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Awakening Ch. 02

By: Aurora Leigh



"Look at my dirty little girl," I started to weep from the release ... "Tell me, Rory, what do you want Daddy to do?" 

"I, uh," I moaned in half-conscious breath and then started to hyperventilate, "please, Daddy," I could barely get the words out. 

"Please fuck me." I cried softly, "Put your beautiful cock inside your little girl and fuck her, Daddy, please." I pleaded with teary eyes. He rubbed his cock around my swollen hole ... I thought I would die from desire. 

And then, at the moment I thought I couldn't stand it anymore, Daddy thrust his beautiful, thick, glistening cock deep inside of me. I moaned and squeezed my eyes shut, pushing my chest into the bed. I thought I would pass out from pleasure. 

Oh, I couldn't even breathe. I was in the deepest sub-space possible ... I couldn't even think of anything besides my own pleasure -- and Daddy's of course, but I had to really concentrate on that. And while I did, I orgasmed ... The slut I was. 

She couldn't help but to only think of her own pleasure – I had to concentrate on the fact that my Master was the One who I was to please. I had to concentrate really hard. I started to cry a little but I didn't want Him to see. I felt ashamed that I was so selfish – only thinking of the way my cunt felt – so good, so used, so perfect. 

I felt so beautiful and so loved and so wanted and so desired ... He pulled my hair back hard and whispered into my ear. "You know better than to come without asking, right slut?" 

"Yes," I whimpered. I felt like I was on fire. He pushed my head back down.

"Please ..." I whispered, barely audible. He ignored me. 

"Please, Daddy, please ... Please... may I come." I begged, but he didn't acknowledge me at all. 

Daddy had a cock ring on and so He could torment my pussy for as long as he wanted to, which He proceeded to do ... until I came and came and came and came again. And each time, He made me ask for it, spanking my ass when I came without permission. 

"Daddy," I pleaded and cried out, Him knowing exactly what I wanted, but making me ask, beg for it anyway. "Please, please ..." I was asking in tears. 

"Please what, slut?" He laughed at me as he fucked me, still. 

"Please may I come?" I cried softly into the pillow, lamenting my dirty ways. 

"Yes, come for me, come for your Daddy, little slut." He thrust harder inside of me. "Now. Come, slut." 

Sweat glistening off my back, and dripping into the crevices of my body, He thrust deeper and pulled my hair harder than before. And I came like I have never come before. 

"Come for me, you dirty, little girl." He hissed in my ear as he thrust the length of his beautiful cock deep inside of me until I twitched and groaned and writhed in passion over and over, until I couldn't even move ... and I lay there limp and weak with his thick cock still inside of me. 

Then he drew out slowly, laughing a little as He did so. He flipped me over and put my ass on top of the slanted pillow, so that on His knees, He was at the perfect height to fuck my ass facing me, being able to watch my every action and reaction. 

Since my head was down and my knees were up, all the blood rushed to my head and made me feel euphoric and blissful. Then, I felt scared because I could feel Daddy's cock inching around my butt hole. (I don't know of any other way to say that more nicely – asshole? Butt hole? I'm not sure. Nevertheless, I began to panic.) 

"Wait, Daddy, Daddy – wait, please," I pleaded with Him though I couldn't see His face in the darkened sub-space I was immersed in. 

"I'm, I'm a virgin there." I whispered. "I've never ... I'm so scared, Daddy, wait, please" I whimpered fearfully. 

I thought seriously of using my safe-word: RED. Could I take this? 

"Shhh." Daddy laid His beautiful cock against the length of my sex and I heaved in with despair, knowing that I couldn't escape this experience. I didn't want to escape, really, when I thought about it. I just wanted some reassurance. 

"Shhh, baby," He cooed. "I want you to reach down with your hands and play with your kitty." He demanded. I obliged. 

I panted and played with my pussy, trying to concentrate on that region as I knew that Daddy was going to violate the other hole; the hole that has been a sacred space for 28 years, that one place that I have always been afraid to explore. 

But, Daddy knows best. He reached over into His nightstand and grabbed a bottle of lubricant, squeezed some into his hand and ran it over my ass. It was cold. 

I furiously massaged my fingers over my beautiful, naked kitty, trying to tune out the fact that Daddy was going to fuck my pretty little ass. 

I breathed in deep, sharp, short breathes as I kneaded my clit harder and harder, and I felt Daddy's big cock pushing against my little virgin butt. I squeezed my eyes shut and wished that I could be the good little girl that Daddy wanted. 

I tried to hold my breath but as He pushed inside of my ass I squealed out. 

"Owww!" I panicked. He soothed me by pinching my nipples ever so lightly, knowing that that would soothe me. Pleasure and pain all at once ~ made me feel so much better. 

Little by little he got inside of me. And once He was in there it felt really good and my widened eyes were glazed over with a drunken submission. 

I was marinating in my own sexual juices and Daddy was moving in and out of my ass while I played with my kitty until we both came and came and came – well, I did anyway, saturating my ass for His pleasure, and then after a nice bout of orgasms, Daddy came really hard, and laughed and laughed through my tiny spasms, commenting on how responsive my kitty was for Him. 

And when He determined that I had had enough and that I needed to get some rest, He wrapped me in His big arms and marched us off to the bathroom. He bathed me, lathered me up with soap and rinsed me off; washed my hair, kissed my face, dried me off, and then tucked me into bed. 

I dreamt of that night over and over and over, until I awoke the next morning, and realized that I had to go to work and that I wasn't a slut-o-rific, little princess in real life, not like the one I was last night. 

I looked over at my Daddy, sleeping beautifully, peacefully. I wrestled under the covers and found my way to his beautiful cock. I breathed softly on his balls and kissed them several times very lightly, until the involuntarily tensed up. I smiled triumphantly to myself. I positioned my mouth above His semi-hard cock and licked all around the head until it became hard and moist from my saliva. I then thrust my mouth over His length again and again until He awoke with orgasm. 

He pulled my hair back as He came in my mouth, now completely awake, and I was so pleased. So proud that I could wake up my Master with a beautiful blow-job. I felt honored to be His little slutty, little girl. 

"You're such a good little girl." He brushed wisps of my blonde hair out of my eyes and wiped the remnants of come from the sides of my mouth. "I love you so much, baby." He stroked my head as I laid it upon His strong chest. 

"Now go get ready for work, and I want you to wear a skirt and a button down shirt and make it tight, okay?" Daddy instructed. "You're gonna have some fun at that boring job of yours." He smiled at me and I knew that we were going to have a LOT of fun.

Awakening Ch. 02



I was soaking in sweat, pumped high on adrenalin and ready for cock. But while Paul could well have been a medal contender in the Blow-lympics, I was a complete novice, totally untried and unprepared and would have been laughed out of any qualifying competition.

He seemed to understand this when my nerves took hold as I grasped his throbbing pole, an impressive seven incher (he claimed eight!) although not as thick as mine. "Just try," he prompted as I struggled to come to terms with my predicament. I wanted this cock in my mouth, and I wanted it now, but what the hell do you do?

After being given a masterclass, I didn't want to let him down. I wanted a convincing, purposeful, more than adequate BJ on my very first try. The odds must have been huge against it happening. I almost lunged at him in the end, wrapping my lips around the tip, slurping up a tiny taste of pre-cum, before descending the shaft, slowly and carefully, desperate to avoid a stomach-churning bite on this beautiful cock. I gagged, but Paul insisted "You're doing fine."

I was sucking as if my life depended on it. At that moment, it did as all I wanted was to please this man, and enjoy a load of his sweet cum. I knelt down lower to get a better angle, and it felt so right from that moment. I concentrated hard, kept sucking and licking, licking and sucking and got a boost, and a thrill, when a low moan emanated from Paul. I was feeling fantastic, and nervous, as he eventually announced "I'm gonna cum ..."

My heart was racing, my cock rampant and my mouth willing as it went in for the kill, even more determined than ever to keep my teeth out of harm's way - it would be typical if I blew it (pardon the pun) now.

The actual moment was incredible - a torrid movement as Paul's cock flexed its muscle and showered the back of my throat with hot, incredibly salty cum. It was almost too much to bear. He kept coming, I couldn't swallow much and had to pull off his spurting member, but got an unforgettable sight as it twisted again and blew another load onto my cheek.

"Not bad for a first time," drooled Paul as his cock slunk back to normal size. I was ecstatic and horny beyond belief after the most exhilarating time I'd ever had, thanking him for letting me suck his gorgeous cock. We lay there together for a while, my mind in turmoil over how to follow up this unexpected turn of events, falling asleep eventually as the tiredness of the previous day's travelling and coursework took its toll.

Paul was up and about before me the next morning, and I awoke feeling strange, not knowing where I was. He laid down next to me again, though, and the memories flooded back. "I had a great time," I said. "Me too," grinned Paul. "I always had a feeling you might be interested - I'm glad I swapped dates with Gill to get on this course." "Bloody hell" was all I could muster. He'd planned this. And he'd thought I might have been bi or gay all the time, even though I was sure I came across as totally straight guy. I was stunned, thinking what if everyone else thought the same all this time. But that worry soon passed.

I jokingly asked "What do you want to do tonight?", expecting just a quip from my quick-witted colleague in return. But Paul looked me straight in the eye and said "Well, I've got some of these handy" as he held up a clear bag filled with condoms. "Fancy a fuck?"

I was dumbfounded, a little scared, but entranced by the possibility. This was what I'd been longing for secretly all these years. Tonight, my dreams would come true and could not wait. Unfortunately, the damned course we'd been here for stood in the way - nine hours or so of virtually pointless, completely dull talk, none of which I took in as my mind, my cock and my virgin ass were all gagging for night time to come around.

Finally, it did. We managed to get away from the group at about eight after dinner. I could hardly eat, but there was no stopping Paul, obviously used to the evening ahead, as he tucked in to a giant meal. I was transfixed by the thought of what was ahead, and relieved that Paul appeared to be intent on safe sex. Unprotected sex was not on my agenda.

Dreaming about sex was so different to real life, as last night had proved, so I just could not wait for bed, my ass tensing and relaxing as it seemed to know it faced its most testing time, but I hoped also its most rewarding. We cracked open a cheap bottle of champagne when we got to his room - it eased my dry mouth at a key time - and then tore each other's clothes off as my passion took hold and I searched frantically for his cock. It was in my mouth quickly and I was sucking away as if I was on fire, although he soon had me calming down and gently licking for a warm-up.

But Paul had other fish to fry. "I want your ass," he announced. "You can have it," I replied. "but promise to be gentle." He slid off to find his lube and it was an amazing sight as his erection grew in front of my eyes - the thought of fucking me was making this man as hard as I could imagine anyone being.

He turned me over and it was an amazing sensation as he squeezed out cool lube onto my burning ass, then exquisite as he expertly prepared my pussy for deflowering. He was thorough in making sure it would be as comfortable as possible for me, with one finger, then two oiling me up just right. I could have started cumming then it was so erotic, but I knew I had to hold on, for there was much more excitement to come, so I hoped.

He was kindness personified as he finally got ready to mount me, shoving a pillow under me to lift my ass just a little higher. The anticipation was incredible - I was almost floored by the excitement surging through me, I'd so long wanted this. As his cock nudged the hole for the first time, it was bliss. When he started edging into the forbidden corner, I almost came instantly. But it was sore, by God it was sore.

Yet he had the patience of a saint and the soreness slowly passed into passion. He had taken virgins before, I could tell, as he made tiny forward movements, letting me feel my way gradually around his mighty weapon. At one point I thought I was literally splitting in two, but he eased up, took his time and it was a moment of utter triumph when I could feel his balls against my ass. "Wow" I muttered as the magnificence of the moment reached my brain. Paul's cock felt even bigger than it seemed in my mouth, so it was no surprise that a feeling of exhilaration swept right through me. I was gone, and I was ready for a fucking.

Paul knew just what he wanted - exactly the same as me. I didn't really need to say: "Fuck me, please fuck me."

He started pumping, slowly at first, but building up gradually with a well-honed action which had obviously satisfied many a man. I started spreading myself to accommodate as much of his whopper as possible, pushing back on his dong to get that extra millimetre of ecstasy. His balls were banging against me violently now, as he powered his way deeper and deeper and I shot my load to add to the overwhelming sense of perfection. I was in heaven, gasping "Yes, yes, yes" - this was what I had been missing. This was real sex. Good, hard fucking from a man who knew what he was doing, whose thrusts were sending orgasmic messages around a body which had never had sex on the same stratosphere as this, which was loving every second of pure lust. I just wished I'd not wasted so many years. My God, I had a lot of catching up to do.

Paul's stamina was tremendous. I was almost flat out, moaning loudly, before his thrusts slowed a bit in my stretched hole and he erupted into me, firing his tasty seed into the condom. I would swear I could feel it try to burst through the rubber such was the force.

How good was that. How much better would it have been to have actually felt the spunk showering my insides? "Thank you, thank you, thank you," I blurted out eventually, after taking an age to get my breath back.

It truly was out of this world - and I could not have been more grateful. He fucked me twice more that night, and I had an interesting first fuck of his ass, although I came so quickly that it was almost over before it began.

Perhaps the most memorable moment was when he ushered me to bend over in front of the big mirror in the bathroom - and I saw a gaping chasm where my tight little asshole used to be. I was genuinely worried, but he said it'd be back to normal in the morning. It just about was, but by then I'd decided that my hole needed to be filled regularly. I was hungry for more.

Next: Chapter 3 - The experienced top I'd dreamt of 



Awakening Ch. 02



This is the second chapter of a two part story and you may find it easier to understand if you have read the first chapter. I have placed this chapter in the 'non consent' category for a reason, so don't read it if you are likely to be offended. There are also hints of lesbian sex.

* * *

The house was empty when Kiera walked in through the door. Wearily she placed her bag at the foot of the stairs, ready to take it up to her bedroom, and then she headed through to the kitchen with the few bits of shopping she had picked up on the way back from the station. 

It might have been nice if Ben had thought to cook them dinner, but oh no, that was about as likely as a heat-wave in Alaska. No doubt he had disappeared down to the gym for a work-out. Surprisingly she hadn't heard from him again since yesterday evening. She had half expected him to ring this morning -- but he hadn't.

It was just as well really -- she had not felt like talking to him anyway. Her head was all over the place and she didn't know what the hell she was going to do about their relationship. Alicia had turned her world upside down and there was no easy way back to how things had been. Her take on life had irrevocably changed. 

With a sigh, she surveyed the pile of unwashed dishes in the sink. There were empty take-out containers on the side and the remains of a bottle of wine. It appeared that Ben had managed to feed himself in her absence, although it would have been better if he had cleared up after himself too. 

She ran some hot water into the sink and threw the rubbish into the bin, wishing he could learn to be more domesticated. It was his mother's fault -- she had spoilt him rotten and now Kiera was paying the price. Ever since they had moved in together she had cooked and skivvied for him. It wore her down sometimes, especially when she had to return home from a hard day and continue cooking and cleaning all evening. 

Once the kitchen was looking semi tidy, Kiera headed upstairs for a soak in a hot bath. She was unbelievably tired after the emotional rollercoaster of the last twenty four hours. Her head felt like it was about to explode any moment and she really needed to relax and try and sort her jumbled thoughts out. 

The water was soothing and Kiera lay back with her eyes closed, allowing the tension to slowly dissipate. Lavender scented steam drifted upwards and filled the small room with clouds of exotic vapour. It was heavenly. Gradually, unbidden thoughts of last night began to drift into her mind. 

She remembered the sensation of Alicia's hands caressing her body and she felt the slow pull of arousal sparking within her sex. Gently she stroked her breasts, enjoying how hard her nipples were; how sensitive they felt in the warm water. Still keeping her eyes closed, she recalled the beautiful curves of her lover's body. She imagined how it felt to touch her breasts, tease her nipples as she was now teasing her own aching nipples. 

It was pure sweet torture. She could feel the savage ache between her thighs and the moisture welling up there had nothing to do with the fragrant bathwater. Pushing all modesty aside, Kiera slowly stroked the swollen lips of her pussy, brushing over her clit and gasping at the sensations. She rubbed harder, ignoring the water slopping dangerously near to the edge of the tub. 

Her body tensed up and with a harsh cry she came in a sweet rush. The contractions spread outwards in a wave of pleasure, rippling like the circles on a pond. Slowly the heat faded and her breathing became calm again. Feeling luxuriously sated and relaxed, she sank languidly into the warm soothing water and wondered what Alicia was doing at that moment.

She was almost asleep when she heard the front door open and then slam shut again, the house shuddering with the impact. All her tension and uncertainly returned with a vengeance and her stomach clenched up tightly. She knew she would have to face Ben -- they really needed to talk. Just what she was going to say exactly was a tough one, but she couldn't continue as she had been. Alicia had made sure of that. Nothing would ever be the same again.

"Kiera?" Ben's voice echoed up the stairs. Trying to quell her jangling nerves, Kiera stood up and grabbed her large fluffy towel. She had just wrapped it round her body when he burst in through the bathroom door. "What's for dinner?" he asked brusquely 

"No idea," Kiera replied, wrapping her damp hair in the smaller towel. 

"Well I'm starving -- I've just done an hour at the gym and I was expecting some dinner." He sounded cross, but she brushed past him silently, heading for their bedroom. The last thing she wanted right now was an argument -- she didn't have the energy.

"You know where the fucking kitchen is," she muttered quietly out of earshot.

"What's eating you anyway?" Ben came up behind her and nuzzled her neck. 

"Don't..." she said irritably.

"Don't what?" He slid his hands up her front and tried to yank the towel loose. Kiera held onto it tightly and pulled away.

"Just DON'T!" she repeated. The thought of him touching her after last night was totally repellent. Right now she didn't think she wanted him anywhere near her - ever again.

He stepped back in surprise. 

"We need to talk, Ben," she said wearily. It probably wasn't the best time for this conversation, but then no time was ever a good time to tell your boyfriend that your relationship was pretty much over.

"Okay I'm listening," he said, his arms folded across his broad chest in a defensive gesture.

"I think we should...separate for a while." He opened his mouth to say something so she interrupted, "Just to give us both some space." 

She continued drying her hair with the towel, rubbing the excess moisture from the long dark curls. The tension in the room was so thick she felt stifled, but she was determined not to back down. It was about time they both recognised that things weren't working.

"What's brought this on?" Ben asked in a deceptively pleasant voice. 

"Nothing..."

"Don't lie to me! I tried ringing your mobile several times last night and you never answered. I also tried ringing your room fairly late - and you weren't in it..." His voice trailed off in an accusatory fashion and she felt her stomach drop fifty miles. It was something she hadn't considered - that he might try ringing her in the room. 

"So have you been fucking another man? Is that what this is all about Kiera?" 

"No! I haven't had sex with another man -- this is about US! Why can't you just see that?" She felt her anger rising and she forced herself to stay calm. Losing her temper would not help at all.

Ben crossed the room without warning and grabbed hold of her. She felt his fingers pressing painfully into her arms and she knew there would be bruises there later. "Let go of me," she said quietly. "This won't solve our problems."

"Don't lie to me then! Why won't you just admit you fucked another man?" He stared at her angrily. "Tell me Kiera -- did you enjoy it? Was he better than me? Or did you just lie there like a cold fish like you do with me?"

Kiera shrank back from the venomous and hurtful words. Was that what he really thought of her? 

"Just stop it, Ben!" she cried in anguish. 

"No, I won't stop it. All our problems are you, not me. You're a frigid bitch and I'm sick of making all the effort in this fucking relationship."

Kiera lost it. She swung her arm out and slapped his face hard with a sharp stinging blow. The sound echoed round the bedroom like a gunshot. For a long moment neither of them moved; both of them stunned into silent disbelief that she had hit him. 

"You fucking bitch!" Ben hissed in a cold, dead voice, his cheek an angry red colour.

Kiera backed away quickly, frightened by the look on his face. All pretence of reconciliation was gone now. He just wanted to hurt her as she had hurt him. She held her towel tightly to her chest and tried to edge towards the door and the safety of the bathroom with its lock.

"Where do you think you're going?" he asked nastily, pulling her roughly against his body. 

"Stop it Ben!" she pleaded, her body trembling.

"You don't mean it -- I bet you didn't say that to him last night," he growled before he mashed his lips against hers in a vicious kiss. Kiera tried to turn her face away, but he grabbed her hair painfully and she was trapped. With his free hand he yanked the towel from her body and pushed her back towards the bed.

"No, please don't do this..." she begged, tears beginning to fall unheeded. Why was he doing this? Why couldn't they just talk about it?

Ben didn't listen. He forced her to turn over and pressed her into the soft bed covers, roughly caressing her body, biting her skin with sharp stinging nips. Vaguely she heard the sound of a zipper before he thrust inside her body hard with a loud grunt.

She yelped at the painful entry. She was dry and it hurt like hell. Lying still in an attempt to minimise the discomfort, she bit the covers and sobbed silently. 

"This will teach you to fuck about behind my back," he told her in a low voice, roughly thrusting into her prone and unresponsive body. She heard his breathing quicken and knew he wouldn't last long -- he never did.

Within minutes he came with a long drawn out groan, releasing his anger deep inside her. He collapsed on top of her and she felt his limp cock sliding wetly from her body. The bed covers were soaked with her tears but she stayed silent, trying to ignore the aching, stinging sensation from her bruised and torn sex. 

Eventually he moved away and stood up. "Kiera..." he said in a barely audible voice. He sounded suddenly fearful. The implications of what he'd done were clearly just beginning to sink in.

"Just go," she managed to say, her voice muffled by the bedcovers. She could feel his sperm trickling down her thighs and she desperately wanted to clean herself; to wash the traces of this repugnant act away.

There was silence and then she heard him walk out of the room and go downstairs. The front door opened and shut, and he was gone. She waited to make sure he had really gone before dashing down and double locking both doors. She needed a shower, a bath, anything to wash him away.

Trembling, she turned the shower on and before it was even warm, she stood under the sharp spray and scoured her body with soap and a flannel. Every portion of skin was scrubbed until it was red raw. She stayed under the spray for the longest time, her mind a blank sheet of paper and her heart a chunk of bitter ice. 

It was over. They could never, ever, recover from this. 

When the hot water eventually ran out, she climbed out of the small cubicle and dried her body carefully. Dark purple bruises were just becoming evident on her upper arms and she could feel the soreness between her legs. She also had bite marks on her neck and she winced when she saw them. They would be difficult to cover up.

She couldn't stay here. Not in this house. It wasn't her home anymore. Pulling some clothes into a bag, she took all that she needed and when she was dressed she called a taxi. It arrived within fifteen minutes and after posting her key through the letterbox, Kiera climbed into the waiting taxi and closed her eyes tightly. 

The cold glass felt soothing against her hot skin. 

It reminded her she was still alive.

* * *

The railway station was teeming with people heading into the city for the evening. It felt like she had only just stepped off a train a few minutes earlier. How was it that so much had happened in that short space of time? If she had known what was going to happen, she would have stayed on the train and saved herself a whole lot of misery. Hindsight is a wonderful thing, she thought without a trace of humour.

Once she was seated on the train, she made a short phone call before settling back into the numb, mindless state she had slipped into during the taxi journey. It helped not to think about things. At some point she was going to have to think about it all -- but right now she wasn't strong enough. 

* * *

Alicia stood on the windy platform, her hands tightly dug in the pockets of her long wool coat. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail as it was still slightly damp from the shower. She had been both shocked and delighted when Kiera phoned her. Despite the intensity of the experience they had shared, she was realistic enough to know that the other woman had probably had second thoughts once the cold light of day had struck.

They had parted after breakfast with warm kisses and whispered promises. For her at least, it had not been a one-night stand and she hoped that Kiera felt the same way, but she had decided to be pragmatic about it all. If she never heard from Kiera again, then at least they had shared something wonderful, if only for one night.

When her mobile rang shrilly just as she stepped out of the shower, she had dashed to answer it, hoping against hope that it was Kiera on the other end of the line. Her joyful smile soon faded when she managed to make some sense out of the garbled stream of nonsense. Her heart had almost stopped in shock, then a slow burning rage flooded her veins with adrenaline and if Ben had been in the same room at that moment, he would not have left it alive.

But the most important thing right now was to help Kiera deal with this. Once she was safe and away from that man, they could talk about it. A disembodied voice crackled into life from some hidden speakers. 

"The next train to arrive at platform two is the..."

Alicia glanced at her watch. This was her train. She just hoped that Kiera was on it. Since the frightening phone call she had heard nothing from her. Anxiety made her stomach churn nauseously and she wished she had not eaten the left over pizza when she arrived home earlier. She could feel the stodgy food sitting like a lead weight in her tummy. 

In a rush of noise and wind, the train slowly crawled down the long platform and eventually ground to a screeching halt. The doors slid open and several people began to disembark. For a panicky moment Alicia scanned the throngs of passengers, but she couldn't see Kiera anywhere.

Looking down the platform, she suddenly noticed a small figure dressed in a long black coat and carrying a holdall bag. The woman's shoulders were stooped and for a minute she resembled a small fragile bird with a broken wing, utterly lost and devoid of hope. Alicia's heart went out to the wraith and she rushed towards her, wanting only to hug her tightly and make the pain go away.

The damaged woman barely registered a smile when Alicia pulled her tightly into an embrace. They clung together like survivors of a storm, oblivious to the curious onlookers in the vicinity. 

