0 comments/ 16648 views/ 1 favorites The Awakening Ch. 01 By: InNeed101 Thom was so nervous, he was trembling a bit. He had done exactly as Andrea had advised earlier in the week. He went out and spent some serious money at the adult store, taking great care in purchasing the specified items. The drive to her home on Friday evening was painstakingly long, giving more than ample time to make his nerves raw with anticipation. This would be their first time together and he wasn't exactly sure what to expect. He had some ideas, but he was beginning to believe that his mind was making more of it than was reality. He found the address she had written on the little scrap of paper. After shutting off the car, he grabbed the store bag and headed to the front door. Expecting to just ring the doorbell, as he rounded to the entrance, he noted a folded piece of paper with his name on it taped to the door. When he unfolded it, he read it: "Lock the door behind you and fix yourself a drink in the living room." Taking a deep breath, he opened the door and entered the abode. Being certain to lock the door, he turned around and took in the sight of the living room. Even though it was still mid-morning, the room had been darkened by heavy curtains over the windows. Candles were lit and placed about the room. The heady scent of candles and incense aroused him even more. There was a dark colored, large, overstuffed, leather couch against the far wall. A matching love seat and recliner set on either side of the couch. The black entertainment stand to the left held a big screen TV with a porn movie playing. It was obviously an amateur film. The volume was low, but he could hear everything going on with the images in front of him. He fixed himself a drink, as ordered, and sat in the middle of the large couch, his eyes transfixed on the moving excitement on the screen. His eyes settled on the blond woman. She was dressed the part of the Dominatrix, wearing an obviously soft, black leather corset with matching gloves. Her legs were encased in thigh-high, black, patent-leather, high-heeled boots. Just above the tops of the boots were the tops of black stockings. She possessed an aura of absolute authority mixed with a sensuality that somehow seemed familiar to him, although he had never before performed in such acts of extreme depravity. She was staring down at a man who was on his knees in front of her in absolute submission, the upper portion of his body flattened out over an overstuffed couch. As he tried to focus on the surroundings of the movie, he noted some movement to the left of the entertainment stand and suddenly, the form of Andrea came into the flickering light of the candles. His realization of what was happening came as he recognized her garb. He took in a quick gasp as he noted her obviously soft, black leather corset with matching gloves and the thigh-high, black, patent-leather, high-heeled boots. Taking a quick second to look back at the screen, it occurred to him why there was such familiarity in the porn movie; the brunette Andrea was wearing a blond wig in the video. Andrea didn't walk any further than the entertainment stand. In fact, she crossed her arms and analyzed him accusatorily. Apparently, smiling wasn't part of her repertoire. "Did you go to the store as I told you to?" she asked. Thom meekly shook my head and was able to get out a weak, "sure did", thinking I might be able to illicit a smile. She lashed out in anger, "That's Yes, Ma'am, you little twit!" "Y-y-yes, Ma'am," He stuttered. She rolled her eyes in disgust and walked into the room, controlling the whole scene with her mere presence. "And another thing! You will not look up unless you are told to. You will look only at the carpet!" "Yes, Ma'am, " he managed to reply. She yelled for him to get on his hands and knees and he did as he was told, the only noise being some low moaning from the television. He wasn't able to determine who exactly it was that was moaning, but the sounds made his own predicament more real somehow. She slowly sashayed over to where he bowed, the sound of the moving leather stirring some feelings in his groin. Her boots rested directly in front of his face. He stared at his reflection in her beautiful boots. "Well, lick them already!" she demanded. He hesitatingly started with few little tentative licks. After that, though, he began to get a feel for it. "What a piece of shit! If that's the best I'm gonna get out of you, you might as well leave, you worthless little fuck!" she ranted. He began tongue-washing her boots in earnest. After about five minutes of this, she walked away from him and sat on the recliner. She crossed her legs and stared at him for a moment. "Remove your clothing, Worm" she quietly commanded. He stripped down to nothing. "Now, dump out your shopping bad and place your clothing in it." Thom took the plastic bag and turned it over, spilling it's contents onto the couch. He then placed his clothes into the bag. He returned to his position on the floor. She walked over, glanced at the goods on the couch, and picked up his bag. She walked out of the room and left him there alone with only the sounds of the video, the man beginning to cry out. He so desperately wanted to look up and view the torment, but didn't dare. He was only there for a few minutes, but it seemed an eternity that she was gone. Andrea returned to the room and sat on the couch next to the purchases and placed her leather-clad legs on Thom's back like an ottoman. She began rifling through the items he bought. She removed the tag from the spiked collar, then placed it around his neck. Next, she removed the price tag from the leather leash and attached it to the collar. Then, she took the leather hood out and ran the zippers open and closed to ensure they were of good quality. There were zippers over the eyes, mouth, and along the back to secure it tightly about the head. She tossed it onto the far side of the couch, next to the red ball gag and large tube of KY Jelly, and said, "That'll come in handy later." She opened the package containing the strap-on and looked it over approvingly. "Nice choice, Worm! You must have relished the thought of it, didn't you?" she sneered. Blushing, he could only mutter a, "Yes, Ma'am," at which time she just snickered to herself. Both Andrea and Thom this would be a very long night indeed. The Awakening Ch. 01 Let me begin by saying, I love sex. I love cumming. I love cocks. And, I love head, both giving and receiving. But, it wasn't always this way for me. In fact, I think it would be fair to say that I was the prim, demure and cold one, much to the chagrin of my long term partner. At the ripe old age of 40, I found myself, and I never intend to lose that person again. How does this happen you ask? I am sure there are many women out there, who would like to have the same transformation; and I have seen ads from men who would like to know how to help the women in their lives love sex as much as they do. Unfortunately, this is not a how to article, what this is is the story of the road I traveled to my awakening. You could call it my sexual awakening, but since it affects my life as a whole, I simply call it my awakening. Prior to my awakening, I was a professional woman (well technically, that hasn't changed) and I led what many would consider a charmed life. I was happy with my life, I was in a long term relationship, I had great friends and life seemed perfect. But I wasn't truly happy with myself. The bottom line was I had no self esteem. Looking back now, it is obvious to me that it was a self-preservation tactic of my partner to allow me to continue through life thinking that I had little to offer any one else in the world and I was very lucky to have him. I lived that life for over 20 years, counting my blessings for what I had even if what I had was what my partner wanted, not what I wanted. To put it bluntly, I had learned to be happy with sex once a month and one orgasm during that time and I was very thankful to have found someone who wanted me. Not so bad some of you may say, but that all changed two years ago, almost overnight. On this day, into my life walked Sam. Sam and I knew each other through happenstance. We had known each other for years actually. Through those years, when I looked at Sam I got goose bumps from the top of my head to the bottom of my feet and amazingly, something else would happen as well, something I wasn't at all familiar with....my pussy would get amazingly wet. All of this was very one sided I knew, but I sure enjoyed the feelings he raised in me. Occasionally, we would have accidental contact that was not so accidental. I would be standing behind him and I would rub my tits against his back or when he would hug me goodbye I would turn so my tit was in his hand. All innocent flirting it seemed at the time. All innocent until one day Sam put words to the game and a whole new world was opened up for me. An amazing man is Sam. He is one of those men that you dream about but never expect to find. We could share everything together, sexual, physical and life in general. Sam not only continually reminded me he would never judge and he truly wanted to hear about the pieces of my life, but he showed me daily. Sam encouraged me to enjoy life and offered to do anything he could to help me. I began by telling him that I already enjoyed life, but as he asked me questions about my sexual life, I realized I had been hiding from myself for years. Sam asked about past adventures and helped me to rewrite some pages of my history. I had written off these past experiences as just that, things that happened in the past, embarrassing pubescent moments, really. Sam showed me that these experiences made me who I am, and he also showed me that despite how I portrayed myself, I was a lot more adventurous than I gave myself credit for. I think it would be fair to say that this was step one of my awakening. Sam always seemed very interested in what I had to say and I didn't mind opening up with him. Looking back now, I have to admit that Sam knows more about me than any other person in this world. And I am very comfortable with that. So, let's start at the beginning. I think it might help to explain how much of a change I have made in the last two years. I grew up in a home where modesty was expected and sex was a taboo topic of discussion. Let's just say that when I first started menstruating, my mother asked me "You know what this is right?", and when I answered yes, that was the last that was ever said about it. I had my first boyfriend at 13 and we dated off and on through high school and into college. My parents never felt the need to tell me the birds and the bees. Sex was not only something we didn't talk about, apparently it didn't happen in the world and anyone who said it did must be lying!!! My first boyfriend and I learned about sex together. He was 14 and had as little experience as I did, but he had older siblings so he must have learned something from them. As kids do, we explored each others bodies. He gave me my first orgasm while rubbing my clit as I sat in the backseat of his mother's car as she drove us to the movies At the time I didn't know what it was, I just knew it felt good. I learned how to give a blow job on him though I refused to let him return the favor because it seemed so dirty for him to go down on me. At sixteen I finally bought into his theory that if we had sex now, it would make it so much more pleasurable should we ever get married. (Yes guys, I am fond of saying if you find them young enough and dumb enough, they will believe pretty much anything). Even after that first time, our sexual congress consisted of no kissing, no foreplay, and no orgasms for me. My boyfriend would climb between my legs, stick his hard cock into my pussy and push until it made it in. Wet, what was that? But, I didn't know any better...it was all I knew. And life continued liked that until we broke up and I was on my own entering the dating scene. During this time, I hooked up with a couple of guys. One took me to prom and when we got home and my parents weren't home yet, he pulled me into his lap in his car, pulled my panties to the side and tried to stick his dick in me; tried being the operative word here. I was scared to death my parents would come home, I was wearing this huge Southern Bell type dress and there was no foreplay involved. Again, I was dating someone who felt the shove until it fits method was the most effective. As you might imagine, that relationship pretty much ended there. I next dated a young man who had even less experience than I did. He was pining for an older woman and I was a passing phase I guess. We had sex one time. The act took a little longer that it had with the other guys, but there was still no foreplay or excitement. Of course, it might have only gotten that far because I took my job as the experienced one seriously and I gave him his first blow job, if you can call sucking on his cock without the use of any hands a blow job. I was scared to death he would actually cum in my mouth so I pulled off way early and had to give him somewhere to finish so I offered my pussy. We were on a walk outside, on a rural road in an unfinished subdivision. He was lying on the asphalt and I was kneeling on top of him riding his cock. I don't think my knees will ever be the same after that kind of road rash, but we did finish the act. He came, I didn't and it seemed a little less painful than sex any other time I had had it. This relationship also ended pretty quickly, the guy couldn't get past the older woman he was pining for. I guess it is only fair to admit at this point that he was not the only one who had a crush on someone older. I had a crush on two older guys I knew. These guys were four years older than me. What high school girl doesn't dream of doing a college age guy? Like a dream come true, my first hook up with these guys was when I was 15. Our families were camping together and I had gone with these two guys for a ride one night. We ended up parked out in the woods and before I knew it, I was laying across their laps. My pants were down and one guy was pumping his fingers in and out of my pussy as I had my hand wrapped around the cock of the other guy and my lips locked on his. This was definitely a first for me. I remember the guys talking like I wasn't even there, talking about how the truck smelled like pussy and making other fun comments to each other that I didn't understand. I thought I had grown up and had myself a real boyfriend, or maybe two, but after that night, those guys never talked to be about that evening again. I was so embarrassed, I was sure that I was the subject of much laughter between the two of them and their friends. I was sure that I had done something wrong. What a baby, I could hear them saying in my head. Over the next few years, I continued to try and make a positive impression on these two guys. I gave one of them a blow job at a party, behind the closed door in a room while the party continued on. He kept telling me what a great job I was doing and before I knew it he had cum in my mouth. OMG, how gross. How could he do that to me? Apparently, he talked to the other guy and one day I returned home to find the other guy at my house. He told me he had heard I gave good head and he wanted a chance to experience it. We were sitting on the couch and he pulled out his cock and when I put my mouth on it, I noticed it was the smallest cock I had yet to have. Here was the guy and I had had a crush on since I was 10 and he was definitely trying to compensate for his shortcomings. It was all I could do not to laugh. He wanted to go further and asked me if we could use my parent's bed. It was at that moment that I realized, I really had no interest in him and he left with blue balls. Poor guy, NOT!!! Apparently, he was right when he told me his other friend had been bragging about my blowjobs because I had the opportunity to have that guy's cock in my mouth on several more occasions. I was friends with his wife and he had been a friend of my family for a long time. Occasionally I would go to their house for dinner and he would ask me to ride with him to the store to pick up something for dinner or some beer. On the way, we would invariably end up parked and he would pull out his cock for me to suck on. He would kiss me in preparation, but he kept his hands to himself the rest of the time. He would cum in my mouth and then we would drive on to the store. One afternoon I went to his house to study and his wife was gone. He began kissing me, and I was so excited that he was interested in me that I went along for the ride. He pulled off his pants, pulled mine down to my knees, and sat me on his lap facing away from him and pumped five or six times before cumming. We did this twice that afternoon, both times exactly the same. He told me that if anything ever happened to his wife, he would want me. After our experiences together, I realized that he had nothing to offer me and I broke it off despite several more blow job requests. Waiting for him to no longer be married was never something I could be proud of. So, what did all of these experiences have in common? And what did they have in common with the long term relationship that I entered into afterwards? There was nothing in any of them for me. But, did I notice? Did I feel like I was missing something? Ummmm, no. It was all I knew. And, with experiences like that, no wonder I didn't care much for sex, what was in it for me? How could I not ever really get wet? How could I not make sex interesting for myself, even they didn't? I didn't know any different and I felt I had been given everything I deserved. I didn't know yet that there was a difference between passion and desire. But, when I met Sam all those things changed. First of all, as I explained each of these experiences to Sam, they became so much less embarrassing as he showed me how adventurous I had been, and how I had been experimenting at an early time in my life. Sam kept telling me that he knew there was a wild woman inside me just waiting to get out. He patiently asked about all of these experiences, about my likes and desires and fantasies and he freely shared his experiences, desires and fantasies with me. And when we finally got together, the word HOT could not begin to describe what we were together. Sam showed me what sex should be like. What it was like to participate. And how much passion could add to a relationship. After learning those lessons I swore that I would never live without them again. Our first time together, Sam introduced me to head. I had been with a man for 20 years and I had never experienced oral. As I sat on the couch, Sam removed my clothes and I was so afraid he would laugh at me, but he didn't. He caressed me with his eyes, with his hands and his kisses. As I watched him I heard him tell me he wanted to taste my pussy and he took his place between my legs. Let me tell you, I thought I would die. I was so embarrassed I couldn't even look at him. But, the feeling of his tongue on my clit and his tongue and his fingers in my pussy sent me into an ecstasy I had never known before. I found myself shaking with orgasm after orgasm; I lifted and spread my legs as far as I could to give him all the access I could possibly afford. And, I screamed. I screamed like I had never had an orgasm in my entire life. When he was done licking and sucking and pumping his fingers and his tongue in my love box, he continued to give me wave, after wave, after wave of orgasms with his tongue, his hand or his kisses, never asking for anything from me in return. It was at this moment that I knew I had missed a whole lot in my life. As our friendship continued to grow, we continued to experiment physically, and we began to discuss our fantasies. Now, let me tell you, I had never in my life had anyone ask me to describe my fantasies. In fact, I wasn't sure I even had any. But, in his gentle and patient way, Sam asked me questions and helped me to discover and ultimately to share my fantasies with him. I admit that they started out fairly tame; you have to remember I had no experience with them. The first one Sam helped me discover was a fantasy to pleasure myself and to be happy about that. Yes, that's right, I was almost 40 years old and I had never masturbated. In fact, I couldn't tell you what my pussy looked like if my life depended on it. With Sam's gentle guidance and understanding, I learned that sex was not the bad thing I had grown up believing and that sex with yourself is a gift, not a sin. With constant support from Sam, I began to explore myself. I shaved my pussy bald and I checked it out. I actually put my hands on my lips, I spread the lips, I explored the clit, I explored my pussy hole with my fingers and God didn't strike me down or anything. Then I began to explore all of these things remembering how it felt when Sam touched them. I mimicked what he did when he finger fucked me and I learned to bring myself to a climax. And most of all, I learned to like it. What's not to like? This is just the beginning of what Sam taught me. In Part 2, I will explain how Sam overcame the very large hurdle of my lack of self esteem. Are you interested in hearing how I went from finding myself boring and plain to fucking two men at the same time? Well, then you need to come back for Part 2..... The Awakening Ch. 01-10 Thank you all for your comments and support on my first 2 deliveries on this long story I have been working on. To those who ask me to find an editor, believe me I've tried! I went to search for some editors in Lit's program page and I just haven't got any luck finding one. Those few I contacted and were kind enough to reply, have told me that editing a long story like the one I have made so far it would be like doing a job for free, and they would agree to do so if there was some sort of compensation, which to be honest I agree is deserved but I just cant afford it. That being said, I have found a friend who said he will look at it and try to help me but on his free time, He got a look at the first 10 chapters and I am re-posting them now with his revised version, which I also twitched a bit as well. Again, thank you for your support and I love critics that are positive about characters and situations, it helps me implement them in future chapters. Enjoy! -------------------------------------------------- The Awakening Chapter 1 --------- Caliope was walking down the street, heading towards her new job. She had to be there right on time, as her new boss was a woman of impeccable fame and schedules had to be strictly followed. She stopped right in front of a tall building, and only then realized the neighborhood she was in. It was the business district, and her new job was to simply look out the house of her employer's son, who she was told had a rare mental illness. Her look reflected her puzzled mind; she looked down at the paper then up to the tall, scary building. It might have taken her a few seconds more than she was supposed to take, as the security guard walked towards her. Guard: May I help you young lady? She chuckled and tried to hold her laughter, which didn't seem to make the guard very happy. Caliope: I am sorry Sir, but I think someone gave me the wrong address. I am supposed to meet a Miss Elaine Clark In her house here? The guard looked a bit shocked yet nodded and suddenly became polite. He showed her the way inside the building and offered her a cup of coffee once they were waiting for confirmation at the reception desk. A small door opened and a very skinny old lady came through it, nodding to the guard and then to her. Guard: Evening Magna. Magna: Evening Gerard, thank you, I will take her to the Madame now. Hello, you must be Caliope, am I correct? Caliope: yes, that is I, how did you know? Magna: come, follow me, you are just in time, and the Madame was not waiting for anyone else but you. The old lady grinned as she leaded Caliope through the door she came in, and towards the service area where both went up on the elevator to the 15th floor. So far Caliope's first impressions of the building and people were old and grey. When the elevator stopped, the old lady pulled out a key from her pocket, inserted it into a special place on the panel, and only then, the doors opened. A very elegant yet simple living room welcomed both, as Magna offered to take her coat and hold her bag. Then she lead Caliope towards a bigger living room, as apparently, the one before was a sitting room for service people only. "Fancy..." she thought. Caliope didn't want to make an impression as a dumb street girl, she kept her eyes looking to the place she would take a seat, and once there, her eyes focused on her hands resting softly on her knees. Crossed legs elegantly. A little bell rang, and a wooden bird came out from some place in the room. That made her look up and to her surprise, a tall, dark haired elegant business woman was walking towards her. Caliope stood up quickly, taking care for her skirt to stay in place. Elaine Clark: I love sharp-on-time people, good first impression Miss Woodward. Caliope: Thank you, Miss Clark, a pleasure to meet you. Elaine Clark: Please, take a seat, and tell me a little bit more about you, like for example, your name... Caliope: yes, it is written with a "C" and just one "L" on purpose. *smiling softly* Elaine Clark: that indeed got me curious. *chuckling graciously* tell me why did your mother pick such an interesting name. Even if she thought this was such a silly subject, Caliope decided to humor her new employer. To her surprise, she realized that no one ever asked her before about her name. She also noticed that Miss Cark was a very classy lady, around her late 40's but so well preserved, beautiful skin, kind voice, she could be even older. Caliope: I picked my own name Miss Clark, My parents both died of an accident when I was very young, an unfortunate classic story, and I went through many foster homes, many first and last names. When I turned 18, I wanted a name of my own, written as I wanted, as my own personal statement, and that is how Caliope was born. Elaine Clark: I must admit I am quite fond of your name; I like it, and don't get me wrong, but it's mostly why I had chosen you among other several resumes on my desk. I like a unique personality. This caused Caliope to laugh nervously, imitated by Miss Clark, who realized the time was running fast. She called back Magna and as she was standing, both ladies picked up their purses and walked towards the door. Elaine Clark: Make yourself comfortable Miss Woodward, my son rarely comes out of his room, his name is Amra, please assist him if he needs something, he will return to his room as soon as he gets what he wants. Caliope: I will Miss, have a good day and you as well Lady Magna. Miss Clark and Magna both smiled and the elevator doors closed. Caliope was a bit scared now as she was alone in a very unfamiliar environment, with a stranger who she did not know yet. The first minutes alone in the elegant apartment Caliope walked in silence, exploring her way in the new place. She found the bathroom, or at least one of them, strategically close to the front doors. After a few more turns around the big living room and discovering a few hidden spots, she sat down on the small service area where she thought she was more comfortable. She took out her tablet, the last gift from her ex-boyfriend, and started to read the second half of a book she had started. Then she heard a loud door closing, her eyes opened wide and realized she had fallen asleep. She stood up and looked toward the door making the noise and found Miss Clark at the main living room. Elaine Clark: Caliope, how did it all go? Everything calm? Have you met my son? Caliope: Welcome back Miss Clark, no, I haven't met him yet, everything was so calm I admit I nodded off at least once. Not even a phone rang. Miss Clark chuckled as Caliope felt a bit awkward, and since she realized Magna had not returned with her, at least for now, she was alone with Miss Clark and it was an opportune time to clarify some doubts. Caliope: Miss Clark, do you mind if I ask you a few things? I am a little confused. Elaine Clark: Go ahead Caliope, I have some spare minutes. Caliope: First of all, what exactly was I hired for? I remember sending you my resume a year ago, for what it was then, an assistant opening role. Suddenly I had a call from your secretary yesterday and offered a --similar- job starting today. But doing what? Miss Clark stopped everything she was doing, turned her head, locked her eyes on Caliope, forming a small grin on her lips. With a hand gesture, she made Caliope take a seat, as she herself joined on the opposite one. Elaine Clark: You are a very smart girl, I can see that, and at only 27 you have more spirit than many, not to mention your witty character, and your openness. That is correct; your resume was given to me last year, but by then the spot was filled. I did not return it back to the pile though, as I thought you had potential. You have unfinished studies on psychology, and a nice background as assistant, not only in this city but in other cities as well. Miss Clark took a small break, a deep breath, and looked around the room then back at Caliope, and her smile exposed some sadness. Elaine Clark: I love my son Caliope, but he is very special, and though he doesn't require constant attention, when he needs something and can't find it or get it, all hell breaks loose. I need someone who can assist me while I am in my house, and when I am not here as well, as I have many papers on my home office. But most of all, I need you to be here just in case for him. You will find the salary is already more than what a regular assistant would earn, and I need you to sign some legal paperwork where it would specify you as my personal assistant. Your work with mentally ill patients and your, not complete, but not small knowledge of psychology, should help you with my son. I hope this is clear enough for you, and I hope you still want to work with me. In a few words, you would be my home assistant, and keep an eye when it is needed on my son. Do not worry, he is not violent at all. Caliope was pondering each word Miss Clark was revealing, it was obvious her experience brought her there, and the job sounded so easy, that for such a nice amount of money, would help her settle down on her new adventure of living alone. Above all, Miss Clark was being honest, and she would still give her some extra work while she was there, she seemed nice and polite, not an arrogant person, like so many now a days. Caliope started to remember her previous employer and showed dislike on her face. Elaine Clark: Do you hate the idea so much? Caliope: Oh, no! I am sorry Miss Clark, I was just thinking of what you told me, and yes I would love to. Elaine Clark: And you put that face when you love things? *chuckling* Caliope: Oh I am so very sorry Miss Clark! I was thinking to myself that you are so different from other people with same status as you. My recent memories of prior employers exposed my expression. *laughing nervously* Elaine Clark: I could dig up if I have to, I had a very cryptic denial to reveal any information about your work with your previous employer, at least his assistant didn't want to give even a word. But I understand if you don't want to reveal more. Caliope: I am not surprised Miss Clark, Mister Rawer was a very smart man in business, but he had bad taste in women. Elaine Clark: *perking a brow* is that so? Caliope: *nodding* yes, among all the women he could have, he picked me. Elaine Clark: Oh well, that doesn't make sense, I find you adorable. Caliope blushed but decided the subject to be left there. Caliope: We had a relationship that ended badly, and is how I wished to leave it. Elaine Clark: Ok darling, you are all set, my lawyer will bring the legal papers of your contract tomorrow morning, and you can leave now if you like, I will see you tomorrow at the same time. Caliope: Thank you very much Miss Clark, it is going to be a pleasure to work with you. Elaine Clark: a little present waits for you in the front desk when you leave the building, I don't take back presents, and consider it earned well. See you tomorrow Caliope. Caliope: Good bye Miss Clark, thank you. See you tomorrow. Caliope went to the service area and picked up her coat and bag. She took elevator which opened quickly, a nervous but bright smile was clearly showing on her face as she started to walk towards the exit of the building, the old guard nodded at her and gave her a package, smiling at her as she finally walked out. She was going to cross the street when a man in a suit called her name. When she looked at him she noticed he was standing to the side of a beautiful car. Probably he was a driver. Driver: Miss Woodward? Caliope: yes, that is me, and you are? Driver: I am Miss Clark's driver, she asked me to wait for you so I can take you to your residence. Caliope: Oh, of course, thank you. Of course... it was the gift she mentioned, Caliope was more than happy to step into an elegant car and get home in less than half the time it takes her normally. Once she was comfortable, she was thankful that the driver was silent, not looking for conversation. Taking the package that the old guard gave her, she opened it and took out the different objects inside. A key, very similar to the one Lady Magna had, easy to know what it was for. A copy of the document she was going to sign to the lawyer the next day, so she can read it in advance. A card with Miss Clark's, personal and office phone numbers, as well as some off shore lines. She found and opened a smaller envelope, with a little stash of money and a letter with a small message: "A gift I won't take back. A present and a sign of trust. Buy yourself dinner and something else to pamper yourself, see you tomorrow. Miss Elaine Clark". Caliope was very happy, nervously happy, it was all coming out great and it seemed all her bad luck from last couple of years were finally turning around to positive experiences. Not long ago, just a few months back, her obsessive ex-boyfriend and boss was making her regret to ever have dated him in the first place. To her it was simple, he was becoming too obsessive and controlling, she asked him for some freedom and in return he locked her in his apartment for a day, all of that was forgiven until he contacted her last adoptive mother to know all about her years with them. Even after knowing her foster father abused her and her foster mother did nothing to stop him. He knew Caliope did not want to be back in touch with them, it was too much for her, and when she decided to break up, he tried to kill himself, only to keep her with him longer. She finally contacted a lawyer and made all the papers necessary to keep him at a distance, which was possible after he threatened her with a letter, giving her evidence. But now all of that was in the past, he was gone; she was in a new city, new job, and new life. That night Caliope ordered delivery of Chinese food, one of her favorites. She sat in front of her small TV and watched a show while eating her dinner, then she went to bed with a big smile on her face, sleep came late as she was too excited for her new job. --------- Chapter 2 --------- Next morning she woke up early, picked up her other suit, put the one from the previous day in her washing machine and made a note to herself to remember to take it out and iron it when she returned that night. After her shower she got dressed and picked up her bag, then the bell rang, and she stopped to think for a second. She had not expected anyone. She started walking slowly towards the door, and once there, peeked to see who it was. She started to breathe again, it was Miss Clark's driver back to pick her up. Once Caliope inserted the special key, the elevator doors opened and she walked in smiling. Lady Magna was there greeting her as she was picking up her bag and walking towards the door to the big living room. Magna: Miss Woodward please walk with me. Miss Clark will be with us soon, she asked me to guide you through the apartment. Caliope: thank you... that would be very helpful. Magna: you already know the living room. And towards the front door is the guest's bathroom. Now, don't forget that you can use it too if you like. Caliope: I would try to avoid that but thank you for letting me know. Magna: Easiest way to remember your way back is imagining the living room as the center, with the elevators as part of that center. The apartment is wrapped around it. Starting from the service rest area, The Kitchen and the dining room are over there, the next important room is the Study. Miss Clark's Library is next, and then a guest's room. A second bathroom there, and the next room is Miss Clark's son's room. Young Amra has his own bathroom. Next to there is Miss Clark's room with her own bathroom as well. There is another room following hers, used to save personal things from Miss Clark so that is a room no one enters but her and her son. The dining room again, and the kitchen. A small room with cleaning accessories. That leads us back here. Do you have questions? Caliope was trying to memorize each room and then quickly shook her head. It didn't sound hard, the apartment, as big as or even bigger than any of her previous residences, was very well ordered, helping her immensely. Caliope: Thank you Magna, may I ask, do you remain here at times? During the day? Magna: my job, among other things, consists of what you are going to do as well, but I only work during nights, and directly with Miss Clark, I don't deal with her son. A little hint of irony was detected on her statement, and just then Miss Clark came out of her room finishing combing her hair to the side. Elaine Clark: Oh Caliope, I am happy to see you. Magna, can you make sure this envelope goes straight to our main client in his private residence today. Magna: yes Miss Clark, I am going to be waiting for you downstairs. Bye Miss Woodward, have a good day. Caliope: Goodbye Magna, enjoy your day as well. Hello Miss Clark, it is nice to see you. Miss Clark was smiling entertained by some private joke and as soon as Magna left on the elevator, she motioned Caliope to join her at the Kitchen. As she poured herself a glass of fresh juice, and offered Caliope another, she smiled warmly at her. Elaine Clark: Magna is a very smart woman, who I have known for a long time, and have worked with even longer. But she doesn't get along with my son. I also need a lot of help, and she is a bit sensitive with the fact that I wanted to hire someone else to help me and also be with my son. Caliope understood quickly why Miss Clark was telling this to her, she must have heard Caliope asking Magna about her job, and also like her, noticed the little hint of irony in her tone. Miss Clark continued. Elaine Clark: To be honest, it was my son who suggested to make Magna very busy on other things and as far from him as possible. You don't have to worry about a thing, she is not holding any bad feelings toward you. Caliope: I am not worried, but I do thank you for telling me. Anything in particular you wish me to do for you as you are gone today Miss Clark? Elaine Clark: As a matter of fact, there is some paperwork I have been working on, and even Magna forgot about it. But first, have you read the copy of the legal contract I wanted you to sign today? Caliope blinked and swallowed hard, she had forgotten to read it, but she did not know how it would make her look. At her sudden hesitation to reply, Miss Clark quickly added. Elaine Clark: I am sure you did not have enough time, so it is ok, you can take this morning to finish reading it, and at noon, one of my personal lawyers will come to collect your signature, is that ok with you? Caliope: yes Miss Clark, thank you very much, I appreciate all your patience and support towards me. Elaine Clark: I am happy you are here Caliope, and now it is time for me to run. Have a beautiful day dear. As soon as she finished her sentence, Miss Clark returned to the living room, picked up her bag, and led herself to the front elevator. Elaine Clark: and Caliope, when you finish with those legal papers, the other paperwork is on my study, make yourself at home. And the elevator doors closed on her last words, leaving Caliope completely alone at the room. She ran to her bag and took out the copy of the contract she was going to sign later, took a seat and started to read each line carefully. It was nothing out of the ordinary, but Miss Clark made it sound important. A few articles were not what she would have expected, but she was committed to make her job career start there, and reading about long night hours or trips outside of the country made her even more interested in her new job. She finished reading the contract about 30 minutes before noon and decided to wait for the lawyer before starting with Miss Clark's paperwork, when she felt something strange. The apartment was on the 15th floor, but it seemed quieter than usual. The hair behind her neck started to rise and she felt a little agitated without a reason. As if something was going to happen, she stood up and carefully started to look around the room. Their eyes met and she felt her heart skip a beat. He was tall, very tall; he might as well be built to work as a body guard, strong, and with a powerful presence. He was easily double her size. "Caliope... I presume" she heard the words, but she could have sworn his lips did not move. Her eyes were locked on his, so she just might have missed it. The Awakening Ch. 01-10 Caliope: Hello, who are you? Amra: I am Elaine's son, and you are Caliope, right? Caliope: Yes... yes I am Caliope, nice to meet you Amra. He stared at her and she felt the goose bumps rise on her arms and legs, it was as if his gaze drew some kind of magnetism that made her feel underbalanced. The phone rang. And it all stopped as soon as she looked for the phone, feeling the air was normal again, picking up the phone she turned towards Amra but he wasn't there anymore, nor anywhere else. She took a few seconds to finally answer the phone. Caliope: Hello, this is the Clark's residence... The other side was the front desk at the entrance of the building, they were announcing the arrival of Miss Clark's lawyer and he was coming up to meet her now. She ended the call with a frown and looked at the wall clock, it was 12:01 How could that be? A few moments ago she could have sworn that there was still 30 minutes left to noon. The elevator doors made a little sound and then opened, a suited grey-haired man walked in with a polite smile. Lawyer: Miss Woodward? I am Chansey, Miss Clark's personal lawyer; I have brought your contract. Caliope: Nice meeting you Mister Chansey, please take a seat, do you wish something to drink? Chansey: Oh no, thank you very much, but I am in a rush, I need you to sign them and I am going to leave you alone, I have other clients to visit before going back to Miss Clark with everything in order. He rested his briefcase on the small table located near the couch and opened it, taking out two sets of papers, and a pen. Chansey: I was told you already read the copy and agree to all that is stated, so I only need your signature. Caliope: yes, I have read it all, two copies? Chansey: yes *nodding* one for you, one for Miss Clark. He pointed to both copies of the contract and where she needed to sign, she quickly signed both. Chansey smiled at her and folded one for him, locking his briefcase, and then handling the other to her. Chansey: Welcome to your new job Miss Woodward, now if you excuse me, I am going to help myself out. Have a wonderful rest of your evening Miss! And just as fast as he arrived, he left quickly but graciously. She even chuckled and looked at her contract almost with disbelief. After the papers were in her bag, she headed to the ready to serve Kitchen, opened the fridge and smiled as everything was organized, fresh lettuce drew her attention, some cheese and bread, and she had made herself a light lunch to hold until the afternoon. She asked herself if she should prepare something for Amra but neither yesterday nor today he had asked for anything at all, and today he only left his room for a few seconds, then he was gone. As she started to eat her sandwich, she reviewed the scene on her head, his presence made her feel strange, half scared, and half alert, perhaps she was surprised and nervous. He was older than she imagined, maybe even her age. Once she finished her lunch, cleaned her plate, and grabbed a glass of juice, she went to Miss Clark's study and quickly found the paperwork she had mentioned. A stack of different reports on multiple real estate properties that offered large country houses for rent and sale. She wasn't sure what Miss Clark wanted to do with them but then she found a little note on the corner of the desk: "Please study the best offers, I need to buy at least 4 properties, make sure their prices are worth what they offer, the phone is free for your use." Her eyes moved from one paper to the other, with some marked in red that looked like her first choices. She decided what Miss Clark wanted following the ones the market offered. She selected a few more then started to make the calls, asking a few questions and confirming at the end of 3 hours, that the best way to know if this properties were offering what they really wanted, was going to see them, but they were spread all over the country. She wrote a report on her tablet, and saved it on a file, making a mental note to ask Miss Clark how to access a printer since there was not one to be seen in the room. Later that afternoon, Miss Clark arrived with tired eyes to her residence, offering Caliope a gentle smile. Elaine Clark: I hope your day was better than mine dear, tell me if you finished looking at my paperwork please. Caliope: welcome home Miss Clark, I had gone over all of it and made a report on my tablet, but I haven't found a printer around. How can I get this to you? Elaine Clark: *smirking* good old fashioned pen and paper could work as well Caliope. Caliope: I will have it for you in the morning then if that is ok with you, Miss Clark. Elaine Clark: Don't worry darling, you can print it and turn it back to me tomorrow, I was only teasing. Caliope smiled and offered a glass of water to Miss Clark. Elaine Clark: thank you darling, but I am going to take a shower and have some dinner with my son, have you met him yet? Caliope: briefly, just before your lawyer arrived. That got Miss Clark's attention and she turned her head towards Caliope with new found interest. Elaine Clark: I hope he was civilized, if he wasn't, please accept my apologies. Caliope: oh don't worry Miss Clark, he was very polite, we did not talk much, he did nothing more than to cross a few words then return to his room. Miss Clark took a deep breath and nodded, smiling to Caliope and waving a hand softly, the tiredness creeping back on her fast. Elaine Clark: Thank you darling, you can go now, see you tomorrow ok? Caliope: yes Miss Clark, have a good night. Elaine Clark: Good night Caliope, be well. --------- Chapter 3 --------- After an uneventful night, Caliope decided to go to bed and take a nice rest. In the morning, she felt a strange sensation as if she was being watched, even though she was half asleep and slowly waking up, those feeling were creeping into her mind until she searched around her room to find everything was in order. She rolled on her bed a few times, then decided to take a long shower before preparing to go to work. Just as she was finishing picking up her bag, she remembered to print the report from the day before. Then as she was heading for the door, her bell rang, announcing a visitor. She felt some embarrassment after seen Miss Clark's driver waiting for her again. It was a very nice gesture to send him to pick her up every morning, but she felt it was a little too much for her role in Miss Clark's life. During the way to the Clark's Residence, the traffic got unusually busy, for that early in the morning. As they were waiting for the cars to move, Caliope noticed a group of cats on the park fighting. Even though she knew street cats fight for territory or food, she found it awkward to see several fighting. The cars started moving, and as soon as they continued their route she had already forgotten about the cats. Miss Clark was waiting below at the entrance, visibly upset. When Caliope walked down from the car, she was nervous to confront her. Caliope: I am very sorry Miss Clark, traffic was heavy, I should have left earlier. Elaine Clark: Caliope, I am in a hurry, do you have the report on the properties? Caliope: Here they are, I hope you have a good day today Miss. Caliope gave Miss Clark the folder which she quickly peeked into then closed it. A small tired smile on her lips helped Caliope feel better. On the door of her car, Miss Clark turned to Caliope again. Elaine Clark: Caliope, I know you don't have control over traffic, so don't beat yourself up for this. I left you more paper work on my study. See you in the afternoon. And with those words, the car door closed and left. Caliope felt relieved and entered the building with more confidence. As she came to the main living room, she found several papers scattered around the main table. She thought Miss Clark would not be the kind of women who would leave things a mess. Then she remembered that Magna was not with her this morning, which could explain what she was seen. If Magna was in charge of doing Miss Clark's paperwork at night, and she was not around, trying to find something could result in frustration. Within a half hour she put the papers in order on Miss Clark's desk. A special folder with her name on the front drew her attention. They were lists of different research clinics that were sponsored by Miss Clark's company. A little note said "Find the one who invested the most time without good results". Around noon, Caliope found herself making the difficult choices between DNA research studies that seemed to have stuck to the basics for years, and a cure for aggressive behavior with only inconclusive results. She took a break and went to make herself something for lunch. While she was having a chicken breast and vegetable sandwich, she started wondering why she was in charge of making decisions on new land acquisitions and investment possibilities when she was only an assistant. Didn't Miss Clark have a staff who managed such important issues? She was not going to complain as she felt very lucky to be getting such wonderful job experiences to build her future resume. The next couple of days went on without any other notable events. Miss Clark assigned her some simple tasks one day, and more difficult ones the next, always including some choices to make. Friday arrived and Miss Clark took the day off and went through each report with her, dismissing her earlier. Caliope found an envelope on the reception desk of the building with the week's payment, and a little extra to reward her good work. Saturday morning, that strange feeling of being watched became stronger, enough to pull her out of her dreams. She could have sworn there were shadows near the window, but it was locked, and there were no platforms outside, making it impossible for anyone to be stand there. About noon, Caliope went out to meet an old friend for lunch. The restaurant was very crowded and she could not find her friend. She sat at a table on the terrace so she could enjoy the view, and left a message for her friend to inform her where she was sitting. While drinking some water, she watched some distant buildings and the gorgeous park near her. A little gathering of people drew her attention and she noticed some animals fighting again. 