I asked her to stand
up and I lay them neatly on the bed. I handed Kris her wine glass and
we had a sip; then I took the glass from her and had her lay down on
the towels.

Her eyes were glued to me while this was going on, but I pretended not
to notice. After she was settled, I reached for the handcuffs. One by
one, I shackled first her hands to the headboard, then her ankles to
the footboard. I noticed when I snapped them closed that there were
marks on the wood, as though someone had done this before.

She watched me as I did this, and never balked or said a word.

I made sure everything was snug on Kris, but not so tight that she
would be uncomfortable. Her arms were straight out from her shoulders
and her legs were spread very wide.

Kristen was watching me with a slight smile. It changed to a look of
curiosity when I went to the bathroom and returned with my hands
behind me. I lightly kissed her nose, then gave her a deep kiss on the
lips. She returned it with emotion.

I put my head close to her and asked in a low growl, "How  much do you
want to learn, sweetheart?"

She was already shaking when she answered, "Oh Pete, show me
everything!"

"Everything? Are you sure?"

She nodded rapidly and looked at me with anticipation.

Then her look changed to surprise, as I showed her the ball gag. She
looked at it, then at me. She clearly wasn't sure about this, so I
just held it in front of her, until she slowly opened her mouth. The
gag was so big that we spent over a minute getting it all the way in.
When it was seated, and the band was behind her neck, Kris lay there
blinking and making "Mmmfff" noises.

I kissed her once on the cheek; then I pulled one of the velvet hoods
over her head.

She was lying still, but her body was tense, so I leaned close and
whispered, "Don't worry, my love. I won't hurt you."

I think the word "hurt" triggered something, because I saw her tense
for a second, then try to relax, but she wasn't entirely successful.
That made me even more determined to be gentle with her.

Sylvia and I had talked about this, and she said that if I just let
someone lie there in the dark for a while, her mind would start
working, and things would get more intense. So I went to the box, took
out several of the bottles and brought them over by the light to study
them.

One label was marked "Heat". The instructions said that it was a
warming fluid, and would impart a pleasant warming feeling to anything
it touched. Another was a numbing fluid for "Lasting Pleasure".
Several others were flavored oils. I grabbed them all and put them on
the nightstand; then I headed back to the bathroom and retrieved the
toys I'd cleaned. 

I set them on the nightstand; then I kissed Kristen on one of her
breasts and said, "I'll be right back."
She was again making noises like "Mmmfff" as I ran downstairs and
filled a bowl with ice cubes.

When I got back, I kneeled down next to the bed, and watched Kristen
moving around nervously. I caressed her breast; then I touched my
tongue to one of her nipples. Her body jerked in response, so I began
working on her breasts in earnest. I kissed them, licked them and
sucked each nipple until it was hard as a pebble. Kris moaned when I
went to her pussy and sucked on both of her outer lips. I slowly
licked under and around them until she began to shudder and try to
hump my tongue. By the time I got to her clit, she was constantly
moaning and jerking at the restraints. Her first orgasm arrived in
just a few minutes and her body turned the rich red shade that I loved
so much. But I didn't let her relax; I immediately put two fingers
inside her vagina and began massaging her while I lightly touched her
clit. The second orgasm was larger and longer lasting, and rich
smelling fluid started running from her sex. I put my hand on it and
rubbed her vagina until my hand was thoroughly wet; then I slipped it
under the hood and spread it on her cheeks and around her nose.

She was quivering, jerking her body around, and making noises through
the gag, so I leaned close and growled, "More?"

She began nodding like crazy, so I bent down and gently bit each of
her nipples.

It must have been a shock, because she recoiled for a minute; then she
tried to force her upper body up so I could do it again.

But I had other plans. There were several vibrators. So I picked up a
small one and turned it on. But I didn't touch her with it; I lay it
on the pillow next to her head. I knew she could hear it and feel the
vibrations, and I wanted to distract her. There were two more. One was
large and long; the other was a little smaller, but it was a double.
It had a large tube on top and a smaller one just below it, for double
penetration.

