0 comments/ 33098 views/ 0 favorites Awakening By: John26 You started to slowly emerge from the cobwebs of a deep, restful sleep. You were only vaguely aware of my tongue sliding up your legs. You must have first been awakened as I sucked your toes slowly into my mouth, sliding my lips around them... slipping my tongue between them as I sucked on one then the other. Nevertheless, you were still slightly lost in slumber, as my tongue slid over your ankles, slipping slowly up your calves, over your knees... toward the skin of your inner thighs. You started to awaken more as you felt my tongue work its way up your inner thighs, as I nibbled at your skin. As my tongue began to trace its way over the lips of your pussy, you realized that what was happening was not a dream. You remembered last night... the shower... the bed... the orgasms... the pleasure. You remembered that you were here with me. As your memory traced the events of the previous night, your lips began to moisten to my tongue. Your eyes opened as my tongue slid between your lips, under your hood, and touched upon your already hard clit. As you gasped, you moved your hand to place it on the back of my head, pulling it tighter on you. And then you realized – you couldn't move your hands – they were tied to the bedpost above your head. Your ankles were tied to the lower bedposts. You moaned, in a mixture of frustration, consent, and pleasure. Your hot, awakened body was spread before me. I continued pressing my tongue into your clit...then flicking it back and forth. Your hips bucked... a bit ... at the pleasure. As I slipped my lips around your clit, sucking it into my mouth, I slid my hands underneath you, pressing my palms onto the cheeks of your ass. With my hands, I pulled your mound closer to my face, as I continued sucking your hard clit into my mouth, flicking my tongue across it as I sucked. I pulled my hands apart, spreading the cheeks of your ass. One finger traced a circle around your tight anus, as my tongue slid off your clit, down between your lips. I sucked on your swollen lips, as the finger of my other hand reached to your clit. I slid the thumb of my right hand around your anal opening, at the moment that my tongue thrust inside you. You gasped. My tongue probed inside you, twisting. My left hand moved away from your clit, and slid up your body. It pinched your nipples. One, then the other. Pinched them hard. As my tongue began fucking you more vigorously. The tip of my thumb poked into your ass. Your hips bucked, and your legs went limp. You yelped, "Oh God, John, fuck me!" Having brought you to the brink of orgasm, I pulled away. I climbed up over you, kneeling above your torso. As I moved up your body, I drug the head of my cock over your belly, to your breasts. Rubbed the head of my cock over your rock hard nipples. Paused a moment to press your heaving breasts together, and drive my thick shaft between them. You shut your eyes, submitting to my desire. I continued moving up your body, until the head of my cock reached your chin. You opened your eyes to watch me slap your face with the throbbing head of my cock. I leaned forward, pressing the head of my cock to your lips, and then thrust it into your mouth. For a moment, you gagged; tears came to your eyes. But then you opened your eyes again, and looked into mine – we were both feeling extreme pleasure. The lust in our eyes was undeniable. You eagerly began sliding your tongue around my thick shaft as my hips moved back and forth, fucking your mouth. I pulled my cock out of your mouth and turned around, crouching down over your face. I dropped my balls into your mouth, and you eagerly lapped at them. Sucked them into your mouth. I moved back down toward your torso a bit, and drove my finger into your pussy. Your tongue slid back behind my balls. You could smell them... and taste them... bringing you to a higher level of arousal. Your tongue passed over my anus, and pushed at it. Again, I pulled away. I traveled back around, between your legs, my cock swollen, my balls hanging. I jammed it inside you. So big. It hurt. But felt so good. Your juices coated my shaft and dripped down it, slipping down my balls. I thrust. Once, twice, fifty times....my balls slapping against your ass as my cock drove deep inside you. And again, I looked into your eyes. I read them. Saw your desire. Knew what you wanted. I untied your legs, and lifted them up over your chest. Pressed them over my shoulders, your ankles resting next to my ears. Your ass now pointed straight up in the air, I pressed the head of my cock inside. Your tight asshole squeezed around my cock, and yet I drove it in until my balls rested along the rim. I pumped you. Hard. Driving my cock into the walls of your ass. Pressing along your g-spot with each thrust. You moaned. Screamed. Whimpered. Begged. Your body began to rock. Your whole body shivered, shook, tremored. All at once, you felt tingling in your nipples and your clit; your tight ass clamped around my cock as you reached a tantalizing orgasm. Body continued to shake. Continued to throb. And as you began to get limp, I pulled my glistening shaft from your ass and knelt over your face. One stroke with my hand. Another. My hot cum shot out, drenching your face. Dripping down your forehead, down your cheeks. I pressed my cock into your mouth, and the second shot coated your throat. You swallowed it, as my cock pulled out of your mouth. The remaining drops trickled down your chin. You slid your tongue down