Alicia took a step back. The sharp vibrant women she had spent last night with had gone. In her place stood a grey, trembling shadow of a woman; emotionally destitute and physically damaged. Alicia wanted to cry for her. But she held her tears at bay, knowing that she needed to be strong in order to help Kiera. 

"Come on," she said quietly. "Let's take you home."

Kiera just nodded meekly and allowed the other woman to lead her out of the busy station and towards the car park. A light grey drizzle seeped down from the charcoal sky, soaking everything with a damp chill. It was a miserable night steeped in gloom and Alicia turned up the cars heater to full when she heard Kiera's teeth chattering.

Bright lights flashed intermittently from the oncoming vehicles as Kiera sat huddled in her seat, her face blank and lifeless. Alicia kept glancing at her, hoping the shocked state she was in was only temporary. She was beginning to feel frightened and she wondered if maybe she had taken on something she couldn't handle. Maybe she should be taking her to the nearest police station and encouraging her to press charges.

She nearly said as much, but something told her Kiera would not want to hear that right now, so she kept her thoughts to herself. Maybe when the shock had lifted a little, she might listen to reason. Only time would tell. 

* * *

Kiera sat on the leather couch in the flat, her legs tucked beneath her body. She felt cold, so cold. She felt like she would never be warm again. The rational part of her brain knew this was a side effect of emotional shock, but that didn't exactly make her feel any better. Alicia was being wonderful. So wonderful Kiera felt like weeping in gratitude. But she knew that if she started crying now she wouldn't be able to stop anytime soon, so she fiercely held her tears at bay for the time being.

The cold reality of what Ben had done was still something she couldn't stand to think about for more than a few moments. She had truly believed he loved her. So how could he have hurt her like that? The man who had done such a terrible thing to her was not the man she thought she knew. The more she thought about it, the more confused she felt.

Alicia had hinted that maybe she should consider pressing charges against him, but she knew she didn't have the courage to go through with it. Just the idea of sitting in the local police station and telling some copper about it made her feel like throwing up. No, it was something she was going to have to live with. It might take time, but eventually she would heal again.

"You're shivering," commented Alicia when she sat down beside her on the couch. 

"I know," she mumbled with a wan smile. 

"Come on, lets go to bed and you might warm up a little." Meekly, Kiera followed the other woman down a hall and into a large bedroom decorated in creams and pinks. It was a beautiful room and under different circumstances she would have taken more notice of the small details.

As it was she stared into the distance and slowly pulled her clothes off like a zombie. 

"Jesus," whistled Alicia when she saw the dark bruises on her arms. Kiera said nothing. There seemed very little point. She pulled on the pyjama's that were laid out on the bed for her, and climbed under the duvet while Alicia switched the lights off.

Alicia stroked her hair gently as they lay together in the dark. The sensation was strangely soothing and she felt the tension slowly easing away. Her eyes began to close and before long she was fast asleep; the events of the night having taken their toll on her. Sleep was a blissful escape.

* * *

Kiera sat in Alicia's small garden watching a neighbour's cat stalking the birds. It crept along the wall, its belly scraping on the brick surface and its eyes gleaming with hopeful expectation that this time it would be successful. Every once in a while a small whimper escaped in a telltale sign of excitement.

It was rather amusing to view the spectacle. Kiera had no doubt that the birds knew exactly what was going on. They pecked away at the grass feigning obliviousness to the feline predator. Suddenly the fat tabby made its move. In a blur of stripy fur it sprang down from the wall, claws unsheathed in murderous weapons of death. 

The birds swept up into the air en masse before the cat had even touched the floor. They flew into the trees chirruping noisily and practically laughing their feathers off at the poor unfortunate tabby as he sat on the lawn looking mightily confused. He blinked at Kiera as if to say, 'Damn those birds!" before shaking his tail and waddling off in search of more co-operative playthings.

She found herself grinning at the unexpected pantomime and realised it felt good to be slowly returning to normality. For two weeks she had been off work, utterly unable to face the prospect of returning to the office and answering her curious colleague's questions. 

No doubt gossip would be rife by now -- her boss had already rung her twice to see when she was planning to return to work. Kiera had made some half-hearted declaration that it would be soon, but she hadn't specified an exact date. Realistically she knew it would need to be soon. She couldn't afford to lose her job and the company would not pay her full salary indefinitely. 




Awakening Ch. 02



Alicia had been wonderful throughout the entire episode. It was hard to believe that one amazing night had been such a catalyst. Her whole life had changed unrecognisably in a short space of time. As much as she wished some of it had not happened, she couldn't deny that in many ways it had forced her to sort her life for the better.

Ben had not been in touch at all which surprised Kiera slightly. She guessed that he felt too ashamed about the way he had behaved and he was worried that she would try and press charges against him. Not that she was going to do that. The physical signs had faded and she was left with only the emotional wounds. They would take a long time to disappear, if indeed they ever disappeared at all. 

Every night she had slept with Alicia, curled up against her warm body like a cat. There had been no sexual overtures from the other woman and Kiera knew that she was waiting until Kiera was ready. Up until now she hadn't been ready at all. Sex was the last thing on her mind, but gradually her libido was starting to kick in. 

Tonight they were going out for dinner and Kiera was looking forward to setting foot outside the flat. She felt like she had been sequestered for the last two weeks, although it had been entirely her own choice. 

She drank the rest of her tea and headed back inside to do some washing and cleaning. If nothing else she had kept the flat clean and tidy whilst she had been blocking out all the horrible things she didn't want to think about. Mindless monotony was a good way of dealing with emotional trauma. 

* * *

The restaurant was small and intimate in much the same way as the first place they had eaten at after the seminar. Kiera looked at her menu and tried to decide what to eat. She was spoiled for choice. Temporarily putting the menu down, she took another slug of red wine and looked at her companion.

Alicia was dressed in a beautiful pale blue dress that flattered her golden complexion perfectly. Her pale blonde hair shone in sleek waves and rippled over her shoulders. She looked up and caught Kiera staring and smiled warmly; a secret smile just for Kiera. For a moment the two of them were locked in their own private world and nobody else could possible intrude. Alicia reached out and gently touched her finger tips to Kiera's hand.

"You okay babe?" she asked softly.

"Yeah, I'm alright," smiled Kiera. And she was. The pain had faded to manageable proportions and she was slowly realising that she would be fine. Better than fine actually -- she was happier now in many ways than she had ever been. It was just sad that her happiness had been born out of something so bad.

"Have you spoken to work yet?" asked Alicia seriously. 

"I have today, yes. My boss is being very understanding, but I get the impression he needs my presence back in the office sooner rather than later." She frowned slightly. The thought of returning to work on Monday was not too attractive, but she recognised that it was a necessity.

"Well you know you don't need to rush things. Only go back if you are ready. I am happy to have you staying with me as long as you want to." Alicia squeezed her hand tightly. "You can stay permanently you know," she said. 

"Do you mean that?" Kiera had been worried that maybe she was putting on her too much. As much as she enjoyed the time they had been together, she didn't want to feel like she was in the way.

"Yes I do mean it. I really care about you silly!" 

"Ahem!" The waiter interrupted their conversation with a loud cough. "Are you ladies ready to order yet?" he asked, glancing at their interlocked fingers with a disappointed frown. Clearly he had no chance at this table -- these two were far more interested in each other. God what a bloody waste, he thought crossly.

"Just give us five more minutes," Alicia said politely. The waiter nodded and walked away across the room.

She returned her attention back to Kiera. "Sweetheart, I really like you and I want us to be together, but only if you are happy with that. I understand that this is all new to you and I don't want to apply any pressure. I am your friend first and foremost -- but if you want more than that, I am here..." She looked at her meaningfully and Kiera blushed. She knew exactly what Alicia meant and for a heated second she felt the sexual tension sizzle between them.

She could see Alicia's breasts moulded in the soft fabric of her dress and her imagination began to picture the dress slowly slipping off her shoulders to reveal the smooth flesh. Her skin prickled with sudden sparks of desire and when she raised her eyes, she saw her incendiary thoughts mirrored in Alicia's face. She squirmed in her seat uncomfortably.

"Is it me or is it suddenly too hot in here?" quipped Alicia with a grin. "Come on, we need to eat first..." 

Kiera felt her cheeks blushing again and she cursed her continual propensity to go red at any embarrassing thing. It had been the bane of her life ever since she was old enough to feel embarrassment. 

She hid her face behind the menu and tried to concentrate on the descriptions of tasty dishes whilst Alicia giggled from her side of the table. 

The conversation lightened up once food had arrived and they both tucked into creamy pasta with gusto. Kiera had lost her appetite over the last couple of weeks and her weight had plummeted. Tonight she suddenly found herself incredibly hungry and wolfed down the garlic bread with relish. 

Alicia watched her eat and grinned. It was good to see her happy again. It had been a difficult two weeks seeing her so low and depressed. She had a pink flush to her cheeks and the spark was back in her eyes. Her dark hair curled round her face in waves and she looked gorgeous. 

"Want seconds??" 

Kiera looked up from polishing her plate with the last of the bread. "Are you being rude to me?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Me, no..." grinned Alicia. "I was just asking 'cause you seemed rather hungry."

"I was hungry and I definitely want some pudding."

"Don't worry -- you'll be having some soon..." Alicia's voice trailed off with a smirk and they both exchanged knowing glances. 

Suddenly Kiera turned white as a sheet.

"What's wrong?" Alicia asked in concern. 

"Ben's here..."

They both turned to see a tall man walking towards them with a red haired woman trailing behind him. For a microsecond Kiera thought he was going to walk past their table without seeing her. But then he turned at the last moment and she saw the shock flit across his face like a dark cloud.

"Kiera..." he stated woodenly. He dropped his gaze and saw her hand entwined in Alicia's and his eyes widened in shock. The room temperature dropped to sub zero and Kiera's stomach fell through the floor. 

"Well, well," he spat icily. "I got it so wrong didn't I...there was me thinking you were fucking another man. But oh no, you decided to fuck a woman instead!"

Kiera felt blind rage rushing through her system. How dare he have a go at her after what he had done! 

"Leave me alone!" she snarled angrily. "Haven't you done enough damage?" 

Alicia looked at her in surprise, not expecting her to react so venomously. Ben was surprised too. He took a step backwards at her words, obviously not used to such hostility.

"Aren't you going to introduce us honey?" simpered a syrupy voice from behind Ben. He turned and frowned crossly. "No, she's nobody important. Come on, let's go somewhere else -- this place is full of fucking lesbians." He grabbed the woman's wrist sharply and ignoring her yelp of pain, dragged her away from the table and out of the restaurant door.

Alicia and Kiera were left feeling slightly shell-shocked at the altercation. "Can we go home now?" Kiera asked in a small voice once everyone had stopped staring at them in curiosity. Her appetite had vanished and she just wanted to get the hell out of this place.

"Sure we can darling. I'll just pay the bill." Alicia smiled encouragingly and raised her hand to call the waiter over. He arrived in a heartbeat having been lingering nearby to catch what was being said. 

Alicia handed her credit card over and waited for the transaction to complete. It took minutes and once it was done, they left the restaurant and headed for her car. Once they reached it, she put her arm round Kiera's waist to hug her tightly.

"Forget him," she said simply. "You have me now."

Kiera looked sideways at her and realised she was right. Ben was the past. She didn't need him anymore. Alicia was the person she wanted to be with. 

"I already have," she agreed with a smile. It was time to go home and be with someone who truly cared about her. It was time to finally move on -- when you've hit rock bottom, the only way is up. She had been in that dark place and now her life could only get better with Alicia at her side. 

"Thank you for everything," she whispered before kissing her lover passionately. Their bodies melded together in the half light of the street lamp. 

"My pleasure," said Alicia when their lips parted. "Let's go home now; I missed out on my dessert!" 

"Oh don't worry, you'll be having it soon..." Kiera grinned naughtily at the thought of all the things she wanted to try. She could hardly wait!



Awakening Ch. 02



You may find it helpful to read Chapter One of this series for background on the characters.

###

"What time does she tee off?"

"Eight fifty-two."

Janice looked at her watch. "She'll never have time to practice."

"She's playing Beth Samuels. All the practice in the world isn't going to help her."

Janice and Mary kept one eye on the clubhouse door as they finished their breakfasts. The Tuesday ladies league at the golf club wasn't all that big to begin with, so absent players was a big deal.

Five minutes later the petite woman they were waiting for entered the dining room looking more than a little disheveled. Lisa spotted her two friends and took the empty chair they had saved for her.

"God, Lisa. It's not like you to miss breakfast," Janice said.

"I couldn't get out of the house," Lisa said, looking over their food.

"Want some?" Mary offered.

Lisa looked at the fruit plate and waved it off. "Nah, I'll get something right before we tee off."

"So, what kept you? James?" Janice asked in the most mocking tone she could muster.

Lisa was a lousy liar and everybody knew it. Janice and Mary loved to tease her because Lisa was incapable of telling a fib to get out of a situation.

"He KNEW I needed to get going," Lisa said fidgeting with a fork.

"So it wasn't that you couldn't get out of the house," Mary added. "You couldn't get out of BED."

Janice chuckled and Lisa glared at her. "She doesn't need practice," Janice said dryly. "She's plenty loose already."

Janice and Mary laughed, getting only the slightest hint of a smile from Lisa.

"Stop it," Lisa pleaded. "I don't get it often enough to laugh about it when I do."

"Was it good?" Mary asked, using a piece of melon to simulate a cock.

"If you're implying there was anything oral going on you are sadly mistaken," Lisa said.

"That's too bad," Janice said.

"He's not the most imaginative man in bed," Lisa conceded. She hoped the conversation was almost over. She knew she'd pay a price for being late, but didn't want it to turn into a counseling session.

Janice and Mary looked at each other as though the same light bulb had gone off in their heads simultaneously. Mary winked at Janice.

"How about we go hit the putting green?" Mary said.

"Good idea," Lisa said, glad to end the conversation. "I'll meet you over there."

Janice and Mary walked together to the practice area while Lisa went to get her clubs. "I know what you're thinking," Janice said.

"What am I thinking?"

"You want to invite her over."

"How'd you know what I was thinking?" Mary said.

"I know you. That was ME sitting there a couple weeks ago," Janice said.

"Hey, I didn't think about having sex with you until we were alone."

Janice looked at her cute friend. "I'm not sure I believe that. But I do appreciate it. Right now I'm saying you're thinking about having Lisa over and doing the same thing."

"Want to join me?"

"Of course I do," Janice said.

Mary laughed. She saw Lisa approaching from the opposite side of the putting green. "We'll talk about it after the round."

###

Janice and Mary introduced themselves to lesbian sex on a hot day in Mary's house. Mary had initiated it, but neither had necessarily planned for it to happen. It seemed natural at the time and was truly magnificent once they got into it. Now they were both hooked and considered it a pleasant change from the mundane sex they had with their husbands.

Mary was an attractive interior designer married to a corporate executive. She set her own hours and chose her own friends when her husband wasn't dragging her to social events. She had a perfect face and body, spending much time and money to keep both in top condition. As Janice had found out, Mary's figure wasn't Playboy material, but served the purpose very well when it came to sex.

Janice was a mother of two who loved her family and kept herself in shape. Bored with the same old bedroom scene two or three nights a week, she was quick to take up Mary's offer to experiment. In fact, she considered it the best thing she had ever done up to this point. It gave her a whole new reason to live and love.

Now they sensed the same boredom in thirty five year old Lisa that they themselves had experienced. Their mission was to 'save' her. But it wouldn't be easy. Lisa was very shy by nature and, to her friends' knowledge, not a risk taker. It would take a concerted effort on their parts to make this happen without costing them a friend.

"Well, it worked when you invited me to your place," Janice said when she and Mary were alone in the locker room after their rounds were over.

Mary sat next to Janice on the wooden bench. "I suppose. She's never been over. It would be easy enough to get her there. Then what?"

"We double-team her," Janice said nonchalantly. "How can she resist both of us?"

"Speak for yourself," Mary said. "This is a woman who I can assure you has never been with another woman."

"And how many had you been with before me?"

"None."

"I say we do it. We'll know what to do and when to do it when the time comes," Janice said.

Mary pulled on her clean shirt. "I'm excited. How about you?"

"Yep. This'll be fun."

Over lunch, Lisa cheerfully accepted Mary's invitation to join her and Janice for margaritas the following Friday evening. Mary made sure to pick a day her husband would be out of town on travel. Janice could always get away...for Mary.

They agreed on a time and Lisa got directions. The easy part was taken care of.

###

The evening before the 'party' at Mary's, Lisa was in her family room picking up the normal stuff that accumulates on the floor and on tables over time. She kept a watchful eye on the kitchen. If her husband came, it would be through the kitchen with another beer in his hand. He'd been drinking since he got home from work and that was never a good sign.

She purposely looked around the family room for any loose objects other than pillows and magazines. She had learned not to provide him with weapons. The extra shoes she found were thrown into the laundry room behind a closed door.

Just then, James' steps could be heard not from the kitchen, but from the hallway behind Lisa. She barely had time to turn and lean on the couch before he was there.

"Hey. Anything on TV you want to watch?" Lisa asked with a tense smile.

He wore a pair of shorts and no shirt. Lisa would have been impressed if the body belonged to any man besides him. Very little about him excited her any more. Especially when he reeked of beer.

"Nope. What I want isn't on TV."

Lisa felt that awful, sickening feeling in her stomach she had come to know the past year. She didn't know what had changed, or who was at fault. She knew the alcohol made it worse, but something inside him had changed. He was never romantic in their first six years of marriage and now he was borderline sadistic.

Nobody outside the home knew about it, not even her family. Lisa hoped she could talk him into understanding he had a drinking problem, or something. But he wouldn't listen. To the contrary, he took it out on her.

Lisa knew better than to ask him what he wanted. Instead, she tried another approach. "Can I get you something to eat?"

She took one step towards the kitchen. His long, muscular arm reached out like a post to stop her. He had it across her stomach and around her waist before she could backpedal fast enough.

"I'll take one of these."

He yanked her towards him with ease. She was facing him, their bodies touching.

"No, James. Not now." Lisa turned her face away, knowing better than to hit him.

He put his hand on her chin and pulled her head around until he could kiss her. After a short, rough kiss, he said to her, "Yes, now. Right here."

His hand was inside her shirt, clutching at her bra.

"No. Please."

"Don't argue with me or I'll smack you."

"I'm not..."

His other hand flew through the air and struck her with enough force to throw Lisa against the back of the couch. Still, he was gripping her breast and tugging at the bra.

"Owwwww," she screamed.

"I said don't argue with me. Why do you always fight me? Do you want me to get rougher with you? Is that what you like?"

"No. No!"

He had her bra pushed up over her breasts. He yanked up her shirt and leaned against her lower body while beginning to suck on her exposed tits. It hurt her back to be bent over the couch and she could feel his hard cock between her legs. Long ago her body quit responding when he bit her nipples. But he'd never know, or care.

When he began to fumble with the button of her shorts, she made a concerted effort to escape.

"Oh no you don't. This is the part you like the best," James said.

He managed to get them open and the zipper pulled down. She learned a long time ago not to wear a belt. It could be used against her. So now he only had to tug on the shorts to get them down, followed by a violent jerk of her panties to reveal her pussy and ass.

"Please. Please! No!"

He twisted Lisa around and shoved her against the couch, giving her bare ass a solid spank.

"Spread 'em."

Lisa pulled one leg out of her shorts and panties, then spread her legs for him. There was no escaping. At least not without major, major consequences.

At this point all she had to endure was his brutal version of fucking from behind. She would be dry, but that never stopped him. She wouldn't cum, but he wouldn't care. She'd cry, but he'd never know.

###

Mary answered the door and welcomed Lisa with a big hug.

"I'm so glad you could make it," Mary said, patting her friend on the back.

"I'm glad you did this," Lisa said. "It's so nice to get out of the house."

"Come on in. Janice is already here."

Lisa stood in the entranceway while Mary closed the door.

"This is...fabulous," Lisa cooed. "What a beautiful house."

"Thank you. I had a little help with it, but most of it is my original plan. Come on into the family room."

Mary took Lisa by the hand and led her down the hall. Soon they were stepping into a massive, open living area that was bigger than any single room Lisa had ever seen. Janice rose from one of the couches and went over to greet Lisa.

They hugged and sat together on the couch.

"What do you want to drink, Lisa? We specialize in margaritas," Mary said.

"Oh, nothing right now. Maybe later," Lisa said, fearful that her disdain for alcohol might upset the other women.

"That's fine. Anytime you want something, just let me know," Mary said cheerfully while heading into the kitchen.

Janice and Lisa chatted for a few minutes before Mary reappeared with a tray of hors d'oeuvres. All three sat around a glass table and munched on the food without missing a beat in the conversation. It was the most relaxed Lisa could remember feeling in a long, long time.

She watched her friends enjoy their margaritas without any noticeable side effects, a welcome change to what she was used to. She was going to hate to see the evening end.

"Do you show the rest of the house?" Lisa asked her host.

"Of course. Come on," Mary said, always happy to display her talent as a designer.

Janice brought up the rear of the little parade as they moved into the formal living room. Of course, Janice had had the same tour less than a month earlier, but she still enjoyed listening to Mary's explanation of why each color and piece of furniture was selected.

Lisa was attentive, despite the fact she knew she'd never be able to afford the things she was seeing. But she could dream. She did a lot of that when the reality of her situation at home weighed on her.

They eventually made their way into the master bedroom—an expansive room with a poster bed, couch, a couple of plush chairs and massive amounts of storage space, including dressers and walk-in closets.

"Wow!" Lisa said as soon as they entered the room. "This is great!"

"Wouldn't you like to know what goes on in here?" Janice said, poking Lisa with her elbow.

"Just think of all the different places you can do it, too," Lisa said.

Mary frowned. "If everything looks new, it's because it's hardly ever used."

Janice leaned closer to Lisa and said softly, "There's one way to find out."

Janice grabbed the handle to the top dresser drawer and started to pull it open. "Hey!" Mary cried out, attempting to stop Janice.

It was too late. The drawer was open just enough for Janice and Lisa to see a few of the bright, silky objects inside.

"Well, well. What do we have here?" Janice asked playfully. She reached inside the drawer and pulled out the tiniest red thong she could find—and there were lots to choose from.

Janice pulled the waistband of the thong until it was stretched all the way open. "I bet THIS gets him hard."

Mary looked on with a look of repugnance, resigned to the fact Janice was going to make the most out of her unexpected find. "Are you done playing now?"

"Maybe," Janice said. She looked inside the drawer again. Mary and Lisa expected her to simply put the thong back in its place. Instead, Janice dug her hand deeper into the drawer, under the layer of flimsy garments.

Just as Mary was about to protest, Janice stopped moving. "What the..."

"Don't you dare...," Mary began. Before she could finish, Janice's hand was coming back out of the drawer. Lisa let out an audible gasp.

Janice was clutching a life-size plastic cast of a man's erect cock. In every little detail the dildo resembled the real thing.

"Holy shit, Mary. Do we know this guy?" Janice asked while rolling the dildo in her hand.

"Why worry about the real thing when you have that?" Mary responded. "Now put it back."

"No way." Janice raised the cock to her mouth and slowly ran her tongue along the bottom until reaching the thick head. "We want a demonstration, don't we Lisa?"

"Yeah. I'm gonna want to borrow it, but I need to know if it works first," Lisa said.

Janice moved closer to Mary and slid the dildo inside the pant leg of Mary's shorts. Mary quickly backed away, swatting at Janice's hand in the process.

"Stop it!"

"What?" Janice asked teasingly. "Just a short demo. You don't need to cum."

Janice moved closer again and this time ran the fake cock along the cleavage inside Mary's shirt. Mary giggled, almost on the verge of giving in to her friends. She also understood this might be the opening she and Janice had been looking for to introduce Lisa to their newfound obsession with each other.

"You want me to use this without cumming? Are you kidding? Obviously, you haven't used this thing before," Mary said.

"Nope. I prefer the real thing. But you might be able to convince me otherwise," Janice said, holding the dildo out for Mary to take.

Lisa couldn't believe the turn of events and felt an uneasy excitement building up inside of her. Surely, Mary would back down before having to use the cock in front of her friends. Why did that disappoint her so much, she wondered to herself.

"C'mon, show us how you do it," Janice urged Mary. "Right, Lisa?"

"Yep. Unless it's too big for you?"

The reverse psychology worked. Mary wasn't about to let either of them think she couldn't take the whole thing. She was afraid, however, that once she got started she wouldn't be able to stop. Hopefully, Janice would take that opportunity to include Lisa somehow. It was worth the gamble.

"To big?" Mary said with contempt. "They haven't made one too big for me."

That got derisive 'oooooohs' from Janice and Lisa and all three women smiled. Then the mood turned a little more serious as Mary unbuttoned her shorts and let them fall to the floor. As suspected, she wore one of the silky thongs from the collection Janice had stumbled upon earlier. As Mary removed her shorts and sandals, Janice and Lisa couldn't help but inspect their friend's legs and ass.

Janice, of course, had already had the pleasure of seeing Mary naked. Still, it was new enough to her to be a very erotic occasion.

Mary took the plastic cock and rubbed it over her pussy, pressing the material of her tiny thong into her slit. "If I'm in a hurry, I might not take off the thong. But since we have some time..."

