awakening 4


I didn't think I'd continue with my story, but a few things have happened lately that made me reconsider. One, Cleo ( the woman who helps me write this ) got so many responses asking what has happened since the get-go stories, that she persuaded me to continue. Secondly, my extreme behavioural and personality alteration are something I'm still trying to understand. I've gone from a meek, naïve fiddling creature who thought sex was just something that made you have to clean-up afterward, to someone who will try almost anything - and can't seem to get enough pecker. See how I talk now ? Previously, I didn't use Word like tool, shtup, etc. Now, I think about it most of the meter. Randy is the one mostly responsible for this drastic change in me. Whether I love him or not, I don't know, but I just can't seem to get enough of his wonderful cock.

One of the question lector asks Cleo has been, did I leave my husband ? Yes, I did. I've been with Randy for two month now, following him to NY after he enticed me into leaving my married man of six age. I just left a line saying I'd met someone, and that Stu shouldn't try to see me. I didn't even have the guts to do it face-to-face. So call me gens. I deserve it. My fellowship is so pissed they won't talk to me, and all my old friend think I'm nuts, leaving a handsome guy like Stu for a big sloughy cook like Randy. Maybe I am screwball, but sex with Stu was like eating a dirt sandwich, and him being the only man I'd ever slept with, I never even knew what I was missing. Randy came along with that Pakistani detritus poppycock he put in my drinkable one evening before he commenced fucking me like an creature all Night. After I'd had a taste of it though, I'd gone back for more. ( Awakenings 1-3 ). I was never the Same after that. I speak of what happened in my other stories.

Randy and I fuck two, three metre a day - everyday ! I'll base on balls into the elbow room totally unaware, and suddenly I'm jerked around, shoved facedown over the back of a put or chair, and his big cock is slamming into me before I'm even ready. It makes small divergence to Randy which hole he enters - well, to either of us I suppose. Sometimes, he'll just walk up to me while I'm reading material or watching TV, pull his cock out, wrap his mitt in my hair and stuff it down my throat so far I can feel pubic tomentum against my rim. I revel in his brutality, the anxiety of possible suffocation, the way he shudders when he climaxes, and most of all, its discernment. I love it all. I don't know if Randy is a sex nut or just over-sexed, but he told me he's been this way since he was XIII. He said that even at an early age, he'd jerk-off a dozen fourth dimension a day. He admitted he still does sometimes. Anyway, my libido is totally in ascendance of me these days and yes, I've already cheated on Randy. It wasn't my fault though.

Randy's day off is Thursday, so we usually wait to use that"junk"clobber until Wed Night. That way we'll have a day to recover before he returns to knead on Friday. Believe me, we need it too. After six or eight orgasms, we are sore, fatigued, and totally exhausted for at least 24 hours. The relaxation of the week, we fuck without using Randy's dust. Even at that, we're still doing it at least a couple times a Night. When there are league in town Randy has to figure out late, getting up before morning several daylight in a row. During those day, we abstain from rigorous sex. Being accustomed to regular sex almost day-by-day, by the second or thirdly day without it I'm climbing the walls. I practically attack him when he comes home plate on that conclusion day. A couple hebdomad ago, he had to refund to Washington, D.C. ( the like place we just left ) for a week-long cooking family. That's when I did it. Fucked mortal else, I mean. He knows about it now and still loves me, so I can pen about it. I was scared to destruction for a spell, though. I think he may also take cheated with person while he was gone, and maybe felt a little hangdog because of it. Anyway, all is fine now. By the way, he reads my floor here ! He loves ‘ em !

There's a common with a lake, near our condo. Randy and I walk there sometimes and I jog around the lake during the days Randy whole caboodle. We were walking and feeding the ducks one evening and I noticed a group of men near one of the can. I commented about it and Randy said if I needed to use the crapper, to use one on the former slope of the lake, nearer to the main route. He said these men were just a bunch of perverts. He went on to explain about glory-holes and all that, which I found really uncanny - but kind of exciting, too. He admitted that he'd frequently gone to glory holes when he was younger, but quit visiting them because he'd been scared of getting a disease. The next day, I researched glory holes on the computing machine - and boy was I stunned ! The world-class thing I saw was a jolly blonde with a black member about the size of Randy's, stuck down her throat. She looked as if she were loving it. I'd never seen a calamitous penis before. There were lashings of them on that web site, others too. I got so activated I jumped Randy's bones as soon as he walked in that evening !

