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 save this ) got so many reply asking what has happened since the get-go narration, that she persuaded me to continue. Secondly, my extreme behavioral and personality changes are something I'm still trying to understand. I've gone from a meek, naïve little 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 words like cock, fuck, etc. Now, I think about it most 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 motion 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 years. I just left a note saying I'd met someone, and that Stu shouldn't try to get me. I didn't even have the grit to do it face-to-face. So call me names. I deserve it. My folk is so pissed they won't talk of the town to me, and all my old friends think I'm nuts, leaving a handsome guy like Stu for a big sloppy cook like Randy. Maybe I am crazy, but sex with Stu was like eating a soil sandwich, and him being the alone 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 eventide before he commenced fucking me like an beast all night. After I'd had a gustatory modality of it though, I'd gone back for to a greater extent. ( Awakenings 1-3 ). I was never the Lapp after that. I speak of what happened in my in the first place stories.

Randy and I fuck two, three times a day - everyday ! I'll walk into the elbow room totally unaware, and suddenly I'm jerked around, shoved facedown over the backrest of a couch or electric chair, and his big dick is slamming into me before I'm even ready. It makes piddling dispute to Randy which kettle of fish he enters - well, to either of us I suppose. Sometimes, he'll just walk up to me while I'm recital or watching TV, pull his hammer out, envelop his mitt in my pilus and stuff it down my throat so far I can experience pubic hair against my sassing. I revel in his brutality, the anxiety of possible asphyxiation, 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 thirteen. He said that even at an former age, he'd jerk-off a twelve times a day. He admitted he still does sometimes. Anyway, my libido is totally in ascendance of me these Clarence Day 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 Wed Nox. That way we'll have a day to regain before he returns to solve on Fri. Believe me, we need it too. After six or eight climax, we are sore, fatigued, and totally exhausted for at least 24 hr. The rest of the week, we fuck without using Randy's dust. Even at that, we're still doing it at least a match times a nighttime. When there are conferences in town Randy has to bring late, getting up before dayspring 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 second gear or tierce day without it I'm climbing the wall. I practically attack him when he comes abode on that last day. A yoke week ago, he had to return to Washington, D.C. ( the Sami lieu we just left ) for a week-long preparation division. 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 deliver cheated with mortal while he was gone, and maybe felt a little shamefaced because of it. Anyway, all is fine now. By the way, he reads my stories here ! He loves ‘ em !

There's a parking area with a lake, near our condo. Randy and I walk there sometimes and I jog around the lake during the solar day Randy whole kit. We were walking and feeding the duck's egg one evening and I noticed a group 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 meat of the lake, nearer to the main road. He said these men were just a gang of pervert. He went on to explicate about glory-holes and all that, which I found really uncanny - 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 adjacent day, I researched glory gob on the computer - and boy was I stunned ! The outset matter I saw was a pretty blond with a Shirley Temple Black member 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 slews of them on that site, others too. I got so agitate I jumped Randy's ivory as soon as he walked in that evening !

Well, about the third or fourth day he was gone to that cooking class in District of Columbia, 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 sunrise and afternoons. That didn't help much either. I was up to three miles on my steady jog around the lake when I had the urge to pee, really badly. The only people in passel were two Hispanic guys shooting hoops at the basketball court, and one previous black man sitting on a commons bench, a style down the block. I quickly ducked into the public convenience area, but was confronted by a sign on the madam elbow room door saying it was closed for haunt. Desperate, I looked around carefully and then hurried inside the men's stool. There were several urinals and three carrel. The first booth also had an out of rules of order sign on the door and the last one was for disenable someone. I used the one in the middle. There were holes in each wall of the narrow stall ; motion picture of penises, pussycat, mamilla, stuff like that drawn all over the walls. I sat down and peed like a fountain for a arcminute or two, picture 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 paper to cleanse up, I heard pace at the front door. I froze, lifting my feet so they couldn't be seen from outside.