'Twice in a week?' she thought it was more than strange, the people near the cats were both scared and curious. A small child tried to pull the tail of one of the cats and his mom quickly pulled him away. An older man threw some stones to break the fight with the cats angrily scattering. One of the cats scratched the old man's arm while running away. Vanessa: well, aren't you a gorgeous sight? Caliope: far from it! You are stealing the spotlight as usual! Caliope stood up quickly, holding her childhood friend with a tight embrace. Both smiled, enjoying their reunion after a long time apart. Caliope: it's has been too long, please don't go away too soon, give me time to enjoy you more. Vanessa: *laughing* you always had the chance to come with me, you were just too stubborn to join me. And I am staying for one more week, then it is Paris. Caliope: Paris? It seems work is treating you well! Vanessa: It is wonderful to make these trips, I can live my dream of new worlds with each new destination, but then it gets boring so quickly *sighs* Caliope: is that so? I thought you would be enjoying it more... Vanessa: the meetings are long, I have to meet with the author or artist of which ever piece of art the gallery wants to acquire, then discuss the price, and negotiate... I don't like that part a bit... Caliope: How about love? Any romance going on at any of your destinations? Any new rich boyfriend? Vanessa: *laughing* I don't have time to fall for anyone, and the time is always too short... Vanessa's phone rang and she excused herself, picking up the call and talking to someone in Italian, probably a new client. Caliope smiled and looked around for the waiter to order something to eat. Suddenly, a familiar face caught her eye, inside the main room, she knew she was not mistaken, even though she only saw him once, she recognized him. Caliope: ...Amra? Vanessa had just finished her call and heard her, turning her head to follow Caliope but could not see anyone she knew. Vanessa: who is Amra? Caliope: it can't be him, he should not be out... Caliope stood up and looked again into the main room but he wasn't there anymore. This was not her imagination, she said to herself. And quickly walked to the door and right there, she saw him again walking down the stairs towards the exit. Vanessa followed her and pulled her by her arm. Vanessa: what is going on Caly? Who is Amra? Caliope: Amra is the son of my employer, and he is not supposed to be out, it is not easy to explain, but I need to go get him... can we meet later? Vanessa: sure, just don't forget about me, ok? Caliope: I won't, thank you! I am so sorry! She kissed her on the cheek and grabbed her purse, turning to the exit looking around for Amra. She walked a few meters to one side then looked every possible way he could have gone. Far on the opposite side, he was sitting on a bench, in the park, a few meters from where the cats were fighting earlier. Caliope hurried to meet him, and a few meters from getting to him, she felt that intense sensation again, the same one she felt that first time they met. Hair rising on the back of her neck, goosebumps on her arms. Caliope: Amra, are you ok? Amra: I hope you are... Caliope: what do you mean? What are you doing here? Does your mother know? Amra: is not too late... Caliope did not understand what he was saying, but she didn't try to. Taking her phone out of her purse, she dialed Miss Clark's private number who answered at the third ring. Elaine Clark: Caliope? I thought I gave you the weekend off. Caliope: Miss Clark, there is no easy way to say this, but I found your son... he was at the restaurant I was, and I followed him to a park. Elaine Clark: (silence) ...is he ok? Caliope: yes he is Elaine Clark: I am on my way, text me the address please. Caliope: yes Miss Clark, right away. Caliope hung up and texted her their location, then walked a few steps closer to him. He was still, staring at the grass without even blinking. She was nervous around him, but she did not want to lose him. Against all the warning signs she could feel on her body, the strange electricity and the heavy atmosphere, she carefully sat next to him in silence. Amra tilted his head slightly, towards her. Caliope: it must not be easy, to be always locked inside... did you miss the fresh air? More silence, Amra listened to her but did not reply. Caliope did not push either. Then suddenly, Caliope heard Miss Clark's footsteps as she rushed to them. Amra smirked. Miss Clark rested her hand on his shoulder and took a deep breath, visibly worried. Elaine Clark: I can't thank you enough Caliope, I am sorry if he made you interrupt any of your evening plans. Caliope: It is ok Miss Clark, he is ok too, nothing happened. Miss Clark was disturbed and upset but did not say a word at him. Caliope on the other hand, found Miss Clark's arrival extremely sudden, but then again, perhaps she was nearby. Elaine Clark: We are leaving, again, thank you Caliope, I will see you on Monday. Miss Clark rubbed Amra's shoulder and he stood up without looking at anything but the distant grass. They left to their car and the driver disappeared with them quickly. --------- Chapter 4 --------- There was a loud sound and everything around Caliope was shaking. She crouched down on the sidewalk and felt some hard fabric and pieces of wood landed on her back. Kneeling down she curled in a fetal position. Everywhere, Caliope heard loud screams and cries. She felt someone pulling her by her arm but couldn't move. Only a few seconds ago she was returning to the restaurant to look back for her friend when, just a few meters before the entrance, the building trembled and flames burst from inside. The sirens from the police and fire department woke her from her trance. She opened her eyes and looked up, there was fire still coming out from the windows and doors. "A bomb! It was a bomb!" she heard someone scream to the cops. "Lady, are you ok? Are you hurt?" another person was asking to someone; no, not someone, her. She turned her head and a police man was holding her by her shoulders and was asking if she was hurt. Was she hurt? She started to look down at herself. Caliope: no... I am ok... I don't feel any pain; I wasn't in there... but my friend! She was there! I need to find her! Police: no Lady! Please! Let us do our job! There are some firemen inside as we speak, please come this way; we need to put you in a safer place. Caliope kept staring into the building as the Policeman moved her behind the safety tape. She heard an ambulance pulling behind another one stationed close to her. Vanessa was all she could think of. "Caliope! You are safe!" she heard a familiar voice, turned her head to look around and saw Miss Clark stepping out of her car and running towards her, panic in her eyes as she observed the devastation of the restaurant. As soon as she got to her, Miss Clark held Caliope in her arms tightly as if she was a lost child. Caliope started crying. Elaine Clark: we heard a really loud noise and we had to turn back, when I saw the fire I got so scared! Are you ok? There it was that question again 'are you ok?' Her friend was the one caught inside and she needed to look for her. Caliope: I... I am ok... I wasn't there yet when it happened. But my friend... I don't know where she is! Elaine Clark: let me talk to the police, what is your friend's name? How does she look like? Miss Clark was leading Caliope gently to the car, opening the door and inviting her in. Caliope: She is tall and brunette, brown eyes, she had a green suit on... her name is Vanessa Crysser... Elaine Clark: stay here, I will talk to the police... She sat on the car and hugged herself tight, closing her eyes. A few seconds passed when she realized she was not alone. Opening her eyes she watched Amra on the opposite side. He wasn't looking at her, but he was quiet and tense. His presence was so strong, so intense; even in shock she could still feel him. Caliope: Amra... Amra: ...you are ok now... Caliope's eyes widened and she felt how those words struck her. He said something similar before; or perhaps something close to a warning. Did he said he hoped she was ok? Did he know this was going to happen? Was he trying to warn her? Caliope: did you know what was going to happen there? Silence. Amra did not move or speak. Caliope felt nervous and upset, if he knew, why didn't he warn her? Miss Clark told her he was mentally ill, perhaps that is why he couldn't warn her, he did not know how, but she suddenly realized she didn't know much about Amra's real mental state. He knew this was going to happen? How he could possibly know? She was delusional; the shock was making her see things unclearly. She shook her head to remove that idea or at least set it aside for now. Miss Clark opened the door and came inside. She was a little tense but not worried. Pushing a little button the driver's window opened. Elaine Clark: To the Epperson Memorial Hospital please. Driver: yes Madam. Elaine Clark: Your friend was not badly injured but she was unconscious and they took her there. We are going to look for her now, ok? Caliope: thank you Miss Clark. Elaine Clark: it is ok, please calm down, have a glass of water, we will be there soon and you can check on your friend. They drove to the hospital and once there, much more relaxed, Caliope asked for her friend. The nurse took her to a private room, where her friend was getting some stitches. With relief she hugged her tight and felt as if she could finally breathe again. The Awakening Ch. 01-10 Vanessa: I am so happy to see you! I don't know how, or what happened! Are you ok? You have some scratches... Caliope: I am much better than you... I was returning to the restaurant to find you when it happened before I came inside. Vanessa: I am so happy you weren't caught in that nightmare. I was lucky as well; I had just paid my drink and was coming out of the restaurant... I heard some people were not as lucky... Caliope: but you are safe, I am so happy to hear that, I felt so scared to lose you... Vanessa: darling, you are going to learn that there is much more of me you will see... Both laughed and smiled, and after a while, Caliope let her friend rest, promising to return the next day. Miss Clark was waiting for her at the entrance, and she felt embarrassed for not thanking her enough for all that she was doing. Caliope: Miss Clark, I don't know how to thank you... Elaine Clark: I take care of those I let close to me Caliope, and you are one of them, you might have not been working with me for a long time but I trust you and you took care of my son, so allow me to return the favor by taking care of you... do you need a ride home? Caliope: I can take a taxi Elaine Clark: nonsense, I will take you there, I had my driver take Amra home, and he is getting back now and will take us... Caliope felt safe again, and as both waited for the driver to arrive, she allowed herself to simply be quiet and content about her luck that day, however it happened. After Miss Clark dropped her at her home, she slowly got into her shower and waited for warmer water to wash away any hint of smoke and dirt from that day. The warm liquid felt so good, as it caressed her skin with special tenderness and calmed her. After turning off the water, she finally could smile. Cuddling in her bed, as soon as her head touched the pillow, she fell into a deep sleep. Sunday came along quiet and uneventful. Caliope went to the hospital to check on her friend and stayed with her for a few hours, then returned to her home and grabbed a book to read. She started to nod off when a huge noise startled her. She dropped her book and ran to the window, looking around for the source. She could see a car crash around the corner of the street, the drivers starting to argue loudly, with one yelling some expletives at the other. She took a deep breath and turned her head back inside, picking up her book and leaving it on the corner of the night table. Deciding to skip dinner, she laid back in bed and went back to sleep. Monday morning Caliope was back at the Clark's residence. Miss Clark offered politely to give her a few days off but Caliope kindly refused. She needed to have her mind busy, and to work on things was the best way she knew how. During the morning, she decided to organize Miss Clark's books and place them by alphabetical order by Author. She realized that Miss Clark had quite an extensive collection of private, not so well known books, from different subjects, most fictional. She called her, asking permission to make a catalog of the contents of her library. Miss Clark gave her an affirmative response to touch all but one set of books on the higher shelf, Caliope began this task with excitement. She enjoyed ordering things which made her feel useful. Magna surprised Caliope when she visited for lunch, the old lady brought her some Caesar Salad and fresh juice, courtesy of Miss Clark, while she grabbed some folders to return back to the office. Caliope said goodbye to Magna and drooled over her favorite salad with a grin in her face, thinking Miss Clark was beginning to know her too well. As she finished, she felt the air tense and thick, as if the atmosphere became dense and the air still, yet heavy. She was getting herself familiar to this feeling. Slowly turning her head to the door, just as she expected, she saw Amra standing there, looking at what was left on her plate. Caliope: Good evening Amra, would you like me to prepare you something to eat? After some silence, Amra lifted his eyes to meet hers. He had the most amazing eyes she ever saw in her life. His glare was filled with sadness but he smiled a tiny little smile that made her heart jump. Amra: I had never seen a... girl, eating something green, with that much excitement... Caliope started laughing softly, she stood up slowly, picking up her plate with one hand, pointing down to it with the other. Caliope: there are not many things in life as delicious as this salad, you should try it sometime... Amra: now... Caliope: now? You want to eat a salad now? Amra: that salad, yes... Caliope: of course, let me call the place and ask them to deliver one for you. Caliope picked up her cellphone and dialed the number on the box of the empty salad. Strangely, her phone wasn't working. She tried again and looked at Amra a little disappointed. Caliope: I might need to call from the house phone to ask for the delivery, my phone seems to not be working. Amra moved aside the door, giving her room to walk by it as he moved to the kitchen, leaving her alone in the living room. Caliope picked up her phone where she recorded the number, and then using the house phone she made the order. After hanging up, her cellphone rang. Elaine Clark: is everything in order there Caliope? Caliope: yes Miss Clark! Elaine Clark: are you sure? You sound surprised on my call. Caliope: I thought my phone wasn't working, but thankfully it works again. I was just calling from the house phone for a delivery of another Caesar Salad. Elaine Clark: yes, I had a notice here that you were using the phone, I was only checking up on you. Hungry? I am glad you enjoyed the salad. Caliope: it was delicious, but I am full. Amra wants to try it. After a sudden silence Caliope blushed, she felt as if she had said something she shouldn't have. Elaine Clark: Amra is with you now? Caliope: no, he is waiting in the kitchen, is that ok? He wanted to try the salad now, I thought it would be ok... Elaine Clark: yes, it is ok Caliope, I am going to be there soon, I am coming out now... Caliope: ok... should I order something for you too? Elaine Clark: no, I already ate. Miss Clark hung up the phone, making her feel as if something was off. Gladly she discovered a missed call from Vanessa, and turning her head towards the kitchen, not seeing Amra, she decided to give her a quick call. Vanessa picked up after the 3rd ring. Vanessa: this is so boring; I can't wait to get out of here tomorrow... please come to my rescue! Caliope: *chuckling* I would gladly plot to kidnap you but I can't right now, I am at work. Vanessa: oh I am so sorry, I did not meant to disturb you, will you come by later? Caliope: I promise, I will be there when I get out of here, and tomorrow I will pick you up when they let you out. Vanessa: that is all I needed to hear... see you later dear! Caliope: see you soon! The house phone rang, and the reception announced the delivery had arrived. --------- Chapter 5 --------- Caliope picked up her bag, and went to the door to grab the delivery. The young man was in a hurry; he gave her the box and got annoyed when he noticed she didn't have exact change. She gave him no tip. After locking the door, Caliope walked back into the kitchen. As soon as she entered, there it was again, that feeling of thick air, the hair on the back of her neck rising. Amra was looking through the window outside. His eyes lost in the sight of some place in his mind. Continuing her good mood, she put the box on the table. Caliope: we are lucky they are near us, so the delivery didn't take long... let me put this on a plate for you, and I will show you how to eat it. Amra: ... open the mouth, put the food in, close the mouth, chew and swallow it... Caliope couldn't help laughing; it was a joyful laugh that made Amra turn his head to watch her. He smiled and she continued to laugh, a bit less, but with a blush after seen him smile. Caliope: that is how one eats, that is true Amra... but what I mean is, every food has different ways of being tasted, and this salad is no different... I will explain to you... come take a seat. Amra walked slowly towards her and sat down next to her, watching her hands with new found curiosity. Caliope spoke to him while she laid the salad on the plate and poured the sauce on top. Caliope: this special type of salad is quite simple, not many ingredients, but what makes it different is the special sauce it has, it is made with herbs and some spices, it enhances the flavor of the most simple vegetables... you don't want too much sauce in each bite, so you need to be careful to pour it even around the plate... Amra: I want to try it... Caliope looked at him and he did not move, after some long seconds of awkward silence she carefully held the fork with some of the salad in it, and guided it to his mouth. His eyes locked on hers as he parted his lips and took the bite. She felt her heart pound fast, her breath was heavier. His jaw tensed quickly, and then moved slowly as he chewed. When he smiled, her heart skipped another beat. He swallowed slowly. Amra: more... There was something in his tone of voice that made her skin blossom with goosebumps again. She nodded smiling as she got another piece for him, and he half closed his eyes as this time he chewed it for a bit longer. Caliope: what do you think? Do you like it? He opened his eyes fully again and nodded with an innocent smile. She looked down to the plate to grab another piece when he moved his hand and stopped her. Her eyes met his once again, and he slowly caressed her knuckles as he moved his fingers to the fork she was holding, and took it from her hand. Amra: thank you... His words barely a whisper, as he picked up another piece of the salad and brought it to his lips. She sat next to him and smiled as she watched him eat, each bite was a new found flavor for him, he was enjoying every bite and she could see him so joyful into this new adventure. There was something in the way he smiled, how he was discovering this for the first time. He felt so full of happiness for such a simple thing like eating a salad. There was nothing wrong with him; he was perfect, pure and innocent. She couldn't see anything wrong with him at all. Yes he was cryptic sometimes, he did not know her well yet, and he said things that might confuse her such as what she thought was a warning a few days ago before the incident, but there was really nothing much to look into. He was different, but he was good, he felt good. Amra finished his plate and looked down a little disappointed. She smiled at him and poured some juice into a glass, passing it to him. He took the juice and drank it slowly. She could almost taste the juice as it fell down his throat. And he put the empty glass down on the table. His eyes smiled at hers and she giggled softly. She felt blushing more as his eyes were on her. He lifted his hand as if stopping something, or someone. Only then she realized there was someone else in the room. She looked at the door and there was Miss Clark. She was serious, worried even, her eyes wouldn't part from Amra's, but he was not looking at her, he was looking at Caliope. Elaine Clark: Caliope, can you leave my son and I alone for a moment please? Caliope stood up slowly and looked down feeling somehow embarrassed. Amra released a soft, almost imperceptible sigh. He kept smiling at Caliope and shook his head at his mother. Caliope: yes Miss Clark... Elaine Clark: thank you Amra nodded to Caliope and she felt as it was hurting her to leave the room, or was it hurting her to leave Amra? She walked pass Miss Clark into the other room where there was a tall and dark haired man sitting on the main sofa. He smiled a polite smile to her and stood up. Caliope: Hello... Pronab: Miss Woodward, pleasure to meet you, I am Pronab, friend of the family. He was friendly but distant at the same time, and though he looked at her, his gaze kept returning to the kitchen door as if expecting they soon come out. Caliope was still a little surprised, and excused herself to the library, she tried to center her focus back on what she was supposed to finish, cataloging the books and nothing else. What had happened there? Amra did nothing wrong, he was being friendly for once, almost normal. Why would Miss Clark get worried and hurry home? She picked up a book and took notes of the author's name when her cellphone rang again. It was Vanessa. Caliope: hi there... Vanessa: are you coming today? Caliope: of course I will, I promised I would, didn't I? Vanessa: it is almost 5 and visitors hours end at 7 little Miss Smartass... Caliope: what?! Taking her phone away she looked at the clock, it was certainly 10 to 5. How and where did the time go so fast? Did she really stand there in the library so long without working? That was so embarrassing and she felt ashamed at herself for wasting such time. She had lost all track of time, she felt as if it only were minutes ago. Where did her mind wonder? This was becoming worrying, she had been feeling strange lately, too aware of nothing in particular, tense, worried, imagining things. Vanessa: are you still breathing?! Hey! Caly! Quickly putting the phone back to her ear she was a little too surprised still. Caliope: I am sorry, I... lost track of time at work... I will be there soon, I promise... I have to go... And she hung up the phone, left the book on the table and went to the living room. Pronab was still there, but nothing of Miss Clark or Amra to be seen or heard. Pronab: everything ok Miss Woodward? Caliope: I seem to have lost track of time, and I need to go visit a friend at the hospital before visiting hours close... I wanted to ask Miss Clark if I could leave for today. She is still there? Pronab nodded then quickly added. Pronab: don't worry; go on, I will tell Elaine you left, all will be ok. Nice meeting you. Caliope: thank you. Caliope rushed out still worried at her lack of attention lately. She felt as if all of this was getting more intense as the days went by. After grabbing a taxi, she pleaded to the driver to make sure she got to the hospital on time before the visiting hours ended. Once they got there at 5:35, she left the driver a 100% tip as a thank you gesture and rushed inside to see her friend. Vanessa: I almost thought you wouldn't make it honey. Caliope: let me catch my breath then I will nudge you for that. Vanessa: oh you can't blame me; you were the one who forgot about me. Caliope: I did not! I was working and the time just moved too fast for me. Vanessa: yeah right... so did you bring me something to snack on? Hospital food is horrific! Caliope: I am sorry but no, you won't be getting any special treats from this bad friend. Vanessa: you are the best friend in the world! What did you bring me?! Caliope grinned and passed her a paper bag with some junk food inside, Vanessa's favorite. She jumped at her hugging her tight and digging into the food as they talked some. 5 minutes passed from 7pm when the nurse knocked on the door to let her know that visiting hours had ended. Vanessa: please don't forget about me tomorrow ok? I am going be released at 3pm. Caliope: I will be here as I promised, I won't let you go back to your hotel without me. Vanessa: bye darling, have a great night. Caliope: you too, enjoy your last night in this luxury! Vanessa smirked as Caliope left. She got into another cab and went home. She was relaxed and took a bite of some takeout food she grabbed on the way back. She went to sleep after cleaning up some dishes. Once in her bed, she cuddled the sheets and smiled. The memory of Amra's smile, his eyes, his touch, it brought a slight shiver to her skin. 'Don't over think this' she thought to herself 'he is strange, he felt so nice, but don't take it too far'. Next morning, right on time, she got into Miss Clark's car with her routine ride to the residence. Marco was the name of the driver; she figured that if he was going to pick her up every morning, she might as well find out his name. Marco was not as old as many of the people who worked for Miss Clark; in fact, the family friend she met yesterday wasn't too old either, Pronab. She asked herself if she would ever see him again. After the way she left yesterday, Caliope was expecting Miss Clark to reprehend her, or ask her to be more careful. But once she got inside the residence, Miss Clark smiled at her on her way out. Elaine Clark: I have some meetings to attend to Caliope, please keep me posted if anything happens. Have a good day. Caliope: Miss Clark? Elaine Clark: yes Caliope? Caliope: my friend is checking out of the hospital today at 3pm. I was hoping I could pick her up. Elaine Clark: don't worry, I will have Pronab come here at 2:30pm so you can leave. Caliope: thank you Miss Clark! Elaine Clark: bye for now Caliope, keep up your good work, my library is already looking better! She closed the door on her way out and Caliope felt relieved. Leaving her bag on the little furniture where she always left it, she washed her hands and walked to the library. There was only one small window located in the library, an old Victorian window with carved frames. The light came in right down to the desk located in the middle of the room. And right there from the door, she felt confused and strange as if there was someone in the window. As soon as the thought came to her mind, she realized it was Amra, no one else caused that impression on her. After some hesitation, she walked into the dark room. He did not move, but she knew he was aware of her presence. Amra: I am sorry... for yesterday... Caliope: I am sorry too Amra, perhaps I shouldn't have given you any food without consulting with your mother. Amra: *chuckling* food has nothing to do with this... I only came to apologize, for my mother... I did nothing wrong, neither did you... she worries too much... Caliope: I will be having that more in mind from now on... did you have any breakfast yet? *smiling* It was then when Amra turned his gaze from the window to smile at her, and she felt as she was struck by an invisible force that made her knees shake. Amra: it is very nice of you, but I should leave and let you work. Caliope bite her lower lip and nodded a little disappointed. Amra closed his eyes and turned back to the window. She had to remember her own words, not overthink things, and act normal. Some seconds of silence were needed for her to pick up another of the books left on the table and she walked to her notepad and continued writing author and title. Amra stood there, in silence, then turned to look at her again as she got immersed in her apparent task. She knew he was watching her, and it got her nervous. It was one book after the other, slowly, putting them in order. One more book on the table, noting the name of the author, name of the title. Another book, same steps, author, title. Suddenly she felt as if something was clouding the light, she turned her head and found him looking over her shoulders to what she was taking notes on. And she felt as her heart stopped. His eyes went from the notes to her, and everything went still. She couldn't breathe. Caliope: Amra... please... I need space... He did not blink even once. Slowly moved back and walked towards the door. As he was about to leave the room, she felt panic. Caliope: please... I am sorry... don't go... ----- Chapter 6 ----- It happened fast. Before she could think, she was on her knees covering her chest. She hadn't had this feeling since high school. One single long and hard drilling pain in her chest that forced her to bend over as the seconds passed. Her neck tense, she couldn't breathe. Amra watched with horror as she crumbled to the floor and next thing she felt was him kneeling behind her. He had not hesitated for a moment. The Awakening Ch. 01-10 Amra: follow my voice... breathe... He slowly wrapped his arms around her from behind and held her tight. She was shaking and struggling to catch some air. Amra: relax your body, and the air will come back... lay on me... breathe... Tears started falling from her eyes as she tried to understand what Amra was saying. A voice that was telling her to relax, but she felt the pain was too strong. Amra: I am here... I won't let you go until you are better... He held her tighter and she noticed how he was gently forcing her to press her back against his chest. Breaking her pose. Amra: give in... Her mind suddenly became clearer, even though she kept her eyes closed, she felt as something warm and bright was around her, distending her muscles, softening her own embrace. Amra: slowly... let it go... She heard him clearly, and felt her fists opening, her arms slowly lowering, her chest became numb. The pain, so deep and sharp, was disappearing, replaced by a numbness -- a confusing but much more preferable sensation. Amra: now... breathe... She gasped and started breathing heavy and fast, trying to recover her breath. She started to shake and sob, and he held her tight, not letting her go. Her face pressed against his shoulder as he slowly rocked her back and forth. The air was filling her lungs, giving her back some lucidity. The last time she felt like this, she fainted and woke up at the hospital. Doctors never found anything wrong with her, deciding it was just a panic attack. It happened a few more times, randomly, without any specific reason, but she hadn't felt this in years. And it was never this strong. She felt very tired after the pain that consumed her. Amra was breathing slowly in her face, and she couldn't open her eyes yet. She might had been better now, and able to stand up and walk some, but he felt so good, she wanted more. He lifted a hand to brush some hair away from her face, and with the tip of his fingers touched her tears. She turned her head towards him, and her eyes opened half way. He was looking at his fingertips, rubbing the tears, then looking down at her. She was biting her lip again and he closed his eyes and shook his head. Pronab: Amra... what did you do?! She could turn her head towards him if she wanted to, but she felt so weak. She closed her eyes and waited to obtain more strength so she could explain to Pronab what had happened. Amra did not move, but she knew that entering the room to watch them as they were now could lead to the wrong idea. Amra: we need a doctor, just to make sure... Pronab: a doctor?! What happened? Amra: she couldn't breathe... but she is better now... Pronab: for a moment I thought... Amra: you should know me better... Pronab: I am sorry... She heard them talk as if she wasn't there, and perhaps they thought she was unconscious. She heard Pronab leave the room and return seconds later, or perhaps minutes? Saying that the medics were coming and he had to let her go. But she did not want him to let her go, she felt safe and calm where she was, she didn't want to leave so soon. She struggled to open her eyes and looked for Pronab who was kneeling close to them. Caliope: I just... need water... and... Just give me a few minutes to recover... I will be fine... Pronab: Miss Woodward the medics are in the living room please let me take you there. Amra needs to stay here. Come, let me help you stand. Very reluctantly she stood up with the help of Amra and Pronab, with an arm on Pronab's shoulder, she walked to the living room. Out there she found a doctor with a nurse, both walked fast to assist Pronab and they sat her on the sofa. Checking her pulse and her blood pressure. After a few more minutes she told them she used to have these attacks years ago and they always came with no reason. The doctor wrote down some indications and then set an appointment to check her on his clinic. He said she needed some rest but she was in good condition, He advised her to be careful until they could have some tests done on her to find out more. Doctor and nurse left and Pronab walked them out, when he got back he was looking worried at her. She smiled and shook her head softly. Caliope: I am going to be ok, trust me, I have been there before... Pronab: you should get tested and try to be more careful, it's just weird that doctors never found out why you had them before, let's hope they do now. Caliope: I never worried since I never had them again, until now... I will go to the clinic and get everything done in order, don't worry. Pronab: that's ok... your friend is back in her hotel by the way, I took care of it... Caliope: what? Vanessa? I said I was going to pick her up... Pronab: its pass 4pm now, I got here at 2:30 like Elaine asked me to. Caliope: that can't be right, it can't be... I am losing my mind... Pronab looked nervous at her. Caliope shook her head and tried to understand what was happening, she had been there no more than half hour when she had her panic attack, had she passed out at some point? Did Amra hold her all that time? She couldn't understand how it was that she had been losing track of time so much lately. Pronab: I think you should go rest now, my driver will take you to your friend's hotel and after that you could rest, I will talk to Elaine and you can take tomorrow off. Caliope: I can't... I should finish my work tomorrow... Pronab: I insist, don't worry, take a day, and then return more relaxed... She started to think she might need that day off more than she wanted. Spend it with her friend who had been hurt and hospitalized. She should sleep more, and slow down. She nodded to Pronab and stood up. Caliope: thank you... I will just say goodbye to Amra and go... Pronab: don't worry I will tell him you left to rest, he knows you are ok now... Caliope: ok... I will go now then... thank you... Pronab: my pleasure, please get some rest and we will see you here in two days. She picked up her bag and went down the elevator. At the entrance there was a guy who was expecting her, informing her that he was the driver of Mister Pronab, and he would take her to the desired destination. She arrived to the hotel and dismissed the driver, calling on the reception for her friend. Once she came down and held her in a tight hug she smiled at her then got a bit more worried. Vanessa: how have you been? You look pale honey, I thought you forgot about me again... but nice touch to send me a limo driver and all, I felt like a star! Caliope: I am so sorry I missed picking you up, but glad you returned in style... They went to have a coffee at the hotel's restaurant and there Caliope told her friend about how she had been feeling odd lately, her lapses of missed time and how she had a panic attack today, like she used to years before. Vanessa expressed her concern and agreed it was an excellent idea for her to take a day off. She even arranged a day in Central Park for them to enjoy a picnic, fresh air, relaxation and no worries to help her recover. Caliope agreed it was perhaps what she needed, and maybe all the past events, were only signs to prevent her from this panic attack, in which case she should be more than glad that it was all going to stop now. After some hours, they had a nice dinner then Caliope left to her home, promising to pick Vanessa up next morning for their day out. She hailed a taxi and returned home. Every time she got there, it all became routine. Cooking, some cleaning, shower, reading some, then laid on her bed to sleep. She was so tired, she skipped her routine and went directly to bed, happy that she would be spending the time with Vanessa the next day. Next morning, Caliope took a shower and prepared for a simple day in the park. She went to pick up Vanessa and they rented a car for the day. Going to Central Park was something that they both enjoyed, the day was sunny and the weather was just perfect. They found a spot to lay a blanket and prepared their little basket with food and both sat. They started to talk about old memories and some adventures, laughing and chilling. Caliope was a little sad to know that Vanessa was called back to work so she would have to leave that night, but she was very happy that they could resume and strengthen their friendship, they hadn't seen each other for a long time but it felt like it was just yesterday. That afternoon they picked up all their belongings and returned to the car, making sure that was all there before leaving. They went to an art gallery to buy something for Vanessa to take home. After a while watching the different styles and types of paintings and structures, she picked an old statue of a cowboy she was fond of. After returning the car they went back to the hotel where Vanessa packed her bags and paid her bill. Caliope had promised to take her to the airport and they went together in a cab. It was hard to let her friend go, but she knew they would keep in touch. After a long and almost embarrassing hug, they said goodbye and promised to talk soon. It was late and Caliope was not really hungry, she wanted to sleep and felt very tired. She set her alarm clock to the usual time and easily felt asleep. Next morning, getting back to her routine was easy. She entered car with Marco and left for the residence. Miss Clark was so happy to see her fine and in good shape, and she said she would give her more days if it wasn't that she was starting to need her books in order. They both laughed. Miss Clark said goodbye and left with Magna and Caliope was again alone. No, not alone. Amra was there, in his room, and she hadn't seen him since her panic attack. She wanted to thank him, but she was scared to knock on his door. Finally she finished all the cataloging on the books of Miss Clark library, and put labels on each group in order. And now, what else to do? She check the clock, it was only noon. After a lunch of a sandwich and juice, she went to the living room, sat down on the sofa looking around, took out a book and started reading. It was about 5pm when Miss Clark returned from her usual working day. She asked how things were doing and Caliope showed her finished cataloging work on the library. Miss Clark was very impressed and after Caliope explained her all the categories she made she found herself with a green card to go home. The next day Miss Clark left her additional paper work to complete. She was in charge this time to select more nonprofit organizations to receive grant funds from Miss Clark's enterprise. By the end of the day she had selected two humanitarian movements that helped street people and ex-convicts to find work and help them find a new life out of the streets. She was proud of herself. The following days went by in a similar way, and though she was happy to have work to do, keeping herself busy, she never saw Amra around anymore, and it made her sad that it could have been her fault. Perhaps she got too close to him, or maybe he was gone. Miss Clark never talked about her son, and she thought that strange. Another weekend came along without any interesting events, and so did the next two. She was quite familiar with her tasks and even went with Miss Clark to her company a few times to see the results of her work. She still hadn't seen Amra which made her sadder. Miss Clark held her hand and kissed her cheek when she said goodbye, wishing her another happy weekend. Caliope left with her payment and returned home. There was normality back in her life, routine, but it felt strange and undesirable. That night she sat on the floor with her back against the bed and started thinking what she did wrong. Tears starting to fall from her eyes and she did not hold them, the tears felt well, she needed to let go that frustration inside. The ring of the door sounded almost far away, but enough to wake her from her trance. Slowly she got up, drying her tears and walked towards the door. She looked towards her clock on the bed table and it was nearly 11pm, she wasn't expecting anyone. As she got to the door, that strange and familiar sensation crawled in her skin, and her eyes widened as she rushed to open it. Amra looked down at her as soon as she did. ----- Chapter 7 ----- She didn't need to think twice, she crushed her face in his chest and wrapped her arms around him. Amra held her tenderly, and caressed the back of her hair. She was incredibly happy and pushed away any thoughts of why he came in the first place, and this late at night. She hadn't seen him in weeks and now felt how much she missed him, it was crazy. Amra: may I come in? Caliope nodded with a smile and let him in. Her apartment wasn't big, it was quite simple. One small living room and a little kitchen with a table for two and two chairs. Her little room had a bed and night table, the bathroom was cramped but with enough room to move comfortably. She picked up a book from the sofa and offered him a seat. Amra sat down and looked up at her. She was standing next to him smiling but not sure what to do. He gave her that innocent smile that always gave her goosebumps and made her weak in her knees. Caliope: I... I am happy to see you... Amra extended an arm and offered his hand to take hers. She hesitated at first, but then let him take her hand, and he gently pulled her to his lap. She felt tiny there, sitting with her legs on the side, cuddled in his arms pressing her head on his shoulder, near his neck, where she could smell his perfume, something unique and natural, it was soft yet it lingered. They both remained in silent for a while, he held her and laid his lips on her forehead. She smiled and felt a warm sensation overtake her. Her hand moved up to his chest and caressed him tenderly, tugging on his shirt. He chuckled. She moved slightly but remained with her head against his shoulder. She couldn't look at him, not yet, she was afraid of what would happen if she did. Caliope: I didn't offer you something to drink... would you like water? Or juice? Amra: water will be fine... She took a deep breath and nodded. She didn't want to get up but he was there, that was all that she could think of. Another thought came to her mind as she stood up and walked to the fridge, she should be calling Miss Clark to let her know Amra was there. Quickly dismissing that thought, she didn't want to be apart from him yet, and the last time she knew Caliope was with her son, she rushed to separate them. After getting the glass of water and turning back to him, she heard a sound from her phone, indicating the low battery. She picked it up, and passed him the glass, turning to look for the charger, she watched the time in her phone and gasped. Amra: you are not crazy... He noticed her reaction, and she turned to look at him scared. It was 12:30 a.m. and he had only been there a few minutes-- 10, 15 at the most. Again she was missing time, but this time Amra noticed it too, and had just assured her that she was not losing her mind. That was true, she just realized. Every time she felt the time slip away from her, it was near him. He offered his hand again but she couldn't move, she was staring at him and he shook his head a bit sad. He could pull her to him, as she was just a step from him, but she was scared. Amra: do you trust me? That question was echoing in her mind, did she trust him? Every fiber in her body said yes, but her mind was quickly forming questions. She had to give an answer fast. But couldn't really know what to think. 'He saved you' a voice in her head resonated louder than any other, and she nodded at him. That simple nod brought back the smile in his face. She looked at her phone, noticing it was near 1am. She watched in shock. Amra: stop looking at the time or you will panic again... Caliope closed her eyes and shook her head, opening them again to look for the charger, plugged the phone in the kitchen, and then walked slowly back to him. She sat next to him, facing him, a million questions scrambled in her head. She looked straight at him and found him looking at her with growing worry. Amra: I hope I didn't do any wrong by coming here... I felt you were too sad, it formed a void inside me, and I had to come see you... Caliope nodded but did not speak. She still did not know what to say first. Amra: let me start by saying this... I am here to explain some things to you, but as you hear them, more questions will arise... I am not normal, like anyone you have met... time doesn't move the same way around me... and I can't always control this, not yet at least... So please don't panic, it will delay the explanation I will give you... That was true, she couldn't afford to panic now, not now that he was there, in her home, offering her answers to things she thought impossible, things that made her think she was losing her mind. Caliope: what are you...? Amra smiled again, happy to hear her speak. Amra: do you believe in God? Caliope: *frowning* you won't tell me you are God now... Amra laughed softly and his laugh was a so full of joy and amusement, she thought how silly her statement was. She smiled. Amra: no... But do you believe in him? Caliope: I haven't in a while... but I once did... Amra: do you believe in heaven and hell? Angels... Caliope: I guess it is the same... I haven't in a while... I used to when I was younger... Amra: I am an Angel, which is the quickest answer to all your questions, it is the best straight answer I can give you... Caliope pondered his words one by one. An Angel, he was an Angel. She started to rationalize this carefully. 