well, about the third or quarter day he was gone to that cooking class in D.C., I was already climbing the bulwark I wanted it so bad. The vibrator he bought for us didn't do a thing to relieve my frustration, so I jogged good morning and good afternoon. That didn't help much either. I was up to three land mile on my regular jog around the lake when I had the impulse to pee, really badly. The only if people in slew were two Hispanic American guys shooting wicket at the basketball court, and one sometime black man sitting on a parking lot bench, a means down the engine block. I quickly ducked into the restroom sphere, but was confronted by a mark on the noblewoman room door saying it was closed for mend. Desperate, I looked around carefully and then hurried inside the men's toilet. There were several urinals and three stalls. The first stall also had an out of purchase order foretoken on the door and the last one was for disabled persons. I used the one in the center. There were holes in each rampart of the specialise stalling ; pictures of penises, pussies, mammilla, stuff and nonsense like that drawn all over the wall. I sat down and piddle like a fount for a bit or two, figure of speech flooding my already horny mind about all the thing that had happened there. The place even smelled like sex. As I reached for some tissue paper to clean house up, I heard stride at the presence door. I froze, lifting my feet so they couldn't be seen from outside.

Someone came in and entered the disable stalling. measured not to be seen through the cakehole, I leaned forward and peeked through it. It was the older black man I'd before seen sitting on the park bench. He stood there for a moment before he began peeing. His cock was really big. Every bit as large as Randy's, but also unlike. trusted it was inkiness, but Randy is circumcised and this guy wasn't. It was the first uncut cock I'd ever seen, even on the figurer. He kept pulling the foreskin back to break its diadem, and then easing it back over the tip as he pissed. It looked like the large blackened Snake I'd once see as a kid. I suddenly realized my mouth was filled with cotton and I was constantly licking my lips. I'd never seen a man pee before. He finally finished, shook that meaty disastrous matter a few prison term - and then began to slowly stroke it. He turned to front me, his peter steadily growing harder as he pulled his foreskin back and Forth over the Brobdingnagian spongy Crown. I felt that eye in its tip was staring straight at me. Swallowing grueling, attempting to breathe through my half-open mouth, I was trembling all over.

I thought, my god, he knows I'm watching !

He didn't say anything but he moved closer to the wall, pulling his foreskin all the way back to expose the subdued head - holding it there. Transfixed, I stared at the thick stopcock jerking and throbbing only a few inches from my brass. Suddenly, my mouth wasn't dry anymore. It was watering. I could not do this, I told myself, remembering Randy's words of warning. There were awful diseases out there, some that could kill you. Besides, that nasty matter might be nasty. .. maybe smell bad, too. I leaned closer to the opening. So did he. There was a sort out drop of nectar on its tip, silver, glistening, making my mouth piss even more. I was so close to the hole that he must've seen my lip, for he shoved that big deep brown mind all the way through the opening night. Without even thinking about it I stuck out my glossa and - licked that drop away - lovingly closing my mouth entirely over its principal - swooning with joy. How does one explain the Brobdingnagian enjoyment of having a warmly cock inside one's mouth ? It's electrifying, comforting, and extremely exciting, all at the Sami time. I was in heaven.

The stall was so narrow I could comfortably sit on the toilet can to accommodate him. I nibbled gently at the loose prepuce, enjoying that new experience. Then, I slid my wet lips softly around-and-around on the head before licking down its entire length, then back up to the tip again. Reaching through the porta, I found his large balls and eased them through the fix. With his thick rooster already in the blank space, the enceinte Negro dismission barely fit through the orifice. Imagining them to be of a rich coffee flavor, I gently sucked each nut into my rima oris, savoring his oink of joy. I licked back up the orotund vein on the rear of the meaty organ, and then forced my oral fissure down over the slurred head, taking as a great deal of it as I could brook. Choking, I momentarily backed off to beguile my breath, and then immediately forced my headspring back down on it. He just let me work, not moving a muscle, grunting and sighing every once in a while when it felt really good. I could sense his midst vena and rooftree as my back talk moved over them, the awesome crown pushing into my oesophagus, forcing my throat undefended wider and wider, unrelenting as it went deeper. Eventually, I got most of it into my tortured throat, feeling curly hair's-breadth against my face. I loved it. I began sucking in earnest, soaking up the small auditory sensation of pleasure he was making on the other side of the bulwark. This was where I belonged. If allowed, I could do it all day. I cupped his bollock in one pocket-size hand, gripping the pedestal of his peter with the other - in total control of the spot. I felt every ridge on his awesome stopcock, tasting his precious pre-cum, feeling his balls tighten as he neared release. Yes, yes, let me experience it all, my Einstein screamed. This add together stranger was going to floor his balls into my belly - and I wanted it. He came with a loud grunt - a long steady stream, warm, salty, hitting the roof of my oral cavity, coating my spit, sliding down the working muscles of my throat to pond in my soft belly. I was trembling so badly I nearly fell off the toilet stool, still holding onto his cock, licking, sucking and making love to it until he finally forced it from my mouth.

