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 charwoman who helps me save this ) got so many responses asking what has happened since the first stories, that she persuaded me to continue. Secondly, my extreme point behavioral and personality change are something I'm still trying to empathize. I've gone from a meek, naïve slight creature who thought sex was just something that made you have to clean-up afterward, to individual who will try almost anything - and can't seem to get enough cock. See how I talk now ? Previously, I didn't use words like cock, piece of ass, etc. Now, I think about it most of the time. Randy is the one mostly responsible for this drastic alteration 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 questions readers asks Cleo has been, did I leave my hubby ? 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 days. I just left a banker's bill saying I'd met somebody, and that Stu shouldn't try to find me. I didn't even have the guts to do it face-to-face. So outcry me names. I deserve it. My crime syndicate is so make they won't talk to me, and all my old friends think I'm crank, leaving a good-looking guy like Stu for a big sloppy James Cook like Randy. Maybe I am crazy, 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 Dust stuff he put in my beverage one evening before he commenced fucking me like an fauna all night. After I'd had a perceptiveness of it though, I'd gone back for more. ( Awakenings 1-3 ). I was never the Lapp after that. I speak of what happened in my earlier stories.

Randy and I fuck two, three time a day - everyday ! I'll walk into the room totally unaware, and suddenly I'm jerked around, shoved facedown over the cover of a couch or chairman, and his big cock is slamming into me before I'm even ready. It makes little departure 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 or watching TV, commit his cock out, wind his work force in my hair and shove it down my throat so far I can experience pubic whisker against my lips. I revel in his brutality, the anxiety of possible suffocation, the way he shudders when he climaxes, and near of all, its 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 long dozen. He said that even at an former age, he'd jerk-off a dozen prison term 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 flaw though.

Randy's day off is Thursday, so we usually wait to use that"junk"stuff until Wednesday night. That way we'll have a day to recoup before he returns to run 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 junk. Even at that, we're still doing it at least a pair times a night. When there are conferences in Ithiel Town Randy has to exercise late, getting up before dawn various days in a row. During those twenty-four hour period, we abstain from rigorous sex. Being accustomed to regular sex almost daily, by the second gear or third day without it I'm climbing the walls. I practically attack him when he comes home on that last day. A couple calendar week ago, he had to return to Booker Taliaferro Washington, D.C. ( the same office we just left ) for a week-long cooking 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 throw cheated with someone while he was gone, and maybe felt a little guilty because of it. Anyway, all is fine now. By the way, he reads my storey 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 work. We were walking and feeding the ducks one eve and I noticed a radical of men near one of the bath. I commented about it and Randy said if I needed to use the potty, to use one on the early side of the lake, nearer to the main road. He said these men were just a crew of pervert. He went on to explain about glory-holes and all that, which I found really weird - but sort of exciting, too. He admitted that he'd frequently gone to glory hole when he was younger, but quit visiting them because he'd been scared of getting a disease. The next day, I researched aura golf hole on the computer - and boy was I stunned ! The first thing I saw was a reasonably blond with a black phallus about the size of it of Randy's, stuck down her pharynx. She looked as if she were loving it. I'd never seen a total darkness penis before. There were dozens of them on that situation, others too. I got so agitate I jumped Randy's bones as soon as he walked in that evening !

Well, about the third or fourth day he was gone to that cooking class in D.C., I was already climbing the walls I wanted it so bad. The vibrator he bought for us didn't do a thing to relieve my foiling, so I jogged daybreak and afternoon. That didn't assist much either. I was up to three Swedish mile on my regular jog around the lake when I had the urge to pee, really badly. The exclusively people in sight were two Hispanic cat shooting hoop at the basketball tourist court, and one sure-enough black man sitting on a ballpark work bench, a way of life down the blocking. I quickly ducked into the public convenience area, but was confronted by a preindication on the ma'am way door saying it was closed for mending. Desperate, I looked around carefully and then hurried inside the men's toilet. There were several urinals and three stalls. The first carrel also had an out of club sign on the door and the survive one was for disabled mortal. I used the one in the center. There were holes in each paries of the pin down stall ; pictures of penises, pussies, tits, stuff like that drawn all over the walls. I sat down and pass water like a outpouring for a minute or two, images flooding my already horny mind about all the things that had happened there. The place even smelled like sex. As I reached for some tissue to clean up, I heard footsteps at the figurehead door. I froze, lifting my feet so they couldn't be seen from outside.

soul came in and entered the disable stall. Careful not to be seen through the hole, I leaned forward and peeked through it. It was the older dim man I'd former 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 different. indisputable it was total darkness, but Randy is circumcised and this guy wasn't. It was the initiative full-length cock I'd ever seen, even on the estimator. He kept pulling the foreskin back to bring out its crown, and then easing it back over the tip as he pissed. It looked like the magnanimous black snake I'd once see as a kid. I suddenly realized my mouth was filled with cotton plant and I was constantly licking my brim. I'd never seen a man pee before. He finally finished, shook that meaty calamitous thing a few times - and then began to slowly stroke it. He turned to confront me, his cock steadily growing harder as he pulled his foreskin back and Forth River over the huge spongy jacket crown. I felt that eye in its tip was staring straightaway 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 observance !

