Awakenings 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 offset stories, that she persuaded me to continue. Secondly, my extremum behavioural and personality variety are something I'm still trying to sympathize. I've gone from a meek, naïve short beast 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 stopcock. See how I talk now ? Previously, I didn't use run-in like cock, screw, etc. Now, I think about it virtually of the time. Randy is the one mostly responsible for 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 grand cock.

One of the interrogation lecturer 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 husband of six years. I just left a promissory note saying I'd met someone, and that Stu shouldn't try to find me. I didn't even have the grit to do it face-to-face. So call me names. I deserve it. My family is so peeved they won't talk to me, and all my old friends think I'm ball, leaving a well-favoured guy like Stu for a big sloppy Captain Cook like Randy. Maybe I am loony, but sex with Stu was like eating a scandal sandwich, and him being the merely man I'd ever slept with, I never even knew what I was missing. Randy came along with that Pakistani Dust stuff he put in my deglutition one evening before he commenced fucking me like an beast all night. After I'd had a taste of it though, I'd gone back for more. ( Awakenings 1-3 ). I was never the Saami after that. I speak of what happened in my earliest stories.

Randy and I fuck two, three times a day - everyday ! I'll pass into the elbow room totally unaware, and suddenly I'm jerked around, shoved facedown over the back of a couch or hot seat, and his big rooster is slamming into me before I'm even ready. It makes little difference to Randy which trap he enters - well, to either of us I suppose. Sometimes, he'll just walk up to me while I'm reading or watching TV, pull his cock out, enwrap his work force in my whisker and shove it down my throat so far I can feel pubic hair against my lips. I revel in his brutality, the anxiety of possible suffocation, the way he shudders when he climaxes, and most of all, its sense of taste. I love it all. I don't know if Randy is a sex addict or just over-sexed, but he told me he's been this way since he was thirteen. He said that even at an early on age, he'd jerk-off a dozen times a day. He admitted he still does sometimes. Anyway, my libido is totally in control of me these days and yes, I've already cheated on Randy. It wasn't my defect though.

Randy's day off is Thursday, so we usually wait to use that"debris"stuff until Wednesday dark. That way we'll have a day to recover before he returns to shape 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 rest 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 conferences in townsfolk Randy has to work late, getting up before dawn several days in a row. During those days, we abstain from tight sex. Being accustomed to regular sex almost day-after-day, by the second or third day without it I'm climbing the walls. I practically attack him when he comes home on that last day. A couple up weeks ago, he had to give to Booker T. Washington, D.C. ( the Lapplander billet we just left ) for a week-long preparation class. That's when I did it. Fucked someone else, I mean. He knows about it now and still loves me, so I can write about it. I was scared to death for a while, though. I think he may also have cheated with someone while he was gone, and maybe felt a little guilty because of it. Anyway, all is amercement now. By the way, he reads my stories here ! He loves ‘ em !

There's a park with a lake, near our condo. Randy and I walk there sometimes and I jog around the lake during the days Randy employment. We were walking and feeding the ducks one evening and I noticed a grouping of men near one of the bathrooms. I commented about it and Randy said if I needed to use the potty, to use one on the other side of the lake, nearer to the master road. 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 weird - but kind of exciting, too. He admitted that he'd frequently gone to gloriole holes when he was younger, but quit visiting them because he'd been scared of getting a disease. The adjacent day, I researched glory fix on the computer - and boy was I stunned ! The first thing I saw was a pretty blond with a black penis about the size of Randy's, stuck down her throat. She looked as if she were loving it. I'd never seen a black penis before. There were rafts of them on that site, others too. I got so mad I jumped Randy's osseous tissue as soon as he walked in that evening !

well, about the third base or fourth part 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 thwarting, so I jogged break of day and afternoons. That didn't help much either. I was up to three international mile on my regular jog around the lake when I had the impulse to pee, really badly. The only people in sight were two Hispanic guy cable shooting hoops at the basketball game court, and one older black man sitting on a park bench, a ways down the block. I quickly ducked into the public toilet area, but was confronted by a sign on the madam room door saying it was closed for repairs. Desperate, I looked around carefully and then hurried inside the men's toilet. There were several urinals and three stalls. The first booth also had an out of order of magnitude sign on the door and the live one was for disabled individual. I used the one in the center. There were holes in each wall of the narrow stall ; pictures of penises, pussy, tit, stuff and nonsense like that drawn all over the walls. I sat down and peed like a fountain for a moment or two, images flooding my already horny mind about all the things that had happened there. The lieu even smelled like sex. As I reached for some tissue to houseclean up, I heard footfall at the front door. I froze, lifting my feet so they couldn't be seen from outside.

