awakening 4


I didn't think I'd continue with my fib, but a few matter have happened lately that made me reconsider. One, Cleo ( the charwoman who helps me spell this ) got so many reaction asking what has happened since the first stories, that she persuaded me to keep. Secondly, my utmost 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 individual who will try almost anything - and can't seem to get enough cock. See how I talk now ? Previously, I didn't use news like cock, piece of tail, etc. Now, I think about it well-nigh 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 interrogation subscriber asks Cleo has been, did I leave my hubby ? 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 bill saying I'd met individual, and that Stu shouldn't try to come up me. I didn't even have the catgut to do it face-to-face. So call option me names. I deserve it. My family is so steamed they won't talk to me, and all my old friends think I'm nut, leaving a good-looking guy like Stu for a big sloppy Captain Cook like Randy. Maybe I am crazy, but sex with Stu was like eating a dirt sandwich, and him being the only when man I'd ever slept with, I never even knew what I was missing. Randy came along with that Pakistani dust poppycock he put in my drink one evening before he commenced fucking me like an brute all dark. After I'd had a gustatory perception of it though, I'd gone back for to a greater extent. ( Awakenings 1-3 ). I was never the same after that. I speak of what happened in my former stories.

Randy and I fuck two, three clock time a day - everyday ! I'll base on balls into the way totally unaware, and suddenly I'm jerked around, shoved facedown over the rachis of a couch or chair, and his big cock is slamming into me before I'm even ready. It makes little divergence to Randy which hole he enters - well, to either of us I suppose. Sometimes, he'll just walk up to me while I'm reading or watching TV, draw out his cock out, wrap his hands in my haircloth and shove it down my throat so far I can feel pubic tomentum against my lips. I revel in his ferociousness, the anxiety of possible suffocation, the way he shudders when he climaxes, and most of all, its gustatory perception. I love it all. I don't know if Randy is a sex junky or just over-sexed, but he told me he's been this way since he was thirteen. He said that even at an early age, he'd wanker a dozen times a day. He admitted he still does sometimes. Anyway, my libido is totally in control of me these Clarence Day 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"dust"stuff until Wed Nox. That way we'll have a day to recover before he returns to shape 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 dust. Even at that, we're still doing it at least a duo times a Nox. When there are conferences in town Randy has to knead late, getting up before dayspring several twenty-four hour period in a row. During those days, we abstain from rigorous sex. Being accustomed to regular sex almost daily, by the second or third day without it I'm climbing the wall. I practically attack him when he comes home on that hold up day. A pair workweek ago, he had to return to Washington, D.C. ( the same place we just left ) for a week-long cooking class. That's when I did it. Fucked someone else, I mean. He knows about it now and still loves me, so I can spell about it. I was scared to death for a patch, though. I think he may also cause cheated with someone while he was gone, and maybe felt a little guilty because of it. Anyway, all is all right 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 days Randy works. We were walking and feeding the duck's egg one evening and I noticed a mathematical 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 early side of the lake, nearer to the principal road. He said these men were just a crew of perverts. He went on to explain about glory-holes and all that, which I found really weird - but kind of exciting, too. He admitted that he'd frequently gone to gloriole holes when he was younger, but quit visiting them because he'd been scared of getting a disease. The next day, I researched glory hollow on the figurer - and boy was I stunned ! The first thing I saw was a pretty blonde with a sinister penis about the size of Randy's, stuck down her throat. She looked as if she were loving it. I'd never seen a pitch blackness penis before. There were lashings of them on that site, others too. I got so excited I jumped Randy's bones as soon as he walked in that eve !

Well, about the one-third or fourth part day he was gone to that cooking form in D.C., I was already climbing the paries I wanted it so bad. The vibrator he bought for us didn't do a matter to lighten my frustrations, so I jogged good morning and afternoons. That didn't aid much either. I was up to three naut mi on my even jog around the lake when I had the urge to pee, really badly. The lonesome masses in sight were two Hispanic bozo shooting hoops at the basketball game court, and one older smutty man sitting on a park bench, a agency down the pulley block. I quickly ducked into the public toilet expanse, but was confronted by a polarity on the ladies room room access saying it was closed for fixture. Desperate, I looked around carefully and then hurried inside the men's toilet. There were various urinals and three stalls. The first stall also had an out of order sign on the door and the last one was for disabled persons. I used the one in the center. There were kettle of fish in each wall of the nail down booth ; pictures of penises, pussies, tits, stuff like that drawn all over the bulwark. I sat down and take a leak like a outflow for a minute or two, images 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 to clean up, I heard stride at the front line door. I froze, lifting my feet so they couldn't be seen from outside.

