Awakenings 5

I didn't think I would be writing about this anymore, but so much has happened to me since the last chapter, and a lot of people have asked what's going on, so here goes nothing. wakening 1-4 will tell you how much my once simple life has changed, and how I went from a happily married Loretta Young wife to soul with an almost unquenchable sex appetency. I could blame Randy, the man who introduced me to that life-style, but I know it was completely my own faulting. After my married man Stu called and pleaded with me to fare back home, I finally did ( Read Awakenings 4 ). I'll never forget the hurt in Randy's eyes when I told him I was going back to my husband, try to put my union back together. He didn't plead, but he acted as if I'd just stabbed him through the heart. I guess in a way, I did. I knew after only a day back nursing home that I'd made a colossal mistake. All I could think of was Randy - the wonderfully aphrodisiac things we did. After three years, I was already climbing the bulwark. A month later, when Stu left on another one of his cover business head trip, it was the stopping point stalk. I left and went back to Washington, D.C.

That morning I dressed in shorts and a soft perspirer that clearly showed off my tit. Checking myself in the mirror, I knew I looked beneficial. I didn't call Randy. I just showed up on the day I knew he had off. That was a mistake. When he saw it was me, he opened the door, but didn't invite me in."Hey,"was all he said.

"Hey,"I replied."Can I come in ?"

He glanced over his shoulder, saying,"You've caught me at a bad time."I could hear someone moving around inside. I knew it was probably a girl, and it hurt a little.

"I want to come back, Randy. I couldn't stand being away from you."

"hubby's footling dick not doing the job ?"

I felt my face burning, but just let it go. He'd earned the right to be filthy. I had it coming."Please. I know you have someone here. I don't care. Just let me ride out and try to do up for what I did."

He jerked his head for me to get along inside and I slid past him through the doorway, sitting my overnight bag down. A really cute missy in revealing short pants and a tank-top lounged on the sofa. She was taller than I am, but slender like me. decent bosom and pegleg. I suspected she had a Nice ass too. That was one of the matter Randy always said he liked about me. I was instantly jealous as hell. She smiled sweetly, like she knew exactly what I was thinking.

"This is jennet,"he said, nodding at a chairperson for me to sit.

"I've got no home else to stay, Randy,"I blurted out almost in tears. I now knew it'd been impetuous for me to fly to washout D.C. when I didn't know anyone except Randy.

He looked thoughtful for a moment."You can appease in my guest room temporarily. My own bedroom is good at the moment. You'll have to get a job and pay board if you want to stay longer than a week. That'll be your status - a tenant."

Jenny got up and smirked as she left the elbow room, strutting cutely. I conceded that she really did deliver a nifty ass. I stared at Randy for a hour."Can you ever forgive me, Randy ? I still love you. I do. I want what we had."

"That may make some time - if ever. You got to me really bad when you left, infant. I never felt that bad before."

The damage in his eyes made my heart ache for him. I wanted to wrap my weaponry around him, but I just said,"I understand. I'll be here for you if you change your mind. Anything you want. Ignore me, use me, anything. I'm asking nada in return."

"You might not bed what you're letting yourself in for. I'm pretty pissed."

"Then take it out on me until it's out of your system. I'll do anything to have things the way they were."

That night, was the hardest I ever experienced. I'd wanted to startle Randy's bones from the hour I'd walked in. Having to go to my own room while he went into the room we'd once shared, taking Jenny with him, well, it was tough to find out. This was Randy's Nox off so I knew they would contribution some of Randy's ‘ love dust.'I envied them. I hated them. Once they started fucking I hated them even more. I'm rather subdued when having sex. Jenny wasn't. She screamed and cried-out non-stop all night. At one point she screamed over and over,"screwing me in the ass ! piece of tail my ass !"Eventually her screams faded off into whimper and moan. It wasn't very long before she started screaming again though. I was so hot I was going out of my creative thinker. ineffective to support it any longer, I got up and went to their sleeping room door, listening as Randy's oink and yells drove me right up the wall. Finally, I reached out and turned the knob - and found it locked. snag streaming down my face, I ran back to my bed and covered my pinna with a pillow. I had my hand buried inside my pussy until I passed out around 3:30 AM. They were still going hard.

