Awakenings 4


I didn't think I'd continue with my taradiddle, but a few things have happened lately that made me reconsider. One, Cleo ( the charwoman who helps me publish this ) got so many response asking what has happened since the first stories, that she persuaded me to stay. Secondly, my extreme behavioural and personality change are something I'm still trying to understand. I've gone from a meek, naïve short 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 cock. See how I talk now ? Previously, I didn't use Bible like cock, fuck, etc. Now, I think about it most of the time. Randy is the one mostly responsible for for this drastic modification 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 interrogation readers asks Cleo has been, did I leave my husband ? Yes, I did. I've been with Randy for two calendar month now, following him to NY after he enticed me into leaving my husband of six year. I just left a bank note saying I'd met person, and that Stu shouldn't try to find me. I didn't even have the intestine to do it face-to-face. So yell me epithet. I deserve it. My family is so pissed they won't public lecture to me, and all my old friends think I'm crackpot, leaving a fine-looking guy like Stu for a big sloppy cook like Randy. Maybe I am weirdo, but sex with Stu was like eating a malicious gossip sandwich, and him being the just 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 drink one evening before he commenced fucking me like an brute all nighttime. 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 earlier stories.

Randy and I fuck two, three fourth dimension a day - everyday ! I'll walk into the room totally unaware, and suddenly I'm jerked around, shoved facedown over the back of a couch or chair, and his big peter is slamming into me before I'm even ready. It makes fiddling difference 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, root for his cock out, roll his hands in my hair and jostle it down my throat so far I can finger pubic hair against my mouth. I revel in his brutality, the anxiousness of possible suffocation, the way he shudders when he climaxes, and most of all, its taste. I love it all. I don't know if Randy is a sex freak or just over-sexed, but he told me he's been this way since he was thirteen. He said that even at an betimes age, he'd tosser a dozen meter a day. He admitted he still does sometimes. Anyway, my libido is totally in ascendence of me these days and yes, I've already cheated on Randy. It wasn't my fracture though.

Randy's day off is Th, so we usually wait to use that"dust"material until Wed night. That way we'll have a day to recover before he returns to work on Fri. 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 group discussion in town Randy has to function late, getting up before daybreak several solar day in a row. During those days, we abstain from rigorous sex. Being accustomed to regular sex almost day by day, by the 2d or one-third day without it I'm climbing the bulwark. I practically attack him when he comes home base on that last day. A couple week ago, he had to return to Washington D.C., D.C. ( the Same place we just left ) for a week-long cooking class. That's when I did it. Fucked person else, I mean. He knows about it now and still loves me, so I can pen about it. I was scared to death for a patch, though. I think he may also take in cheated with someone while he was gone, and maybe felt a piffling guilty because of it. Anyway, all is all right now. By the way, he reads my narrative here ! He loves ‘ em !

There's a parkland with a lake, near our condo. Randy and I walk there sometimes and I jog around the lake during the days Randy works. We were walking and feeding the duck's egg one evening and I noticed a group of men near one of the toilet. I commented about it and Randy said if I needed to use the potty, to use one on the other face of the lake, nearer to the chief road. He said these men were just a lot 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 glory holes when he was younger, but quit visiting them because he'd been scared of getting a disease. The next day, I researched nimbus maw on the computer - and boy was I stunned ! The first affair I saw was a somewhat blond with a melanize penis about the size of Randy's, stuck down her throat. She looked as if she were loving it. I'd never seen a nigrify phallus before. There were dozens of them on that site, others too. I got so shake up I jumped Randy's bones as soon as he walked in that evening !

fountainhead, about the tierce or fourth day he was gone to that cooking stratum in D.C., I was already climbing the paries I wanted it so bad. The vibrator he bought for us didn't do a matter to relieve my thwarting, so I jogged sunup and good afternoon. That didn't help much either. I was up to three miles on my regular jog around the lake when I had the urge to pee, really badly. The solely people in sight were two Hispanic hombre shooting basketball game at the basketball court of law, and one older black man sitting on a park Bench, a way down the mental block. I quickly ducked into the restroom area, but was confronted by a sign on the ladies room threshold saying it was closed for resort. Desperate, I looked around carefully and then hurried inside the men's gutter. There were several urinals and three cubicle. The inaugural stall also had an out of rescript mansion on the doorway and the finis one was for disabled someone. I used the one in the center. There were trap in each rampart of the nail down stall ; picture of penises, cunt, tits, stuff like that drawn all over the walls. I sat down and pee like a fountain for a minute or two, images flooding my already horny intellect about all the things that had happened there. The lieu even smelled like sex. As I reached for some tissue to clean up, I heard footfall at the front door. I froze, lifting my human foot so they couldn't be seen from outside.

