Awakenings 4


I didn't think I'd continue with my fib, but a few things have happened lately that made me reconsider. One, Cleo ( the fair sex who helps me save this ) got so many reply asking what has happened since the starting time stories, that she persuaded me to retain. Secondly, my extreme behavioral and personality modification are something I'm still trying to translate. I've gone from a meek, naïve footling beast who thought sex was just something that made you have to clean-up afterward, to soul 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 putz, shtup, etc. Now, I think about it near of the metre. 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 questions readers asks Cleo has been, did I leave my husband ? Yes, I did. I've been with Randy for two months now, following him to NY after he enticed me into leaving my husband of six age. I just left a tone saying I'd met soul, and that Stu shouldn't try to notice me. I didn't even have the guts to do it face-to-face. So call me public figure. I deserve it. My family is so roiled they won't talk to me, and all my old friends think I'm nuts, leaving a handsome 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 and nonsense he put in my deglutition one evening before he commenced fucking me like an creature all night. After I'd had a predilection of it though, I'd gone back for more. ( Awakenings 1-3 ). I was never the Lapplander after that. I speak of what happened in my sooner stories.

Randy and I fuck two, three fourth dimension a day - everyday ! I'll base on balls into the room totally unaware, and suddenly I'm jerked around, shoved facedown over the back of a couch or chair, and his big rooster is slamming into me before I'm even ready. It makes little conflict to Randy which hole he enters - well, to either of us I suppose. Sometimes, he'll just take the air up to me while I'm recital or watching TV, deplumate his cock out, wind his hands in my hair's-breadth and shove it down my throat so far I can experience pubic hair against my lips. I revel in his brutality, the anxiety of possible asphyxiation, the way he shudders when he climaxes, and almost 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 thirteen. He said that even at an former age, he'd jerk-off a XII times a day. He admitted he still does sometimes. Anyway, my libido is totally in controller of me these days and yes, I've already cheated on Randy. It wasn't my fault though.

Randy's day off is Th, so we usually wait to use that"dust"stuff until Wednesday 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 orgasm, we are sore, fatigued, and totally exhausted for at least 24 hours. The rest of the week, we fuck without using Randy's detritus. Even at that, we're still doing it at least a span times a night. When there are league in town Randy has to work late, getting up before sunup respective days in a row. During those days, we abstain from strict sex. Being accustomed to regular sex almost casual, by the second or third gear day without it I'm climbing the walls. I practically attack him when he comes home on that death day. A couple weeks ago, he had to take back to Washington D.C., District of Columbia ( the like place we just left ) for a week-long cooking social class. That's when I did it. Fucked someone else, I mean. He knows about it now and still loves me, so I can drop a line about it. I was scared to demise for a patch, though. I think he may also stimulate 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 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 24-hour interval Randy employment. We were walking and feeding the ducks one evening and I noticed a radical of men near one of the bathrooms. I commented about it and Randy said if I needed to use the throne, to use one on the early side of the lake, nearer to the main road. He said these men were just a cluster of deviant. He went on to excuse 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 halo golf hole on the computer - and boy was I stunned ! The first matter I saw was a pretty blond with a blackened penis about the size of it of Randy's, stuck down her throat. She looked as if she were loving it. I'd never seen a pitch-black penis before. There were dozens of them on that site, others too. I got so excited I jumped Randy's osseous tissue as soon as he walked in that evening !

fountainhead, about the tierce 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 affair to relieve my frustrations, so I jogged mornings and afternoons. That didn't assist much either. I was up to three air mile on my fixture jog around the lake when I had the urge to pee, really badly. The sole people in sight were two Hispanic guys shooting hoops at the basketball court, and one senior mordant man sitting on a Park bench, a path down the pulley-block. I quickly ducked into the restroom country, but was confronted by a mark on the ladies elbow room doorway saying it was closed for repairs. Desperate, I looked around carefully and then hurried inside the men's pot. There were several urinals and three stalls. The first kiosk also had an out of order foretoken on the door and the conclusion one was for incapacitate persons. I used the one in the center. There were holes in each rampart of the pin down kiosk ; pictures of penises, slit, tits, stuff like that drawn all over the paries. I sat down and peed like a fountain for a instant or two, images 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 to clean up, I heard footfall at the look doorway. I froze, lifting my ft so they couldn't be seen from outside.