Someone came in and entered the disabled stand. heedful not to be seen through the pickle, I leaned forward and peeked through it. It was the older black man I'd to begin with seen sitting on the Mungo Park judiciary. He stood there for a mo before he began peeing. His dick was really big. Every bit as great as Randy's, but also dissimilar. certain it was black, but Randy is circumcised and this guy wasn't. It was the showtime untrimmed turncock I'd ever seen, even on the estimator. He kept pulling the foreskin back to let out its poll, and then easing it back over the tip as he pissed. It looked like the declamatory black ophidian I'd once see as a kid. I suddenly realized my mouth 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 prison term - and then began to slowly stroke it. He turned to present me, his cock steadily growing harder as he pulled his foreskin back and forth over the huge spongy treetop. I felt that eye in its tip was staring straight at me. Swallowing hard, attempting to breathe through my half-open mouthpiece, 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 divulge the soft top dog - holding it there. Transfixed, I stared at the thick cock jerking and throbbing only a few inches from my face. Suddenly, my oral cavity wasn't dry anymore. It was watering. I could not do this, I told myself, remembering Randy's news of warning. There were awful diseases out there, some that could kill you. Besides, that awful thing might be filthy. .. maybe smell bad, too. I leaned closer to the opening. So did he. There was a illuminate dip of nectar on its tip, silver, glistening, making my mouth water even more. I was so close-fitting to the jam that he must've seen my back talk, for he shoved that big chocolate head all the way through the curtain raising. Without even thinking about it I stuck out my tongue and - licked that drop away - lovingly closing my mouth entirely over its head word - swooning with delight. How does one explicate the Brobdingnagian enjoyment of having a lovesome cock inside one's mouth ? It's electrifying, comforting, and extremely commove, all at the Lapplander fourth dimension. 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 loose prepuce, enjoying that new experience. Then, I slid my wet lips softly around-and-around on the straits before licking down its entire duration, then back up to the tip again. Reaching through the opening, I found his large balls and eased them through the hole. With his thick turncock already in the space, the large black sacks barely fit through the scuttle. Imagining them to be of a rich chocolate flavor, I gently sucked each nut into my mouth, savoring his grunt of pleasure. I licked back up the large venous blood vessel on the hind end of the meaty Hammond organ, and then forced my mouth down over the thick head, taking as much of it as I could suffer. Choking, I momentarily backed off to pick up my breath, and then immediately forced my head back down on it. He just let me exercise, not moving a sinew, grunting and sighing every once in a while when it felt really good. I could feel his thick vein and ridgepole as my lips moved over them, the awesome pate pushing into my oesophagus, forcing my throat open wider and wider, unrelenting as it went deeper. Eventually, I got about of it into my tortured throat, feeling curly hair against my look. I loved it. I began sucking in earnest, soaking up the small sounds of pleasance 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 glob in one small hand, gripping the radical of his cock with the other - in total control of the situation. I felt every ridgeline on his awesome cock, tasting his precious pre-cum, feeling his Lucille Ball tighten as he neared going. Yes, yes, let me own it all, my nous screamed. This totality unknown was going to dump his clod into my stomach - and I wanted it. He came with a tatty oink - a retentive steady stream, affectionate, salty, hitting the roof of my back talk, coating my tongue, sliding down the working musculus of my throat to kitty in my soft belly. I was trembling so badly I nearly fell off the toilet stool, still holding onto his cock, licking, sucking and making honey to it until he finally forced it from my sassing.

As I struggled to get my breathing under mastery, I sensed slight movement behind me. Another cock protruded from the hole of the out-of-order booth. It was brownish, unretentive and thicker, looking hard as teakwood. I thought it was probably one of the Hispanic guy wire 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 the thin wall. I wanted more. I hadn't had nearly enough. Precum immediately filled my sass and I knew this one wouldn't go long. Something tapped the paries behind me and I looked. The black guy had his cock through the trap again. I didn't hesitate. Pulling my jogging shorts down to my knee, I backed up to it, pulled my vagina lips apart and slid them around the bloated head. Placing my manus against the bulwark in front of me, I pushed back against what felt like a fencing post attempting to enter me. It hurt. stretch, burning, forcing my vagina walls apart, assaulting my most supply ship part. The bloated head finally gained introduction and the burning got even tough as I forced myself backward, helping him violate me. The cock in my mouth suddenly exploded - gooey, deep, intoxicating. I swooned with pleasure. nearly of that black fencepost was finally inside me and I began to ride it as more juice lubricated my pussy walls, helping him get even deeper. Another cock replaced the first in the hole near my face, a Twin to the get-go one. I swallowed it.

I was fucking without mentation, unconsciously floating, allowing both men to pound into my uncoerced body. Holding my sass open all-embracing, I let that stopcock gag me, slip my breathing place, threatening to depict me unconscious. I didn't fear. It all added to the absolute pleasure I was feeling. Bracing my mitt against one wall, I pressed my ass flatcar against the maw in the other rampart, letting the black man dig into me without mercy, making my knees 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 headspring 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 glutinous bathroom trading floor, covered with sweat, hair hanging in my center, feeling completely used-up. No one else was around
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A penciled notation lay near my bequeath knee joint. Tuesday and Thursday, is all it said.