'Ok, let's not go into this too deep and philosophical, an Angel, time doesn't move the same way around him, ok, it makes sense'. Amra: I haven't been here in a long time, I forgot how to control the things I do... I haven't been wanting to re learn them until I met you... She felt as her heart was pounding fast again. An Angel, that would explain why Miss Clark said he was mentally ill, this way she wouldn't ask much, she would not bother to talk to him or to really dig too deep. Until he met her... She had too many questions before getting to what was going on between them. Caliope: and Miss Clark? Is she, your mother? Amra: *chuckling* hardly... she is also an Angel, but she has been here long, and she is helping me. Before you ask, yes, Pronab is also one... Caliope: she did not want us to stay in contact for long... Amra: *nodding* she was worried, and with good reason... I move in a different reality, and time moves different around me... as you noticed, you had been feeling it... Caliope: I thought I was losing my mind... Amra: I had not realized at first, but Elaine suspected it, and after confirming, she asked me to keep in mind the effects on you... Caliope: what happened at the restaurant? Amra:*sigh* not only time moves different around me... I see things different... if I wish to, and I focus, I see many possibilities... I see all possible results of an action... I saw you in my mind making a call to your friend... I saw you at the restaurant... and no matter what action you took, the outcome was always the same... I had to go there myself... I was hoping you could see me and come out, which you did, but I did not think of what would happen after... I did not think you would return... Caliope: you can see the future?! Amra: no... is not like that... it is... as if I see how one action that you make, leads to many possible results, they are like flashes in my mind, many ways of things that could happen... neither is exact, and neither is completely accurate... I saw you a million times doing a million different things... the explosion would have killed you... And I... I didn't want that to happen to you... The Awakening Ch. 01-10 He looked a little sad, and occupied his mind looking around her home. She thought of his words rationalizing it, if she had set her mind into believing this, it was all making sense, and she wasn't imagining things. And above all, an Angel, Amra was an Angel, and he was sitting there next to her, she couldn't help it anymore, it was now becoming more personal, the way she felt around him, the way she was drawn to him, and how he behaved with her, was all this just what was expected when one was around an Angel? She felt as if all the special ideas of them having something different was crumbling. Caliope: so then... this is what it feels like to be near an Angel... Amra: to humans in general yes... Caliope: well, I am human... Amra: not just any human to me... She felt her cheeks blush, and bit her lower lip. He smiled at her and moved his hand to caress her face, she was melting in his arms. She thought of how easy she was falling for him, deep inside her she thought she was a fool for falling for an Angel when she did not know much of him at all. But he was there with her, revealing a new world, and giving her own world a new meaning. There was a connection between them she could not deny it. Amra: I really can't explain it... the day I met you, I 'felt' different... Caliope: what do you mean...? Amra: I am down in earth for a reason... a reason you are not ready to hear... but, I didn't want to be really involved into this mission until I met you... you made me believe in my mission... His thumb brushed her lips and she shivered. He put an arm around her. She looked up at him and felt how she craved for his touch. He could have her any way he wanted there, but he was being gentle and careful, he really cared about her. Caliope: I am just a human... Amra: the moment I met you, you stopped being just that... He closed his eyes, a long sigh and silence along with it. She couldn't believe there was something special in her, but if he could see something in her that was special she had to believe it. Caliope: how...? Amra chuckled again, and did not open his eyes, he was shaking his head slowly. She saw regret on him and that started to make her panic. She didn't regret anything, and no matter how hard it was going to be being with him, she did not want him regretting it. She lifted her hand and this time it was her caressing his face. His eyes opened and he looked down at her. She felt her heart racing fast as for the first time, he felt helpless. She jumped into his arms without thinking, taking him by surprise. She buried her face in his neck and he slowly gave in to the embrace, holding her tight to him. Amra: there is not a how... it just happened... will that answer be enough for you...? Ever...? Caliope nodded and held him tight, she thought that, whatever she did to deserve him in her life she couldn't control, but the now, the here, she was in control of. She knew he was different, from the first time she saw him, and she felt different with him. No, it was not the same with all Angels, Miss Clark and Pronab were Angels too, but she felt normal around them. It was only him. Only Amra was the one who moved her with a smile and make her melt in a hug. Amra: I should leave soon, the longer I stay with you, the more time passes different around you... I still haven't learned to control it here... Caliope: at the restaurant, it didn't happen the same... Amra: it was a place filled with people, I needed to find you... some people might have been affected, some might not... I didn't care... I was there only for a minute or two... 5 or 10 for normal people... Caliope: I don't want you to go... He smiled and squeezed her arms tenderly. Kissing the top of her head. She took a deep breath and pondered her next words with careful thought. She wanted to be with him. Caliope: it's the weekend... stay... He nodded, and didn't object. He held her tight for a few more minutes, then let her go. She curled up in his lap again and snuggled in his arms. She gazed upon the window and saw some light coming up. It was already morning. She felt as if time outside was flying, but in there, with him, time moved slower. She did not want to leave his side, not now, not ever. Caliope: promise me something... Amra: what is that? Caliope: promise me that, no matter what crazy powers you have, you will never use them against me... no memory erasing or controlling my feelings, I need to know this is really me feeling what I feel with you... Amra chuckled and kissed her forehead smiling. Amra: powers, huh? Caliope: don't laugh at me! I am serious! She chuckled too realizing how silly it sounded. And squeezed his arms making him hold her tighter. Amra: I promise... Caliope: will you always tell me the truth? No matter how hard it seems to be? Amra: I promise... always... ----- Chapter 8 ----- Caliope woke up and found herself in bed, a blanket covering and giving her warmth. She looked around and there were no signs of Amra. She sat on her bed and took a deep breath, pondering about recent events. Did she dream it all? No, it was real, she knew it was real. She could still feel his perfume, his arms, the warm sensation of his voice and how special she felt now. Amra: you are awake... Her face lit up with a smile, as she saw him watching her from the small living room. She patted the seat next to her and he walked into the room to sit by her side. She hugged him tightly, not wanting to feel that emptiness when he wasn't there anymore. Caliope: I thought you were gone... I almost thought it was all a dream... Amra: I am here, I won't go without saying goodbye... She smiled, parting from his chest to look up at him. Caliope: I am afraid to ask... how much 'real' time was I asleep...? Amra: *chuckling* I said I can't control it always, but I am learning it again... it is Saturday afternoon, you probably slept about 7 hours. Good enough... Caliope: I don't want to but we should let Miss Clark know you are here, she could get worried... worse yet, she could come here with Pronab. Amra laughed and caressed her cheek with special tenderness. She blushed and laid her head on his hand. Amra: she knows I am here... she is not happy but she knows... are you afraid of Pronab? Caliope: he is strange, polite but strange, I don't know how to act around him... Amra: you can trust him, and you can trust Elaine too... now you should eat something... Amra smirked, as if he had something planned. She raised an eyebrow and looked at him. Caliope: ok, I am a bit hungry, I can cook something... I guess... Amra: no, you don't need to, I took care of it... come with me... He offered her his hand and then led her to the living room. On the table next to the sofa, there were some boxes with the special salad on two plates. She smiled at him and squeezed his hand. They both sat on the sofa, and he let her be in charge of putting the sauce over both salads. They ate smiling to each another, and had some juice. After finishing, she picked up the plates and boxes and cleaned the plates into the garbage. He smiled at her as he watched from the door. Caliope: How did you manage to bring this food? Did you called the delivery yourself? Amra: *chuckling* I am not a child Caly... I know how to do a thing or two you humans do... Caliope turned around to face him with a smile and blushed. Caliope: no one has called me that besides my friend Vanessa... it feels special when you do... Amra: I know... you and her have been friends for long, I saw it... Caliope: can you also see the past? Amra: if I have to, and I have not done that with you, I would feel as if I am invading something private... She smiled and blushed, walked to him, and held him tight in an embrace. She smiled up at him, feeling as if they both were in a bubble. Amra: I think we are both safe to come out, maybe walk around... I know you might have many questions and I will try to answer some of them... Caliope: I have a billion questions, but I am in no rush... I want to stay here with you longer... Amra: then we shall stay... He laid sideways on her bed, and she snuggled there in his arms. There were no second thoughts, she did not think about what could happen. She felt everything was so simple and special. He held her lovingly, brushing his lips on the top of her head as she closed her eyes. Even though they were silent, they were both happy. She did not worry if he was bored or if he might want to do something else, she just knew it was ok. When she decided to speak, it was already nighttime. It might have been only minutes or hours for the world outside, but it wasn't important to her. Caliope: will Miss Clark get upset with me? Amra: among all the questions you could ask, I did not see that one coming... He chuckled and pulled back a smile to her. She opened her eyes blushing, looking up at those magnetic eyes that she gets lost in. Caliope: I respect her, and I don't feel comfortable without talking to her, knowing where we stand now after I found out all about you and them... Amra: you can still work for her... but please don't call me her son anymore... Caliope: I might, just to tease you... He smiled and moved his thumb to brush her lips. She blushed again and felt nervous and anxious. Whatever reason she felt so drawn to him was only a little fraction of how much she felt drawn to his lips, but she never thought about it. He watched her reaction and shook his head slowly, closing his eyes. Amra: I need to be careful with you... Caliope: will you break me...? That question made him open his eyes in surprise. And she was surprised as well, that question came out without her thinking at all. Amra could have the secrets of the universe, and share them with her if she wanted, but right now, right there, the only thing that worried her was if getting closer to him would hurt her, would break her emotionally. Amra: do you fear I could harm you? Caliope: *shaking her head* I want to know if you trust me too... Amra: I am here, I told you what I am... I trust you... Caliope: if what I understand is correct, you are here because you feel something special and unique for me... and I had stop thinking about anything since I felt the way I feel when I am with you... I am afraid it might end... if you might leave... me... alone... He shook his head and held her face with extra tenderness. His eyes dark, looking worried, locked on hers. His thumb brushed her lips. Amra: this only happens to us once in our lifetime... do you understand how unique that is? Caliope blushed and nodded, her heart was pounding fast, the meaning of his words were of such importance, and her world would never be the same. Amra: I... would never hurt you... or would ever let anyone harm you, as long as I can... I promise... Caliope: thank you... Small tears fell from her eyes, but she was smiling, and he leaned closer. For the first time she saw a vulnerability in him. She held her breath, and he closed his eyes, just as his lips touched hers. Her heart pounded fast, and every cell in her body felt different. She was floating, a warmth covering her as tingling sensations ran thru her. Her lips felt warm, so warm, an intense burning sensation that became strong but delightful. She arched her body, her arms wrapped around him as the kiss became deeper, and he held her tighter. A hand on her face, as another brushed her arm, and held her trembling body holding the kiss, prolonging it as much as he could. She whimpered softly as he parted his lips from hers, realizing only then they both were breathing fast and heavy, and she was gasping for air. He smiled down at her and caressed her face slowly. Amra: you are... the most vulnerable and yet, the most powerful creature I have ever met... and that is saying a lot... Again she blushed, and slowly tried to catch her breath. She closed her eyes and pressed her face against his chest. Amra: do you still believe I would ever hurt you? Caliope: it is hard... it was hard... for me to even begin to think of anything between you and me... but yes, I believe in you... and I -know- you won't hurt me... He nodded and smiled, and they held each other as she closed her eyes and felt asleep. When she woke up it was day again, and Amra was still holding her. His eyes closed. She watched him sleep so calmly, and she started to think that it would have never crossed her mind how an Angel would look. He was perfect in every way she saw him, and yet, different in every vision she could have imagined of him. A small thought crossed her mind, in his eternity, she was only a fraction of a second of existence. A sharp pain in her heart she quickly struggled to forget, if she would ever had a final breath to give, she did not want to think about it, not now, when everything was so perfect. That small unpredicted heart beat made him open his eyes. She smiled at him, squeezing his hand. Amra: are you ok? Caliope: I think we can go out for a walk now, if you think you can control that time thing again... Amra: *chuckling* I already did... She tilted her head and looked at the window, and then frowned looking back at him a little amused. He chuckled more and kissed her forehead, rising from the bed and helping her up to. She stretched her arms then looked at the clock, it was just 6am, so she concluded time was running normally again. They slept together with time running normally for once. Caliope: I want to take a shower before we go, can you wait for me? Amra: I will make a call to Elaine and Pronab, for them, I guess time has been running too slow... Caliope: maybe, invite them to lunch, we could meet them... I really need to talk to her before I see her Monday morning and pretend like nothing happened... Amra: go take your shower, I will take care of it... She smiled and went into the bathroom. She did not know if he would walk inside or not, the possibility made her nervous and excited. She turned the water on, and slowly undressed waiting for the warmth of the water. A couple minutes later, the water was warm enough, and she quickly washed herself. Once she finished showering, she wrapped a towel around her, blushing as she realized she had to leave the room to find clothes to wear, and he would see her. She hurried, noticing he was not there and locked herself on the bathroom to get ready. They left the small building together, holding hands as they walked. It was a bit cloudy outside, but to them it felt wonderful. He was taller than her, with a sculpted body, muscles and bones of man who would probably not lose a fight if he engaged in one. She on the other hand was smaller, curvy but simple, she felt so different near him. She looked up at him in admiration, and she decided to believe in her own special role in the universe if this Angel, her Angel, was in love of her. They walked for a few blocks, then took a taxi together. Miss Clark was going to meet them with Pronab in a very exclusive restaurant near Central Park. She had mentioned to Amra how beautiful it was there and how much she enjoyed it the last time she went there with her friend, so he wanted to see it for himself. They walked through the park enjoying the kids with their parents running around, some bikers here, and some people walking their dogs there. Amra looked at a tree and pulled her in his arms, as she rested her back on his chest, and caressed his hands that were locked on her tummy. It felt perfect, it felt magical. They smiled and shared thoughts every now and then, neither of them felt rushed to say anything all the time, they could just enjoy their silence as much as their talks. He was fascinated at how simple it was to make these humans so happy. Then it happened again. She turned her head to catch a small group of cats fighting at a distance. They were further away from the people but some also noticed them, and watched with curiosity. Amra's arms tensed around her, she knew he was watching the same scene. A strange shadow of a man was close to the animals, but seemed amused by the scene. She shook her head and frowned. She could not distinguish the man, she could only see a dark figure leaning almost laughing against the tree that cast a shadow on the fighting animals. Too close to them, in her own opinion. Caliope: this is the 3rd time I've see something similar happen in the last couple of months... Amra was serious and tense, he nodded once and held her even tighter, enough to make Caliope aware of his changed mood. Amra: it is a sign... a bad sign... Caliope: I would believe so, a sign not to stay close to them for once, a sign that guy clearly is not getting it... Amra looked down at her worried, turning her face to look back at him. She worried after seeing him concerned. Amra: what... guy...? Caliope: can't you see him? I see him standing almost next to those cats... Amra: how is he dressed? Amra: I don't know, I can't tell in this distance... it is far... I only see his dark figure... he seems amused... Amra returned his worried look towards the scene, Caliope did the same, and she noticed the figure turning his head to look directly to them. Chills ran down her body, and Amra became more alert. The figure stood still and then very quickly moved away. She gasped and turned back to look at Amra worried. He closed his eyes briefly and started to move gently pulling her with him, an arm around her protectively. Amra: we need to find Elaine, now. ----- Chapter 9 ----- Caliope noticed Amra's change in attitude. But something inside her told her to just follow and she would sooner, if not later, find out what was happening. They arrived to the restaurant early, but Miss Clark and Pronab were already both waiting in a special table reserved and isolated for them. The latest probably under specific request. Elaine stood up and smiled at them both when they arrived, hugging Caliope. Pronab smiled from his seat and nodded at them. They sat down and a nervous silence surrounded the table for a while. Amra was worried and looked at Elaine, and in exchange, she looked worried at Caliope. Under the table, Amra held her hand to keep her calm. Elaine Clark: Caliope, I am sure you have questions for us... Caliope: I am aware of what you all are, and though I do have questions, they pale in comparison to what is going on now... Elaine frowned and turned her eyes to Amra. He nodded and closed his eyes, releasing a sigh. This quite simple act made the very uninterested Pronab sit straight and look worried at him, as did Elaine. He kept his eyes closed as if looking for the right words. Elaine Clark: what happened? Amra: the signs... are becoming more alarming... and, it is not just that, she saw one of them... Elaine's eyes widened in panic, looking back at Caliope, who felt as if she was unaware of a terrible disaster that concerned her, but they were still keeping her uninformed. She turned to Amra and squeezed his hand, making him open his eyes again only to look at her. Caliope: remember your promise... That was all it took for Amra to nod and turn his head slowly to Elaine and Pronab. Amra: she doesn't know about my mission... but she knows I am here for something... I need a moment to think... He stood up and turned to Caliope. Amra: I will be back soon... Pronab, walk with me. Pronab nodded and followed Amra outside the restaurant, leaving Caliope with Elaine alone. She turned her head at Elaine confused and nervous. Caliope: I think I can start to ask some questions now... Elaine Clark: he doesn't know well how to deal with this Caliope, he left us alone because he knows I will do my best to help you understand... do you mind if I start explaining some things? That might already clear some doubts... The Awakening Ch. 01 The Awakening, Chapter 1, Early Years. A young couple begins exploring the boundaries of their sexuality. May 1998. Their first time. It was graduation day for Jennifer and Matt. They were thrilled to be out of high school. They met in the parking lot after graduation and made arrangements to go to each other's graduation party. Both families were having graduation parties for their kids at their homes, but also knew that these two, who had been dating for about 6 months, were going to make the obligatory visits to each other's party. The parents had seen how close they had become. "Finally!" Jennifer exclaimed to Matt. "We are finally out of high school. I thought the last three months were going to last forever!" "Well, it's all over now," Matt said as he held his girlfriend tight. He loved the feel of her strong, lithe body. She was about 5' 5" and only 105 pounds. But it was 105 pounds of the great body of a soccer player. She also had "nearly" blonde hair, meaning that she had been blonde most of her young life, but it was darkening just a bit and so she had some lighter highlights put in it. And her eyes! He couldn't get enough of them. It wasn't just the deep blue color, but the way they sparkled just for him. He thought, no, he knew, he was in love with this woman. And they hadn't even had sex yet! He was not a virgin, having had sex a few times with his last girlfriend, but he knew that Jen was. They had not denied themselves access to each other's bodies, but there had been no copulation. They had masturbated each other, and Matt thought that when she gave him a hand job that she almost worshipped his cock. It was just the way she treated it. She didn't just jerk it off, she was almost making love to his cock. She had only gone down on him once and she was still shy about oral sex, but he was not concerned about that. He was in love. "Yes, it is." Jen said, breaking Matt's reverie. "But the rest of our lives is just beginning. And I can't wait!" "Yes, I can see that." Matt said, seeing that glorious sparkle in her eyes and getting the feeling that she was ready to jump out of his arms and catapult herself around the school. "Okay," Jen continued, giving him a quick peck, "I have to go. I'll come to your place at 4 for the afternoon party and then we can both come over to my party at about 8." Jen extricated herself from her boyfriends clutch and started to walk away, but turned just before he started to head to the parking lot. "I have a little surprise for you, too." She gave him a conspiratorial grin and a wink, her eyes sparkling enough to cause a fire in his groin. She turned and walked away. Matt almost got a hard on just thinking about her surprise. He was sure it was her virginity. They had talked about saving it for after graduation, and it was, well... after graduation. They were both going to the same college, but he wanted her. All of her. He was sure that he could never feel this way about anyone else. The graduation parties were fun and both had their entire families present at each party. Jen got to Matt's party at about 4:15 and they stayed there enjoying the accolades from his family, and then they got into her car and went to her house and went through the same ritual. Finally, the party started breaking up about midnight and the family members were all departing. Jen and Matt said good-bye to everyone and then Jen said she was going to take Matt home. They got into Jen's car and started toward Matt's house. He wasn't sure what was going to happen. She had not provided any hint of the surprise, but he was patiently waiting. Suddenly, she turned to head out of their small town, in the opposite direction of his house. "Where are we going?" he asked, with a smile and fake surprise. "You'll see," she said. She drove out of town and turned onto a back farmer's road, one he knew well. It had a row of about 5 weeping willows that kids liked to park under because it hid just about everything from view. She parked and turned to him. "I guess you know what your surprise is." Jen said. "Well... I know what I hope it is." "What's that?" she asked as she slid right up against him. "Sex?" he asked, sheepishly. "Yesss!" she hissed as she reached down and grabbed his cock. It was already hard from just the anticipation. "And I see parts of you are thinking ahead." " Jen, you know I love you, right?" She pulled back and little and looked at him seriously. He could just make out the way her eyes searched his in the dark and shadows. "You know, I knew you were in love with me, but that's the first time you've actually said it." "I know" Matt said quietly. "Are you angry about that?" "No" Jen kissed him lightly. "But it makes me feel better about giving you my virginity." "That's not why I said it." He said defensively. "Whoa. I wasn't making an accusation; just an observation. I was going to give it to you anyway. I love you and I want to get this over with... now. I have to." She started unbuttoning her blouse. Matt watched as she took off her shirt. She didn't have a bra on, her perky little almost B cup breasts coming into view. She then started unzipping her skirt. It was a knee length skirt and it came off easily, but Matt was shocked to see that she had no panties on! "Jen, where are your panties?" "I'm going to get fucked tonight. Who needs panties?" Matt looked up at her a little shocked. She had never used the "f" word that he knew of. "Uh, hon, if you are going to fuck me (she drew out the word fuck and emphasized it for his benefit), then you need to take off your pants. " Matt had them off in about 5 seconds, his shirt took another 3. When undressed he turned toward Jen and starting feeling her tits. They were small, like she was, and just as perky. They had the most fantastic nipples on them. When hard, they were irresistible. He loved to suck on them while he finger-fucked her and he started on that now. He sucked on her right nipple and put his hand down under her to feel that wonderful pussy. She always kept it shaved to a small triangle over the top because of the bathing suit she wore, and he loved just that little bit of pubic hair. He could feel it against his palm as he ran his fingers along her slit, searching for the Promised Land. He felt her grab his dick and it was like an iron bar. She loved his body as much as he loved hers. He was the centerfielder for the baseball team and that meant young and healthy and in shape. He was about 5' 11" and 175 pounds, lean and strong, with just enough muscles to be fit, but not muscle-bound. She loved every square inch of his body. "Mmmm... " Jen moaned. "I love the way you suck on my nipples." Matt moaned as well. She usually wasn't very vocal during their encounters. This was new and exciting. He continued to run his fingers through her slit, finding her vaginal opening and sticking a finger in. She was already getting wet. He moved his mouth up and they kissed furiously. She was always a fantastic kisser, but she was practically sucking his tongue out of this head! At the same time she was running her hand up and down his dick, feeling the way the circumcised mushroom head bloomed at the top. He was also starting to leak precum. Finally, she broke off the kiss and said "It's time Matt. I want to be fucked now." There's that word again, thought Matt. He started to move so that he could get on top of her, but she put a hand on his chest to stop him. "I think it will work better if you stay there." He sat back and she climbed on his lap. He could feel the heat from her young pussy and her nipples were poking holes into his chest. He grabbed her ass as she got situated. "Oh, god, Jen, you are so fucking hot!" He used the word fuck himself. It made him hotter. She had a good hold on his dick and was facing him, her knees on the seat either side of him, rubbing it against her pussy. "I need to get your dick a little lubricated first." she said. "I'm pretty wet, so it won't take long. Mmmm. There it is. Can you feel it?" Matt looked up at her, completely lust filled and said "Oh, yeah, baby. I can feel it. It feels like you're putting my dick into a furnace." She smiled. "Okay. I'm going to put it into the entrance, but let me control it at first." Matt just nodded and tried to control his reflex to fuck her. She slid down a couple of inches and Matt felt her pussy lips slide around his cock for the first time. All he could do is moan. She sat there for a second and Matt stared at her eyes. It was dark, but they both stared at the other, knowing that this was a moment to remember. Matt started to say something when suddenly she dropped herself forcibly onto his dick. She yelped and then it was over. She sat there for a second, getting used to the unfamiliar flesh buried deep in her pussy. Matt just stared at her face. "Just a minute longer." Jen said. And so they sat like that. Matt stared at her face, feeling his dick buried in that wonderful, hot place, wondering what was going through her mind. He was in heaven as he looked her over; her nipples were so erect and hard and the sweat on her chest and tits was glistening in the small bit of light coming through the windows. And then she started rocking and moving on his dick. He moaned. He was not a virgin, but four fucks do not a master make. "Oh... my... god!" Jen said. "This is so wonderful. I knew that I would love it and wanted you to do it tonight." She started rocking harder and her breathing increased. Matt moaned again. "Jen, you are so fantastic." Matt ran his hands over her ass slowly, savoring the feel of those finely muscled, yet smooth cheeks. He ran them up over her chest, feeling those nipples, so hard and delicious. "Mmmm" was all that she could say. She was rocking her hips pretty well now and Matt knew that he would be coming soon. His dick was throbbing and her cunt was flexing, sucking and pulling at his dick. Finally, he knew that he was moving faster than she was toward orgasm, so he reached down with his right hand, and pushed his thumb down onto her clit. She jerked, rocked harder and shouted "Oh, yes, Matt, right there... you've got it baby... oh, fuck, I'm cummmminnnngggg!" and she jerked once, twice, three times suddenly and then slowed to a steady circular movement of her hips. Finally, Matt let loose. "Here it comes, baby. I'm going to cum in you. Oh, yeah... this is it, uugggghhh. Ugggghhh. Oh, fuck!" and he spurted and spurted and his body spasmed as it pumped her young no-longer-virgin pussy full of cum. He pulled her into him to feel the heat of their bodies locked together, her nipples poking him in the chest and her breath on his neck. He looked up at her with a smile, but then got worried. "Wait, should I have cum in you?" Jen rose up away from him. "Oh, yeah, now you think about that" she giggled and punched him. "Yes, it's fine. My mother and I went to the doctor and I started the pill last month. She wanted me to be protected in college. But our parents are not stupid. I think she knew what was happening because of the timing of my request." "You know I want us to be together at college, don't you?" Matt said. Jen flexed her pussy muscles and squeezed her legs together acting like she was angry. "You'd better not even think about fucking another girl, or you'll lose this precious thing." "How can I think of fucking another girl when all I can think about is fucking you again... right now!" Jen laughed. "No way, we both need to get home," she said as she got off his lap. When she got up, cum dripped out of her pussy and onto his dick and legs. She looked down at it and could see even in the semi-darkness that it was tinged with blood. "Be careful. Get some napkins out of the glove compartment to wipe that up. I don't want you going home with blood-stained cum on your underwear. Your Mom will know where it came from in a microsecond." Matt reached in for the napkins, wiped up the mess, and they dressed to return home. "College is going to be fun," he thought. Coming next: Part 2. Marriage. The Awakening Ch. 01 Part One -- The Woman In The Mirror Dark; then light; my eyelids flutter. "Can he hear us?" a woman's voice. Dark; then light. "He's still comatose; but he's improving," an authoritative male voice. Light; now dark, the dream returns. I'm inside the mirror but I can't be seen. I try to reach through the glass but I can't. I try to speak but I am mute. I am a floating entity who exists behind the looking glass. The woman is attractive for her age; early forties? She's seated in front of the large vanity mirror; she's finishing her makeup, applying a final coat of face powder. She wears too much makeup but it suits her. Dark ruby-red lipstick; her lips are full and they glisten in the harsh lights of the vanity mirror. Her cheeks are rouged, accenting her well-defined cheekbones. Her eye makeup is striking. Black eyeliner carefully applied to her upper and lower eyelids. She has contoured each of her eyes, the black eyeliner begins in the inner corner of her eyelids, across the lash-line to the outer corners of her eyes, sort of like an Egyptian courtesan. Black mascara; her lashes are coated so thickly you might think them false. Eyeshadow, blue-green blended into mauve and possibly even some purple. It extends beyond her eyelids almost to her brows, which are hidden by the bangs of her hair. A classic bob, brunette with subtle dark-red highlights. She's preening now; a few strokes with the hairbrush, blending eyeshadow with her fingertips; a final flick of the powder brush, then she runs a finger along the edges of her lips. Her nailpolish matches her lipstick. She puckers and air-kisses her reflection; she smiles and is at once beautiful and radiant. The silver drop-earrings that dangle from her ears peek through her hair. The earrings match a necklace that adorns her throat; the rings on her fingers are also silver. She stands. As she walks away I see the rest of her. Slim. Mauve satin blouse, navy-blue skirt, black high-heeled pumps. The hem of her skirt teases the backs of her knees. Taupe stockings with black seams. I smile. Who is she? Do I know her! Dark again. "It's a good sign Mrs Nyland," the doctor nods at my erection and at the smile on my face. "He's obviously having good dreams in there," the woman replies, a little embarrassed. The doctor nods and lifts the chart at the end of my hospital bed and scribbles some notes. I wake from my coma four hours later almost three months to the day of the accident. "Thank god Michael!" the woman smiles; but there are tears in her eyes. She hugs me and I try to respond but I can't form the words I want to say to her. My arms feel like they have lead weights attached. I lift them up with great difficulty and drape them around her shoulders. It's the best I can do to comfort the woman sobbing against my chest. "Who are you?" I manage to croak. "Your wife," she sobs. It's almost another month before I was allowed to return home, still suffering from transient lacunar amnesia. Some things I can remember like they only happened minutes before, and some things I can't remember at all. The doctors say that hopefully my memory will fully return, but not to expect too much too soon. Nadine is my wife. I remember her now. I know I love her and I know we were high school sweethearts. She is an attractive woman for her age but she is not the woman I dreamt about in my coma. She wears hardly any makeup and seldom wears skirts and satin blouses; she's a pantsuit and cotton shirt girl. Sensible shoes and minimal accessories, that's her. Her hair is usually kept up; tied in a neat bun or swept back in a ponytail. She nurses me until I am fully recovered and am ready to return to work. We work together trying to recover my memories and most of them have returned and I am keen to regain my life. I can live with the memory gaps that I can't fill; they will either return or they won't. I remember the accident too; I was clipped by a car whilst riding my bike. We haven't had sex yet. Not for lack of trying; we have kissed, cuddled, fondled and caressed, but I remain impotent. We talk to the doctor about it and he says it might take a little time for my libido to return. I wake each morning with a full erection and a fading memory or the woman in the mirror. My wife has tried to take advantage of my morning wood, or 'nocturnal penile tumescence' as my doctor calls it, but my erection diminishes with the memory of the woman in the mirror. I finally return to work and am greeted with much love, hospitality, and accolades regarding my tenacity and my determination to recovery from my accident. Most of my work colleagues have visited me at home and eventually I remember them all. My boss promised me my job would be waiting for me if I recovered and he lived up to his promise. I am a salesman for a large publishing house; one of the best salesmen in the state apparently. I soon get back on the horse and am selling my quota plus. I think some of my best sales are made because some of my clients feel sympathetic for me, but who am I to reject their generosity? After a few weeks its business as usual. Now if I could just get my sex life in order! And then Nadine surprises me. I come home from work one evening after working late and find the lounge room is gloomy, lit only by a single floor lamp. Nadine stands in the pool of light. She looks awesome! She's wearing a black pleated mini-skirt, split at the side. Her long legs are clad in sheer hosiery; flesh toned stockings with dark welts, I can see them through the split in her skirt. Her feet are shod in silver high-heeled sandals displaying the dark reinforced toes and heels of her nylons. A shimmery long-sleeved red blouse made from satin or similar fabric. It's partially unbuttoned and I can see her pert breasts cupped in a black lace bra. She has let down her hair and combed it out; she wears it parted down the middle with bangs. Her makeup is wicked. Heavy black mascara and eyeliner, blue-green eyeshadow, rouged cheeks and red lipstick. Her nails are long and red; they must be falsies but they look great! She looks so sexy! My cock begins to harden and tents my pants. "Yep I knew it!" she smiles. "What?" I stammer. "I thought the accident may have changed you; but it obviously hasn't," she says sounding a little disappointed. "The last few years of our marriage you were only ever able to get it up if I dressed like this. Like a slut," she explains. "Really?" I reply but my eyes are scouring her body, entranced by her. My penis is rock hard and throbbing. "I keep these clothes and others like them at the back of my wardrobe and when I want servicing I dress in them and put on my slutty makeup," she gives me a wicked smile. "It's the only way you can get it up so I live with it." I cross the room and fall on her. My hand goes under her skirt and caresses her thigh stroking the creamy skin above the welts of her stockings. Her hand reaches out and squeezes me through my trousers. "That's the Michael I remember," she moans and then her lips crush mine. She pushes me down onto the couch and straddles me pulling at my belt and zipper. Her skirt has ridden up showing off her stocking tops and my fingers rake her thighs. I now remember now how I love the feel of her stocking-clad legs. Her heavily made up face is a picture of concentration as she pulls my belt free of the loops and unzips my fly. "Come on honey; fuck me! Fuck me like you used to!" she sighs and kisses me again. I can feel her panty-clad mound against my erection and I hump her as she grinds her crotch against mine. She isn't the woman I see in my dreams each night but she's making me horny as hell. My hands find her ass and I squeeze her buttocks; her hand snakes between our bodies and she grips my penis and slides it inside the gusset of her panties and she wriggles her ass and positions me inside her hot wet labia. She slowly lowers herself onto me and impales herself on my penis. "Ohhhhh!" she moans and begins to fuck me. I can taste her lipstick and smell her perfume; my fingers explore her sleek stockinged legs and panty-clad ass. I grunt into her mouth as I rise and fall in time with her. We orgasm together; her vagina quivers and milks me of my seed as I empty myself deep inside her. Our tongues are entwined as we paw, kiss and molest each other. We grind and moan and wriggle and sigh; lost in the pleasure and satisfaction of our first climax since my accident all those months ago. We slowly come down from the peak of our pleasure and my wife remains astride me, kissing me, she smiles her gratification. I kiss her and smile back. "That was lovely," I whisper. "You never have a problem getting it up when I dress like this," she beams down at me. I frown. "We've talked about it, its just a fetish you have," she goes on. "Started with you asking me to wear stockings and heels and progressed from there. Now you can only perform while I'm dressed like a whore." "I'm sorry," I say; but I'm still trying to get to grips to with what she's telling me. "No need. We saw a counsellor a few years ago and went through the whole rigmarole. Then we searched the web and discovered that CFNM is a common fetish that some men have. Whatever it is, I've been over it for a long time now. You like it. It gets you aroused and you always give me a good fucking," she smiles down at me. "CFNM?" I ask. "Clothed female, naked male," she smiles. I smile back. "I really do seem to like it," I grin up at her and she giggles. She can feel me becoming tumescent again inside of her. "I was sort of hoping the accident might have cured you of your fixation but it obviously hasn't. Not to worry, I don't mind that much; its kind of kinky," she says and begins to ride me. "Well its good that I know what turns me on," I say as I rise to meet her thrusts. "Shut up and fuck me," she lowers her mouth to mine to shut me up. Later we lie side by side kissing like teenagers. I can't keep my hands off her stocking-clad legs and her satin-pantied ass. I feel great, extremely satisfied. But deep inside me there is still a longing, a feeling that I am missing something. My thoughts wander back to the woman in the mirror, but my wife has other plans. Her fingers find my manhood and we are off again. The next day I find the laptop. I tried every combination I could think of. My name, Nadine's name, combinations of our social security numbers, birthdays, but the laptop won't let me past the password protection. I found the laptop in the bottom drawer of my desk; it's a Sony Vaio notepad. Under the laptop is a set of keys. Nadine says she's never seen the laptop or the keys before but they are obviously mine. Try as I might, I just can't remember the password for the computer or what the keys are for. I can't even remember ever using them. It costs me sixty dollars to get the laptop unlocked at 'John's PC Sales and Repairs' at the mall. John calls me to tell me he has hacked into the computer and it's ready to be collected. I go down to the store the next afternoon; the shop is empty except for John and I. "Sorry it took so long," John says apologetically. "Its ok; I don't even know what's on it," I say scratching my head. "Yeah, right!" John's smile is loaded with sarcasm. "Really," I reply, "I don't." "Sure," John continues to beam at me. "Just so you know; I'm into the scene," John says, seriously now. "The scene?" I haven't a clue what he is talking about. "The scene hun," he winks at me. "Hun?" The guy's a fucking weirdo; I drop three twenties on the counter and leave with my notepad. I take my laptop home and open it up and reset the password. I check the 'my documents' folder and find nothing there, nor in any of the other folders. Internet Explorer has no favourites and the browsing history has been wiped; its almost like the computer has never been used. I'm tempted to take it back to John's and have him check the file system but after the way he behaved I decide against it for now. Besides Nadine has other tasks for me. Now that I am fit and well she wants us to have a good clearout; she will go through the house, room by room and I get to clear out the garage and the attic. The garage only takes a couple of hours but the attic is full of junk; old furniture and brick-a-brack. I work my way through it methodically removing items we no longer need until I come across an old trunk at the very back of the attic. Unlike most of the other junk up here the trunk and the area around it are free of dust and although the trunk is old its still in good condition. I switch on a floor lamp that is conveniently located right next to the trunk. There is a padlock on the front of the trunk; quite a substantial one too. I scratch me head for a minute and then I remember the keys I found in the same drawer as the laptop. I haven't been able to find out what the keys are for but I know that one of them is a Chubb and I think it might fit this lock. I still can't recall why I might keep something locked away up here but I have to say I'm a little excited at the prospect of opening the trunk. I get the keys and confirm that Nadine is still busy cleaning out the other rooms. I figure that if I'm hiding something valuable up here its possible I might be hiding it from her too. I'm quite disappointed when I open the trunk; it's full of Nadine's stuff. The top layer is made up of skirts and blouses, similar to the style of clothing she wore when we made love last night. I close the lid of the trunk and lock it. I decide I will ask Nadine whether or not she wants to keep the trunk and its contents or if it's all just more junk. As I slip the keys back in my pocket I remember what she said to me: "I keep these clothes and others like them at the back of my wardrobe and when I want servicing I dress in them and put on my slutty makeup." If she keeps her slut clothes at the back of her wardrobe what are the ones in trunk for? And why do I have a key? I decide that she is the only one who can answer these questions and continue cleaning out the last of the junk. Two hours later we are both tired and dusty but we have gathered a considerable amount of superfluous brick-a-brack; enough to hold a garage sale, with the remainder to go down the dump. Guess who gets the job of taking the trash down to the dump? By the time I get back from the dump Nadine has showered and is sitting at her dressing table drying her hair. "I'm drying my hair here so you can use the ensuite bathroom honey; so shower up and we can get dinner," she smiles at me. When I come out the bathroom half an hour later I am pleasantly surprised to find Nadine is wearing a basque, black stockings, high-heels and a ton of makeup and perfume. We fall onto the bed and any thoughts I had about asking her about padlocked trunks are immediately forgotten. Its a few days later and I can't sleep. I sit in the den sipping single malt scotch whisky playing with the Sony laptop. I find myself opening the 'folder options' feature in 'my documents'. I click the 'show hidden files' button and apply the settings and my life suddenly changes. A hidden folder named 'MN' suddenly appears and I open it. Inside are myriads of other folders, including some labelled: pictures, video, contacts, favourites, msn email, to name but a few. I try hard to remember why I might have a laptop that appears to be squeaky clean of any data but has a plethora of hidden files and folders. I open the 'pictures' folder and find a group of subfolders inside; one of which is labelled 'recent pics'. I open this folder and there she is! The jpg images inside the folder are all of the woman who keeps coming to me in my dreams; the brunette with the classic bob and subtle dark-red highlights, black eyeliner and mascara, multi-hued eyeshadow, rouged cheeks and lipsticked lips. She is wearing the same mauve satin blouse, navy-blue skirt, black high-heel pumps and taupe stockings with black seams, as the woman of my dreams. She has struck various provocative poses, including some pictures where she is air-kissing the camera and a few where she has raised the hem of her skirt up her thighs revealing her stocking tops. Then I get a real shock. I open another subfolder labelled 'XXX' and this time the woman is in various stages of undress; everything from lifting her skirt up to show off her pretty pink panties, to a couple of pictures where she is clad only in bra, panties, suspender belt, stockings and heels. But what is most astonishing is the woman is sporting a large erection. She is a he! I close the windows but I have to admit I'm intrigued. The woman is a transvestite. The woman of my dreams is a transvestite? I open the 'favourites' folder prepared to be shocked but I find only a couple of Internet links. Whoever owns the data on this laptop seems to be very generous when it comes to storing images but frugal when it comes to storing data and links. I click on a link labelled 'TVChix' and Internet explorer takes me to a web page titled: 'Michele_Nylons Adventurous Transvestite'. I check out the profile but I'm confused. It describes a person in their early forties who likes to crossdress and meet other transvestites and what are described as 'admirers' for casual sexual encounters. Accompanying the profile are numerous pictures similar to the ones I found in the 'pictures folder' of the laptop. I notice a link to an email address: michelenylons@msn.com and copy the link. I'm going to get to the bottom of this! Why is this Michele Nylons person the subject of my dreams? Why did I dream of him or her in my coma and why are the dreams recurring now that I have mostly recovered from my coma? I close down the browser and open the file labelled 'msn email'. I find a single link that takes me to a hotmail account. The password is obviously saved to this computer as I'm logged in straight away and I furiously click on the 'New Email' button. I want to find out who this Michele Nylons person is and why I have so many pictures of her (I can't help but think of the person as a her even though she is a transvestite), links to her web site, and why I keep dreaming of her. I compose an email pasting her email address link into the address bar. 'Dear Michele Nylons, my name is Mike and I have recently recovered from an accident resulting in me being comatose for a considerable time. I now find that I have pictures of you and some personal information about you that I find a little disturbing. If you are a friend of mine and I have forgotten about you because of my memory disorder which the doctors call transient lacunar amnesia, which means I don't remember some things from before my accident, please let me know how we know each other and explain why we are friends.' It is with some trepidation that I compose this email. I might find out some things from my past that are best forgotten. Am I one of these 'admirer' type people? Am I attracted to transgendered males? What the fuck is going on? I hit the send button and a take a large gulp of scotch. Within seconds I see an alert telling me that I have new email and the inbox opens automatically. The message reads: Dear Michele Nylons, my name is Mike and I recently recovered from an accident ...............' The email has arrived at its destination; the same place from which it was sent! This inbox belongs to Michele Nylons. I take a closer look at the inbox. Michele Nylons has thirty-seven unread emails. My consciousness fades and I think I'm going to faint, then I am stunned into coherence as I begin to realise what is happening. I open the 'pictures' folder again and closely study the stunning mature transvestite featured in the images. I am shocked! I am she and she is me! A silly impulse makes me think of the Beatles song 'I Am the Walrus' and I burst into uncontrollable laughter. The Awakening Ch. 01 I stop laughing as the gravity of the situation occurs to me. Suddenly I join the dots. The woman in the mirror, the woman in my dreams, the secret laptop with the hidden files, the pictures, the secret hotmail account, the trunk in the attic, it begins to make sense...The trunk in the attic!!! I drain the last finger of scotch and race up to the attic. I unlock the trunk rummage around; under layers of skirts, blouses and lingerie I find a number of pairs of high-heels. I hold up a pair of cherry-red, platform soled, high-heel pumps. They are size ten. I don't know too much about women's shoe sizes but I doubt that Nadine is a size ten! I kick off my slippers and my feet slide effortlessly into the high-heels. They fit perfectly and I stand up in them and am surprised I have no problem keeping my balance. I take a few tentative steps, unconsciously I adopt a womanly gait, placing one foot in front of the other as I stride like a catwalk model across the attic floor. My mind fills with vague memories of sleek stockinged legs and feet shod in expensive high-heels gliding along the floor. Long legs, well-formed calves and thighs; my legs! I look down at the ridiculous sight of my feet shod in the cherry-red pumps with my legs clad in my cotton pyjama pants. Then I hear footsteps on the attic ladder. "Mike? Mike? What the fuck is going on up here its three in the morning?" she calls. I come out of my reverie and quickly kick off the high heels, jam them into the trunk, throw the clothes on top and slam it shut. "Sorry hun I couldn't sleep," I reply as Nadine's head pops up over the trap door. "So you decided to parade around the attic like an elephant on steroids? It was so loud! What the fuck were you doing?" she frowns. 'Trying on some high-heels that I have just found out I like to wear!' I think to myself but of course I answer differently. I look around the attic and quickly spy my ski boots sitting in the corner next to some bindings and skis. "Er... I tried on my ski boots; I'm thinking the ski season isn't that far away," I stammer. Her face breaks into a huge grin. "You silly boy! That coma really fucked you around Mike. You haven't skied for years!" she laughs. "Now come back to bed and maybe I can help you sleep," the smiles seductively at me. True to her word when I come back to bed she's lying on the covers dressed in the same basque, stockings and high-heels that she wore the last time we made love. She's put on a little makeup and perfume and combed her hair. I kneel at the foot of the bed naked, my erection proud and rampant. I slip out my tongue and lick her slim stockinged ankles, taking her feet in my hands I massage her calves and she sighs. I slide my tongue along her legs and I spend a few minutes teasing the fine wrinkles in her stockings at the backs of knees. She shudders and her fingers twist my scalp. "You know how to get me going Michael Nyland," she groans. I continue the journey up my wife's elegant legs stopping at the tops of her stockings to explore the dark welts and the smooth creamy skin of her thighs. She guides my head to her crotch and I lick her mound through her black satin panties. They are moist and pungent with her juices. "Stop that! You know what I want!" she pulls aside the gusset of her panties and forces my face into her sex. My tongue explores her labia and the finds her hooded clitoris. It is erect and as soon as I lick it Nadine pushes my face into her groin and writhes against me. "OOOOhhhhhh!!!!!" she moans. I lick her clitoris with long slow strokes and gradually increase the speed; my wet tongue lapping her sex and I taste her sweet secretions. Her heels are drumming on the bed and I know she is close to climax. I frantically suckle her sopping vagina ensuring my tongue lashes her clitty. I grasp her hips and force my face into her sex as I lap, suck, lick and caress her. "OOOOOOOhhhhhhh Fuuuuuuuck!!!" Nadine entwines her fingers tightly in my scalp and holds me against her as she orgasms. I lick and suck her to climax and then ease off as she begins to come down. I know her clitoris gets really sensitive after she comes. I lick it a few times and then I feel her pulling my hair. She pulls my face up to hers; she's sweating a little and her mascara is smeared. It makes her look even sexier. She kisses me; exploring my tongue with hers. She opens her legs for me and I slide between them; her stockings feel exquisite on my bare flesh. "Put it in me Mike! Fuck me!" she moans and reaches down and places my penis at the entrance to her hot wet vagina. She lifts her legs and wraps them around my flanks and pulls me to her. My rampant penis slides inside her hot, buttery hole and I hump away as she kisses me and rakes my flanks with her high-heels, goading me on like a rider on a horse. I slam my turgid member in and out of my wife for about thirty seconds before I feel my orgasm approaching. Nadine is coming again too and she pants her sweet breath in my ear whispering obscenities and drums her heels on my back to encourage me. I empty my seed deep inside her, grinding the base of my penis against her pubis so that I am stimulating her clitoris. We remain wrapped in each other's arms kissing and stroking each other. Then Nadine reaches around my body and pulls off her high-heels. "I'll leave the rest on; I'm too tired to change and we both have work in the morning," she whispers. "Don't get any ideas big boy, I know you love me dressed this way but I need my sleep," she smiles and nuzzles my ear and squeezes my deflating penis. We both get comfortable; she's lying in my arms and my penis is pressing against her stockinged thigh as we both drift off to sleep. I am confused. All through our intense love making, magnificent as it was, I imagined that I was in Nadine's circumstances. That it was me dressed in basque, stockings, heels and makeup and being made love to. What is happening to me? To be continued... The Awakening Ch. 01 Michael liked the night. He especially liked the stars. To him they seemed like millions of eyes observing him and everyone else on Earth. At night everything was sharper-smells, sounds even noises. The eighteen year old had just graduated high school and this night out in the woods, which surrounded the small town of Ravenville was his way of celebrating. His parents would probably have their own gifts for him, but that would come later. Right now he only wanted to be alone, away from civilisation and enjoy the night, alone. He was a loner by nature and by inclination. Michael drifted back to that time in his 8th grade. His hands formed into fists almost unconsciously. He remembered the feel of his blows landing on Kevin's face. He also remembered the kick that had broken the kneecap. Michael shook his head from side to side to get rid of the recollections. That was in the past, something he wanted to forget. With a small sigh he looked back up into the sky still lost in his thoughts. So when the attack came he was completely unprepared. He had been standing in the middle of a small clearing, looking up at the sky when the attack started. Something struck him a heavy blow on his mid-section propelling him nearly 10ft backwards onto a tree trunk. He slid down and came to a rest on the cold ground. Acting on instinct he rolled himself sideways still down. The tree with which he had collided shattered apart explosively. Michael thanked his instincts. As a fighter his instincts had always been excellent. He listened to it now. Pushing himself back onto his feet, he headed for the tree-line. He took a running jump to catch onto a low branch, using the strength of his arms to propel himself upwards. Before he could jump to another one the branch was sliced off leaving Michael to fall to the ground. 