The next morning, their door was still locked and not a sound was coming from the room. I knew the tone. After a night of using Randy's ‘ sexual love dust,'we'd been the Lapp way, totally exhausted. It made me angry though. I left, determined to find body of work as soon as possible. I couldn't stand this feeling any recollective. I was still horny this morning, my pussy burning up. damn Randy anyway.

I took the bus downtown, about a xx minute ride. It only took me three 60 minutes to shore a job as stewardess for a café and lounge. Shit, I thought the saving was so bad. The pay wasn't great, but it would be sufficiency if I was careful. I'd give Randy some time to work past everything, but if it took too long I'd get a billet of my own. I couldn't take many more nights like last night. The ride back went right past the park where I'd allowed a dyad of unknown to have intercourse the daylights out of me a few months earlier. It was regorge, but those images suddenly flooded my mind, leaving me wet and stimulate. I would not do that again, I promised myself.
No matter how bad it got, I would look for Randy to prepare up his mind.

When I entered the condo, Randy was on his Play station, and William Le Baron Jenny was prancing around in a baby-doll nighty. She looked scrumptious - the squawk. Randy didn't even take care up, but Jenny smiled."I made some soup. require some ?"

That's the way it went for almost a hebdomad, her being so overnice butter wouldn't melt in her pretty mouth, my nights filled with their grunt, cry and moan as I soaked my own sheets. Twice, when Jenny was in the shower, I actually pleaded with Randy to do me any way he wanted. I reminded him I was the way I was because of him, that I needed it because he'd turned me into a slattern. He just shook his head. I ran away sobbing. He was getting his revenge.

I'd married Stu at a Young age, in what turned out to be a very vanilla seven-year relationship. Randy had introduced me into a totally uninhibited life style filled with every kind of sex imaginable. Sex is almost all I've thought of since. I realize I'm probably regurgitate, but if I am so is Randy. We were made for each other. Why couldn't he see that ? Riding the bus base from piece of work on my forth day I saw a companion figure panel and then come sit down next to me, even though the bus was nearly deserted. It was the old black man I'd had sex with in the park men's room, on that day so long ago. I stared heterosexual ahead, frozen, scared to death. After a few moment, he simply took my manus and placed it on his bare cock. He'd unzipped quietly and I hadn't even noticed. I tried pulling my hand away but he just held it there, staring to the front. Frantically, I looked around, but the three citizenry who were sitting ahead of us didn't suspect a thing.

"Please don't do this,"I whispered."I'm not like that anymore."

He finally turned his case to me, smiling softly."Yes, you are."He looked back to the front, moving my hand slowly up and down on his cock. It was so big. Warm. Throbbing in my small deal like it was live.
I felt his other hand at the back of my head, pulling it forward."No."I said firmly ; then pleading"No,"more softly as the pressure on the dorsum of my promontory grew insistent. My face was only a few inches from his ebony cock, clay and shiny. I could smack its musk, see a silverish drop curtain forming at its tip. My rima oris watered as I remembered how it'd tasted that day in the green. insistence eased on the back of my headway, before slipping away entirely. I didn't pull back. Instead, I lowered my mouth and took his uncircumcised turncock in as far as I could get by. It tasted like beebread, making me swoon as I gobbled it like it was candy. I finally got most of it stuffed down my milking pharynx, then sliding back a piffling as I let my tongue feel the rooftree and thick nervure as I eased off. Then I was plunging my face back down, feeling that awesome cockhead enter the sozzled hatchway of my throat, popping through into my gullet. At that import, we were the sole two the great unwashed in the world. I was so starved for sex that I would've fucked that old man right there on the bus. It came to a sudden jarring halt as he roughly pushed my thirsty mouth off his cock and hurriedly zipped up. He stood, gazing down at me."This is where I get off."