Mary pulled off the little garment and tossed it on top of her shorts. Lisa's heart pounded. She was somewhat in awe of Mary's incredible body, yet insecure about being around the other women in such a sexual situation. Her conscious pulled her in two directions.

What she had no way of knowing was that her friends were about to drag her into the middle of something she had never dreamed of.

This time, Mary put the dildo directly onto her bare clit and slowly moved it up and down. Her eyes were closed and her lips were slightly parted. Janice moved behind her. Lisa watched as Janice's hands slid under the bottom of Mary's shirt, up her chest, and onto her breasts. Lisa could see the outline of Janice's fingers as they massaged Mary's large tits.

Lisa was on the verge of saying something. But what? Her mind was spinning so fast she couldn't put a thought together. Then she watched as Janice lifted Mary's shirt up and over her head, exposing the beautiful breasts. All the while, Mary rubbed the dildo over her pussy and clit.

Janice's fingers slid back and forth across Mary's nipples. Their two heads were touching with Janice resting her chin on Mary's shoulder. They both looked over at Lisa with wry smiles.

"Maybe we should tell her," Janice said in a voice just barely loud enough for Lisa to hear.

"I think it's time," Mary confirmed.

Janice tightened her grip on Mary's breasts. "Lisa, we have a confession to make. Mary and I have, uh, been together. We'd like you to join us."

Lisa was shocked by Janice's words, but at least it made the current scene a little more understandable. "You mean you've...you two have..."

"We've had sex," Mary said bluntly. "It was fabulous and we want you to experience it, too."

Lisa couldn't speak.

"Please," Mary pleaded. "You won't regret it."

Lisa looked at Janice, who just nodded back. She would not have hesitated to say 'You must be crazy', except for the fact her pussy was getting wetter and wetter watching Mary play with herself and Janice fondle her tits. She never, ever felt this way around James.

"Well, maybe I'll watch," Lisa finally said.

"That's fair, don't you think so Mary?" Janice said, eager to get started.

"Yes. Now get naked," Mary ordered.

Mary climbed onto the bed in the short amount of time it took Janice to undress. Lisa sat on the edge of the couch closest to the bed, providing her with a perfect view. If her heart was pounding before, it was nearly bursting from her chest now.

Janice took her place on the opposite side of Mary's body from where Lisa sat, giving Lisa an uninterrupted view of the proceedings. What she saw was Janice beginning to lick all around Mary's left breast while Mary continued to massage her pussy with the dildo.

"I'm not putting this inside me until you suck on that nipple," Mary told Janice.

Janice answered by immediately opening her mouth wide and using her hand to push a good portion of Mary's breast between her lips. As soon as her tongue began working on Mary's nipple, the dildo began to disappear.

Lisa watched as the fat head of the fake cock pushed aside the lips of Mary's pussy. Mary spread her legs another few inches. Then the head was gone and the thick, vein-covered shaft of the cock methodically slid inside Mary's vagina.

Janice sucked loudly on the erect nipple.

"Oh my God," Mary moaned. "Harder. Bite it harder, Janice!"

Mary lifted her ass off the bed just an inch or two to accept more of the dildo. It was about half gone when she began to pump it in and out of her vagina. Lisa could see the dim light in the room glisten on the surface of the cock each time it came out. Lisa's own pussy desperately needed attention, but she wasn't that brave, yet.




Awakening Ch. 02



I thought I would be so nervous walking down the street to meet Mat, but I was as calm and collected as I had ever been in my life.

I knew that tonight was my night, I was going to be in control, I would have him begging me. I walked into the trades bar and ordered a vodka and coke, I was not going to do the chasing, if he wanted me he could find me here. I didn't even turn around to see if he was here, although my heart was in my mouth. I honestly can't believe that I managed to stay talking to the barmaid until his arm wrapped around me. My heart fluttered and I turned to look in his bright blue eyes and his mouth covered mine. I massaged his tongue with mine and felt the jolt of electricity run through my body and into his. 

"Wow, now that's my kind of hello!" I breathed. 

"I couldn't help myself. I was just gonna give you a peck on the cheek but then you turned those full lips my way and I had to make them mine." he whispered.

I bought him a pint of stella and we went and sat in a quiet corner of the bar. I started stroking his leg as we talked.

"Do you realize how horny you are making me by doing that, I really wish your hand was stoking something else of mine." he said.

"All good things come to those who wait!" I replied. I thought I could continue his torture for a little while longer knowing how bad he wanted me. I was desperate for him too but I was not going to give up control tonight. 

"Another Stella?" I asked with a sly smile on my face.

"If you are wanting another drink I have something tasty for you to 'swallow'!" he grinned. 

"Hmmm I am thirsty ... but I think a pint of guiness is what is needed right now!" I giggled as I ran my hand along his crotch and squeezed his shaft through his jeans.

"FUCK! I want you so bad Lucy, please tell me you want to leave now!" he pleaded.

A wide grin spread across my face when I heard him begin to beg me. "I'm ready when you are" I stated. 

"Lets go then!" he whispered.

We walked down the street hand in hand, full of anticipation of the night of pleasure that lay ahead. We arrived at the flat and he let us in, as he shut the door behind us he grabbed my waist and pulled me back towards him so my butt rubbed against his crotch. He turned my head to his and kissed me so passionately I went weak at the knees, my resolve wavering. I pulled away and said "lets move into the bedroom."

I moved his arms over his head so I could slide his t-shirt off. I ran my hands down over his tight chest and abs and started undoing his belt. As I took it off I started rubbing his rock hard cock through his jeans the look on his face was pure want, I understood exactly how he felt, but he was going to want me even more, soon enough he would be begging me again. 

I took his boxers off and manoeuvred him back onto the bed.

"Close your eyes Mat!" I whispered.

"Hmm I like the sound of this." he replied.

He closed his eyes and I pulled a silk scarf out of my pocket, I raised his arms above his head and began to tie his wrists to the metal headboard. 

"Oooh Juci Luci is getting a bit adventurous!" Mat said.

I leaned forward and whispered into his ear, "Tonight is my night, I am in charge and you will be begging me to let you touch me." 

"Hmmm, what if I don't play ball and refuse to beg." he asked with a sly smile.

"Trust me Mat ... You wont be able to resist." I stated.

As he lay on the bed unable to break free (my dad was in the navy for twenty years he had taught me how to tie a strong knot) I stood above him and began stripping my clothes off. 

I slipped my light silk top over my head to reveal my sexy black bra keeping my 38DD breasts in place, I took the clip out of my hair and let my long dark hair fall down around my shoulders. I turned around so he had a good view of my butt and unzipped my mini skirt, sliding it down my thighs.

"You look amazing!" Mat said as he caught a glimpse of my black thong. He tried leaning forward but was stopped by the scarf. I giggled and moved away slightly. I knelt down opposite him on the bed and moved my black thong over slightly revealing my very wet pussy.

I looked him deep in the eyes as I moved my hand across towards my clit. I started stroking it and moaned at the touch that I had mastered all these years being single. My other hand stroked over my torso and up to my breasts. I pulled one cup down to reveal one of my nipples and squeezed and twisted as I pleasured my clit.

I watched as mat licked his lips trying desperately to win this battle of power. I could see the determination in his eyes to stay quiet and make me come to him without having to ask me. 

I moved my hand up from my pussy to my mouth and sucked my middle finger into my mouth never taking my eyes off him. I moved my hand lower again and pushed my middle finger into my cunt as I gasped with pleasure. His mouth dropped open as his dick got harder than before. I smiled and started pumping my finger in and out before adding my index finger as well. I moved my hips in time with my fingers pumping in and out and moaned with the pleasure I was causing. I used my thumb to rub my clit as my breathing got heavier.

I decided to tease him further by moving closer. I stood on the bed and removed my thong slowly then my bras so I was completely naked, and put my right leg on to the headboard by his head, just far enough that he couldn't touch me with his tied up hands or his mouth, which he tried with all his might.

I resumed finger fucking myself and watched as his eyes grew wider and full of lust as I pleasured myself just inches from his face. My breathing grew heavier and more ragged as I approached my climax. Mat strained to get his face closer as I started gasping. "Oh ... my ... god!! I'm gonna cum!" I yelled as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. 

I stood there letting my breath return to normal, as Mat sat breathing deeply. I know he expected me to be so turned on I would just sink to my knees and straddle him but I had other ideas. 

As difficult as it was I stepped back and got down off the bed. "w...where are you going?" Mat stammered.

"I am thirsty after all that pleasure I need a nice cold drink." I giggled as I walked out of the bedroom in to the kitchen. I took a beer out of Mat's fridge and walked back into the bedroom.

I sat on the chair opposite the bed with my beer and stared at Mat lying helpless on the bed standing full to attention. It was good to know he enjoyed the show.

"Do you not want to come over here?" he enquired.

"Why do you want me to come over there?" I replied.

"I don't mind!" he grinned.

"Oh, okay well I will head on then and maybe see you around." I said calling his bluff. I picked up my bra and thong and began to get dressed again.

"WAIT!" he yelled. "please come here, please I need to be with you, I need to kiss you and touch you, and taste you! Please come here and let me pleasure you, PLEASE!" he begged.

Jackpot!!!! "Well seeing as you asked so nicely!" I replied as I dropped my bra and removed my thong once again.

I walked over to the bed and stood in front of him. I lowered my head to his and kissed him passionately. I sucked on his tongue and gently bit his lower lip. I raised myself slightly and fed my breast into his mouth. He hungrily sucked and bit my nipple as he moaned and clenched his still tied hands above his head. 

I stroked his cock with my foot as the head turned purple with need. I then moved my foot back onto the headboard close enough this time that he could lick and kiss my leg. I bent my pussy lower until his tongue came into contact with my clit. "mmmm that feels so good!" I moaned as his tongue alternated between circling my clit and dipping into my tight hole. I moved away slightly and put my foot back on the bed as I turned so my ass was pointed towards his face.

I bent over pushing my pussy back to his face as I leaned down and flicked my tongue along the head of his cock.

He continued his oral assault on my clit and hole as I bobbed up and down on his steel rod. I let it fall out of my mouth with a plop as it hit his belly and moved lower and took his balls into my mouth licking and sucking on each one before returning to his shaft. 

"Oh Jesus, Lucy that feels so good! I cant hold it much longer I'm gonna cum." he whispered.

That was all the encouragement I needed as I took more into my mouth and deep into my throat. "Oh Fuck! UNNNH!" he screamed as his first blast went straight down my throat, I moved back and collected the rest in my mouth before turning round and making sure he watched me swallow his load.

He leaned forward as far as he could and I closed the distance between us and we kissed again. 

"Untie me Lucy I want to touch you." he whispered.

"uh uh!" I said as I shook my head. "Not just yet!"

I started stroking his cock again as we French kissed, playing with each others tongues. I felt his dick start to get hard again and got up off the bed and moved over to my bag. I removed a condom from it and returned to the bed I straddled his legs as I opened the packet. I placed the condom on the tip of his thick cock and rolled it down until all 8 inches were covered. I lifted myself up and moved so I was hovering over his cock. I held the base and rubbed the tip along my pussy lips before lowering myself on to it. I gasped at the fullness I felt. "Shit!! That feels so mother fucking good!" Mat yelled. "Bounce on my cock, baby!" he said.

"Who is in charge here?" I said as I rotated my hips. 

"You are!" he said. "What I meant to say was, Please will you bounce on my cock Lucy, Please, I want to see your tits bounce!"

"Good boy!" I replied as I began to move slowly up and down his shaft. Mat started sucking on my nipples as I began bouncing up and down on his hard dick.

"mmm ... Aaahhh ... fuck! I groaned as he started thrusting up into me in time with my bouncing.

"Please untie me Lucy, I need to feel you. Please let me touch you." he pleaded.

"You are starting to understand sexy! All you had to say was please!" I replied as I started to untie him. 

As soon as he was free he flipped us over so I was on my back and began pounding into me as he ran his hands all over my body. He massaged my tits and twisted my nipples before moving his mouth down to them and sucking, and biting them. He kissed up to my neck and started sucking on the base of my neck. I knew he was marking me but I didn't care I was lost in pleasure. His hand moved to my clit as his rock hard cock thrust in and out of my cunt. He roughly started to rub my clit trying to bring me to an explosive orgasm. 

"Fuck me! Mat! Oh my god ... so good! Keep going I am almost there! AAAHHH! OOOOHHH! AAAHHH!!!" I screamed as my orgasm exploded through me.

"JESUS CHRIST! Your squeezing my cock so hard! I am coming! UUUNNNHHH! FUUUUCCCKKK!!" He yelled as he spurt his load into the condom. 

He collapsed on top of me and we kissed as our breathing gradually slowed. He pulled out of me and took the condom off, tying the end and putting it into the bin by the side of the bed. He spooned up behind me and said "Fuck, that was amazing! I have never been so helpless, being tied to the bed, you turned me on so much and I couldn't touch you but when I was finally able to it was like a hunger took over me! I have never come so hard in my entire life!!!" 

"I know it was mind blowing! I didn't know it was going to be like that! I cant believe I managed to stay in control!" I replied. I yawned as exhaustion overtook me. 

Mat pulled me closer to him and sleep overtook him. I felt so warm in his arms and at that moment didn't want to think about the fact I would be leaving in a week and a half's time. I decided to live for the day and forget what was going to come. I let myself go and fell asleep in Mat's arms thinking of the fun to be had tomorrow...



Awakening Ch. 02



Chapter Two - Ecstasy 

The next morning, bleary eyed from lack of sleep and surly as ever in my new personality, I barely tolerated Mom's presence as she made breakfast.  I must have given her a nasty glance at one point because she ripped off her apron and strode purposefully out of the kitchen exclaiming "Fine, fix your own damn breakfast!"  So I finished poaching the eggs, then sat and ate them with toast that now tasted like ashes.  I heard a car door slam, Mom's engine come to life and gravel peppering our house as she blew down the driveway.  Things were certainly not getting any better.

Finally I got up, put my work clothes on and headed for Laura's.  Her car wasn't there, so I went out to the area I was working on, thankfully one of the few remaining thickets needing attention, and got at it.  I was so into destroying what was in front of me and my mind so occupied with conflicting images, that I did not hear Laura's car drive up nor her steps as she neared.

"Hi Aaron!" She called from about 15 feet away

Startled, I turned my head, stepped back and tripped over a branch and fell backwards – the ax flying from my hands.  I must have struck my head as the next thing I knew I was hearing my name "Aaron, Aaron are you OK?  Aaron!"

Groggily, I sat up.  "I think so," I said.  However when I went to move my foot into a better position from which to stand up, pain shot through it and up my shin.

"Oww, I think I may have twisted my ankle or something."

"Oh Aaron!  I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," Laura cried.  "Let me help you up."

I straightened my leg and felt around my ankle and foot with my hands.  Nothing seemed out of place, but I could feel a little swelling just below my ankle.  "I think its OK, but there is a little swelling."

Laura held out her hands and steadied me as I rose.  It hurt to put weight on the injured foot, so she took my arm and placed it around her neck and with her support I hopped over to a tree trunk I had felled earlier.

I sat down and Laura knelt in front of me taking my foot in her hands.  She removed the shoe and it was obvious the swelling was starting in earnest.  "I don't think we'll get to the house walking," she said looking around.  The tractor was pretty close by.  "How about if we get you on the tractor."

"Ok."  Laura helped me up again and together we did a three legged hop to the tractor.  I crawled up and onto the seat.

"Can you drive this over to your car?" Laura asked.

"I think so," I replied.  But when I tried to press the clutch, excruciating pain shot up my leg and involuntarily, I gasped.

Laura saw the pain and said "What can I do?"

"I think you will have to operate the clutch," I said.  The tractor we had was one of those old Fordson models from the 50's.  It was a great acreage tractor, with a three point hitch and the gearing to pull small implements, but it wasn't made for two people.  It had one of those old steel seats with the holes drilled through it, held up by a leaf spring.

So the only way this was going to work was if Laura sat in front of me, and drove.  I could see her hesitate a little, but then she began to look determined and climbed on, positioning herself at the front of the seat while I did everything I could to avoid contact.

"How do you start this thing?" She asked.

"Turn the key in the ignition and press that button," I said, forgetting that the tractor was in gear and that Laura may not realize it.  "The throttle is that lever," I said, pointing.

The tractor lurched forward a few inches, then stopped suddenly.  Laura was initially thrown back against me, then me forward against her as the tractor came to a rest.  So much for decorum.

I said "Shit, I'm sorry, I should have told you the tractor was in gear!"

"If I'd been thinking, I would have realized that," Laura replied.  "Its not like I haven't driven a standard before, where there is a clutch there are usually gears."

Laughing a little, Laura pushed the clutch in and started the engine.  "Where should I set the throttle?" she asked.

"Maybe just a little above idle.  You'll have to let the clutch out slowly."

Laura let the clutch out and the tractor started moving ahead, then as the clutch was fully out, was suddenly moving faster than she wanted.  The tractor was bouncing over the rough ground and trees were coming up quickly.  She panicked a little trying to steer out of the way."

"Press the clutch," I yelled.  "Press the clutch!!"

She looked down, found the clutch with her foot and the tractor rolled to a stop, gently coming to rest at the base of a tree.

"Whoa," we both breathed.

"I'm sorry," I gushed.  "I should have given you way better instructions.  Why don't you turn it off for a second and I'll talk you through it."

With that she turned off the ignition.  I could see she was shaking.  "Are you OK?" I asked as I placed my hands on her shoulders to steady her.  Unexpectedly she leaned back, resting against me and said "Yes, just give me a few seconds."

With my hands resting awkwardly on her shoulders those few seconds turned into what seemed like minutes. Silence descended upon us. Time seemed to dilate and all was right with the world.  My mind was a complete blank and I didn't care.  I wanted this moment to go on forever.

At some point, the silence was pierced by the calls and songs of birds and the wind rustling through the leaves above us.   Laura shook her head, sat forward and said, "We have to get you to a doctor before your foot swells up like a balloon.  What do I do?"

"If you centre the gear shift in neutral, reverse is all the way to the right and down, toward you.  It can be a little tough to shift.  Maybe try it now with the engine off.  Sometimes the gears are aligned and it will go in easy."

Laura tried that and said, "I don't think its going into gear."

"Ok then we'll have to start it.  Do everything the same as last time, with the throttle just off idle."

Laura started it and tried to get it into gear.  "It's still not going in."

"You may have to let the clutch out a little so the gears will align, and then it should go right in," I said.

The gears ground a little as she let the clutch up and attempted to force the lever into place.  It wasn't working.

"Can you do it?" Laura asked.

"Ok, if you can shift over a bit, I should be able to reach it."

She shifted over to the left a little and I reached for the gear shift.  Unfortunately it was right between her legs.

"Laura, could you move your right leg over a bit please?" I asked, embarrassed.

"What?", she said looking down to where my hand had to go.  She moved her leg a bit and then said, "We don't have time for this, just get it into gear."

So I reached down, conscious of my forearm touching her right thigh, grabbed the gear shift and moved it into place.  Reverse was still blocked, so I said "Let the clutch out a little."

She did, and as soon as I felt the gears move, I jammed it into place, my forearm pressing firmly against her upper thigh.  I let go right away and said "Its in gear."

Laura let the clutch out slowly and the tractor began to reverse.  I said, "If you back up a bit there is a path off to the left.  I'll tell you when to turn."

It took a few moments to back up.  Laura got it stopped after backing into the adjoining path and queried "What gear should we be in?"

"Probably first or second," I said.

"Aaron, you put it into gear please.  I'm nervous enough after just about killing us."

I reached between her legs again and decided to put it in first, which would reduce the amount of skin contact I would have to make.  I managed to get it into gear without any drama, and off we went.

The problem with first gear is it is really slow, essentially made for farm work.  I thought it best choice given the first attempt.  But we were some distance from the house and driveway so it was going to take about 5 minutes at this speed.  And then "it" started to happen.  My foot was completely forgotten at this point.  Now that we were in no danger and all we had to do was crawl slowly over the relatively rough ground to the vehicles, I became aware of what was sitting directly in front of me, pressing gently back, moving from side to side a little as we bounced over roots, rocking ahead, falling back.... I began to get hard.

Desperately trying not to embarrass us both, I moved as far back on the seat as possible so there would be no contact.  At first, I was successful and I didn't think Laura noticed.  However, the ground was rough, and contact was inevitable.  And now that I was right hard, every contact between us was highlighted by the presence of an additional member on this tractor.  At one point I pressed so far back, I lost my balance and was starting to flip over backwards.  As my legs lifted off the deck, Laura grabbed one and pushed it back down, bringing my groin into direct contact with her skirted backside.

"Stay there!" She hissed.  "Don't make this worse than it already is. I can't afford to lose you now."

You'd think I would have been embarrassed enough to lose my erection.  But you'd be wrong.  And Laura changed nothing in the way she sat against me.  She did not pull away, just continued the rocking and backward and forward motions.  The penis in my jeans stayed awake, grateful for every little contact that came its way.  I kept my hands on the tractor's fenders though, holding on for dear life and afraid that if I didn't, they might do something I would regret.

Laura pulled the tractor up to her car and brought it to a halt.  Not moving, she reduced the throttle and shut the engine off.  She then put her hands on the steering wheel and said, "Aaron, I want you to listen to me for a minute or two.  We will go to the hospital shortly but there is something I need to say.  I was coming to see you this morning for a reason.

Your mother and I have been talking about you for the past couple of weeks and we are both concerned."

I said "Hey, what?"  I could feel my erection start to rapidly shrink away.

"No," said Laura firmly.  "I want you to listen to me.  If you want to say something, do it after I'm finished.

As I said we have been discussing the change in your behaviour in the couple of months.  And I think I am partly to blame."

I started to protest, but she cut me off again saying, "This is going to be hard for me to say Aaron, so I beg you, please just listen."

So I did.

"I overreacted when I went to your Mom about you staring at my breasts.  It shouldn't have been a big deal.  I know what boys your age are like, I taught them for 10 years at the high school in Rochester for goodness sake!  I get how hormones work.

I have to tell you why I moved here.  My husband was not a nice man.  He was a very successful solicitor but he had a mean streak.  Maybe that's why he was so good at his job.  Anyway, he was not only mean, he was controlling.  I really loved teaching and he knew it, so as he started to make more money, he started to insist that I leave teaching and spend time at home.  He kept at it and about a year later, I gave my notice, knowing it was the wrong thing to do, but I felt I had to.  I was the wife.  He was the husband.  I had been brought up to be dutiful and really thought I had to do what he wanted.

Once he had me at home, he started to control me in other ways.  He would call home several times a day and if I wasn't there when he called, I would be punished.  Sometimes he would throw the supper I had carefully prepared out or even at me.  Soon I was unable to have friends over.  If he found out, he would strike me.  Before long, I was completely alone, except for whatever attention he paid me, good or bad.

Then it started to go further.  He informed me that I would have to be obedient to him when he came home.  That I would have to dress and act the way he wanted.  He started to make me wear skimpy outfits and walk "sexily" (she said shaking her head) around in front of him.  I did this for a few months.  When me made love, actually I don't think it was love anymore – just sex, he made me submit to his will and do whatever he wanted."

One day, he invited a friend over.  This "friend" had obviously been prepared for what he was going to see, and my husband said things like "Look at this slut of a wife I have.  Doesn't she have great breasts?  Look at her ass.  Isn't that just the perfect slut ass?"  The friend agreed and looked at me with a hunger I can only describe as the most evil look I have ever seen.  Then I knew.  I was going to be forced to screw this friend of his.

Right then, I knew I had to do something or I would be lost forever.  So I bolted to the front door, opened it and ran out into the front yard.  I got about half way to the street, when my husband caught me and started dragging me back.  I screamed and lashed out but it did no good.  He dragged me right back in.

I didn't know it at the time, but our neighbours were in their yard working and had an unobstructed view of what was going on.  Neither my husband nor I saw them.  They were good people and had been friends of ours until my husband shut them out of our lives."

Laura paused for a few seconds.  She straightened her arms in front of the steering wheel of the tractor, took a deep breath, and continued.

"Inside the house, my husband hit me, dragged me into our bedroom and commanded me to stand in front of his friend.  I could see that the friend was a little nervous at this point, but he didn't leave. 'Feel the slut's breasts Jake' he said.  So Jake leered at me and did just that.  After that he was told he could do whatever he liked with me and he did.  I didn't resist.

In the morning with the friend gone, my husband was so angry with my attempt at escape that he started knocking me around.  He threw me so hard that my jaw hit the edge of a coffee table.  I felt it snap and there was blood all over the place.  The skin was broken right from the side of my mouth down to my jaw.  As I lay on the floor, stunned, he sat down on the easy chair and waited.  'Learn that lesson well, Slut,' he said.  He let me lie there for half an hour before finally getting me up and to the hospital.

When we got to the hospital, he told them I had fallen down the stairs.  The triage nurse asked me if that is what happened and I just nodded, 'Yes.'  I could tell the nurse didn't believe it, but she took charge and got me into an emergency bed right away, telling my husband that I would be going right into surgery and that he should wait out in the common room.  He started to protest a little, but the nurse gave him such a fierce look he backed off and left the triage area.  I felt a little envious of her strength as I watched her work and I felt ashamed of myself, of how weak I was.