my cock as it went soft. Licked my balls clean of your juices and my cum. I lay down beside you. "Thank you, John," you whisper, "I am in Heaven." I press my lips to yours, and kiss you, slipping my tongue across yours, tasting our juices together, sharing them. "You are welcome, Samantha Roberts," I said. "And thank you. You are a delicious, delicious woman." I untied your arms, and walked over to pull apart the blinds. You walked over to me and we embraced. "We have apartments to inspect, and women to interview," I said. "We have a busy day ahead of us. Let's get to it." Awakening a Fantasy My wife and I have been married for 15 years and have an above normal sex life. We enjoy sex and all its ramifications but we have never tried having sex with other people until just recently. It all started quite by accident but it blossomed into a regular situation. We live in a condo complex of about 40 suites. I was helping plant some plants with a few of the other owners one Saturday morning, when I heard some moaning and groaning coming from one of the suites. These two were really going at it as they were getting louder and louder. I stopped and listened to the two and soon I felt another body beside me. My wife had come out and was listening to the moans too. As we stood there listening, another of the owners came over to see what we were doing. “Now that sounds like fun,” she said. “Maybe I can find out who that is and see if they would be interested in fucking me too. It sounds like he has a great cock and she loves fucking.” I looked over at my wife and she had a surprised look on her face. I looked at the other woman and started to notice some of her features. She wasn’t very tall but her breasts were well proportioned and she had a tight ass. She also had a surprised look on her face but there was more than just surprise in her eyes. I looked over at my wife again and she was grinning as she tried to hide the fact that she had heard this woman and her comments. I grinned back at her and took her hand, giving it a squeeze. The two making love finished with a loud grunt and moan and then there was silence. The three of us stood there for a minute or two more and then went back to what we were doing. After the afternoon was over, we were invited for coffee at one of the council’s suites. Since we were new to the complex, we didn’t know too many people and were surprised when the suite we ended up in was that of the woman from earlier today. There were five of us there and we talked and had a few coffees before some of the people started to leave. Finally, there was only the three of us left and we settled down on the soft couches and continued talking. After about 15 minutes, the talk came around to sex and much to both of our astonishment, this woman was very abrupt and candid about the subject. “Didn’t hearing those two making love this afternoon, turn you on,’ she said. “It did me and I wanted to be fucked right there and then.” Again, I couldn’t believe what this woman was saying and I wasn’t too sure what my wife was thinking. I didn’t look at her but I felt her stirring beside me. “It did,’ my wife said quickly. “I’m going to take my husband home and let him fuck me until we drop.” She grabbed my hand as she said it and I looked at her quickly. She had a lustful grin on her face and her eyes told me she was ready and more than willing. “You don’t have to go home,” the woman said. “You can make love right here, that is, if you don’t mind being watched.” My cock immediately started to rise against my shorts. My wife squeezed my hand and looked directly at the woman. “Would it bother you if we fucked in front of you?” she asked. “No, not at all and I’d love to see your husbands cock.” Now my cock was straining against my shorts and my wife very lightly, brushed her hand across my lap. The woman was watching us and looking at my crotch while she nonchalantly licked her lips. Before I could say or do anything, my wife spoke up. “Only if you don’t mind. I need a cock in me right now and I don’t care where we are as long as I have a cock fucking me.” She said. I had never heard my wife talking this way before and was taken back by her boldness and outright lust. She reached across and started massaging my cock through my pants. “Oh, take it out,’ the woman said. “I want to see it hard.” My wife started unzipping my shorts as the woman watched her. She undid my pants and reached inside, pulling my straining cock out in the open. The woman moaned when she saw my hard cock standing straight up and my wife leaned over and started licking the head and around its crown. I just leaned back in the couch and let her have her way with me as I watched her and the other woman. It wasn’t long before my wife had me completely hard and ready. She got off the couch and started to strip right in the living room. “Come on, honey, I need that inside me.” Who was I to argue. Here was my completely naked wife standing in the living room of a complete stranger, telling me to fuck her. I quickly got up and stripped my shorts and underwear, stepping out of them and removed my shirt. I moved into my wife’s arms and kissed her passionately as she reached down with her hand and started rubbing my cock. I heard the woman moan again and I quickly looked over at her. She had her shorts down around her ankles and was finger fucking herself as she watched us. My wife grabbed my hand and led me over to the end of the couch. She put a pillow over the arm and leaned down over