wakening 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 fair sex who helps me spell this ) got so many reply asking what has happened since the initiatory stories, that she persuaded me to keep. Secondly, my extremum behavioral and personality variety are something I'm still trying to understand. I've gone from a meek, naïve fiddling animal 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 plenty cock. See how I talk now ? Previously, I didn't use Logos like rooster, fuck, etc. Now, I think about it nearly 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 doubtfulness 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 hubby of six years. I just left a note saying I'd met someone, and that Stu shouldn't try to line up me. I didn't even have the gut to do it face-to-face. So forebode me gens. I deserve it. My mob is so pissed they won't public lecture to me, and all my old friends think I'm nuts, leaving a good-looking guy like Stu for a big marshy 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 hooey he put in my drink one eve before he commenced fucking me like an creature all night. 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 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 put or chair, and his big cock is slamming into me before I'm even ready. It makes picayune difference to Randy which muddle he enters - well, to either of us I suppose. Sometimes, he'll just walk up to me while I'm reading or watching TV, pull his cock out, wind his hired hand in my hair and shove it down my throat so far I can feel pubic hair against my lips. I revel in his viciousness, the anxiety of potential 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 freak or just over-sexed, but he told me he's been this way since he was XIII. He said that even at an early age, he'd wanker a dozen time a day. He admitted he still does sometimes. Anyway, my libido is totally in ascendance of me these daytime and yes, I've already cheated on Randy. It wasn't my fault though.

Randy's day off is Thursday, so we usually wait to use that"debris"stuff and nonsense until Wednesday night. 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 climax, we are sore, fatigued, and totally exhausted for at least 24 minute. The eternal rest of the hebdomad, we fuck without using Randy's dust. Even at that, we're still doing it at to the lowest degree a couple times a dark. When there are league in town Randy has to work late, getting up before dawn several days in a row. During those twenty-four hour period, we abstain from rigorous sex. Being accustomed to regular sex almost daily, by the back or third day without it I'm climbing the walls. I practically attack him when he comes habitation on that last day. A distich hebdomad ago, he had to return to President Washington, D.C. ( the same place we just left ) for a week-long preparation class. That's when I did it. Fucked individual 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 while, though. I think he may also have cheated with someone while he was gone, and maybe felt a niggling guilty because of it. Anyway, all is fine now. By the way, he reads my write up 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 works. We were walking and feeding the duck's egg one evening and I noticed a chemical 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 briny road. He said these men were just a caboodle of perverts. He went on to explain about glory-holes and all that, which I found really unearthly - but form of exciting, too. He admitted that he'd frequently gone to glory trap when he was younger, but quit visiting them because he'd been scared of getting a disease. The next day, I researched glory holes on the computer - and boy was I stunned ! The first off thing I saw was a pretty blonde with a contraband 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 dozens of them on that land site, others too. I got so excited I jumped Randy's castanets as soon as he walked in that eventide !

Well, about the third or fourth day he was gone to that cooking course in D.C., I was already climbing the wall I wanted it so bad. The vibrator he bought for us didn't do a thing to excuse my frustrations, so I jogged mornings and afternoons. That didn't help much either. I was up to three miles on my habitue jog around the lake when I had the itch to pee, really badly. The solely people in sight were two Spanish American guys shooting ring at the basketball court of law, and one older black man sitting on a Park bench, a ways down the mental block. I quickly ducked into the restroom area, but was confronted by a sign on the lady way door saying it was closed for repairs. Desperate, I looked around carefully and then hurried inside the men's can. There were various urinals and three stalls. The first stall also had an out of order sign on the door and the finale one was for disabled somebody. I used the one in the midpoint. There were holes in each paries of the constringe stall ; pictures of phallus, kitty-cat, tits, stuff like that drawn all over the walls. I sat down and micturate like a natural spring for a minute or two, images flooding my already horny mind about all the things that had happened there. The shoes even smelled like sex. As I reached for some tissue to clean up, I heard stride at the front door. I froze, lifting my feet so they couldn't be seen from outside.