Someone came in and entered the invalid stall. deliberate not to be seen through the fix, I leaned forward and peeked through it. It was the erstwhile pitch-black man I'd earlier seen sitting on the green work bench. He stood there for a moment before he began peeing. His cock was really big. Every bit as large as Randy's, but also unlike. Sure it was Shirley Temple Black, but Randy is circumcised and this guy wasn't. It was the outset unmown cock I'd ever seen, even on the computing device. He kept pulling the prepuce back to unwrap its crown, and then easing it back over the tip as he pissed. It looked like the large Negro snake I'd once see as a kid. I suddenly realized my backtalk was filled with cotton and I was constantly licking my brim. 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 confront me, his cock steadily growing harder as he pulled his foreskin back and Forth River over the huge spongy crown. I felt that eye in its tip was staring heterosexual at me. Swallowing voiceless, 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 wall, pulling his foreskin all the way back to endanger the flaccid head - holding it there. Transfixed, I stared at the thick peter jolt 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 awing diseases out there, some that could pour down you. Besides, that nasty affair might be filthy. .. maybe smell bad, too. I leaned closer to the initiative. So did he. There was a authorize drop of nectar on its tip, silver grey, glistening, making my backtalk water even more. I was so snug to the maw that he must've seen my sass, 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 fall away - lovingly closing my mouth entirely over its promontory - swooning with pleasure. How does one explicate the vast enjoyment of having a warm cock inside one's oral cavity ? It's electrifying, comforting, and extremely exciting, all at the same time. I was in heaven.

The stall was so peg down I could comfortably sit on the toilet throne 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 entire distance, then back up to the tip again. Reaching through the opening, I found his large ball and eased them through the kettle of fish. With his boneheaded cock already in the space, the expectant black sacks barely fit through the orifice. Imagining them to be of a plenteous chocolate feeling, I gently sucked each nut into my mouth, savoring his grunt of joy. I licked back up the large vein on the ass of the meaty Hammond organ, and then forced my mouth down over the thick head, taking as much of it as I could stand. Choking, I momentarily backed off to watch my breath, and then immediately forced my chief back down on it. He just let me process, not moving a muscle, grunting and sighing every once in a while when it felt really near. I could palpate his thick venous blood vessel and rooftree as my lips moved over them, the awesome diadem pushing into my gullet, forcing my throat out-of-doors wider and wider, unrelenting as it went deeply. Eventually, I got to the highest degree of it into my tortured pharynx, feeling curly hair against my face. I loved it. I began sucking in earnest, soaking up the pocket-size sounds of joy 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 testis in one small hired man, gripping the base of his prick with the other - in sum control of the situation. I felt every ridge on his awesome cock, tasting his wanted pre-cum, feeling his lump tighten as he neared exit. Yes, yes, let me have it all, my brain screamed. This number stranger was going to ditch his balls into my stomach - and I wanted it. He came with a loud grunt - a long steadily stream, fond, salty, hitting the roof of my mouth, coating my tongue, sliding down the working muscles of my throat to pool in my soft belly. I was trembling so badly I nearly fell off the privy stool, still holding onto his pecker, licking, sucking and making lovemaking to it until he finally forced it from my mouthpiece.

As I struggled to get my breathing under control, I sensed slight move behind me. Another cock protruded from the hole of the out-of-order sales booth. It was brownish, shorter and thicker, looking hard as teakwood. I thought it was probably one of the Spanish American guy cable I'd seen playing hoops. I slid around on the feces and took it into my lip, hearing a groan 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 last long. Something tapped the rampart behind me and I looked. The disastrous guy had his cock through the hole again. I didn't hesitate. Pulling my jogging shorts down to my knees, I backed up to it, pulled my vagina lips apart and slew them around the bloated read/write head. Placing my work force against the bulwark in forepart of me, I pushed back against what felt like a fence station attempting to enter me. It hurt. stretch, electrocution, forcing my vagina paries apart, assaulting my most tender part. The bloated head finally gained entry and the burning got even tough as I forced myself backward, helping him violate me. The tool in my lip suddenly exploded - gooey, full-bodied, intoxicating. I swooned with pleasure. nearly of that black fencepost was finally inside me and I began to rag it as more juice lubricated my pussy walls, helping him get even deeper. Another cock replaced the maiden in the hole near my look, 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 body. Holding my rima oris open wide, I let that cock gag me, slip my breathing spell, threatening to give me unconscious. I didn't care. It all added to the absolute pleasure I was feeling. Bracing my manpower against one wall, I pressed my ass apartment against the mess in the other wall, letting the pitch-black man slam into me without mercy, making my knee joint buckle as I quaked and trembled to each violent thrust. With no warning, I suddenly blew apart with my orgasm, over and over, out of my mind 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 sticky can floor, covered with sweat, pilus 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. Tuesdays and Thursdays, 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, colly - 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 days later and told me his class had been extended for a week due to a noted chef visiting the school day from Europe. Slammed by the news and growing hornier daily, my resolve quickly weakened. I'd lie in bed at night after talking to Randy on the sound, fanaticizing about that wild good afternoon in the men's restroom. I'd been assaulted for over an hour by three complete stranger, and finally thrown out like a used-up old whore. In effect, I'd been royally fucked and totally satisfied for the first time since Randy left for D.C. Maybe my fearfulness about catching something were unfounded after all. Why would all those bozo go there if they thought they'd get something bad ? I jogged past the place every day and looked over at the group of men standing outside, convincing myself all my fears were unfounded. I never saw the lightlessness guy with them. After a alone weekend and a wine-soaked Mon, I jogged past the place again on Tuesday, to happen it abandoned - except for one someone standing nearby - the older opprobrious 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, trope flooding my mind of a late afternoon in there. I would not break in to these urges, I told myself. I felt my tempo slowing, then walking, finally coming to a hitch 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 incapacitate stalling's doorway, watching me. I couldn't meet his eyes as I walked to the center stall. Before I could even sham to squat on the stool and pee, he reached in, grasped my wrist joint and pulled me with him into the incapacitate stalling. It was much a larger blank space than the former ones ; with a feces and a sink.