it. “Come on, honey,” she said. “Stick that big rod in me and fuck the hell out of me.” I moved between her legs and thrust my hips forward, entering her wet pussy in one movement. I hit bottom as I started to thrust in and out of her. She was moaning into the pillow as I fucked her like I had never fucked her before. I could also hear the woman moaning louder as I continued plowing my wife’s cunt. It didn’t take long for me to start coming. Just before I did, I told my wife I was coming. The woman heard me and she said excitedly, “Yes come in her. I want to see you come in her cunt and fill her up with your spunk.” Hearing that made me come all the more and I spurted my seed deep inside my wife’s cunt over and over again. After grunting and groaning for a few minutes while I finished spurting into her, my wife slowly raised herself off the pillow. I pulled my softening cock out of her to let her up but wasn’t ready for what happened next. She sat on the couch and dipped a finger in herself, raising it to her mouth and sucking on it. As she did, she was looking directly at the other woman who now had all her clothes off and was fucking herself harder. She spread her legs and held her cunt lips open so the woman could see my sperm on them. She smiled at the woman and said, “Would you like to taste him on me?” I looked at my wife surprisingly and then heard the woman getting up. She came over and knelt in front of my wife and reached out with one finger, dipping it into her cunt. She then raised her finger to her mouth and sucked on it too. “Oh god, that tastes good,” she said. “Can I have some more?” “You can have all you want,” my wife said as she moved so the woman had complete access to her cunt. The woman, slowly bent forward and stuck her tongue out, tasting my wife. “This is a first for me,” she said. “”I’ve never sucked a cunt before.” She leaned forward again and this time, didn’t move away as she started lapping at my wife. I watched the woman for a few minutes as she lapped and sucked on my wife’s cunt. My wife was groaning loudly as the woman ate her and she held the woman’s head against her, trying to get her tongue deep inside her. The woman moved up and was working on my wife’s clit which made her moan louder and louder. I was hard again just from watching the two women and I moved behind the other woman. I raised her hips up and plunged my cock into her. Her wet cunt received it in one thrust and I started fucking her from behind as she continued eating my wife. Her groans were muffled by my wife’s cunt but she wiggled her ass and pushed back against me as I thrust in and out of her. He lifted her head and yelled, “Yes, that’s it. Fill me up with that hard cock. Fuck me harder.” I responded and was pounding away at her as she dove back between my squirming wife’s legs. After a few more thrusts, I started to spurt inside her and she groaned again as she felt me starting to come. I held myself against her ass as I finished and slowly pulled my cock out of her. She moved away from my wife and sat beside her on the couch. She spread her legs and looked at my wife. “Would you like to taste your husband on me?” she asked. My wife didn’t hesitate. She quickly got between the woman’s legs and started licking and sucking on her cunt. The woman reached out and grabbed my wife’s head and held it against her cunt. Here I was, having just fucked two women and was watching my wife eating a cunt. I had no idea that she was interested in other women but this could bring out some interesting possibilities. I sat down on the floor beside the two women and watched my wife bring the other woman to climax. After about ten minutes, the two women separated and both fell over on the couch, panting heavily. I waited for them to recover a little but it was the woman who came around the fastest. “I’m still horny,” she said. She reached out and held my wife’s face in her hands. “Would you fuck me?” she asked, looking straight into my wife’s eyes. “I’ve got just the right tool for us. Let me go get it.” She got off the couch and disappeared into her bedroom. Before I could say anything, she reappeared and handed my wife the biggest strap-on cock I had ever seen. “Fuck me with this,” she said, handing it to my wife. “I’ll help you put it on and then I want you to fuck me with it.” She pulled my wife to her feet and strapped the huge cock onto her. She then got down on her hands and knees in the middle of the room and looked back at my wife. “Come on, fuck me.” My wife moved between the woman’s legs and pointed the huge tool at her cunt. She leaned forward and plunged the cock deep inside the woman. Both of them groaned loudly as the huge cock plowed into the woman. My wife started slowly thrusting in and out of the woman’s cunt and soon the two of them were groaning and moaning louder and louder. My wife was fucking this woman hard and her thrusts were long and rapid. “Oh yes, fuck me.” “Pound my hole with that cock and make me come again,” the woman pleaded. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” she yelled. My wife was panting heavily now and was sweating from all the exertion. She continued though and pounded the huge cock in and out of the woman’s cunt as hard and as fast as she could. The two of them didn’t even know I was there watching them as they were totally engrossed with each other. Finally, my wife tired and had to stop. As she pulled the huge fake cock out of the woman’s cunt, the woman groaned loudly. My wife fell back on her haunches and was sweating profusely. The woman turned around and looked at my wife. “Since you are spent, would you mind if I took another turn at your husbands wonderful cock?” she asked. “Go ahead,” my wife answered as she tried to regain her breath. The woman turned to me and grabbed my cock. She pulled me over to her and engulfed me. She swirled her tongue around its head and the crown and soon had me hard again. She sucked on me for a few more minutes and then looked up at me with a big grin on her face. “I want that big cock inside me again,” she said. “I want you to fuck me again.” With that she moved down onto the floor, pulling me with her and spread her legs wide. She pulled my cock to her cunt and I pushed it inside her. “Oh yes,” she said. “That’s what I want. I need you to fuck me bad. I need your cock.” I started thrusting in and out and she squealed in delight at the feeling of my hard cock rubbing her walls as I fucked her. She was soon groaning loudly again and she raised her legs up over my shoulders. I leaned forward and up onto my arms so I could really pound her. I was thrusting in and out of her from above now and every time I thrust fully into her, she moaned loudly. I lasted longer this time and fucked this woman as hard as I could. Finally, I started coming and she reached around, grabbing my ass, holding me against her as I spurted into her over and over again. I finished and slowly pulled my softening cock out of her as she lowered her legs off my shoulders. Again she sat up and looked at my wife. “Do you want to taste us again?” she asked. I was dead tired but my wife was ready to go again. She moved between the woman’s legs and started cleaning my come out of her. I watched her tongue go in and out of the woman’s cunt, lapping and sucking up all my come. After a few minutes, they were finished and they sat up. The woman looked directly at my wife. “Can I fuck you?” she asked. I looked at my wife as she nodded. The woman got up and put the strap-on cock on herself. My wife moved down on her back on the floor and spread her legs. I could see the moisture on her lips and I watched the woman get down on her knees and point the huge cock at her cunt. She slowly entered my wife and stopped when the full length of the fake cock was inside her. “Doesn’t that feel good?” she asked my wife. “Wait until you feel it plunging in and out of you. You’ll think you died and went to heaven,” she continued as she slowly pulled the long, hard cock out of my wife. My wife was moaning softly as the woman slowly pushed the entire length back into her. She started to thrust slowly at first but was soon plowing the cock in and out of my wife. They were both moaning loudly now and my wife was yelling at the woman as she fucked her. “Oh yes, fuck me.” After about ten minutes of watching the two women fuck, my wife suddenly stopped her. “Will you fuck me in my ass?” she asked. The woman just grinned and pulled the long cock out of my wife’s cunt. She waited as my wife got on her hands and knees and pointed the cock at her back hole. She moved forward and rubbed the cock against my wife’s hole. My wife wiggled her ass at her and yelled, “Put that thing inside me. Fuck me hard with that huge cock. I want to feel it fucking me.” The woman pushed against my wife’s hole and the fake cock slowly entered her anal canal. She screamed out in pain at first but then relaxed and started pushing back against the woman. “Get the whole thing inside me,” she said through gritted teeth. “I want the whole thing inside me.” The woman kept pushing the fake cock into my wife’s ass until the entire length was inside her. She stopped and held herself against my wife’s ass before slowly pulling it out again. She pushed it back into my wife again and started the thrust in and out slowly. “Oh yes,” my wife yelled, “Fuck me harder.” The woman started speeding up her thrusts and my wife groaned even louder as she did. I watched the two women for a long time, marveling at the way they moved and how much enjoyment they were getting. After about 15 minutes, the woman tired and she pulled the long cock out of my wife. My wife just slumped forward on the floor, completely spent. The woman slowly took off the fake cock and fell to her knees, panting. I waited for their breathing to slow before I said anything. “Wow, you two really know how to fuck. I never knew you wanted it up your ass before,” looking over at my hot and sweating wife. “I like it up my ass too,” the woman said quickly, looking at me with a huge grin on her face. “Any takers?” I didn’t hesitate, moving over to her as she raised her legs up over her head, giving me access to her ass hole. I pointed my cock at her and pushed forward. I felt the head, go past her splinter and then start down her canal. “Oh, that feels good,” she said as I continued to push my cock inside her. “”Take your time and fuck me hard.” I reached the end and held myself against her before starting to thrust in and out. She squealed, loudly as I fucked her ass and I soon spurted my come up inside her. She groaned loudly when she felt my hot come spurt up into her. “Fill me up,” she yelled as I continued spurting my come into her. “I want to feel all your come inside me.” After a few minutes, I slowly pulled my cock out of her. It came out with a slight pop and my come started running down her legs. She reached over and scooped it off herself with her fingers before sticking them in her mouth. She sucked loudly on her fingers as she tasted my come again and again. Now I was done. I couldn’t have gotten it up again if my life depended on it and the two women had had enough too. We all just relaxed and my thoughts were on how this was going to end or if this was the start of something more. After we all settled down, I stood up and gathered my clothes together. The two women slowly did the same and after we dressed, we just sat, looking at each other with grins on our faces. “You can fuck me anytime,” the woman said. “Maybe we can get together on a regular basis and fuck and suck each other again and again.’ “I’d like that,” my wife answered. “I’d like to feel that huge cock up my ass again. It was the best fuck I have ever had.” She quickly looked at me and grabbed my hand, squeezing it as she spoke. I knew what she meant and I wasn’t hurt by her comment. “Only next time,” the woman said, “I want to watch your husband fuck you in the ass.” “When do you want to come over?” my wife grinned. Awakening Amelia's Malomar My awakening, though a bit late, was dramatic and all-encompassing. Before that Sunday afternoon, sex was something I just didn’t quite get. I was curious, only natural, but most of my curiosity was about why everyone thought it was such a big deal. That all changed the afternoon shortly after my eighteenth birthday when, motivated by sheer boredom, I went snooping around in my parent’s bedroom. They were out at a barbeque at my Dad’s boss’s house, which meant they would be gone all day and would be pretty well drunk when they got home. I went into their room and started going through drawers, not really looking for anything. I was very surprised to find what my Mom and Dad kept hidden in their respective underwear drawers. Under my Dad’s ratty boxers I found several raunchy magazines, a small baggy of weed and some rolling papers. The porno mags weren’t all that unexpected, but the pot really blew my mind. I had thought that my Dad was completely un-cool. I just couldn’t picture him toking up. In my Mom’s drawer, among her tasteful underthings, was an even greater surprise. A pearly-white plastic device the approximate size and shape of a flashlight. I was pretty sure my parents didn’t fuck anymore but, based on the evidence, I had to conclude that they both had healthy masturbation habits. I pinched off a small amount from my Dad’s stash, not enough that he would notice, helped myself to one of the more interesting-looking magazines, and retired to my own bedroom with my mother’s dildo. Prior to that, I had only masturbated with my hand (except for the time I tried spreading my legs under the bathtub faucet, but that took too damn long.) There was also a light heavy petting experience with Jeremy Tilden, during which he managed to get his hand down my pants for a little while. Like I said, I never really saw what the big deal was. I was starting to get turned on, though, by the pot and by the pictures in my Dad’s magazine. Mostly it was airbrushed women with big fake boobs, and a few pictures of hairy unattractive men with very large penises. Somehow, though, the sleaziness of the whole thing made it more appealing. And the letters were interesting. After flipping through the pages for a few minutes, I was primed and ready. I switched on my Mom’s vibrator and slid it into my - - - -. That’s another thing, I was never sure what to call it. My best friend Jane, we’ll get to her in a minute, talked about her “cooch” quite a bit. That always seemed trashy to me. My Mom, when she deigned to refer to female genitals at all, only called them “vaginas.” That’s about as sexy as Biology class. None of the names seemed to work. Cunt- that’s so blunt and obscene. Pussy- what is it, a little kitty cat? Most of the other words for it I associated with jokes told by guys at school, a total turn-off. So whatever you want to call it, it was all of the sudden dripping wet and buzzing in a hysterically ticklish way. It was like, whoa baby. I only had time to think that this thing I had stuck inside mine had been stuck inside my Mom’s and that was a little fucked up, but weirdly cool. Then I got off hard. What I had took for orgasms before, turns out were only tremors. This was a full-on earthquake. My - - - - started clenching and twitching and I was afraid for one terrifying second that I wouldn’t be able to get the wonderful plastic toy out of me when I was done and how was I going to explain that? Then it slid out with a moist little pop and I was a woman. “Jesus,” I said out loud. Blasphemy seemed appropriate. I washed my first real lover off in the sink and put everything back where I had found it. Then I called Jane and told her all about my afternoon. “That is so wild, Amelia,” she said approvingly. “I have to try it.” Jane was my best friend, and we told each other everything. Or, that is, she told me everything. I never had anything to tell her. I was totally backwards when it came to sex, but she was the complete opposite. She had tried, or claimed to have tried, just about everything. I know for a fact that she had fucked Mr. Wilkins, our English teacher. And, according to Jane, the reason Susan Hanke didn’t speak to her anymore was because she had caught Jane with her Dad. Then, last summer at church camp she had sucked off four guys in an hour, and this feat had become the stuff of high school legend. Jane was every guy’s dream; pretty, blonde, a model’s figure (big breasts but otherwise thin) and enthusiastic about putting out. I was the complete opposite; a plain-looking