Someone came in and entered the handicapped carrell. measured not to be seen through the hole, I leaned forward and peeked through it. It was the older inglorious man I'd earlier seen sitting on the common bench. He stood there for a consequence before he began peeing. His cock was really big. Every bit as large as Randy's, but also different. certain it was black, but Randy is circumcised and this guy wasn't. It was the for the first time full-length cock I'd ever seen, even on the information processing system. He kept pulling the foreskin back to discover its cap, 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 plant and I was constantly licking my lips. I'd never seen a man pee before. He finally finished, shook that meaty black affair a few times - and then began to slowly stroke it. He turned to look me, his cock steadily growing harder as he pulled his prepuce back and Forth River over the huge spongy tip. I felt that eye in its tip was staring heterosexual at me. Swallowing hard, attempting to emit 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 expose the soft head - holding it there. Transfixed, I stared at the thick putz 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 words of warning. There were awed diseases out there, some that could kill you. Besides, that nasty thing might be filthy. .. maybe smell bad, too. I leaned closer to the scuttle. So did he. There was a clear drop of nectar on its tip, silver, glistening, making my mouth water even more. I was so close to the hole that he must've seen my mouth, for he shoved that big cocoa head all the way through the opening. Without even thinking about it I stuck out my clapper and - licked that drop curtain away - lovingly closing my sass entirely over its school principal - swooning with delight. How does one explain the vast enjoyment of having a warm cock inside one's rima oris ? It's electrifying, comforting, and extremely exciting, all at the same fourth dimension. I was in heaven.

The cubicle was so specialise I could comfortably sit on the toilet potty to accommodate him. I nibbled gently at the easy prepuce, enjoying that new experience. Then, I slid my wet backtalk softly around-and-around on the fountainhead before licking down its entire length, then back up to the tip again. Reaching through the opening, I found his tumid formal and eased them through the hole. With his thick cock already in the space, the heavy Negroid paper bag barely fit through the opening. Imagining them to be of a rich people chocolate flavor, I gently sucked each nut into my oral fissure, savoring his grunt of pleasance. I licked back up the large vein on the tail end of the meaty organ, and then forced my mouth down over the loggerheaded head, taking as much of it as I could stand. Choking, I momentarily backed off to enamour my breath, 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 feel his thick veins and rooftree as my brim moved over them, the amazing crown pushing into my esophagus, forcing my throat unfastened wider and wider, unrelenting as it went bass. Eventually, I got most of it into my torture throat, feeling curly haircloth against my grimace. I loved it. I began sucking in earnest, soaking up the small strait of delight he was making on the other position of the bulwark. This was where I belonged. If allowed, I could do it all day. I cupped his orb in one small deal, gripping the foundation of his putz with the early - in tote up control of the situation. I felt every ridge on his awful cock, tasting his wanted pre-cum, feeling his orb tighten as he neared release. Yes, yes, let me have it all, my brain screamed. This total stranger was going to deck his balls into my stomach - and I wanted it. He came with a brassy grunt - a long steady current, affectionate, salty, hitting the roof of my mouth, coating my clapper, sliding down the working brawn of my throat to pool in my mild belly. I was trembling so badly I nearly fell off the lav stool, still holding onto his cock, licking, sucking and making love to it until he finally forced it from my mouth.

As I struggled to get my breathing under restraint, I sensed slight movement behind me. Another cock protruded from the muddle of the out-of-order cubicle. It was brownish, shorter 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 stool and took it into my lip, hearing a moan on the other side of the slender paries. I wanted more. I hadn't had nearly enough. Precum immediately filled my mouth and I knew this one wouldn't in conclusion long. Something tapped the rampart 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 stifle, I backed up to it, pulled my vagina lips apart and slid them around the bloated head. Placing my hands against the wall in presence of me, I pushed back against what felt like a fencing post attempting to enrol me. It hurt. stretch, burning at the stake, forcing my vagina rampart apart, assaulting my most tender component. The bloated head finally gained entryway and the burn got even forged as I forced myself backward, helping him plunder me. The cock in my lip suddenly exploded - gooey, plenteous, intoxicating. I swooned with pleasure. Most of that black fencepost was finally inside me and I began to ride it as more succus lubricated my slit wall, helping him get even deeply. Another cock replaced the first in the golf hole near my brass, a twin to the first base one. I swallowed it.

I was fucking without thought, unconsciously floating, allowing both men to pound into my willing torso. Holding my mouth open all-inclusive, I let that hammer gag me, steal my breath, threatening to fork out me unconscious mind. I didn't care. It all added to the inviolable pleasure I was feeling. Bracing my script against one paries, I pressed my ass flat tire against the hole in the former bulwark, letting the disastrous man slam into me without mercy, making my knees buckle as I quaked and trembled to each violent driving force. With no monition, 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 pharynx. Later, when I finally came to my sens again, I was kneeling on the gummy bathroom trading floor, covered with sudor, hair hanging in my eyes, feeling completely used-up. No one else was around
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A penciled note lay near my impart knee. Tues and Thursdays, is all it said.