What saved me were our neighbours.  They watched our house closely for the rest of the night and the morning.  They saw the "friend" go in the wee early hours.  In that neighbourhood, the houses aren't close together, so there is lots of privacy, and normally no one would have noticed the goings on.  However, because they had been in their yard close to our property they had observed the situation and were concerned.  The wife had tried to maintain our friendship and she told me later that she was increasingly fearful for me.  Anyway, they were watching when we left the house for the hospital, saw the blood soaked cloth I was holding to my face as we drove by, hopped in their car and discretely followed us.

I owe my life to them.  They knew some of the staff and convinced them to keep my husband away for a while under the guise of my treatment, and got a friend of theirs – a psychologist – to talk to me right there.  This was before the surgery, and I could hardly make myself understood.  When the story started to come out, they called the police –unbeknownst to me – who listened behind two way glass.  When the police heard what they needed to hear they arrested my husband, who by that time was causing a scene at the nursing station – demanding to see me.

I never went back to that house.  Fortunately the right people arrived in my life at the right time.  They convinced me I should stay completely away from my husband, that if I went back I would be lost entirely.  And that terrified me.  I had enough will power left – he hadn't taken it all – to start rebuilding my life away from him.  If he were still alive I would still be afraid of him.   

It was only a couple of weeks after I escaped that he was killed.  No one knows whether it was intentional.  The lawyers in his firm assured me they would help as much as possible, and they have.  Apparently there was no love lost between my husband and his partners.  They had seen his ugly side over the years.

And that is what brought me here, to this place. I wanted a new home.  A Refuge."

Again she paused for a moment.

"Do you see Aaron?" Laura asked.  "Why I overreacted?  I'm sorry, I didn't mean to cause you trouble."

I was listening, absolutely stunned at what being said.  By the time she had finished, tears were starting to stream down my face.  As she got up and started to step off the tractor, I started sobbing.  I was thinking how I had left Becky in Rick's control.  I had done nothing to help her.  Rick could be abusing her right now for all I knew.

I could not stop heaving.  Laura looked at me with alarm and said, "Jesus Aaron."  She helped me off the tractor and onto the ground.  Then she held me in her arms as I continued to sob.  It was probably five minutes before I could stop.  She didn't let go, just held me and rocked a little.

As I started to get a hold on myself, I choked out "I'm so sorry Laura.  I had no idea.  I am so ashamed!"

"Aaron, its not that bad, you did nothing any other young man your age wouldn't have done.  You can't beat yourself up just because you looked at my breasts.  Another woman may have been flattered. Now lets get you to that hospital.  No don't say anything right now, we can talk more later if you want."

"But?" I objected, wanting to tell her about Becky.

"No buts.  Lets get moving."

So the moment passed ... and I was just a guy getting a ride to the hospital.  My mind whirled with information.  Everything that had happened over the past few weeks was circling in my head.  I had nothing to say.  I felt empty inside, selfish, undone.

There was only soft tissue damage to my foot.  The doctor said this kind of injury 'often hurts worse than a break', and that I should stay off it for a few days, keep my foot up and use some ice.  He wrapped my foot and ankle with a tensor bandage and indicated I should probably keep that on most of the time too, to keep things stable and keep the swelling down.

I was issued a set of crutches at outpatients.  Laura paid the deposit as I had nothing with me and we headed out to her car.

As we drove towards home, Laura said, "Rita is leaving today isn't she?"

I'd forgotten, Mom was indeed leaving for San Francisco for a conference.  "Yes, I guess she is, I'd forgotten."  In my state of mind, I hadn't paid much attention to her life in the past few weeks.

"When is she leaving?"

I had no idea and said so, looking over at Laura.  She gave a half smile, crooked because of the scar, and shook her head at me.  "Aaron, Aaron, what are we going to do with you?"

"Yeah I know, I haven't been much of a son, or even a person, lately"

"Take it easy Aaron, things aren't so bad.  You'll make it through.  Things will look brighter soon enough."

"Yeah, right," I muttered under my breath.

We turned into our drive and Mom's car was gone.  Laura drove up to the house and stopped.  I got out.  She got out too and started to accompany me into the house.  




Awakening Ch. 02



"I'm OK Laura, you don't have to come with me,"

"Oh, yes I do.  I'm not going to leave you until I know for sure you're OK," Laura replied, accompanying me to the door.   She checked the door and it was locked.  

"The key is under the second rock in that flowerpot," I said.  You may have to dig for it."

She found it, wiped it off on her skirt and opened the door.  "After you Sir," she said.  Calling me sir made me uneasy and brought Becky briefly back to mind.  

"Looks like she has already left," Laura intoned.  "Would she leave you a note?"

"I'm not sure, we've always said goodbye in person before," I replied.  "Maybe there is one in the kitchen."

As I hobbled through the living room, Laura entered the kitchen and returned with an envelope.  "Looks like a note!" She rejoined, holding it up.

I plopped onto one end of the couch.  Laura sat about half way down and handed me the envelope.

It wasn't sealed, so I opened it and started to take the note out.  The envelope was a peach colour and it seemed to have a fragrance.  The odour somewhat familiar, but I couldn't place it.  I looked again at the envelope.  It had hearts on it. I guess Mom wasn't totally mad at me.  Finally I pulled the notepaper out and got a stronger whiff of the bouquet.  It was puzzling, the scent was like fresh flowers.  I knew that smell!

I paused trying to think, then opened the note.

"Hi Aaron.  Sorry to have missed you.  I'm also sad about the tension between us, but hope a few days without your mother around will brighten your spirits.  I have asked Laura to look in on you and make sure you are OK.  She said she is going to have a talk with you.  I hope you are OK with that.

Aaron, please treat her well!  Love Mom."

What does that mean, 'treat her well?'  Why wouldn't I?  I looked up just in time to see Laura's facing closing, and felt her lips mesh with mine as she pressed into me, kissing me and pulling me to her.

Shocked, I was frozen in place, but returned the kiss as if in a dream.  I put my arms around her, holding her so she couldn't get away.  Laura turned so that her back faced the armrest and her legs were up on the couch.  She kept kissing me and kissing me and I kissed back.  I held her close.  At length, she leaned back a little and asked "Surprised?" smiling at me with her gorgeous crooked mouth.

"Holy Crap," I was thinking!  "I have to be dreaming," I blurted out.

"No dream Sonny, you're getting lucky tonight!"

"But this can't be right," I yelped.  "Shut the fuck Up Aaron," my mind screamed at me.

Laura looked up at me and said calmly, "Right or wrong, unless you really don't want me, you and I will be making love very soon.  And I don't think I'm wrong about you wanting me.  Am I right?"

"Oh yeah," I'm thinking.  "I have never wanted anything more."  All I could do though, was nod.

"OK Silent man, kiss me again.  But give me your hand first."  I did, and she placed it on her breast.  "They're not just for looking at Aaron."

We spent the next few minutes kissing passionately.  I felt her breasts, using my free hand to explore their boundaries, gently squeeze them and press them to her.  Her encouragement was heartening.  She moaned "Squeeze them, put your hand inside my blouse, take them!"  And so I did.  I started undoing the buttons of her sleeveless blouse and a bell rang in my head.  She was wearing exactly the clothes she had been on the day the troubles started!  Even the scent of fresh flowers was the same!  Bittersweet memories flooded through me as I undid her thin front clasped bra and, for the first time joined my hand to the bare flesh of her breast.

There can be no better description of heaven than how I felt at that moment. Except perhaps this - "Kiss my breasts," She cried, and sat up and on my lap so my mouth had ready access to her breasts which had up turned areoles and very stiff nipples.  She turned toward me, placing one knee on each side of me, brought both my hands up to her breasts, huskily demanding me to feel her, suck her, kiss her.  I needed no encouragement.  Hungrily I sucked on her nipples, took in as much of her breasts as I could in my mouth, squeezed and handled them until the skin took on a slightly reddish hue.  Each time I touched her, she gave a little moan.  I brought her face down to mine, looked into her eyes and kissed her.  I held her face gently between my hands, kissing her softly.

Next, Laura leaned back and started undoing my shirt.  I was surprised it was still there, but it made sense as so far my attention had been on her alone.  As she undid the buttons, Laura slipped her hand under the fabric rubbing her fingers and palm slowly over my chest eventually reaching my nipples, which she squeezed gently.  She played there for a little while, then undid a few more buttons and pulled my shirt down over my back, pinning my arms behind and exposing my nipples to the air.  Softly her tongue started to trace over my chest, leaving moist trails where it had been.  Trails turning cold as the moisture evaporated and the tongue moving on, finding a nipple which responds fiercely to the call as lips descend and lock on flesh.  Pain shoots from my nipple as suction takes hold.  "Ahhhh!," I shout.  She moves on, hands under me roughly, my chest to her mouth repeating the process again and again.

She finishes the buttons of my shirt, neglecting to remove it, and starts on my jeans, undoing the top button and unzipping.  She pulls them half way down my thighs, exposing at last, the penis which has, for far too long, been the exclusive property of a lonely solitary being.  "Today this cock is for me!!" she claimed.  "Mine to do with what I please, when I please!"  And with that utterance, plunged her mouth over my penis, wrapping her soft moist lips around the shaft and moving down and up, my skin on fire.  I don't know what's going on but know there isn't much time.  She feels it as well and grabs the cheeks of my ass pulling herself down on me, anticipating the outcome.  I came hard!  She swallows rapidly taking it all in.  She is ready for me and continues to move up and down while she swallows, ensuring my orgasm is full and complete.

I am drained.  I don't know where I am.  I'm surprised to find myself still on the couch.  I can not believe this goddess whose lips are slowly working their way up my torso.  I feel the sensation pass my navel, move up and over my sternum, up the middle of my chest to my neck and finally over my chin to my mouth.  Lips lock.  Passion burns.  I can taste myself as sticky fluids are shared from her mouth.

Slowly I come back to earth.  Laura - I recognize her now - asks "Was I too aggressive?  I hope you are OK with me going down on you."  She is looking a little pensive.

All I could do was smile and reach for her, pulling her close.

Laura pointed to the floor and said "Lets get down there."  I slipped forward off the couch, removing my shirt and pants as I did so.  Fortunately our house has a good quality rug with thick underlay so the floor is quite comfortable.  I have often fallen asleep watching TV on the floor.

Laura stood and backed up a couple of steps.  I was sitting on the floor leaning on the couch, watching her.  She was a wonder, her breasts stood out proudly from her chest and she did not carry any extra weight I could see although she had a slightly rounded tummy which disappeared into a knee length skirt under which well shaped calves gave way to slender ankles then feet disappearing into white fabric tennis shoes.

"Are you enjoying the view?"

"God yes.  What did you do to me?"

"Oh, we're not done yet," she replied as she started to undo the buttons on her skirt,  slowly sliding the material past her hips, past cream coloured skimpy panties which barely covered her pubic mound.  She then dropped the skirt to the floor and stepped forward.  Lifting her feet one at a time, Laura removed her shoes, then reached for a pillow on the couch, gracefully lowered herself to the floor, placed the pillow behind her and lay back, looking up at the ceiling.  Then her hand raised and an index finger beckoned me to come to her.

That broke the trance I was in.  I quickly moved to her, laying alongside.  I placed my hand on her stomach and looked into her eyes again, I guess seeking assurance this was OK.  

"Lay on top of me," she whispered as she separated her legs.  I climbed above and let my weight rest on her, holding her head again between my hands, kissing her softly and feeling her breasts beneath my chest, her pussy pressing into my upper groin.  We kissed for a while in this position, then she prompted me to roll over.  With her on top, she said, "put your hands in my panties."  I slid my hands under her panties onto the cheeks of her ass and squeezed and fondled the flesh under my hands.  Laura started to move slowly on me, up and down, up and down.  My penis began to respond and as it was unrestrained and being rubbed by a pussy covered barely, by thin panties, achieved full color in short order.  

Laura sat up with my penis beneath her pussy.  She looked into my eyes and and moved her hips continually back and forth.  Then she slid her fingers under the panties, reaching (from what I could tell) into her vagina, then bringing her fingers back out.  She pressed two wet fingers into my mouth.  I held her hand to my mouth and licked them off, using my tongue to caress up and down and between her fingers.  

"You're a bad boy," she cooed.  "You know what happens to bad boys, they have to imprison their cocks in a pussy.  Were you aware of that?  Did you know that was your punishment?"

Easily and with grace, Laura stood and commanded, "Mr. Newton.  Pull these panties down!"

I reached up and slid the panties off her hips and down her legs.  Laura lifted one foot to help, then the other.  I flicked the panties away, symbolically freeing us of the last barrier between us.  Laura dropped to my groin, took my penis in her hand and placed it at the entrance to her vagina.  She pushed slowly downward, watching my expression the entire time.  As her vaginal lips parted she breathed sharply in and then pushed firmly down, swallowing me entirely.  I am inside her!  Holy shit! I am inside her.  The sensation is virtually indescribable!  A warm, wet, tight, throbbing tunnel with muscles- drawing me in – commanding my full attention.

Slowly she begins to move.  Just a little up and down.  She is looking at me.  I look back up at her (I'm sure my eyes were glazed over).  She smiles and starts to move more energetically up and down, up and down.  Now she looks away, staring straight ahead.  She grabs my hands and places them on her breasts.  I start kneading them and pinching her nipples lightly.  I try to move a little under her but there is not much I can do as now she is bouncing on me and starting to cry out.  I'm not coming yet, but can feel it starting to rise.  I guess it helps to have had a recent orgasm.  Laura is crying out "Oh God, Oh God, arrrgh, Jesus! Jesus! Jesus!"  She slows down, looks down at me, smiles wickedly and starts to move again.

This time I know it's for me.  I can feel her vaginal walls pulsing against my penis, almost grabbing, increasing the pressure, doubling the sensation in my skin bringing me close, oh so close!!  My hands are on her hips pressing hard, willing the motion which has somehow slowed, the sensation reduced.  I open my eyes and look up at her.  She is smiling again, teasing, torturing.  I look down at the junction of our bodies and cry out "Please."  That's all I can say.

Laura bends down and whispers in my ear, "Do you want to come in my pussy, fill me with your seed, make me come again??"

"Yeesss!" I gasp, unaware of anything but the beginning of my own orgasm as the frequency of her movements increase and her incredible vaginal muscles wring every last sensation from me and I feel the semen leave me for her, spasm by glorious spasm.

I don't know how long I have been yelling.  It seems forever.  I am vaguely aware of her crying out as well, but it seems remote – somewhere else.

Laura collapses on top of me.  I wrap my arms around her and hold her close.

Slowly, slowly I come down again.  I caress her back.  She is covered with a light sheen of sweat.  I am sweaty myself.  It is a good, comfortable feeling.  I feel so close to her.

At length, Laura sits up again and hooks her blonde hair behind her ears.  She looks down at me smiling gently.

"No wonder people like this," I say.  "God – you're amazing!!  You're gorgeous, you're sexy, you're...."

Laura reached down and placed her fingers on my lips, "You're pretty amazing yourself."  Laura then took my hands in her hands and kissed them.  

"Thank you." She said.  "You make me feel like a desirable woman."

I smiled and reached up for her.  She joined me and we rolled over on to our sides, me behind her, holding her as she snuggled back into me.  

I think I dozed off a bit, and she may have too or else she didn't want to wake me.  When I awoke, it was starting to cool in the house and I had goose bumps.  Damn programmable thermostats!  I caressed her breast with my free hand.  

"Are you getting cold," I asked.

"A bit," she replied.  "Would you like to go have a shower?"

"No, you go first," I replied, a bit slow on the uptake.

Laura twisted around and looked at me incredulously.  "With me!" she pouted.

"Oh yeah.  I do.  I do."

She gathered up all our clothes and started for the bathroom.  I jumped up and then almost immediately fell over, pain shooting through my shin.  I had forgotten entirely.  Laura just laughed and said, "Meet you in there, lover."

This time I got up slowly and, with crutches in hand hobbled up to the shower.



Awakening Ch. 02



I don't know how I could be tired after being asleep for over ten weeks, but that was exactly what happened. After being moved from the long term intensive care unit to a private room I had fallen back asleep. My sense of time seemed to be totally destroyed, not that I had a particularly good one to start with. 

"Well, Hello. Scott, is it?" A young, maybe twenty two or three year old nurse said as she walked in, wearing a pair of bright colored scrubs. "I hear this is your first day with us on the ward." She continued as she pushed her cart to the side of my bed and then stepped back to the door to push it closed. "My name is Amy, and I'll be giving you a bath today."

"A bath? Can't you just help me to the shower?"

"Fraid not, not with the cast on your leg. Now, nothing to be embarrassed about, we'll just get you all washed up in no time!" she said cheerfully as she rolled the covers down the bed so I was laying on the bed in just my hospital gown. "How about you roll to your right a little and we'll get this untied."

"I suppose." I sighed as I rolled myself, the effort taking more than I would have expected. I held onto the railing as she untied my gown with her gloved hands, rolling back only after she had indicated she was done. She gently pulled the gown down off my arms, leaving it on my lap and covering my cock, which was getting a bit hard looking at the cute young brunette. 

She talked up a storm, the whole time, gently washing my body, working along my chest and arms first and then moving to my feet and working up my legs, finally pulling the gown completely away, revealing the hardon I had sprouted from her touch.

"Sorry." I said quietly, feeling a bit embarrassed.

"Oh not to worry. Happens all the time."

"I can imagine. Good looking young lady like you? Yeah, I imagine you've seen a lot of big ones."

"Not too many much bigger than this." She answered with a grin, her fingers wrapped part way around it, lifting it gently as she washed around it.

I felt a weird feeling suddenly flowing over me, making me start to sweat, almost as if I was going to be air sick. I closed my eyes and let my head lean back against the inclined back of the bed.

"Nearly done. Just have to do..." 

I could see her sitting on a picnic table in the woods, the wind rustling through the green leaves hanging on the trees, a pair of massive weeping willow trees, one on either side of the table, creating a shield from the rest of the world with their low hanging branches, the table sitting in the green seclusion. It was the little nurse, no doubt, sitting on the table, looking around apprehensively, wearing a pair of running shoes, a light yellow tank top and a pair of satiny running shorts. She paused, almost as if she were deliberately thinking about something and then quickly reached to the top of her shorts. She tugged the material of her shirt up out of the waistband and skimmed it off over her head, revealing a pair of cute C cup breasts, her fat pink nipples and half dollar sized pink areola hardening in the breeze until they were coned out almost half an inch from the front of her creamy white breasts. 

She slid off the table and pushed the shorts down, skimming them, and the tiny white thong hiding beneath them, down her legs, working them over her running shoes until they were free. She carefully folded the shorts and set the white thong panty on the table. She picked up the shirt, carefully folded it and then climbed back onto the table wearing nothing but the running shoes and a pair of tiny white socks. She picked up a bottle of Johnson's baby oil and squirted some on her hand before putting the bottle down. She pressed her hands together, spreading the oil on them before moving them to her breasts, slowly spreading the oil in circles, her hands cupping and rubbing her breasts, each slightly larger than her petite hand could contain. 

She worked her hands in ever larger circles, oiling her torso before she lay back on the table. She picked up the bottle and drizzled oil from it across her stomach, her completely shaved mound and then down one thigh and up the other. She set the bottle aside and began to rub her body, her hand sliding across her soft skin, her whole body tanned a pleasant light brown except for a triangle of white covering most of each breast and her shaved mound and pussy. Her hand slid up her thighs, teasing the oil between her legs and her fingers stroking her pussy ever so slightly.

She worked her hands, one rubbing the oil on her stomach and chest, cupping and squeezing each breast before sliding down to her mound and back again, and her other hand locked now between her legs, her finger stroking softly up and down her fat outer pussy lips. 

"Mmmmmmmm" She moaned softly, barely audible over the rustling leaves of the tree as her finger slipped between her wet pussy lips. She spread her legs wide, hooking her feet over the sides of the table nearly to her knees, her pussy completely exposed in the direction of one of the massive willow trees. Her finger slid up and down between her lips, teasing them and diving between them until she finally pushed her middle finger deep into her pussy, bringing yet another moan from her lips. "Oh Jeremy. Fuck me. Lick my pussy and stuff your fat cock into me." She moaned as she lay on the table, a young man suddenly materializing in the clearing at the foot of the table. He stood completely naked at the end of the table, his dick hard and pointing toward her pussy as she lay there.

"You look so hot and sexy sis, all oiled up and playing with yourself. Maybe I should just put my cock where your fingers are."

"Oh god yes Jeremy. Fuck me, please!"

He reached for her legs, lifting them from the side of the table and holding them in the air as he reached down and grasped her thighs. Her oiled body slid easily toward him on the table, her ass and pussy now hanging off the edge of the table. He reached down, grasping his hardon and rubbed it briefly between her oiled lips before jamming it quickly deep into her pussy.

"God yes Jeremy. That's it. Fuck me. Fuck me right here in the middle of the campground. Fuck my tight little pussy like you do your girl friend. Make my body come like you do to her. 

"Alright sis. If that's what you want." He said as he started sliding his cock in and out of her. His fat shaft drove into her over and over again, his cock glistening in the broken sunshine as he drew back, her juices coating his thick veined cock as he pulled out almost until he fell out and then shoved it quickly back into her, drawing a new gasp with each stroke.

"That's it Jeremy. Fuck me. Fuck my hot little pussy. Make me come on your long hard cock!" She cried loudly as she lay on the table, one hand grasping the side of the table while the other moved from breast to breast, squeezing her soft tit and puffy nipples between her palm and fingers.

"OH god sis. You're so fucking tight! You feel great around my cock. So much tighter and hotter than Diane. Ohhhh fuck yes it feels good to fuck you baby sister." He groaned loudly as he plunged his cock into her over and over, each of his long strokes ending abruptly as his thighs slapped against her bare ass with a loud SMACK. "Oh fuck sis. You are so damn sexy like this!" He growled as she began to climax.

Her whole body trembled and shuddered, her hand squeezing one tit hard as her pussy convulsed around the cock plunging into it. "Oh fuck Jeremy! Here I COME!" she squealed loudly as she arched her back and allowed the orgasm to flow over her, sending little jolts of electricity bounding up and down the length of her body, little twitches and shudders giving testament to the power of the orgasm she was feeling. A gush of her cum squirted out around his cock, spraying him from the waist down. Over and over again her body convulsed around him, squirting more and more of her girl cum out, leaving his cock and balls dripping with her juices.

"God sis that was so fucking hot. Are you ready for my cum now? Do you want me to fill your hot little cunt with my cream?"

"Fuck yes. Give it to me Jeremy! Fill my hot little pussy with your cum!" she screamed up to the trees.

He continued to stroke into her, pumping his long shaft into her pussy as she felt it getting larger inside her, his bulbous head stretching her tight pussy even wider, teasing her fading orgasm back up the slope toward another climax. "Here it comes sis." He grunted loudly as his body trembled, his cock swelling a little more inside her as it began to spew its load into her. She felt it flow into her, each strong surge making her pussy expand slightly as his cum flowed around his head and surged into every possible gap. 

"FUCK YES!" She screamed again as her orgasm peaked a second time, little tingles flowing from her pussy to her tits with each surge of cum. "God yes Jeremy! Fuck me fuck me fuck me!" She cried over and over as her climax seemed to go on forever, her pussy spasming around his shaft.

Finally, gasping for breath she lay there, his hands slowly sliding around her oiled body, reaching all the way to her tits as he massaged her, his cock slowly softening inside her tight little tunnel. "That was fantastic sis. Better that Diane by a long shot." He said before his image faded away, leaving her naked on the table, his cum dripping from her pussy to the grass below. 

".... Oh excuse me. A little head rush there for a second." Amy said, shaking her head as if to clear something away that she hadn't expected. The whole scene played out in my mind as if it had taken, what, fifteen or more minutes, and that's how it felt to me, but her reaction seemed to barely be a break in her own sentence. My cock, which was already fairly hard seemed to have grown even fatter and longer in those few brief moments. 

I very suddenly wanted her to stroke my cock. Just wrap her hand around it and stroke it in long slow strokes. I closed my eyes again, trying to push the inappropriate image of her standing next to me, her hands wrapped around my shaft, sliding up and down as she pointed it in the air. Damn I wanted that. I wanted her to pull her top up and show me those tits that she had played with in the image I had, her nipples all pushed out and puffy.

"You gotta promise not to rat on me." She whispered as she wrapped both hands around my cock, "But it looks to me like you could stand a little stimulation."

"Uh huh." I said, staring as she started stroking my cock, her hands aiming it straight into the air as she worked both hands up and down my shaft. 

She paused her strokes for a moment and then, looking over her shoulder at the door, chewed on her lower lip for a moment before releasing my cock. She quickly pulled the top of her scrubs up and off, leaving her in a small white lacy bra. She pulled her rubber gloves off and reached behind her back, unsnapping the bra and shaking her shoulders to pull it off. "Maybe this will help." She whispered as she reached back to my cock and began stroking it again. "You can touch em, if you want." She whispered, moving closer to the side of the bed.

I reached a hand up from the bed and gently cupped one breast, letting my thumb slide back and forth across the fat nipple, which seemed to grow larger by the second. I stroked back and forth across the practically cone shaped nipple, which encompassed her whole areola.

"You like em?" She asked quietly. "My boy friend thinks that my nipples are funny the way they puff out."

"Yeah, I like em a lot, and no, they're not funny. They're actually pretty sexy."

