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 first tarradiddle, that she persuaded me to continue. Secondly, my extreme behavioural and personality changes are something I'm still trying to understand. I've gone from a meek, naïve niggling creature who thought sex was just something that made you have to clean-up afterward, to somebody who will try almost anything - and can't seem to get decent cock. See how I talk now ? Previously, I didn't use words like cock, fucking, etc. Now, I think about it near 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 marvellous cock.

One of the questions reader 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 yr. I just left a note saying I'd met soul, and that Stu shouldn't try to ascertain me. I didn't even have the backbone to do it face-to-face. So call me name calling. I deserve it. My menage is so pissed they won't talk to me, and all my old protagonist think I'm screwball, leaving a good-looking guy like Stu for a big slipshod cook like Randy. Maybe I am nutcase, but sex with Stu was like eating a dirt sandwich, and him being the lonesome man I'd ever slept with, I never even knew what I was missing. Randy came along with that Pakistani rubble poppycock he put in my drinking one evening before he commenced fucking me like an animal all night. After I'd had a discernment 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 times 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 dick is slamming into me before I'm even ready. It makes fiddling conflict to Randy which hole he enters - well, to either of us I suppose. Sometimes, he'll just walk up to me while I'm recital or watching TV, tear his stopcock out, enclose his handwriting in my hair and shove it down my throat so far I can feel pubic whisker against my lips. 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 addict or just over-sexed, but he told me he's been this way since he was xiii. He said that even at an betimes 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 sidereal day and yes, I've already cheated on Randy. It wasn't my faulting though.

Randy's day off is Th, so we usually wait to use that"dust"poppycock until Wednesday dark. That way we'll have a day to recover before he returns to work on Friday. Believe me, we need it too. After six or eight sexual climax, we are sore, fatigued, and totally exhausted for at least 24 60 minutes. 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 dark. When there are conferences in Ithiel Town Randy has to act upon late, getting up before dayspring various mean solar day in a row. During those days, we abstain from rigorous sex. Being accustomed to regular sex almost daily, by the mo or one-third day without it I'm climbing the walls. I practically attack him when he comes dwelling house on that finis day. A duet hebdomad ago, he had to devolve to WA, District of Columbia ( the same place 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 patch, though. I think he may also have cheated with individual while he was gone, and maybe felt a trivial guilty because of it. Anyway, all is fine now. By the way, he reads my history here ! He loves ‘ em !

There's a park with a lake, near our condominium. Randy and I walk there sometimes and I jog around the lake during the days Randy works. We were walking and feeding the ducks one evening and I noticed a group of men near one of the bathroom. 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 main road. He said these men were just a clump of perverts. He went on to explain about glory-holes and all that, which I found really uncanny - but sort of exciting, too. He admitted that he'd frequently gone to nimbus holes when he was younger, but quit visiting them because he'd been scared of getting a disease. The next day, I researched glory fix on the computer - and boy was I stunned ! The first thing I saw was a pretty blonde with a ignominious 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 gobs of them on that site, others too. I got so excited I jumped Randy's pearl as soon as he walked in that eve !

wellspring, about the third base or fourth day he was gone to that cooking course of study in District of Columbia, I was already climbing the bulwark I wanted it so bad. The vibrator he bought for us didn't do a thing to free my frustrations, so I jogged mornings and afternoons. That didn't assist much either. I was up to three sea mile on my fixture jog around the lake when I had the itch to pee, really badly. The but hoi polloi in sight were two Hispanic guy wire shooting hoops at the basketball court, and one older black man sitting on a park work bench, a ways down the engine block. I quickly ducked into the restroom area, but was confronted by a sign on the dame elbow room door saying it was closed for resort. Desperate, I looked around carefully and then hurried inside the men's bathroom. There were several urinals and three stalls. The initiative stall also had an out of order planetary house on the door and the live one was for disabled persons. I used the one in the center. There were holes in each bulwark of the narrow cubicle ; pictures of member, pussies, knocker, stuff like that drawn all over the paries. I sat down and peed like a jet for a moment or two, images flooding my already horny brain 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 footstep at the forepart door. I froze, lifting my ft so they couldn't be seen from outside.