dumpy brunette with glasses, for all purposes frigid. But for all Jane’s exploits, she had never tried a vibrator. I was proud that I was one up on her in even a small way. Later that week, she came over. My Mom was taking an art class at the college, and my Dad was working late. “Let’s see it,” Jane said. We had a joint on Dad, then took turns with Mom’s little friend. Jane went first, and the thing was still wet from her when I used it. I can’t say why that turned me on so much, but my orgasm this time was even more intense. Maybe the fact that Jane was watching had something to do with it. I don’t know, but I damn near passed out. “God damn,” Jane said. “That was kinda cool.” For a couple weeks after that, whenever the parental units were out I snuck down Mr. Buzzy (as I had started calling him.) I started to resent them when they wouldn’t leave. I was hooked. Still, though, the prospect of actual sex didn’t seem any more enticing than it had before. Maybe it was just because all the guys I knew at school were complete morons. Jane and I went on a double date with Chuck Kaylor and Marty Horn about a month after I had discovered the joys of buzzing plastic. I got stuck with Marty, of course. We went to the park and, while Jane and Chuck got to it on a blanket a few feet away, Marty just wasn’t doing anything for me. He was all thumbs, for one thing. He groped my tits like he was trying to milk a cow. “Do you swallow?” he whispered hopefully in my ear. That kind of ruined the mood. “Maybe I’m a lesbian,” I said to Jane one night when she was sleeping over, about a week after the ill-fated date. The parents were in the room, asleep, so we couldn’t get at my Mom’s toy or my Dad’s weed, and had to make due with the liquor cabinet. “Huh,” she said. “You wanna find out?” We tried, honest we did. She was a good kisser, and better with her hands than any guy I had been with. I even kind of liked playing with her breasts, they were so much fuller than my own. But by the time she said, “Can I taste your cooch?” I was completely un-aroused. She licked me eagerly down there, but to no avail. I wasn’t going anywhere. “You’re not into this, are you?” she asked. “Sorry.” “You want to taste mine?” “No thanks.” I sighed heavily, very frustrated by the whole experience. Jane shrugged, got herself off quickly and efficiently with her hand, then rolled over and went to sleep. The next morning, I could barely look her in the eye, but she put me at ease with her characteristic directness. “Quit bein’ weird,” she said. “So we tried something different, big deal. At least you know now that you’re not a dyke. We just have to find out what you are into.” She suggested older men, since I was obviously not into guys our age. “They last longer, know what they’re doing, and never brag about you to anybody,” she said. “I don’t know,” I said. Somehow a leering pervert old enough to be my Dad didn’t do much for me either. “Maybe I just like vibrators.” “Well,” Jane said. “You should at least get your own, then.” I didn’t even know where to buy one. But Jane said that she had been in a porno shop downtown that had a whole wall of all kinds of stuff like that. I was embarrassed to go into that kind of place, but Jane not only insisted that we go down there right away, but also that we did so “dressed slutty.” I argued for a while, but eventually gave in and changed into a flowered dress which had fit me just fine two years ago, but now was so tight I could barely breathe. The skirt which had once reached my knees now didn’t even come close. “Lose the panties,” Jane said. “Come on, Jane,” I said. “No.” “Why do it halfway?” Finally, I agreed to this condition as well. We went to Jane’s house and she changed into a black party dress capable of making a grown man cry. She was as naked underneath as I was. I know it turned her on to dress like that. “God,” she said. “I’m horny enough to fuck just about anybody.” So we were on our way. We drove downtown to the porno store. I was nervous, giggling like a little girl. Jane wasn’t making things any better. “Wait,” she said before we went inside. “How’s my THO?” Her shorthand for “titty hard-on.” Jane’s nipples were standing out against the black fabric of her dress like Good’N’Plenties. “Looks good,” I said. “You need some help,” she said, then reached over with both hands and gave my nipples a good hard pinch until they stuck out as much as hers. “Now we’re ready.” Taking as deep a breath as my tight dress would allow, I followed Jane into the dim recesses of the porno store. I’m not sure what I’d expected. I thought it would have been somehow more immoral and dangerous-looking. At first glance, thought, it appeared to be a regular video store with book and magazine racks. It wasn’t until you got a closer look at the fleshy box covers or the strange devices hanging from the walls that you knew what kind of place you were in. We stepped inside and headed over to a shelf of videos, but were stopped by a man’s voice. “I’m going to see some ID’s, girls,” it said. I turned apprehensively, feeling like I was busted, and got a huge surprise. The store clerk was gorgeous. He was just a few years older than us, young twenties, tall and lanky. He had dark hair, dense eyebrows and intense brown eyes. My mouth wasn’t the only thing that was watering. I felt a drop of moisture run down the inside of my thigh and remembered what I wasn’t wearing. I suddenly felt very, very naked. We surrendered our ID’s and the clerk glanced them over with