Don't do this to yourself. The absolute best way
to read my is through my website where
there are nice pictures and everything!!!
Go to http://www.asstr.org/~Crystal
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
Authors name: Crystal Brooks title : Mommy's
----------------------------------------------------- -= This work is
copyrighted to the author © 2000. = Please do not remove the author
information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to
noncommercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites.
Thank you for your consideration.
Angels Awakening By Crystal
Angel smiled to herself as she watched the flame in the fireplace begin
to take the fresh log. The flame flicked under the piece of wood from the
starter log behind it. Flicking, she told herself, flicking. Much like
the touch of a finger, or perhaps a tongue.
The new scented candles loosed an interesting relaxing smell that mixed
comfortably with the music drifting through the room.
She poured the chilled wine into a long-stemmed glass and sat down near
the fire. The fire warmed her through her new white dress. It felt good.
Her workday had been productive although routine, but it wasn't work or
business that held her thoughts there beside the fire. It was the evening
The wine was good to the taste, it's bouquet fine and correct. She
sipped it and thought of the woman coming to visit. Her smile kissed the
rim of her wineglass as she pictured the evening to come. Would Kate make
the first move, she wondered? Or would it be better for her to act first?
Neither of them had ever had a woman as a lover. They had shared that
admission. Would they really do it? Could they?
How quickly one can discover such things, she told herself sitting there
remembering. How quickly when two people with a common, unsatisfied
interest get to know each other. She had liked Kate immediately. They had
become fast friends over quick lunches and laughs at the computer in the
office. A few drinks, a few phone calls, maybe too many drinks one
particular night, but once they began to talk, their feeling just simply
poured out to each other. The ideas and the suggestions followed soon
Angel sipped her wine by the fire and told herself she had no doubt that
she would act, she would make love to Kate, she would fuck her in all of
the ways she had imagined and fantasized about, provided, of course, that
Kate was willing. Would she be, really be willing, even after all the talk
and shared fantasies? Would she be? Angel intended to find out.
The antique clock in the living room struck eight and for some reason
Angel was reminded of something she had intended to do. The comfort, the
gray comfort she'd bought last year, it was in the hall closet, she
thought. She wanted to find it and use it beside the fireplace with Kate.
She could spread it on the floor for a nice place to play. If she had it
handy beside the sofa, she wouldn't have to go looking for it later. She
got up and sat her wine on the hearth, careful not to sit it so close that
the nice chill would be disturbed. The walk down the hall told her just
how wet her had become sitting beside the fire. With no for
hindrance her warm juices had already begun to flow down the inside of each
of her thighs. The wetness made her wiggle a bit as she walked.
The hall closet was packed with stored clothing and boxes, but she knew
the gray comfort was there somewhere. With the door wide open, she
squatted there to look low behind the hanging clothes. The moment she
squatted the signals arrived: very excited pussy, very excited clit. With
her legs and knees open, her was completely uncovered and open
beneath the dress. Spotting the comfort she pulled it near her but didn't
rise. There was no hesitation at all as her index finger slid softly up
the full length of her swollen, wet pussy, no hesitation as the finger
found the throbbing nub of her clit, no hesitation as the wet finger
painted circles there, teasing, playing, promising.
The doorbell startled her and she rose, almost tripping over the comfort
folded at her feet. She reached down and grabbed it before walking quickly
and wetly toward the front door. She turned in the den doorway and looked
in at the fireplace. Nice fire, she told herself, as she tossed the
comfort on the floor beside the leather chair. A few more steps and she
was at the door. Opening it, she found Kate.
Kate stood there smiling, her eyes fixed and relaxed, the short black
dress she wore was not possibly more than six inches below her crotch.
Angel smiled back completing their smile greeting. No words. As much as
they had chattered and laughed, now they couldn't or wouldn't speak. But
neither of them broke the silence, or their smiles. Angel simply stepped
back from the doorway and let Kate walk by into the house. The scent of
her perfume hung subtly in the air as she passed, reminding Angel of the
wetness chilling on her inner thighs. Kate walked down the hall with
Angel's eyes devouring her every move, every curve, every flex of her body
beneath the tight black dress.
No words passed between them as they found themselves at the breakfast
bar, perhaps six feet from the fireplace, amidst the candles' scent and the
waif of the music winding through the dim light of the den. Angel poured
Kate some wine into a matching glass before refilling her own. They both
sipped and smiled at each other, both wondering, it appeared, whether or
how it all would begin.
It began when Angel reached out and touched Kate's face lightly with her
fingertips. Her long slender fingers moved lightly over Kate's left cheek,
down along the line of her jawbone, around the gentle angle of her chin,
upward slowly to her lips. Kate's smile parted and the tip of her tongue
greeted Angel's fingertips. The touch of the tongue sent shutters down
Angel's back, down over her ass, down each of her legs, down into the
floor, she thought. She closed her eyes and took in a deep breath. She
didn't see Kate step closer, move against her body, place her face only
inches away. When Angel's eyes opened they found Kate's.