individual came in and entered the disabled stall. deliberate not to be seen through the hole, I leaned forward and peeked through it. It was the older black man I'd earlier seen sitting on the common workbench. He stood there for a moment before he began peeing. His cock was really big. Every bit as big as Randy's, but also different. for sure it was black, but Randy is circumcised and this guy wasn't. It was the first of all rough shaft I'd ever seen, even on the calculator. He kept pulling the foreskin back to expose its pennant, and then easing it back over the tip as he pissed. It looked like the large pitch-dark ophidian I'd once see as a kid. I suddenly realized my mouth was filled with cotton and I was constantly licking my rim. I'd never seen a man pee before. He finally finished, shook that meaty black thing a few clip - and then began to slowly stroke it. He turned to front me, his cock steadily growing harder as he pulled his prepuce back and forth over the huge spongy crown. I felt that eye in its tip was staring straight at me. Swallowing hard, 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 bulwark, pulling his foreskin all the way back to bring out the soft head - holding it there. Transfixed, I stared at the thick dick jolt and throbbing only a few inches from my grimace. Suddenly, my mouth wasn't dry anymore. It was watering. I could not do this, I told myself, remembering Randy's Good Book of warning. There were awful diseases out there, some that could kill you. Besides, that nasty affair might be filthy. .. maybe smell bad, too. I leaned closer to the opening. So did he. There was a all the way drop of nectar on its tip, flatware, glistening, making my mouth water even more. I was so close to the jam that he must've seen my mouthpiece, for he shoved that big chocolate head all the way through the possible action. Without even thinking about it I stuck out my clapper and - licked that drop away - lovingly closing my backtalk entirely over its header - swooning with pleasure. How does one explicate the immense enjoyment of having a warm cock inside one's mouth ? It's electrifying, comforting, and extremely exciting, all at the same time. I was in heaven.

The stall was so contract I could comfortably sit on the toilet stool to oblige him. I nibbled gently at the loose foreskin, enjoying that new experience. Then, I slid my wet lips softly around-and-around on the forefront before licking down its total length, then back up to the tip again. Reaching through the opening, I found his large balls and eased them through the maw. With his thick hammer already in the outer space, the big mordant sacks barely fit through the opening. Imagining them to be of a productive chocolate flavor, I gently sucked each nut into my oral cavity, savoring his grunt of delight. I licked back up the with child vein on the buns of the meaty organ, and then forced my lip down over the thick head, taking as much of it as I could support. Choking, I momentarily backed off to enamor my breath, and then immediately forced my head 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 dependable. I could feel his thick veins and rooftree as my rim moved over them, the awful crownwork pushing into my gullet, forcing my throat open wider and wider, unrelenting as it went deeper. Eventually, I got nigh of it into my anguished pharynx, feeling curly hair against my grimace. I loved it. I began sucking in earnest, soaking up the lowly strait of pleasure he was making on the other side of the wall. This was where I belonged. If allowed, I could do it all day. I cupped his balls in one small helping hand, gripping the alkali of his cock with the other - in total control of the situation. I felt every ridge on his amazing pecker, tasting his cute pre-cum, feeling his balls tighten as he neared waiver. Yes, yes, let me have it all, my brain screamed. This sum stranger was going to deck his testis into my stomach - and I wanted it. He came with a loud grunt - a recollective unwavering stream, strong, salty, hitting the cap of my mouth, coating my tongue, sliding down the working muscularity of my throat to pond in my gentle belly. I was trembling so badly I nearly fell off the throne stool, still holding onto his turncock, 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 slight movement behind me. Another cock protruded from the hole of the out-of-order carrel. It was brownish, shorter and thicker, looking hard as teakwood. I thought it was probably one of the Hispanic guys I'd seen playing basketball. I slid around on the stool and took it into my mouth, hearing a moan on the other side of meat of the thin wall. I wanted more. I hadn't had nearly enough. Precum immediately filled my mouth and I knew this one wouldn't finish long. Something tapped the wall behind me and I looked. The black guy had his cock through the hole again. I didn't hesitate. Pulling my jogging shorts down to my knees, I backed up to it, pulled my vagina brim apart and slid them around the bloated head. Placing my script against the rampart in strawman of me, I pushed back against what felt like a fence post attempting to enter me. It hurt. stretch, burning, forcing my vagina rampart apart, assaulting my most legal tender part. The bloated headspring finally gained entry and the burning at the stake got even forged as I forced myself backward, helping him violate me. The cock in my mouth suddenly exploded - gooey, fertile, intoxicating. I swooned with pleasure. Most of that black fencepost was finally inside me and I began to ride it as more juice lubricated my pussycat wall, helping him get even deeper. Another cock replaced the first in the hole near my grimace, a twin to the first one. I swallowed it.

I was fucking without thought, unconsciously floating, allowing both men to pound into my willing body. Holding my mouth open across-the-board, I let that tool gag me, steal my breather, 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 hole in the other rampart, letting the pitch-dark man gibe into me without clemency, making my knees buckle as I quaked and trembled to each violent thrusting. With no warning, I suddenly blew apart with my climax, over and over, out of my head with the foulness 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 good sense again, I was kneeling on the sticky bathroom story, covered with effort, hair hanging in my oculus, feeling completely used-up. No one else was around
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A penciled note lay near my odd knee. Tuesdays and Th, is all it said.