no apparent interest in anything except our dates of birth. “We’re legal, aren’t we, sir?” Jane asked coyly. “Barely,” the clerk growled, then went back behind the counter. He opened what looked like a textbook of some kind and started reading, not paying us another bit of attention. Working his way through college, I surmised. I was even more impressed. “He’s hot,” I whispered to Jane. “The clerk?” she shrugged. “He’s kinda cute, in a way.” “He’s fucking beautiful.” “You really think so?” Jane said. “Huh. You want to get together with him?” “God yes.” “Well, I’m sure that can be arranged. Let’s get what we came here for first.” We browsed the porn for a while, out of curiosity. Every kind of kink imaginable was represented, whatever a person might conceivably be into. There was even a gay section, men with men. I’d never seen anything like it. Jane wasn’t as shocked as I was. “Yeah, fags are kinda cool. You remember Justin Peters? He was the one who taught me how to give blow jobs. Trust me, if you want to know how to do that really well, get a gay guy to teach you.” We checked out the Wall of Toys next. Again, I was amazed at the wide variety, but Jane was still nonchalant. “What do you think is more me?” she asked, holding up two boxes. “Hot pink variable-speed clit-buzzer or gigantic black cock dildo?” “Uh . . .” “Right. Better get both. I wonder if they have something I can use in my ass.” I finally, meekly, chose a plain white “muscle massager” about the same as my Mom’s. We carried our purchases up to the counter. It was only then that I realized, with mortification, that the cute clerk would have to ring me up. “I can’t do it,” I said. “Come on,” Jane dragged me up to the counter and we put our toys down by the register. I was blushing so hard I thought my face was going to burst into flames, but the clerk barely even looked up from his textbook. “You need batteries with that?” he asked automatically. “Sure, hook us up,” Jane said. The clerk grabbed some batteries from behind the counter. Then, to my surprise, he pulled my vibrator out of its box and inserted the batteries. He switched it on and nodded at the familiar hum. “What are you doing?” Jane asked. “I’ve got to check to make sure it works,” he said. “If it’s broken, you can’t exactly return it.” He had his hands on something that would soon be in my - - - -. This thought made me tingle all over. I was literally weak in the knees. Jane put our purchases on her Mom’s credit card. When the transaction was complete, I was so light-headed with arousal and embarrassment that I just had to get out of there. Jane, however, had another idea. “Excuse me,” she said to the clerk. “My friend has never used a vibrator. Do you think you could show her how?” “Jane!” The clerk looked up at us, frowning. “What?” “Those booths back there,” Jane indicated a door that said ‘Private Viewing Booths.’ “Why don’t you take her back there and show her what to do with it? We’ll pay extra.” I was a little relieved to see that the clerk was now blushing as hard as I was. “Is this a . . . a joke?” he stammered. “No joke,” Jane said. “Is it, Amelia?” It was all I could do to shake my head. “I have to stay on the counter,” he protested feebly, his eyes looking around at the few men wandering the aisles. “I’ll watch the counter for you,” Jane said. “I bet you’ll sell twice as much smut with me at the register.” “B-b-but . . .” he was really stuttering now. “You don’t know how to . . .” “Really, how hard can it be?” Jane grabbed his sleeve and pulled him out from behind the counter. She gave us both a push and before I could protest, I was following the clerk through the door. I wasn’t so out of it that I didn’t notice how firm and cute his ass was. We walked down a short hallway containing half a dozen little booths separated by curtains. I could tell that there were men in at least a couple of them, I could hear the moaning on the video soundtracks. The air was full of a strange bleachy smell. The clerk led me inside the last booth and shut the curtain. He turned to me. “Listen, this is just too weird. No offense, I think you’re very attractive, but I can’t just . . .” his voice broke off. “How about if we go out to dinner and a movie sometime, and then maybe . . .” “What’s your name?” I interrupted. “Josh,” he said. “Listen, Josh,” I said. “It takes a lot to get me turned on, and right now I’m so horny for you I can’t see straight. If I don’t seize this moment, I might stay a virgin for the rest of my life. So shut the fuck up and take off your pants.” I couldn’t believe it. It was like Jane had taken over my mouth. Josh just goggled at me. “You’re a . . .” “Jesus,” I said, tearing open his belt. “I told you to shut up.” He kissed me then, full on the mouth. I had never really been turned on by the whole tongue-down-the-throat thing, but I wanted to eat this boy up. His hands were all over my tits and I frantically worked at his fly. I think I tore the zipper, but I didn’t hear him complain. “Sit down,” I commanded, pushing him back onto the stool. His cock (in my head I actually used the word “cock”!) was swollen and gorged, club-like and alien. “What’s wrong with your . . .” “I’m not cut,” he said, as if ashamed. “You’re not what?” “I’m not circumcised,” he was blushing again. “Oh my God,” I’d never even seen a picture of one like that. I took it in my hand, experimentally, and rolled the foreskin back. The head popped out, glistening with pearly moisture. I’d heard Jane talk about “pre-cum” before and