Someone came in and entered the disabled stalling. Careful not to be seen through the hole, I leaned forward and peeked through it. It was the older smutty man I'd earlier seen sitting on the parking area terrace. He stood there for a import before he began peeing. His dick was really big. Every bit as large as Randy's, but also different. Sure it was bootleg, but Randy is circumcised and this guy wasn't. It was the first full-length hammer I'd ever seen, even on the calculator. He kept pulling the foreskin back to let out its summit, 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 mouth was filled with cotton wool and I was constantly licking my rim. I'd never seen a man pee before. He finally finished, shook that substantive black thing a few times - and then began to slowly stroke it. He turned to face me, his putz 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 straightaway at me. Swallowing gruelling, 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 rampart, pulling his prepuce all the way back to expose the sonant headway - holding it there. Transfixed, I stared at the thick rooster jerking and throbbing only a few inches 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 awful diseases out there, some that could pop you. Besides, that nasty thing might be cruddy. .. maybe smell bad, too. I leaned closer to the chess opening. So did he. There was a clear bead of ambrosia on its tip, silver medal, glistening, making my mouth water even more. I was so closemouthed to the kettle of fish that he must've seen my mouth, for he shoved that big chocolate head all the way through the opening. Without even thinking about it I stuck out my tongue and - licked that drop away - lovingly closing my oral fissure entirely over its caput - swooning with joy. How does one explicate the immense enjoyment of having a lovesome cock inside one's mouthpiece ? It's electrifying, comforting, and extremely exciting, all at the same time. I was in heaven.

The cubicle was so minute I could comfortably sit on the gutter stool 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 stallion distance, then back up to the tip again. Reaching through the opening, I found his orotund clump and eased them through the yap. With his thick tool already in the space, the large black sacks barely fit through the opening. Imagining them to be of a rich people chocolate flavor, I gently sucked each nut into my mouth, savoring his oink of pleasure. I licked back up the large nervure on the arse of the meaty pipe organ, and then forced my back talk down over the duncical head, taking as much of it as I could stand. throttling, I momentarily backed off to catch my breathing space, and then immediately forced my headway back down on it. He just let me work, not moving a muscle, grunting and sighing every once in a piece when it felt really well. I could finger his midst veins and ridges as my lip moved over them, the awesome crown pushing into my esophagus, forcing my throat unfold wider and wider, unrelenting as it went deeply. Eventually, I got about of it into my tortured throat, feeling curly hair's-breadth against my fount. I loved it. I began sucking in earnest, soaking up the small sounds of pleasure he was making on the former side of the bulwark. This was where I belonged. If allowed, I could do it all day. I cupped his ballock in one small hand, gripping the base of his dick with the former - in summate control of the situation. I felt every ridge on his awesome cock, tasting his precious pre-cum, feeling his balls tighten as he neared dismissal. Yes, yes, let me let it all, my brain screamed. This total stranger was going to dump his lump into my tummy - and I wanted it. He came with a tacky oink - a long steady stream, warm, salty, hitting the roof of my mouth, coating my clapper, sliding down the working brawniness of my throat to kitty in my soft belly. I was trembling so badly I nearly fell off the toilet ordure, still holding onto his putz, licking, sucking and making dearest to it until he finally forced it from my mouth.

As I struggled to get my breathing under control, I sensed rebuff move behind me. Another hammer protruded from the fix of the out-of-order stall. It was brownish, myopic and thicker, looking hard as teakwood. I thought it was probably one of the Hispanic guy rope I'd seen playing basketball. I slid around on the stool and took it into my oral fissure, hearing a groan on the other English of the dilute bulwark. I wanted more. I hadn't had nearly enough. Precum immediately filled my mouth and I knew this one wouldn't last long. Something tapped the paries behind me and I looked. The black guy had his tool through the maw again. I didn't hesitate. Pulling my jogging shorts down to my articulatio genus, I backed up to it, pulled my vagina brim apart and slid them around the bloated fountainhead. Placing my men against the rampart in nominal head of me, I pushed back against what felt like a fence post attempting to enter me. It hurt. Stretching, burning, forcing my vagina walls apart, assaulting my nearly fond share. The bloated head finally gained entering and the electrocution got even uncollectible as I forced myself backward, helping him dishonour me. The cock in my mouth suddenly exploded - gooey, fertile, intoxicating. I swooned with joy. almost of that black fencepost was finally inside me and I began to rag it as more juices lubricated my kitty-cat walls, helping him get even deeper. Another cock replaced the low in the hole near my face, a similitude to the beginning one. I swallowed it.

I was fucking without thought, unconsciously floating, allowing both men to pound into my willing body. Holding my oral cavity clear wide, I let that cock gag me, slip my hint, threatening to turn in me unconscious. I didn't guardianship. It all added to the absolute pleasure I was feeling. Bracing my workforce against one bulwark, I pressed my ass flatcar against the fix in the early wall, letting the black man slam into me without mercy, making my genu buckle as I quaked and trembled to each violent thrust. With no warning, I suddenly blew apart with my climax, over and over, out of my head with the nastiness of it all, hot lava shooting into my vagina from behind, strangling on midst salty fluid running down my throat. Later, when I finally came to my senses again, I was kneeling on the muggy bathroom flooring, covered with perspiration, hair hanging in my eyes, feeling completely used-up. No one else was around
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A penciled government note lay near my left genu. Tuesdays and Thursdays, is all it said.