"I'm glad," she said quietly as she stroked my cock its full length. "Would you like to cum on em? My boyfriend does. He likes to fuck me until he's almost ready to climax and then he pulls out and shoots his cum all over my tits and stomach."

"Actually that would be pretty sexy." I answered as her already big grin got even wider.

"Damn, this is a nice cock. I don't think I could get it all the way in me though. Way too big."

"I bet you'd be surprised." I answered as my hips started pushing up in time with the strokes of her hands.

"I can tell you're getting ready to come. Go ahead, come for me. Squirt your hot jizz all over my cute little tits. Just think about what it would be like in my pussy, all wet and tight, sliding up and down your shaft. Mmmmmm yeah. I can tell, almost there."

"Uh huh." I grunted as she rubbed her thumb back and forth on the underside of my head, right across that really sensitive spot.

"God I can't believe how wet I'm getting. I can practically feel my pussy dripping." She said, closing her eyes for a moment as she wiggled her legs, rubbing her pussy.

"Want me to rub it?" I asked quietly.

"We really shouldn't be doing this." She said as she moved her body closer to me, "But if you want to, you can."

I let go of her tit and pulled the string on her scrubs, the drawstring loosening and allowing the bright colored material to slide down over her butt and pool on the ground around her ankles. She had on a pair of white bikini panties, which I pushed down as best I could with one hand. I pushed my hand down between her thighs, her feet stepping apart as far as they could in the pants, her hands continuing to stroke my hard cock.

"Ohhhh that feels so nice." She cooed as I started stroking my finger along her lips. She turned her body to give me better access, allowing me to slide a finger between her lips. "Oh yeah. Your finger feels nice."

"Your hands feel pretty nice too." I grunted as I let my finger slide across her exposed clit, causing her to draw a quick breath.

"Ohhh damn, didn't expect that. Fuck I feel like I'm almost ready to come."

"Uh huh. Me too." I groaned back, feeling my orgasm start to push a load up my shaft. My body jerked, pumping a huge gush of cum into the air, the white goo flying at least as high as her head before gravity made it tumble back to my lap. She aimed my cock at her tits and continued to stroke me as my body convulsed multiple times, pumping shot after shot of cum onto her tits until it was dripping and running down the front of her body. 

"Nice." She cooed as she released my now softening cock. "Looks like we both need a cleanup."

"Not before I finish you off." I said quietly, my finger diving deeper between her tits.

"That might not take too long if you keep that up." She moaned softly, trying to spread her legs farther apart and finally stepping her feet out of the legs of her scrubs. She lifted one leg and rested her knee on the bed, the position spreading her pussy wide for me, even if the panties, which tried to slide back up toward her pussy restricted my access somewhat. "Ohhhh much better." She moaned. I pushed my finger up into her tunnel, my palm pressing against her hard, exposed clit. "oh god. Here it comes!" she squeaked as she leaned toward me and shuddered, my hand quickly getting coated with her juices. "Ohhhhh god yes." She moaned softly as she leaned toward me, her cum covered chest inches from mine as she jerked and twitched. 

"Mmmmmmm thank you." She whispered after almost a full minute of her panting, softly moaning orgasm. "I think we both need a bit more cleanup now." She said as she stepped back, fixing her panties. She bent over and worked her scrub pants back on, pulling them up as she stood there, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. "I'm really sorry. That wasn't very professional, was it?"

"I think it was just fine." I answered, causing her to stop for a moment and smile at me.

She used the warm wash cloth to quickly rinse off her tits and then pulled her bra back on, followed by her top. "There! All back together."

"Looked a lot sexier without the scrubs." I said quietly as she went back to washing my cock with the warm washcloth.

"Yeah, but I can't walk around like that all day, now can I?"

"No, but you could wear sexier underwear under them."

"Sexier? Like how?"

"Prettier bra's and skimpier panties."

"Hmmm, might have to try that." She said as she finished cleaning me off. She picked a new gown off her cart and helped me into it before putting away her stuff and getting ready to leave. "I hope you didn't mind what I did. I mean it wasn't very professional, but...well... it seemed like we both really needed it for some reason. I hope you're not upset."

"Not hardly." I answered with a grin. "I appreciated the thought, and the view."

"I'm glad." She said as she reached for the door. "See you later."

"I hope so."

The rest of the morning was pretty boring, filled with nurses coming every hour or so to check my vitals and a very....tasty?... lunch. Well, it was solid food anyway, something my stomach apparently had forgotten about, since the extremely small portion of food seemed to really fill me up. The quiet time did give me plenty of time to think.

What was it about that image of her on the table? Where did it come from? It was clearly her, and her brother? Was it a memory or a fantasy or a desire or a plan? I really had no idea. It was the third time I'd had a hugely sensual and sexual image flash into my head. I had a number of nurses, both male and female come in and take vitals and such, but only the doctor, the one nurse and now this sweet thing with the bath seemed to affect me. Why? What was i missing? I was an engineer, I'm used to looking at data and evidence and figuring out the problem, so what was it here? What was the common thread?

I wasn't at all sure I could figure it out until I understood where the images came from. Were they fantasies or memories? Why was I even seeing them? It seemed like even though my mind processed them in real time, taking long minutes for the scenes to play out, the actual time was only a few seconds at most. Or at least that's how it felt. And why only some people? So far only women. Kind of sexy women thankfully. I'm not at all sure how I'd react if that happened with a male nurse. 

And that's another thing. Why did that young lady do what she did? Yeah I was thinking it, but I was pretty sure I didn't say anything. Did I just look like I wanted to be jacked off? Well, I'm sure I did, but then her top. She took that off. I wouldn't have expected that. No there were just too many missing pieces. One thing was for sure, I was enjoying remembering the scenes that were left in my mind. I could clearly remember each move that the lady in purple used on that pole, and Amy, the shape of her tits and how her fingers teased the oil across her body. It was every bit as real as if I had been laying there feeling her hands rub her body. The sensations were almost as if I was watching, but also feeling what she was doing. It was seriously weird.

Somewhere in my time thinking I fell asleep, only to be woken by an orderly with a wheelchair. "Mister Rogers. Time for physical therapy ." The burly orderly said, gently shaking my shoulder.

"Huh?"

"Physical therapy time. Doctors orders."

"Um, yeah, okay." I said as I rubbed the sleep from my eyes. He helped me from the bed into the wheel chair and then covered my legs with a blanket before wheeling me from the room. We took a nice ride down the elevator to a room in the basement level of the hospital, where he wheeled me through a set of double doors into a large room marked "Physical Therapy." There were a number of people working on different machines with a couple different therapists helping or directing them. 

"I have Mister Rogers here for a two o-clock." The orderly said loudly to the room.

"I'll take him." A woman said, coming out of a doorway about half way down the length of the large room. She was trim and clearly muscular under the snug fitting sweat suit she had on. Her face had a pleasant smile and her blond hair, while short was curled so that it framed her face and gray/blue eyes. "I'm Bonnie. I'll be doing your therapy." She said as the orderly retreated and she held her hand out for me to shake.




Awakening Ch. 02



I took her hand and almost immediately felt my face begin to sweat, my stomach churning as if about to hurl. 

 Bonnie stepped behind a young woman standing at one of the machines. Bonnie slipped her arms around the other woman's waist, her hands reaching for the zipper on the front of the other woman's white sweat suit. She slowly pulled the zipper down the front and then reached up and gently to pull the material of the seat suit jacket off her shoulders. The woman standing at the machine let go of the padded grips she had been holding and dropped her arms, letting the material slide down her arms as Bonnie tugged it off her hands.

The woman at the machine turned around once her jacket was off, her snug tank top molding tightly to her full round chest, her hard nipples poking out the spandex material. She licked her dark red lips, her green eyes lustfully looking back at Bonnie from the frame of shoulder length brown hair that cascaded over part of her face. Her hands reached out for Bonnies jacket and pulled the zipper down, one little click at a time until it was finally at the bottom, Bonnie breathing hard already, her chest rising and falling under the now spreading jacket. 

Bonnie allowed the other woman to slide the jacket off, tossing it aside once it was free of Bonnie's hands. The other woman reached down to the bottom of Bonnie's shirt and tugged it slowly up, pulling the spandex up, and up, and up, until Bonnie's thirty year old C cup breasts popped from their constraints, sagging slightly so that her nipples, each one rock hard and centered in large pink areola that covered nearly a third of each breast, pointed up at an angle, aiming at the other woman's chest.

Breathlessly, Bonnie returned the favor, slowly pulling the shirt up and off the other woman, her easily double D tits bouncing heavily as they dropped from the confines of the shirt that had pulled them upward as it was pulled up her chest.

Bonnie tossed the shirt aside as the young woman knelt in front of her, her hands reaching to Bonnie's sweat pants and gently pulling them down, working them inch by inch over her full round butt before sliding them down. She quickly untied Bonnie's shoes and tugged each one off, followed by the pants, leaving Bonnie completely naked. The other woman stood up, and Bonnie reached for her waistband. With Bonnie holding her pants, the other woman reached up and grasped the bars of the machine and pulled herself up, allowing Bonnie to slide her pants down over her smooth tight ass and then down her muscular legs as she pulled her knees up toward her huge tits. Bonnie pulled the pants down, slipped off the shoes and then pants of the other woman, leaving her hanging there completely naked. 

The other woman spread her legs and lifted herself, closing her legs around Bonnie's head, her face inches from the other woman's pussy.

"Ohhhhh yeah. That's it baby. Lick my pussy." The woman moaned, hanging from the bar as Bonnie obviously began licking her pussy hungrily. With a portion of her weight on Bonnie's shoulders, the other woman leaned herself back, almost horizontal as Bonnie licked and sucked her pussy, Bonnies hands holding and playing with the other woman's tight ass. The two seemed frozen in that position for long minutes until the other woman suddenly stiffened, letting out a long deep moan, her body obviously climaxing on Bonnie's tongue.

"Ohhhh yeah that was nice. Your turn now baby." The other woman said after she spread her legs and dropped to the ground in front of Bonnie. She took Bonnie by the hand and led her over to a weight machine, pushing her gently down to the bench and continuing to push her back until she was lying on the bench. She straddled the bench, and Bonnie's body, leaning her face down and gently, sensuously pressing her lips to Bonnie's cum covered face. The two shared a long sensual embrace that had my cock rock hard as I watched. 

The embrace lasted...oh, I have no idea how long, each of them playing with the other's breasts, their lips and tongue sucking and playing with each others. Finally the other woman moved down Bonnie's body, kissing her way farther and farther until her face was at Bonnie's blond pussy curls. She used her fingers to spread Bonnie's pussy lips as she bent over, her ass and sopping wet pussy pushing out at me. I wanted to walk over and stuff my cock into that pussy, but I seemed to be frozen in place, not able to move or really even feel myself.

Bonnie squirmed and wiggled on the bench, gasping and moaning over and over as the other woman licked and sucked Bonnie's pussy. Up and down she went, driving her tongue and then a finger into Bonnie's pussy. She added a second finger and began plunging the two of them into Bonnies pussy while she licked and flicked her hard clit.

"Oh yeah. That's it Tracy. Oh god yes. Fuck me! Ohhhhh fuck me with your fingers. God damn yes!" Bonnie screamed as she began to climax. Her body shook and jerked as the other woman relentlessly attacked her pussy with her fingers and tongue, driving Bonnie crazy on the weight bench. 

The handshake lasted only a few seconds, even though the scene my mind said I had just witnessed had to have taken at least a half an hour. Bonnie looked down at me, her eyes almost glazed over for a second before she shook her head and withdrew her hand from mine.

"So you've been in a coma for ten weeks they tell me. We need to start building muscle back, but since you still have the cast on your leg for another week, we're limited on what we can do. I'd like to get you into water therapy as soon as the cast is off, but until then we're going to have to work what we can, mostly upper body."

"Sounds good. I'm amazed at how easily I tire compared to what I used to do."

"That will get better with time. Now, we're going to take you over to one of the small rooms and do some small weight work today. They tell me you don't have any clothes to wear, something about cutting off your jeans in the ER. So, today we're stuck with the silly hospital gowns. If you can, maybe have a family member bring you some clothes?"

"Well, to be honest, I'll have to ask. My kids haven't made it yet. I talked to them on the phone earlier today and they're supposed to be coming by tonight."

"Well I hope that all goes well." She said as she stepped behind me and wheeled me across the gym like room to the door she had come out of. The back wall was all mirrors and one side wall had a wide variety of weights and balls and such racked up on it. She closed the door behind us and then pulled a bench over from the back of the room, setting it in front of the mirror. She then rolled the chair over to the low padded bench. "So can you move yourself or do you need help?"

"Well, I feel like I can, but I just don't know."

"Not a problem. I'll just steady you as you move then." She said, stepping beside the chair. She reached out and steadied me as I stood, swaying slightly as if felt a sudden wave of heat run through my body from her touch. I sat down heavily on the bench and then she rolled the chair back away. "Now just turn around this way." She said, shaking her head slightly while reaching for my leg cast. She helped me turn until I was facing the mirrored wall, my leg sticking out and resting on a sloped platform in front of me while my good right leg hung over the side with my foot on the floor. As I turned the damn hospital gown pulled around my body, exposing my inexplicably hard cock, jutting up at an angle and bouncing slightly with my heartbeat. 

"Well, we'll just fix your gown here." She said, her face flushed a light pink color as she reached to help me pull my gown back in place. We struggled with the gown briefly, the material trapped where I sat on it. I finally lifted myself with one hand on the bench and the other in hers so she could pull it from under me, draping it across my hardon, which felt like it swelled even harder at the touch of her hand in mine. Part of me wanted to reach up and just tug that zipper down and look at the full round tits that I knew had to be hidden there.

With my gown now covering my rock hard cock, she stood back up and unzipped her sweat suit jacket and pulled it off, tossing it aside. Her tits, indeed full and round, pushed the spandex tank top out like two small mountains, her nipples rock hard and poking the material out. It only took a few seconds for me to realize that she didn't have a bra on at all.

She walked over to the weight rack and came back the few steps with a pair of small blue hand weights. "So, let's start with some very simple curls." She said, reaching out and handing me a weight. She knelt down next to me and positioned her body so that she was facing the mirror like I was. "Now what you want to do is just like this. Right arm first." She told me as she demonstrated the motion she wanted me to make.

I used the weight in my right hand and slowly pulled the weight up like she had. The first few reps were easy, but I quickly realized how much muscle tone I had lost, my upper arm quickly tiring and burning at the exertion. "It's hard." I said as I tried to follow her motions.

"Here, let me help." She said, reaching out and supporting my elbow. "Three more yet." She coaxed, a warm feeling spreading out through my whole body from her touch.

"yeah." I said almost breathlessly as I slowly lifted and lowered the weight three more times.

"Good. Now the other side." She said, letting go of my elbow and taking the weight from me. She stepped around to the other side and handed me the weight. "Go ahead and start." She said as she stood up and started pushing the sweat suit bottoms over her butt and down her legs. I sat and stared at the tiny workout shorts she had on, the nylon material loose around her legs yet snug over her round ass cheeks. "What? It's warm in here." She said almost defensively.

"I didn't say a word." I answered, looking back to the mirror, which gave me a fantastic view of her ass as she bent over to fold the pants and lay them on the floor behind me.

"Are you checking out my ass?" she asked, with fake sternness, as she looked back at me in the mirror after turning back after folding her sweat suit pants.

"Maybe a little," I admitted as I sat and looked at her trim body, her breasts pushing out the spandex top nicely and her rock hard nipples poking it even farther, almost invitingly. The small white shorts she had on showed a faint outline of a pair of small white panties, hidden underneath.

"Well, let's get back to work." She said as she knelt down next to me, reaching her hand out for my arm and gently coaxing me to move it like I had the other.

It seemed like the more reps I did with the weight, the hotter I got, heat radiating from her touch, down my arm and flowing across my body. My cock was rock hard under the hospital gown and the longer I sat and worked with her the more I wanted to just reach over and pull her shirt up and cup and suck those fantastic looking tits.

"Good." She said huskily after I had finished the three sets of ten reps with the small weight. "Now we can do your leg."

She took the weight and put it away, coming back with a lead weighted angle strap. She stepped in front of me and bent over, reaching for my leg and pulling it around the side of the bench so it was pointing toward her. She trapped it between her legs, bending at the waist to strap the ankle weight on it. I looked past her into the mirror and saw that her crotch was dark with wetness, her pussy almost practically visible as the material molded to her full round lips, a deep cleft between them where the seam of the shorts pulled her panties tight between the lips.

"Alright. Now, let's try a few reps with this." She coaxed as she knelt down next to my leg. I leaned back on the bench, and started working my leg up and down, grunting slightly with the effort of trying to straighten my leg with the additional weight on it.

"That's it. Up and down." She cooed as she reached for my thigh and gently ran her hand up and down along it in time with my leg lifting. "Just keep going. In and out." She said breathlessly as her hand slid back and forth along my leg, her hand starting to stroke higher up my body until her finger tips were brushing my cock. I had the mental image of her sitting on me, riding up and down my shaft as I worked my leg, visualizing her nude in the mirror, slowly riding my cock up and down until the two of us climaxed together.

She stopped my leg and removed the weight without a word, her face and neck flushed pink. She walked to the rack, put the weight up and then turned to face me. She pulled the shirt up and off, exposing her very sexy tits, her nipples rock hard and her round pink areola puckered and slightly engorged by her arousal. She skimmed her shorts and panties off, carefully stepping her feet through the holes, leaving her in just the little white workout shoes and socks.

"One more exercise." She said, as she stepped across the bench, straddling my waist, facing the mirror. She bent herself over and pushed the hospital gown up over my rock hard cock, exposing it and grasping it in her hand. She aimed it straight up and rubbed the head between her round pussy lips, spreading them apart with my head as she slowly lowered herself farther down toward my cock. I could feel my cock nestle into the opening of her tunnel and then her hand leave me. 

"Oh yes." She moaned softly as she let more weight down on me, my head spreading her tunnel and sliding into her, her ass sliding down until it was pressed against my bare hips. She bent over toward the mirror, using the bench and my right knee as a support and then began to rock her hips up and down, stroking her pussy up and down my cock. "ohhh yeah. God I can't believe how fucking horny I am! How badly I want your cock. God I want you to explode inside me, cum in me and fill me with your hot fuck juice!" She cooed huskily as she stroked herself up and down on me, my orgasm building with amazing speed.

"Shit. I'm gonna." I groaned as her own pussy seemed to be contracting around me, little mewing sounds coming from her as she pistoned up and down. 

"Yeah, baby. Come for me. Oh shit I'm already coming. Hurry...God come in me. I want to feel your cum pumping into my hot pussy."

"OH SHIT!" I grunted loudly as my body jerked, spewing a huge gush of cum up into her. She felt the surge of hot juice in her pussy and gave out a cry of pleasure, her whole body trembling and jerking in time with my own spasms, each one adding more hot cum to the copious load I was leaving inside her.

"Ohhhhhh damn." I moaned softly as my body started to relax, Bonnie doing the same thing as she sat on me, panting. 

"Damn. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have taken advantage of you like that." She said softly.

"I'm not complaining." I answered. "Besides, I like this kind of physical therapy."

"Yeah, me too." She answered with a giggle. "Are you sure that you don't feel like I was taking advantage? I mean this is not something I usually do with any of my patients. In fact, I don't think I've ever done this with a patient."

"Well, I'm glad it was me then." I answered her as she climbed off my cock and quickly stepped into her panties, pulling them up to catch the load that was leaking from her pussy. 

She walked to the corner and pulled a towel from the rack and cleaned her legs off before coming over and gently cleaning my cock. "I really don't know what came over me, I'm not usually turned on by my patients, let alone have sex with one." She said almost despondently.

I reached out and lifted her chin so she was looking at me and leaned toward her, gently pressing my lips to hers. I kissed her softly, a kiss that seemed to grow in intensity with each passing second until her lips were sucking mine and her tongue was teasing into my mouth.

"Bonnie? You done in here? Your next appointment is waiting." A woman's voice asked as the door opened.

"Oh shit!" Bonnie squeaked, covering her bare chest with the towel. "Tracy!"

"What's going on in here?" the woman asked as she stepped into the room and closed the door behind her. "Bonnie?"

"Um, nothing. It was just hot in here." Bonnie answered, quickly pulling her shirt and shorts on.

"So it would seem." The newcomer answered, her face clearly disapproving.

"You want to help him into his wheelchair?" Bonnie asked as she quickly worked her sweat pants on over her shoes.

"Uh, sure." The newcomer said hesitantly, stepping over to the wheelchair and rolling it toward me. She reached a hand out for mine and clasped mine in hers strongly.

The heat radiated almost immediately from my hand over my body as an image of the woman in front of me stood in the small room we were in , completely alone, swaying to some tune in her head. She slowly took off all her clothes, her big tits swaying free as she removed the heavy bra that constrained the mountains of soft flesh. Standing and swaying she began to tease and play with her tits, lifting and squeezing them gently, her thumbs rubbing back and forth across her rock hard nipples for long minutes before allowing her hands to slide down to her pants. She swayed back and forth, working the pants down over her firm round ass and sliding them down her legs. She easily stepped out of them, having only small white socks on her feet, and tossed them aside, leaving her nude but for her socks. 

There was no doubt in my mind I had seen this nude body before, but where? Oh shit yeah! It was the woman that Bonnie was making out with! What the hell was happening? 

She slid her hands between her legs and then sat down on the padded floor, one hand between her legs, the other holding her up so she could see herself in the mirror. She slowly stroked her fingers up and down between her legs, teasing her pussy wetter by the second. The door opened and a young handsome man, a little older than herself, stepped into the room and closed the door. He stepped around to stand between her legs, untying the drab green scrubs. He let them fall to the floor, letting his long thin rigid cock stick out at her. 

"We don't have much time. Fuck me baby." was all she said. He dropped to his knees as she let her hand slide back until she was lying below him. He rubbed his cock between her lips for a few moments and then drove himself quickly and deeply into her pussy. "That's it baby. Fuck me! Oh god John, fuck me hard!"

"You want it you little slut? You want my cum filling your dirty little cunt?"

"Yes, oh god yes! Fuck me and fill me with your cum. Fuck my dirty little cunt. Use me as your little fuck toy and spray your hot cum deep into my pussy! Ohhhh fuck I'm so close. God John, you're going to make me come!"

"Not yet baby. You know the rules. You gotta wait."

"Oh fuck I don't know if I can!" She moaned, his pistoning hips pounding his long thin cock into her, her big tits rolling around wildly on her chest as he drove into her time after time. "Ohhhhhhh fuck John. Here it comes!"

"Not yet you dirty little cunt. Don't you dare come before me!"

"Oh shit John. I can't help it. I'm trying, but your cock feels so good in me. God John, ohhhhh shit. Shit. Shit!" she cried as her whole body dissolved into shudders, a long low groan coming from her lips as he pushed his cock into her and groaned his own orgasmic bliss.

Unceremoniously he pulled his cock from her pussy, his dick dripping his cum as he crawled up her body, until his dripping cock was inches from her lips. "Clean me off you nasty little slut."

Without a word she reached her head up and engulfed his cock with her mouth, licking and sucking his cock until it was completely cleaned off. He stood up, stepped back into his scrubs and then walked to the door, looking back and then walking out, leaving the door standing wide open while she lay nude on the floor, his cum leaking from her pussy. 




Awakening Ch. 02



She got up and quickly dressed, looking around the room one more time before turning the light out and disappearing. 

"Uh. Yeah." She mumbled as she again pulled on my arm, helping me swing on my good foot back into the chair. She helped me arrange my cast leg onto the chair's support sticking out the front before standing back up. She looked down at me, a curious look on her face before shaking her head slightly and stepping around behind me. "I'll wheel him out if you want to take your next appointment."

"Thanks' Tina. I really appreciate it." Bonnie answered, a bright smile on her face.

"So. Scott is it? How about we get you back to your room?"

"That'd be just fine. I never argue about a sexy nurse taking me to bed." I said jokingly.

"Uh, yeah. That wasn't exactly what I meant." She said, her voice almost nervous sounding.

"So, is something wrong?" I asked as we waited alone for the elevator.

"Um, well, just that I've never seen Bonnie do anything like that before."

"It was kind of spontaneous." I told her quietly. "I'm not complaining to anyone or anything."

"Well....That's good at least. She's a really good friend."

"You known her long?"

"We've been working together for almost two years."

"Don't be too hard on her. Besides, she really likes you."

"Oh? She said something?"

"Not exactly, but I can tell."

"Really? Clairvoyant?"

"Not exactly." I said to her, getting ready to stick my foot out there and see if what I knew was really what I knew. "Kind of like the way you like John."

"John? Did she say something about John?" Tina asked abruptly, clearly upset that I knew about this John fellow.

"No, she didn't say a word." I said. "But I did get the impression you like a guy named John. You two have a relationship going?"

"John, and me? Hell no. He's married. No, we don't have a relationship. He'd never cheat on his wife, no matter how bad....Shit." She said going quiet.

So that was it. It was her fantasy that I saw. Somehow I was seeing their fantasies in my mind. But why not everyone's, why only some. Amy had touched me all over before I finally "saw" that vision of her with what I assume was her brother, or someone playing the part. Why so then? Ohhhh wait. She had gloves on. I didn't see it until she was holding my cock! but Bonnie was just shaking my hand.