I took the largest one and began rubbing it around her breasts, then
for a time on each nipple. Then down to her sex and around her mound.
Every so often, I would touch it to her clit. When I did, she would
jerk and moan. Then I turned both of them off and let her rest for a
moment  while I opened the jar of "Heat."

I poured some on my hand, and almost immediately, I could feel it
start to get warm. I waited for at least a minute, but the fluid
didn't get uncomfortably hot on me, so I spread it around her mound
and outer lips. She was moaning constantly now and seemed to enjoy the
sensation, so I put some more on my fingers and began rubbing around
her anus. She jerked a little when I first touched the opening, so I
stopped and just held my finger there. When she settled down, I poured
a few more drops directly on my finger and slipped it in to the first
knuckle. She jerked violently this time and tried to pull her body
away from my finger, but I held it there for a few seconds before I
removed it.

I stood up and watched her as the fluid started to work; then I went
in and washed my hands.

When I returned, Kris was moving around faster and faster as the
ointment got warmer. I could see that she was trying to come, but she
apparently needed some more stimulation, so I turned on the large
vibrator and slid it into her vagina.

She went wild! She thrashed around, jerked even harder at the
restraints, and made animal noises under the gag. Then she began
coming.

It was amazing to watch. Her body turned even redder and drops of
perspiration began popping up all over her. Finally, she twisted her
body
like a pertzel and began shuddering. I figured that she'd had enough
for one session, so I removed the vibrator and started toweling her
off.

I wiped her upper body and torso. The area between her legs was
completely soaked, so I put my arm around her body, in order to lift
her and wipe beneath her. When I did, her vagina pushed out as though
it was trying to turn inside out, and a small stream of fluid ran from
her. 

She was still coming!

I touched her distended vulva and she tried to engulf my hand. I had
never seen anyone so worked up. Heat was radiating from her, and her
rich aroma engulfed me. She was definitely not finished. I reached
over, grabbed a few ice cubes, and held them directly over the opening
of her sex. Every time a drop of melt-water would land, her body would
jerk, she would moan and more fluid would appear. I lowered my hand
until the back of it was resting on her mound, and the melting ice was
running off and soaking her. Suddenly, she forced her body up as far
as it would go to meet my hand, so I turned it over and forced several
cubes deep inside her.

The noises coming from her were scary. It wasn't loud -- the ball gag
ensured that -- but it was a cross between a growl and a moan. The
cubes melted almost at once, but she continued moaning for a few
seconds; then the tension seemed to leave her body and she stopped
moving. I began to be concerned, so I held her for a few minutes.

When she was quiet for a while, I said, "Enough?"

She nodded weakly, so I pulled off the hood and removed the ball gag.
Her face was awash with sweat and her hair was stuck to her head. She
started working her jaw around to relax the muscles, as I unlocked the
handcuffs.

When I'd finished removing everything, I looked at her. She hadn't
said anything the entire time it took me to free her, and when I
looked into her eyes, I don't think I'd ever seen such intensity. They
were twin, shiny black marbles, and were almost scary.

I kissed her lightly on the forehead and said, "Would you like to rest
for a minute?"

She nodded, and turned her head away from me.

I sat and looked at her for a moment. Then she turned back to me and
said, "More."

I reached over and turned off the lamp on the nightstand; then I hit
the switch for the curtains. As they slid closed, the light in the
room was slowly reduced to almost total darkness.

I moved on top of her and as my cock returned to full hardness, I
kissed her. Her lips and whole upper body were wet with perspiration
and felt hot to the touch, but she grabbed me and pulled me to her, so
that my body was pressing her into the mattress. My tongue was deep
inside her mouth and I licked inside her lips and sucked on her
tongue.

She began to move her body against me, so I moved my body up, and in
one slow smooth motion, slid my penis into her until I felt it touch
bottom.

She murmured, "Oh God, yessss," and I began to move in and out. Her
pussy was incredibly hot and slippery. But my cock felt bigger than I
could ever remember, and I used long even strokes to bring her to her
next orgasm. By now, I also should have come, but I was so intrigued
by trying to make this memorable for her that I felt like I could go
on  forever.