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

Randy called two days later and told me his class had been extended for a calendar week due to a noted chef visiting the schooltime from Europe. Slammed by the intelligence and growing turned on daily, my resolve quickly weakened. I'd lie in bed at Night after talking to Randy on the phone, fanaticizing about that unwarranted afternoon in the men's restroom. I'd been assaulted for over an hour by three complete strangers, and finally thrown out like a used-up old cyprian. In essence, I'd been royally fucked and totally fulfill for the first sentence since Randy left for D.C. Maybe my awe 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 grouping of men standing outside, convincing myself all my fearfulness were groundless. I never saw the black guy with them. After a lonely weekend and a wine-soaked Monday, I jogged past the post again on Tuesday, to observe it defect - except for one person standing nearby - the elderly 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 blink of an eye increased rapidly as I ran past, image flooding my judgement of a premature afternoon in there. I would not give in to these itch, I told myself. I felt my stride slowing, then walking, finally coming to a layover 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 impuissance, I followed. He was standing in the disabled booth's doorway, watching me. I couldn't adjoin his middle as I walked to the center stall. Before I could even act to hunker down on the stool and pee, he reached in, grasped my wrist and pulled me with him into the disabled cubicle. It was much a bigger quad than the early one ; with a stool 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 nitty-gritty of what he wanted and reached inside. Grasping his stiffening member, I flopped it out, gasping again at its girth. I didn't have to be told what to do. I opened my lip and went to puzzle out on that fabulous opus of centre, necking, licking, and sucking as he grunted and groaned above me. O.K., so I was a faint dirty fancy woman who sucked-off alien in a public public toilet. I didn't concern. That warm cock in my oral fissure was all that mattered at the here and now. I was cupping his warm ballock 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 mouth, breathing heavily for a moment. I fought against his hands, dire to lick it once more.

Suddenly, he pulled me up, sliding my jersey boxershorts down my legs until they fell free. I'm not very big, and despite being senior, he was a big strong man. He simply lifted me and set me on his rampant cock, letting gravity deplumate me downward, impaling me like a butterfly stroke. It was raw fervency. It was agony. It was howling. I cried, squealed and moaned. He showed no mercy, standing with hands on his hips, staring into my eyes, watching as my fear and pain turned to require - then lust. We fucked like animals, oblivious to the outside existence. Grunting and crying out our joy as he muttered,"white slattern, cunt, whore. .. ”, unrelenting in his rape on my body. I came twice. He also came, but stayed hard, continuing to fuck me like he owned me. Tightening my stage around his waistline, I wrapped my arms around his neck as he lowered his head word, swallowing my back talk. I willingly gave him my glossa, this total stranger, this Joseph Black man, someone I'd never seen before, letting him have intercourse by doing so that I was his to do whatever he wanted.

He fucked me for another ten or fifteen hour, finally pulling me off his tool and turning me around. I bent forward, grasping the metal attend bar running along the wall. 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 spongelike head against my anus and the ardor started once more.

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

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

I felt his release splattering into my gut like a flame hosiery, sticky, strong and comforting. Abruptly, he pulled completely out of my butt in one movement, as I whimpered in dissent."Please,"I whispered."I haven't. .."
"Too bad,"he said, turning to the cesspool to wash out 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 room access and walked up the path in the fading daytime, 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 neck, just holding him close."Don't ever leave me again,"I whispered."Ever."I could see the silent doubtfulness in his eyes, but didn't tell him powerful then.

After a savage bout of uninhibited sex I finally broke down, cried a piddling 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 excited by my story, getting hard as a railroad spike. I reached out and grasped his member, squeezing as I told him about backing up to get the melanize man's thick dick as I sucked another one. His ventilation grew shallower, his shaft jumping as I went into the contingent 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 recite.
"This excites you, doesn't it ?"I said, a little miffed at his chemical reaction. He just stared down at me, kind of desperately, with a separate out look that almost made me smile.

As I related my most Recent experience in the populace public convenience, squeezing the nucleotide 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 part about shoving that thing up my butt, Randy shot a vauntingly white gob at to the lowest degree a pes in the air as I scrambled to get my mouth over the head, to catch the remainder. 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 felicitous ? love your pleasure ? That's what hump 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 entire for a long clock time.

Since then as we walk past the park '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 prance 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 involve to take in him understand I will never do that that again. It was out of this world tight sex, but I did n't like the way I felt afterward.

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