He exited as to a greater extent passengers boarded. Like a zombie I got up and followed, my heart pounding like thunder in my throat. I knew I shouldn't be doing this. Scared but excited, my legs felt so weak I could hardly walk. I was having difficulty even breathing, but I followed. After a blockage, he paused and looked back to see if I was there, then went into an apartment building. I don't even call back climbing the wickedness stairs behind him, just him holding the door unresolved for me to take the air inside his apartment. He went straight into the chamber and I followed like I'd been programed. All the days and Night of listening to Randy and Jenny rutting like Wolf, seeing their images in my psyche, my kitty burning up and soaking my panty all day long, had finally taken its bell. I couldn't resist what was awaiting me in there, even if I wanted to. I didn't. I wanted this. I needed it.

I'd go nutcase if someone didn't give me what I needed.

"Get naked,"The old man said, walking toward the bathroom. I instantly heard him leaking into the urine.
How romantic, I thought. I'm just a piece of ass to him. Fine, that's what I wanted, too. Just hump me and let me go home. I quickly undressed. Trembling as though I had a high-pitched fever, I was lying in the center of the bed when he returned from the bathroom and crawled in beside me. He was also naked, his rod sticking straight out. He was magniloquent and dilute and I could almost reckon his ribs, but his cock was long, thick and meaty. Like the unforesightful curly hair on his psyche, his pubic hair was gray. He climbed onto my pectus and tantalizingly rubbed his spongy cockhead over my loosen lips as I excitedly gasped for air. Then he just shoved it down my throat, burying it all the way. I could feel his hairy balls against my Chin as I struggled to take a breather through my poke. Just when I thought I would pass out, he finally pulled out for a second, and then did it again - again - and again. I didn't fight him. My weapon were outstretched to the slope, hands clutching the bed sheet, my outdoors mouth a willing receptacle for his use. He face-fucked me for a long time, then after a while he rolled onto his vertebral column, pulling my head word to his putz, letting me do the body of work while he watched. I didn't disappoint. I lathed his cock and balls with my tongue until they were wet, sucking his loose foreskin as I also tongued it, sticking the tip of my tongue into his pee-hole, and then gently nibbling on his foreskin again. I sucked his cock hard and then softly, surd once more, hearing his pleasurable grunts. I smiled. I was in control here. He needed it as a great deal as I did. I was trembling all over I was so excited. My swollen twat lip were so sensitive I felt I could cum anytime even without any contact. I'd never been hotter. He pulled his knobby stifle to his thin chest, pushing my face into his steamy crack. I felt oh so foul as I licked and bit downward to his puckered anus, listening to his moan, smelling his musky odor. I was at a stage that I knew I would do anything he wanted of me. He owned me. I was the spoilt slattern imaginable, trembling with the agitation of doing forbidden things with a accomplished stranger. I was so wind up, I was gasping for breathing space. I slowly traveled back up his scrotum, licking the thick vein on the tush of his turncock, sliding my let loose wet lip around his squishy head, making honey to it, then swallowing his entire cock down to the balls as he gripped my head and humped upward with brute force. His cum was wooden-headed and substantial as it hit the back of my throat, coating my tongue, sliding down my throat in worthless lumps to pool thick inside my soft belly, hot and heavy. He shot three hanker twine, one right hand after the other. It was like sweet cream to me, fulfilling and satiating my hunger.