As I struggled to get my breathing under control, I sensed thin bowel movement behind me. Another cock protruded from the hole of the out-of-order stall. It was brownish, light and thicker, looking hard as teakwood. I thought it was probably one of the Hispanic American cat I'd seen playing hoops. I slid around on the stool and took it into my mouth, hearing a groan on the other side of the cut bulwark. I wanted more. I hadn't had nearly enough. Precum immediately filled my sass and I knew this one wouldn't last long. Something tapped the wall behind me and I looked. The fateful guy had his peter through the hole again. I didn't hesitate. Pulling my jogging short down to my knee, I backed up to it, pulled my vagina lips apart and slid them around the bloated psyche. Placing my hired hand against the wall in front of me, I pushed back against what felt like a fencing post attempting to accede me. It hurt. stretch, burning, forcing my vagina bulwark apart, assaulting my to the highest degree attendant part. The bloated head word finally gained unveiling and the burning at the stake got even worse as I forced myself backward, helping him profane me. The cock in my back talk suddenly exploded - gooey, rich, intoxicating. I swooned with pleasure. Most of that black fencepost was finally inside me and I began to sit it as more juices lubricated my pussy walls, helping him get even cryptical. Another cock replaced the first in the hole near my aspect, a Twin to the first gear one. I swallowed it.

I was fucking without sentiment, unconsciously floating, allowing both men to pound into my bequeath body. Holding my sassing open wide, I let that shaft gag me, steal my breath, threatening to render me unconscious. I didn't care. It all added to the absolute pleasure I was feeling. Bracing my hands against one wall, I pressed my ass flat against the yap in the early wall, letting the grim man slam into me without mercifulness, making my knees buckle as I quaked and trembled to each violent thrust. With no warning, I suddenly blew apart with my sexual climax, over and over, out of my fountainhead with the filth of it all, hot lava shooting into my vagina from behind, strangling on thick salty fluid running down my throat. Later, when I finally came to my sentience again, I was kneeling on the sticky privy floor, covered with sweat, hair hanging in my eyes, feeling completely used-up. No one else was around
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A pencil line lay near my left articulatio genus. Tues and Thursdays, is all it said.

I don't call back how I made it home, collapsing on my bed fully clothed, sleeping for hours. I awoke feeling ravaged, unsportsmanlike - and suddenly very scared. God, please don't let me deliver gotten something bad from those men, I pleaded. I'll never do that again. I promise. Please.

Randy called two mean solar day later and told me his class had been extended for a week due to a noted chef visiting the school from Common Market. Slammed by the news and growing hornlike daily, my declaration quickly weakened. I'd lie in bed at night after talking to Randy on the phone, fanaticizing about that waste afternoon in the men's restroom. I'd been assaulted for over an minute by three all over stranger, and finally thrown out like a used-up old whore. In essence, I'd been royally fucked and totally fulfill for the first clip since Randy left for DC Maybe my fears about catching something were unfounded after all. Why would all those guys go there if they thought they'd get something bad ? I jogged past the shoes every day and looked over at the grouping of men standing external, convincing myself all my fears were groundless. I never saw the smutty guy with them. After a solitary weekend and a wine-soaked Monday, I jogged past the place again on Tuesday, to find it deserted - except for one person standing nearby - the quondam Black person guy. He watched me closely as I jogged by, unmoving, silent. It seemed that maybe Tuesday was some sort of off-day for the usual group.
My pulse increased rapidly as I ran past, images flooding my nous of a previous afternoon in there. I would not generate in to these impulse, I told myself. I felt my step slowing, then walking, finally coming to a halt a half-block away. I looked back and saw the old man staring at me. He simply turned and walked inside. question down, hating my failing, I followed. He was standing in the disenable booth's doorway, watching me. I couldn't suffer his center as I walked to the center booth. Before I could even dissemble to squat on the stool and pee, he reached in, grasped my radiocarpal joint and pulled me with him into the handicapped kiosk. It was much a heavy infinite than the other single ; with a stool and a sink.

He turned me, pushing down on my shoulders until I sat on the stool. Unzipping his fly, he just stood there until I finally got the gist of what he wanted and reached inside. Grasping his stiffening penis, I flopped it out, gasping again at its cinch. I didn't have to be told what to do. I opened my mouth and went to work on that mythic small-arm of nub, kissing, licking, and sucking as he grunted and groaned above me. Okay, so I was a weak dirty whore who sucked-off alien in a public convenience. I didn't aid. That strong cock in my backtalk was all that mattered at the moment. I was cupping his warm globe and felt them tightening as he got close to the end. I redoubled my effort, but he forced my head off his leaking shaft, standing away from my working sassing, breathing heavily for a moment. I fought against his work force, desperate to cream it once more.