This was all very confusing. I began to wonder if I would always see the same image, or if it changed or, or, or....so many questions that my mind couldn't even wrap itself around all the way.

The elevator doors opened and Tina pushed me into the elevator and turned me around. She stepped past me to the panel and pressed the button for the fifth floor. The elevator started to move as I leaned out and gently slipped my hand into hers.

The warmth of her hand radiated down my arm and through my whole body, washing over me like a warm ocean wave on a cool day. My whole body seemed to be immersed in the warmth, floating without any sensations at all.

I saw Tina again, standing in an unmoving elevator, bent half way over, her scrub pants around her ankles as the John character stood behind her, pumping his hips to drive his long slender cock in and out of her pussy. His hands were pushed up under her top, grabbing and squeezing her tits under the scrubs as his hips slapped loudly against her firm round cheeks.

"That's it baby. Take my cock in your hot little cunt." John growled.

"Oh fuck yes. Fuck my hot pussy. God yes it feels so good going in and out of me. Fuck me hard. Make me cum around your hard cock."

"Beg me for it baby. Tell me how much you want me to make you cum and to put all my seed into you."

"Oh god yes. Please John. Please make me come on your sexy cock. Pound my dirty slutty little pussy until I come around you and then pump your hot cum into me. I want to feel you dripping out of me for hours. Feel your hot cum leaking down my legs. Oh fuck yeah. Here I come baby. Are you ready for my nasty little cunt to come around your sexy cock?"

"Shit yeah." John answered as he continued to pound into her, his hands moving under her scrub top as he squeezed and played with her tits. "OH fuck! Here it comes you dirty little slut. Here comes my hot Jizz for your pussy!"

His whole body bucked and jerked, jamming his cock into her pussy as he climaxed, his cock spurting shot after shot of cum into her. The heat from his hot cum flowed through her whole body, warming her from the inside as her own body began to climax, little tingles running from where he was squeezing her nipples to her over stimulated clit. Her body tremble and she moaned softly in pure pleasure. 

"Oh fuck yes." She whispered softly as I slipped my hand from her.

I looked up and the elevator indicator said that we were at the first floor, the whole scene playing out in less time than it took the elevator to move one floor. Not only that, it was very different than what I had seen downstairs, so that means that I am somehow seeing their desire, even if it's not acted upon. But could it be more? Maybe she's having an affair and is remembering things he did, not things she was desiring. This was going to take some more thought. 

She looked down at me, almost nervously, her face flushed pink and her breathing surprisingly ragged. Did she feel the same things? Did she experience the sensations that her character was feeling? Hmmmm this was getting even more interesting.

"Really hot in here, isn't it?" She said, reaching up to her brightly colored scrubs and flapping the front to try and make some air flow in and out. 

"Hot flashes?"

"God I hope not!" she responded with a smile. "Not yet at least."

"Sooo, have you ever... you know.... Had sex in an elevator?"

"Huh? What kind of a question is that?" She snapped.

"Hey, easy. It was just a question. I used to be afraid of elevators. A friend told me to fantasize about having sex with one of the people in the elevator and then it wouldn't be scary anymore." I lied.

"Oh, sorry." She answered more softly. "No, I haven't."

"But you've thought about it, with the right person I mean, not me."

"Maybe with the right person." She admitted as the elevator slowed and the door opened. She wheeled me down the hall to my room and then reached out to help me get into bed.

Her touch wasn't long, only a few short seconds.

 "Here let me help." She whispered, pulling the bottom of the hospital gown up, exposing my rock hard cock. She pushed the chair aside and stepped to the side of the bed, leaning over and closing her mouth around my cock. Her hand closed around the portion of my cock that didn't fit into her mouth, which was considerable, and she began sliding her lips and hand up and down my shaft. 

"Ohhh yeah, that feels nice." I groaned softly.

She pulled her face from my cock after a few more seconds and looked deep into my eyes as she untied the bottoms of her scrubs. "If you liked that, wait till you feel this." She cooed, letting her bottoms drop to the floor. She stepped out of them and then skimmed her top off, leaving her body completely naked in front of me. She climbed onto the bed over me, and lowered her pussy to my cock, grinding it against my hardon and rubbing her lips along its length. She slid her body up and down the length of my shaft, her pussy rubbing my balls on the end of the stroke and her pussy completely engulfing my head with her lips at the top end of her stroke. 

"That feel nice?" She asked breathlessly as she rocked her hips with each stroke, dragging her clit along my shaft, coaxing her orgasm closer by the moment. 

I felt my cock slide up at the end of the stroke, my head now nestled even deeper into her. She pushed back and I felt my head spread her lips, her body expanding to surround my fat head. She moaned softly, the feeling of my head caressing her pussy sending soft little tingles up her body, her nipples hardening even more as she pushed back, feeling my head slide deeper into her until I was pressed against the end of her tunnel and her cervix. She rocked her hips some more, sliding on and off my cock, feeling my fat head caress her inner reaches, her whole body feeling warm and tingly all over as her climax grew. 

She felt my hand reach down to her clit, rubbing it back and forth, sending the sensations of pleasure racing through her body as my cock expanded inside her, gushing a huge surge of hot wet cum deep into her. Her own climax peaked. She closed her eyes and saw stars as her body convulsed, little electric shocks racing from her nipples to her clit, where my fingers teased and squeezed both. 

She shook her head, her hand unconsciously moving to her crotch, pressing her pussy through her scrubs. She could feel the wetness of her pussy through her panties and scrubs.

She helped me the rest of the way into bed and then covered me with the blankets, not uttering a single word.

"You okay?" I asked as she was about done.

"Yeah, fine." She murmured

"Hey, you okay?" I asked again, reaching out for her arm and stopping her from stepping away from the bed.

"Yeah. I just need to....I gotta. I mean.... Hell, feel like taking my clothes off and fucking you. It's embarrassing. My pussy is so wet, hell I feel like I came in my panties!" She hissed quietly. "I gotta go. Bye." She finally said scurrying out of the room.

Yeah, I knew what she felt, I felt like I was on the verge of climaxing too, but she hadn't even touched my cock. Damn, what was going on? 



Awakening Ch. 02



Awakening, Chapter 2 –Restrained, But Happy 

When my eyes finally fluttered open I felt relaxed and faraway, like I was floating in a dream. All those orgasms totally wiped me out. The last thing I remembered before passing out was Emma pinning me to the wall as she brought me to climax over and over again. Fuck, what a memory. I blinked my eyes to get them to focus. I felt fuzzy, but nice. Emma was sitting next to me on her big cozy bed. It was so soft and cuddly and my arms extended comfortably out from my body. She looked so incredibly exotic in the leather hood and collar. Her huge tits hung down enticingly over the black basque. It was like looking at a center fold and it made me all warm and tingly.

Emma smiled at me as she started brushing her fingernails along the insides of my thigh, "Wow, you gave me a scare Amy. I've never seen anyone climax like that. It was a real trip watching your body quiver and shake, but kinda scary. I'm glad you're finally back dearie. I mean you were really out."

Emma's fingers were electric. The light touch of her fingernails against my bare skin fueled the feeling that had started deep inside my pussy. I closed my eyes and drifted wherever Emma was taking me, letting the delicious feelings wash over me, "Mmmm, Emma that feels so nice." 

Her touches made my breath quicken and I could I feel my whole body rise and fall with each breathe I took. Her finger tips were so soft, yet electric against my skin. I could feel my nipples get hard. Damn, the sensations were simply amazing. She traced little patterns from my stocking tops to the just below my pussy. I writhed slowly, eyes closed, moaning and moving in time with her wonderful caresses. I couldn't ever remember feeling like this in my life. I was so contented and happy. My body tingled from head to toe. 

Jesus, the places Emma was taking my body. I felt the butterflies everywhere and my lust for her was uncontrollable. Impulsively l felt the need to caress Emma and touch her in the same amazing way she was touching me. I slowly opened my eyes and gazed at Emma's beautiful body. The urge to cup her huge tit in my hand and squeeze her soft, warm flesh was overpowering. I reached out for her and heard a tickling sound. After a few inches my arm wouldn't move any farther. Fuck, what the hell was wrong? Was I hurt? My eyes popped wide open and I stared at Emma. She smiled back wickedly and her eyes locked on mine as she watched as I tried moving my other arm, and then my legs. I was very securely attached to the bed. What the fuck was going on?

I sunk into the bed and closed my eyes tightly. I hoped that when I opened them my arms would be free and I could fling them around Emma and hug her tightly. After a few seconds I opened my eyes; no luck. I glanced quickly right and left. A thick leather band was buckled around each wrist and a chain, hooked to a metal ring extended back to the headboard. No doubt my ankles were done the same way. Damn, there was a lot more to Emma than just her fetish gear. I swallowed and looked directly at Emma, "Emma, this is way weird. Uh, how about letting me loose so we can play some more? This is kinda scary."

Her beautiful green eyes shined from beneath her hood as they bore into mine. Her eyes were intense and bore into me, but her voice was comforting and somehow soothing, "Nothing to worry about Amy dearie. You enjoyed our kinky little dress-up game so much that I decided to up the ante. You know, in for a penny, in for a pound. Trust me dearie. You're going to enjoy yourself. I guarantee it."

She was still caressing my thighs as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening. Her touches were warm and inviting, but the whole being chained up thing was still a bombshell. I really didn't see it coming at all and there was no way I'd even try to figure out what might be coming. My brain was overloaded and confused because right now, listening to Emma's calming words and feeling her wonderful fingers on my skin, I just didn't care what she had in mind. All I knew for sure was I thoroughly loved the warm tingle radiating out from my pussy. The feelings felt wonderful and my itch for more was growing. 

I closed my eyes and let my mind wander as I savored the wonderful feelings Emma was causing throughout my body. Damn, what a fucking day it had already been, and now I was chained to Emma's bed dressed in leather lingerie, including a hood for god's sake. Inexplicably somehow being restrained made the tingle in my pussy grow and it spread wonderfully throughout my body. I was enjoying the delicious feelings when all of a sudden it dawned on me. Deep in my psyche the idea of being in Emma's complete control excited the shit out of me. What the fuck was going on with me? I never had feelings like this before. This was fucking crazy, but I couldn't deny how my body was reacting to what was going on. 

Damn, there was something so liberating about realizing and admitting to myself how much this whole scene turned me on. The control thing really got me going and Emma's fingers were everywhere making me tingle wildly. I loved everything she was doing to me and I moaned quietly as her hands roamed all over my body. She pinched and twisted my exposed nipples turning them into little rocks and sending shock waves through my body. I watched her massive tits sway as she moved around caressing my body. Occasionally she'd tease me and flick my clit with her fingernail which sent bolts of lightning down my legs. She giggled every time I twitched from the contact. Jesus, it was maddening. She was driving me crazy. I shifted my hips around trying to make contact with her fingers, but she was only in the mood to tease. She was making that special feeling in the core of my body really rev up. 

Emma was really enjoying herself. Her mouth was curved into a huge smile. I could tell she loved what she was doing to me. She bent down and gave me a quick peck on the lips and slid off the bed and went into the closet. She came back to the bed and slowly, teasingly hung her massive tits tantalizingly near my face. She swung them back and forth slowly, teasing me, but never getting them close enough to touch me. Then she straightened up and quickly slipped a furry black blindfold over my eyes. She giggled that damnable giggle again as I was thrust instantly into total darkness. 

Shit, the blindfold was a total unbelievable game changer. Everything was totally different even though nothing had changed. My pulse pounded so hard it felt like my heart was going to explode. My breathing was out of control again and I was gasping for air. Fuck, her fingers were all over me and she ran her fingers up and down the outside of my very moist pussy lips as she pulled and stretched them enticingly. Her touches were beyond thrilling. Not only were her hands making me crazy, the fact that I was at her total mercy was mind blowing. All of my senses were flooded with sensations that I was trying to sort out. I guess I was scared a little, but incredibly excited all at the same time. What the hell was the matter with me? How fucked up was I becoming?

The excitement I felt was bewildering. I should be freaked out by this, but instead I was being aroused by it. What the fuck was going on with me? I was so hot and turned on by everything she did. Damn she was fucking unbelievable. It felt like my pussy lips opened all on their own and I could feel pussy juice run down between my thighs and into my ass crack. Emma moved away and I lie there for a minute in the dark getting my bearings trying to get myself under control. There were so many questions running through my brain. Finally I meekly asked, "Uh Emma, please take the blindfold off. I don't understand." 

She cut me off before I could go any further, "Shut the fuck up bitch. You don't need to understand. You just need to be quiet and learn." Her voice wasn't angry. She was very matter-of-fact and straight forward. 

Then she giggled again as she began caressing my face, "Don't worry Amy. You'll find the blindfold is quite magic, as you'll learn. Damn, Amy, you look so fucking good. Your legs are all spread wide. Your nipples are rock hard. You look absolutely delicious. I really wish you could see yourself. I think you'd get even hornier. Ya know, I promise you're gonna enjoy yourself more than you can begin to imagine. Please play nice though, I really don't want to use a gag on you, but I will if I have to. Besides, I really look forward to enjoying that sexy little mouth and tongue of yours some more. Mmmmm." 

Emma lifted my head and put a small pillow under it. She held my head and turned it side to side as if inspecting me, "Ya know dearie, you'd look damned sexy with a ball gag strapped around your head, but not now. Maybe we can enjoy that another time? Our fun here is just about to start."

As she stopped speaking her two gigantic tits landed on my hooded face. They were so soft and warm, and she mashed them all over my face. She playfully slapped her tits against my face giggling madly as she did. I could tell by mewing sounds she was making that she was enjoying herself. Then it got quiet and unexpectedly she pushed one of her nipples against my lips. 

Oh my god! I opened my mouth and sucked it inside. I couldn't believe the feeling. It was soft yet hard at the same time and I could feel it grow and get hard as I sucked it into my mouth and tongued the big round tip. I was totally engrossed sucking it. She moaned long and slow. The spongy hardness was kinda like a hard cock but beautifully different. After a minute she pulled it out of my mouth and replaced it with the other one. I sucked it like it was a tiny cock and felt it grow like the first one had. Oh my god, I was sucking on Emma's delicious tits. The tingle increased and spread throughout my body. I imagined how I looked restrained and blindfolded with Emma's tits in my face. I kept sucking her nipple and tried to talk between gasps, "Emma, I love this...I love...sucking your nipples. This...is...so fucking...intense. Oh shit. Oh shit. I...can't...believe...I'm...doing this."

I loved sucking her sweet titties. It was surreal. I was in complete total darkness and couldn't use my hands, but I had this wonderful, new, soft plaything in my mouth and this killer buzz was raging through my body. Then I heard myself saying something I couldn't believe, "Emma, please play with my pussy. I need to feel your fingers in my cunthole. Please?"

Emma pulled her tits away from me. I didn't want to make her mad. I whimpered and pleaded, "Oh I'm sorry, I'm sorry, you don't have to play with my pussy, but please let me suck your nipple, please? I want to suck them more, please?"

Her weight shifted and she giggled as she gave me a quick peck on the lips, "Not now, dearie. There will be plenty of time for that later. Ya know, you did my nipples very nicely. You seem to be quite a quick learner. It was very nice, but it's time for me to have some fun."

I felt Emma move from the side of the bed and she began wrapping something around my thigh just above my knee. I could feel that it was a couple of inches wide and I could hear her fasten it with buckles. Damn, this blindfold was magic. I heard the sound of a chain rattling as she loosened my ankle and lifted my right leg upward and outward and refastened the chain so that my leg was suspended in the air. Then she did the same thing to my left side. When she was done, my ass was rolled up a little off the mattress and my thighs were completely spread and my legs pulled back and up in the air. I pictured what I looked like in my mind. Damn, I was totally hers in every way possible. Butterflies danced around in my stomach wondering what might happen next. I was turned on beyond anything I'd ever felt before. 

She continued to work the chains and when she was done my legs were spread wide like when I go to my gynecologist. I was so excited my heart was pounding and I was breathing in gasps. Her fingers were in my pussy and her touch was so soft, she was driving me wild. It was obvious this wasn't the first time she'd done this and that thought excited me even more, but I wasn't sure why. I tried to talk, but I was breathing so hard I thought I was going to hyperventilate, "Oh my god Emma, this is wild. My pussy's on fire and you've got me so turned on."  

My brain was spinning. Being at her total mercy had me so horny and so fucking hot. Damn, what was happening? I was so confused. I loved the feelings surging through my body, but wasn't this whole thing wrong? If I liked it and enjoyed it, was I a slut like Emma kept calling me? Was that it? So many questions were swirling in my head. In the end, all I knew is that I was horny and I loved Emma touching me. I'd heard of people talking about guys thinking with their little head. I guess I was letting my throbbing kitty call the shots. Fuck, if that's being a slut, then I guess I was going to be one.

I felt the mattress give as Emma climbed on the foot of the bed. I felt her weight moving on the bed and then I felt her hot breath on my pussy. Shivers went up my spine like an electric jolt. Her hands softly rubbed my thighs and she slowly moved her fingers to my wet pussy. She rubbed my pussy juice all over my thighs. I shook as she touched me. She gently ran her fingers through my pubic hair spreading the outer folds and then stretched them open. It was wild imagining what was going on. I heard her mumble, "Hmmmm, this needs cleaning up."

She left without saying anything and when she came back she lifted my ass and put a towel under me. Then she climbed back on the bed and I heard a low hum. I thought it was a vibrator, but I was wrong. It was a hair trimmer and she was shaving me. Jesus H. Christ, what the fuck was wrong with this girl? The thought of her shaving my pussy made me crazy. I'd never even thought about doing it to myself and here she was just doing it. For some reason I suddenly had feelings of overwhelming guilt. Who the hell knows why, but I felt guilty, "Emma, please stop. I don't think you should do that. I've never even done it too myself. Please stop, please." I started to whimper, "Why are you doing this?"

Her response was immediate, "First Amy dearie, that's the old you talking. Not who you're going to be. Second, I don't allow any of my sluts to have hair on their pussies. I love smooth bare pussies and your pussy is to be kept smooth and bare at all times. That's the way all good sluts keep their pussies, and I know you soooo want to be my good little slut, so smooth and bare it's going to be." 

Did she just refer to me as her slut? Did she just say 'who you're going to be'? I couldn't make sense of it, but the trimmer vibrated against my skin so nicely and her fingers were everywhere. The sensations overloaded my body and I couldn't think straight. She was so gentle and delicate as she worked around my pussy lips and back in my ass crack. Her fingers danced all over my sex and she was driving me crazy. Once she was satisfied with her work the buzzing stopped. My mind could barely take in what was going on, but the tingle in my body won out again. I was going to enjoy whatever happened next.

I laid there waiting and something warm was placed over my pussy and after a minute or two removed. I heard a squishing noise and she spread shaving cream where my pubes used to be. She finished the job slowly and delicately. She stretched and pulled my lips as she worked around them as she removed the stubble. The shaving cream made my skin slick and she rubbed and pinched my clit from time to time. Her finger rubbed my asshole quite a few times and the sensation was wonderful. Then she used another wet towel to clean me up, "Now you look like a perfect little slut Amy dearie. Your pussy is as bare as a baby's ass and you look so much, much sexier without all that hair. Now, we just need a little sprinkle of baby powder to keep any nasty old bumps away." 

I could smell the baby powder as I felt it land softly all over my pussy. This blindfold was magic. It made all my other senses become crazy fuckin good. The powder felt cool on my skin. Damn, this was amazing. She softly rubbed the powder around. The combination of the smell and her fingernails lightly brushing against my freshly shaved pussy lips was excruciating, but ooh so fucking good. Shit, my brain was frazzled. This should have been so wrong, but I loved it. I loved being at her mercy.

I'd gotten lost in the wonderful feelings of her fingers all over me. I wanted to reciprocate, but that wasn't gonna happen in my current predicament. She wiped me off with fluffy towel. I couldn't figure out why until Emma started blowing on my clit again. The warmth of her breath spread throughout my entire body and made me tingle. The feeling was so fucking good. Then her warm wet tongue hit my clit. I jerked and shrieked! I'm usually not very vocal during sex, but the feeling was beyond anything I'd ever experienced and I just reacted.

She spread my freshly shaved fat pussy lips and softly sucked my clit into her mouth. It was like she was doing her best to make it stretch it as much as she could. Then she licked it like it was an ice cream cone. Big long licks from the bottom of my slit all the way to the top. When she got to the top she licked and sucked my clit until I was literally screaming, "Please make me cum. Please make me cum." I bucked against her trying to get myself off. I was almost there and she backed off. I begged, "Please Emma, bring me off. I need it so bad. Please."

I couldn't believe what I heard myself saying. I sounded like I was crack whore begging for a fix. No logical thought was going on in my brain. My body was calling the shots and Emma was in total control and it didn't matter what I wanted. I heard myself babbling uncontrollably, "Shit...shit...shit...oh fucking shit, fuck me!" 

"Mmmmm, not to worry your pretty little head Amy dearie, you're such a sexy and tasty little cunt, and now that your pussy is so nice and smooth, my face is going to be between your thighs ever chance I get. Dearie, you taste like honey and you're as soaked as a spring rain." 

She reached out and flicked my clit, "Ahhh, all my sucking has made your clitty so big and so swollen. It's so much fun to suck on when it's all big and puffy like it is. Ya know, you're soaking wet and we haven't even gotten to the good part yet."

She touched my clit again and I jerked like crazy. That part of my body was as sensitive as I could ever remember. One good rub and I'd have orgasm'd for sure and now she tells me aren't to the good part yet. Holy shit! She shifted and brought her mouth close to my ear and whispered, "I love to hear you beg dearie. It's so cute and I know I'm pushing all the right buttons but, remember dearie, I'm in charge."

I wasn't exactly sure why the instruction was necessary, but I nodded my head knowing I couldn't tell whether she noticed or not. I felt her move off the bed again and then I felt her climb between my legs. I could feel her breath again and was waiting for the feeling of her wonderful tongue again. I knew I was close to orgasm and I couldn't wait.

What a total fucking surprise came next. Instead of my pussy, she pushed her tongue straight into my ass hole. What a fucking rush that was. I mean holy fucking shit! The top of my brain nearly exploded and I screamed as I writhed under her assault. She pushed my thighs upward to make my ass more accessible. I'd never ever had anyone tongue my ass before. It was intense and I loved it. I whimpered, "Oh my god...Emma, I can't...believe what...you're doing. Your...tongue is...in my...ass. Fuck...it...feels...good. This...is unbelievable."

Her hot tongue rimmed all around my opening and then she pushed it in again as far as she could get it. I was beginning to lose it. The sensations were overloading every nerve ending and being blindfolded made me feel everything just that much more.




Awakening Ch. 02



Emma tongued all around my asshole and licked up to my pussy and her mouth found my clit and sucked it in. Then she pressed her finger against my ass and slowly snaked it passed that outer ring of muscle and my tunnel squeezed it. Holy shit...too much, too many feelings for me to manage. The tingle in my pussy went totally haywire and bolts of lightning shot up my legs to my pussy. My ass and pussy clenched and unclenched as I started screaming, "Fuck, fuck...oh shit! Fuck. I'm-m-m-m...c-u-mm-ing! Emma, I'm cumming...again. Oh fuck!"

I trembled and shook and Emma continued to suck my clit, and lick up and down my pussy. Nearly every time she touched the swollen bud at the top of my slit another orgasm began. I have absolutely no idea how many times I came. I couldn't make Emma stop and it didn't seem like she had any intention of quitting. My body was shaking and my brain turned to jelly. One orgasm after another made my clit so sensitive; my pussy felt like it was on fire. I didn't know how much more I could take...literally. I begged her to stop. 

Finally after one last, long flourish, she stopped licking my cunt. My pussy was throbbing and her finger was still buried in my ass. She laughed haughtily, "So which is it dearie? First you wanted me to make you cum and now you want me to stop? What's it going to be slut?" 

I was gasping for breath. The nose opening in the hood wasn't that big so I was doing most of my breathing through my mouth. I finally managed to weakly mutter, "I just...need...a break...to rest. My clit...can't...take any more...right...now. Please!"

She stopped fingering my pussy, but she was still slowly finger fucking my ass. I was still breathing hard and moaning at the wonderful feeling of her finger going in and out of my butt. It was unbelievable. Involuntarily my ass kept grabbing at her finger. I gasped, "Emma your finger feels so fucking good. Jesus, how many times did I come? I think you just about turned me into goo." 

Emma moaned appreciatively, "I didn't count slut, but you seemed to be enjoying yourself quite a bit, and you do orgasm like nobody I've ever been around. That makes it one hell of a lot of fun bringing you off. And I just love your lovely back door dearie. It's so sweet and so, so tight."

I mumbled something unintelligible and after several more stokes she finally pulled her finger slowly out of my ass. My god, her finger was marvelous. The only thing you could hear in the room was my breathing as I worked to catch my breath. Emma didn't say anything. I felt her get off the bed and I was pretty sure she was standing at the side of the bed enjoying her handiwork. My breathing slowly got back to normal and it was very quiet in the room. I licked my lips and asked, "Please take the blindfold and hood off, please?"

Emma laughed, "Oh no, not yet dearie. There's so much more fun to be had."

I softly pleaded with her, "Please? Just the blindfold then."

Emma laughed, "No, I like you that way you look...for now. Tell me dearie, did you enjoy yourself like I promised you would?"