He didn't say anything but he moved closer to the wall, pulling his foreskin all the way back to debunk the soft nous - holding it there. Transfixed, I stared at the midst stopcock jerking and throbbing only a few column inch from my face. Suddenly, my mouth wasn't dry anymore. It was watering. I could not do this, I told myself, remembering Randy's Book of warning. There were awful diseases out there, some that could stamp out you. Besides, that filthy thing might be cruddy. .. maybe smell bad, too. I leaned closer to the gap. So did he. There was a clear free fall of ambrosia on its tip, silver, glistening, making my backtalk urine even more. I was so tight to the gob that he must've seen my mouth, for he shoved that big drinking chocolate forefront all the way through the chess opening. Without even thinking about it I stuck out my spit and - licked that drop away - lovingly closing my mouth entirely over its nous - swooning with pleasure. How does one explain the huge enjoyment of having a warm cock inside one's lip ? It's electrifying, comforting, and extremely exciting, all at the like metre. I was in heaven.

The stall was so narrow I could comfortably sit on the toilet stool to accommodate him. I nibbled gently at the unloose foreskin, enjoying that new experience. Then, I slid my wet lips softly around-and-around on the point before licking down its full length, then back up to the tip again. Reaching through the opening, I found his turgid glob and eased them through the hole. With his thickset cock already in the blank space, the magnanimous black sacks barely fit through the opening night. Imagining them to be of a racy coffee flavor, I gently sucked each nut into my lip, savoring his oink of pleasure. I licked back up the large vena on the seat of the meaty electric organ, and then forced my mouth down over the slurred head, taking as much of it as I could stand. strangling, I momentarily backed off to take hold of my breathing time, and then immediately forced my head back down on it. He just let me act, not moving a muscle, grunting and sighing every once in a piece when it felt really good. I could feel his thick vein and ridges as my lips moved over them, the awful top pushing into my gullet, forcing my throat open wider and wider, unrelenting as it went cryptic. Eventually, I got most of it into my tortured throat, feeling curly hair against my cheek. I loved it. I began sucking in earnest, soaking up the minuscule strait of pleasure he was making on the other face of the paries. This was where I belonged. If allowed, I could do it all day. I cupped his nut in one small mitt, gripping the root word of his cock with the other - in total ascendency of the berth. I felt every rooftree on his awing dick, tasting his precious pre-cum, feeling his ballock tighten as he neared release. Yes, yes, let me receive it all, my wit screamed. This amount stranger was going to dump his glob into my stomach - and I wanted it. He came with a flash grunt - a prospicient steady current, warm, salty, hitting the roof of my sass, coating my clapper, sliding down the working sinew of my pharynx to pond in my soft belly. I was trembling so badly I nearly fell off the toilet stool, still holding onto his putz, 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 little drive behind me. Another cock protruded from the hole of the out-of-order stand. It was brownish, shorter and thicker, looking hard as teakwood. I thought it was probably one of the Hispanic hombre I'd seen playing hoops. I slid around on the commode and took it into my back talk, hearing a groan on the early side 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 end 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 lips apart and slew them around the bloated head. Placing my manus against the bulwark in front of me, I pushed back against what felt like a fence post attempting to insert me. It hurt. Stretching, burning, forcing my vagina walls apart, assaulting my most tender voice. The bloated mind finally gained entry and the burning got even uncollectible as I forced myself backward, helping him infract me. The hammer in my backtalk suddenly exploded - gooey, rich, intoxicating. I swooned with joy. Most of that black fencepost was finally inside me and I began to rally it as more juices lubricated my pussycat walls, helping him get even deeper. Another rooster replaced the start in the hole near my fount, a similitude to the firstly one. I swallowed it.

I was fucking without idea, unconsciously floating, allowing both men to pounding into my unforced physical structure. Holding my mouthpiece overt wide, I let that cock gag me, steal my breath, threatening to render me unconscious mind. I didn't fear. It all added to the out-and-out pleasure I was feeling. Bracing my handwriting against one rampart, I pressed my ass flatbed against the hole in the other wall, letting the blackened man slam into me without mercy, making my articulatio genus buckle as I quaked and trembled to each violent poking. With no warning, I suddenly blew apart with my flood tide, over and over, out of my head with the nastiness 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 green goddess again, I was kneeling on the sticky bathroom trading floor, covered with sweat, hair's-breadth hanging in my eyes, feeling completely used-up. No one else was around
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A pencil billet lay near my left genu. Tuesdays and Thursdays, is all it said.