Kate kissed her then. Softly, gently. Neither of the two of them had
ever kissed another woman on the lips. Not like this. But there was no
hesitation, no fumbling. Kate's tongue moved easily into Angel's mouth and
found a receptive playmate. Their arms entwined and they took each other,
arms finding places to hold, hands wanting to roam but waiting, lips
pushing harder against lips, sharing breath and quiet moans.
"Come with me," Angel whispered, reluctantly breaking the kiss but
wanting, wanting everything.
Angel took Kate's hand and led her to the middle of the floor directly
in front of the fireplace. The gray comfort was only two steps away and
was found easily. It was spread with a bit of a flourish as Kate watched
No more words were necessary as they resumed the embrace, the kiss, the
touch. Angel hands were at the small of Kate's back, gathering the dress,
raising it as they kissed. Fingers discovered bare skin where might have been. They moved downward, fingernails grazing over the soft,
firm skin, grazing downward until they cupped the cheeks of her ass. Kate
responded in kind until they both possessed the other's ass, possessed it
with their hands, coming to know it as they had hoped.
It was something of a lovers' dance when they lifted each other's dress,
swaying to the music as they were, kissing, licking, tasting as they went,
dresses rising higher, skin finding skin, soft tuffs of hair finding their
match, nipples finally finding nipples. Upward each dress went, over each
head and off, until they were naked in kind, naked together.
Knees bent and they went down on the comfort, Kate on her back, Angel on
her side. The kiss was broken. The moment was for touching and exploring
and feeling. Eyes held eyes but wandered to see, to learn.
Angel gently took Kate's hand from her and move it away.
"Please," she whispered, reaching for the wine glass forgotten on the
hearth above her.
As Kate watched, Angel took a sip of the wine and leaned down to kiss
and share. Her tongue moved inside her new lover's mouth, tasting of wine,
cool white wine mixed with white-hot passion. Her mouth moved from Kate's
lips and began to kiss slowly down her neck, the tip of her cool tongue
tracing lines over the soft skin, downward over the collarbone, downward in
irregular patterns over her upper chest, her breast. Kate watched again as
Angel took more wine in her mouth, watched the mischievous smile descend to
her nipples, felt the cool tongue again, cooler now, taking each of her
nipples, painting cool circles around them as they grew and hardened.
More wine; more circles. More kisses. More gentle sucking. Kate's
eyes closed and she drifted into the blackness of the sensations.
Angel embraced the thrill of experience. The rush of it made her mind
race with things she wanted to do, things she wanted to feel and taste, but
she reminded herself to be patient, to be patient as a good lover must.
With wineglass in hand she left Kate's nipples and began to let her tongue
travel downward over the smooth belly, around and inside the pouting navel,
downward further over the freshly shaped pubic hair, downward until her
mouth and tongue could tease the smooth upper thighs in front of her. The
thighs parted for her in invitation. Angel smiled and shifted her
position, moving between those thighs as they parted, wine glass still in
hand as she took in her first close view of a place she had never visited,
a woman's pussy, Kate's pussy.
Kate was beautiful, she told herself, beautiful. Her lips were
shining in the candle light, wet, swollen, thick, wanting to be opened and
pleased. Kate was shaven there between her legs, so smooth and clean. The
tuft of brown pubic hair was left above, completing such an enticing
picture, perhaps its triangular shape was a simple beacon to what resided
at the small triangle's apex.
Looking up, Angel saw Kate watching her. Their eyes met and held as
Angel tipped the wineglass slightly and let the cool liquid drip onto the
hood covering Kate's clit. Kate flinched with a bit of a start but then
settled feeling the wine run down her pussy, between the cheeks of her ass,
and onto the comfort below her.
Now, Angel told herself, yes. She leaned forward until she was on her
stomach, forward until her warm breath met the chill of the wine on Kate's
skin, forward until she could touch her with her tongue if she wanted.
Kate felt the first touch of Angel's tongue at the base of her pussy,
low between her legs. The touch of the tongue was so light, so faint, but
yet so distinct as it slowly began to rise upward over her pussy, spreading
her lips, opening her. She took in a deep breath and heard herself sigh as
the tongue entered her. And the tongue fucked her, a woman's tongue, a
tongue like no other that had ever touched her there, touched her pussy.
And the tongue licked her, licked her gently like no other tongue had. So
different, so good. Her hips moved to find the tongue, to fuck back, to
get involved, but the tongue avoided her and moved up to find her clit. It
flicked over her there, over her clit, over and around her clit, making her
throb harder and swell.
Angel slid a finger inside Kate as she made love to her clit. With the
wine and saliva and juices running down her, it was just a matter of
doing it to slide a finger in her ass as well. Two fingers filled Kate,
two fingers fucked her, as Angel on her clit harder.
Kate came then, her hips rising up to get everything she could, to
receive, to take, just to somehow get everything. Angel left her clit and
dropped her mouth lower to lick and suck away the juices that flowed around
her finger in Kate's pussy. The fingers in Kate's and ass held
themselves still as they were gripped and released, then gripped and
released again in the spasm of an orgasm.
Angel listened to the whimper of her new lover as she moved her face
back and let her fingers slowly withdraw. She slowly kissed her way up the
body below her, Kate's body, until she found the mouth she wanted to kiss.
They kissed quietly in the dim light and mellow music because they
didn't need to speak. And they had the night in front of them, all of it.