I responded quickly and eagerly, "Emma, I've never had orgasms like that, ever. You made me feel so wonderful. I don't know what else I can say."

Her hand rubbed my thigh softly, "Mmmmm, it was my pleasure dearie. I didn't realize what a kinky little slut you really are, and I do love kinky little sluts, especially ones whose pussy tastes as good as yours does. I really enjoyed doing you...very, very much."

Hearing her say the words made me feel dirty and naughty, and sexy as fuck. I knew it was the truth. I knew I enjoyed every fucking minute of what had happened. The fact of the matter was I had just had the most wonderful sexual experience of my life. Here I was lying in her bed wearing a leather hood and a blindfold, my arms and legs were in restraints with my legs spread as wide open as they could get and I'd had more orgasm than I could count. My ass and pussy could be had by anyone who might walk in the room. I felt Emma move again and heard the closet door squeak. 

She returned quickly and stood next to the bed, "You really enjoyed me playing with your butt didn't you?"

I didn't want to admit it to her out loud, but I didn't see any way to get out of it so I sort of whispered, "Yes I did."

She slapped the bed and scared the shit out of me, "Louder. I didn't hear you bitch."

It took me a minute to say it but I finally relented, "Okay, yes I liked it."

Emma apparently was not satisfied and she raised her voice, "Tell me how much you liked it slut."

Now she was really beginning to piss me off, "Is this really necessary Emma?"

Her answer was immediate and curt, "Yes, I want to hear it!"

I really didn't want to have to say it out loud again, but her attitude pissed me off and I blurted out, "Okay, fine. I liked it a lot. I loved feeling your tongue all over my asshole and loved the feeling of your fingers deep in my butt. It was so totally unbelievable. I've never had it done to me before and it drove over the top. I loved it. Yes, I loved it." I was nearly screaming at her.

Emma laughed deeply, "I knew you did dearie, but I wanted to hear you admit it, and that's why I've got another little surprise for you. You'll love it. I've got a special little butt plug for your cute little ass. It's stainless and is about an inch and a half wide and about three inches long, and it's got a beautiful jewel on the end which will look gorgeous sticking out of your tight little hole."

I felt her weight on the mattress again. She touched my asshole lightly and rubbed something wet and cool on it and she pushed her finger inside. I moaned involuntarily...it felt so fucking good. I couldn't believe how much I loved having my ass played with. What a revelation. She removed her finger and something hard pressed against my opening. Emma rubbed it around a bit and then she applied pressure. She told me to relax and rubbed my tummy. 

I felt my butthole spread as she forced the plug into my rectum. It was much bigger than Emma's finger but slowly my ass opened and the plug slid inside and the ring of muscle closed around the base and it settled into place. My breathing was short and ragged and I moaned at the new wonderfully full feeling in my ass. The fullness felt great. I loved it. My lily-white world was fucking upside down. 

I felt Emma get off the bed, "Damn, you look totally fucking hot Amy dearie. Your pussy is all red and puffy and your ass looks awesome with that bright red ruby sticking out of it. Oh, and surprise, surprise, your little butt plug is really quite a surprise in itself. Get ready."

She was still talking when the plug inside my ass started to vibrate. Holy shit! Slowly at first and then it sped up. Unbelievable! The buzzing spread throughout my ass and to my pussy. I desperately wanted to play with my clit but there was no way I could get to it, "Emma, please play with my clitty, please!"

Emma was laughing again, "Damn slut, you just can't make up your mind can you. Ya know, I think you need some quiet time, but first I've got to do something first. Then I heard the tell tale sounds of a camera shutter clicking. Sometime she was close-up; others she was back away. That scared the shit out of me. 

Obviously there was nothing I could do to stop her from taking the pictures, but it was terrifying me, "Emma, you can't do that. I can't afford to have pictures of me like this get out. Please stop."

She kept taking pictures, giggling as she did, "You stupid slut. Nobody can tell who you are with that hood on. Plus, we just have to have pictures of this moment for your memoirs some day. You look too fucking good not to capture this for posterity."

She started that stupid giggle again, "Amy, this is not only a Kodak moment dearie, but it's priceless." Now she was laughing her ass off at her little witticism. When she finally settled down she announced, "Now, I'm going to go and have a nice glass of wine while you lay here and rest. Bringing you too climax so many times has made me thirsty. I'll be back in a minute or two dearie. Kiss, kiss." 

I heard her walk across the room and then I heard the door close. Almost immediately the wonderful buzz in my ass stopped. I heard myself whimper. I had already gotten to love that delicious hum in my ass. I guess I didn't have much choice but to settle in. As I shifted around to get comfortable the thought of those pictures haunted me, but in the end there was nothing I could do about it. I just quit worrying about the pictures and relaxed. Oddly, thinking about them really turned me on and I hoped at some point I'd get to look at them. 

I was comfortable enough, but it was really weird. It was totally dark and there were no sounds in the room. I was thinking about the solitude when all of a sudden the vibration in my ass started again. It was fucking awesome, but it was so frustrating. I really needed to play with myself, I needed to touch my clit but I was at Emma's mercy. 

I replayed all that had happened so far today. My mind was spinning thinking about everything: learning about Emma's secrets, getting dressed up in Emma's gear, having sex with Emma, being restrained and liking it, enjoying anal sex, and so many orgasms I couldn't count. It was almost more than I could comprehend. I was trying to make sense of it when Emma turned the butt plug off again. Fuck, I wanted it back on. I slumped into the mattress wishing the buzz would start again. Wow, I had been thinking about all those x-rated things and now all I wanted was the plug turned back on. What the hell does that say about me?

That's the way it went for who knows how long. I was in my own little world imagining how I looked and wondering if there was any rhyme or reason to length of time the plug was on and off. I'm sure there was. It seemed nothing was accidental with Emma. Sometimes it would be on high, other times just a little bit. She was driving me crazy and I knew she knew it. Damn she was good. I had no idea how long I was going to be lying there being teased by Emma and her special butt plug, but so far I had to admit I loved every damn minute.



Awakening Ch. 02



As soon as I walked away, I felt I'd made a mistake inviting Randy to come by. I'd acted on impulse and now had to somehow deal with it - carefully. After I'd jokingly asked if he had any more of that Goulash he'd spiked earlier, we'd laughed and then he'd said, "How about just a drink?" I had foolishly agreed and now regretted it. 

In the back of my mind, I did want to find out how much of that raunchy night he remembered. A lot of it had been vague for me, and I hoped it was for him as well. Every time I remembered something else we'd done that night, my face would burn with shame. I was a young married woman. For four years I'd been fateful to my husband and now stood the chance of throwing it all away. It wasn't my fault, but who would believe me? 

We'd agreed upon 6:00 PM, four hours away. By late afternoon I was a bundle of nerves. My encounter with Randy had sparked more images of that night, and several times I had to collapse into a chair to quiet my shakes. I didn't know if I could do this, but I really wanted to discover if Randy was a potential threat to my marriage. I hoped he wouldn't want to cause trouble for me. I loved Stu and would do anything to keep what we had together. The doorbell jolted me back to the present. Randy was right on time. 

He was sloppily dressed in pleated slacks, tennis shoes and a Grateful Dead tee-shirt, a roll of fat pushing against the front and sides of his cotton shirt. I shuddered, wondering how I could've possibly let him touch me. No, I knew why. It'd been whatever he had put in our food. Somehow, that didn't make me feel much better. 

My heart pounded inside my chest as I said, "Sit." 

I went to the kitchen to retrieve two glasses and fill them with red wine. I came back to find him sitting on the sofa in the same position I had, that last night he was here. Randy nervously took the glass I offered, smiling sheepishly. I sat in the large chair across from him, noticing that he checked-out my legs as I sat down. I was wearing a short sun dress with straps over the shoulders. I curled my legs under me to limit his view. 

Boring asshole. "You could go to jail for what you did, you know?" I was pretty sure I looked angry. I couldn't help it.

His pale face turned a little paler. "I didn't do anything," he muttered. 

"You asshole! You doctored my food!"

He jerked his head up, staring at me. "Prove it."

After a short staring contest, I finally just sighed. "I'm married. I don't want any trouble. I just want to ... know what ... you know ... what happened." 

My voice trailed off at the end, but he heard me, smiling thinly. "That's it? Okay, I'll tell you." His smile grew wider as he said, "Were you sore the next day?"

Remembering my raw anus and vagina, I felt my face burning. "Yes," I muttered.

"Me too. My dick was so sore from you chewing on it all night that I could barely stand to touch it for two days."

I didn't respond, so he continued. "You really liked it. Everything we did. When I bent you over the couch that first time, you howled like a Banshee when you got off." He seemed to be enjoying telling me about it. "Then you sucked my cock like it was a candy cane, swallowing every drop I shot into your mouth. You loved it." 

"I didn't," I protested softly. My gut was churning, heart pounding away inside my chest. I had difficulty breathing, too. 

He laughed. "Yes, you did. You took it up the ass like a pro, shoving it up to me, moaning. Never even knew a woman could cum from being butt-fucked -cum hard too. You came like you were going to shake to pieces! Was your little ass sore the next day? I dumped a load in it." 

When I just glared back, he finally managed to look a little contrite. "Look, I knew I'd never get a girl like you. You're gorgeous, and look at me. I know I'm a slob. I used to see you walk through the condo complex and wonder what it would be like to make love to someone like you. That day I helped you move in and you asked me to stay for lunch, was the only chance I'd ever have with you. If I go to jail for it, that one night was worth it." 

I wanted to demand he leave right then, but I just sit there, lewd images flashing behind my eyes as I fought back the urge to squirm in my chair. If Randy just wasn't so damned repulsive, I thought. I drank the last of my wine, holding the glass out to him. "Get us some more wine," I said. "It's in the frige."

Trying to control my breathing, licking my dry lips, I listened to the glass clinking as he poured us more wine. You know what you're doing? I thought in panic. You know he's probably doctoring the wine right now, don't you? More images flooded my mind, of Randy pounding into me all night. 

By then, he was back with the wine, smiling. 

"What was the stuff you put in our food," I asked.

He sat down in the same place, staring at me. "It's called 'love dust,' but it has some foreign name. I get it from a Pakistani who works at one of the hotels. He smuggles it into country, a teacup at a time. Makes a fortune, too. All the cooks around here know about it. They buy it from him. It's not a real drug. Comes from the pollen of a flower that grows high in the Hindu Kush. It won't harm you. If it did, I wouldn't take it."

I glared at him as he went on averting his eyes for a moment. "I probably used too much the last time in our soup. The guy said that was what caused us to blank out off-and-on throughout the night. Less is often better, I was told. He said it sensitizes the nerve endings so much that if you took it and didn't have sex for fifteen minutes, I could just rub the back of your neck for a moment and you'd explode with a wild orgasm." 

I actually shivered at the image, still licking my dry lips. After observing my glass for a moment I said, "You put some in this?"

"No. I wouldn't do that." His unsteady voice told me he was lying.

I stared steadily at him as I deliberately raised the glass and took a sip. Then he also took one, having waited for me to do it first. The warm glow I remembered from the previous time instantly seeped throughout my body, settling in a spot somewhere in my lower belly. That spot continued to grow hotter - lewd thoughts accompanying them - and there was sudden dampness against my thighs. 

Randy was staring at me the whole time, a thin ugly smile on his face as he waited like a wolf for a mate that he knew was in-heat. I felt a gush of fluid and the light material of my dress grew damp. I hadn't worn any panties. I hoped it wouldn't stain the cover of our new chair. 

Subconsciously, I had probably known since seeing Randy that morning, what I was going to do, but had been afraid to admit it to myself. I might even have known ever since the first night with Randy that I wanted to try it just one more time. I'd been a good wife to Stu. I deserved this much. Besides, I had no illusions that he'd known women throughout high school and college - maybe even during his business travels. 

By contrast, my husband was the only man I'd ever slept with - until Randy. Stu was handsome, smooth, a real jock type of guy. Randy was big, over six-feet, going to fat, and sloppy. I didn't know a single woman that might find him attractive. Yet, I had slept him. No, I'd let him fuck me all night - and worse.

I glanced over to where Randy sat, silently waiting - like that wolf. His cock was outside his pants, sticking straight up. My mouth suddenly watered, my thighs getting wetter. I fought the urge to act first. Let me at least have that much, please, I silently pleaded. Randy stroked his rock-hard cock, simply staring back at me, smiling knowingly. His wolf bitch was about ready. He knew it. 

Damn you, Randy, I thought. 

I watched a silver drop form at the tip of his penis, visibly growing larger. It was reaching the point where it would soon run off. I was reaching the point where I was about to come unglued. I licked my lips again. Another instant and the drop would be gone. Groaning, I rushed over, knelt and licked the drop from his cock. It tasted like ambrosia. I was in heaven as I ran my lips loosely over the head of Randy's large cock, licked down its length, and then back up. 

"You nasty slut," Randy groaned. I was. So nasty. Loving it. I didn't care if Stu walked through the door right then I was going to have this cock. Any cock. I wanted the night I'd had, once more. I would have it. There was no Randy. There was only this cock and me. I swallowed the crown until it entered my open throat, as Randy grunted with pleasure. 

If I could've, I would have smiled. I licked down to the base, lovingly took each of his hairy balls into my warm mouth, then back up to slowly swallow the whole thing again. I held it inside, buried to its depths, then tightening my lips, slowly eased off it. That was all it took. Randy must not have had sex since that night with me, because he lasted little more than a couple of minutes before he wrapped his hands in my hair and jammed in to the balls. 

My throat and mouth, unexpectedly flooded to capacity with thick, high velocity fluid, took me completely by surprise. I choked, swallowing as fast as I could, losing some to run down my chin and drip onto his belly. It seemed it would never end, his nuts were so loaded. More ambrosia, making me feel disoriented. When he'd shuddered a final time and I'd swallowed the last trickle of watery after-cum, I licked up what had fallen on his belly. 

His cock was semi-hard, so I went back to nibbling, licking and sucking until it grew turgid again. I stood and straddled his lap, lowering myself on trembling legs until I felt the head of his penis at my swollen entrance. 

Then I slowly slid down his meaty shaft, relishing an unbelievable feeling as it bumped my engorged clit, pushing the walls of my vagina out of the way as it forced the bulbous head past enhanced nerve-endings, coming to rest against my cervix. I sat motionless, realizing I was making little noises deep in my throat. 

Randy's voice jarred me back to the present. "Fuck that cock, baby. Fuck it hard!"

I lifted up until I was in danger of losing the crown and then just dropped. We both cried out with pleasure. I did it over and over. It didn't take long, for I had been nearly as deprived of sex as Randy. I knew I was getting close. I leaned forward and found Randy's mouth, attacking it with my tongue, and then swallowing his as the first volley began shaking my slim body to pieces. 

It seemed to go on forever as I bucked and cried, at one point screaming mindlessly. It was one of the best orgasms I'd ever had. Not like the last time when I was dazed most of the time. I vaguely wondered if it was because Randy had reduced the amount of "love dust." Then I didn't care as Randy emptied his balls deep inside my belly and I had a series of small multiple quakes again. I lay on his chest, tears streaming, gasping as I attempted to breathe. Randy licked my lips, flexing his cock inside me. I wanted it again. So did he. He pushed me off and stood. 

"Come on. I want to do your favorite position, baby." He pulled me to my feet, walked me around the couch and shoved my face against the back of it. I knew what was coming. I willingly spread my legs and lifted up on my toes. The Alpha male was about to mate his wolf bitch. 

"Such a pretty sight, baby," he sneered. I jumped as I felt his breath on my crouch, and then he licked me from my tender swollen clit, all the way past my anus, causing me to cry out. He did it again and my legs began to tremble uncontrollably. I moaned. 

"Ah yes," he said between licks and kisses. "Baby likes that, does she?" He went to work in earnest then, licking, biting sucking, lathing my anus with his tongue, then sucking my clit as I thrashed about on the back of the couch. I was so close - so close. He stopped. 

"Please," I muttered. "Please."

Randy just laughed as he rubbed his cock around the rim of my pussy. I twisted, rotated my ass, trying to capture the massive crown inside, but he just laughed. I was on fire. I needed him to just do it! He laughed again, ran the head entirely up the open crack back there, and then shoved it into my ass. I screamed. He held my face against the back of the couch as I struggled. 

"Shut up. Someone will hear you. It'll be okay in a minute." He held still for a moment, then eased himself out, in, out, in ...

In a minute or two of this, I found myself lifting onto my toes, helping him find a deeper spot. In another minute we were fucking like animals, unconsciously pounding each other, seeking only our own satisfaction. I was his bitch ape, his wolf, just an open hole for him to use. And I loved it. 

I felt every ridge, every knot, each dribble of pre-cum from the head of his wonderful cock. I was floating, dissembled, just a mass of jangled nerve endings, needing ... something. It was like an inch I couldn't quite scratch driving me crazy. Then we both blew apart. He went first, emptying an enormous amount of scalding lava into my bowels. I felt each spurt hit the lining of my anus, painting the walls, saturating my core. Then, I lost my mind for a long time. 

When I came back to the present, I was still "tied" to Randy. He was rubbing my back softly. My legs just gave way and I crumpled into a heap, gasping for breath, trying to still my runaway heart. After a moment, I looked up to find Randy's smeared cock inches from my face. "Like a good bitch now, clean it up." I was so spent I just did it. Then he carried me into my bedroom, laying me on the bed. 

"I want to fuck you in your husband's bed. The same place he fucks you. You can think about that every time he fucks you from now on. Think about who has a better cock." With that, he crawled between my thighs, and slipped his cock into my sopping pussy. I was just too tired to even help him. He looked into my face as he hammered into me. Like I was a bug and he was doing an experiment. Finally, I lifted my legs and wrapped them around his thighs. Randy smiled, slamming into me even harder. My arms went around his neck and I pulled him down, crying out. 

We fucked, sucked, and masturbated each other almost all night. Unlike the first time, I was aware of each time I came. At the end, I was merely holding Randy's limp cock in my mouth as we drifted off to sleep.



Awakening Ch. 03



It was the merest glance, a glimmer of recognition on my part. And, I was sure, on his. Across a crowded bar, lively and raucous on a Friday night, bodies moving and writhing, our eyes met for a split second that seemed to last for minutes but must have been over in a flash. I'd been spotted.

In a gay bar.

By one of my dad's golf buddies.

There was no doubting he'd seen me. Or had he? He didn't come over. Maybe I'd get away with it.

I didn't know what to think. Was Bill going to tell my parents where he'd seen me? What was he doing there anyway? 

It didn't make sense. 

He'd divorced a couple of years earlier, but I didn't think he was into men. He didn't seem the type. It must have been a mistake, wandering into the bar on a night out. 

It was on the edge of the quarter after all. Yes, that must be it, I thought.

I wasn't ready to reveal my true feelings to my parents yet, so I prayed that he hadn't recognised me.

The great escape, as I hoped it would be, only lasted six days. I was terrified when we met, by chance, at the local gym, but it turned out to be the best thing in my life.

From potential catastrophe to ecstasy in one fell swoop - and to think that milli-second look through a throbbing bar led to it.

I was finished in the gym and heading for the sauna when I bumped, literally, into Bill. I had a double take. No! Not ready for this, I thought, as I mumbled a hello.

Bill cheerily greeted me, as is his way - we've known him for virtually all my life, so he's been around and about the family forever. I hesitated, but shook his hand and exchanged in small talk. 

As we wound down the conversation, I thought: "I'm going to get away with this."

But I was wrong. He joined me in the sauna and, as luck would have it, the only other guy in there was on his way to the showers within a minute.

I gulped, thinking: "It's not over yet."

Sure enough, he soon piped up: "Saw you in Johnny's the other night!"

I was distraught. It was hell. But he obviously saw my concern, and added: "It's OK."

It took me a while to compose myself after the shock. "Saw you too," I replied.

"Yes, I go there regularly - it's one of my favourite bars," said Bill.

I looked up, surprised, and he went on: "I'm gay, Ross. What about you?"

Nodding almost morosely in response, I felt his hand touch mine. "It's OK," he whispered. "I know exactly how you're feeling. I've been there myself. I can help you. It'll all be OK."

Seconds later, we were interrupted by a couple of lads entering the sauna. What timing! we didn't stay long after that, but, as we headed for the showers, Bill asked me over to his that night for a spot of dinner.

I agreed to go, despite my reservations, and it was so good to open up to someone. 

We talked and talked, me telling how I'd acted on impulse and discovered I preferred men, him revealing at length how he'd always known he was gay - even through 20 years of marriage - and coming to terms with his feelings despite loving his wife dearly.  

He talked of his first experiences, and how the desires had risen in him so much that he broke down in front of Maureen, confessing his darkest secret. Incredibly, she was supportive - so much so that we'd never heard a word of what had happened - helping Bill in his greatest hour of need. They separated eventually, but she remained a rock even after the split, accompanying him to a gay support group and making sure he always stocked up on condoms. I was truly amazed at her backing amid a betrayal.

We both ended in tears.

We didn't end up in bed that night, but it wasn't long.

Two nights later, we met up for a drink and we talked about who we fancied as they stood around the bar. The more time I spent with Bill, the more his rugged look entranced me. He caught me staring at him a couple of times - and I knew it, 27 year age gap or not, I wanted him.

At that moment, he knew exactly what I was thinking and laid his hand on mine, leaned across and kissed me lightly, just outside my lips, close enough to show his feelings, far enough from a full smacker to make it seem casual.

My mind was racing, my heart pumping, my cock springing to life and instinct took over as I grabbed his head and steamed headlong into his eager mouth. Passion took control of me, but Bill resisted, mouthing: "Not here, Ross. Let's go back to mine."

The 10-minute ride back to his house went by in a flash, my body aching with yearning, my brain blitzed by desire and my arse quaking with expectation.

We knew our places. He was a top, I was a bottom.

His trousers had a tent pole sticking up; my pussy seemed to be opening up millimetre by millimetre naturally as we hurried to his house. We'd barely got through the front door before I grasped him close for a kiss.

But the embrace did not last long; the smell of sex was in the air. Bill led me upstairs - well, I say, led, but we were jumping two stairs at a time in the desire to get to his bedroom.

He asked me to take off my shoes and let him do the rest. It was all I could have wished for.

He disrobed me slowly but surely, kissing and licking me all the time, adding to the burning desire sweeping through my veins.

He paid special attention to my pulsating cock and balls, then tongued my arse with a delicate but firm touch which sent me spiralling to ecstasy.

Every dream was coming true, and I was shaking with excitement, drooling with passion and all but ready to shout "Just fuck me" when the lube came out.

He lathered my hole with a dollop, then worked expert fingers into the passage - I was sure I was gaping but I obviously wasn't - before holstering his beautiful dick with a condom.

He was big, nine and a half inches he said later. I'd had other cocks, including a 9, but it didn't have the powerful look or the extra girth of Bill's. No wonder his wife had always looked happy before the split!

I was almost passing out with an unforgiving ache for his cock, then I heard him say: "If you want to stop, then just say." "God, no, Bill. I want this more than anything," I panted back, arse in the air, on all fours.

His thick dick's head slowly made its way up my canal - it was a little tender, but I knew the rewards of patience with cocks. And this one turned me on more than any.

I tried to spread my legs further, but it wasn't necessary as Bill slid in deeper without trouble, bottoming out as his balls crashed against me.

It was overwhelming, a feeling beyond anything I'd experienced before. This 55-year-old had turned me to jelly. My hot hole pressed back, trying to get more inside me, and he pushed back as he slowly, gently, deliberately began a fucking motion to satisfy us both.

The pleasure came quickly as his pistoning cock plunged mercilessly into my pussy. It was heaven, and my mind could hardly comprehend the sensations bulleted from my prostate to my head.

I squeezed his cock as much as I could, willing him to drive deeper and deeper. Bill's thrusts got faster and more powerful, his staying power immense. I was shattered, but he kept ploughing the furrow, my orgasm bursting out as he roared approval. His stamina was incredible, and I had come at least twice before he slowed down, after spurting his man juice into the rubber.

I was spent, but I managed to whisper: "Thanks, Bill. I loved that."

"I loved it, too, Ross."

Two weeks later, my mother mentioned: "Saw Bill today. He's happier than I've seen him for ages."

I didn't say: "Yes, mum, I did that for him." Not quite ready to reveal that Bill's big dick was deflowering her youngest son.

Four times that first night, twice most nights since.

* To be continued 



Awakening Ch. 03



Chapter 3 – Training Day

We made love in the shower and in bed twice more during the night.  My bed was a single, so we moved to Mom's bedroom.  She had a queen sized bed which was much more conducive to our planned activities.  One time we made love missionary style.  Laura told me she liked this position when really making love.  She liked the weight on her and the ability for her to hold onto me.  I felt some sharp pains in my back during those sessions, which added to the overall lovemaking experience but really didn't notice the pain.  

The other time she was on top.  I have to say I loved the total feeling of her vagina pulling my penis up, pushing it down and grinding sideways and back and forth,  the expressions on her face as she concentrated, watching her breasts rotate in time with her hips, feeling those breasts with my hands.  A total package of satisfaction.

In the morning, I asked Laura if she would like some coffee.  She murmured "yes" I thought, so I pulled on some sweats, limped slowly downstairs to the kitchen and got it started.  I wasn't really sure how to make it as I hadn't developed a taste for it yet, but had made it for Mom a number of times, so was pretty sure I could do it up right.