He turned me, pushing down on my shoulders until I sat on the BM. Unzipping his fly, he just stood there until I finally got the nub 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 make for on that fabulous composition of meat, necking, licking, and sucking as he grunted and groaned above me. okey, so I was a faint dirty sporting lady who sucked-off strangers in a populace convenience. I didn't care. That warmly turncock in my lip was all that mattered at the consequence. I was cupping his warm nut and felt them tightening as he got close to the end. I redoubled my effort, but he forced my head off his leaking rooster, standing away from my working backtalk, breathing heavily for a second. I fought against his hands, heroic to lick it once more.

Suddenly, he pulled me up, sliding my jersey short pants down my branch until they fell discharge. I'm not very big, and despite being older, 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 flack. It was agony. It was wonderful. 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 pain turned to need - then lust. We fucked like animals, forgetful to the outside creation. Grunting and crying out our joy as he muttered,"White slut, cunt, lady of pleasure. .. ”, unrelenting in his assault on my physical structure. I came twice. He also came, but stayed hard, continuing to do it me like he owned me. Tightening my legs around his waist, I wrapped my arms around his neck opening as he lowered his head, swallowing my back talk. I willingly gave him my tongue, this total alien, this black man, mortal 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 fifteen minute, finally pulling me off his dick and turning me around. I dented forward, grasping the metal assistance bar running along the wall. He slammed into me from the rear, harder, even more emphatic. Every few minutes he'd pause, prolonging his climax, then without any warning, he shoved the spongy head against my anus and the attack 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 foresightful I was helping him, pushing back, rotating my hips in cadence with his thrust."That the way bitch, get on that dick,"he muttered.

I felt his dismissal splattering into my intestine like a flaming hose, sticky, warm up and comforting. Abruptly, he pulled completely out of my butt 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 nerve - and not getting that final examination 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 path in the attenuation day, half-hoping I'd see one of the Hispanic Guy. I probably looked like a sleep together Joseph Hooker. I certainly felt like one. I vowed never to do that again. Never.

Randy came home two daytime 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 mute doubtfulness in his eyes, but didn't tell him right then.

After a wild bout of uninhibited sex I finally broke down, cried a niggling 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 rouse by my story, getting hard as a railroad ear. I reached out and grasped his member, squeezing as I told him about backing up to receive the black man's thickset hammer as I sucked another one. His breathing grew shallower, his cock jumping as I went into the point of how it felt, how practically I had wanted it, and how soiled and degraded I'd felt afterward. He was actually enjoying what I'd done. I could tell apart.
"This excites you, doesn't it ?"I said, a niggling miffed at his chemical reaction. He just stared down at me, kind of desperately, with a strained look that almost made me smile.

As I related my most recent experience in the public restroom, squeezing the alkali 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 office about shoving that thing up my cigarette, Randy shot a large white gob at least a groundwork in the air as I scrambled to get my mouth over the head, to catch the rest. 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 case."I do. More than anything in the world. 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 percentage of it - what makes it so delicious. Our life together will be so different than anything you've ever known. It'll be raving mad, exciting. .. and unpredictable. 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 farsighted time.

Since then as we walk past the park 's public convenience, when he sees a bunch 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 piece of it, but I 'll need to get to him translate I will never do that that again. It was out of this worldly concern nasty sex, but I did n't like the way I felt afterward.

The next day, Stu called my cellular phone headphone. He begged me to come back. He was crying. My day was totally crappy after that .