At one point, I increased my motion, and she wrapped her legs around
me and tried to ride me as I pounded into her, but I guess the
pressure was too much on her cervix, because she quickly unwound her
legs and pushed me away slightly.

She was coming almost constantly now, but they weren't big ones, and
finally, she stopped and asked if we could rest for a minute.

I pulled out of her and lay back.

In a voice I could barely hear, she said, "Thirsty," so I felt around
until I found her wine glass and handed it to her.

She downed it in one gulp, and I asked, "More?"

She shook her head and said, "Water."

I opened the shades a little so I could see, and got her a large glass
of water from the bathroom. When I returned, she had pulled herself up
into a sitting position and was leaning against the headboard. I
handed her the glass and she drank almost all of it; then she poured
some into her hand and wiped her face.

I said, "Wait! Let me." 

I hurried to the bathroom to get a wet washcloth and a towel. After
that, I wiped her face, neck and around her breasts and blotted her
dry.

She was so quiet while I was doing it I got a little concerned. So,
when I finished, I asked, "Are you okay?"

Her face was sober and very intense when she answered. She said, "I
want you to come on me. I want you to come on my face and chest and
all over me. I want you to do it now!"

My hard-on had receded, but it was back in an instant. I reached for
one of the scented oils; then I lifted her hand and poured some in it.

She got the idea and slathered my erection until it was covered. I
took her hand and wiped it between her breasts; then I pushed Kris
down flat onto the bed and straddled her with my hard-on on her chest.
Then I guided Kristen's hands to the sides of her beautiful tits, and
pushed them together until my cock was captured between them. Once she
pressed them around my organ, I started tit-fucking her.

The sight was what Vince would call, "wicked hot." Kristen's eyes were
like saucers as she gazed down her nose watching my cock as it slid up
and down. It was so sexy looking that I could soon feel myself getting
ready. Then she pushed even harder on her breasts to increase the
friction and I began to come.

I saw stars while my semen flew everywhere. It splashed all over her
throat and chin, a lot wound up on her face, and some even landed in
her hair.

She cried out and stiffened as though she had also come, and began
smearing it all over herself. One hand was spreading it on her chest
and  stomach, while the other was rubbing it all over her face.

Then she started licking her hands and whimpering.

It was so erotic I couldn't stand it. My dick was as hard as it was
when I started, so I flipped her over, pulled her butt up and slammed
into her pussy from behind. I quickly realized it was hurting her, so
I slowed down a little. I don't know how long we went on that way, but
she never seemed to tire. She would grab my thighs and try to pull me
deeper into her, but as soon as I did, I would hit her cervix and she
would cry out in pain.

Finally, I was beginning to tire, so I began to slow up. But when I
did, she would grab me and try to force me to speed up again. After a
while, I realized I'd better do something to give her a big finish or
I'd be here all night. I reached over and got the battery-powered,
vibrating butt plug.

Her rosebud was right in front of me and she was straining so hard it
was pushed out a little. We were covered with our juices, so I wet my
thumb and began touching her in and around her anus. Every time I
would hold it on the opening for a moment, she would make a deep,
guttural moaning sound. I timed my moves in such a way that, when I
would go deep into her, I would push my thumb in a little farther. I
finally got it in up to the first knuckle and I left it there. I
noticed that she was starting to get worked up again, so after a
minute, I began to slowly pull it out. She tried to back up, so she
wouldn't lose the sensation, but I pulled it out and quickly slipped
in the butt plug.

The plug is bigger than my thumb, but it's smooth, and it went in
quite a ways. She knew something was different, but she didn't know
what it was, and she hesitated to meet my thrusts. But after another
minute, she began again, this time with renewed vigor. I knew it was
now or never, so I began really driving into her as I hit the
vibrating switch.

Her whole body seized up; then she let out a blood-curdling scream and
started coming.

The muscles in her vagina tightened so much that it was like a velvet
glove on my cock. The sensation made me come enough to flood her
insides.
 
A split second later, she threw herself from under me, turned on her
back and started clawing at the plug. When she got hold of it, she
yanked it out and threw it across the room.