'Fucking finally...' thought Michael. He turned the fall into a roll. Grabbing the sliced off branch while getting upright on one knee, He whipped the branch in a smooth sideways motion to his right. It struck something obviously soft and alive. He was able to look at his attacker properly for the first time since the attack had begun. What Michael saw made his mouth fell open in surprise: 'You are a girl!' He wasn't prepared for how beautiful she was. Her clothes accentuated her figure. It was both hard and soft at the same time. She was petite; certainly not more than 5'3.Her breasts looked like a D. She had feminine curves underneath all her muscle. She had a runners physique. Her eyes were what caught Michael's attention. It was the most vivid leaf green he had ever seen. 'I will never submit to you! NEVER!' The last words said in a shout seemed to whip around the clearing and generate a slight wind, which briefly sent leaves fluttering into the air. She got upright and Michael saw her weapon for the first time. She held a beautifully engraved scimitar in her left hand. The steel glittered brightly in the light from the stars. She swept forward. The sword blurring into a web of steel. He avoided the blade by moving backwards and sideways in the same motion. The sword missed him by a whisker slicing off a lock of his hair. Michael retaliated with two sharp blows; both accurate and powerful despite being placed in the dark with Michael only guessing as to his attackers position. The first hit on her left wrist disarmed her, making the girl drop the scimitar. The second hit was a powerful jab on the stomach. He felt a pang of regret at her pained oof. But he pushed his advantage forward. He whipped the branch upward and sideways in a single motion striking a blow on her right cheek. He couldn't help feeling a slight pang of remorse at the bruise that formed on her cheek. He felt even worse at her reaction. She used her right hand to cover the bruise and then burst into tears. Michael had just opened his mouth to ask if she was alright when the girl yelled out again. 'Never! Never! Never! Never!' A dust devil picked up at her words, whipping up dried leaves and dust from the forest floor. When everything settled down once more the girl had disappeared. He started to look for the fallen scimitar only to see that it too had disappeared. Michael sat down right where he had been standing, to try and figure out what had happened.He was also more than a bit winded. A movement in the trees to his right alerted him. Deciding that sticking around would be a particularly stupid decision on his part, Michael headed for the tree line once more towards the direction of the hiking trail. ... The Awakening Ch. 02 Laura excused herself from the room closing the door behind her. The two women didn't notice her leaving as their lips met and their eyes closed. All they heard was the door closing as Laura shut it. Laura walked out to the backyard and sat down in a lounge chair; she looked up into the clear blue summer sky and wondered if she'd done the right thing. In the back of her mind, she'd always wondered about Julie's sexual persuasion. It never crossed her mind she would become actively involved in it. She thought Julie was too busy with sports and school to have a serious sexual relationship with anyone. Julie had boyfriends during high school and college but none that were serious and they never lasted more than six months. Laura closed her eyes and tried not to picture Julie and Susan in bed together. It was hard not to think about, Susan was just as lovely as her pictures. Julie was obviously smitten with her just as her mother was when she first laid eyes on Susan. Laura began to wonder how Julie would react, she had seen her enjoy kissing Susan but actually making love was a bit different. Her heart began to race as she continued picturing the two of them undressing each other and exploring. The first soft touch, sweet tender lips against each other, hearts racing. She tried to think of other things, but to no avail as a warm delicious sensation began within her. Her hands seemed to have a mind of their own as they moved over her body feeling her own curves and warm skin. Visions of Susan and Julie making love flashed through her mind; arousing her. She thought it wrong to think of them being intimate but it seemed very erotic and lovely at the same time. Her hands slowly moved over her thighs as she lay in the warm afternoon sun, a pleasant feeling growing as she imagined Susan introducing her youngest daughter to the joys of a feminine touch. She knew Susan would be gentle and patient with Julie. She trusted her new friend and didn't think Susan would betray that trust. Julie seemed so enraptured with Susan, as if they were destined to be lovers. Just as she was about to slip her fingers under the waistband of her skirt the phone rang, bringing her back to reality. She got up and walked inside to check the caller ID. It was her other daughter, Becky. She picked up the receiver and answered hoping not to sound like something was amiss. "Hi mom" Becky started. "Hi Sweetie, how's your day going?" Laura answered back. "Not too bad, it's a little slow at work and I thought I'd call and see if your friend got in ok." Becky replied. "Yes, Julie picked her up at the airport while I was busy with a client." Laura responded. "That's good, I could have left work if you needed me to, and so what are you guys doing now?" Becky wondered. "Oh, Julie and Susan are talking while Susan unpacks and I'm just relaxing out in the backyard." Laura stated trying not to let any emotion show in her voice. "Well, I maybe over after work, what are you doing for dinner?" Becky asked. "I thought we might go out, I'm not sure how Susan and Julie will feel later on." Laura caught herself and tried not to imply anything. "Yea, jet lag can be bad, she's from the east coast right?" Becky wondered. She didn't notice anything wrong with Laura's statement as she finished checking in with her mother. "Yes, she is. I'm not too worried about dinner right now. We can always throw something together or do take out." Laura replied. She sounded a bit more relaxed knowing Becky had to get back to work. Her boss was a stickler for not wasting company time talking on the phone, which forced Becky to make her calls short. "Well, count on me being there later, love you mom. Say hi to Jules for me. Bye." Becky waited before hanging up. "Love you too sweetheart, I will. Bye for now" Laura ended. Laura hung up the phone and began to think back on Julie and Susan still behind closed doors. She wondered what Becky's reaction would be if she knew, her sister was in bed with Susan. Becky was liberal but this might be a bit of a shock for her. Laura waited a bit and since she didn't hear anything from the room and was somewhat curious, she decided not to peek in instead, she went to her room to lie down. She fluffed up her pillows and propped them against the headboard of the bed. Sitting down and sinking back into them, her thoughts returned to the two lovers in the other room. She closed her eyes as her mind focused on Susan. She had seen her partially dressed when she talked to her earlier. She remembered the soft curves of Susan's body; her bra and panties just hid the sweetness of her delights. Laura pictured herself as if she were Julie, watching Susan slowly undress in front of her. The warm feeling between her legs returned as she let out an audible moan. She reached down to her waistband and flicked the snap loose from its position, opening her skirt. The sound of it opening as her hands moved to widen the waistband pleased her. She rose up on her bed and wiggled the skirt down her hips and off her legs, tossing it onto the back of a chair. Her hands massaged her thighs and tummy as she pictured Susan slowly reaching back and unhooking her own bra. She imagined the lacey cover gently sliding down Susan's arms and onto the floor, exposing perfectly shaped breasts with solid erect nipples longing to be touched. As she lay back on the pillows, she imagined Susan posing for her, topless, cupping her lovely full breasts and teasing her with them. Laura's right hand felt the soft material of her panties as she slipped her hand between them and her skin. Her left hand moved up under her blouse and pressed against her breast. She slipped her anxious fingers further below between her panties and her warm skin. They crept down over her pubic hair to her damp lips that had swollen from the images that kept running through her mind. She tried not to picture Julie but couldn't help imagining her reaction to Susan's charms. She slowly loosened the buttons on her blouse, sitting up, she unhooked her bra, exposing her own ample breasts and hardened nipples. Her left hand caressed each breast, pinching and tweaking her nipples as her right hand continued its delicious exploring. Laura gently pushed one finger between her lips as she visualized herself kissing Susan knowing Julie was probably doing the same thing. She moaned softly as her fingers came back up to her mouth and brushed her lips. She imagined her warm moist lips against Susan's as their tongues entwined, warm saliva slowly dripping down their chins as their passion grew with each movement of their lips. Her fingers slipped back between her legs and began following her labia up and down as she eased inside her moistness. The feel of her fingers were arousing her more as she pictured herself lowering her lips to Susan's breasts, taking each nipple in turn between them and gently tugging. Laura's left hand duplicated her dream, pretending to be her mouth on Susan's dark brown nipple, tugging and teasing each one. Laura slipped deeper into her dream as her finger inched closer to her clit. The warm wetness surrounding her finger felt so good. She massaged herself very slowly imagining Susan moaning just as she was, delighted at her touch. Her vibrations grew more intense as she drew herself closer to orgasm. The thought of Susan's warm soft skin against her lips took her over the edge and into self-fulfilling bliss. Laura kneaded her breasts, squishing them slowly together and gently pinching her solid nipples. She massaged her extremely hard clit causing her to shiver as the vibrations coursed through her body. Her back arched as her finger's intensity on her clit drove her over the edge and into her first orgasm in quite some time. It was short but so very intense. It felt so delicious and satisfying; she hoped that the two lovers were feeling half as wonderful as she was feeling at this moment. She giggled to herself and smiled knowing that they probably were if not more so. Laura lay there and savored the moment, her hands continued rubbing and caressing. The images of Susan and Julie in bed continued to wind its way through her thoughts. There were still so many questions; How would she react once they came out and had to face her? How would they react? What would Julie do after Susan left? She kept asking herself questions and going over what she might say as she closed her eyes and slowly drifted off to sleep, her hand still between her legs. * * * Laura woke up a short while later; she didn't hear anything from the rest of the house and decided to take a shower. It was late afternoon and she thought that Susan and Julie would have been done by now. She hated to think of it as a chore; she knew it was far from that. She was having a hard time dealing with it on certain levels. Her shower was long and luscious; the hot water against her skin felt so nice. She wished Susan were there to enjoy it with her. She began thinking those sensual thoughts once again and then decided she just wanted that feeling of clean after making such a delicious mess of herself. After her shower, she got dressed and went back out into the living room, noticing that the door to the spare room was still shut; she quietly walked to it and cupped her ear against it. She listened for a moment. Not hearing anything, she grasped the knob and turned it. Laura walked in slowly; peeking around the door to make sure everything was all right. The two women lay there smiling in each other's arms as she spoke, "Well, I guess things went ok?" Susan and Julie looked at each other and giggled. Susan looked at Laura and with a sly smile, "We're not done talking yet Laura." Laura blushed, as she turned and closed the door behind her leaving the lovers alone. Laura sighed as she closed the door and went back into the living room. It was getting closer to dinner and she needed to decide what to do. She made up her mind to just relax and try not to think about the two lovers. She went into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, pulling out an opened bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon. She had started it a few nights ago when she was anxious about Susan's visit and couldn't sleep. Now she was opening it again thinking about Susan and Julie, together, in bed, in her house, making love. She went back out and sat down with her wine; turning on the television to see what could take her mind away from her current thoughts. She flipped through the channels sipping her wine and not seeing anything of note; she turned the television off. Sitting alone with her thoughts Laura concluded that all would work out in the end. It had to, Julie was a good daughter and she believed Susan was a good friend. Susan had reminded her that this was supposed to be a weekend for Laura and her. This "thing" between Julie and Susan was for Julie's benefit. "Ha!" Laura laughed aloud with that thought; they were both benefiting from their time in the bedroom. Laura thought Julie was discovering more about herself, she had always been so quiet and reserved. Maybe being with Susan would help open up her world a bit more. Laura wanted Julie to be happy just as any mother wants their child to do well and succeed. She thought back on a few of the moments in the past when Julie had accomplished things she didn't think she could. Now her mother was a cheerleader for her daughter's sexual well being. Laura reminded herself of Julie's sports activities and all the awards she had received over the years. She had even received a few academic awards along with her teammates and friends. Laura then thought back about a few of Julie's friends. She had always enjoyed when the girls brought their friends over, especially in the summer. Not that she was a pedophile by any means but the girls had some very cute friends. She had never flirted with any, mostly out of fear of being rejected and embarrassed in front of her daughters. However, one of Julie's friends in particular she had become emotionally attracted to, Rachel. Rachel was a shy and chubby red headed eighth grader when Julie had first brought her over. Laura loved talking to her, she always seemed to listen to every word Laura said and was such a polite girl. During the next few years of high school, Rachel had grown into a stunning young woman. Her parents never attended her sporting events, having more work related activities to occupy their time. Rachel didn't show any signs of missing them but Laura felt she did. Rachel continued to say hello to Laura and ask about Julie whenever they met around town. She hadn't gone to a four-year university like Julie but had gotten an associates degree and was working locally in a dentist's office. Laura enjoyed taking to her, and made sure, when she saw her, she took time to chat. She seemed to feel that Rachel enjoyed these encounters, even going out of her way at times to say hello to Laura. Her thoughts drifted back to her current situation. She finished her wine and sighed again, she needed to get motivated and decide on something for dinner. She went back into the kitchen and looked through the cupboards. She originally had planned to take Susan out somewhere nice where they could talk. Unfortunately, this thing with Julie changed all of her plans. She walked back out to the living room and decided to peak in on the lovers once again. Laura looked in on them one more time, she couldn't help but see how lovely they looked sleeping together. Not having the heart to wake them, she closed the door and let the two lovers dream their sweet dreams. Talk could wait as well as dinner. She strolled back into the living room, grabbing the remote and flicking on the television one more time. Scooping her empty wine glass, she went back to the kitchen and poured the last bit of wine from the bottle. Opening the refrigerator, she took out some cheese and an apple. She needed to eat; the wine was beginning to cloud her head and she didn't want to be tipsy at all when the two lovers emerged. Laura took her snack and sat down at the kitchen table, watching the news and thinking more on her situation. She thought more about Rachel, how nice it might be having a younger lover, a relationship similar to what Susan and Julie were now experiencing. A relationship with a younger woman that was sensual and loving. Someone like Rachel, not some lust filled night of wild sexual abandon. She had never contemplated a long-term relationship with a girl as young as her daughter was. However, seeing Susan and Julie together began to make her think more about it. She smiled to herself, picturing the great sex with an enthusiastic and youthful partner. It would be a change from the other girlfriend she had had in the past. However long term, might be difficult to deal with. A younger lover would have so many dreams unfulfilled, which might ruin any plans they made together. Laura couldn't stifle anyone's potential; it just wasn't in her. If word got around town that she and any local girl were lovers, they would never hear the end of it. All of Laura's lovers had been women close to her age; the greatest difference was a few years back with an aerobics instructor at a gym she was going to. The woman was thirty at the time and Laura was forty-five. It didn't hurt that Diane was youthful and in great shape, Laura remembered how limber she was but how quickly Diane seemed to lose interest when Laura kept canceling dates due to her family commitments. Laura sighed as she finished her apple and cheese, placing the dishes and silverware in the dishwasher. She stopped for a second as she heard a door open and close. She peeked out into the hall and noticed Julie slipping into the common bathroom. Finally awake she thought, now we can get on with our lives. She wiped off the kitchen table and sat back down on the sofa, waiting for the two lovers to emerge from their rendezvous. * * * Susan and Julie woke from their sweet dream state and snuggled for a bit. Susan kissed Julie's forehead and caressed her sweet skin. Julie cooed softly with the warm loving embrace. They talked softly about what Julie had just experienced. They kissed and gently stroked each other as they lay there talking. Susan answered Julie's question honestly, when she asked about continuing their lovemaking during her visit. Susan would love to but it wouldn't be fair to Laura. Neither one wanted to hurt Laura, although Julie was a bit reluctant, she agreed with Susan. They continued their cuddling for a bit, enjoying the time spent in each other's arms. Grudgingly, they decided to get up and shower. A shower together would have been fun, but they knew Laura was waiting for them and they didn't want to disrupt the situation more than they had already. Julie reluctantly slipped from the arms of Susan, grabbed her clothes and ran to the bathroom clutching them under her arms. Susan sighed, hoping that what she had done hadn't hurt Laura too much. She found Julie to be very cute and exciting but her inexperience showed. Time and a gentle touch would correct that. She wanted Laura and the emotional connection they had shared. * * * Laura waited on the sofa to see if Susan was going to join Julie. After a few minutes she heard the water running and realized Susan was still in the bedroom. She slowly got up and walked to the bedroom door, opening it slightly to see Susan sitting on the edge of the bed deep in thought. "Well, is everything alright?" Laura asked. Susan looked up at her and smiled. "Julie is an amazing young woman Laura. I'm surprised she hasn't discovered this side of herself before our, um meeting." Laura moved towards the bed and took a seat next to Susan. She could discern the sweet smell of sex in the room. Susan was slightly ruffled from the past few hours and Laura didn't know whether she should touch her or not. Susan looked at Laura and managed a soft smile. "Laura, you know this was totally unplanned, I would never want anything to come between us. Julie is very special and you are more than special to let us have these past few hours alone." Laura sighed, "Susan, I wasn't really sure about it. But, I could sense the chemistry between you two and I didn't want Julie's curiosity to be dealt with by someone who wouldn't treat her with love and respect, like I knew you would." Susan's smile grew larger and tears began to well up in her. "You are such a dear sweet woman Laura." Laura blushed as Susan caressed her cheeks with the palms of her hands and slowly moved to kiss her. Laura smiled and eagerly returned the kiss. Their tongues played as Laura's hands moved over Susan, exploring her warm soft skin. Both women began to feel the inner warmth and excitement building within them. It was then that Julie walked back in and coughed to get their attention. "The shower is free Susan," Julie stated as a matter of fact. She seemed a bit terse in her tone of voice. This was something completely new to her. Making love to someone and then walking in while they were kissing another. It was made stranger when the one she was jealous of was her mother. Julie's face changed from one of jealousy to one of sadness. Tears welled up and she began to cry. The two women on the bed broke their embrace and looked at her. Both saddened but not really surprised at the reaction from Julie. Laura got up first and went to comfort her daughter. Opening her arms, she wrapped them around a teary-eyed Julie. "Sweetie, I'm so sorry. I was wondering if you might react like this." Laura whispered to Julie as she held her close. Julie wrapped her arms around her mother and held her tight. She hadn't had anything so emotional happen to her since their dog died three years ago. Laura comforted her, massaging her back and quietly reassuring her everything would be all right. The Awakening Ch. 02 Great sex and an open, non-judgmental partner, what more could you ask for in a lover? Sam and I continued to talk, explore and enjoy each other, but there was still an underlying issue that kept rearing it's head at the oddest of times. Sam would share with me what he liked about me and I could not believe him. No matter how often we talked, when he told me he thought I was HOT or any other kind description, I assumed he was saying so just because he was nice. I kept telling him he would get lucky whether he said those things or not, but he just couldn't understand why I didn't believe him. Sam would tell me how he was sure others saw me and I couldn't believe that either. Sam told my that he knew there were men who were cumming on their bellies just at the thought of me. I certainly couldn't buy that. For some, unknown reason, I had grown up with very low self esteem. (If you don't know why that is, read The Awakening, Part 1 and it all may become clear to you.) I like to think Sam was just trying to be nice, but truth be told he was wise enough to know that if we were going to be able to act on any of the fantasies we were both interested in exploring, I was going to need to see myself in a different light. I now know that Sam also just wanted me to be happy with myself so that I could make my own dreams come true also. So, what kind of image did I have of myself? I felt like I was one of those people that no one ever looked at. I wore big clothes to hide myself. I walked through life with my head down. And I never, never would have thought anyone would find me attractive. I am sure that you all know someone who fits this description and has the same poor body image. So, is this the time to tell you that I am 5'3", weigh 108 pounds with long auburn hair and blue eyes and I wear a DD cup? How do you change this kind of image? Sam accepted this challange and took me on a journey of sorts; a journey of self discovery. He began by reminding me of all of my past experiences and how those men (boys really) probably felt about me. That was a little difficult for me to buy. Then he shared with me what he thought the first time he saw me and how he wanted to fuck me from the moment he met me. While very exciting, I could explain this away as pure, unadulterated lust. Until we took a trip out of the country. One day we were walking along the veranda of the hotel when the mood struck us and before I knew it, we were making out. Sam undid the tie of my bikini top and ran his hands over my tits gently caressing them and filling his hands to overflowing. Then he bent down and took my nipples in his mouth and sucked until I was so hot I couldn't keep my hands out of his pants. He turnmed me around, placing my back against his chest and whispered in my ear to open my eyes and check out my fans. As I opened my eyes, I noticed a construction site in front of us. On this site were many men who could not be considered workers because they had stopped what they were doing and were watching Sam as he caessed my nipples and moved his hand slowly down along my stomach to my pussy, pulling down my bikini bottoms some as he did, showing my bald pussy and his fingers as they circled my clit. Sam continued to whisper encouraging words in my ear as he kissed and carressed me. I figured at this point that turn about was fair play...I turned around, pulled down Sam's pants and took his cock in my mouth and sucked and licked and stroked it until he came so hard he almost passed out. Having so many admiring fans was definitely a confidence builder, but what man wouldn't look at any naked woman standing there? Sam and I had discovered how much I really enjoyed having my body seen and receiving complimentary comments. So, we found another outlet for me to show myself off and to get comments to build my confidence. Sam and I took some pictures out in public one day as I slowly undressed for him. We put them on an internet site and allowed people to make comments about them. To my surprise, I received quite a few positive comments, ok in the interest of honesty I have to say I received all positive comments. Not only were the comments about how I looked, but many were of what those men and women would like to do to me. It was an eye opener for me and, damn, was it HOT. It also made Sam hot to read the comments and to receive some very special pictures all of his own. I took some pictures of myself for Sam as I slowly stripped and as I pleasured myself and placed them on the website for him to view. Sam chose a few of these and put them in the albums for others to view. Damn if the positive comments didn't continue. Sam kept pointing out that these people didn't know me and didn't have to say anything nice, but they were....I wonder why that is? Next, Sam took me shopping. (Now, I tell you ladies, doesn't he sound perfect? What girl doesn't want to go shopping.) We talked about what type of clothes I felt good in and he shared what he felt I looked good in. We agreed on a short skirt (I apparently have long legs) and a semi-see thru blouse with no bra (playing up my assets you could say). As we window shopped, he would point out all of the men who were looking at me. He would point them out, but I would never look at them, again I still didn't quite believe him and I was worried it would break my heart if I believed him and found him to be wrong. Finally, after many trips, I began to look at the men he pointed out and I started noticing he was right. In fact, I even found there were some women who were looking as well. Not those "what a slut" kind of looks I expected to see, but more admirable looks. Who woulda thought I would be interested in those looks also, but I have to say, that was very enlightening. One day as we walked through the mall, Sam pointed out that a man was following us. As we walked into different stores, he would wait patiently outside and then follow us to our next destination. We walked into one store with a glass store front and I bent down low and picked up something from a low shelf looking back at my new "fan" as I did. Of course, he would have had a great show up under my very short skirt at the very small thong that run up between the cheeks of my ass. I caught him looking directly at me with a smile on his face. Sam and I left that store and continued through the mall, all the while Sam was encouraging me to look at the guy and smile and maybe give him a little show. The next time I saw him standing outside the store, I walked toward him, safely from my side of the window, and I unzipped my sweater very slowly until the zipper reached my navel. I then gently reached in and rubbed my hand over my boobs, all the while pretending I was pondering purchasing the blankets in front of me. I looked up to see his reaction and he just turned and walked away really fast. Sam assured me that I had given him a hard on and he was escaping before I could recognize it. That day was quite an awakening for me. What else could we do? Sam had lots of ideas. He and I would go for drives. Sam loves to have access to touch, nuzzle, caress and taste me as we are driving, so I sit in the car with shirt unbuttoned and my mini skirt pulled up high showing some very small panties which are usually pulled over to the side where Sam places them so that he can caress my clit and taste my nectar. One day as we were driving, Sam pulled up along a commercial truck and slowed down right next to the driver's door, then he slowly pulled forward. We had talked about trying to catch a fan this way and I thought it would be HOT, but I didn't really think it would happen. As we drove that day, I looked out the window to see that the truck we had just passed was speeding up and was driving along beside us again. Tom looked up at the driver and began opening my shirt wider to show him my tits as he pulled forward again. Again, the driver pulled up beside us. I was scared to death, I couldn't do anything but look at Sam as he reached down and stuck his hand inside my panties and rubbed my pussy. WIth Sam there I had this special kind of confidence so I just kept watching him and reaching over to rub his leg. Sam could probably see the fear of God in my eyes as he asked me to look at the driver and wave. I couldn't do it. I just couldn't. So Sam pulled forward and accelerated away from the trucker. I have to admit, the thought that someone saw me and liked what they saw was such a turn on. To my surprise, when Sam reached down to rub my pussy he found that I was soaking wet. I was so wet, I was leaving nectar stains on the car seat. It had turned me on so much though I hadn't realized it. And the best part turned out to be how much it turned Sam on. We had amazing and wild sex after that event. The next time we found a fan driving a truck, I happened to be driving. The scenario was much the same except that I was required to do what Sam suggested. (We have this game that if I don't do what I am told the first time, he will ask me to do something much more wild than he originally asked for, I have found it a good idea to follow his bidding on the first request.) On this day, Sam asked me to pull up next to the trucks and slowing down so that they could get a good view before slowly pulling away, and to give the drivers a chance to catch up for another view should they choose. This time our fan caught up with us several times and watched as Sam showed him my tits and pinched and rolled my nipples before showing him my pussy. As I sped up for the last time to pull away from him I looked over and waved. The driver looked at me and waved back as I drove off. As we sped away, I looked over at Sam and the look on his face was priceless. He was completely amazed, probably as amazed as I was that I had waved to that driver. Again, I was so wet that I was just about floating off of my seat. Part of that wetness could be attributed to finding and playing with my fan, but a good part of it was because I knew that I had made Sam so hard he was close to exploding. Though these driving experiences were fun, I had told Sam I was much more comfortable in a one-to-one type situation where I didn't worry about offending someone. So, for lunch one day we decided to hit a local spot known to be a hang out for swingers. I was wearing my now usual outfit: mini skirt; tiny, see-thru panties; and see thru shirt with no bra. Before we went into the restaurant, we had shared a private moment of passion in the car. Sam was kissing me and I was doing everything possible to keep from climbing into his lap while he rubbed my clit, making me cum over and over and over again. Just when I thought I was going to rip his clothes off, Sam stopped and got out of the car stating we should have some lunch. I wouldn't be exaggerating if I told you that I was so HOT I thought my clothes were going to spontaneously cumbust. But, I knew I would be well rewarded by Sam if I went along without too much complaint. Sam and I entered the restaurant and found just a few patrons at the bar. We took a seat at a high table just off the end of the bar; Sam choosing my seat to give me the best opportunity to be seen. As we ate, several more customers came in, mostly men and mostly senior. There was one guy though....this guy was sitting at the bar, reading his paper and waiting for his lunch to be delivered. Occasionally, I would see him glance in my direction. Each time, he looked, the glances got longer. As the glances got longer I got braver and before long I would stare at him for as long as he watched me. I caught his eye and smiled several times. Sam encouraged me to uncross my legs and spread them a little, giving this gentleman a hint of what was under my skirt. I was sure that from his spot, it looked like I was all legs and there was a glimps of what mystery waited under my very short skirt. The gentleman's lunch was delivered and it seemed to take for ever for him to finish his sandwhich and fries as he attempted to prolong his lunch at least until we were done. Finally, Sam and I finished our lunch and we headed out of the restaurant, walking right past my new friend. As I walked past him, I made sure to meet his gaze. When we got back to the car, Sam opened my door for me and watched me as I climbed in. Of course, as I slid into my seat I opened my legs to give him a peek at my very wet pussy that was waiting for his touch. As Sam enjoyed his treat, he got a huge grin on his face that I couldn't explain. When he could finally speak, Sam lifted my skirt and showed me what he had seen when I got in the car, and what the man at the bar was seeing also...apparently, while we played before lunch, Sam had slid my panties to the side to give him access to my very wet love box, and they had never been slid back. No wonder the guy at the bar was staring and smiling, he was staring directly into heaven while I assumed he was imagining what my pussy would look like. The thought of this made Sam so hot we nearly climbed into the back seat of the car right there in the parking lot. I definitely wanted to! Thank goodness Sam was able to find some sense of reasoning and we decided to find a more remote spot to celebrate my new fan. So, what did I learn from these experiences? I learned that I enjoyed exhibitionism and actually voyerism as well. I learned that watching me show off made Sam so hot he couldn't keep his hands off of me. I learned that self-esteem was a personal thing that could be built. And finally, I learned that I had some very big interest in pursuing some fantasies with Sam. Fantasies that included sex in public places, and sex with multiple partners at the same time. I wonder what I will learn next? Keep reading to find out... The Awakening Ch. 02 The Awakening, Chapter 2, Marriage. A young couple begins exploring the boundaries of their sexuality. Matt and Jennifer continued their relationship all thru college, and finally got engaged and set a wedding date for about six months after graduation. They had sex often, but it was very normal. They had oral and vaginal sex, two or three times a week, and were enjoying a few positions. They loved each other and while in college, neither had tried to experiment or bring up any fantasies. They just enjoyed each other... and that was enough for four and a half years. It was about six months after they were married that things changed a little. It was bound to happen at some point for this couple. Matt came into contact with some porn at a poker game that one of his friends was hosting that showed some bondage and domination. He knew that happened, but hadn't really thought about it. He was not sure why. He and Jen were not prudes; they had been busy getting their lives started, didn't have time to experiment much, and hadn't really been looking for it. Their sex life was fulfilling. But as soon as Matt saw that movie, his mind started turning over the possibilities. He was very intrigued and turned on. The other guys were joking about it, but he stared at it completely enraptured by what the guy was doing to the bound woman. Then they were interrupted by the arrival of pizza and did not return to the movie. But when he left, Matt asked the host, Jim, if he could borrow the DVD that had that movie on it. Jim didn't even bat an eyelash at the request and Matt went home with it, wondering where he could hide it and when he could watch it again. A week later, Jen was working late at her new job, when Matt got a chance to watch the DVD again. He slapped it in and started watching. It was mesmerizing. There was a blonde woman strapped to what looked like a wood-slatted rack. The rack was about 6' long and 3' wide and the woman's arms and legs were tied down by some leather straps in the corners and also had three wide leather straps across her body just above the knees, across the stomach under her tits, and across her chest just above her tits. Her large tits were accentuated by the last two straps. The wooden slats under her had gaps in them and when he wanted, the guy could turn the rack over and work on the woman's ass thru the slats. He watched as the guy first mauled the woman's tits with his hands, with his mouth, and then flogged them. Then he did the same to her pussy. He opened it up, lapped up some juices, jammed four fingers in there and finger-fucked her for about 3 minutes, and then flogged it. Then he turned her over so that her ass was up and repeated the action, although he only got two fingers in her ass. Matt was turned on more than ever. His dick was aching so he ran and grabbed some paper towels from the kitchen. He ran back into the den, dropped his pants, and started stroking his dick. He didn't want to come too fast because he wanted to see as much of it as he could and he wanted to make it a great cum. Finally, the guy released the woman and ordered her onto all fours. She complied with a "Yes, Master." That turned Matt on even more. "Master"; it sounded wonderful. Once the woman was on all fours, the guy went out of the picture for a minute and came back in with another woman, also with large tits, but a brunette; small and petite despite the obviously enhanced breasts. She was sporting a strap on. The guy pushed her towards the blonde and said, "Fuck that ass, right now!" "Yes, Master," she responded. The brunette dropped to her knees and starting rubbing the dildo up and down the blonde's pussy to get it lubricated. The blonde didn't move. "I said fuck that ass, now!" the guy demanded. He went over to the brunette and grabbed the fake cock sticking out and pressed it down against the blonde's asshole. "Now shove it in there and fuck this bitch!" The brunette shoved it in, eliciting a large gasp and then several small whimpers from the blonde. She started her assault with strong, steady strokes, the blonde still on all fours. Matt was stroking his dick in time to the brunette's strokes. He knew he wouldn't last much longer and was now looking forward to saving the rest of the DVD for later, so that he would have something new to see. He watched closely as the blonde lowered her head and chest to the floor so that the large fake cock could achieve full penetration into her ass. Matt could take no more and his cum erupted from his dick. He managed to catch it all in the paper towels. It was one of his best orgasms in a while. After he finished cleaning up his dick, he removed the DVD and got dressed. He returned the DVD to the hanging file folder in one of the drawers of his desk where he kept some papers from work. He didn't want Jen seeing this. He felt guilty about doing it, but he knew he would watch it again. He was just too damn turned on. He even knew in the back of his mind that he would be renting or buying more of this type of porn. A couple of weeks later, Jen was poking around the desk while Jim was out playing golf and the inevitable happened. She saw the DVD case in one of Matt's files. She didn't think much about it at first, because CDs and DVDs were everywhere now. But she absentmindedly pulled it out of the file, not expecting to be shocked... until she saw the cover. It contained a shot of a woman bound, gagged, and blindfolded kneeling before a naked man, his back to the camera, but leering over his shoulder. She was more than shocked. She was flabbergasted that Matt had this hidden in his files! Jen took it into the den and put it in. She started it up and expected to be repulsed by what she saw. At first she was a little taken aback, but she was not completely unaware that folks did this. She also knew that this was a movie and therefore staged. The surprising part was that Matt had it and was hiding it. By the time the first scene had advanced to the part where the brunette was ass-fucking the blonde, Jen had broken out into a light sweat. Her pussy was starting to get wet and her nipples were erect. She rubbed her nipples a little and then put her hand down her shorts to rub her pussy. "Damn!" she thought. "I'm so fucking horny and this is turning me on. What's wrong with me?" But she didn't answer her own question; she just kept stroking her clit while she watched. She got further into the movie than Matt and once the blonde had had an orgasm, she watched as the man ordered her to turn around and suck the strap on clean. Jen immediately took her fingers out of her pants and sucked on her fingers. It tasted so fucking good! She couldn't imagine why she had hesitated to suck Matt's cock after sex now that she tried it. His dick probably tasted more like his cum anyway. "Fuck this!" Jen thought, so she stood up and yanked her shorts and panties off. She sat down and watched the movie and started furiously masturbating. She rubbed her clit for all it was worth as the man came over and made the blonde alternate between sucking the strap on and his dick. Fuck this was hot! She finally had a fantastic orgasm, just as the man pulled out and came all over the blonde's face. "Thank you, Master," the blonde said to him. It was a large load and she was covered in cum. Jen watched this completely entranced and wondered what it felt like. Maybe she should try that, as well? Why shouldn't they try some of these things? It might liven up their sex life, which was good, but not as thrilling as it once was. She knew that this was making her so hot she was going to fuck Matt's brains out when he got home... and she did. However, Jen didn't say anything to Matt about the DVD, and Matt just thought she was horny. But a few days later, when Matt was working late and she got home early, she was again pulling out the DVD. Only this time she completely stripped off her clothes, put a towel on the couch, and made herself comfortable. She put the DVD in and ran it on fast forward to the part where the blonde had just been covered in cum. She hadn't tried that yet with Matt but was thinking that it might be interesting. She put the DVD on normal speed and watched the next scene, her pussy already getting wet in anticipation. The next scene was a public humiliation one and she was more shocked by this than the previous one. The scene started in the back of a van. A woman had her arms tied behind her back. Her blouse and bra had been pushed above her tits and her skirt was bunched up at her waist with her panties just pulled to the side. She was on her knees and had a blindfold on. A man was in front of her slowly pinching and twisting her nipples. Jen did it to herself and gasped just like the woman on screen. "Damn!" she thought, "that actually turns me on!" On screen a woman then moved into the picture with a large vibrator that looked like a ball on the end and applied it to the woman's pussy, searching for the clit. The bound woman jerked and started moaning loudly. This went on for a couple of minutes and then they stopped. She was asked to turn on her knees with her back to the camera and put her face on the floor. She obeyed immediately. Jen smiled. She wondered what it would be like to be at the mercy of someone else, or maybe be in charge of someone else. Either game might be fun. As she watched, the dominate woman moved into the picture and spit right on the subs asshole. Then she produced a butt plug that was pretty large in the middle, about as large as a normal sized dick, and then had a very narrow neck with a round, flat part to keep it from going all the way in. The woman eased it into the subs ass, the sub moaned and tried not to move. The dom smiled and watched as it settled into the subs ass and her asshole closed around the narrow neck. It would stay in there for a while. Jen loved this picture! Wow! She slowly rolled her legs back to her chest and put her index finger in her mouth, wetting it heavily. Then she ran it down on her own ass and starting working it in. She moaned and released her legs with her other hand so that she could pinch her nipples. She was so turned on she was starting to pant! Her body was flushed and hot, her face and chest reddening. But she didn't take her eyes off the screen. They ordered the woman to her feet and to get dressed. She rearranged her clothes and they got out of the van. Jen was disappointed and wondered what was going on. There should have been more to it than that, right? She soon found out there was. The couple that was in charge led the woman into a supermarket. The camera followed them closely as they headed back to the produce department. Once there, the submissive woman was ordered to ask a stranger to lift her blouse and feel her tits. The first couple of men who came by seemed too wary of this with the camera filming the entire event, but finally one young man did it. He pulled up the woman's blouse, started feeling her tits, and really hammed it up for the camera. The woman just stood there. After that, the woman was led over to a display table that had some bread and rolls on it. The dom couple moved the items out of the way and had the woman bend over the table. They yanked up her skirt , putting her ass, butt plug, and soaking wet pussy on display. Her hands were taken and cuffed behind her back. Several folks were shown wandering by and most of the women immediately fled the area. Some of the men, too, but a couple of them stayed to watch. Again, Jen wondered what if felt like to be put on display or to put someone else on display for strangers. Her nipples were throbbing and her pussy was dripping as she slowly sank her right index finger into her ass and ran her other hand through her pussy and up over her clit. She knew she liked watching this, but wasn't sure about being the one on display. In any case, she couldn't wait to see what happened next and she wanted to cum badly. Then she gasped as she watched the male dom pull his 8" cock, rock hard and ready to go, and proceed to place it up to the woman's pussy! He jammed it in and started pounding her. The guys who had stuck around were invited to feel her tits and both of them took the opportunity to do so. They were fondling her tits, while the guy was pounding his dick into her, slapping up against the butt plug. The woman had finally had enough and, moaning loudly, started cumming. The male dom waited until she was done and then jerked his dick out of her, whipped her around and forced her to her knees, and then proceeded to unleash a major load all over her face. The woman just kneeled there while the camera filmed and the bystanders who were there took pictures with their phones. Finally, the doms stood her up, lowered her clothing, and walked her out of the store and back to the van. At no time did they make any move to clean off her face. The camera followed them out to the van and into the back. Once in there, they uncuffed her and handed her a towel to wipe off her face. They then asked her questions about how she enjoyed it and what she thought. She was ecstatic! Wow, Jen thought, she loved every minute of it. She said she was so turned on that she wanted to fuck some more! Me, too, was all Jen could think of. That was it for Jen. She started finger fucking both her pussy and ass at the same time. She had her right index finger in her ass and three fingers in her pussy, pounding away at herself. She had never masturbated so strongly and worked so hard on her pussy. She had also never fingered her ass. Oh, shit, she was going to cum buckets! She kept her finger in her ass, but took her other hand out and starting mashing and pinching her clit and within ten seconds started cumming. It was a large one and she moaned and thrashed. She was not a squirter, but she came so much that it was running down past her finger-filled asshole and onto the towel. She just couldn't stop cumming! Finally, she calmed down. Her spasms stopped. She was breathing heavily and her entire body had a light sheen of sweat from the hard work and major orgasm. She slowly pulled her finger out of her ass and looked at it. Hmmm. She took it and put it into her mouth to taste her ass. It was a little disgusting, but still, a turn on for her. She had never done it before and the thought of doing something so dirty had her getting hot again. Shit! She better stop and get cleaned up before Matt comes home. As she was getting dressed, however, she couldn't help but continue to run her hands over her body and tease herself a little. Matt was going to be in for a surprise when he got home! She was going to rip his clothes off and attack him. She had never felt so horny. Coming next: Part 3. Experimentation begins. The Awakening Ch. 02 Part Two -- Resurrection Up in the attic I turn on the standard lamp, unlock the Chubb lock and open the trunk. Nadine is out for a few hours so I can take my time and fully investigate the contents of the trunk. There are layers of skirts; blouses and lingerie all neatly folded. I take one of blouses out of the trunk and try it on. I'm not really surprised to find it is a perfect fit. I fumble with the buttons because they are on the opposite side to the buttons on my men's shirts. Similarly when I try on a navy-blue skirt it also fits me. Vague memories return to me of wearing the garments but nothing tangible. I have already tried on the cherry-red, platform-soled, high-heel pumps so I know they fit. There are other pairs of women's shoes in the trunk all size ten. They range from strappy sandals to high-heeled pumps. I put them aside and study the lingerie; panties, bras, slips, suspender belts, stockings, pantyhose; all manner of underwear in various colours and styles. They are intriguing but I don't waste time trying them on; it's pretty obvious they will fit. I'm getting towards the bottom of the trunk now. I find a hard plastic case, which I open and am shocked to find a pair of lifelike latex breasts. I put that aside and find another small cardboard box. Inside is a cellular phone and charging unit. I turn it on but the battery is very nearly flat so I put it aside for further perusal. I find a large makeup case full of cosmetics and a smaller makeup case with a compact, lipstick, eyeliner, blush, eyeshadow and eyeliner pencil and other cosmetics. A small jewellery case is next; I open it up and find a small collection of silver jewellery similar to that worn by the woman in my dreams. I find two ladies handbags, one black patent leather, the other metallic silver. Right at the bottom is a small address book, which I place next to the mobile phone. I put everything back except for the phone and the address book and make my way back to the study where I put the phone on charge. I fire up the Sony notebook and log into Michele Nylons' hotmail account. Of the thirty-seven unread emails, most appear to be junk so I ditch them. I'm left with about half dozen emails that look legitimate. I open one with the subject: 'Where Are You Michele?' It reads: 'Michele honey, Where have you been? The girls miss you and I do too; not to mention our bevy of admirers. Please don't tell me you have given up the scene? xxx Vanessa' The return address is vanessa_satin@Yahoo.com. It's dated about three weeks ago. I'm intrigued and decide to reply to Vanessa to see what information I can glean without giving away too much. 