soul came in and entered the handicap booth. measured not to be seen through the hole, I leaned forward and peeked through it. It was the previous black man I'd originally seen sitting on the park work bench. He stood there for a bit before he began peeing. His cock was really big. Every bit as boastfully as Randy's, but also different. certain it was Negro, but Randy is circumcised and this guy wasn't. It was the first off uncut cock I'd ever seen, even on the computer. He kept pulling the foreskin back to expose its jacket, and then easing it back over the tip as he pissed. It looked like the large black snake I'd once see as a kid. I suddenly realized my oral fissure 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 black thing a few clock time - and then began to slowly stroke it. He turned to present me, his putz steadily growing harder as he pulled his prepuce back and Forth River over the vast spongy summit. I felt that eye in its tip was staring straight person at me. Swallowing grueling, attempting to rest 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 disclose the flaccid head - holding it there. Transfixed, I stared at the thick dick jerking and throbbing only a few in from my face. Suddenly, my mouth wasn't dry anymore. It was watering. I could not do this, I told myself, remembering Randy's Word of warning. There were abominable 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 sack up cliff of nectar on its tip, atomic number 47, glistening, making my mouth pee even more. I was so secretive to the gob that he must've seen my mouth, for he shoved that big chocolate capitulum all the way through the orifice. Without even thinking about it I stuck out my tongue and - licked that driblet away - lovingly closing my back talk entirely over its head - swooning with pleasure. How does one explain the huge delectation of having a warm 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 contract I could comfortably sit on the toilet feces to suit him. I nibbled gently at the informal prepuce, enjoying that new experience. Then, I slid my wet lips softly around-and-around on the oral sex before licking down its integral length, then back up to the tip again. Reaching through the opening, I found his large balls and eased them through the muddle. With his thick pecker already in the distance, the large black sackful barely fit through the orifice. Imagining them to be of a rich people umber flavor, I gently sucked each nut into my backtalk, savoring his grunt of pleasure. I licked back up the big venous blood vessel on the bottom of the meaty organ, and then forced my mouth down over the thick mind, taking as much of it as I could abide. Choking, I momentarily backed off to catch my breath, and then immediately forced my head back down on it. He just let me act upon, not moving a sinew, grunting and sighing every once in a while when it felt really good. I could palpate his thick veins and rooftree as my rim moved over them, the awful crown pushing into my gullet, forcing my pharynx receptive wider and wider, unrelenting as it went deeper. Eventually, I got most of it into my tortured throat, feeling curly hair against my face. I loved it. I began sucking in earnest, soaking up the lowly strait of pleasure he was making on the former position of the wall. This was where I belonged. If allowed, I could do it all day. I cupped his balls in one small hand, gripping the base of his cock with the other - in sum control of the situation. I felt every ridgepole on his awing cock, tasting his cherished pre-cum, feeling his balls tighten as he neared departure. Yes, yes, let me have it all, my brain screamed. This aggregate stranger was going to dump his testicle into my belly - and I wanted it. He came with a loud oink - a yearn steady watercourse, lovesome, salty, hitting the roof of my mouth, coating my tongue, sliding down the working heftiness of my throat to consortium in my diffuse belly. I was trembling so badly I nearly fell off the toilette stool, still holding onto his cock, licking, sucking and making beloved to it until he finally forced it from my mouth.

As I struggled to get my breathing under dominance, I sensed slight movement behind me. Another tool protruded from the cakehole of the out-of-order booth. It was brownish, little and thicker, looking hard as teakwood. I thought it was probably one of the Hispanic guy wire I'd seen playing basketball game. I slid around on the stool and took it into my back talk, hearing a moan on the other incline of the thin rampart. I wanted more. I hadn't had nearly enough. Precum immediately filled my rima oris and I knew this one wouldn't live on long. Something tapped the paries behind me and I looked. The black guy had his cock through the muddle again. I didn't hesitate. Pulling my jogging shorts down to my genu, I backed up to it, pulled my vagina lips apart and slid them around the bloated mind. Placing my hands against the bulwark in nominal head of me, I pushed back against what felt like a fencing station attempting to participate me. It hurt. stretch, burn, forcing my vagina walls apart, assaulting my most bid component. The bloated oral sex finally gained entry and the burn got even worse as I forced myself backward, helping him violate me. The cock in my mouth suddenly exploded - gooey, rich, intoxicating. I swooned with pleasance. nigh of that black fencepost was finally inside me and I began to ride it as more juices lubricated my pussy walls, helping him get even deeper. Another cock replaced the for the first time in the hole near my boldness, a twin to the first one. I swallowed it.

I was fucking without thought process, unconsciously floating, allowing both men to quid into my willing trunk. Holding my mouth open all-encompassing, I let that cock gag me, slip 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 rampart, I pressed my ass flat against the kettle of fish in the other bulwark, letting the fatal man sweep into me without mercy, making my genu buckle as I quaked and trembled to each violent push. With no warning, I suddenly blew apart with my orgasm, over and over, out of my school principal with the bitchiness of it all, hot lava shooting into my vagina from behind, strangling on thick salty fluid running down my pharynx. Later, when I finally came to my sentiency again, I was kneeling on the embarrassing toilet floor, covered with sweat, hair hanging in my oculus, feeling completely used-up. No one else was around
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A penciled preeminence lay near my remaining knee. Tuesday and Thursdays, is all it said.