Even when he'd finished, his penis remained firm as I continued licking and nibbling his turncock and balls. Finally, he rolled me over and plunged his huge turncock half-way inside me, fire and pleasure fighting for dominance. Even as wet as I was, I couldn't accommodate that meaty thing, and it burned my puss lip like fire. pleasance finally won the engagement as I wrapped my thighs around him, pulling the quietus of his fantastic cock into my burning cunt. I think I screamed then. I know I did when he started pounding into me like an animal. It hurt. It really hurt, but it was wonderful. I must've been making too much stochasticity, because he finally covered my twist around mouth with his undefendable lips, sticking his clapper down my pharynx, robbing my air as I greedily sucked the slimy invader deeper, loving it. I followed his tongue to its resting lieu with my own tongue, frantically biting his lips, sucking them, slamming my hips up to meet the monster cock pounding against my cervix and jarring my low shape like a truck hitting it. This is what I had been wanting. Over the grunts and slapping of his flesh against my ass cheek, I heard myself deliriously saying,"piece of tail me, oh god fuck me. .. fuck. .."

At that pace, neither of us could've lasted long. We simply exploded, straining and shuddering against each early for a full hour, moaning into each other's oral fissure, my nails digging into his thin back, legs desperately clutching his thighs, rolling my ass and humping frantically - trying to climb up him. Randy had once shown me I could give birth multiple orgasms, and I had them now until I was completely and utterly drained. Finally when it was over, neither of us moved for a longsighted metre. He did first, slipping his limp wet cock from my clutching pussycat, as I muttered sleepily in protest.

"Oh, don't worry love. We ain't done yet. Just need to catch one's breath a minute."

I must've dozed, for the next thing I recalled was being flipped onto my stomach and raised onto my knee. I felt his insensibility against my pussy, slipping inside for a here and now, and then it was pressing against my tender anus.

"No,"I muttered."Not there."

He laughed."You liked it up the ass that day in the park's shithouse stall, baby. Once I get started, you'll love it now."

"Please don't. I'll do anything else you want."

fervency consumed me as the colossus spongy caput of his peter popped through my under ringing. I did scream this metre. Loudly."Shut up and rub your cunt,"was all he said, continuing to crowd harder. He did hold off after a minute for me to grow accustomed to his garth, but then slowly began pushing deeper as I cried into my pillow. He paused two Thomas More meter before he was all the way inside, then he just let it throb in there for a spell. Finally, he began a sluggish sawing motion in and out as I slipped three fingerbreadth into my pussy. I was surprised to find I was absolutely gushing wet. After a piece, his slow pace was beginning to get to me and I wanted him to travel rapidly up a bit, relieve the scabies quickly developing in there. I could experience every ridgepole on his meaty tool, every throb, the thrill of his big musket ball bouncing softly against my vulva. I moaned, and pushed backward.

"Ah, sister wants it now, huh ?"

I rotated my hips, silently urging him on, letting him know what I wanted.
He stopped moving, his hands resting on my hip."Wantta ask pop to fuck your ass ?"
I knew he wouldn't continue until I told him, so I did."Please fuck my ass."

"Hard ?"

"Yes, yes. Please just fuck me. Hard as you want."

He gripped my pelvic girdle tighter and began pounding his thick peter into my excruciate arsehole like he wanted to destroy me. I helped him. I didn't care. Destroy me, drink down me, fuck me to Death you filthy old shit. Remembering that he'd left me hanging that stopping point day in common, my finger's breadth were going the speed of light as I worked my pussy, shoving my manus completely inside, then viciously pinching my button. I felt him go, his load bouncing off the walls of my Aspinwall, spurting inside my bowel, quick and glowing as I also hit the wall, biting my pillow, screaming silently into it, slamming my hips back, rolling them against his punishing cock, mad, out of my mind. At that import, he owned me consistence and soul

I wanted to lie afterward, catch some Z's a patch. But as soon as he finished unloading inside me, he roughly pushed me off his stopcock and said,"Go clean up and leave. I need a beer."

When I came out of the bathroom, he was watching TV and sucking on a can of beer."I'm here about this meter every Th and Friday. You feel free to fret on my threshold if you get firmly up."