I knocked around a bit, looking to see what there was to eat and was about to head back up to tell Laura what we had, when I heard her voice behind me.

"You're looking pretty industrious."  I looked over and there was Laura in one of Mom's velour housecoats.  She had the drawstrings pulled tight.

"Well, I thought I would make us breakfast.  Mom made sure I can cook.  She always says it's the surest way to a woman's heart, contrary to what you may have heard."

"I could be convinced," Laura said.  "Show me your stuff."

So, limping and hopping around the kitchen, I prepared Eggs Benedict, but with biscuits not English muffins.  I have never figured out why anyone would actually eat English muffins.  I stir fried some vegetables, juiced some oranges and voila – breakfast.

"I'm impressed," said Laura as she worked her way through the meal.  "I believe Rita may be right!"

After breakfast, Laura helped with the dishes and took advantage, poking and tickling me as I stood there on one leg.  I finally had to grab her and hold her to me to stop the torture.  When I did that, she put her head against my chest and put her arms around me too.  

"I just want to hold you," she whispered.  "And never let go."

I held her head against me and said back "I want nothing else myself."

We hugged for a few more moments, then she stepped back and looked up at me.  Her cheeks were wet and her eyes were glossy with tears.

"What's the matter?" I asked anxiously.

"Oh nothing, I'm just happy right now.  Its been a long time since I felt this calm, and not been anxious, waiting for something lousy to happen again."

I was a little mystified by what she said and it must have shown.

"Its just personal stuff Aaron.  Not something you need to worry about."

For some reason, Becky crossed my mind at that point.  I thought probably no better time than now.

"Laura, I need to ask your advice about something.  And I think you should sit down."

A look of alarm crossed her face.  "What is it?" she asked, moving to the kitchen table.

"Well you know, when you were telling me about your husband yesterday, the main reason I was crying was, a couple of days ago I experienced something very much like what your husband was doing."

Laura's eyes narrowed but she said nothing.

I told her the whole story.  What had happened at Rick's house, how I had fled, how I had felt.

Laura visibly relaxed as she listened and bent forward listening intently.  And once I got started, I could not stop.  I told her everything about me, from the gas station bunnies, to Mom's underwear, to my masturbating – all the way to my humiliation the other night.

About half way through, Laura reached across the table and took my hands in hers.  I kept on talking and didn't stop until I was finished.

She waited a few moments after I stopped, then said to me, " You said you needed my advice on something."

I blushed a little and said, "Yeah, here I tell you my whole life story when what I really want to know is what can I do to help Becky?"

"How old is she?" Laura asked.  

"I'm pretty sure she is at least 18.  No wait, she might be 19.  If I remember right, I think she repeated a year early in elementary school.  Does that matter?"

"I'm no legal expert," said Laura.  "But if that guy started on her when she was a minor there could be issues."

"Rick is the same age, or might even be younger."

"Good point, well whatever, I doubt he learned that kind of behaviour by himself," Laura mused.  "Tell you what, will you write down their names and addresses and your whole experience, starting right at the restaurant?  I have a friend who may be able to help"

"You bet!  Sorry I don't mean to drag you into this but it would be so great if we can get her away from Rick!"

"Aaron, we don't often get opportunities to really help someone.  My neighbours saved my life.  If I can repay them by helping this girl, I will happily do it.  I would do it a thousand times if I could." Laura replied, looking directly into my eyes.

And with that, she got up and walked around the table, sat on my lap and gave me a really passionate kiss.  I could feel my engine starting again and moved my hand up to her breast.  Laura however placed her hand on mine, removed it from her breast and said to me, "You've told me your story.  Now I need to tell you about me.  Then we can think about where to go from here."

I was curious.  What did I need to know? 

"You should know, your Mom has been really worried about you for the past couple of years.  I get what she was saying now.  And once you told me about the gas station playboy bunnies, it all started to make sense.

Hormones and teen minds are an explosion waiting to happen.  I think it's amazing we don't all just blow up from the emotions of puberty.

"You may have guessed by now that Rita and I set up this liaison."

"It crossed my mind," I said.  "Especially after I recognized you were wearing the same blouse and that the letter had the same scent as that first day.  The part about "treating you right" was the clincher though, when I thought further.  So you guys actually planned this?"

"Yes, Rita really didn't have to go to the conference, but it seemed a plausible enough reason for you and I to be alone.  I was coming out to the worksite to tell you the story of my husband anyway, and would have lured you into my house for the night.  Twisting your foot created a much more natural way to make it happen.  And I got to sleep in Rita's bed again."

She waited for the shoe to drop.

"Again."

I may have written already that I'm sometimes slow to catch on.  I think it is because my mind is usually totally elsewhere.  I kept waiting for her to say something more and then I heard it in my mind, like an echo.

"Again."

Suddenly I couldn't breathe.  I was gasping for air.  I tried to get up but fell off the chair and slumped to the ground.  Suddenly there was the sensation of cold water hitting my face.  Involuntarily, I gasped, spluttered and started to cough.  It took a couple of minutes, but gradually my breathing returned to normal.  

I sat up and leaned against the kitchen counter.  I looked up at Laura who was sitting at the table, pitcher in hand.

"Are you saying what I think you are?" I asked.

"Yes, we've known each other for two years now and about a year ago, while we were serving on the same committee out of town and staying in the same hotel room, we had a little too much to drink.  One thing led to another, and the next thing you know, we were lovers.  It didn't last very long though because she felt guilty and stopped the affair after a couple of months.

Fortunately we have been able to remain friends, although I was more than a little surprised she wanted to talk to me about you.  I had of course told her the story of my husband some time ago, so she understood why I was upset with you looking at me.

Over the past two months, we have talked a lot.  I am really glad our friendship survived.

Of course we had a common concern – Your welfare!"

"I don't understand, why would you care so much for me?" I asked.

"I watched you work, I could see the torment, I began to wait for you to arrive, and I spied on you when you were here – with binoculars – from my house.  I think I became a little obsessed.  Too much time alone I guess."

"And I just thought you hated me.  You rarely smiled, and spoke to me only when you had to."

"I know.  I apologize for that.  Although maybe after last night, you can understand why I stayed away.  If I had visited you while you were working, there may have been some fireworks.  I think Rita knew I felt something for you.  However, I was blown away when she asked me if I would do this!"

"What?" I exclaimed.  "She asked you to seduce me?"

"Well not in those words, but yes in effect.  I had made a promise to Rita when we first got together.  I promised that no matter what happened between us, how much time elapsed, whether or not she or I were in another relationship – that I would always welcome her into my life and into my bed.  She asked, as a favour, that I transfer that promise to you"

"Wow!"

"So what do you think of this old woman now Aaron, turning into a slut for sex!  Taking advantage of a boy who is confused and upset!"

At first I didn't think I heard right.  Laura was calling herself a slut?  Was she serious?

I got up slowly off the floor, stood and looked down at her, sitting with the water pitcher in hand dressed in my mothers' velour bathrobe.

I pulled a chair over and moved it beside Laura, who was looking down, not at me.  I sat directly in front of her knee to knee, took the pitcher from her and placed it on the table and took her hands in mine.

"Laura, please look at me," I asked.  At first she didn't move, then slowly her head came up.  She met my eyes and hers were full of defiance.  Again I was surprised, I had almost expected her eyes to have tears in them.  But I could see she was not about to apologize for anything.

"I have no right to judge you about anything," I said.  "You have been through a lot, my short life has been a cakewalk in comparison.  But I do know one thing.  I am going to remember what you and I did yesterday - forever.  Can you think of a greater gift anyone could give?  I sure can't.  Yesterday had everything.  Comedy, tragedy, hyper intense sex, I felt wanted and needed.  What more could a virgin boy want?  If I was to publish it, my first experience would be the stuff of legends.

I don't know if you want to have anything more to do with me, but I will always treasure and remember August 14, 1987.  And if I have anything to say about it, I want to be with you, as much as humanly possible.

And one more thing.  I really don't like the word "slut."  It makes me feel uncomfortable and would appreciate it if you wouldn't refer to yourself that way."

"Comedy?" Laura asked.  "What was the comedy?"

"OK, picture this," I said.  "Yesterday your game plan was to seduce me.  When we were both on the tractor, I was trying to stay as far away from you as I could and to try and get rid of my erection.  I couldn't do either. And our bodies kept bumping together.  I wanted you really bad, and thought I was making you really upset.  And here you were, plotting to get me in the sack."

Laura smiled and then started chuckling "That was funny, you're right, I wasn't making it easy for you.  I could have sat forward, but it wouldn't have been near as much fun.  I could tell you were trying to get off the hook you were squirming around so much, and when you just about fell off I almost laughed out loud.  I had to close my mouth and hiss at you."

We both hooted and laughed for a while, remembering the previous day.  Then as our minds slowly cleared, I asked Laura if she would sit with me for a while in the living room.  We arrived at the couch at the same time, me hopping over, her with a coffee.  Sitting down, we snuggled closely.

"You know, I really don't know how I feel about you being my Mom's lover.  I have to admit I like watching lesbians in porno films, but it feels a little too close to home, you being with her."

"I have also been with other women Aaron.  Are you going to be able to live with that?" Laura asked.

"I'm not going there Laura.  I hope I don't sound like a school boy, but I just want to be with you right now."

"Lets take a look at your foot," Laura said.  She placed a footstool under my leg, unwrapped the tensor bandage, felt the area under my ankle and said, "I think the swelling is down a little.  I'll get an ice pack to see if that helps."

I watched Laura walk from the living room into the kitchen.  She must have known I was watching because she looked over her shoulder as she turned the corner, then wiggled her bum at me before disappearing from view.  She was back almost immediately with the ice pack and a towel, moved the footstool so the pack would not fall off and wrapped them both with the towel.  Then she snuggled against me again on the couch.

"Would you ever like to go down on me?" Laura asked.

My interest piqued, I said "Absolutely, what do I have to do?"

"When you go down on a woman, you have the best chance of giving her an orgasm," Laura said quietly.

"Really?" I said.  "More than fucking?"

"Definitely more than fucking," she said.  "If you get a woman off by going down on her, she will probably experience multiple orgasms and if you then start fucking, she will likely keep on having orgasms."

I was all ears now.  My penis was also obviously paying attention.

"I see we have an audience," observed Laura. 

Laura undid the ties to the front of the bathrobe and placed my hand on her breast.  I began to move her breast about a bit, feeling her nipple and gently squeezing.  Then she took my hand and placed it between her legs.  She bent her knees and drew her feet up to open up the vaginal area to my fingers.  "Please feel me," She said.  "Just let your fingers wander.  There are many sensitive places in my vagina.  I want to reveal them to you."

Laura took hold of my fingers and placed them on her clitoris.  "This is my clitoris," She said.  "It's important to the orgasmic process.  It will engorge with blood somewhat the same as a penis does and is very sensitive.  Please spend time there."

So I did.  My fingers manipulated her clitoris and explore the area immediately around it, which included the front of her vagina.  Laura started to move against my hand and said, "That's right Aaron, that's right."  My penis was fully erect now, but I was concentrating on Laura wanting her to come.

Laura said suddenly, "Let's go upstairs and do this right."

So before I knew it, she was on the move.  She unwrapped the towel on my foot, dropped the ice pack on the floor and wrapped the tensor bandage again.  She was good at it and my ankle felt much better.  The bandage was tight.  When I stood up, she stood by and asked if I could put any weight on it.  Surprisingly I could.  Some anyway.  Laura decided to help me up the stairs and with my arm around her, we climbed to the bedroom in just a few seconds.

Laura rubbed my penis with her hand briefly and said, "I see there is some interest!"

Laura threw the covers off Mom's bed, leaving just the sheet.  I noticed stains and some blood which I assumed we had left there last night.  Laura then dropped the bathrobe from her body, climbed on the bed and lay on her back, and put her arms out to me.

"Come Aaron, I am going to start teaching you about cunnilingus.  You will become a Latin lover in the world of pleasuring women if you pay attention."

I got out of my sweatpants and pulled off the t-shirt I was wearing.  Now fully naked, I lay beside her.

"OK, the best way I know for this to work is for you to go down on me right from here.  No, like this.  Kiss me.  OK, now kiss my breasts.  Good, now continue on down until you get to my pussy.  This is the best position you can be in.  You can put your hand under my ass and push my vagina into your face.  You can bring your fingers to my vagina from above like this.  OK now you are in the position to make anything happen.

Your tongue has ready access to my clitoris right?  Push your tongue down onto it!!  Push it hard.  That's right.  Now my vagina is right there in front of your eyes, Yes?  Take a good look.  The mysteries will start to unfold now.  But it will take a lifetime to master them.  Are you ready?"

I was so ready.  Laura's vagina sparkled with moisture just inches in front of me.

"All along my vagina on both sides are my vaginal lips.  They can be especially sensitive.  Just running your fingers along them or taking your fingers over the edge into the abyss and then back again can be heaven."

I put two fingers gently on the outside of her vagina and slowly rubbed the length of her vagina, one finger on each side.  Back and forth for a minute or so.

"Gawd," Laura gushed.  "Have you done this before?"

Following her lead, I started to push just inside.  Starting close to the clitoris (which by the way was still receiving vigorous treatment from my tongue) I worked down one side, all the way to the posterior end, methodically pushing just inside and then withdrawing.  From the posterior, I started back up towards the clitoris on the opposite vaginal lip, making sure every square millimeter received attention.

 "Yesss, right Aaron.  OK now I want you to find my g-spot.  Go into my vagina right below my clitoris and press up into my pelvic bone."

I rummaged around a little, but soon found a fleshy area about the size of large button.  When I pressed on it, I could squish it into the pelvic bone.

"Gaaahh, that's it!!" She cried.  "Don't stop!!!"

So my tongue was busy on her clitoris and two of my fingers were inside her vagina massaging something called a G-Spot.  This was really fun!  I kept at it and in a couple of minutes Laura started bucking her hips a little, and issuing sounds which seemed to come right from her gut.  Because I was partially laying on her and had one hand on her ass cheek, she couldn't move a lot, but bucked anyway.  I felt pain on my back and suddenly she cried out, "I'm coming Aaron, I'm coming."

I kept going, scared to interrupt the rhythm and flow of what was happening.  Then I felt her vaginal walls closing on my fingers, pulsing in spasmodic contractions as she let out a very loud, "Oooohh God!  Oh god! Oh god! O god."

The contractions started to slow, I did too.  I rubbed the fleshy area slower and tongued her clitoris slower as well.  It seemed like the right thing to do.  Then as her breathing slowed, I thought "I wonder what else I can do in here" and separated my fingers, placing them on either side of the purported g-spot directly on the thinner skin which seemed to be directly connected to her pelvic bone.

"Aaahhh!" was her response.  Encouraged, I pressed a little harder, making short massaging movements and increased the frequency of my tongue ministrations on her clitoris.  Within a couple of minutes I was rewarded with more contractions and more screaming.  OK, I thought as she gradually relaxed, her hands circling my back slowly, it looks like there is a pattern here.  

When she was breathing a little slower, I separated my fingers further and moved them just a little bit further down her vagina, one finger pressing against each side.  Here there wasn't bone to press against, but what felt sort of like sinew, covered with skin.  It was sensitive though because Laura gasped and grabbed my shoulders.  Nothing needed to be said.  I started putting pressure on this new area, moving my fingers ever so slightly against the vaginal walls.  Shortly thereafter there were more contractions, these more powerfully pressing my fingers together, I'm assuming because of the location within the vagina.  




Awakening Ch. 03



Laura was breathing hard now and didn't want me to stop.  I continued the process down her vagina about 5 or 6 more times ending up at the posterior wall, nearest her anus.  Together my two fingers, pressed down and back, encountering a new structure within her vagina – a ridge – which, when stimulated, resulted in major contractions, screaming and more pain in my back.

"Aaron, I don't think I can take much more," Laura said breathily.

In response I slid my fingers up out of the back her vagina to the edge of the opening and began to press on the outside edge, remembering what Laura had said about the sensitivity of her vaginal lips.  She screamed again and huskily cried, "Do it, do it do it."  I did it and was rewarded again.  She bucked and scratched me again, swore and begged, gasped and screamed, then suddenly went limp.

Concerned, I looked back at her face.  She was breathing rapidly and shallowly.  "Are you all right?" I asked.

After what seemed like an eternity, she opened her eyes and nodded.  Then she reached down and removed my hand from her vagina.  "We have to stop." She whispered.  

We lay together in sweaty repose for a while.  I continued to massage and fondle, kiss and mouth her breasts while we relaxed.  

"You know that promise I made to Rita?" Laura said.  "About always being available for her?"

"Mmmm?" I replied, my head buried in a breast.

"Do you remember me telling you she asked me to transfer that promise to you?"

That got my attention.  I raised myself on one elbow and looked down at her, not saying anything yet.

"I agreed to do it.  That means I will always make time for you for the rest of my life, time and my bed."

I thought back to the note.  Mom had written "treat her well."  That must have been the reason.

This was kind of a heavy subject.  I felt I had to think carefully before I said anything, and I was so keyed up and excited from what had just happened, it was hard to think.

Strangely enough, I hadn't even noticed that I had had no orgasm.  All the focus had been on Laura, and that was quite OK.

"Well then, you better live a long long time," I said, leaning forward and kissing her on the forehead, then cradling her against me.

We lay that way for a few minutes, then Laura asked gently, "Will you make love to me now please?"

And so did, together lover to lover.

We sat out on the deck after a late lunch, tall cool drinks in hand.  Laura was dressed in her sleeveless blouse and skirt again.  I was in a t-shirt and jeans.  It was a great day, warm and sunny.  Geese were flying in formation just overhead, reminding us that the seasons were about to change.

Laura had put in a load of wash, sheets which badly needing cleaning and towels we had used.  She had also washed and spent some time repairing my back.  Her fingernails had left multiple punctures and trails and when she showed me through a mirror, it looked like a war zone.  My kind of war.

I made lunch.  We ate mostly in silence.  My foot, after only one day – Christ has it been only one day? – was much better.  I could bear more weight, and had just a little limp.   

I finally got up the courage to ask her about the promise.  "I am curious about the promise," I said.  "I don't really understand it or why you would make a promise which will affect the rest of your life."

Laura didn't reply immediately.  Then she began.  "Your Dad caught us in the act.  Rita didn't know he was on his way home.  He had come home to see if he could re-kindle their relationship and I think he was quite serious and excited by the prospect.  Of course when he got into the house and heard the screams and moans coming from upstairs, I'm sure he was having other thoughts.

He burst in to the bedroom and was about to kill your mother's lover.  Then he saw it was a woman, me, and all the fight went out of him.  He slumped against the wall, then turned and walked out and down the stairs.  Rita called after him, asking him not to leave.  He didn't, just waited in the kitchen for Rita to come down.

I got dressed, checked with her to see if she was going to be OK.  She said she would be, gave me a little peck on the cheek and I left.

She told me later about what your Dad's intentions had been.  Apparently he had had similar "good" intentions in the past, but after a few weeks things would go sour."

I could confirm what she was saying as that is how I remembered our family life as well.

"This time though, they really had a good conversation.  Your Dad apologized for being away so much, but said he could see things had changed and that he really should go.  'You can divorce me if you want,' he said.  'I won't contest it.'  She asked him if he really wanted that and he said no, he didn't.  'What do you want?' Rita asked.  He said he wanted her to love him.  That was a bit of a conundrum for Rita, how could she love him if he wasn't there?  Long story short Aaron, they decided to have a long distance relationship and to get together whenever they could.  I think they are together right now in San Francisco."

I raised my hand as if to ask a question, but she continued on.

"For a while after that business with my husband, I really hated men and started looking at women differently.  I fell in with a crowd of women who were quite aggressive and got what they wanted by any means possible.  I think I wanted to be in control after my slave experience and learned how to be manipulative. For these women, it wasn't just sex.  They wanted the power and control.  After a while, I realized that I didn't want to turn into my former husband and that is when I decided I had to get away from that environment.  

So I pinned a map on the wall and with my eyes closed, threw a dart at it.  I am here as a result.

I was the aggressor in the relationship between Rita and me.  I originally seduced her and as part of the seduction I made the promise.  It seemed like a good idea at the time and somehow, it felt right too. Where did I get the idea?  I don't know, it just appeared as a thought, out of the blue. I suppose a psychiatrist would have a field day with my motivations and it may speak more to my needs than Rita's or yours.

Once we started the relationship, I could see Rita really needed that assurance.  At that time your Dad had just left again after one of their fights and She was feeling quite vulnerable.  She asked me if I meant the promise and I reassured her several times that I did."

Laura then turned and looked at me directly.

"Aaron, I went after Rita deliberately, knowing she was in a weakened state, knowing I could take advantage.  I wasn't being nice, I was doing whatever it took to get her in my bed.  The trouble was, I started to care for Rita.  

With Rita, although I started aggressively, I came to love her and began to realize that I really had some responsibility in the relationship.  That is why I remain committed to the promise.  I took something from her and I gave her my word.  I decided my word had to stand for something."

"But Jesus!  Your whole life?" I exclaimed.

"Are you complaining?" Laura smiled.  

"No, but the commitment is enormous," I said.  "Are you sure you want to do this."

"Don't ask me to give it up Aaron ...  Let me give you the parameters as I gave them to your Mom.  I will never chase after you, or call you outside of whatever bounds we set.  I will never be jealous of a relationship you are in.  I will always be available to you, and if I am in another relationship, that person will know about my commitment to you.  The only thing I ask is for you to call ahead and let me know when you will be with me.  I will make the necessary arrangements."

"This may not be a fair question given the circumstances, but my curiosity is getting the better of me Laura," I said.  "Which do you like better, men or women?"

"I am physically attracted to both sexes equally I think," She replied.  "But the real attraction is the inside person and the relationship which evolves.  I am very attracted to you, young as you are, because of who you are.  In fact, I have never found men your age very attractive at all, preferring somewhat older guys because of their more restrained presence.  Of course that too is often a ruse.  Men of all ages can be interested mainly in getting some. 

I replied, "I doubt I'm much different."

Aaron, I think I am right about you.  After you told me about Becky, I can see that you have a big heart.  That appeals to me."

Laura shifted slightly on the lawn chair and asked, "Aaron, I need to ask you about your plans for this Fall.  Are you going to attend college?"

I hadn't thought about this for a few days.  The reasons for not attending seemed to have dropped away to nothing.  I really didn't (and probably never had) want to move into town.  The whole idea was an escape plan to remove myself from what I thought was an intolerable situation.

I started to smile.  What an idiot I was.  If I didn't get my education underway, I would likely be stuck in a dead end job forever!

"I'm going to school," I replied grinning.  "Good thing I didn't cancel out while was in my "stupid" mode."

"Rita will be relieved," said Laura.  "I am too."

We sat for a few more moments, but it seemed like the time had come to rejoin the time stream.  

Laura rose and said, "I'm going to fix the bed, then I better get home."

I got up as well and said, "My car is still at your place."

She looked at me with surprise and said "I guess it is at that."

"I should go back to where I was working and get the tools," I thought out loud.

While Laura was making the bed, I cleaned up the kitchen and straightened up the living room.  My eyes caught something out of the ordinary, I turned and reached up onto the top of the floor lamp.  I lifted the dainty garment from the lampshade and held it up.  Laura's panties!  In my exuberance, I had really hurled them.  At that moment, Laura came down the stairs and said, "There they are!  Pass those over here Bucko, you don't want your woman to have no panties."

I wasn't sure about that, but cheerfully passed them to her and watched as she pulled them up, adjusted her skirt and called out "Ta Da,"  holding her arms out in the traditional pose of accomplishment. 

On the way to Laura's she brought up our lovemaking earlier in the day.  

"Aaron, you really surprised me when you went down on me.  I had very low expectations for a first time, but it felt like you had been doing it for years."

"Uh thanks," I said, a little embarrassed.  I really don't know why I should have been, but there it was.  "I just did what you said!"

"And what exactly did I say?"

"Well, you said there are lots of sensitive spots in your vagina and when I was touching the lips of your vagina, I could see that.  Then after you had had an orgasm while I was pressing on what you called your G-Spot, it just seemed natural to move to a spot beside it and see if you responded.  After that, it was just a pattern.  Find a new spot and attack!  

What was also interesting to me was how the first orgasm took a few minutes, but that the ones after that seemed to happen in less than a minute, not that I was timing them.  Do you know why that is?"

"Well, one of my former female lovers was good at providing multiple orgasms and she described the situation as similar to being on a plateau," answered Laura.  The first orgasm is like climbing the whole mountain, the rest start at a higher level and don't have as far to go as you are already in a heightened state of arousal.  That's how it seems to me too."

"Makes sense," I said, as Laura drove through the gate to her acreage.  She pulled up to the tractor and stopped.  

"I'll go and get the tools and stuff," I said.

"OK, I'll see you when you get back.  Come to the house, we'll have a drink."

The trailer was still out at the worksite.  The previous day's ride was top of mind as I rode out to get the tools and I think I must have grinned all the way there and all the way back with the trailer in tow.  I put them both under the leanto shelter where we kept it and strode, limping slightly now, to the house.

"That's quite a smile you have Mister," Laura joked.  "What's making you so happy?"

"I don't know, I can't stop.  I feel incredibly happy," I said.

"You've just lost your virginity," Laura replied.  "In the right circumstances there is nothing else like it."