'Vanessa, I was unexpectedly called away and was not contactable. Sorry about that but I'm back now. Please provide me with as much information as you can as to what has happened while I was away. xxx Michele' The other emails are of a similar vein; from what I presume they are from other transvestites and those admirer persons. They lament my absence from the crossdressing scene and some are quite vulgar and explicit. I log into Michele's TVChix page and once again read her profile. I notice she has posted her email address and a cellular phone number in her contact details. What's the bet it's the number of the mobile I have charging on my desk? I flick open the phone and find a few telephone numbers in the contacts file. Vanessa's number is there (at least I assume she is the same Vanessa who emailled me) but the other names do not ring a bell. I look at the outgoing calls register and see the last call I made was to Vanessa two days before my accident. There are a few text messages as well and they seem to all relate to setting up meetings. To say I am intrigued would be to put it mildly. I am dumbfounded but very fascinated about what seems to be a very secret and personal part of my life that I cannot recall no matter how hard I try. I peruse the pictures in the MN file and I must say I am captivated by the images of the woman in those pictures. Am I really her? She's very sexy; if you look closely you can tell she is a transvestite but she is stunning all the same. I find that I am becoming aroused. That evening I get a reply from Vanessa: 'Let's meet at the Early Bird Coffee Shop at 6 pm tonite'. I feel the trepidation but I am excited as well. I have no idea what this Vanessa person looks like. Will she come dressed as a woman or a man? That's my first thought. I debate for hours as to whether or not I should meet this person but in the end my curiosity overcomes my anxiety. I make up an excuse for Nadine and drive downtown to the coffee shop. I sit nursing a skinny latte looking around the place but there is no one there I recognise. At 6:15 a handsome man in his forties sits down opposite me. He is lean, tanned and his hair is rather long but very well styled. He is carrying a diet soda and I notice he has long elegant fingers with rather long but spotlessly clean fingernails. "Ok Michele there is obviously something very wrong with you," he says without any preamble. "You didn't give me the all clear signal and you seem not have a clue who I am," he sips his drink and raises his brows waiting for my reply. "All clear?" I ask. "When we are meeting in drab; rubbing a hand through our hair indicates we are free and clear to meet and won't be embarrassed if someone not in our scene is in the vicinity," he explains. "There is something seriously wrong with you isn't there?" I didn't really know where to start so I told him everything that had happened to me, starting with the dreams I had while I was in the coma; concluding with me sitting here across from a total stranger who seems to know more about me than I know about myself. "Amazing!" he looks extremely puzzled. "I suppose I should introduce myself; I'm Vanessa. I know it sounds strange me having a woman's name but that's how we work," he begins. "We?" I ask. "We are a group of what are known as 'closet' transvestites. That is we regularly meet in secret and only our friends and select people are invited." "We only know each other by our femme names; we are discreet and anonymous. We stay in contact by email or cell phone and we seldom meet in drab," he concludes. "Sort of like AA?" I joke, but it is not well received. "Drab?" I ask. "Yes dressed as men. It's really only you and I that get together like this occasionally to discuss club business," Vanessa took another sip of her soda. Why am I thinking of him as a her? This is all very confusing! "Look I can see that you are very confused and I can't imagine what it must be like to lose all of your memories like that," Vanessa went on. "But in some ways I envy you. You will get to experience the delight of crossdressing for the first time all over again." "That is if you want to?" Vanessa raises her eyebrows again. I frown, unsure of what I really want. "Those dreams; you are the woman in those dreams. Your experiences with your wife? Why do you think you can't get it up unless she dresses that way? Why do you envy her being dressed that way and imagine that it is you dressed in sexy lingerie and being submissive?" her gaze is intense. "Look we can't really discuss this here. We usually meet at the Southside Inn every couple of weeks. I think you and I should meet there alone and we can see if you still have urge; see if you still want to be part of the scene," Vanessa finishes her coke and stands up, obviously about to leave. "I'll email you the details. You can make up your mind if you want to meet me when I it set up. I hope you come Michele; you used to love being in our select little club; you and I were the founding members and the leaders of the group so to speak." "I miss you," Vanessa says and turns and walks away. So I sweat over the next couple of days. I am tempted to open the trunk again and maybe try on some of the clothes; try to put on some makeup but I just can't imagine doing it. Then the email from Vanessa arrives. It is very specific. It goes into great detail as to what items I should bring to the meet, how to the meet and concludes with 'turn on your cell phone at 7:00 pm Friday, wait outside the Southside Inn'. Sure enough, there I am at 7:00 pm Friday, parked outside of the hotel with a small suitcase packed as directed by Vanessa. The cellular phone sat on the dash and buzzes at exactly 7:00 pm. The message reads: 'room 213' and with some trepidation I take the small case and enter the hotel; step into the elevator and press the button for the second floor. I knock on the door to room 213 and it opens a little. I push it open and step inside. Vanessa looks magnificent. She is wearing a figure hugging red lamē dress with silver sequins. Her hair is a blonde wig piled high with a perfect fringe just above her eyebrows. She wears lots of makeup and it is perfectly applied. Her long legs are clad in shimmering flesh-toned hose, with darker fully-fashioned heels and back-seams. Her shoes are red high-heeled pumps at least four inches high. Her attention to detail is rigorous; even her elegant fingernails are painted with cherry-red nailpolish and gold bangles grace her wrists. A matching pendant hangs around her neck on a gold chain, gold drop-earring dangle from her ears and gold rings adorn her fingers. She looks sophisticated and sexy; I feel myself becoming aroused. She looks nothing like the man I met at the Early Bird Coffee Shop. She is stunning. I stand there staring at her in awe. "Sit," Vanessa points to the bed and I obey. I drop my small suitcase and watch the beautiful transvestite pour us both a glass of red wine. "Here," she hands me a glass and I sip it. "You like what you see I take it," she smiles at me. I nod, not really able to speak. "Good, now take a shower and call me when you're finished," she says. I do as I'm told still full of trepidation. I come out of the bathroom dressed only in a bath towel. Vanessa removes it and smiles at my erect penis. I can't stop staring at her. She reaches out and glides a finger slowly along my shaft; I nearly climax; it feels so sensual. Vanessa smiles. "The same old Michele is still in there. Now just let me do what I need to do. Just sit down and relax," she smiles again. I glance at the queen size bed and notice that Vanessa has laid out the things she told me to bring. The satin, lace and nylon look quite mystical and inviting in the darkened room. I notice she had laid out a set of hair trimmers, a razor, shaving cream, nail clippers and depilatory cream on the dressing table. I sit down and sip my wine and let her do what needs to be done. I instinctively trust her. Her perfume smells wonderful as she fusses around me, clipping my pubic hair, shaving my torso and my face, shaping my eyebrows, shaving my legs, arms, and the backs of my hands. She starts with the electric trimmer and progresses to the razor, frequently changing the blade. Vanessa fusses and tuts, taking a sip of wine occasionally; I'm not really hirsute but it still takes her the best part of an hour to rid my of my body of what little body hair I have and to trim my pubes. "Jesus Michele how could you let yourself get so hairy?" she asks. "And how could Nadine stand it?" she takes a little sip of wine. "You know about Nadine?" I ask. "I know you told me that she loves that you keep your body shaved." "We keep our private lives to ourselves but pillow talk extends to our sex lives, so yes you've told me about your relationship with Nadine, just as you did at the coffee shop yesterday and I have told you about my wife Jeanette," she answers. "You know my male name is Jim and I know yours is Mike, but that's about as much as we know, or want to know about each other's personal lives. It's one of our rules," Vanessa explains. "Rules?" I ask. She just smiles and points at the mirror. "Take one last look at Mike for a little while; the next time you look in the mirror you will see Michele," she grins. She pours me another glass of wine and then she gets busy. She applies a thick coat of foundation to my face and neck and sets it with a liberal dusting of matching face powder. She then goes to work on my eyes. She brushes mauve eyeshadow onto my eyelids working from the inner corner of each eye to the centre above my pupils. She works the powder upwards right up to my eyebrows and then applies a coat of light blue out to the far corners of my eyes, lightening the makeup as she works it up to my brows, blending the two shades. She reaches for some pink eyeshadow and applies it liberally around the edges of the two other coats of eyeshadow; blending the eyeshadow with a small brush, making final adjustments with her fingertips. I stare at myself in the mirror as my face is slowly transformed. "Please half-close your eyes for me; here comes the hard bit; the eyeliner." Vanessa says, concentrating on her task. Vanessa carefully delineates jet-black eyeliner as close as possible to the lash line of my upper and lower eyelids . She starts in the very corner of each eye and works outwards applying three coats and touching up where necessary so that my eyes are framed by the black makeup. "Open your eyes; lift your head up but look down at my tummy and keep still for me Michele; I'm going to do your mascara next," Vanessa explains. She brushes thick black mascara onto my upper and lower eyelashes; fiddling a little as she works. She explains that because my eyelashes are very fine she has to apply plenty of the product to get a good effect. Then she brushes blusher to my cheeks, feathering it along my cheek-line and smoothing it up so that it almost merges with my eyeshadow. Finally she dusts my whole face and neck with a coating of sheer-glow finishing powder, being careful not to smudge my mascara and eyeliner. My face is already starting to look feminine. "Ok Michele I want you to play particular attention to how I apply your lipstick; it's a two-coat product and you need to get the first coat right because its very difficult to remove," she lectures. She opens a long slim box containing two thin tubes and unscrews the first tube to reveal an applicator coated with plum coloured liquid lipstick. Vanessa paints my lips with the colour coat, carefully outlining my lip-line and then colouring in my lips applying it evenly. She has me bite down on a tissue to set the lippy and remove any excess. Then she opens the other tube, the transparent topcoat, she waits a minute and then applies it liberally to my lips. "Perfect," she whispers more to herself than to me, "now leave your lips parted for a second until it's dry ok?" I nod. "Ok now lift your head while I fit your wig," she says. Vanessa specifically told me to bring the classic bob brunette with the subtle dark-red highlights and she brushes it out while I sit and let my makeup set. She places the wig on my head and fiddles and adjusts it until it is sitting perfect with the bangs straight. She brushes it some more and then she stands back to admire her work. "Welcome back Michele!' she says and spins to me around so that I am facing the mirror. The transformation is astounding! I'm looking at the woman from my dreams! I reach out and lightly touch my reflection. "It's really me, I can't believe it" I sigh. "Ok let's get you dressed then," Vanessa said. "Have a quick drink before we start," she said and we both take a gulp of wine. I feel very nervous but also excited. I can smell and taste my makeup and it feels a little familiar now. I stand before Vanessa as she clips a black satin and lace suspender belt around my waist. The silver clips tickle my thighs; they are cold against my skin. "Sit!" she points at the bed, her red fingernail glistens. I gasp and sigh with delight as Vanessa slides the sensuous nylon stockings up my legs and fastens the welts to the garters. She straightens the black seams of the sheer taupe nylons and smooths out the creases with her fingertips being careful not to snag them. My penis is becoming tumescent; the decadent feel of the stockings on my recently shaved legs, the taste of my makeup, the scent of Vanessa's perfume; its all very arousing. Vanessa smiles wickedly and tucks my semi-tumescent penis under my crotch and pulls a pair of white satin, boy-leg panties up my legs. The satin whispers against my sheer nylons; the feel is ecstatic! She smooths the panties around my buttocks and I shiver and moan. "It feels so nice doesn't it?" she whispers, stroking my stocking-clad legs. "Yes it does. Did I really dress like this very often?" I ask incredulously. How could I forget something that feels so decadent and sumptuous? "You are so lucky to be experiencing this for the first time," she smiles at me and slides my feet into a pair of black high-heeled pumps. "Stand!" she commands and I obey. She straps a white satin and lace brassiere around my torso and stuffs the latex breastforms into the cups. They feel strange but not uncomfortable. "We sometimes use cosmetic tape or glue to hold our breastforms in place but we don't have time for that tonight," she tuts. She's in a hurry now and quickly buttons me into a mauve satin blouse and has me step into the navy-blue skirt. The hem of the skirt feels very sexy rubbing against my legs. She has me stand in front of the mirror once more and all vestiges of my male persona are gone. I am not Mike; I am the woman of my dreams. She clips silver drop earrings to my ears, fastens a matching pendant around my neck, slides rings on my fingers and fastens bangles and bracelets to my wrists. "The final touch," she whispers in my ear and then sprays a liberal amount of 'Poison' on my decolletage and cheekily sprays some under my skirt. I feel so wonderful; feminine and sexy! The transformation is amazing. I don't feel like Michael; I feel like Michele! I stare at myself in the mirror for a few seconds and then Vanessa spins me around and takes me in her arms. She kisses me softly and I respond immediately. The sweet taste of her mouth, the taste of our lipstick as our lips crush, the scent of our perfume, the soft embrace of our bodies. I am becoming tumescent; the soft satin material of my panties caresses the sensitive flesh of my penis. I begin to understand what Vanessa was implying when she told me she envied me the experience of dressing like this for the first time. Our kisses become more frenzied and Vanessa pulls my body close to hers; my skirt and blouse rustle against her lamē dress, the feel of the soft fabric against my skin is electrifying. Her tongue slides into my mouth and I gasp as her fingers slide up my legs; the soft caress of her fingers on my sheer nylon-clad thigh is delightfully thrilling. I respond and lift the hem of her skirt and stroke her thighs. She pulls me closer and out tongues entwine. I don't feel like I am kissing a man; I'm kissing Vanessa. I also don't feel anything like Michael any more; I am Michele, brazen transvestite! We fall onto the bed, she on top of me. She kisses me passionately while her hands explore my body. Eventually her hand slides up my thigh, across the welts of my stockings, and then across the band of pale tender flesh until her fingers rest on my panty-clad member. "MMMMmmmm," I groan as she squeezes it. Vanessa breaks our kiss briefly and smiles at me. "I knew you would like it," she sighs and her face falls back to mine. I reciprocate and slide my hand under her dress and find her manhood sheathed in sheer nylon panties. I trace the outline of her erection with my fingernail and she gasps in my mouth. "You might have lost your memory but you haven't lost your touch," she gasps and pushes her crotch into my hand, encouraging me to stroke her. The Awakening Ch. 02 She squeezes me and I take hold of her shaft and caress it; I stroke it through the gauzy nylon and feel it pulse and quiver in my fingers. Vanessa begins to masturbate me through my satin panties and the feeling is sublime. I feel feminine yet assertive as we mutually masturbate each other, slowly stoking each other through the silken fabric of our panties as we kiss and fondle each other. My other hand explores her stocking-clad thighs and she explores mine. The pleasure I received from caressing my wife dressed in her sexy lingerie is but a pittance to the pleasure I am receiving from caressing Vanessa and being caressed by her in return. We are both gasping and groaning as the tempo of our foreplay builds. In the back of my mind I wonder where we go next; but I'm too engrossed in the pleasure I am experiencing right now to worry too much about that. Then Vanessa abruptly breaks our kiss. She's lying on top of me, looking down on me; her hands on my shoulders her legs between mine. She is staring me straight in the eyes. "You are beautiful," she sighs. "As are you," I whisper. Her face falls to my stomach and she kisses me there, then she proceeds to work her way down my skirt kissing me until her lips find the hem. She is kneeling between my legs; I am prone on the bed. Her lips find my knees and she kisses them. I shudder. She works her way up my thighs; softly kissing my stocking-clad flesh; her fingers stroke my calves, then the backs of my knees and then they too caress my thighs. She rucks up my skirt and I lift my head to see her face hovering above my groin. She lowers her face and I feel her soft lips nuzzle my cock through my silky satin panties. "Oh God!" I groan as she kisses my shaft and tickles the glans of my penis with her tongue. She takes my penis into her mouth and I think I will die with pleasure. She suckles it briefly through the satin panty material and then she uses her fingers to free my member from my panties. Unencumbered by my underwear, she takes my naked flesh into her hot wet mouth. "OOOOooohhhhh Vanessa!" I gasp. I place my hands on her head and she slowly begins to fellate me. Her tongue finds my fraenulum and teases it as her lips lock around the base of my penis. Then, as she lashes my glans with her tongue she moves her lips up and down my shaft. Her fingers continue to caress my silken-clad thighs and I lie back in utter bliss as my hands guide her head up and down my shaft. She relocates a hand to my groin and hefts my scrotum through my panties and gently squeezes it while her mouth continues to suckle my erect penis. I'm close to coming. The sensation of being fellated by this seductive transvestite, whilst clad in satin, lace and nylon and wearing makeup, perfume, and high-heels is an experience I cannot describe. It is pleasurable beyond belief. As my climax approaches I close my eyes and the woman of my dreams; the woman in the mirror is there to greet me. She is smiling. "OOOOoooohhhhhh!" I moan and writhe upon the bed. I grasp Vanessa's head and push it into my groin as I ejaculate. She sucks and slathers my member as my issue is unloaded into her warm moist mouth. Her tongue flickers over my throbbing glans while her lips suck my pulsing shaft as she milks my spend from me; her fingers gently caress my scrotum to encourage the last of my semen from my scrotal sac. My feet drum on the bed, my high-heels clatter and my body twists and writhes with passion as the orgasm rages through my body. The sensation of the soft sensual lingerie on my tender skin, the feel of skirt, blouse, hose and heels; the taste and smell of makeup and perfume intensify my climax a hundredfold. I push Vanessa's sweet face into my groin as the last of my issue dribbles from the eye of my cock. She kisses my slowly deflating penis and then my tender thighs. She slides my lipstick-stained penis back inside my panties and pulls down and straightens my skirt. She smiles up at me from on her knees. She closes my legs and arises and then falls on top of me. She kisses me and I pull her close. "Nice?" she smiles down at me and nod my assent. "Now it's your turn," her smile turns into a grin. I can feel her erection through the layers of lingerie, skirt and dress. It feels long, hard and thick. I imagine heat radiating from the tumescent organ although it is only my imagination. I reach down and feel it through the layers of silk, satin and nylon. It throbs in my hand and Vanessa smiles and pulls my face to hers. Our legs intertwine and our stockings rasp as they come into contact. The feel of the gossamer garments brushing one and other is magnificently titillating. Vanessa pulls me close and rolls over so I am on top of her. I kiss her and push my groin into hers; I feel her hard cock pressing against me. She lifts her groin to rub it on my body and I smile. Now I am in control! I lift up her dress and bunch it around her waist; my skirt has already ridden up. I lower my body to hers and our panty-clad members touch; hers fully erect, mine flaccid but still sensitive. I slide my stocking-clad legs along hers and I grind my pubis into hers. She sucks on my tongue and hisses as she feels of our satin-clad flesh rub together and our nyloned legs entwine. I want to feel and taste her in my mouth but the feel of our lingerie-clad bodies rubbing against one and other is exquisite and I don't want to stop. Neither does she apparently. "Oh Michele; you are so beautiful! Mmmmmm I love what you are doing to me! Please don't stop!" she begs. We caress, fondle and grope each other for what seems like an eternity. My hand finds her member and it is long, thick, hot and heavy. Her cock is so large that the head is poking above the waistband of her panties. I stroke the satin-sheathed shaft before my fingers explore the pulsing purple head; the eye sticky with pre-seminal fluid. To my memory this is the first time I have touched a penis other than my own; although obviously this is not the case. Before my accident I apparently did this on a regular basis and I can now well understand why. I feel so feminine and sexy. I can wait no more, and to Vanessa's dismay I break off our embrace and begin my journey down her body; kissing and caressing her until I arrive at her feet. I kiss her ankles, enjoying the sensation and taste of her stocking-clad legs. I slide off her high-heel and take her foot into mouth, suckling the nylon-sheathed toes. She gasps as I taste her perfume and a scintilla of sweat. I run my tongue under her foot and she wriggles and writhes as I trace her calves up to her knees, where I explore the small wrinkles in her stockings at the back of her knees. "Oh you hussy!" she moans. I continue my journey with my tongue and lick her taunt thighs to the tops of her stockings. I pause to explore the dark welts of her stockings but am soon on my way again. I don't hesitate when I find her hard cock poking out the top of her panties. I engulf it with my mouth; pulling her panties out of the way so that I can get of much of her phallus as possible into my mouth. Vanessa cries out and drums her heels on the bed. "Oh you bitch! Suck me you bitch!" she wails and grips my head and pushes me down on her hard cock. The shaft of her appendage feels firm and silky on my lips whilst the glans feels spongy and malleable. I explore it with my tongue, tickling her fraenulum whilst my lips slide up and down the shank. It takes me a while to get my breathing right as I suck on Vanessa's hard throbbing cock. I don't feel in any way homophobic; I'm not a man sucking another man's cock, I'm a sexy tranny fellating my girlfriend. I'm comfortable with my sexuality and can enjoy this experience without the shame or disgust that I dreaded might be lurking inside my psyche. Vanessa is enjoying my ministrations. "Oh yessss Michele; suck me you whore! Suck me and make me come!" she gasps and pushes my face up and down on her cock. I feel a sense of power even though I am the one doing the sucking. I slow the rhythm and then increase it when I feel like it; I suck and slather Vanessa's member, teasing her as she writhes and moans on the bed. I can sense that she wants to climax but I hold her back, slowing down the fellatio as I see fit. "Oh you bitch! Let me come! Make me come Michele!" she begs. I am keen to taste her load; I have no memory what semen tastes like but I imagine it will be exotic and sensuous judging by how readily Vanessa gobbled down my issue. I lock my lips around the long thick shaft of Vanessa's penis and slide my tongue around the corona of her glans and begin to suckle her cock as my head rises and falls in her lap. I increase the tempo and feel her penis begin to pulsate in my mouth. She is ready. I reach up and take her hands in mine and squeeze her fingers as my cock-sucking reaches crescendo, my lips clamp her shaft and my tongue lashes her glans, bringing her to climax. "Ohhhh you sexy bitch!" she groans, and rips her fingers from mine and pushes my face down onto her pulsing flesh. My mouth fills with warm musky viscous fluid. Vanessa is coming in my mouth. I suck and lick her quivering pole, encouraging her to empty her seed into my willing mouth. I swallow some of her load to make room for the seemingly endless flood of semen that is erupting from her cock. "Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh yes!" she moans as her body writhes and quivers on the bed. I greedily suck the precious elixir from Vanessa's pulsing erection. I carefully glean the last few droplets of the precious fluid from the eye of her cock as my lips suckle her slowly deflating member. I become aware that I have sprouted another erection and it is tenting my skirt and panties. Vanessa lovingly eases my face from her groin and coaxes me up her body so that once again I am lying on top of my lover; our legs entwine. She kisses me passionately for a long slow beat and I can taste semen on her breath, as I'm sure she can on mine. We kiss and fondle each other lovingly for a while and then we break for drink of wine. She clinks her glass against mine. "How was it honey? Your first transbian sex; or at least the first time that you can remember," she grins mischievously at me. "It was un-be-fucking-livable!" I grin back at her and we both begin to giggle. "You really can't remember ever doing this before?" she smiles inquisitively. "God no! I would remember; that was just so amazing! So sensual! So??????? I just don't have the words to explain how magnificent it was," I say. "Well who says we're finished?" she smiles seductively and reaches for me. Two hours later we lie in each other's arms now stripped down to our lingerie but still wearing our high-heels. Our makeup is smudged and our nylons have runners. Our panties are stained with each other's semen and we are both sated. "Can we do this again?" I look up into her eyes. "Oh I'm only just starting you out honey! Next time we will party with some admirers," she smiles. I frown. I hadn't thought of having sex with a man. Vanessa senses my trepidation. "Don't worry Michele you are going to love it!" she beams at me. "If you think tonight was great, just wait until you get fucked for the first time!" she laughs. To be continued... The Awakening Ch. 02 NOTE: The tree in chapter-1 exploded because of the Djinns missed attack. * Next morning dawned just like it usually did in the small town of Ravenville, Virginia, USA.Sunny and bright. A bright patch of sunlight found its way through the window of Michael's room illuminating his face. It only made him turn over in a lazy motion so that the light warmed his back and fell on his birthmark. It looked like a large, slightly indistinct tattoo of a raven wings spread apart, about to pounce. It spread from shoulder blade to shoulder blade. Michael was distinctly average looking for a teen. He had a face which was very easily lost in a crowd. He had black hair and eyes. That coupled with his ordinary features meant that he probably wouldn't stand out at all in a crowd, based on his face. He had an athlete's physique from years of practicing martial arts such as Kendo and Aikido. Still his muscles were usually hidden by his baggy style of clothing. At that time, Michael was having a very happy dream about being the guest of honour at a buffet. The dream was shattered by his mother's voice, yelling for him from downstairs. He rolled himself off his bed and shuffled down to the kitchen. It took him a moment to get his bearings. Both his parents were dressed in business suits. Their small carryons were resting on the kitchen table; there were two suitcases on the floor. Both of them were bustling about trying to get things done and generally getting in each other's way. ".......and remember to call Betty to come over once in a while!"said Carla, finally taking a breath. "He is an adult dear; he can take care of himself. But i will call her, just to make you feel better" replied Robert. Robert and Carla Desade, 44 and 46 respectively were the parents of 24 year old Julia Desade and 18 year old Michael Craven Desade.The middle name Craven was supposedly the name of one of his ancestors. Carla was reasonably fit for her age with kind brown eyes and a trim figure. She could still run a mile in 15 minutes flat. Robert still had the body and scars of his former life as a marine scout sniper. He was also Michael's first combat teacher and sparring partner. He could still kick ass and take names with the best of them according to Michael. Robert and Carla were both partners in the same multinational corporation. Right now both of them were about to leave for an overseas business trip. Julia was an engineering student at MIT. "You are going to be on your own for a long time. Will you be all right?"Asked Carla "I will be fine mom, now go or the flight will leave without." replied Michael. Robert placed a hand on his wife's shoulder and firmly started to steer her out the door pulling a suitcase on wheels with his other hand. "He can take care of himself dear, now let's go." Carla still managed to turn around and peck Michael on the cheek, as she left. Michael heaved a sigh as the front door slammed shut. The peace and quiet of the house suited him well. He had just gotten up to go back upstairs to sleep when he received the first shock of the morning. "Very careless, young one. Had I been an assassin, you would have been dead.....several times over." The words came from the mouth of a woman. She had an ageless quality about her which made it hard to discern her age. Her hair was pure white while her eyes were cherry red with black slitted pupils. She was dressed in some sort of slinky purple evening dress which left her left shoulder bare. That coupled with her rather sizable cleavage made it rather hard for him to look away from her. But to Michaels trained eyes she also appeared to be a fighter. It made him settle instinctively into a neutral combat stance (Feet slightly spread apart, Muscles relaxed.) "You can relax young one, if I wanted you dead; I could have done so last night." Michael started to speak, but was cut off before he could begin. "As things stood, I almost did kill you last night. But your little scuffle with the Djinn has impressed me." Michael opened his mouth but was cut off. "I have decided to let you live for now. And this is yours by the way." The woman tossed something long and thin at Michael who caught it out of reflex. When he looked up again, he was suddenly pinned between the woman and the table. "I can already smell your power." She kissed him thoroughly leaving him breathless and disappeared taking a step back. He took a closer look at the long thin something only to see that it was a katana. The hilt was engraved with etched skulls and other unrecognisable things. The joint between the hilt and the blade was shaped like a raven's head, with the sword blade protruding from its open beaks.When he drew the blade, he saw that it was black just like the sheath. There was something written on one flat side of the blade in a strange script. The meaning of the words suddenly appeared in his mind and said it out loud. "May the dammed serve for eternity" As soon as he said the words out loud Michael was suddenly aware that he had spoken in a language unknown to him. The words unlocked something in him that had always been there unnoticed. A rush of cold power spread outward in a ring with him at its centre. The power reminded him of a graveyard at night. It left him gasping for breath like a fish out of water. His vision and other senses suddenly sharpened. The ring of power faded away but left him with an awareness of something (he had no idea what.)Michael sheathed the sword and then drew it again with a speed born of skill and practice. An old man had just appeared out of thin air, at the same place where the white haired woman had first appeared. He looked just like an old Chinese man.Tiny, bald, heavily wrinkled face and wearing a bowler hat. He was dressed in an oversized gi. His Voice was unlike what Michael had expected-sonorous and clear. "Greetings young master. My master the Caliph of the North apologises for the misconduct of the warrior Eriyenes.He says that the Djinn nation is willing to make any reparations you might wish for in recompense." Having said his peace the Chinese man disappeared. Michael sheathed the katana and sat back down on the chair. He almost put his head down on the table when there was a flicker of movement just outside the kitchen window. The glass shattered and a transparent sphere filled with swirling black mist came rolling in. The sphere shattered and all hell broke loose. The Awakening Ch. 02 Susan got up and hesitantly walked over to them joining in the hug. She wrapped her arms around them as she leaned in laying her head on Laura's shoulders. Her soft smile and warm embrace reassured them both. "Julie, I hope you know you are so very special sweetie. But, your mother and I...." Laura hushed Susan's voice as they all stood there together. They all seemed to be flush with anticipation neither knowing exactly what to do or say. Finally, Julie spoke. "Mom, Susan I know, it was just a bit strange to see you two kissing like that. I know Susan was just helping me, but...I don't know. This is all so new and strange and wonderful at the same time." The tears slowly subsided as they all stood embracing and enjoying the feel of each other's closeness. Susan kissed her young lover again as they continued their embrace. Laura smiled as she watched them close their eyes and press their lips together. Laura was so close she could hear and feel them both sigh as their lips met. She felt a twinge of jealousy begin to grow inside her; she dismissed it and just smiled watching them embrace. Slowly, the two lovers parted lips. Laura smiled with a mother's knowledge that things would work out. "It's ok Julie; I know this has been a very, well....different day. I love you no matter what and I hope you know that." Laura reminded her. She leaned in and kissed Julie's flushed cheek and looked deeply into her daughter's eyes. They stood there hugging, looking at each other more, still unsure of who should do what. Laura finally suggested Susan shower and get dressed so they could make a decision about dinner. Julie blushed, noticing Susan's nipples as hard round pebbles. Probably caused by either the kiss or their bodies close proximity as they hugged. "Oh alright, I am starving." Susan smiled as she left their embrace. Laura and Julie watched as Susan left the room. Laura returned her eyes to look into Julie's. She smiled and softly hugged her daughter once again. "Susan is very lovely, Julie. We need to get deal with dinner and the fact that Becky might join us", Laura smiled as she released Julie. A quick thought about having Rachel as a lover flashed through Laura's mind, as she looked Julie in the eyes. A young lover might not be so bad, she thought to herself smiling at her now not so innocent daughter. "Yes, and mom, you are too, oh, is Becky coming over?" Julie smiled as she pulled Laura back to her, hugging her tightly once more. "Yes, she called earlier. We'll call her cell once we figure out what we're going to do." Laura added. They both smiled as they hugged each knowing that today they had grown closer together. Julie's firm breasts pressed into Laura as her thoughts turned back to Rachel. Julie was having similar thoughts about Susan as they both turned and walked out of the room. Walking into the kitchen, they began to talk about what they had around the house worthy enough to serve their houseguest. They decided going out would probably be the best thing and called Becky. * * * Susan walked into the bathroom and ran the shower; the water didn't take long to warm up. She stepped in and let the hot water sweep away the scent of her day. Recalling the image of Laura and Julie embracing, she felt a surge of joy between her legs. Oh my, she thought to herself that is so bad. She smiled lasciviously to herself as she remembered Julie's delicious body and fantasized about Laura's mature frame. This could very well be a week to remember, and it's only been a few hours already. The Awakening Ch. 03 Have you ever had a partner who wanted to share your fantasies? How about one who was more concerned with making sure that your every fantasy was met before his were even considered? I was lucky enough to have found such a partner in Sam. If you read Chapters 1 and 2, you know I consider myself very lucky to have found my perfect sexual fit in Sam. Sam and I can share anything. For example, he explains to me in great detail how it feels when I cum and my pussy clamps down on his cock and he can feel my juices running down his cock and over his balls. I explain to him how I take his cock in my mouth and consciously control my tongue so that I can push the head of his cock down the back of my throat. We also spend a lot of time talking about our fantasies. Well, truth be told, Sam spends a lot of time asking about my fantasies and trying to make them happen. When I ask him to share his fantasies he tells me he is already getting plenty as he can ask me anything I am happy to explain how it feels to me in great detail. Other than that, Sam doesn't share many of his nastier fantasies with me On this occasion I must have caught him in a moment of weakness because when I asked him what he would like to try some day, he responded that I better be careful what I ask for or I might just get it. Now, that sounded like a dare to me, and not being one to back down from a challenge, I pressed him further. "I would like to see another man fuck you," he said. "Nothing would make me hotter than to be able to see you fuck another man, have another man make you cum and then to join in with you. Does that frighten you?" I thought for a minute and said, "No, that doesn't frighten me, and if that is something you would like to see, then it would only be right for us to explore that opportunity. If you can find a way to make this happen, I will join you gladly." I was pretty sure this wasn't the response Sam expected, but he ran with it before I could change my mind. That afternoon I opened my email to find blind copies of emails Sam had sent in response to some ads on a website as well as some of the responses he had received in return. Of course, Sam had only sent me the tactful responses as some were down right nasty. Over the next couple of weeks Sam and I proceeded to pick someone to meet with. We were all set for a meet and greet the next day when we chickened out and canceled. The more we talked about the missed opportunity the more we realized we wanted to share that experience together. We decided to start a little slower, choosing someone who just wanted to watch. I was great with this; I knew that Sam and I were so HOT together that anyone watching would be in for a treat. Along with that, I also knew that with Sam I would always be safe and that once he started kissing me my horny nature would take over and I would very likely forget we even had an audience. It had happened before. The next day, Sam forwarded me an email that he had received from a gentleman who was interested in joining us to watch. Sam admitted that he had been perusing the personal ads and had sent responses to several advertisers who stated they would like to watch, or maybe join in with a couple for sex. I read the advertisement with a pit of nervousness in my stomach, but I had promised Sam I would participate, so I agreed that if Sam felt this would be the right man, I would stick to the bargain. Sam responded to the ad and over the course of the next month, spoke through email and telephone with Kyle exploring what each was looking for out of the encounter and attempting to establish a relationship each would be comfortable with. Sam involved me in each phase of the communication so that I would have every opportunity to voice any opinions and concerns. As the relationship developed and the plans began to firm up, Sam questioned me about my feelings and he asked me to describe what I would like to have happen when we met with Kyle. Sam reminded me that nothing was off limits and that anything I had ever desired could be available. I finally had to admit that I could not even begin to imagine what would be available to me with two men at my beck and call. But I also had to admit that the thought of someone watching the two of us fucking with more passion than most people accumulate in a lifetime was extremely erotic. Sam asked me if Kyle decided he would like to join in, how would I react? I thought for a bit and responded that when I was with Sam, rational thoughts were the furthest thing from my mind and that I was sure that if it felt natural I would go with the flow. As the day approached, we continued to talk about what could possibly happen when we met Kyle. We had rented a hotel room next to an arcade and were planning on meeting Kyle at the arcade. If all went well, Sam would invite Kyle back to the room to watch, and maybe more. I still couldn't quite believe this would happen; it seemed so very far fetched. Sam stated that this wasn't that far out of the realm of possibility. In fact, he reminded me, I had had such an experience in the past. As a teenager I had been parked out in the woods with two older guys who I would have done anything to impress and they had shared me, one working my pussy and the other enjoying kissing me and feeling me rub his cock. Back then, I had felt like I had done something very wrong and I had done everything I could to forget that moment. In fact, I was embarrassed any time I even thought about it. I was sure that those two guys realized how inexperienced I was and that they had spent the next months laughing at my expense. Sam attempted to change my view of that night. Sam made me see how adventurous I was, even back then, and insisted that those two guys still came on their bellies when they thought back to that time. But, because it wasn't a pleasant experience for me, Sam wanted very much to re-write that history, so that I could remember having two cocks at the same time without embarrassment. Even to remember it with nostalgia and pride and definitely with a big smile on my face. On that Tuesday, we had decided to have a daytime meeting. We enjoyed having a little afternoon delight, an extended lunch, some pleasure in the middle of the day. Sam and I met and rode to the motel room together. We had arrived an hour early and found that the lure of the empty motel room was too much to ignore. I pulled a few outfits from my bag and gave Sam a small fashion show. Before long, Sam was removing my clothes and he pulled me onto the bed in a very passionate embrace. We spent that entire hour fucking, sucking and licking. I was doing my very best to make Sam cum, and Sam doing his best to hold off until after our meeting with Kyle. Finally Sam won out and we dressed to walk over and meet Kyle. As agreed to earlier, I put on a black mini skirt with the tiniest of see thru panties and a see thru white, button-up blouse with a white lace push up bra underneath. Truth be told, by the time Sam adjusted my nipples just right, very little of my tits were still encased in the lace. Together, we walked to the arcade to meet Kyle. When we arrived at the arcade, we took a quick look around and did not see anyone who resembled the man in the picture that Kyle had sent. As we wandered a little longer we saw Kyle arrive. Sam had been the only one to communicate with Kyle prior to the meeting and in order to save me and Kyle added pressure, Sam had told Kyle that I knew nothing about the meeting, but that I liked to show off and dress sexy in public. Sam also hinted to Kyle that if he were to approach me and win my trust, I would most likely very much enjoy the attention. Our agreement was that this would be a meet and greet and only if everyone felt comfortable would the meeting progress. Once Kyle arrived, Sam filled his pocket with quarters and took me to a Grand Prix driving game where I could sit and play next to him and where there was an empty seat on the other side of me should Kyle choose to join us. As we played, Kyle came up and sat down at the empty game next to me. I looked at him and smiled and continued to play my game. As I looked back to Sam, I noticed a huge smile on his face as he was truly enjoying the attention Kyle was paying me. I began to enjoy the game also, making sure my skirt was pulled up as high as was decently possible there in public and I began making small talk with my new neighbor. After a few minutes, Sam and I got up and moved to some pinball games on the other side of the room. As we walked, Sam was reminding me to walk with my shoulders back and my tits sticking out, I of course followed the directions (if you read Chapter 2, you will know why). As we walked, Sam whispered that when Kyle had walked in and sat next to me, he had given Sam a thumbs up sign, apparently pleased with what he saw in me. Playing pinball, Kyle joined us, again taking the empty machine next to me. This time, Kyle started the small talk and included both Sam and I, but as he spoke, I noticed his gaze kept falling to my shirt and what lay tantalizingly visible underneath and then back to Sam as if to affirm that it was alright with Sam that he was looking. I continued to talk to both men, flirting freely with Sam and slightly with Kyle as would befit a first meeting. While Sam finished playing, I introduced myself to Kyle and then introduced him to Sam. Sam advised Kyle that we were interested in playing miniature golf and asked Kyle to join us. Kyle quickly agreed. Our threesome met at the first hole and we all agreed that ladies should go first. I looked slyly at Sam and bent down, in a very unladylike manner to place the ball on the tee, making sure that my ass and my very skimpy panties were visible to the men. I then stood up wiggled my hips back and forth and took a swing at the ball. (I sooo love flirting.) As I stepped away from the tee to allow Sam and Kyle to take their turns, I noticed a huge smile on Sam's face and a look of astonishment on Kyle's face. As the game proceeded, I continued to flash my partners showing them my ass and unbuttoning my blouse to distract them from making their shots. I even unbuttoned the blouse so they could more easily look at my tits as I bent over. All that bending over finally resulted in my tits falling out of their precarious position in the bra and I made no attempt to replace them. I knew that once he noticed this, it would drive Sam wild. As we played I rubbed against Sam and kissed him passionately and gently brushed against Kyle. Each time I looked at Kyle, I was rewarded with a disbelieving smile and a shake of the head. Each time I looked at Sam, I was rewarded with a look of pure lust. As the game proceeded, Kyle and Sam's golf games deteriorated, but a relationship began to build that would allow all partners to move on to the next step if they chose. As I would putt and then bend over to retrieve my ball from the hole I could hear Kyle telling Sam that it sure seemed like I enjoyed showing off and Sam agreeing with Kyle and encouraging Kyle to enjoy as much as he could. At the end of the game, Sam leaned in and whispered to me, asking me if I