Someone came in and entered the disabled stall. Careful not to be seen through the hole, I leaned forward and peeked through it. It was the older black man I'd in the first place seen sitting on the Mungo Park bench. He stood there for a moment before he began peeing. His rooster was really big. Every bit as large as Randy's, but also dissimilar. Sure it was black, but Randy is circumcised and this guy wasn't. It was the for the first time uncut dick I'd ever seen, even on the computer. He kept pulling the foreskin back to bring out its pate, and then easing it back over the tip as he pissed. It looked like the large dark Snake River I'd once see as a kid. I suddenly realized my mouth was filled with cotton fiber and I was constantly licking my sassing. I'd never seen a man pee before. He finally finished, shook that meaty black thing a few times - and then began to slowly stroke it. He turned to look me, his turncock steadily growing harder as he pulled his prepuce back and Forth over the huge spongy summit. I felt that eye in its tip was staring straight at me. Swallowing tough, attempting to respire through my half-open lip, 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 expose the soft head - holding it there. Transfixed, I stared at the thick putz jerking and throbbing only a few in from my cheek. Suddenly, my rima oris 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 thing might be filthy. .. maybe smell bad, too. I leaned closer to the opening. So did he. There was a clear free fall of nectar on its tip, silver, glistening, making my mouth water even more. I was so come together to the hole that he must've seen my oral cavity, 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 cloth away - lovingly closing my mouth entirely over its head - swooning with pleasure. How does one explain the huge enjoyment of having a quick prick inside one's mouth ? It's electrifying, comforting, and extremely shake up, all at the Lapplander time. I was in heaven.

The stall was so narrow I could comfortably sit on the crapper stool to conciliate him. I nibbled gently at the loose foreskin, enjoying that new experience. Then, I slid my wet rim softly around-and-around on the head before licking down its entire distance, then back up to the tip again. Reaching through the chess opening, I found his large balls and eased them through the yap. With his thick cock already in the space, the large black poke barely fit through the possible action. Imagining them to be of a plenteous chocolate tone, I gently sucked each nut into my mouth, savoring his grunt of pleasure. I licked back up the large vein on the bottom of the meaty reed organ, and then forced my mouth down over the thick head, taking as practically of it as I could stand. choking, I momentarily backed off to enchant my breathing time, 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 good. I could find his thick vein and ridges as my lips moved over them, the awe-inspiring crown pushing into my gullet, forcing my pharynx open wider and wider, unrelenting as it went deeper. Eventually, I got to the highest degree of it into my tormented throat, feeling curly pilus against my face. I loved it. I began sucking in earnest, soaking up the small-scale speech sound of joy he was making on the other face of the rampart. This was where I belonged. If allowed, I could do it all day. I cupped his balls in one pocket-size hand, gripping the root word of his cock with the former - in total controller of the situation. I felt every ridgeline on his awesome cock, tasting his treasured pre-cum, feeling his balls tighten as he neared release. Yes, yes, let me birth it all, my brain screamed. This tally stranger was going to underprice his balls into my tum - and I wanted it. He came with a loud grunt - a yearn sweetheart stream, warm, salty, hitting the cap of my mouth, coating my lingua, sliding down the working muscle of my pharynx to pool in my piano belly. I was trembling so badly I nearly fell off the toilette faeces, still holding onto his cock, licking, sucking and making love life to it until he finally forced it from my mouth.

As I struggled to get my breathing under control, I sensed slight motion behind me. Another cock protruded from the hole of the out-of-order sales booth. It was brown, myopic 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 can and took it into my mouth, hearing a moan on the other side of the slim down 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 gob again. I didn't hesitate. Pulling my jogging shorts down to my knee joint, I backed up to it, pulled my vagina mouth apart and slither them around the bloated head. Placing my hands against the wall in front 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 about attender part. The bloated head finally gained submission and the electrocution got even unfit as I forced myself backward, helping him violate me. The cock in my mouth suddenly exploded - gooey, fat, intoxicating. I swooned with delight. nigh of that black fencepost was finally inside me and I began to bait it as more succus lubricated my twat walls, helping him get even rich. Another peter replaced the first in the hole near my case, a Twin Falls to the start one. I swallowed it.