I guessed that’s what this was. “I like how it tastes,” Jane had said. So I kneeled down and licked the little white bead of moisture off the head of Josh’s penis. She was right. The taste was musky and sweet at the same time, strangely enticing. I took the cock-head into my mouth, running my tongue in circles around it, trying to coax more of this precious fluid. I’d never really given head before, and was afraid I might be doing it wrong, but Josh moaned and I could feel the thing swell even larger in my mouth. I must have been doing something right. He made me stop, though. “You sit down,” he said, pushing me away. We traded places. He kneeled before me as I sat on the stool. “Spread your legs,” he gasped. I obeyed. “You’re not wearing panties,” he said. He was staring at my - - - - with intense concentration. Then he sucked it. Oh my God. Believe it or not, the only person who had ever gone down on me had been Jane during our little “experiment.” She’d licked it rather daintily, but Josh sucked it. There was no other word to describe what he did. His mouth was open wide and his lips and tongue were going crazy, and he was making these slurping and gulping noises. I came so hard I nearly fell off the stool. He stood up, his face dripping. “Your Malomar is so sweet,” he gasped. “My what?” “Oh, uh,” Josh blushed again. “That’s what I call it. Uh . . .” “Like the cookie?” “Uh, yeah.” “Huh,” I kind of liked that. Malomar. It was better than any of the other words, anyway. His cock was pointing like an arrow right at the bulls-eye of my dripping Malomar. I spread my legs wider. More than anything in the world I wanted that big cock inside me. “Shit,” Josh swore. “What’s wrong?” “I don’t have a condom.” “Who the fuck cares?” I snarled. “I care,” Josh said. “And so should you. Now just wait a second. There’s plenty up front. Let me just grab one.” He tried to get his pants back on, but his zipper was ruined and there was no way he was going to get that monstrous hard-on contained. “I’ll go,” I said. “Hurry,” he begged. He didn’t have to tell me that twice. I ran down the little hallway back up to the front counter. Jane was manning the register, surrounded by perverts. I think she was enjoying the attention. She smiled when she saw me coming. “I was going to ask you how it was going, but from the looks of you, it must be going pretty well.” “I need a condom,” I said, getting some amazed looks from the horny middle-aged guys. “Good,” Jane said. “I have taught you well, my young padawan.” There were all these little bins in front of the register, each filled with a bewildering array of multi-colored condom wrappers. There was no time to choose, so I just grabbed one and ran back to the booth. I was a little surprised to find Josh stroking himself when I got back. He looked up, embarrassed, when he saw me. “I, uh, didn’t want it to go down.” “Whatever,” I said, and tore open the condom wrapper with my teeth. I rolled it onto Josh’s big fat prick. When it was on, I burst out laughing. I just couldn’t help it. “What?” Josh said. “Look,” I laughed. I had grabbed one of those gag novelty condoms. It was bright yellow, with eyes and a smiley face on the head. It made his cock look like a big happy yellow snake. “Oh, shit,” he was laughing, too. “Maybe you should get another one.” “Fuck that,” I said. “Fuck me.” Oh, he did. He plunged that cheery banana into my cream-center Malomar before the words were out of my mouth. I felt myself lifted off my feet, thrown back against the wall of the booth. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him even deeper inside. I was fucked. His cock was twice as thick as my Mom’s vibrator and fleshy and alive instead of hard plastic. It was so much better, so unbelievably tight and hot. His hands groped my buttocks. One finger grazed my back door and I never thought I’d want that but now I did, God yes. I nodded and he knew what I meant and he slid his finger into my asshole and plunged it in and out while he screwed me up against the wall. I screamed and he put his mouth over mine to stifle the sound and he tasted like my Malomar, sweet and dark. He made a noise like an animal and I knew he was coming. I felt the rubber inflate like a balloon inside me as he pumped it full of his stuff. I could picture it, and the picture made me come, too. I cried out his name and God’s name and a lot of words I’m not sure I’ve ever used. Awakening Amelia's Malomar Then it was done. I could no longer complain about my virginity, that was for sure. Josh set me down on the floor, but my legs were unsteady and I had to sit on the stool. I watched with interest as he peeled off the rubber. It looked like he had come about a gallon. “I, uh, don’t have a girlfriend,” he said, by way of explanation for the startling volume of his ejaculate. “Maybe you and I could, you know . . .” “Sure, Josh,” I nodded wearily. “Give me a call.” I watched him put his glistening, drooping cock away, then pull his shirt down over his fly to conceal the fact that the zipper was busted. Together we went back out front. Everybody knew. All the perverts knew that I had just been fucked in the back room and I found that I liked them all knowing. It made me feel powerful, like I had something over all of them. “Details,” Jane said as we were driving home. “Big, fat, hairy, sweaty details.” “I think I’ll write it down for you,” I said. So that’s what this is. The story of how I learned the true name of my Malomar. And it’s all true. No one can eat just one.