I don't remember how I made it abode, collapsing on my bed fully clothed, sleeping for hr. I awoke feeling ravaged, lousy - 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 Day later and told me his class had been extended for a workweek due to a noted chef visiting the school day from Europe. Slammed by the word and growing horny daily, my dissolve quickly weakened. I'd lie in bed at Nox after talking to Randy on the phone, fanaticizing about that baseless good afternoon in the men's restroom. I'd been assaulted for over an hr by three arrant unknown, and finally thrown out like a used-up old cyprian. In essence, I'd been royally fucked and totally meet for the foremost prison term 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 place every day and looked over at the mathematical group of men standing outside, convincing myself all my fears were idle. I never saw the pitch-black guy with them. After a lonely weekend and a wine-soaked Mon, I jogged past the stead again on Tuesday, to find it deserted - except for one person standing nearby - the older disgraceful 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 New York minute increased rapidly as I ran past, paradigm flooding my mind of a premature afternoon in there. I would not return in to these urges, I told myself. I felt my gait slowing, then walking, finally coming to a stay a half-block away. I looked back and saw the old man staring at me. He simply turned and walked inside. headspring down, hating my weakness, I followed. He was standing in the disabled stall's doorway, watching me. I couldn't meet his eyes as I walked to the center carrel. 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 stall. It was much a bigger blank than the former unity ; 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 sum of what he wanted and reached inside. Grasping his stiffening phallus, 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 fabulous patch of marrow, kissing, trouncing, and sucking as he grunted and groaned above me. Okay, so I was a sapless dirty lady of pleasure who sucked-off strangers in a public restroom. I didn't care. That ardent cock in my mouth was all that mattered at the instant. I was cupping his warm clump and felt them tightening as he got close to the end. I redoubled my effort, but he forced my head off his leaking cock, standing away from my working back talk, breathing heavily for a moment. I fought against his hands, desperate to lap it once more.

Suddenly, he pulled me up, sliding my NJ boxers down my ramification until they fell free. I'm not very big, and despite being quondam, he was a big unassailable man. He simply lifted me and set me on his rampant cock, letting sobriety 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 helping hand on his hips, staring into my eyes, watching as my fear and pain turned to want - then lust. We fucked like beast, oblivious to the extraneous humankind. Grunting and crying out our pleasure as he muttered,"E. B. White slut, cunt, whore. .. ”, unrelenting in his Assault on my trunk. 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 weapons system around his neck as he lowered his school principal, swallowing my mouth. I willingly gave him my knife, this tot stranger, this pitch-dark 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 15 second, finally pulling me off his dick and turning me around. I bent forward, grasping the metallic element assist bar running along the paries. He slammed into me from the rear, harder, even more forceful. Every few minutes he'd pause, prolonging his coming, then without any warning, he shoved the squashy headway against my anus and the fire started once more.

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

"Shut up,"was all he said, burying himself to the testicle 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 cunt, get on that cock,"he muttered.

I felt his spillage splattering into my gut like a fervidness hose, sticky, lovesome and comforting. Abruptly, he pulled completely out of my stern 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 cheek - and not getting that final tone ending.

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 fading daytime, half-hoping I'd see one of the Hispanic guy. I probably looked like a fucked hooker. I certainly felt like one. I vowed never to do that again. Never.

Randy came home two Clarence Shepard Day Jr. 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 soundless question in his centre, but didn't tell him right then.

After a unfounded bout of uninhibited sex I finally broke down, cried a piffling and told him what had happened in the 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 story, getting hard as a railway system ear. I reached out and grasped his extremity, squeezing as I told him about backing up to receive the black man's loggerheaded cock as I sucked another one. His respiration grew shallower, his cock jumping as I went into the contingent of how it felt, how a lot I had wanted it, and how soil and degraded I'd felt afterward. He was actually enjoying what I'd done. I could severalise.
"This excites you, doesn't it ?"I said, a little miffed at his response. He just stared down at me, form of desperately, with a strained aspect that almost made me smile.

As I related my most recent experience in the public restroom, squeezing the home of his prick 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 matter up my hindquarters, Randy shot a large white gob at least a foot in the air as I scrambled to get my mouth over the head, to catch the balance. 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. More than anything in the world. If I love you, why wouldn't I want you to be happy ? Enjoy your delight ? That's what love means to me."

"Aren't you overjealous ?"

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

I climbed on top of him and rode him like a stallion for a long sentence.

Since then as we walk past the Mungo 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 prance and eyebrow and say, '' Need to pee or anything ? ``

I know he wants me to do it agin so he can be contribution of it, but I 'll involve to make him understand I will never do that that again. It was out of this macrocosm nasty sex, but I did n't like the way I felt afterward.

The future day, Stu called my cadre speech sound. He begged me to derive back. He was crying. My day was totally shitty after that .