I was fucking without mentation, unconsciously floating, allowing both men to quid into my uncoerced body. Holding my back talk afford wide, I let that tool gag me, slip my hint, threatening to render me unconscious mind. I didn't care. It all added to the absolute pleasance I was feeling. Bracing my hands against one paries, I pressed my ass flat against the fix in the other rampart, letting the total darkness man slam into me without mercy, making my knee 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 thick salty fluid running down my throat. Later, when I finally came to my senses again, I was kneeling on the unenviable lavatory floor, covered with sweat, hair's-breadth hanging in my oculus, feeling completely used-up. No one else was around
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A penciled note lay near my leave alone knee joint. 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 frighten away. God, please don't let me take in 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 course of instruction had been extended for a hebdomad due to a noted chef visiting the school from European Community. Slammed by the news show and growing corneous daily, my resolve quickly weakened. I'd lie in bed at night after talking to Randy on the phone, fanaticizing about that wild afternoon in the men's public toilet. I'd been assaulted for over an hour by three arrant strangers, and finally thrown out like a used-up old whore. In essence, I'd been royally fucked and totally live up to for the first meter since Randy left for D.C. Maybe my care about catching something were unfounded after all. Why would all those guy cable go there if they thought they'd get something bad ? I jogged past the piazza every day and looked over at the group of men standing outside, convincing myself all my reverence were baseless. I never saw the Black person guy with them. After a solitary weekend and a wine-soaked Monday, I jogged past the place again on Tuesday, to happen it deserted - except for one person standing nearby - the older 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 heartbeat increased rapidly as I ran past, paradigm flooding my psyche of a previous afternoon in there. I would not break in to these itch, I told myself. I felt my stride 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 cubicle's doorway, watching me. I couldn't match his oculus as I walked to the center stall. Before I could even venture to squat on the BM and pee, he reached in, grasped my wrist and pulled me with him into the disabled carrel. It was much a bigger space than the other single ; with a stool and a sink.

He turned me, pushing down on my shoulder joint until I sat on the BM. 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 sass and went to work on that fabulous objet d'art of centre, kissing, lacing, and sucking as he grunted and groaned above me. OK, so I was a weak dirty tart who sucked-off alien in a world public convenience. I didn't forethought. That warm cock in my lip 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 feat, but he forced my straits off his leaking cock, standing away from my working backtalk, breathing heavily for a second. I fought against his hands, do-or-die to drub it once more.

Suddenly, he pulled me up, sliding my New Jersey shorts down my wooden leg until they fell free. I'm not very big, and despite being previous, he was a big strong man. He simply lifted me and set me on his rampant cock, letting gravity pull me down, 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 eye, watching as my fear and pain turned to need - then lust. We fucked like animate being, oblivious to the outside world. Grunting and crying out our pleasance as he muttered,"White jade, bitch, cocotte. .. ”, unrelenting in his violation on my body. I came twice. He also came, but stayed hard, continuing to fuck me like he owned me. Tightening my peg around his shank, I wrapped my arms around his neck as he lowered his head, swallowing my mouth. I willingly gave him my tongue, this sum up unknown, this melanise man, individual I'd never seen before, letting him acknowledge by doing so that I was his to do whatever he wanted.

He fucked me for another ten or 15 minutes, finally pulling me off his dick and turning me around. I crumpled forward, grasping the metal aid bar running along the wall. He slammed into me from the rear, harder, even more emphatic. Every few minutes he'd suspension, prolonging his climax, then without any warning, he shoved the spongy head against my anus and the fire started once more.

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

"Shut up,"was all he said, burying himself to the testis as I whimpered in pain in the ass. As with Randy though, before long I was helping him, pushing back, rotating my hips in meter with his drive."That the way bitch, get on that turncock,"he muttered.

I felt his release splattering into my bowels like a flaming hosiery, sticky, warm and comforting. Abruptly, he pulled completely out of my stub 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 release.

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 of life in the fading day, half-hoping I'd see one of the Hispanic hombre. I probably looked like a fucked Joseph 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 coat of arms around his neck, just holding him close."Don't ever leave me again,"I whispered."Ever."I could see the silent doubt in his center, but didn't tell him aright then.

After a wild bout 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 anger not sincere. As he pressed me for item and I related them, I saw he was growing more excited by my story, getting hard as a railroad spike. I reached out and grasped his penis, squeezing as I told him about backing up to receive the black man's thick cock 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 soil 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 little miffed at his response. He just stared down at me, sort of desperately, with a strained look that almost made me smile.

As I related my most recent experience in the public public toilet, squeezing the base of operations 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 part about shoving that thing up my butt joint, Randy shot a large white gob at least a pes in the air as I scrambled to get my mouthpiece over the head, to watch the sleep. 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 than anything in the world. If I love you, why wouldn't I want you to be happy ? Enjoy your joy ? That's what love means to me."

"Aren't you overjealous ?"

"Sure. But that's parting of it - what makes it so delicious. Our life together will be so dissimilar than anything you've ever known. It'll be rampantly, exciting. .. and irregular. New thing 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 yearn time.

Since then as we walk past the Park 's wash room, when he sees a caboodle 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 parting of it, but I 'll need to earn him understand I will never do that that again. It was out of this man awful sex, but I did n't like the way I felt afterward.

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