would like him to invite Kyle back to our room. Before I could think, I answered yes. This was Sam's fantasy and I was enjoying it very much as well. I wanted to make sure it continued to rock Sam's world. Once the offer to join us was extended, Kyle readily agreed to join us and we walked next door to the motel. As we walked, I was almost overcome with nervousness, but Sam can read me so well. He calmed me with a look and kept up small talk so that I had less time to ponder what was about to happen. The three of us entered the room and the nerves of all three were palpable. To lessen the tension, Sam sat down on the bed and called me over to him. As I stood in front of him, he took me into his arms and began kissing me passionately. As I kissed him back, I worked hard to forget that Kyle was in the room watching us. In fact I closed my eyes and just concentrated and the pure unadulterated lust I felt coming from Sam. I finally looked back to Kyle and offered him a seat as it seemed strange to have him standing there while he watched. Then I turned back to Sam and lost myself again in his kisses. As Sam kissed me, he unbuttoned my blouse, one button at a time, and then slid the blouse slowly down over my shoulders. I continued to kiss him with my eyes closed, afraid to look and see what Kyle was seeing. Sam reached around to my back and unhooked my bra, then he took my breasts into his hands one at a time and caressed them placing each in his mouth and sucking on the nipples, making them stand at attention while I moaned. As he did this he reached down and slid my skirt to my feet, followed by my panties, commenting that they didn't cover much anyway. He reached up again to kiss me, moving his hands around to my butt, and sliding his hands over the cheeks, pulling them apart to give Kyle a pleasant view as I stepped out of my clothes. He then turned me around and sat me on his lap so that Kyle could see my newly unveiled body. As I sat on his lap, Sam kissed the back of my neck and circled my clit with his finger and teasing it out. I finally gained the nerve to open my eyes and looked up to see Kyle watching Sam's fingers as they spread the lips of my pussy and separated out my clit, pinching and caressing it. I don't know why, but I had expected to see Kyle watching my face and was shocked to see that his eyes never left my pussy. I looked down to see what Kyle might be seeing and saw that my clit was hard and standing up and the lips of my pussy were red and swollen with the rush of blood coerced to its new location by Sam's attention. Sam moved further back on the bed and pulled me up to ride him, knowing how much I love to feel his cock inside me and my clit grinding against him. I climbed on top of Sam, sliding his hard, throbbing cock into my pussy very slowly so that I could feel it scrape the sides all the way in. As I did, I completely lost awareness of the fact that Kyle was watching us. I moved up and down on Sam's member stopping at the bottom to rock in a circle, grinding my clit against his pelvic bone. Sam held my hands and pushed back against my locked arms raising his hips to give me a full range of motion on his cock. I came in a wave of orgasms looking into Sam's eyes as I did. I finally lifted off of Sam's hard cock and moved down between his legs taking his cock in my mouth, tasting the sweet and tangy taste of my cum on him. Sam reached down and lifted my chin and told me he was really thirsty. I knew this was my cue. Sam had left his drink on the dresser next to where Kyle was sitting and he wanted me to go to Kyle and give him the opportunity to look at me all at once. I climbed off the bed, giggling nervously as I told Kyle that Sam wanted me to show myself to him. Kyle smiled and told me I had a great looking body. I thanked him (what else could I say) and I grabbed Sam's drink and climbed back between his legs where I again took his cock in my mouth. I loved to suck Sam's cock and I stroked his hard member with my lips and my hand as I sucked on the head, slowly sliding my lips down over the head stroking the shaft with my lips and forcing the head into the back of my throat to that point where I gag. As I gave him head, Sam moaned with pleasure. As I slid my lips back up to the head, I circled the head with my tongue and flicked it gently as I looked up into his eyes to see him watching me. And then, I slid my lips back down, continuing to circle the head each time I came to the top of my stroke. Finally, Sam pulled me up to him and asked me if it would be alright if Kyle joined us. I couldn't speak through the nerves, so I just nodded my head yes and I went back to my pleasure. I heard Sam tell Kyle it would be alright if he would like to touch me. Kyle practically flew out of his clothes and joined us on the bed. Sam kissed me passionately, looking into eyes and holding my face in his hands in an attempt to keep the nerves at bay. He continued to kiss me and then moved down to caress and suck on my tits as I felt Kyle gently touching my neck and stroking my side. With a little cue from Sam, I rolled my head toward Kyle and kissed him. His kiss was so much different than Sam's that I was shocked at first, but I continued to kiss him while reaching for Sam's cock to remind myself he was there watching and everything was as it should be. When I finally looked at Sam I noticed he was looking down at me and smiling, his eyes asking me if I was OK and I nodded to him in answer. Sam moved up to kneel next to my face and I rolled my head toward him and took his cock in my mouth again. As I sucked on Sam's cock, I felt Kyle's hands moving down my body to my very wet slit. I felt him exploring and caressing as I continued to stroke and suck on Sam's cock, watching Sam as he watched Kyle explore me. Then, to my surprise, I felt Kyle moving down the bed and between my legs. Sam had been the only man who had ever given me head and I had to make a conscious decision to open my legs and let Kyle move between them to take my clit in his mouth. I was so unprepared for this that I almost jumped out of my skin, but what Kyle was doing to me felt so very good I didn't move; except to open my legs wider and to cum and shake in waves. I could feel Kyle's tongue circling my clit and sliding down to enter my hole, probing the depths and returning to my clit. As I came I looked up at Sam who ran his fingers through my hair and gently stroked my face and kissed me to let me know he was enjoying, all the time nodding to me and smiling, his way of asking if I was OK. I couldn't talk; all I could do was smile and nod. As Sam sat up on his knees again, I again took his cock in my mouth as I knew that he really enjoyed it when I came with his cock in my mouth. As I circled the head with my tongue I noticed that his cock was exceptionally hard and that it had been leaking from the sight of Kyle eating my pussy. I tasted his pre-cum, wanting more than anything to have my mouth filled with that taste. Just then, I began to cum in waves of orgasms. As I would orgasm, I would keep Sam's hard cock in my mouth and all I could do was suck. Then as the orgasm would fade I would begin stroking his cock again with my hand and my lips. Sam would look down and watch Kyle as he skillfully brought me to orgasm with his oral skills and then he would look at me again with a look of pure enjoyment in his face. Sam was getting his fantasy; he was watching someone else making me cum. And I wasn't making out very badly myself. Finally, Kyle moved up toward my head to give me a breather. We lay on the bed for a few minutes, catching our breath and making small talk. It was not lost on me, nor on Sam, that I was comfortable, laying there naked between two men, two men whose sole intent for the day was to pleasure me. Wow, what a world I was living in. And I realized that Sam's next wish had been met, I was already rewriting the bad memories of the past when I had lay across those two teenage guys, embarrassed as they talked about how the truck smelled like pussy. I felt Kyle running his hands gently along my side and I turned to him to kiss and caress his arms and chest. As I did, I felt Sam move down to take his position between my legs and he licked and sucked me until I was screaming. Sam took my clit in his mouth and teased it with his tongue and his teeth, he pumped his fingers in and out of my pussy and my ass making me lose all control of myself. He would alternate between licking and sucking on my clit and pushing his chin against my pussy as he stroked his fingers in my ass, and pumping his fingers in my pussy as he spread the hood of my clit making it stand all alone. All I could do was lay back and scream in ecstasy. As I moaned and came, I looked up to see Kyle watching me and rubbing my face and arm gently, enjoying watching me feel such pleasure. I couldn't help but giggle inside as I sang to myself "Anything you can do, I can do better....I can do anything better than you...." It was very obvious to the three of us in that room, that Sam knew exactly how to please me. The Awakening Ch. 03 Chapter 3, Experimentation Begins. When Matt arrived home around 7pm, Jen was in the kitchen finishing up with the crock pot dinner she had prepared for them. He gave her the obligatory kiss on the cheek and went to change out of his work clothes. Jen had just finished setting the table when Matt came into the den. "How was work, hon?" Jen asked. "Not bad," Matt responded. "I had a pretty good day." "I had a pretty good day, too." Jen said. "I even found something interesting." "Oh, yeah?" Matt asked, not really paying attention to how she said it. "What's that?" Jen pulled the DVD out of the drawer where she had placed it and held it up. "It seems that somebody has been hiding something in the desk." Matt blanched. Busted! He was so embarrassed that he blushed and stared for a full 20 seconds before he said anything. "Uh, Jen... well, you see... Jim asked me to keep it because his wife didn't like having it in the house." He finished the last part quickly once he settled on an appropriate answer. Jen stared at him. She raised an eyebrow and looked at him, her body language letting him know that she knew that was a lie. Matt sat down. "Okay, that's not true. Look, I've never lied to you and I shouldn't start now. I saw it over at Jim's during the poker party a couple of weeks ago and I asked if I could borrow it." "So does this stuff turn you on?" "Uh... yeah, I guess." "No." Jen said flatly, pushing Matt to commit to an answer. "There's no guessing about this. It's a yes or no question. Does this sort of thing turn you on or not?" "Yes, it does... a lot." Jim admitted sheepishly. Jen's look softened. They had always told each other everything. This was the first time something was hidden from her. "Why did you hide it? Did you think I would be mad?" "Not mad. Shocked maybe... or disappointed." Matt said with resignation. He was afraid she was going to call him a pervert. They had never talked about this kind of sex, experienced it, or, as far as he knew about her, seen it anywhere. "Honey," Jen came over and put her hand on his shoulder and looked down directly at Matt; she wanted to make direct eye contact. "I'm not shocked. I think everyone is a little curious about this stuff. I'm not unaware that this sort of thing goes on and that some people are turned on by it. I'm just surprised that you felt you had to hide it from me. Have I ever given the impression that we couldn't talk about anything?" "No, you haven't. I guess I was just a little embarrassed because I got so turned on by it." Jen sat down next to him. "I watched some of it." she admitted. "And I have to admit that I was a little turned on, too. Do you want to watch some of it together?" She knew he would answer yes, and her body was already feeling a temperature rise in anticipation of what was to come (cum!). Matt's face jerked up quickly. "Really? You weren't disgusted by it? I always thought that kind of thing was a little weird, but watching it really turned me on. Do you want to watch it now?" Jen smiled. She was hoping he'd say that, feeling herself getting warm from the thought of watching and fucking Matt at the same time. "We can wait on dinner. Let's watch it a little." Jen stood up, went to the DVD player, popped it in, and then came and sat back down with Matt. He had the remote ready and turned on the TV and started the DVD. The movie started from the beginning, so Jen asked Matt "Have you seen the whole thing?" "No." said Matt. "I only got through most of the first scene." He tried to sound normal, but just from the anticipation and seeing the scene start, his dick was getting hard. "Fast forward to that point." said Jen. "We can start watching from there." Matt ran it to the point where the brunette was fucking the blonde in the ass. They started watching again. Matt was already as hard as he could be. "I think it's interesting that men like to see one woman fucking another, don't you?" Jen asked Matt. Matt, without taking his eyes off the screen, said "I'm not surprised. You get to see two beautiful women at the same time and one is doing exactly what men would like to do, fuck the other one. Men have always been turned on by seeing more than one woman having sex." Jen could feel her pussy getting wet. She was trying to figure out if it was just the idea of sex, if she enjoyed seeing one woman fuck another, if it was the ass-fucking, or if it was the domination. Or maybe it was all of them. "Yes, it is pretty hot, I guess." And she stared as the blonde had a very vocal orgasm and was made to turn around and suck the fake cock. Just after that was when the man came over to make the woman suck on his cock as well. Matt was also watching closely. He had not seen this part before. He watched as the man pulled out and shot several large spurts onto the woman's face. He reached down to adjust his dick without thinking about it. "Hmmm." said Jen. "I see someone is turned on enough to have a hard on." She reached over and put her hand on it. "Maybe you want to do that?" she asked, referring to the screen. "Really?" Matt asked. "Cum on your face? That's something we've never done before." Jen stood up and took off all her clothes, ensuring Matt would not get soft. She just turned 22 and was no longer playing soccer, but Matt thought she was even more beautiful than in high school. She had put on about 10 pounds since then and it made her hips and tits fill out a little more. She was almost a C-cup now and her hips were fantastic. She still had the most fantastic ass. Jen then got on her knees and crawled over the last couple of feet after undressing and looked up at Matt and said in a playful and attempted submissive way, "Master, may I suck your cock 'til you cum on my face?" Matt groaned. She was playing it up. He repeated it back to her, loving the way it sounded. "Yes, my dear, you may suck my cock until I cum on your face." Matt rose up and Jen quickly skinned his pants and boxers to his ankles. He sat back down and slouched down a little so that she had better access to his cock. He could see the look in Jen's eyes when she saw how hard his dick was... it was pure lust. She slowly lowered her head and ran her tongue around the head, making Matt groan some more. "Does Master want to cum fast or slow?" Jen asked demurely. Matt smiled. He decided that he was going to milk this for all it was worth. He looked down at her and said "Just do what I tell you, my little cocksucker. I'll cum when I want." Jen smiled. She liked this game. Matt picked up his dick and took it out of her hand. He pulled it back. "Lick my balls!" he commanded. Jen complied, raking her tongue over his balls. She licked for a couple of minutes, pushing the balls around, completing soaking his crotch, until Matt pushed her back onto her haunches and stood up. He aimed his dick at her mouth and said "Okay, don't suck it, just lick it and rub it all over your face." Jen complied. She licked down one side, letting the right side of his dick rub along her cheek. She took his dickhead and rubbed it all over her face, getting her face wet with precum. Matt groaned and said "Oh, my little facial-loving cum slut, suck it hard now." Jen grabbed his dick and shoved it into her mouth, swirling her tongue around his mushroom head. She was amazed at how turned on she was by this episode and ran her fingers over her rapidly soaking pussy. She had never even considered this, and wasn't normally a submissive person, but she loved this game they were playing. She sucked hard and shoved it deep enough to almost gag. Matt was not overly large, only about 6-1/2 to 7 inches, but it was perfect for her. She was sucking and Matt was moaning. He started thrusting, giving her the idea that it was getting close. She could feel him start to tense. Then he grabbed his dick away from her and yanked it out. Jen sat back on her heels, closed her eyes a little, and opened her mouth like a baby bird. "Oh, fuck, I'm going to cum on your face!" he yelled. "Yes, Master!" Jen continued the game. "Cum on my face!" Matt's first spurt hit her over the left eye, leaving a trail from her hairline to her mouth. She rose up a little to get more in her mouth. The second and third spurts went directly into her mouth and Jen pushed it up so that it dribbled out onto her chin, just like she had seen in the movie. Matt, however, wasn't done. He spurted three more times, though not as strongly, Jen moving her face around so that it went all over her cheeks. "Holy fuck!" Matt exclaimed. "That was fantastic!" He looked down at his beautiful wife. She was still sitting there, her face covered in his jizz, looking as beautiful as he had ever seen her. He didn't realize how enjoyable this was. "Don't move and don't wipe that off!" he said, leaving Jen sitting there on the floor, naked and covered in cum, some of which was dripping down onto her tits. Matt came back with their digital camera ready to take some pictures. "Whoa, just a damn minute...." Jen started to say. "Just sit there like the beautiful cum-soaked, cock-sucking slut you are." Matt said. Jen closed her mouth. That was interesting. "Why did I like that?" she thought. The flash of the camera brought her back to the present. "Oh my God," Matt said after a few photos. "You are so fucking hot in these pictures! Now, I'm going to take some pictures of you wiping it off your face and licking your fingers. I want you to do it slowly and get it all, even off your tits." "Yes, Master" was all Jen could say. She was getting hotter and enjoying the picture taking. She started running her fingers over her face and pushing his cum into her mouth; Matt snapping pictures every couple of seconds. She even scooped it up off her tits and sucked her fingers, making a big production out of it. Finally, it was pretty well cleaned up and she looked at Matt's dick. It was hard again. Wow! He was usually good for a second time, but never this quickly! She started to get up and Matt stopped her. "Where are you going, slave?" he smiled. "I need to check on dinner." Jen said, but not moving off the floor. "Put your hand in your pussy and tell me how wet you are." She stuck her hand down there, inserted not one, but two fingers because she was so fucking horny, and then brought it up to show Matt. "Very wet, Master." "Suck it off your fingers" he commanded. She was actually hoping for this. Ever since that scene in the movie, she had been thinking about tasting herself again. "Mmmm, good." she said, smiling for him. "You made my dick hard again, bitch. What are we going to do about that?" "Whatever Master desires." Jen answered. Wondering how far they would each take it. "Assume the same position as that blonde in the movie." Jen shivered in anticipation as she got on all fours and put her head on the floor. They had had sex doggie position before, but she was so turned on she was afraid that she would explode as soon as he touched her pussy. Matt stared at his wife's gorgeous ass, her asshole and very wet pussy rudely on display. This was fucking fantastic. He couldn't wait to try some other things, now that he was getting a taste of it. He snapped some pictures and Jen seemed to rotate her hips to ensure that the maximum amount of her crotch was visible. Matt got down on the floor and leaned forward, just barely flicking his tongue over her asshole. She jerked at the touch. He had never tongued her ass before, but he was so turned on he wanted to try everything now. "Pull your ass cheeks apart, slut." he said. Jen did and he started lapping up her pussy juices and running his tongue up over her asshole. It was hot and pink and he decided that he wanted to start training it to take his dick. He ran his tongue around her ass and then tried to make it hard and shove it into her ass. Jen moaned loudly and pushed her ass back against his probing. Finally, Matt just wanted to fuck her and cum again, so he got on his knees and pointed his cock at her pussy. It went in easily. He started stroking at a pretty good rhythm and Jen was moaning loudly. "Do you like being fucked hard like this, my little slave girl?" "Oh god... yes, Master... I love it." she said between his thrusts. Matt took his index finger and gathered some of the copious amount of pussy juice that was around his dick. She was soaking! He put his finger against her asshole and she didn't move. He slowly pushed on it, trying to get a little more as he did each thrust into her cunt. It was going in and Jen just kept moaning. Matt was amazed and now so turned on that he knew he was going to cum again pretty quickly. He wondered about Jen, but she suddenly yelled "I'm... c-c-cumming... ugh... ugh.. oh, fuck, Master, harder!" Matt took his finger out of her ass, grabbed her hips and started pounding her as hard as he could. He could feel her suddenly shudder and shake and jerk a little and it was enough for him, too. He came in long spurts... thrust, hold and spurt... thrust, hold, and spurt... until he had done it about six times and finally he felt sated. Matt slowly withdrew his flagging cock and sat back on the floor. Jen stayed there, her very pink asshole and completely cum-soaked pussy on display. He stared at it. Hmmm. Let's see how far she would take this. "Don't move yet." Matt commanded. He grabbed the camera and took some close-ups of her cum-filled pussy. Jen reached back and spread her lips a little more so that the cum was more visible and he snapped some more. God she was so fucking hot! "Okay. Roll over on your back, pull your legs back to your chest and grab some of our cum from your pussy and eat it." Jen immediately rolled over and obeyed. Matt snapped pictures of her feeding herself some of the cum from her pussy. All he could think of was how hot she was in this position! They had never done this before and the entire episode was so hot he figured he was going to get hard again just watching her. For Jen, it was just as hot. She had had a tremendous orgasm and had really enjoyed the way Matt had reacted. He had been so turned on he had gotten hard again in minutes and fucked her good. Now he was practically drooling over her dripping pussy, watching her slurp up their mixed cum from her fingers as she ran them through her gash and placed them up to her mouth. And this was making her so hot again, that she finally started rubbing her clit and pinching her nipples. She could see Matt's eyes widen and a smile come across his face. "Keep that up." said Matt. "You are so fucking hot when you do that. I've never seen you look so fucking slutty and dirty. You look like you can't get enough sex." "I can't right now." Jen said. "I need to cum again, Master." She continued using Master, knowing that she might get one more rise out of Matt. She was right. She did. And they fucked missionary until they both came again. Coming next: Chapter 4. Expanding Horizons. The Awakening Ch. 03 Part Three - The Cost of Doing Business The woman is slim. Mauve satin blouse, navy-blue skirt, black high-heeled pumps. The hem of her skirt teases the backs of her knees. Taupe stockings with black seams. She's attractive; heavily madeup and her black bob is obviously a wig but of good quality. She falls to her knees and smiles. A faceless man approaches; his fly is undone and an enormous erection pokes out of his trousers. Her hand snakes out and she caresses the pulsing manhood quivering only inches from her face. As her fingers encircle the phallus I notice her fingernails are painted ruby red. She leans forward and engulfs the proffered organ with her mouth; her lipstick matches her nailpolish. I wake up with a start; I'm sweating and sporting an erection. The dream is still vivid in my memory and I lie there thinking about it. Is it a dream or a repressed memory? The woman in my dream is me. I know that. Even though I am a middle-aged man in my early forties named Michael Nyland. The woman in my dreams is named Michele Nylons and she is an attractive, sexy, middle-aged transvestite. And; as I just stated; she is me! "Mike?" My restlessness has woken Nadine, my wife. "MMMMmmm! Is that for me?" her hand slides under the covers and gently squeezes my erect penis. She is still dressed in sheer crotchless pantyhose and the satin baby-doll pajamas that I coaxed her into wearing to bed so we could make love. She still wears the makeup I need her to wear to fulfil my fantasies and it has smeared and her eyes are panda-like because of her smudged mascara and eyeliner. For some inexplicable reason it makes her look even sexier. The high-heeled sandals she wore during our lovemaking lie discarded on the floor beside the bed. Nadine was so exhausted after our session that all she could do was kick off her heels and crawl into my arms and fall asleep. We both have work in the morning after all. I'm surprised that she is not too tired and sore to want any more sex but her hand is coaxing my erection to full tumescence. She rolls over and snuggles up beside me; placing a nylon-clad thigh over my torso, seductively rubbing it on my sensitive skin. Her hand continues to caress my manhood. "Quickie?" she smiles at me in the dark and then kisses me. Her breath tastes of red wine, which we drank during our lovemaking, and sleep. Her body reeks of stale sex and perfume. She is still sexy as hell, even with her smudged makeup, stale breath and her bruised and semen-clotted vagina. I roll her on her back and my tongue slides into her mouth at the same time as my erection slides into her buttery cunt. Her legs instinctively ride up and pantyhosed thighs caress my flanks as I begin to fuck her with long deep strokes. There is no need for foreplay; her vagina is still soggy with a coagulation of semen and vaginal juices and my hardon is rock-hard from my dream. "MMMMmmm! Come on; do me Mike! Make me come!" she whispers in my ear and then bites the lobe as an added incentive. I drive myself deep inside my wife and then begin to jackhammer my cock in and out of her; she responds by rising to meet my thrusts and rubbing her legs on my body, spurring me on. He cunt is wet now; not from our previous lovemaking, but from fresh vaginal juices. She is moaning, her tongue working its magic in my mouth. We climax together; grinding. Our bodies locked groin to groin, our pubic bones clash with the dull pleasurable pain that only intense sex seems to illicit. Nadine rakes my back with her fingernails while her feet drum on my body coaxing me to empty my seed deep inside her. I feel her vagina quiver and squeeze my ejaculating penis, as it only does when she is experiencing the most intense of orgasms. We lie locked together like two dogs tied by the knot until both of us are sated. I feel runnels of semen and cunny juices flooding from Nadine's puffy vagina; they soak into her pantyhose. Eventually Nadine extricates herself from underneath me. She kicks off her pantyhose and throws them on the floor. She rummages around in the bedclothes and eventually finds her panties; she pulls them up her legs and scrunches then around her ample ass without any pretence of behaving ladylike. She rolls over and kisses me and as she does she cunny-farts. She smiles at me in the dark. "Oops!" she giggles. "It's your fault anyway. God my cunt is sore!" she pecks my cheek and turns her back to me, spooning, she pushes her behind into my groin but she is sweetly snoring in seconds. What Nadine doesn't know; or need to know; is that when I climaxed I was thinking about the woman in my dream engulfing the erect penis of a stranger. I was thinking that I was that woman. Don't get me wrong; I love my wife and I love making love to her. Our sex life has never been so good; well not since I came out of my coma; I don't really know what it was like before that but Nadine tells me it's currently the best it's ever been so I believe her. The fact that I only get aroused when she wears lingerie, high heels, makeup and perfume, sexy skirts, dresses and blouses, does not inhibit our lovemaking. Nadine has been well aware of my fetish for years now she tells me. She knows my peccadillos and, other than the inconvenience of having to dress and make herself up; it actually works to her advantage. If she wants sex; voilã, all she has to do is dress accordingly. And she has admitted that since I came out of my coma our lovemaking has increased both in frequency and intensity and that she is more than satisfied. What she doesn't know is that I own nearly as much sexy lingerie, and as many skirts, blouses, high-heels and as much makeup as she does. Or that I regularly meet another transvestite by name of Vanessa at the Southside Inn and dress up in said accoutrements and have what we call transbian sex. That's transvestite-on-transvestite sex for the uninitiated. And I have to admit that until a few weeks ago I was the uninitiated! Apparently before my accident, about four months ago now, I was quite a regular participant in the underground transvestite scene. Then I had my accident and was in a coma for three months and when I regained consciousness I had lost certain parts of my memory; memories mainly regarding my sexual peccadillos. I discovered the truth about my crossdressing past and then contacted Vanessa who has been leading me through the magical world of crossdressing and transvestism, which I find fascinating and extremely sexually rewarding. We have met three times now at the Southside Inn but I can tell Vanessa is getting a little impatient with me. She wants me to experience a transvestite party where I can explore sex with other transvestites and admirers (who I now know are men that - well they admire transvestites) but I'm too scared to move beyond my intense foreplay and fellatio sessions with Vanessa. She tells me I used to be quite the slut! More than happy to gang-bang away the night with all comers (pardon the pun). But I'm reticent now. I like what I have with Vanessa; it's sexy, sensual, discreet and mutually enjoyable. And I have to admit I'm scared of the thought of having sex with a man. Very scared! Sure in my dreams I am more than happy to swallow the load of some faceless admirer but I just can't bring myself to reconcile to the idea in real life. Wouldn't that make me a homo? Not that dressing like a girl and sucking my new friend Vanessa's cock while he is dressed as a girl is in any way homo! Is it? The easiest way to deal with the situation is to just not to deal with it; to let Vanessa try to cajole me into attending a tranny party whilst still enjoying the fruits of her company. It's been working for a while now so why disturb the status quo? These are the thoughts that clatter around my brain as I fall asleep cuddling my wife. Little do I know that my life as Michele is about to change and that I will have very little control over the circumstances of that change. The next evening I'm in my study with the Sony notepad open and my 'Michele mobile' on charge. I'm hoping for an email or text from Vanessa to organise our next meeting. I open my hotmail account and among the junk emails that my junk mail filter has failed to auto-delete is an email from Johns PC Sales and Repairs. I am about to delete it when I figure I better open it. John was the guy who unlocked my Sony notebook when I discovered it a few weeks ago after coming out of my coma, but I couldn't remember the password. I remember John carried on a little weird and kept going on about being into 'the scene' which I didn't understand. I now presume he meant the crossdressing and transvestite scene; not to subtly letting me know that he is an admirer. He must have seen some of the hidden files on my notepad, which fills me with a little trepidation but I open the email anyway. It might just be a warranty issue or maybe he put me on his adverting mailing list. The email reads: 'Michele, You must remember me from when I cracked open your laptop for you. I must say I found the contents of the MN folder very interesting, exciting, and very much to my taste. If you are interested in meeting an avid admirer I would love to meet you. xxx John' Fuck! Now I have this guy pressuring me as well as Vanessa! Well I'm not going to be coaxed into doing something I don't want to. I draft a reply and send it: 'John, I don't understand what the fuck you are talking about! I don't know any Michele or know of any hidden MN folder and can't understand why you would be an 'avid admirer' of a salesman who works for a mediocre publishing house! Mike' As soon as I've sent the reply I realise my mistake. If I don't know anything about Michele and the MN folder; how come I'm logged into Michele's msn email account? "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" I rant. "You must be really horny or very angry," Nadine calls from the other room; the satire in her voice evident. "Shall I break out my high-heels and stockings or a bottle of scotch?" she chuckles, leaning against the doorjamb of my study. She's not long home from work and is wearing a grey business suit, tan hosiery, black high-heels and full makeup. She crosses her ankles knowing she looks sexy as hell. "Break out the scotch; I'll take you as you come," I slam down the lid on my notebook and leap up from behind my desk; my erection is tenting the front of my trousers. Nadine makes a show of running away from me but she is giggling. She falls on the couch in the lounge room and her skirt rides up exposing her luscious, silken-clad thighs. She makes no attempt to pull her skirt down. "If you fuck up this suit Mike you're paying for the dry cleaning! And this will be the third pair of expensive pantyhose you've ruined this month!" she whines, but I can tell she wants it as much as I do. I'm in the office the next day when my world is turned upside down. I receive another email from John the PC guy but this time it has been delivered to my work account. This is very disturbing! Is this guy some sort of stalker? Only one way to find out! I look around the office to ensure no one can see my work station and open the email. 'Michele honey, Why are you playing so hard to get? I know who you are and what you do, and even who you do it with. See attached files. xxx John PS. It only takes a click of my mouse and the attachments can be sent your wife's work and home email accounts and also all of your work colleague's accounts. You do look stunning and quite unrecognisable as Michele but once I tell them that Michele is really Michael under all that makeup and the wig; I'm sure they'll join the dots. As Dave Edmunds is want to sing: "There are some things you can't cover up with lipstick and powder"...' I become very pale and I think I'm going to faint. I begin to tremble and I can't control my breathing. With extreme trepidation I open the attached folder. It comes to me as no surprise that the folder contains a number of pictures of Ms Michele Nylons (AKA Michael Nyland in drag) dressed in her whorish best; some of them with her sporting a rather large erection. You wouldn't know it was me. That is to say you wouldn't know it was me unless someone told you it was, and then you would look very hard and determine that indeed it was me! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Before I have time to panic another email arrives from the same address. 'Michele, I know you have just opened my previous email (god its good being a computer-nerd sometimes; cloning, phisting and tracking cookies are my stock in trade) so you know what I have on you. I also have your entire email address book from this PC and I have been monitoring the Sony notepad that you use at home. I know you have been active with Vanessa (another girl I'd like to meet but let's not digress for the moment) at the Southside Inn and that will suit me just fine. Be there tonight at 8:00pm, make some excuse to Nadine I don't care what, but just be there! Be dressed; I don't want to meet Mike. I now your cell phone number so I'll call you at eight and you will give me the room number. Let's just call this the cost of doing business! It's that simple Michele! Don't fuck this up! Just remember: one click and everyone knows your secret! Kisses, John PS. Can't wait!!!!!!!!' Needless to say I spend the rest of the day fretting. I try to contact Vanessa on her mobile phone but it is turned off and I am too scared to email her because I knew John is monitoring my email. It eventually becomes obvious to me that the only way to deal with this mess is to meet this asshole. The hold he has over me is particularly ironic, as I have only really just started crossdressing. Blackmailing bastard! I am too worried to work so I make an excuse and go home. Being not long out of a coma has its advantages; if I say I feel sick, them I am immediately allowed as much sick leave as I need. I ruminate on the problem for a long time while watching the minutes and hours slowly tick away. Then it comes to me! Fight fire with fire! If I set up a camera and microphone in the hotel room I can get the necessary material I need to blackmail him back. In the first instance I will have footage of him meeting a transvestite in a hotel room and secondly I can secretly get video and audio of him admitting that he is blackmailing me. This seems to be the best plan. Lure him into a false sense security and let him think he is in control then turn the tables on him! It's only 3:00pm when I enter the internet café and log onto the net. I stay well away from my Michele Nylons msn account and Google John's PC Sales and Repairs and go to his businesses homepage. It doesn't take me long to find out that my nemesis is in fact John Steele, the owner and manager of John's PC Sales and Repairs. A few searches later and I've found his Facebook wall. Fuck I love how people are prepared to tell you all about themselves on the Internet. The irony is not lost on me that John used cyber tools in order to get the information from my computer and my TVChix page that he needed to blackmail me. I find out that he is forty-four and married with two grown kids. That's all I need really to blackmail him back; the fact that I will expose him to his family as a transvestite admirer and or to the police as a blackmailer. Satisfied that I have what I need for now I print the information I need and head home, stopping on the way at a computer hardware store (needless to say not John's) to get the other items I need to make my scheme work. I fill my small suitcase with the things I will need and head off to the Southside Inn and get a room. I've text' Nadine that I'm working late and then going for drinks with the boys so I will be home late; incongruously the same excuse I have been using to cover my meets with Vanessa. Another thing that bothers me is that John specifically used Nadine's name in his email; but now I know the name of his wife! I've tried to fill the suitcase with the least revealing and un-sexy items out of my extensive collection but I need to keep in mind that for my counter-blackmail to be effective; it must look like he is meeting me in flagrante delicto. I open the case and arrange clothes, underwear, shoes, makeup and wig, ready for me to wear. But first I need to make sure the other essential items that I need for tonight are going to function correctly. I open my notepad and insert a small wifi receiver into one of the USB ports and install and open a program that comes with the hardware I have just purchased. I take a small remotely controlled video camera and directional microphone device that is roughly the same shape and size as a tube of lipstick and turn it on. On the screen of my little PC the hotel room comes into sharp focus. I say a few words and note that they are being recorded on the audio monitor and then play back the little sequence. Perfect! My plan should work! Now where to hide it? I look at my watch and notice that time is running out. After a few minutes of trial and error I have the camera hidden away between a couple of magazines on a corner table. After another couple of minutes remotely adjusting the field of view to take in the whole room I hide the notebook under the bed, ensuring it is still receiving and recording data from the camera. I shower and change and am ready to receive my unwelcome guest at 7:30pm. I take a half-bottle of Shiraz from the minibar, I hate the way hotels and airlines think they have the right to charge you double the price for inferior drinks, but I pour myself a glass anyway. My lipstick leaves a red imprint of my lips on the glass. I have selected a charcoal-grey business suit, the most demure of Michele's ensembles, and a cerise satin blouse. Underneath I'm wearing a red satin and lace bra and matching full-cut panties. I'm wearing taupe, sheer-to-the-waist pantyhose; no need for stockings and suspenders tonight as I won't be undressing. I've chosen patent leather black high-heeled pumps, and I am wearing my usual extravagant amount of makeup. I've accessorised myself with jet-black, shoulder-length wig, silver jewellery, and a few perfunctory squirts of Poison, my favourite perfume. I look attractive rather than seductive. I'm happy with the look; sort of overdone businesswoman; you know the type, the forty-year-old professional who is trying too hard to look young. I sip my wine and watch the bedside digital clock count down. As it clicks over to 8:00pm exactly, my cell-phone rings. I answer it. "Room 217," is all I say. I quickly pull the notepad computer from under the bed and click 'record' on the open program and slide it back into place. I check myself out in the mirror and brush a few stray hairs back in place and touch up my lipstick. As I drain the last of the wine from the bottle into my glass I notice my hand is shaking. I'd probably be sweating too but I've cranked up the air conditioning. There is a single knock on the door and I nearly drop my glass. I take a quick gulp of wine and walk over to the door; I want John to see me holding a glass of wine and looking casual; I want him to think he does not intimidate me. I look through the peephole. It's him. The asshole is even wearing his work polo; the company logo and his name embroidered above the breast pocket. I open the door and he quickly brushes past me into the room. He's obviously not keen to be seen here; which gives me more confidence in my plan. I close the door and turn around to face him. We both look each other over. John is looking all of his fort-four years. He's average height and build with a little potbelly just starting to show. He is not unattractive I suppose; dressed in tan chinos, polo, and suede work shoes. His hair is starting to recede. The Awakening Ch. 03 He's taking me in, taking his time to look me up and down. He breaks into a smile. "Mag fucking nificent!" he grins stupidly. I'm very much aware that we are being filmed and that I need to trap him as soon as possible so that we can end this charade and I can get my life back on track. "What does that mean?" I ask. "You Michele. You look magnificent. Even more sexier and beautiful that look in your pictures," he replies. Haha! He is falling into my trap. "What pictures?" I ask. "What the fuck is this? Twenty questions? Jeopardy? You know what fucking pictures!" he's getting a little angry. I take a sip of wine trying to look composed. "Look; you know why we're here so stop being so bloody coy!" he growls. He's looking at me very intensely now and alarmingly I notice he has a full-blown erection bulging the front of his pants. It's time to turn this conversation around and get this guy admitting to blackmail so I can bring this farce to a close. "We're here because you blackmailed me into being here aren't we?" I smile sarcastically at him. I am totally unprepared for what happens next. For a soft looking forty-four year-old John is extremely agile. Before I even realise what is happening he leaps across the room and pounces on me. I'm caught totally unaware as he tackles me and throws me down on the bed. My wineglass goes flying but that is the least of my worries. John is astride me and I am lying prone on the bed with my skirt riding up high on my thighs. "We're here because of the pictures I saw of you on your computer and on your webpage. I know you're active in the tranny scene; you've been meeting with Vanessa but you didn't want to meet with me. Well now we are meeting!" he snarls. Then he lowers his face to mine and tries to kiss me. I'm struggling and wriggling on the bed but he's astride me and I have to admit he is stronger than I am. I realise I won't be able to stop him kissing me without suffering some sort of physical discomfort but I also realise that my camera is filming us and this will support my allegations that he is blackmailing me. It will prove to whomever I need to that this man is a transvestite admirer and a blackmailer. I stop struggling and let him kiss me. He slides his tongue into my mouth and kisses me passionately. I am forced to admit that it is quite exciting to know that I can get a man worked up like this. As I am no longer struggling he stops holding me down. He slides his legs along the bed so he is lying on top of me; he's still kissing me while he does this and I have to admit it feels pretty good. Instinctively I respond; I kiss him back and put my arms around him, pulling him to me. As well as feeling pretty good this will look good on video. "MMMMmmmm, Michele you feel and smell so wonderful; I've wanted to do this for so long honey," he sighs and kisses me again. He strokes my face as we continue to kiss and cuddle. I figure I'll let him make out with me for a while and then drop the bomb and tell him I've got it all on video. I can feel his hard cock through his pants and the material of my skirt. It's like an iron bar and he's pushing it against my body as we kiss. Again I am impressed that I can so affect a man. John slides a hand down my body and begins to stroke my legs; his ministrations are quiet sensual and over the panting and groaning and I can hear the rasp of his fingertips on my pantyhose. He strokes my thighs and little sparks of delight run up my legs to my groin; I'm becoming tumescent. "MMMMmmmm, nice," I whimper. I'll coax him on a little more; it will give me more evidence to blackmail him. He's thrusting his body against me harder now and his kisses are becoming more passionate, his fingers are raking my thighs and I can tell he is extremely excited. He lifts himself off me briefly and I'm a little disappointed that he has stopped kissing me but then I hear the unmistakeable sound of a fly being unzipped and a belt buckle being loosened. I am about to object when John lowers his face back to mine and starts kissing me again; I can feel his cock through my skirt as he humps me. As long he is just dry humping me I'll let him carry on what he's doing. It does feel nice and I feel quite feminine lying under a man who is taking great pleasure from kissing and fondling me. My thighs are tingling from his continued caresses and my own cock is hard inside my pantyhose gusset. As John dry humps me he is unknowingly rubbing my satin panties against the nylon gusset of my pantyhose and the sensations on my prick are unbelievably arousing. I'm kissing him quiet arduously now; my own tongue sliding around his mouth, my arms locked around him pulling him to me as I lift my body to meet his thrusts. I suppose that he is leaving silvery trails of pre-cum on my skirt and the thought adds to my excitement. I decide I will let him come on me and I can come in my panties without him knowing. Then; after he has finished ravishing me, I can counter-blackmail him. Suddenly his hands stop raking my thighs and I feel them at my skirt. He's trying to hike it up further and I try to stop him. We struggle against each other, he trying to ruck up my skirt up my waist and me trying to push it down. What's bizarre is that we keep kissing and humping. The room is filled with our moans and sighs. Eventually he wins out and he succeeds in hiking my skirt up and he immediately pushes his groin against mine so that his hard throbbing penis is rubbing against the front of my panties. It feels so hard and warm against me. Then his erect phallus finds mine and he pushes his naked cock against my panty-clad member and starts to slowly massage our appendages together. "Now that's what I'm talking about," he groans and lowers his face to mine. It feels so good that I lift my legs up and wrap them around him to pull him closer. The feel of his steel-hard cock rubbing against mine through the layers of panty and nylon is exquisite! I'm close to coming and we are both rutting at each other with vehemence. "Oh Michele you are so beautiful and this feels so magnificent honey. I knew I would get you to like me if you gave me a chance," he looks deeply into my eyes as he humps away at me. I'm both flattered and enraged. I'm flattered that he finds me so sexy and beautiful; and lying here underneath him dressed in lingerie, skirt, blouse, heels and makeup I must admit it feels very feminine and sexy. But I'm enraged that he thinks that a little kissing and cuddling has made me change my mind about him and his coercive ways. "Well this does feel good honey but it's a shame you had to blackmail me into me letting you dry-hump me," I smile up at him and then pull his lips to mine. His shirt has come loose and free of his pants and I rub my nyloned legs on his flanks, knowing that he will love it as I love it when Nadine and Vanessa do it to me. Suddenly John breaks the kiss and stops humping me. "Blackmail you into letting me dry hump you Michele?" he says. "Nah. I'm not blackmailing you into dry humping me. I'm blackmailing you into letting me fuck you!" he hisses. John moves quickly again and before I can stop him he slides his cock under the leg opening of my panties and his cock comes into contact with my pantyhose-sheathed appendage. I struggle and try to push him off me but John hangs on and probes at my groin with his hard phallus. I drum my heels on his back and push at his shoulders to try to dismount him. "Get off me you fuck!" I shriek. "Bullshit! You like it," he whispers in my ear as his cock slides sensuously against mine. "Ok; but you are not going to fuck me buster," I smile up at him, enjoying the sensations and thinking the threat of being penetrated has passed. We continue to kiss and fondle each other, John's hands stroke my pantyhosed legs rubbing them from knee to gusset and back again. "MMMMmmm, that's nice," I moan. I become worried again when John takes my hand and leads it between our bodies and pushes it inside my panties. It's obvious what he wants I reluctantly take his hard cock in my hand. It actually feels quite erotic; the velvety flesh of his glans contrasts with the sleek, veiny hardness of his shaft. I rub my thumb over the eye and feel a bead of pre-seminal fluid seep from it. John groans and I slowly squeeze his manhood and begin to stroke it. It's not only pleasurable; it's also empowering, having this man virtually eating from my hand simply by wanking his crank and rubbing my nylon-shrouded legs on his body. Of course the irony is that I respond the same when my wife does the same to me. But feeling it from the feminine perspective is for more intense; it's even more intense than the transbian sex I've been having with Vanessa. John is no longer stimulating my penis, which is better for me in a way. I can concentrate on pleasuring him and bringing the evening to an end. I'm kissing him arduously, working my legs and body against his now shirt-less torso and slowly masturbating him to climax. I must be doing a good job because he is grunting and writhing on top of me whist fucking my hand and kissing me so hard that our teeth occasionally crack together. John pushes my hand away from his penis and lowers his groin to mine again; rubbing his hard cock on my semi-erect member. My cock hardens quickly as his erection rubs against my pantyhose-sheathed penis. He seems to be close to climax, he's panting into my mouth and he impatiently pulls at my panties so they don't interfere with our cock-on-cock humping. I lower my legs from his body so he can pull my panties down; which he does quite violently, leaving them dangling from my left ankle as he slides his arms under my knees and lifts my legs up high. He lowers his cock back onto mine and I lock my ankles behind his back as he frantically humps me, frotting away with vigour. The gusset of my pantyhose is soaked with our pre-seminal fluid and I'm sure it is about to become saturated with our scalding hot semen. I'm close to coming and I'm pretty certain he is too. I squeeze my legs tight and wrap my arms around him in a lover's embrace in expectation of a mutual orgasm as we fanatically kiss. Suddenly John adjusts his position slightly and pushes his cock into the crevice of my pantyhose-clad buttocks and begins to push. I know immediately what he is trying to do. "No!