It took her a while to quiet down, and for a few seconds, she lay
there humping as though I was still in her. I remembered having seen
Kate do that once, and for some reason, it was wildly erotic to me.
But I was bushed, so I just lay back and watched until Kristen stopped
moving.

Finally, we both lay there quietly. I was in a good mood; because I
thought I had done a great job of giving pleasure to someone I loved.

I heard a strange noise coming from the corner of the room for a time
before I realized that it must be the butt plug vibrating. I chuckled
to myself while I got up and turned it off. When I turned back,
Kristen was just closing the door to the bathroom. I waited for her to
come out, but I heard the shower go on, so I went in and asked, "Hey,
you need someone to wash your back?"

I was cheerful because I thought she'd invite me to join her. But the
voice that came back was subdued as she said, "I'll be out in a few
minutes."

I went back to the bedroom, gathered up all the toys and picked the
sodden towels off the bed. I put the unused toys back in the box; then
I took the vibrators and things and put them on the counter in the
bathroom so I could clean them up before I put them away.

Kristen was drying herself, and she turned her back to me when I
entered the room.

I went back to the bedroom and opened a window to let the room air
out, and Kristen came out wrapped in a towel. I expected her to come
to me. Instead, she went to the window and stared out into the dark.

I went to her and when I tried to touch her, she shrank from me.

I said, "Kristen, what's the matter?"

"I-I'm frightened. No, it's worse than that -- I'm terrified."

"Of what?" I implored.

She turned from the window to me and her eyes were now blazing. She
almost screamed when she said, "OF YOU! How do you know these things?!
Where did you learn them?! And more importantly, how did you know what
to do to me!?"

In shock, I said, "But Kristen, didn't you like what I did?"

She was crying now. I tried to hold her, but she wouldn't let me.
Finally, I just wrapped my arms around her and pulled her to me.

As soon as I did, she clutched me to her and began sobbing, so I
picked her up in my arms and held her like a baby. After a few
minutes, she began to seem heavy, so I walked to a window and put my
foot on a low stool that was below it. I was still holding Kris, but
most of her weight was now supported on my leg. When she finally quit
crying, she looked at me and said, "Pete, I love you."

"I know, dear; I love you too. We have to talk about this. I don't
want you to be afraid of me. What we did tonight was make love. I only
did what I thought would make you feel good. When you feel good, I
feel good, too."

"But Pete, how do you know exactly how to please me?! What we just did
was the most intense experience of my life. It was absolutely
wonderful, but it was also shattering. It was beyond anything I've
even fantasized about. Sometimes, I wonder if you're human. You seem
to know my every thought and feeling. Why, look at you now! You've
been holding me for a long time and you don't even look tired. I know
you're big and strong, but no-one is that strong."

I didn't want to tell her that I was cheating, and that her weight was
actually being supported by the stool, so I just said, "Kristen, I
could hold you forever. If you say the word, I'll never put you down."

I was enjoying the 'Macho' image she seemed to have of me, and I
thought what I said was clever. But it didn't have quite the effect I
thought it would.

She said, "Oh Pete, I've never felt as loved or so safe as I do right
now and it's scary. My dad and my brother are never home and after Mom
died, and Grandpa left for Italy, I've been pretty much alone. I had a
boyfriend for a while, but he was never supportive, and I've learned
to deal with being my own person. Then you came along. I know you've
heard the expression, 'I was swept off my feet.' Well, I was! At
first, figuratively, and now, literally! You completely blew me away.
And you still do! So, if I tend to get a little nuts once in a while,
it's because I'm so crazy about you. But something about you terrifies
me. I'm afraid I'm going to look up one day and you'll be gone." 

My mind was reeling! I came here to have a good time with a terrific
girl, but this was more than I had bargained for. This girl was truly
in love! I liked her an awful lot, but it sounded like she wanted a
commitment! Was I ready for that? What about Amy? Was I ready to give
her up forever?

It was too much for me to decide right now, and my leg was getting
numb. So I carried my darling so-called woman-of-the-world Kristen to
the bed and gently set her down.

When she looked up at me, there was such need in her eyes that I
couldn't say anything negative, so I kissed her and I may have made a
mistake!

I told her that I loved her and that I'd never leave her.

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