I don't retrieve how I made it home plate, collapsing on my bed fully clothed, sleeping for hours. I awoke feeling ravaged, begrime - 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 day later and told me his socio-economic class had been extended for a week due to a noted chef visiting the school from Europe. Slammed by the news and growing randy daily, my solve quickly weakened. I'd lie in bed at night after talking to Randy on the speech sound, fanaticizing about that savage afternoon in the men's restroom. I'd been assaulted for over an time of day by three complete strangers, and finally thrown out like a used-up old whore. In inwardness, I'd been royally fucked and totally satisfied for the first time since Randy left for D.C. Maybe my fears about catching something were unfounded after all. Why would all those guy rope 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 fear were unfounded. I never saw the blackened guy with them. After a alone 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 blackamoor 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, images flooding my mind of a previous good afternoon in there. I would not hand in to these itch, I told myself. I felt my pace deceleration, then walking, finally coming to a full point 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 meet his eye as I walked to the centerfield stall. Before I could even affect 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 distance than the other ones ; with a stool and a sink.

He turned me, pushing down on my shoulders until I sat on the throne. 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 girth. I didn't have to be told what to do. I opened my mouth and went to exercise on that fabulous piece of inwardness, kissing, 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 wash room. I didn't care. That quick peter in my mouth was all that mattered at the moment. I was cupping his warm testicle and felt them tightening as he got close to the end. I redoubled my attempt, but he forced my head off his leaking dick, standing away from my working mouth, breathing heavily for a moment. I fought against his hands, desperate to lick 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 warm man. He simply lifted me and set me on his rampant dick, letting gravity perpetrate me downward, impaling me like a butterfly. It was raw fire. It was agony. It was fantastic. I cried, squealed and moaned. He showed no mercy, standing with hands on his pelvic girdle, staring into my eyes, watching as my fear and botheration turned to take - then lust. We fucked like animals, oblivious to the outside worldly concern. Grunting and crying out our pleasance as he muttered,"White slut, twat, whore. .. ”, unrelenting in his assault on my body. I came twice. He also came, but stayed hard, continuing to roll in the hay me like he owned me. Tightening my legs around his waist, I wrapped my arms around his neck as he lowered his question, swallowing my oral cavity. I willingly gave him my glossa, this total alien, this black man, someone I'd never seen before, letting him make out by doing so that I was his to do whatever he wanted.

He fucked me for another ten or fifteen minute, finally pulling me off his dick and turning me around. I dead set forward, grasping the metallic element assist bar running along the wall. He slammed into me from the tail end, harder, even more forceful. Every few minutes he'd pause, prolonging his climax, then without any warning, he shoved the spongy headspring against my anus and the fire started once more.

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

"Shut up,"was all he said, burying himself to the nut as I whimpered in pain. As with Randy though, before long I was helping him, pushing back, rotating my hips in cadency with his thrusts."That the way gripe, get on that hammer,"he muttered.

I felt his release splattering into my bowel like a fire hose, sticky, warm 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 sink to wash himself. Just like that he was gone, leaving me huddled in that dirty cubicle, tears streaming down my human face - and not getting that final discharge.

I don't know why no one came in that afternoon. I didn't even see anyone as I staggered out the threshold and walked up the route in the fading daylight, half-hoping I'd see one of the Hispanic guy wire. I probably looked like a be intimate Richard Hooker. I certainly felt like one. I vowed never to do that again. Never.

Randy came home two sidereal day later and immediately sensed something was wrong. As soon as he entered, I wrapped my implements of war around his neck opening, just holding him close."Don't ever leave me again,"I whispered."Ever."I could see the silent inquiry in his eyes, but didn't tell him powerful then.

After a barbarian 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 contingent and I related them, I saw he was growing more wind up by my story, getting hard as a railroad spindle. I reached out and grasped his member, 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 begrime 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 niggling miffed at his reaction. He just stared down at me, kind of desperately, with a filter look that almost made me smile.

As I related my most recent experience in the populace restroom, squeezing the foundation 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 rear end, Randy shot a vauntingly white gob at least a ft in the air as I scrambled to get my mouth over the pass, to fascinate the rest. He came a lot, so he'd really been excited.

Afterward, pouting a patch, 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 globe. 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 jealous ?"

"Sure. But that's office 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 irregular. New things all the time. I promise, it'll never get old."

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

Since then as we walk past the car park 's restroom, when he sees a gang 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 region of it, but I 'll call for to make him understand I will never do that that again. It was out of this man nasty sex, but I did n't like the way I felt afterward.

The side by side day, Stu called my cellular phone phone. He begged me to arrive back. He was crying. My day was totally shitty after that .