I don't think how I made it home, collapsing on my bed fully clothed, sleeping for hours. I awoke feeling ravaged, bemire - and suddenly very dash. 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 Day later and told me his class had been extended for a week due to a noted chef visiting the school from Europe. Slammed by the news program and growing corneous daily, my resolve quickly weakened. I'd lie in bed at Nox after talking to Randy on the telephone, fanaticizing about that baseless good afternoon in the men's public lavatory. I'd been assaulted for over an minute by three accomplished strangers, and finally thrown out like a used-up old bawd. In essence, I'd been royally fucked and totally quenched for the first time since Randy left for District of Columbia Maybe my fright 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 place every day and looked over at the group of men standing outside, convincing myself all my fears were unfounded. I never saw the blacken guy with them. After a unfrequented weekend and a wine-soaked Mon, I jogged past the stead again on Tues, to find it deserted - except for one person 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 usual group.
My instant increased rapidly as I ran past, trope flooding my thinker of a previous afternoon in there. I would not open in to these itch, I told myself. I felt my pace deceleration, then walking, finally coming to a plosive consonant a half-block away. I looked back and saw the old man staring at me. He simply turned and walked inside. principal down, hating my weakness, I followed. He was standing in the disabled stall's doorway, watching me. I couldn't run across his eyes as I walked to the meat stall. Before I could even make believe to crouch on the toilet and pee, he reached in, grasped my wrist and pulled me with him into the disabled stall. It was much a bigger space than the early 1 ; with a pot 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 oral fissure and went to work on that fabulous piece of meat, kissing, licking, and sucking as he grunted and groaned above me. OK, so I was a sapless dirty whore who sucked-off alien in a public restroom. I didn't fear. That lovesome cock in my mouthpiece was all that mattered at the moment. I was cupping his warm balls and felt them tightening as he got close to the end. I redoubled my travail, but he forced my head off his leaking cock, standing away from my working mouth, breathing heavily for a mo. I fought against his helping hand, desperate to thrash 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 older, he was a big strong man. He simply lifted me and set me on his rearing tool, letting gravity pull me downward, impaling me like a butterfly. It was raw fervor. It was agony. It was wonderful. I cried, squealed and moaned. He showed no mercifulness, standing with custody on his coxa, staring into my eyes, watching as my fear and pain turned to want - then lust. We fucked like fauna, oblivious to the outdoor populace. Grunting and crying out our joy as he muttered,"egg white fornicatress, cunt, whore. .. ”, unrelenting in his assault on my body. I came twice. He also came, but stayed hard, continuing to fuck me like he owned me. Tightening my legs around his waistline, I wrapped my limb around his neck as he lowered his head, swallowing my mouthpiece. I willingly gave him my tongue, this total stranger, this black 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 metallic element assist bar running along the wall. He slammed into me from the buns, harder, even more forceful. Every few second he'd interruption, prolonging his orgasm, then without any warning, he shoved the spongy fountainhead against my anus and the fire started once more.

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

"Shut up,"was all he said, burying himself to the balls as I whimpered in hurting. As with Randy though, before prospicient I was helping him, pushing back, rotating my coxa in cadence with his thrusts."That the way bitch, get on that peter,"he muttered.

I felt his exit splattering into my bowels like a fire hose, sticky, affectionate and comforting. Abruptly, he pulled completely out of my seat in one movement, as I whimpered in protest."Please,"I whispered."I haven't. .."
"Too bad,"he said, turning to the sink to lave himself. Just like that he was gone, leaving me huddled in that dirty stall, tears streaming down my nerve - and not getting that last passing.

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 way in the fading day, half-hoping I'd see one of the Hispanic guys. 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 wrong. As soon as he entered, I wrapped my arms around his cervix, just holding him close."Don't ever leave me again,"I whispered."Ever."I could see the silent question in his eyes, but didn't tell him right on then.

After a wild bout of uninhibited sex I finally broke down, cried a little and told him what had happened in the parking area. 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 turn on by my story, getting hard as a railway spike. I reached out and grasped his member, squeezing as I told him about backing up to receive the sinister man's thick prick as I sucked another one. His breathing grew shallower, his cock 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 reaction. He just stared down at me, kind of desperately, with a distort tone that almost made me grin.

As I related my most late experience in the populace 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 region about shoving that thing up my butt, Randy shot a large white gob at least a human foot in the air as I scrambled to get my oral fissure 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 grimace."I do. More than anything in the domain. 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 overjealous ?"

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

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

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 component of it, but I 'll ask to make him understand I will never do that that again. It was out of this domain nasty sex, but I did n't like the way I felt afterward.

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