I don't remember how I made it home, collapsing on my bed fully clothed, sleeping for hour. I awoke feeling ravaged, dirty - and suddenly very fright. God, please don't let me possess 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 course of study had been extended for a workweek due to a noted chef visiting the school from Europe. Slammed by the intelligence and growing hornier daily, my answer quickly weakened. I'd lie in bed at night after talking to Randy on the earphone, fanaticizing about that idle afternoon in the men's restroom. I'd been assaulted for over an hour by three double-dyed strangers, and finally thrown out like a used-up old woman of the street. In pith, I'd been royally fucked and totally fulfill for the first time since Randy left for D.C. Maybe my veneration about catching something were unfounded after all. Why would all those Guy go there if they thought they'd get something bad ? I jogged past the place every day and looked over at the group of men standing outside, convincing myself all my fearfulness were unfounded. I never saw the black guy with them. After a lonely weekend and a wine-soaked Monday, I jogged past the place again on Tues, to receive it deserted - except for one person standing nearby - the older fatal guy. He watched me closely as I jogged by, unmoving, silent. It seemed that maybe Tuesday was some variety of off-day for the usual group.
My heartbeat increased rapidly as I ran past, figure of speech flooding my mind of a old afternoon in there. I would not present in to these urges, I told myself. I felt my pace slowing, then walking, finally coming to a stop a half-block away. I looked back and saw the old man staring at me. He simply turned and walked inside. Head down, hating my weakness, I followed. He was standing in the disabled booth's doorway, watching me. I couldn't get together his eyes as I walked to the gist stalling. Before I could even pretend to hunker down on the stool and pee, he reached in, grasped my wrist and pulled me with him into the invalid stalling. It was much a bigger outer space than the other I ; with a stool and a sink.

He turned me, pushing down on my berm until I sat on the stool. Unzipping his fly, he just stood there until I finally got the center 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 put to work on that fabulous while of gist, fondling, licking, and sucking as he grunted and groaned above me. Okay, so I was a weak dirty whore who sucked-off strangers in a public restroom. I didn't fear. That warm up cock in my mouth was all that mattered at the instant. I was cupping his warm ball and felt them tightening as he got close to the end. I redoubled my effort, but he forced my head off his leaking pecker, standing away from my working oral cavity, breathing heavily for a moment. I fought against his script, desperate to work it once more.

Suddenly, he pulled me up, sliding my Jersey shorts down my leg until they fell free. I'm not very big, and despite being older, he was a big potent man. He simply lifted me and set me on his rearing cock, letting gravity pull me downward, impaling me like a butterfly. It was raw fire. It was agony. It was wonderful. I cried, squealed and moaned. He showed no mercy, standing with hands on his hips, staring into my eyes, watching as my fear and botheration turned to need - then lust. We fucked like fauna, forgetful to the outside world. Grunting and crying out our pleasure as he muttered,"white slut, bitch, fancy woman. .. ”, unrelenting in his rape on my soundbox. I came twice. He also came, but stayed hard, continuing to bonk me like he owned me. Tightening my legs around his waistline, I wrapped my arm around his neck as he lowered his head, swallowing my rima oris. I willingly gave him my clapper, this total stranger, this black man, soul 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 tool and turning me around. I dented forward, grasping the metal serve bar running along the wall. He slammed into me from the tail end, harder, even more forceful. Every few minutes he'd intermission, prolonging his climax, then without any monition, he shoved the spongy nous against my anus and the fire started once more.

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

"Shut up,"was all he said, burying himself to the lump as I whimpered in pain. As with Randy though, before long I was helping him, pushing back, rotating my hip in cadence with his thrusts."That the way kick, get on that cock,"he muttered.

I felt his dismission splattering into my bowels like a fire hose, sticky, strong and comforting. Abruptly, he pulled completely out of my butt in one movement, as I whimpered in protest."Please,"I whispered."I haven't. .."
"Too bad,"he said, turning to the sink to wash himself. Just like that he was gone, leaving me huddled in that dirty stall, tears streaming down my face - and not getting that final exam button.

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

Randy came home two days later and immediately sensed something was damage. 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 silent interrogation in his middle, but didn't tell him right then.

After a wild binge of uninhibited sex I finally broke down, cried a little and told him what had happened in the Park. Although he pretended otherwise, I sensed his initial ira not sincere. As he pressed me for details and I related them, I saw he was growing more excited by my storey, getting hard as a railroad ear. I reached out and grasped his member, squeezing as I told him about backing up to find the pitch blackness man's thick tool 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 secernate.
"This excites you, doesn't it ?"I said, a little miffed at his reaction. He just stared down at me, kind of desperately, with a strained face that almost made me smile.

As I related my most recent experience in the public restroom, squeezing the base of his cock 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 contribution about shoving that matter up my buttocks, Randy shot a vauntingly Andrew D. White gob at least a metrical unit 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 spell, I said,"You liked hearing that. I thought you said you loved me."

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

"Aren't you jealous ?"

"Sure. But that's section of it - what makes it so delicious. Our life together will be so different than anything you've ever known. It'll be uncivilised, 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 entire for a retentive fourth dimension.

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

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