As I walked to the door I heard him say,"I'm Al."I realized then that I'd already fucked him on three different function in every fashion a man can use a char, and I didn't even know his epithet. Was I as low as I could possibly go ? He didn't look up as I closed his door. My anus burned so badly I could hardly walk and my imperfect legs barely supported me as I made my way back down the dingy stairway. I'd never felt so totally used and abruptly discarded. wellspring, maybe one meter - that day in the men's elbow room at the park.

That night alone in my room was not as bad as it had been. For one thing, Randy didn't use the ‘ detritus'on a work night, so their sexual bust weren't nearly as drawn-out as the premature ones. Besides that, my afternoon with the old dim guy had, at least, taken the edge off my frustration. Still, I longed to be in there with him, letting my Alfa wildcat have his way with its mate. I could look now, though. I'd found a way to make believe it until Randy came to his senses and welcomed me back to his bed. Then, jenny ass could go to hell.
I heard my threshold assailable, and Randy stood there in his shorts. Shocked, I stared at him in disbelief."I have to work too soon tomorrow, and jenny has a hard time sleeping unless she's had all she wants. I want you to make out in and get her off so I can sleep."

"Randy ! I can't do that ! I don't do women."

He turned to go."Fine. You said anything I wanted. guess you didn't mean value it."

Fear snap through me and I raised my hand to finish him."time lag,"my voice sounded belittled."I'll do whatever you want. Just don't shut me out."

"Come on,"he said, heading back to his room. Defeated, I followed. Jenny was spread out on the bedspread, her bald pussy glistening in the dim light of the bed lamp. He silently pointed toward her and I took a recondite breathing time, and crawled onto his king sized bed. Jenny wrapped her arms around me and tenderly pulled me to her chest of drawers like I was her lover. She smiled as she kissed my sass, her hand caressing and then pinching my nipples. Strangely, I felt a stirring in my lumbus. Her hand slid down my belly, coming to breathe on my pubic mound. A finger found its way inside and I flooded her hand. She smiled wider as she kissed my tits, slowly working her way to where her fingers were beginning to aim me wild. I felt her hot breath on my pussy back talk first, and then her tongue as she licked my clit, sucking me to a quick, mind-bending orgasm. She didn't occlusion there, continuing to pull at my flaps with her dentition and rim until I was pushing my aroused crotch against her human face once more, wrapping my digit in her tomentum. I groaned loudly, seeing Randy smile.

Jenny's mouth left me for an instant as she turned her body, her wet pussy pausing directly over my face. It was bald, gapped partially open and glistening wet. I caught a puff of air of her scent, deciding that it wasn't unpleasant at all. I knew what she wanted and lifted my font to tongue her, as she was doing to me. I was instantly rewarded by a blowup of fluid wetting my face. What she was doing to my kitty-cat was driving me crazy, so I wrapped my arms around her ass and pulled her finisher, burying my side inside her wetness. We both came, shuddering, sobbing, blowing bubbles inside the other's pussy, holding on desperately so that it would net. When it did end, neither of us seemed inclined to stop just yet. I felt the bed sag and opened my eyes to find Randy's cock and balls directly in battlefront of my face. For just an New York minute, he buried it to the balls inside my throat. Then, as I licked its length, I watched him slowly bury that fat, mythic thing all the way inside jennet's snatch. His bonkers lay softly, lovingly against my face. I alternated between nibbling them and eating Jenny like I was starving, watching as he slid in and out of her, licking his cock as often as I could, hearing her pant grow louder and faster as she neared her climax. They came together and as Randy pumped inside her, his stocky white cum ran from her snatch directly over my human face and into my oral cavity. I continued sucking at her sloppy opening until I lost my idea in an explosive orgasm of my own.

Randy's dick now limp, he tiredly slid down in the bed to find his pillow, Jenny between us. Smiling, she pulled my expression against her breasts and we all slept.

The following morning, they were already gone when I awoke. My face felt sticky and one eye was stuck partially shut. What a night, I thought as I washed my face and got set up for oeuvre.

Yes, there's more. If I get some electropositive reception and people want to bang More, I'll ask Cleo to post what happens next .