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

Randy called two Clarence Shepard Day Jr. later and told me his class had been extended for a week due to a noted chef visiting the school day from EEC. Slammed by the news and growing hornier daily, my conclude quickly weakened. I'd lie in bed at nighttime after talking to Randy on the phone, fanaticizing about that wild good afternoon in the men's restroom. I'd been assaulted for over an 60 minutes by three complete stranger, and finally thrown out like a used-up old woman of the street. In nub, I'd been royally fucked and totally satisfied for the first gear time since Randy left for D.C. Maybe my reverence 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 topographic point every day and looked over at the group of men standing remote, convincing myself all my care were unfounded. I never saw the sinister guy with them. After a solitary weekend and a wine-soaked Monday, I jogged past the seat again on Tuesday, to incur it abandon - except for one someone standing nearby - the sure-enough black guy. He watched me closely as I jogged by, unmoving, silent. It seemed that maybe Tuesday was some kind of off-day for the common group.
My heartbeat increased rapidly as I ran past, images flooding my nous of a previous afternoon in there. I would not dedicate in to these impulse, I told myself. I felt my rate slowing, then walking, finally coming to a stoppage a half-block away. I looked back and saw the old man staring at me. He simply turned and walked inside. pass down, hating my impuissance, I followed. He was standing in the incapacitate stall's doorway, watching me. I couldn't meet his eyes as I walked to the center field sales booth. Before I could even pretend to squat on the stool and pee, he reached in, grasped my wrist and pulled me with him into the disabled stand. It was much a grownup space than the other one ; with a fecal matter and a sink.

He turned me, pushing down on my articulatio humeri until I sat on the fecal matter. 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 girth. I didn't have to be told what to do. I opened my mouth and went to work on that mythological piece of meat, fondling, licking, and sucking as he grunted and groaned above me. Okay, so I was a weak dirty cocotte who sucked-off stranger in a world restroom. I didn't caution. That fond cock in my sass was all that mattered at the consequence. I was cupping his warm balls and felt them tightening as he got close to the end. I redoubled my feat, but he forced my chief off his leaking cock, standing away from my working mouth, breathing heavily for a moment. I fought against his hands, desperate to lick it once more.

Suddenly, he pulled me up, sliding my jersey shorts down my legs until they fell free. I'm not very big, and despite being sure-enough, he was a big solid man. He simply lifted me and set me on his rampant cock, letting gravitational attraction pull me downward, impaling me like a butterfly stroke. It was raw firing. It was agony. It was wonderful. I cried, squealed and moaned. He showed no clemency, standing with hands on his pelvic girdle, staring into my eye, watching as my fearfulness and pain turned to require - then lust. We fucked like animals, oblivious to the outside world. Grunting and crying out our pleasure as he muttered,"White slut, twat, prostitute. .. ”, unrelenting in his assault on my body. I came twice. He also came, but stayed hard, continuing to make out me like he owned me. Tightening my legs around his waistline, I wrapped my arms around his cervix as he lowered his head, swallowing my mouth. I willingly gave him my lingua, this total stranger, this melanise man, someone I'd never seen before, letting him know 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 rear, harder, even more forceful. Every few minute he'd pause, prolonging his sexual climax, then without any word of advice, he shoved the squishy headland against my anus and the fire started once more.

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

"Shut up,"was all he said, burying himself to the orb as I whimpered in nuisance. As with Randy though, before long I was helping him, pushing back, rotating my hips in cadence with his thrusts."That the way bitch, get on that shaft,"he muttered.

I felt his release splattering into my bowel like a flack hose, sticky, warmly and comforting. Abruptly, he pulled completely out of my seat in one trend, as I whimpered in protestation."Please,"I whispered."I haven't. .."
"Too bad,"he said, turning to the cesspit to wash off himself. Just like that he was gone, leaving me huddled in that dirty kiosk, tears streaming down my face - and not getting that final sack.

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

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

After a wild binge of uninhibited sex I finally broke down, cried a short and told him what had happened in the green. Although he pretended otherwise, I sensed his initial angriness not sincere. As he pressed me for detail and I related them, I saw he was growing more excited by my story, getting hard as a railroad spindle. I reached out and grasped his member, squeezing as I told him about backing up to have the bleak man's dense cock as I sucked another one. His respiration grew shallower, his shaft jumping as I went into the detail 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 tell.
"This excites you, doesn't it ?"I said, a little miffed at his response. He just stared down at me, kind of desperately, with a strained look that almost made me smile.

As I related my most recent experience in the public convenience, squeezing the base of his dick 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 voice about shoving that affair up my butt, Randy shot a large white gob at least a foot in the air as I scrambled to get my mouth over the head, to view the rest period. 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 happy ? Enjoy your pleasure ? That's what love means to me."

"Aren't you green-eyed ?"

"Sure. But that's part of it - what makes it so delicious. Our life together will be so different than anything you've ever known. It'll be fantastic, exciting. .. and irregular. 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 retentive time.

Since then as we walk past the park 's restroom, when he sees a bunch 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 part of it, but I 'll need to make him understand I will never do that that again. It was out of this world foul sex, but I did n't like the way I felt afterward.

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