Suddenly, he pulled me up, sliding my New Jersey shorts down my pegleg until they fell gratuitous. I'm not very big, and despite being older, he was a big stiff man. He simply lifted me and set me on his rampant tool, letting gravitational force pull me downward, impaling me like a butterfly. It was raw fire. It was agony. It was terrific. I cried, squealed and moaned. He showed no mercy, standing with hands on his hips, staring into my heart, watching as my fear and pain in the ass turned to involve - then lust. We fucked like animals, forgetful to the outside world. Grunting and crying out our pleasure as he muttered,"White slut, cunt, whore. .. ”, unrelenting in his assault on my dead body. I came twice. He also came, but stayed hard, continuing to fuck me like he owned me. Tightening my legs around his waist, I wrapped my sleeve around his cervix as he lowered his head, swallowing my backtalk. I willingly gave him my lingua, this total stranger, this black man, mortal I'd never seen before, letting him do it by doing so that I was his to do whatever he wanted.

He fucked me for another ten or fifteen minutes, finally pulling me off his dick and turning me around. I bent forward, grasping the metal assist bar running along the wall. He slammed into me from the back end, harder, even more emphatic. Every few minutes he'd pause, prolonging his climax, then without any warning, he shoved the spongy fountainhead against my anus and the flak started once more.

"Please,"I begged. Please. .."

"Shut up,"was all he said, burying himself to the balls as I whimpered in pain. As with Randy though, before long I was helping him, pushing back, rotating my rosehip in cadency with his drive."That the way squawk, get on that shaft,"he muttered.

I felt his release splattering into my bowels like a fervidness hose, sticky, lovesome and comforting. Abruptly, he pulled completely out of my goat in one front, as I whimpered in dissent."Please,"I whispered."I haven't. .."
"Too bad,"he said, turning to the cesspool to lave himself. Just like that he was gone, leaving me huddled in that dirty stall, tears streaming down my face - and not getting that final outlet.

I don't know why no one came in that afternoon. I didn't even see anyone as I staggered out the door and walked up the path in the attenuation day, half-hoping I'd see one of the Hispanic American guys. I probably looked like a fucked floozy. I certainly felt like one. I vowed never to do that again. Never.

Randy came home two days later and immediately sensed something was wrong. As soon as he entered, I wrapped my blazon around his neck, just holding him close."Don't ever leave me again,"I whispered."Ever."I could see the mum interrogation in his eyes, but didn't tell him right then.

After a wild bout of uninhibited sex I finally broke down, cried a small and told him what had happened in the car park. Although he pretended otherwise, I sensed his initial anger not sincere. As he pressed me for details and I related them, I saw he was growing more excited by my level, getting hard as a railroad spike. I reached out and grasped his member, squeezing as I told him about backing up to receive the contraband man's duncish shaft as I sucked another one. His breathing grew shallower, his cock jumping as I went into the details of how it felt, how much I had wanted it, and how soiled and degraded I'd felt afterward. He was actually enjoying what I'd done. I could recount.
"This excites you, doesn't it ?"I said, a minuscule miffed at his reaction. He just stared down at me, kind of desperately, with a strained look that almost made me grinning.

As I related my most Holocene epoch experience in the populace public toilet, squeezing the theme of his pecker frequently, I saw he was leaking fluid almost constantly. That meant he was close, so I eased off a bit, then went on. I told him I hadn't meant to go back, but I'd obediently followed the old man inside once I saw him again, telling him all that happened afterward. As soon as I got to the part about shoving that affair up my butt, Randy shot a big white gob at least a foot in the air as I scrambled to get my mouth over the head, to catch the rest. He came a lot, so he'd really been excited.

Afterward, pouting a while, I said,"You liked hearing that. I thought you said you loved me."

He smiled, touching my face."I do. to a greater extent than anything in the world. If I love you, why wouldn't I want you to be glad ? Enjoy your pleasure ? That's what love means to me."

"Aren't you jealous ?"

"Sure. But that's part of it - what makes it so delicious. Our spirit together will be so different than anything you've ever known. It'll be wild, exciting. .. and unpredictable. New things all the time. I promise, it'll never get old."

I climbed on top of him and rode him like a stallion for a tenacious meter.

Since then as we walk past the green 's restroom, when he sees a cluster of men outside, he does n't say anything. Where there are only two or three, he 'll cock and eyebrow and say, '' Need to pee or anything ? ``

I know he wants me to do it agin so he can be character of it, but I 'll want to wee-wee him empathise I will never do that that again. It was out of this humankind tight sex, but I did n't like the way I felt afterward.

The next day, Stu called my cubicle phone. He begged me to come back. He was crying. My day was totally shitty after that .