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I scream. John holds me down with his bodyweight as his hand quickly reaches down and tears a hole in the gusset of my pantyhose and his hard cock quickly snakes inside my pantyhose and pushes against my puckered anal bud. Despite my desperate struggles he manages to spit into his hand and lubricate his shaft, he spits again and rubs his saliva on my virgin sphincter. "Please don't!" I sob, but I am defeated. The head of John's penis pushes my sphincter open and he enters me. I'm surprised that there is no real pain; his saliva has obviously provided lubrication and allowed for an easy insertion. I feel full; but there is not the sharp pain I was expecting. This goes to the truth that Vanessa told me that before the coma I was quite partial to being fucked, sometimes three of four times a night apparently. I suppose all that cock up your ass over a period time must loosen up the anus! John continues his assault until his cock is buried deep inside me. He lies still for a while, while I get used to his girth. I begin to realise that if I concentrate I can relax my anal muscles. Then the feeling of fullness begins to slowly turn to pleasure. The nerves of my sphincter radiate little sparks of delight but the most intense sensations emanate from my prostate gland. I stop struggling as little waves of gratification radiate from my anus; John feels me cease fighting him and slowly he begins to fuck me. I lift my face to his and kiss him. He releases my legs so I can reposition them around his torso in the missionary position. I know he wants me to rub my nylons on his body and I oblige; I rake his back with my fingernails and spur him on with my high-heels. "Go ahead John fuck me! Fuck me!" I cry and lift my buttocks to meet his thrusts. "MMMMmmmm! You sexy whore!" he hisses and then we kiss again, our tongues exploring each other's mouths. I can feel John's glans rub against my prostate and rings of pleasure run up and down my anus; my sphincter responds as his shaft slides in and out emitting its own tingling ripples of pleasure. I am amazed at how erotic and sexually stimulating being fucked like this really is. Despite being forced to participate, I am glad now that I have overcome my trepidation about being fucked. Image how good it's going to feel when I'm a willing participant? I feel totally feminine lying underneath John; wantonly giving myself to him; the feel of hose, heels, and skirt, the taste and smell of makeup and perfume, its what I imagine it must be like for Nadine when I am fucking her. John eases his penis in and out my anus with long slow thrusts as I raise myself up to meet him. Then he begins to quicken the pace, fucking me faster, his groin thwacking against my soft buttocks. I grip him tighter with my arms and legs and push up hard against him to coax all of his length inside me as he fucks me. "Oh fuck me honey!" I moan and began to push back against him as he slides in and out of my tight passage. My cock is fully erect in my pantyhose and it is rubbing against John's belly as he fucks me. The incredible sensations coming from my anus combines with the electrifying pleasure from my nylon-sheathed cock is bringing me close to orgasm. "Oh Michele I'm coming! I'm coming! I'm going to come in you, you slut!" John screams and jackhammers in and out of my bruised anus. I rake his body with my nails and heels and slide my pantyhosed legs along his flanks encouraging him to unload his seed. I raise my ass up off the bed and grind against him. John unloads his semen inside my back passage; his cock pulses and quivers ejecting steams of hot semen. I feel my anus fill with John's scalding load, triggering my own orgasm. His cock is fully embedded in my ass, his scrotum tickling my pantyhose-clad buttocks his whole body is quivering. We kiss passionately, our tongues entwine, lips mash, as we slather and paw at each other. My orgasm wracks me and my penis throbs and expels my issue into my pantyhose. John pushes his belly against mine; he must be feeling my hot load soak through my hose and scalding his belly. He slides a hand between us and milks the last of my seed from my pulsing member. I slide my nylon-sheathed legs up and down John's torso and pull him harder against my body; my fingernails rake his back and our lips crush together; our tongues intertwine. I drum my heels against John's hard buttocks as the final throes of desire wrack our pleasure-fused bodies. We kiss and cuddle as John's penis slowly deflates inside me. He hunches up a little and his cock slides out of my anus and a dribble of semen runs from my sphincter and soaks into my hose. John places his soft cock on mine and rubs it a little. "MMMMmmm," he moans. He lifts his face from mine and looks at me seriously; he tenderly strokes my fringe away from my eyes. "I'm sorry I forced you," he says. "You're an asshole!" I reply just as seriously. I see the hurt look on his face. I can't help but break into grin. "But you're an asshole who knows how to fuck and make a girl feel feminine and sexy," I smile and kiss him quickly. "I have to go," he says apologetically. "So you're the kind of guy who fucks a girl and runs?" I giggle. "There are plenty of other times to come," he smiles back. "You wish!" I say sarcastically. "I still have all that stuff I emailled to you" he smiles back. "You mean the stuff you blackmailed me with?" I say, setting the trap. "Yes, the stuff I blackmailed you with," he smiles. I've got him now. But the whole context has changed. I need to think things through. John climbs off me and quickly gets dressed. I just lie there watching him, a little amused. He bends down and kisses me. "Til next time," he smiles. "Yeah. Maybe," I smile whimsically back up at him. "No. Til next time!" he says seriously, but then he winks at me and his face breaks into a grin. I lie on the bed, my skirt still rucked up, my panties around my ankles, my anus dribbling semen from my ripped pantyhose, and my makeup smeared and running as I contemplate what to do next. I also conjure up memories of the past hour or so, my anus throbbing with a strangely satisfying bruised feeling. My cock begins to harden again. "What the fuck; I've paid for the room! I might as well use it!" I say to the empty hotel suite. I reach under the bed and pull out the Sony notepad. I cue the video to where John has just entered me and press play. I masturbate myself to orgasm as I watch John fuck me on the small screen. To Be Continued... The Awakening Ch. 04 I have always heard those stories and I am sure that you have heard them too. You know the ones, the stories that you find in Penthouse Forum or from some guy talking too loudly in the bar. The stories describing a wild night with one woman and two men and sex for hours. How some lucky guy happened to find a woman who loved having sex with two men at the same time and took both hard cocks and screamed for more. Did you think as I did? Did you think that those stories were bull shit? Well, I am here to tell you, those things do happen. I am also assuming that you are here because you want to hear all of the details...and I am more than happy to share all of those details with you. I had been experimenting with my new found sexuality, my new found sexual freedom, and my new found love of cocks and cumming. My partner Sam and I had a shared fantasy of having a third join our team. Sam wanted to watch me turn on another man and then watch him fuck and suck me while he fucked and sucked me also. I wanted a woman for Sam; so that I could watch him receive all of the pleasure he possibly could, being the center of attention of two women with no other desire but to please him. Of course, I have to admit that I am also bi-curious and I know that turns Sam on just as much as the thought of being with two women. But, we had found a man who was willing to participate with us and we were still looking for a woman to share our enjoyment with. So, we called Kyle and made another date with him. You will just have to wait patiently for me to experience the other before I can share that story with you. As I said before, Sam and I share everything. After each of our adventures, we share our feelings and our perceptions about what happened, what worked, what didn't. Sam really likes to hear the details because it makes him HOT all over again and he says it helps him to understand fully what I like. And I like to be reminded that Sam is getting something out of this and isn't just being nice to me. Oh yeah, and it makes me so fucking HOT that my pussy is wet for days as we continue to reference the adventure. As we discussed our first meeting with Kyle (you can read about that in The Awakening, Chapter 3), Sam and I agreed that we enjoyed our first foray into group sex and that we would enjoy having a chance to experience that again. But this time, I wanted very much to have the chance to feel another man's cock in me. Sam emailed Kyle to ask him if he had left the hotel room thinking we were the craziest people he had ever met, or if he would be interested in playing with us some more. I wasn't really sure which way he would answer, though Sam assured me over and over again that Kyle would do anything to have the chance to go down on me again. Much to my surprise, and certainly not to Sam's, Kyle responded with a rousing, "Hell yes, I'd love to see you guys again". Kyle shared that he had really enjoyed the exhibitionism before we went to the room and if there was time, he would like to try that again. Otherwise, he was happy to meet us and enjoy some more physical play. Sam and I discussed many scenarios and agreed that it was very hot sharing our afternoon delight with Kyle and that we would like to keep to that plan again, if Kyle was onboard. Kyle was on board so we made a date to meet on a Tuesday the following week. As we waited impatiently for Tuesday to come, Sam kept asking me what I wanted from our adventure. I shared with Sam that other than having the opportunity to feel another man's dick inside me, I couldn't begin to think of anything else I needed. I asked Sam what he would like from the day and he stated he would very much like to see me cumming from another man and to have him during or after and show him how hot it made me to have two cocks for my every whim. And, because Sam felt that I was taking the easy way out and not thinking about what was available to me, he gave me a few tasks for that day. I have found that when I accomplish any tasks that Sam has given me, I am very well rewarded. It was certainly in my best interest to meet his requirements. Monday night I could barely sleep from the excitement of the day to come. The thought turned me on so much that I was very tempted to release some of the desire by pleasuring myself that evening, but I didn't. I wanted to be right on the edge for Sam. I wanted his every touch on my skin to send shock waves through my body. I wanted him to feel my desire for him in my kisses. No, I certainly did not want to water down any feelings for the next day. I had a meeting for work Tuesday morning so I got up and dressed as normal and headed into work. Sam and I had agreed to meet at the hotel at 11:00. When I opened my email at 8:30 there was an email from Sam describing exactly what he wanted to do to me that day, in amazing detail. As I read his email I felt a river running from my pussy and I almost had to stand up to see if I had soaked through my clothes and into my chair. I went to the restroom and took pictures of my very wet and pulsating pussy and emailed them back to Sam, hoping to give him the same level of excitement he had sent through me. From the email I got back, I think I met my objective. By 9:30, I couldn't focus any more and I left my meeting. The first thing I had to do was to pick up some condoms. I had never needed condoms before, but of course, in a relationship with someone we didn't know, they were not optional. We were sure that Kyle would bring his own condom since that was what kept us from moving forward when we last me, but I had been worried. Never having used a condom, I didn't know what one felt like, tasted like, or even how to put one on a man. I was more than a little nervous about this. But as always, Sam was an angel and came to my rescue. He offered to show me everything I needed to know before Kyle got there. But to do that, my first "task" was to buy the condoms. I was so embarrassed when I went into the store. I guess I was worried about what the clerk would think when I brought them up to pay for them. Was it going to be like those comedies you see on TV? Were they going to have to ask for a price check over the load speaker? And just what was I getting, I had no idea there were so many. Did I want lubed, ribbed, large? Hell, I didn't know. I devised a plan to get out of the store as quickly as possible. I ran into a store with a self check-out counter and I grabbed a three-pack of condoms and a package of diapers. My friend's baby shower was the following month and I was supposed to bring diapers. I figured if anyone asked about the condoms I would tell them they were a gag gift for the baby shower. I walked up to the counter, purchased my condoms without incident and almost ran to the car. I couldn't wait to get to Sam and I was high from the excitement of buying my first pack of condoms. You know…life's little adventures. I drove to the hotel and arrived just after Sam got there. I was a little disappointed because I had wanted to be in the room and ready and waiting for him when he arrived. Sam being the good sport he is offered to wait 15 minutes and then come up to meet me. I slipped out of my work clothes and slipped into something softer and more see-thru. Sam likes see-thru. When I heard a knock on the door I opened it to find Sam standing there, a huge smile on his face and a semi-hard cock straining against his pants as he looked at my surprise for him. He followed me into the room and proceeded to shed his clothes as quickly as I had shed mine. We had an hour or so before Kyle was supposed to arrive and we had a few areas to cover, not the least of which was a warm up for our afternoon of pleasure. After we got our initial hello passion out of the way, Sam sat down and asked me if I had accomplished my first task. I am sure I had an ear to ear grin when I told him that I had and I took out my hard won pack of condoms. Sam took a condom out of the box and proceeded to show me how to put the condom on his already hard cock carefully explaining all the nuances, letting me stroke and feel and inspect his latex encased manhood. Then he rewarded my first accomplishment by giving me the chance to suck on his cock as it got even harder and then he showed me what it would feel like as it slid in and out of my pussy. Anything for the sake of science you know. Looking back now, I sometimes still get embarrassed that Sam had to show me how to use a condom, but he was so amazing. He never once made me feel stupid or immature. He just made me feel safe, like he always does. Safe to learn and to explore. As he showed me how the condom felt sliding in and out of my pussy I couldn't wait for him to pull out so that I could take it off and feel the soft skin of his card cock as I slid my lips up and down the shaft and ran my tongue over the head. Sam seemed to enjoy having the condom off as well and showed me how much he enjoyed the feeling of my lips on his cock as he led me over to the bed and sucked and licked my clit until I screamed. When he was done making me scream, he asked me to show him what other outfits I had brought for the day so that we could choose the right one for me to wear when I met Kyle. I tried on a black teddy with a halter top and very small black panties and from the look on Sam's face it was obvious, it was the outfit for the day. In fact, it seemed to work so well that Sam couldn't keep his hands off of me. We spent the next hour in a 69 position, with Sam making me cum over and over and over again, and me trying my hardest to do the same to him....for some reason, he kept pulling his cock from my mouth until I told him that I was sure that he could enjoy me to the fullest now and we would still enjoy later. Sam finally agreed, though I don't know if it was my amazing logic or the fact that his cock was already leaking for me. As I lay on my back, with my legs on his shoulders he pumped his cock in my pussy until he exploded from the excitement we had already shared. As we waited for Kyle to join us, we talked and touched and kissed and rubbed until before I knew it, Sam was rubbing between my legs and making me cum just by twisting and sucking on my nipples. The feeling of his cock against my clit, even through his underwear was sending me through the roof and I was ready to take Sam again, when we heard a knock at the door. I got up and prepared myself for my next "task", to meet Kyle at the door wearing the black negligee. I opened the door to let Kyle in and gave him a kiss and a big hug in greeting and making small talk as he followed me into the room. Sam stood up and shook Kyle's hand and we continued with the small talk. In order to get things started, Sam pulled me to him and began kissing me and caressing me, setting the pace for the afternoon and giving me an opening for my next "task" which was to undress myself for Kyle and to help Kyle undress. While I kissed Sam passionately I built up my courage and I turned around and walked to where Kyle was sitting, sat down next to him and began kissing him. Kyle responded immediately, kissing me and running his hands up and down my arms. As I reached for his cock I felt it getting hard through his pants and I heard him moaning. The more he moaned, the more I kissed and rubbed him and the more I felt him pulling me to him passionately. I sat back and reached up and pulled down the straps of my teddy and let the fabric fall to my waste. I saw Kyle's eyes get wide and I heard a soft moan behind me letting me know that Sam was enjoying the view also. To finish out my second to last "task", I leaned in and pulled up Kyle's shirt, helping him to remove his clothes. As he took off his clothes, I heard Sam suggest that we should move to the bed where we would have more room. I watched Sam get up and move to the chair as I led Kyle to the bed and pulled him down beside me. Kyle continued to kiss me and then he slid his hand from my cheek to my arm, across my stomach and down to my clit. Anticipation of his touch, my earlier enjoyment of Sam and my anticipation for the rest of the afternoon had made my pussy so wet it was flowing. Kyle fingered my clit and my pussy and then he slid down to take his place between my legs and use his tongue and mouth to bring me to orgasm. Kyle circled his tongue around my clit and slid it down to my wet slit, sliding his tongue in and out of my hole. As he brought me to shake and cum in waves I looked over to see Sam stroking his own, very hard cock as he watched Kyle pleasuring me. I could never refuse Sam when he was stroking his cock. The sight of him stroking the shaft and running his palm over the head of his cock drove me wild. When I caught Sam's eye, I motioned to him that I wanted him to join us on the bed. Sam came to me and offered me his cock while he watched Kyle sucking and licking my clit. I could see Sam smiling and nodding his head, enjoying the view very much. As he watched Kyle, and as I stroked his cock, Sam's cock began to leak his excitement for me. I turned to him and licked the leaking excitement from the head and then lifted his cock so that I could lick his balls and follow all the way up the shaft with my tongue to the heart shaped head of his cock where I circled it with my tongue as I stared into his eyes. As I watched Sam I could see him exhaling to release some of his excitement as he bent down to kiss me and pinch my nipples causing the orgasms that Kyle was giving me to intensify. Then Sam reached up and took a hold of my hair and pulled it, applying gentle pressure that sent me over the edge. All the while I could hear the wetness Kyle was working with and I could feel myself opening my legs as wide as possible to allow him access to anything he wanted. This combination sent me into a frenzy and I still can't remember all of the details to this day. Finally, Kyle looked up at me and told me he loved to eat pussy and that he very much enjoyed the opportunity to share mine. Sam agreed, confirming with Kyle that my pussy tasted very sweet and was amazing. I just laid there between the two not knowing what to say. Sam gently nudged me so I turned to Kyle and asked him if he had brought a condom and if he wanted to use it. Kyle seemed excited as he said yes. As Kyle got up to get his condom I took the opportunity to share some very passionate kisses with Sam, reveling in the passion that we had both accumulated so far. Kyle returned to the bed and lay down next to us, allowing me to work toward meeting my final "task"....making Kyle cum. I knew that Sam was looking forward to watching me make Kyle cum. We had talked about how I would accomplish this task and I wasn't sure how I would best meet my goal, but whatever way I chose, I knew that Sam would want to watch. I rolled over to Kyle and he began kissing me and hugging me very tightly. As I kissed Kyle, I moved a leg between his legs, grinding my clit against his thigh. Before I knew it I felt him rolling over on top of me and rubbing his cock against my clit. I opened my legs and brought them up for Kyle, giving him more access. As he got harder, I felt Kyle slip inside my pussy and pump in and out. As he did, he kept his eyes closed. He pumped in and out for several minutes and his heart rate and breathing increased as if he was enjoying the experience. He finally opened his eyes and apologized to me saying that with the condom he couldn't really feel anything and he confessed that it had been a very long time since he had worn one. Both Sam and I tried to make him feel at ease by admitting that condoms did deaden a lot of the feeling. Sam told Kyle he ought to let me show him what I could do. I looked at Kyle, winked at him and told him that I apparently had some skills I could share with him. Kyle readily agreed, though I am not sure that he knew quite where I was going with that. As Kyle lay down next to me, I curled up next to him and took his soft, condom covered cock in my mouth and began sucking on it. I was so thankful that Kyle had put the condom on himself, taking that small amount of stress from me and that Sam had given me the chance to taste and feel a a latex covered cock. As I sucked I felt Kyle's cock growing in my mouth. I could taste the sweet taste of my nectar on the rubber and I began stroking it, working hard at keeping the condom on. This was a new wrinkle I hadn't expected, but it seemed to work itself out. I felt Kyle's cock growing and I heard Kyle begin moaning. As I concentrated on licking and sucking Kyle's cock, I felt Sam's hands as they began exploring my pussy. As Kyle's intensity increased, his breathing quickened and he began pushing back into my mouth. The sight of me giving Kyle a blow job and Kyle enjoying the sensations must have been too much for Sam because before I knew it, I felt his cock entering my pussy. This first, felt so good to me. I was laying here with one cock in my mouth and one cock in my pussy. I couldn't believe what was happening. The feelings of Sam's very hard cock pushing in and sliding all the way out and pushing back in, from head to hilt, made me cum. But, that is never enough for Sam, he is not content to leave me to just cum, he always insists that I have the best of everything, so as he pumped in and out of my pussy, he twisted my nipples and massaged the cheeks of my ass making me cum in waves. Sam so enjoys it when I have is cock in my mouth and I am cumming, but apparently it wasn't the same for Kyle that day. The distraction of me cumming and Sam climaxing and exploding inside me was too much for Kyle and he opened his eyes and contented himself to watch as Sam and I climaxed together. As we rested, Sam apologized to Kyle for distracting me and taking my attention from him, but Kyle silenced him saying he had enjoyed watching us and feeling my mouth on his cock, but that the condom certainly didn't help the feeling. As the afternoon had come to an end, Kyle got dressed and left, thanking us again for an enjoyable afternoon and assuring us that he would like to join us again. As Sam and I slowly dressed, we shared our thoughts of the afternoon. I shared with Sam how much I enjoyed feeling his passion overcome him and feeling him come to me to express it. Sam shared how he felt bad about distracting Kyle but that watching me sucking on Kyle's manhood made him need me right then. I looked at Sam and reminded him that we do this for us and because it is what we want to do. Kyle was responsible for his own agenda. The important part was that Sam and I enjoyed. Maybe next time I would be able to complete my final "task". Maybe next time...he would have the opportunity to watch me make someone else cum! The Awakening Ch. 04 Chapter 4, Expanding Horizons. The next day after their first encounter was Saturday and when they were both awake, Jen decided to discuss their previous day's escapades. "So what about yesterday did you enjoy the most?" she asked Matt, propping herself up on an elbow. Matt looked at her, briefly wondering how honest he could really be. Since she had been so open, he decided not to withhold anything. He sat up. "I loved all of it. You know I love you and your body. However, when you started saying 'Master' and acting submissive, I almost couldn't stand it. That made me so horny. I got hard within minutes of my previous orgasm. I don't think I've ever had three orgasms in about an hour. What about you?" "Well, both my pussy and ass are a little sore, but I too, was really turned on by acting submissive. Once I gave in to you taking pictures of me, I realized that I really enjoyed it. I wanted you to give orders and make me push the limits of my sexuality. When you pushed your finger into my ass, my body reacted like you were throwing gasoline on my sexual fire. And when I came... oh, God, I thought I would never stop spasming. I wanted it to go on and on. I wanted you to make me do anything you wanted." "Anything?" Matt teased. "Well... just about anything." Jen hesitated. "I'm not sure what my limits are when it comes to that. That was our first time, and I think we need to explore some of that before I know. Is there something in particular that you want to try?" She smirked and sat up, the covers and sheet sliding down to expose her gorgeous breasts. "I hadn't thought of anything new. I was just wondering if anything else in the movie turned you on." Matt reached over and lightly tweaked a nipple. Jen blushed a little. She was almost afraid to say it, but she really wanted to, and she could actually feel her sexual side heat up with the thought and Matt's caresses. "Actually... I was turned on by a couple of things. I was turned on by the anal sex in the first scene and the use of the toys and the public display of a woman in the second scene." Matt's eyes widened. "Public display? Toys? Really? I never thought that you would like that. I'm not sure I like the idea of sharing any part of you with anyone. I'd have to think about that one. As far as the anal sex and the toys, well... I loved it yesterday when I was able to put my finger in your ass." He stroked her breast some more. "And I wouldn't mind trying it anytime... anywhere." "Hold on, Romeo." Jen responded. Her body was heating up, but she was not sure her sore areas were ready for that. "I'm a little sore and not sure I'm ready for that right now." Matt hesitated. What the hell, he thought. He leaned closer to Jen and in a harsh whisper said, "Listen up, my little ass-fucking slave. I want you to get down there and suck my dick until it's hard and then you're going to bend over and offer me your little virgin asshole, got it?" Jen blinked. She looked at Matt. She was unsure, but her body was telling her otherwise. She was getting wet and her right hand had automatically moved toward her pussy. She looked at him for a couple more seconds and realized that this is what she wanted. The game was on! "Yes, master." was her response. She yanked the covers back. Matt's dick looked like it wasn't going to need much assistance. It was approaching full hardness now. This time when Jen got down to Matt's dick she studied it more closely than ever before. She checked out the large vein running down the side. She looked at how the circumcision had left him with a large mushroom head that blossomed at the top. His dick had a great upwards curvature, too. She knew that when they were in the missionary position it seemed to hit her g-spot perfectly. She licked slowly around that mushroom head and heard Matt groan. Then he started giving directions like he had never done before and Jen tried to follow each one. "That's it, baby, run your tongue slowly around the head. Mmmm. Now suck on it a little. Oh, yeah. Now run your tongue down the underside and lick my balls. Oh, yes, you are such a good little cocksucker. I don't think I want that sore ass right now, I just want to cum in your pretty little mouth." Jen moaned and increased her effort to get him to cum. Matt stared down at his beautiful wife sucking his dick. Her back and ass were visible to him, and he could see his dick disappearing into that wonderful, furnace of a mouth. He knew he was going to cum. "Here I come, baby. Get ready for a large load." Matt was starting to jerk his hips in order to reach his orgasm and Jen complied by sucking on the head, running her tongue around the crown and jacking off his dick on the bottom with her hand. "Oh, fuck, here it is!" Matt yelled. Jen held still, holding his cock about two inches into her mouth as he jerked and spewed cum into her mouth. She greedily swallowed it, deciding that there was nothing more delicious than taking the cum of your lover. She kept it up until Matt relaxed and then she let him pop from her mouth. "Oh my God, Jen, you are a wonderful cocksucker!" Matt said. Jen smiled. "Evidently. I enjoyed being your "cum bucket" this morning. Now let's get up, because I need something else for breakfast, too." Later that day, while Matt was visiting a friend to watch some sporting event (there was always another one to be viewed), Jen was sitting at a table with a new friend of hers from the neighborhood. They had gotten to know each other a little, and now this woman, Joanna, was telling her a little more about her sex life with a previous boyfriend than she was comfortable hearing. TMI! "How about something else to drink" Jen offered. "Ummm. I could use a little something stronger." Jo said. Jen got up and was fixing another drink when Jo noticed the DVD case from the porn movie laying on the counter, where she and Matt had accidentally left it in plain view. "Oh my god!" Jo said. "Are you into this stuff, too?" Jen froze. Oh, shit! Jo found that nasty DVD! At first, Jen tried to play it down. "No, but Matt found it interesting to watch after seeing some of it at a friend's poker game." And as she was saying it, her mind was finally registering what Jo had said... "too?", meaning are you also into this stuff? "But apparently you are, aren't you Jo?" Jen said it a little suggestively. "Well, okay," Jo admitted, "my last boyfriend and I tried it a little." Jen continued her questioning. "So, you tried it 'a little'. Did he just dominate you, or also do some public exposure and domination? Did you enjoy being exposed by him? Was it always just you two?" Jo looked at Jen sheepishly, blushed, and admitted, "I loved it. I couldn't really explain it to you, but I was so turned on! It was mostly just the two of us, although one time he had someone else help him. Why?" she asked with a sly smile. Jen grinned greedily. She thought they both knew where this was going. "Stand up, take off all your clothes and walk past my front windows." She said it in a firm, but calm voice. Jo stared at her. She was shocked, but she knew she was being reeled in and would comply eventually. She really loved to display her body, but she continued to stare at Jen until Jen stood up and held out her hand. Jo stood up and Jen started unbuttoning her blouse. "C'mon. You know what to do." Jen said. She did, so Jo slowly took off all her clothes until she was buck naked. Jen looked at her to appraise her physical appearance while she turned and walked into the living room and past the front windows. There was no one outside at that moment, but it was the anticipation and possibility that was making Jo wet and Jen could see that. Jo was about 5' 1", 105 pounds, jet black hair, pale skin, and big brown eyes. As she walked her tight little ass looked very cute and firm. "She can probably get any man she wants." Jen thought. Her body was well proportioned. She had B-cup tits, small waist, and that beautiful ass. "Probably better than mine." When Jo returned to the kitchen, Jen had picked up Jo's clothes and was holding them. Jo put out her hands for them but Jen said, "Not yet. I think we should sit here and enjoy our drinks a little longer, don't you?" Jo stared for a second and then tried to reach for her clothes again. Jen slapped her hand. "Sit down Jo, and don't reach for your clothes again until I tell you, got it!" "Okay" Jo said softly, enjoying the forcefulness. She loved being ordered around during sex. "What?!" Jen said quickly. "What did you say? What are you going to call me?" "Mistress?" Jo asked quietly, not sure if that was where Jen was going. She just knew that she was extremely turned on. She was not sure that Jen meant anything sexual, but Jo had had plenty of experiences with both men and women and Jen was pretty hot. She wouldn't mind a little attention from her. "That's right. Now sit down while I get us some more to drink." Jen put the clothes on the table as a test to see if Jo would leave them there. She started making some mixed drinks and glanced back and Jo was watching her closely, but was not reaching for her clothes. Jen returned with her glass and looked at Jo. She had her legs crossed. Her nipples were very hard. "Are you turned on by all this?" she asked. "Very much, Mistress." "Show me how much" Jen responded. Jo looked at her for a moment and then opened her legs. Okay, she thought, let's do this! She put the foot of her nearest leg up on the table and left the other on the floor. She spread her legs as far apart as she could and ran her fingers through her gash. It was soaking. She held up her fingers to show Jen. Jen stared at Jo. She noticed that Jo seemed very relaxed and was obviously enjoying this. Jo's pussy was pretty well shaven except for a small arrow above it, which pointed directly to the "spot". It was splayed open, revealing the inner lips, already glistening and ready for action. Even her clit was starting to make an appearance. And her nipples were so hard they were ready to cut glass. "Lick them clean." said Jen. Jo did, savoring them, making a big production out of slowly cleaning them. Jen stared. Jo was teasing her back, and she liked it. She was getting really turned on by the rude display of Jo's pussy and the way she was licking her fingers. "Put your fingers back in your pussy." Jen commanded. Jo complied immediately so Jen then said. "Take them out. I want to taste them." Jo smiled, hoping that this is what Jen meant. Jen, on the other hand, was not sure how far she wanted this to go, but she was enjoying ordering Jo around as much as she enjoyed her husband doing this to her. Damn! She was also horny from this morning when she blew Matt, but didn't get to cum herself. Jen sampled Jo's pussy juices from her fingers. It not only tasted good, but the feeling she got from sucking another woman's pussy juices off her fingers while ordering her around was making her wet. It was part of the "forbidden fruit" of her upbringing, and she felt mischievous and devious and fucking horny doing it. Jen finished licking Jo's fingers clean and said to her, "Okay, slut, follow me." She led her new slave into the den where she sat on the couch. "Kneel in front of me with your ass up in the air. Put your head on the floor and stay there. I want your ass pointed towards me." Jo complied immediately, looking like she loved every minute of it. Jen looked at Jo's beautiful pussy and ass. It really was quite a turn on. She knew right then that she was going to really enjoy this. First, some toys. Jen went back into the kitchen trying to decide what would work as toys right away. She finally opened the fridge. She took out a cucumber and a carrot, and then rummaged around in a drawer and found a black magic marker. She went back into the Den and Jo was still kneeling there. Jen sat down and looked at her ass again. How far did she want this to go? She had never done anything like this, but the video she had watched a little further on the DVD where a woman had trained a slave to service her husband was intriguing. Did she have the desire to have Matt fuck another woman? What about the woman's ass? She was not sure that she wanted her ass fucked, but maybe it would be fun to guide Matt's dick into this little beauty's ass in front of her instead. Jo grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. She knew that Matt and his friends would be watching the local team on ESPN. She turned to that channel to see that it was in the fourth quarter, but there was a lot of time left. She wanted to think about this before Matt came home. Coming next: Chapter 5. Jen Trains Jo. How far will they go? The Awakening Ch. 04 Part Four – Michele Returns The woman is slim. She is wearing a cerise satin blouse, black leather skirt and black high-heeled pumps. Flesh-toned fully-fashioned stockings sheath her long well defined legs. She is wearing a blonde bob, her bangs direct your gaze to heavily madeup eyes, and she's wearing glistening ruby-red lipstick. She is mature but sexy in a sluttish sort of way. She lowers her face to a semi-tumescent penis and slowly takes it into her mouth. Her long elegant fingers, glistening with silver rings and ruby nailpolish stroke the shaft of the penis until it becomes fully erect in her mouth. She looks content; she looks aroused. The front of her skirt bulges as her own erection strains the material of her black satin panties and tents the front of her skirt. Looking around the shadowy room other figures come into view. Four other women, two dressed similar, two dressed only in lingerie and high-heels, are involved in sex acts with naked men. All of the people in the room are at least thirty, some of the women are large but their clothing and makeup camouflage their flaws and they are still attractive, some of the men are a little chubby but the women don't seem to mind. The room reeks of perfume and sex; and muffled groans, gasps and little cries of delight fill the air. A thwock, thwock, thwock, sound comes from a dark corner where a man is fucking one of the women who is balancing on her high-heels whilst bent over a chair. The sound is enunciated whenever his groin slaps against her creamy white buttocks; he holds her by the straps on her garter belt and furiously pounds away at her ass. An orgy is taking place. A transvestite orgy. Back to the woman in the cerise blouse; her name is Michele Nylons and six months ago you would never have found her participating in such debauched activity. Six months ago she didn't even know she was a transvestite! The previous week, Michele, or Michael Nyland as she is known in her male circumstance, was still partly amnesiac and could only remember the occasional glimmer of her transvestite lifestyle. She had been in a coma and had emerged with amnesia, her memory had returned, but the not the part of her memory associated with her crossdressing peccadilloes. These memories had slowly returned helped by another transvestite named Vanessa (it is she who is bent over the chair being fucked vigorously by an admirer) who reintroduced Michele into the world of transvestite sex. Michele was later blackmailed by John Steele, the owner of John's PC Sales and Repairs. He had found incriminating evidence on Michael Nyland's notepad when he repaired it. He had lured Michele to a hotel room where he had forced himself upon her but she had soon capitulated and began to enjoy the solid fucking she received at his insistence. Only last week Michael was in the attic rummaging around in the trunk where he kept Michele's accoutrements hidden away from his wife, when he had inadvertently stepped back into the trap door and fell to the floor banging his head. In an instant, the repressed memories of his life as the undercover transvestite flooded back into his brain. As he sat there rubbing his head, a smile crossed his face as he recalled the absolute pleasure he received when he was dressed as his alter ego Michele Nylons, in the company of his transvestite girlfriends, tending to the needs of randy male admirers and horny crossdressers. It was that simple! A knock on the head had caused the complete amnesia from which he recovered over the course of several months. The repressed memories of his alter ego, the transvestite Michele Nylons, had been slowly returning with help of Vanessa and the blackmailing of Michele by John Steele. Then a simple knock on the head had restored Michael/Michele's complete memory. Michele had immediately contacted Vanessa. "Let's do it again soon!" Michele had exclaimed excitedly into the phone. "Do what?" Vanessa replied, totally puzzled. "I'm back honey! Michele's back! The memories of my secret transvestite life have returned and I love them! I want us to have a party to celebrate!" "God girl! You sound like one cock hungry transvestite!" Vanessa giggled. "In very short time you've progressed from a reluctant participant in a secret transvestite tryst; to a full on crossdressing slut," she laughed. "I can't wait! I've been missing out on so much fun for so long! You get on the phone and send out the emails; I'll set up our usual hotel room." Michele was excited; the anticipation almost overpowering. "Friday. The usual place!" Michele hung up. And that's how I came to be here now; the feel of silk and satin caressing my body, the stockings encasing my legs, the taste of lipstick and makeup, the smell of my perfume exciting me. It comforts me and makes me feel feminine and downright slutty. I can feel the hem of my skirt caressing my thighs and then a hand slides under the hem and strokes my stocking tops. My cock strains against my satin panties and I slaver at the erection in my mouth. I lift my lips from the turgid member and look at the purple veins pulsing along the shaft and the engorged crimson glans; my lipstick is smeared on the shaft. I look up lovingly into John's eyes and see the lust; the lust that I have invoked. A feeling of power and sexual energy surges through me. I lower my face and trace the veins in his throbbing cock with the tip of my tongue and I'm delighted when I hear him groan. When my lips kiss his fraenulum, the special little place at the base of the glans where it joins the shaft, he shudders and pushes my mouth onto his cock. "God you're a teasing bitch! I love it when you do that!" he gasps. John is seated on the couch and I'm kneeling along its length; my ass raised high as I suckle my man. Then I feel someone lift my skirt. I smile to myself as I feel the couch groan under the weight as some stranger positions himself behind me. I wriggle my ass like a whore and am rewarded with a slap on my buttocks. The man spanks me twice and I moan around John's phallus but I don't stop sucking him. The man behind me is massaging the globes of my ass through my satin panties and then I feel him pull the gusset to once side, exposing my puckered sphincter. I'm expecting a probing finger to explore my tight bud but instead I feel the head of a penis nestle against my anus. I can feel the cold slipperiness of the lubricant coating the head of the member pressing against the entrance to my tight hole. He seizes my hips and pushes. At first my instinct is to move forward away from the intruding appendage but as soon as it slides past my sphincter I feel nothing but pleasure and instead I push back, encouraging the stranger to drive his phallus into me, right up to the hilt. As his groin rests against my soft buttocks and I feel his erection pulsing inside me I grind my ass back against him. "Good girl!" the stranger moans and begins to slowly fuck me. I luxuriate in the feeling as the man behind me slowly thrusts his hard cock in and out of me; the head of his penis finds my prostrate gland and I can feel pre-seminal fluid leaking into my panties. My anus is a sponge of delicate nerves emitting wave after wave of pleasure as the man grinds away at me. I find the rhythm and rock back and forth in time with his thrusts. I open my eyes and glance up at John who is smiling with pleasure; I'm suckling his cock in time with the thrusts of the man invading my anus. I slaver at the member in my mouth as my lips move up and down the shaft. "Michele always did like a good spit-roasting," the man behind me says. "She certainly seems to know how to deal with it," John smiles and lowers his hands to my face and guides me up and down his shaft. Both men are now grunting and the man behind has quickened the pace; his groin slams against my buttocks as he drives his rock-hard penis in and out of my slick, tight ass. The sensation is incredible and I feel my orgasm building. I'm going to come soon; without even touching myself I'm going to come! John senses the man behind me is building to a climax and he too begins to push his cock in and out of my lips faster and harder. I'm being assaulted from both ends and I love it. Suddenly the stranger behind me grips my hips and slams his penis deep inside me and grinds against my soft, pliant buttocks. He screams. "Yes! Yes! Yes! I'm coming inside you, you sexy bitch!" he moans I grind my ass back against him as rings of pleasure emanate from my prostrate and ripple through my anus; my semi-hard cock discharges into my panties as I feel the man behind me ejaculate deep inside me. John climaxes at the same time and floods my mouth with his hot issue; I swallow and keep sucking, draining him of his seed whilst grinding against the man behind me. Fifteen minutes later I'm in the bathroom standing beside Vanessa fixing my makeup. I've cleaned my anus, changed my panties, brushed my teeth and rinsed with mouthwash. "Fancy a drink Michele?" Vanessa smiles at me. The sounds of the party are quite audible even though the bathroom door is closed. There has to be about eight or so transvestites and at least twice as many men crowded into the hotel suite. "Oh I think so Vanessa. Then it's time for some more cock!" I reply. Vanessa grins at me. "The old Michele is back!" she smiles and playfully slaps my ass as we saunter out of the bathroom together. The End. The Awakening Ch. 05 Chapter 5. Jen trains Jo. Jen looked at the small tight ass of Jo in front of her. Her small body with such a tight little ass was very intriguing to Jen. Jo was very still, trying to be good, but Jen could tell that she was impatient for something to happen. Finally, Jen took the marker and uncapped it. She bent over and wrote on Jo's ass. Jo flinched at the initial contact, but then stayed still. Jen wrote "Cum Slut" on Jo's ass, one word on each cheek. "Are you ready for some training?" Jen asked her. "Yes, Mistress" Jo answered. Jen took the carrot and pushed it into Jo's pussy. Jo jerked a little and gasped. It was still a little cold and she was not expecting it. It was not a large carrot and Jo was very wet, so it went in easily. "Mmmm" said Jo. "That feels good Mistress." Jen decided to turn up the heat a little. She took the carrot out and slowly started pushing it into Jo's ass. Jo just held steady and let her do it. It went in pretty far and Jo was now starting to moan a little and rotate her hips. Jen could tell that this was not the first time that Jo had something in her ass! Next Jen took the cucumber, which was not a large one, but had a pretty good circumference. She placed it at the entrance to Jo's cunt and held it there. Jo moaned and started rotating her hips. The carrot was moving a little back and forth. Jen watched it for a few moments and then started slowing pushing the cucumber into Jo's cunt. "Oh, god!" Jo moaned. "I love it. I love large things in both my holes, Mistress." Jen smiled. Jo really was a slut! They barely knew each other and here she was on her knees, her face on the floor, ass sticking up into the air, letting Jen shove a carrot into her ass and a cucumber into her pussy. Wow! Jen started moving the carrot in and out of Jo's ass and the cucumber in and out of her pussy at the same time. Jo was moaning loudly and rocking back against the fucking vegetables. "You cannot cum until I tell you." Jen said. "Yes, Mistress." Jo answered, but not slowing down her fucking motion. She was moaning loudly, her pussy was leaking profusely, and she was increasing her tempo. Jen slowed her tempo down and stared down at what was happening. Jo's asshole was easily swallowing the carrot up to about 6 inches. The little brown hole opened and closed around the carrot. Her pussy was so wet it was starting to dribble down her legs and stomach. The inner lips were bright pink and every time she withdrew the cucumber, she could see how they clung to it. While it was not a large cucumber, it also was going in very easily. Jen was pushing it in about 6 inches, but was sure Jo could take more. Not bad for such a tiny woman. "You've fucked some large cocks, haven't you Jo?" Jen asked. "Yes... Mistress." Jo said between thrusts of the veggies. "How big?" "Mistress... I've had... one guy... who was... nine inches... and big around." Jen's eyes grew wide. Nine inches! Wow! There aren't too many of those around. Jen decided to let Jo cum so she said to her "I want you to cum in 10 seconds, Jo. You can rub your clit if you want to." Jo immediately went to her clit and Jen started slamming the vegetables into her and Jo went off. "Oh, fuck. I'm cumming Mistress. Here I cum. Oh, fuck... fuck... fuck me!!!!" While yelling, her body jerked and spasmed. Jen could barely keep the cucumber in her pussy, but the carrot stayed in her ass pretty well. Jen noticed that she had cum running down both legs now and was starting to collapse. Jen removed the two vegetables and put them on the coffee table. Jo collapsed flat onto the floor. "Jo, I want you to get dressed, but stay here to meet my husband, okay?" Jen had decided that she loved watching Jo get fucked like this and was going to offer her to Matt. She was surprised at that thought, but the recent events had made her make the decision to continue. "Yes, Mistress" Jo said quietly, trying to recover. "My husband may want to fuck somebody in the ass tonight, and I'm not ready, so I may make you take his cock in the ass. Okay, slut?" Jo was recovering and turned to look at Jen. She smiled. "Of course, Mistress. Whatever you say. Are you sure you don't want me to get you off before he gets home?" Jo licked her lips. Jen flinched a little and stared at Jo. She was so fucking horny! But she was not sure she could do that right now. She was still a little unsure about having another woman eat her cunt. It was, however, very wet! Shit! She needed relief. Matt better be home soon! Jo stood up, went to retrieve her clothes, and got dressed. Jen picked up the vegetables and put them on the kitchen counter. She tried to contain her horniness, but was having trouble. She and Jo sat at the kitchen table and nursed their drinks. "That was wonderful, Jen." Jo said. "Yes, you are quite the little slut. I enjoyed fucking your ass and pussy with vegetables." Jo said, emphasizing her actions. "I loved it, too. Have you ever had sex with a woman." Having seen Jen's hesitation, Jo asked her straight out. "No. I had a moment in college where there was a subtle attraction to a roommate, but nothing came of it. I'm not sure how I feel about it right now. I loved fucking you with the veggies, but it was more a control thing and watching you get off then wanting to have sex with you." Jo continued. "I've had sex with several women and I was their first each time. I'm very good. And I love your body. I bet you have great nipples and I could make your clit stand up and beg to be sucked." Jen stared at Jo. She knew that Jo was trying to get a rise out of her. She also knew that the way Jo said it made her nipples start to get hard and her pussy twitch. Suddenly the kitchen door opened and Matt came in, startling the two women. They had been staring at each other so hard they both jumped. So did Matt, too, because of that. "Whoa. Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you guys." Matt said. Jen smiled, "No problem. Honey, I want you to meet our neighbor from the townhouse down the street, Joanna. She goes by Jo." "Hi." Matt said, crossing the kitchen and shaking Jo's hand. "What have you guys been up to today?" Jen and Jo looked at each other and grinned conspiratorially, "Girl stuff!" Jen said, grinning at her joke. Matt hesitated, but decided that they were just being silly. Jen got another idea. "I was thinking of making a salad for dinner," she said to Matt, "but those vegetables smell funny. What do you think?" Jo stifled a laugh, almost choking on it, while Matt picked up the carrot first and smelled it. "Whoa. That smells weird for a carrot. Where the hell has that thing been, eh? Smells like ass to me!" Matt smiled, thinking he was making a good joke, but Jo and Jen both started laughing hysterically. "Wasn't that funny." he said, puzzled by their reaction. Jen stood up and went to Matt. "Honey, I have a confession to make." She hesitated for a second, but had already made up her mind to bring Jo into their sex life. "That's exactly where it's been." She stopped to see his reaction. "What!? Ugh!" he said, dropping the carrot onto the counter quickly and staring at his hand. "What the hell is going on here?" "I think you are going to be less upset about picking up that carrot once I show you." Jen turned toward Jo. Jo smiled and nodded, agreeing once again to their plan. "Okay, my little ass slut," Jen said to her, "stand up, strip, and bend over the kitchen table." Jo started stripping. "Wha..." began Matt, but Jo put her fingers up to his lips and said, "Relax, honey. I've found a submissive cum slut who has a well-used ass. I just finished fucking her ass with that carrot and I'm going to do it again. Once you are ready, I'm going to stick your dick into her and watch you cum in that little slut. How does that sound for satisfying your ass-fucking desires? Does that sound good?" Matt stared at his wife like she had been taken over by aliens. Then he looked at Jo who was now undressed and bending over the table, putting her ass and pussy on display, and for some reason had the words "Cum Slut" written on her ass. He stared at the words for a second. He looked back to Jen and said in almost a whisper, "Jen, what the hell is going on? I don't understand. I never said that I wanted to cheat on you. You don't have to do this just because you don't want to have anal sex." Jen shushed him up and gave him a hard kiss on the mouth. "Sweetheart, this is not cheating on me. You are not going behind my back to a woman because you have feelings for her or something like that. This is me offering you a cum receptacle that you can have whenever I offer it to you. Nothing else. Just take off your clothes and bring that hard dick over here to my slave's ass." Jen grabbed the carrot and started to move toward Jo. Matt was still confused, but also a man. He looked over at Jo who was bent over the kitchen table, her tits smashed on the top, her pussy and ass pointed at him, the words calling for his dick. She did look out-fucking-standing. Then he watched as Jen moved over to the kitchen table, sat down, and without so much as a "here it comes" shoved the carrot into Jo's ass. "What do you say, slut?!" Jen said to Jo. "Thank you, Mistress for fucking my ass with a carrot." Matt was now hard as a fucking iron bar. He started stripping off his clothes as Jen moved the carrot in and out of Jo's ass. She turned and smiled at him and he felt like he could come just seeing that; his beautiful wife smiling at him as she fucked another woman's ass with a carrot. "Fuck, this is so hot!" Matt said as he moved towards them, now completely naked. "I don't know how or why this is happening Jen, but this is the hottest, most shocking thing I've ever seen with you! It's better than anything on that DVD." Jen smiled. "I thought you might think so, now come closer so we can make use of that nice dick." Matt stepped closer and now was just a couple of inches from Jo's ass. He reached out and put his left hand on her ass and his right on Jen's shoulder. She was sitting on Jo's right, focusing on Matt's dick, but not relenting on her assault on Jo's ass. Jen leaned forward and took Matt's dick into her mouth, sucking it hard, making him moan. She knew that all this visual stimulation was a lot for him and that he wouldn't last long. She also knew that he would recover quickly in this environment. She took it out of her mouth and removed the carrot, putting it on the table next to Jo. Then she stood up, leaned over Jo until she was right next to her face and said, "What do you want now, you little fucking ass-whore?" "I want my ass fucked, Mistress." Jen smacked Jo on the ass hard, surprising Matt at her forcefulness. "What do you want, slave?" Jo knew Jen wanted more specifics and loved this game, too. "Mistress, I want your husband to stick his hard cock in my ass and fuck it until he fills me with his hot, fucking cum." Jen smiled. "Good girl." She kissed Jo on the cheek, surprising everyone, including herself. Jen rose up and sat back down in the chair. She looked up at Matt. He was looking at her with lust and a little questioningly. She smiled. "It's okay, Matt." She turned more towards Jo and grabbed his dick with her left hand. "We're going to take your hard, fucking cock and stick it in this little bitch's asshole." She heard Matt and Jo both groan and she grinned. Wow! This was fucking great! Jen pulled on Matt's cock and he shuffled forward a few more inches so that he was almost pressing up against Jo. Jen looked up at him and said, "I think you need a little lubrication first" and guided his dick to Jo's pussy. She missed the first time, so she reached down with her right hand and worked to spread Jo's pussy apart. It gaped as soon as she pushed against the outer lips. Then she moved her right hand out of the way and guided Matt's dick into Jo's pussy. "Fuck her for a sec, hon." She said. She knew that was not something she had to say twice. She lowered her head until she was very close to Jo's ass, and watched as his dick sunk all the way in to Jo's tiny pussy. She looked up and Matt was smiling and watching her very closely. She smiled and said, "Okay, that's enough, let's fuck that ass!" She pulled Matt's dick out of Jo's pussy and lined it up with her ass. "Spread your cheeks." she said to Jo. She didn't even ask Jo if she was ready. She knew that (1) Jo was ready and (2) as a fuck slave she had no choice. She again held Matt's dick with her left hand and pushed it down against Jo's asshole. Matt leaned as she guided him in and with a little push the head popped inside. Matt moaned and Jen said, "Wow, that looks so fucking cool! Okay, honey, pound that ass until you cum in it!" "Oh, fuck!" Matt said, and he started fucking that ass, his dick going all the way in and back out. Jo just kept moaning. Jen stayed in position and watched it closely. Matt's dick was going into that asshole so easily. She was amazed at how it clung to his dick as it went in and out. She had never seen anything up this close and was really enjoying it. But she was going to send Matt over the edge quickly. She knew that with that tight ass and it being a new woman and the newness of this whole situation, he wouldn't last long. She also had seen how he reacted to dirty talk. "That's so fucking hot, Matt. Look at how your hard cock is disappearing into that strange woman's ass. You don't even know her and you are fucking the shit out of that tight little brown hole. Oh, baby, cum for me." And Jen reached behind him and ran her fingers up under him and grabbed his balls. Matt went off. "Oh, fuck yes. I'm going to cum... ugh... here I cum... cumming in that ass, baby..." and he unloaded what felt like a tremendous load of cum into that ass, gripping Jo's left hip tightly with his left hand, and his right now resting on Jen's head. He stayed there for a few seconds, savoring the feeling of having had his first anal sex, having it be with a strange woman, and doing it as his wife directed it and "fed" this woman to him. It was un-fucking-believable! "Are you ready to pull out?" Jen asked Matt. "Yeah, I think so." Matt said. He slowly inched back and his dick popped out past Jo's sphincter with a wet "Plop". Some cum immediately ran out and down towards Jo's pussy. Jen was still in charge. "Okay, slut, there is cum running out of your ass and I don't want cum on my clean kitchen floor, understand?" "Yes, Mistress. Mistress, may I eat your husband's cum from my ass?" "Yes, my pretty little slave. You are doing a good job. I want you to eat anything that comes out of your ass." Jo reached behind her and scooped up anything that she could feel was running down from her ass and brought it around to her mouth. She licked and swallowed it. She repeated it until she could feel no more. Jen watched, enraptured, as she was still very fucking horny. She loved the way that Jo had no qualms about any of this. Jo was completely at home being a submissive fuck slave. Jen looked over at Matt's dick and realized that it was also dripping cum. She smacked Jo on the ass and said "Hey slut, you also need to clean up my husband's dick and the floor where he dripped a little." Jo rose up, turned around, and kneeled down before Matt. She immediately took his dick into her mouth and sucked on it. Then she took it out and licked all around it, down to his balls to ensure there was no more mess. Jen watched closely. Then she pointed at the floor with her foot and Jo lowered herself to the floor and licked up the small drip of cum there. When she sat back, she looked at Jo and said "Thank you, Mistress, for letting your husband fuck my tight little ass, cum in it, and let me clean up all the cum." Jen smiled, watching this sexy little minx play this game up. "You're welcome. Now go into the bathroom and clean yourself up." Jo left the room and Jen said to Matt, "Well, how was your first ass?" "It was fantastic, but I'm still in shock over this, Jen. Until yesterday, we had never even tried something like this, and now you let me dominate you a little yesterday and I come home to find you dominating a woman whose ass you offer to me. Holy fuck!" Jen stood up and started undressing. "Well, you better still be able to perform for your wife, because after what's been going on around here, I'm so horny I'm going to fuck that cucumber if you don't get it up in a few minutes!" Just then Jo returned and Jen looked at her beautiful naked body. Maybe she could have sex with Jo at some point. She was not disgusted by it, in fact she was a little turned on by the thought, just not right now. She needed some time to think about it. And mostly she needed a dick in her pussy right now! Once she was undressed, Jen sat up on the kitchen table where Jo had just been and spread her legs. She started playing with her pussy, which was so wet, it needed no further stimulation for sex. "Jo, you are such a fantastic little ass-fucker, now show me what you can do with your mouth and get my husband's dick hard again." "Yes, Mistress." said Jo. Matt was in heaven. His wife, who was drop dead gorgeous, was laying back on her left elbow on the kitchen table, putting two fingers of her right hand into her cunt and finger-fucking herself. Meanwhile, a beautiful little babe named Joanna was on her knees sucking his cock back to life. And she was damn good! "Oh, yes. Suck my cock, baby" he said. "Worship that cock!" Jen suddenly yelled. "I want that cock hard now, you little bitch, or you get paddled!" Matt had never heard his wife talk like that and in combination with the little bitch sucking his rod, he was hard in no time. "That's enough." Jen said. "I need that cock in my pussy now. Slave, bring his cock over here and put it in my cunt." Jo complied, leading Matt by his dick over to Jen. She guided it towards Jen's pussy and watched as he buried it all the way in on one stroke. Matt groaned. Jen immediately threw her head back, fell back flat on the table and said "Oh, fuck, Matt. I'm going to cum so fast. I've been horny all day and I need it now. Rub my clit!" Jo smiled as she stood on the left watching. Matt looked down at his dick going in and out of Jen's pussy. He started to put his hand down on her clit, but Jo stopped him by grabbing his hand. She winked and put her hand down on Jen's clit and started rubbing. Jen moaned. Suddenly, as if she could finally tell that it was a woman's soft hands massaging her clit, she looked up and stared at Jo. "You little pussy lover. You just couldn't wait to get your hands on me, could you! You little fucking tramp, if you are going to do it, then do it! Rub that clit, pinch it! Take your other hand and rub my tits. Come on, slut. Be the fucking bi-sexual fuck toy that you are. Make me cum!" She stared at Jo wild-eyed. Matt was flabbergasted. He couldn't believe this was the woman he had known since the 7th grade. It also made him hard as a rock and he started pounding Jen with his dick. His pounding met Jo's hand as she worked on Jen's clit. He watched as he pounded his dick into her and Jo rubbed Jen's clit and tits. Jo started pinching the nipples and Jen moaned and started thrashing even more. She was ready to explode any minute and Matt knew he could cum soon, too. Suddenly, Jo was there. "Oh, fuck... fuck me... rub my clit you fucking whore... pinch my nipples... oh, fuck... I'm cumming... ugh... I'm cumming... fuck... fuck... OH, FUCK!!" She came so hard that she arched her back at least a foot off the table. Jo slowed down rubbing her clit and nipple stimulation and Matt let her finish cumming and finally collapse back on the table. When she did, Matt looked up at her. She was panting heavily, her eyes closed. Her entire chest was red, with a light shimmer of perspiration. She looked more beautiful than he could ever remember. The Awakening Ch. 05 Her View Have you ever looked at an RV, a car or a new house and thought "wouldn't it be cool to break this place in?". And then the sales person leaves the room and you are tempted to take advantage of the time alone? I used to wonder what that would be like....now I don't have to wonder, I know, and it is so fucking hot I will never forget it. Sam answered an ad for a guy who said he would show an apartment he was trying to rent; and he would do it while in the nude. At first when Sam told me about it, I thought it sounded weird, but on the other hand it definitely caught my attention. Sam did a little corresponding with John, and after some thought we decided we would like to check it out. We made an appointment for John to show us his apartment the following week. Of course, that next week was way too far away for me to wait to be able to be with Sam. It had been a very long time since I was able to taste him and feel him and I was VERY ready to have him. And, I got the impression that he was just as interested in spending a little quality time with me (thank goodness!!!). I had the afternoon free so we decided to get together and have some fun. That same morning, Sam had sent an email to John with some pictures of me. John responded with his address and that he would be showing the apartment that afternoon if we wanted to stop by and check the place out. Having no other concrete plans, we thought we just might stop by to check it out; kind of a quick look around to be prepared for the following week. I truly didn't think John would be there when we arrived and figured we would just see the place at the time we originally agreed to. When we got out of the car downtown I wasn't even nervous. Imagine my surprise when we walked up stairs and John was there. Of course, Sam was totally smooth as always. I was so nervous I thought I had swallowed my tongue. John was waiting for a couple of people to come look at the apartment but he was interested in talking to us. His first comment to us was how rare it was to find a real couple answering an ad, and he stepped back welcoming us in. We followed him in as he showed us the apartment. It was kind of strange looking at it and commenting on it all the while knowing what our intent for that apartment was. We weren't looking to see if the bedroom would fit our furniture or if the kitchen's layout was correct, but instead we checked the privacy and the view that we could make. As I checked out the lower drawers, I felt the eyes of both Sam and John checking the view under my short skirt. As we checked out the lighting in the living room, John and Sam talked about the view I presented in front of them. We heard a knock at the door and John excused himself to do his first showing. Before he left, he had asked if we were nervous and before Sam had a chance to answer I blurted out that I was a little nervous. John just smiled at me and told me to relax. As he showed the perspective tenant the available cupboard space, Sam and I talked about the character of the older home and admired the craftsmanship of the woodwork. When he was done showing the apartment, Jeff came back to talk to us some more. He was asking us what kind of things we were into, exhibitionism, voyeurism, that kind of thing. We talked a little about being into exhibitionism and how he came to place his ad. As he was talking I became more comfortable with him. We were just talking right, nothing to be nervous about. During this time, John's second potential tenant arrived and took her short tour of the very small apartment. When John finally showed her out, he locked the door behind her. This made me a little nervous, but Sam seemed to be fine with it so I just went with that. John seemed pretty open and sure of himself and talked so easily about the stuff we were doing. Just like Sam. Me, I am always waiting for lightening to come and strike me down right there in the presence of the two men I am thinking about fucking. Well, one I am thinking about fucking....the other one I am planning on fucking over and over and over again. In the course of the conversation, John again told me to relax as he sensed my nerves. He seemed so comfortable himself. He and Sam talked like they had met at some function and were very comfortable making small talk. John told us that when he received the pictures Sam sent him he thought they were from the internet rather than being of me. He also commented on how good I looked. I could tell he was trying to ease my mind. In the process of the conversation, Sam and I stuck in little tidbits of information for John. Things like how my comfort was the driving force and how making praising comments to me helped build my self esteem. John seemed to be a pretty quick study and put these tips to use quite quickly. As the conversation wound down, John asked if we wanted to do a little showing off for him to watch or if we wanted to just keep it to a meet and greet. He added that he had a towel and some lube in the car if we were interested and he would be happy to watch. Of course, I completely locked up again. Sam, the man who never loses his cool, just reached over and pulled me close and started kissing me. Now this was not just any kiss, the passion in Sam's kiss was fairly exploding from my nerve endings and had to be obvious to John. With only a small pause in his kisses, Sam told John he might want to get his stuff from the car. John fairly ran out of the room and to his car. While John was gone and Sam was kissing me I was getting so hot. I was thinking of how much I would enjoy hopping up on the kitchen counter, pulling Sam between my legs and rubbing against him while I came over and over again. As I was thinking this and sliding myself up on the counter John returned. He suggested we move to the carpeted floor in the living room where we might be more comfortable. Sam took me by the hand and led me to the living room where he started kissing me and rubbing my tits. As Sam was undressing me, I looked over and saw that John was also was getting undressed. As Sam unbutton my shirt and started sucking on my nipples, John was making comments about how beautiful my breasts were. I focused on Sam mainly, as I usually do, because it gave me courage and made me so hot that I become more comfortable about myself. Occasionally I would look over and watch John, seeing his cock rock hard for what he was seeing and watching him stroking his cock slowly as he watched. As Sam undressed me John would talk to himself, or maybe to us, about what he saw or what he liked. Sam sat down and I moved in to suck his cock. I was between Sam's legs with my ass in the air and me legs spread so that John would have a pleasant view of my ass and my pussy. By the sounds John was making he was very much enjoying the show. I could hear him stroking his cock as the Vaseline he was using lubricated his stroke. As I stroked Sam's cock with my mouth John commented about how great it looked and he asked me if I liked the taste of Sam's hard cock. Without taking Sam's cock from my mouth, I replied to him that I liked the taste very much. John commented again, something about me giving Sam a blow job and Sam responded that I was very good at giving blow jobs. I could hear Sam's unsteady voice and I knew that he was being overcome with the feelings of my tongue on his cock as I slowly slid up and down the shaft with my lips. After a little while Sam whispered to me to ask me if I was ok with John touching. I said yes and continued to kiss and touch Sam. As I enjoyed Sam I heard him tell John it was Ok to come up and touch my pussy. I felt John come up behind me and I felt his hands exploring my pussy. He was tentative at first, touching very lightly. But as I continued to suck on Sam's cock, John began to pump his fingers in and out of my pussy and I started cumming. I know how much it turns Sam on to have me cumming while his cock is in my mouth and that made me cum even more. Sam was caressing me and kissing me and massaging my nipples and reaching down to caress my clit and I just kept cumming. It felt very, very good. We took a short break and as I sat back next to John I took his cock in my hand and began rubbing it. The entire time my hand was on his cock, his hand was on it also. I didn't know whether to think it was because it just felt good for him to have both hands caressing him or if it was his way of trying to protect himself a little since he didn't know anything about us. Sam asked John he had a condom with him. John said yes, but seemed very uncomfortable. After some thought he said that he wanted to just watch on our first meeting. Being the consummate hostess, I told him that was fine as Sam lay me back and moved between my legs. I knew this was going to be a great moment. I so enjoy it when Sam goes down on me and I very much was looking forward to feeling him sucking on my clit. And he so fucking made me scream. Sam moved my lips apart with his hands and took my clit in his mouth. He sucked on my clit and then licked it as he looked up at me from between my legs. He placed his chin against my pussy and he worked my clit with his mouth until I was screaming for him. As he was making me cum in one, very long, continuous orgasm, I was watching John. I was looking at his face and watching him stroke his cock and watching his cock stay very hard for what he was watching. John leaned closer to me and started to gently caress my right tit. It was the only time he had touched me other than to rub my pussy. And as I came and came and came, John watched my face and I looked into his eyes. Sam reached up and took my left nipple in his fingers in an attempt to show John what happened when my nipples were touched a little bit harder. Sam rolled my nipple between his fingers and the intensity of my orgasm increased as he stroked his tongue in and out of my pussy. Even with the additional suggestion from Sam, I did not notice that John made any changes. Eventually it came to be the time I had to have Sam's cock in my pussy and I remembered how Sam had told what a hot sight it would be to watch me while I rode a man's cock. With this in mind, I moved on top of Sam as he lay on his back slowly slid down his cock. I rode Sam until I came again. Sam reached around and grabbed my ass spreading my cheeks to make a nicer view for John. I could hear John moving around to get a better view and I could hear him commenting and telling Sam to fuck me with his cock. It was a little strange to have so much talk going on. It makes me very hot when Sam and I talk during sex, but it was so different to have that third view as given by John. We rolled over and Sam fucked me some more, again it felt amazing. I could still see John moving around to make sure that he had a good view and I was thinking how cool it was to have him watching this live porn. I took Sam's cock in my mouth and started sucking on it again and I could feel John touch me once more, very gently, though he did not do more. I think he was reluctant to do anything without knowing it was OK and I am not sure he wasn't a little overwhelmed by the whole show. I am pretty sure that Sam and I blew his mind that day. We took a final break and talked for a few minutes. John had said that this was the first time he had been so close while watching. He talked about wanting to see women in public who were scantily clad and Sam shared some stories about what has happened when we have been out together. Finally, Sam and I left the apartment to finish what we had started. We talked about what had happened that afternoon and I got hotter and hotter knowing that Sam had not cum yet and I was going to have the opportunity to make him cum. In the back seat of the car, Sam told me he wanted to have his cock in my mouth while I came and he proceeded to make me cum over and over again. The man knows my body so well and makes me cum so very easily. I was amazed that I was still that sensitive to what he was doing to me and I can't tell you how great it was to hear him telling me he was cumming and to swallow his cum. As we sat back talking about our afternoon, I commented that I still can't believe we had done that. This was the closest I had ever been to being picked up. I liken it to it being a little what it would be like if we had been out somewhere and by chance ran into someone and invited him to join us for some fun. And it just amazes me that we had a casual encounter like that. It was definitely another Penthouse Forum afternoon. You know, that makes me think.....maybe I should consider writing about some of our adventures and submitting them somewhere like Literotica.....nah....no one would believe it anyway. No one but me....and I will never forget. The Awakening Ch. 05 His View I answered an ad from a guy that wanted to show a vacant apartment in the nude. He had included a couple pictures of his cock and it looked like it would be big enough for Sadie to enjoy or at least to look at. When the day came around, we met John at the apartment. He said he had a couple people to show the apartment to but we were welcome to stick around. I thought it was interesting that he had commented about finding real people after running an ad. We have always seemed to find real people, guess our luck has just been good. We walked around the apartment and John talked to us in between showings. He seemed confident and easy going. I could tell Sadie was a little nervous so I tried to keep her occupied with small talk. After the last person left, John came back to us while we were in the kitchen and we started talking about the issues of being a landlord. Pretty soon John asked if we wanted to do a little showing off for him or keep it just a meet and greet. I was ready to go but Sadie and I hadn't talked about it yet. I pulled her close and kissed her, I figured if she wasn't comfortable with the idea it would give her a chance to say so. She kissed me back very passionately, so I figured she was good with the idea. I told John to go get his bag of tricks. John left and was back in a flash, I'm sure he was quite turned on by the fact he was going to get to see Sadie in action. He had already commented about how beautiful she was. We started kissing and I was rubbing her tits through her shirt as John was beginning to get undressed. John commented we should move into the living room for our comfort. We walked into the living room and I kept kissing Sadie, I could feel her passion in her kisses. I started unbuttoning her top and turned us so she could see John better and he could see her better as well. As I opened her top, John commented on how beautiful her tits were and I knew he was enjoying himself. I had looked over my shoulder and saw his cock getting hard. I continued to kiss and undress Sadie, as I slid her skirt down I heard John catch his breath as he finally got to see her whole figure. I know what treat that is! As I undressed, Sadie took my cock in her mouth and started licking and sucking it. It didn't take long for it to get nice and hard (she so knows how to suck my cock). I moved around and sat with my back against the wall, Sadie moved in between my legs and started sucking my cock again. Sadie had her ass in the air and her legs spread, I know what a great view of her pussy that affords and it only took John a moment to move in for the view! John was talking to Sadie about sucking my cock and asking if she enjoyed and she replied she did. I told John that she was very good at it. John was stroking his cock and watching Sadie's ass and pussy. I pulled her up and kissed her and I asked her if it was ok for John to touch and she said yes. I told John he could play with her pussy if he wanted to and Sadie moved back down to my cock. I couldn't see what John was doing, but I could feel Sadie cumming and I knew he was doing something good! I leaned forward and reached down to Sadie's pussy, I wanted to be sure her clit was getting plenty of attention. I felt John's fingers rubbing up to her clit and then back down to her pussy, I spread her pussy open a little further so her clit would get more attention. It was interesting that John didn't freak out and pull his hand away when our fingers met. The man we shared with previously, Kyle, always moved on to something else if we were both in the same area at the same time. We sat back and John was continuing to rub his cock. I motioned for Sadie to reach for his cock. She started rubbing it and it was so hot to watch. John's cock appeared to be reasonably long and when Sadie was rubbing it he kept his own hand on it and rubbed it also. It looked like Sadie could hold his cock in her hand and still have at least four inches uncovered. I enjoyed watching her stroking his cock and he seemed to enjoy it as well. I asked John if he had a condom, I was hoping to watch Sadie fuck him while she was sucking my cock or watch him fucking her. I so wanted her to have a big enough cock to be able to enjoy it, rather than worrying about it slipping out all the time. Nothing against Kyle, he did really good giving her head but he was lacking in the cock department. John seemed to get a little uncomfortable and said he would rather just watch the first time. I was a little disappointed but figured it was his loss! Sadie seemed a little confused as well but seemed to take it in stride. I lay Sadie on her back and moved down to give her some head. I know she enjoys it because she just keeps cumming. And besides, it would give her a chance to watch John some more and I know she enjoys watching a man stroke his cock for her. As I was making her cum, John moved in close and started rubbing her right breast very gently, I reached up and started playing with her left nipple, rubbing it and pinching it between my fingers. Sadie started cumming all over again. It is so nice to make her cum like that! I watched as John moved to a position where his cock was right over Sadie, not a foot from her face. I could see Sadie staring at his cock while he was stroking it. I was wondering if he was going to cum on her but he didn't. I wondered how she would have reacted to that, but I figured she would have been ok with it. She is so hot and not much shakes her up when she is enjoying herself. Finally I couldn't wait any longer, I wanted to have my cock buried in that sweet wet pussy, and of course Sadie was fine with accommodating that. She moved up and straddled me. She took my cock in her pussy and started stroking it so nicely with her pussy. I reached around and grabbed her ass and spread her open a little further (I so know how nice that looks, she has such a sweet ass and pussy), and I knew it would be a nice view of her riding my cock from head to base! John had been making comments all along about how good it looked, I don't know if that was for our benefit or his, but I knew he was enjoying what he saw. I rolled Sadie over on her back and fucked her. It always feels so good to stroke my cock in and out of her pussy. I pressed my legs forward rolling her hips up for better access for my cock, and I'm sure it didn't hurt the view. As I was fucking her I was thinking about if I should cum or not and thought it would be nice to cum in her mouth when we were alone so I backed off to wait for later to cum. It can be so hard not to cum in her all the time, she is such a good fuck! I looked over at John and his cock was still nice and hard, I was surprised he hadn't cum yet but then again, neither had I. I was thinking that might be a good sign that he had some control as well; in case we decided to meet up with him again he should be able to give Sadie a good fucking too! We sat there for a bit, naked on the floor. Sadie was sitting so both John and I had a good view of her pussy, she had her legs spread and I could see the lips were open a bit and there was such a nice view into her pussy!. Finally we started to get dressed. As Sadie was getting dressed I asked her to leave the panties off and she did. When she finished dressing, she was standing there looking so good! I asked to see her pussy and she lifted her skirt. Her pussy looked so nice. The lips were still swollen and so was her clit. I noticed John had missed the view so I asked her to show John. He turned right away and she lifted her skirt again showing off that sweet pussy. I saw John staring at it. She is so HOT! That was definitely a Kodak moment, her lifting her skirt showing off her pussy and another man staring right at it, both of them smiling.....it was HOT!!!! We got in the car and drove to our favorite place. I don't remember if Sadie caught the eye of anybody else but she sure had me mesmerized! When we got settled in the back seat she started sucking my cock while I was playing with her pussy. I wanted to feel her playing with my ass and just as I started playing with hers she got the hint and started on mine. It felt so good feeling the pressure in my ass while she was sucking my cock. I couldn't tell how far in she was so I asked and she told me her whole finger was in my ass. It felt so good to have the pressure in my ass while she was sucking my cock, I had never really experienced it before. A little on a limited basis before but she had been hesitant to go very far. When I started feeling that I was close to cumming I asked her to move her finger around so I could feel it more. I could feel the pressure increasing and it was great. As I came I thought I would never stop. The feeling of her finger in my ass as I was cumming was overwhelming. It was GREAT! I was hoping I had been able to make her cum some more but I had been so focused on what was happening to me I lost track. I so enjoy doing what we do together. It's so hot being able to show her off and knowing it turns her on is great. Then being able to enjoy her body is the best part of it all! The Awakening Ch. 05 "That was fucking great, Jen." Matt said. He started to slowly move in and out of her again, but she put her hands out to stop him. "No way, I'm too worn out. Just pull it out and lay it on top of me." She turned to Jo. "Okay, cum receptacle, suck and swallow." Jo smiled as Matt pulled out his dick and she immediately went to work on his dick. "That was a fantastic fuck, honey." Jen said. "I think I'm going to like my new fuck toy. She will do anything I tell her. I bet she can suck dick like a Hoover, too, huh?" Matt groaned. Again, the visual stimulation was amazing. He was standing at his kitchen table, his wife was laying there, all fucked out while the stranger was sucking his dick over his wife's stomach and cleaning up all his wife's pussy juices. Oh, fuck, he was going to cum again. "I'm gonna cum... in her mouth... oh, fuck, yeah!" Matt exclaimed. Jen pushed him even more. "Cum in that slut's mouth, baby. I want you to fill her up. Make her swallow all your delicious cum. C'mon baby, cum for me." And Matt did. He came with several large spurts and filled up Jo's pretty little mouth until it was almost overflowing before she could swallow. Jo purposely let a little dribble onto Jen's stomach, just above her pussy, hoping to be able to clean it up. "Ugh, you little fucking bitch." Jen said, grabbing Jo by her hair. "I told you to swallow all of it, and now you've dribbled it onto me. Lick that shit up now!" Jo tried not to smile. She let Matt's dick slide out of her mouth and she started licking Jen where the cum had hit her, about 2 inches above her lovely pussy and on the edge of her small strip of pubic hair. As soon as her tongue made contact with the skin, Jen moaned and her body trembled. "Oh, shit, that's sensitive." Jo became bolder and while licking that spot, quickly swiped her tongue down across Jen's clit. Jen went ballistic. She grabbed Jo's hair with her left hand and lifted it up. She slapped her pretty hard across the face with her right, startling Jo. "You little fucking slut! You couldn't wait to get your mouth on my beautiful pussy, could you?! You had to try to push it. Well, I've got news for you, you fucking whore. I'm gonna use you up. Get between my legs." Matt moved. He was completely flabbergasted by this whole afternoon, and now it was getting more bizarre. Jo took prime position between Jen's legs. "Now stick out your tongue. You will leave your tongue out while I use it to masturbate, understand?!" "Yes, Mistress." Jo said quietly. She had a large handprint on her left cheek. "Tongue out!" Jen commanded. Jo complied. Jen then took Jo's head between her two hands and rubbed her whole face and tongue over her pussy. She just used Jo like a large rough hand to masturbate with. "Don't you move!" Jen reminded Jo. She starting moaning, knowing that this was going to be a very good orgasm. She felt in such control and it made her feel wonderful! "Oh, fuck, I'm going to cum. Yes, here it comes. Don't move, slut. I'm going to cum on your face.... Ugh... ugh... oh, fuck... yeah... oh!" and she came, the first jerk so hard that she almost rose into a sitting position. She kept jerking and jerking, continuing to rub Jo's face all over her cunt, trying to keep the constant contact of Jo's tongue and her clit. Finally, Jen stopped and picked Jo's head up from her crotch. "Well, bitch, what do you say?" "Thank you, Mistress, for using my face to fuck yourself. I really enjoyed having my face buried in your pussy." Jen sat up shakily. She was really spent now. "You are one fantastic little fuck toy. You are MY fuck toy, right? I am your only Mistress, right?" "Yes, Mistress Jen, whatever you desire." "Get dressed." Jen said to Jo. And then Jen got up to get dressed, too. Matt was still in shock, but it was a dick-hardening, completely satisfied shock. He watched as the two beautiful women dressed. He had loved every minute of the sex, and was just standing there, basking in the whole show. "Uh, Matt, honey?" Jen said, looking up as she was mostly dressed. "I think maybe you should get dressed, too." Matt dressed while Jen said good-bye to Jo. She took her home and cell phone numbers down. Matt smiled at that. He was already imagining what might be on the agenda for their next get together. When Jen came back to him, he hugged her and said "Who are you and what have you done with my wife?" Jen smiled. "I can't really explain it, Matt. One minute I was having a drink with her and the next I had her on the floor on her hands and knees fucking her with a carrot and a cucumber. I loved being in control." "I could tell. I didn't mind at all. I was surprised that you asked me to fuck another woman and let her suck me off." "Don't worry. As long as I am the one making that decision, you can fuck whomever I say, okay?" "No problem there." Matt said. He looked down at her beautiful face and ran his hands over her ass. "You are fucking beautiful and beautiful when fucking. I love you." "Hmmm." Jennifer purred in his arms. "You'd better!" she said teasingly. Coming next: Chapter 6: Jen flexes her muscles. The Awakening Ch. 06 Chapter 6. Jen flexes her muscles. The following day was Sunday and Jen and Matt took it easy. Jen said she was sore in places where she didn't know she had muscles. For some reason a couple places on her sides, where she no longer got much exercise since she quit playing sports, were stiff and sore. Her pussy lips were a little raw from forcing Jo all over them while holding her head against it and fucking herself with Jo's tongue. Matt smiled as they discussed it. "I'm not sore anywhere" he said jokingly. "Okay, smart ass!" Jen responded, "if you want some more ass, be good!" Matt laughed. "Yes, dear." he said snidely. They relaxed the rest of the day and most of the week, but on Thursday, Jen started getting really horny again. She woke up thinking about sex and must have had a dream she couldn't remember, because she was determined to attack Matt before work. Alas, it was not to be. He came out of the shower and started rushing around because he remembered that he had an early meeting. So she stripped, threw a robe around herself, and went downstairs to call Jo on her cell number. It would have to be fast, but it would have to do. "Hello?" Jo said sleepily. "Hello, Jo. This is Mistress. Do you have any toys?" "Yes, Mistress. I have several." Jo said, starting to awaken. "Grab them and get over here right now. Don't bother getting dressed, just run over here with them. Immediately!" All Jo heard was click. She watched out the window and she saw Jo, who lived about 6 townhouses away, come rushing toward her house in a small, tight shirt and sleeping shorts that looked like boxers. Too bad Jo didn't sleep naked, Jen thought to herself. That would have been interesting for the neighbors. By the time Jo got to her house, Jen was standing there with the door open. "Good morning, slave. How are you doing?" "Fine, Mistress." Jo looked disheveled and was carrying a small bag. Jen held out her hand to Jo and Jo gave her that bag. Jen looked at what was inside. There were four items. They consisted of: a small vibrator a couple of inches long; a medium sized dildo that looked like a real dick; a very large dildo, probably 10" long and very large in circumference; and a small item that looked like what Jen assumed was a butt plug. Jen then pointed toward the den and said "Assume the position". Jo seemed to immediately know what this meant and went toward the den. Jen followed her. Once there, Jo took off her shirt, no bra was underneath, and then her shorts, no panties either. She got down on all fours and bent over, placing her head on the floor and sticking her ass up in the air right in front of the couch. Jen sat down and patted Jo on the ass lightly. "Good girl. You are a very good slave slut. Unfortunately, I'm not going to fuck you with any of these this morning. I'm so horny I can't wait. I want you to reach up and start playing with your cunt. Then I want you to take this oh-my-god-humongous dildo and shove it in there until you cum." Just being in control was an aphrodisiac for Jen, and she didn't need that much this morning. Jo started playing with her cunt without raising her head, running her fingers through her slit and rubbing her clit. Jen placed the enormous dildo next to Jo and picked up the medium one for her own use. Jen pulled her robe open and started to rub her tits and pussy as well, watching intently as Jo did the same. She started copying Jo's movements. When Jo rubbed her clit, Jen did, too. When Jo finally placed the large dildo at her pussy entrance, so did Jen. Jen slouched down and put her feet up on the couch beside her to make sure she had easy access to her overly wet and horny hole. Jo was slowly working the big one into herself, but Jen decided she couldn't wait to copy that and just started pounding her pussy with the one she had. She rubbed her clit with her left hand while she furiously fucked herself with the dildo in her right hand. She was so wet, she could hear the squishing sound her pussy made and she fucked herself. She could fell the orgasm building and tried to continue to watch Jo fuck herself, but after just a couple of minutes she threw her head back and had a major orgasm. She couldn't stop fucking herself with the dildo and kept shoving it in and pulling it out until she could take no more. Her breathing was ragged and her robe underneath her pussy was getting soaked, but she still kept up a slow in-and-out movement. It was just too enjoyable. She looked back over at Jo and Jo was only getting about 6 inches of that huge "weapon" into her pussy and she could tell she was trying to get to an orgasm, too. Jen decided to finish her off, so she reached over and slapped Jo's hand out of the way. She removed the enormous dildo and took the medium sized one out of her own pussy and shoved it all the way into Jo's. Jo moaned and said "Oh, fuck. Thank you, Mistress. Please fuck me until I cum." "Cum quickly, my little dildo lover, because I have to get ready for work." Jen said. "Me, too, Mistress." Jo responded. Jen started shoving the dildo in as far as she could and pounding Jo's pussy. She kept this up for a couple of minutes. Then Jen dipped two fingers deep into her own pussy to get them really wet. She had never penetrated another woman but decided that being in control was such a turn on, that she had to do it. She took her fingers out of her own pussy, dripping with her juices, and placed them against Jo's ass. Jo moaned again. Jen then worked the two fingers into Jo's ass while not relenting on the pussy-pounding she was giving with the dildo. Jen loved it. The first time she had physically penetrated Jo was making her whole body tingle. She could definitely get used to this. "Oh, fuck, Mistress, I love a little morning ass play." Jo said. Jen smiled and kept it up until Jo had a body-shuddering orgasm. As soon as Jo calmed a little, Jen removed her fingers and asked Jo. "When do you have to leave for work?" "Not for an hour and a half, Mistress." Jo said, not picking her head up yet. Jen grinned and stood up. "Good. I'm going to go take a shower and get ready. It usually takes me about 20 minutes since I don't have to wash my hair. During this time you will lay flat on the floor with that dildo in your pussy. Lay down and don't get up until I come downstairs." Jo groaned. "Yes, Mistress." She slowly lowered herself until her stomach was on the floor. Jen stopped. "Did you just voice displeasure with your Mistress?! You little fucking cunt!" Jen walked back over to Jo and slapped her ass, first on the left cheek and then on the right. Both were hard enough to leave a handprint. "Don't sass me when you're my slave. Your ass, as well as the rest of you, is mine!" Jen got a fantastic thrill out of smacking her, and that was the hardest she has smacked her yet. "Yes, Mistress" Jo said back, trying to sound very apologetic. Jen left and went upstairs to get ready. She finished in about 20 minutes and came back downstairs. Jo was still there on the floor. "Okay, my pretty little slave, you can get up now." Jo slowly got to her feet. She was a little stiff. Jen went directly to Jo and very lightly kissed her on the lips, surprising Jo. "You'd better hurry home and get ready. Hope you have a good day." Jen reached down and cupped Jo's pussy. "I'll keep the toys for now." Jo got dressed and left. Jen went to work. Later that morning about 10am, Matt sent Jen a text saying that his meeting went well and he was going to take a long lunch. He wondered if she could get away at 11am for about 2 hours. Jen had nothing high priority going on and confirmed immediately. Then she got a nasty thought. She had put the butt plug in her purse and thought she might make some use of it. She called an old high school friend who worked in the mall to make some "special" arrangements. Then she called Jo. Jo answered quickly. "Yes, Jen?" Jen figured someone was around if she wouldn't say Mistress. She didn't want to mess with her too much at work (at least not yet!), so she let it slide. "Are you busy?" "Not really. Most folks are going out to a luncheon soon, but I was going to go shopping. I'm heading for the mall." There was no need to say which one. They all lived and worked near the largest area mall. "I'll meet you there. What time and where?" "How about at the Macy's entrance from the parking garage, say 11:15?" "Perfect." Jen said. "I'll be there." She sent Matt a text saying to meet her there, not telling him that Jo would be there. He said yes and Jen could already feel her anticipation on what to do next building. She was going to have fun with this! When Jen got to the mall, Jo was waiting. It was only 11:10, so they had a couple of minutes to wait for Matt. Jen leaned in close to Jo, gave her ass a quick squeeze, and whispered "Hello, my little slave girl." and grinned. Jo looked around and hesitantly said, "Hello, Mistress." Jen backed off and said "So, Jo, what are you looking for today?" "Just some general shopping for underwear and bras." Jo said, watching Jen carefully, knowing that Jen was waiting to see if she uttered "Mistress". Jen smiled broadly. "That's wonderful! We will have a very good time shopping for bras! I know just where to go." Jo eyed her suspiciously, and smirked. "Yeah, I guess we will." Just then Matt came in and came over to give Jen a quick hug. "Hey, honey, how are you today?" Jo was surprised and stuttered. "M... Matt. W... what are you doing here?" Matt looked at her questioningly, then at Jen. "I didn't know it would be all three of us. What's up?" "I just forgot to tell you guys." Jen said, smirking at Jo. Jo frowned a little, trying to look a little put off. Jen continued. "We are going bra shopping and I wanted a man's opinion about a couple of them. Oh, by the way Jo, I see that you have a very nice skirt on, without hose. I think that means that your panties are easily reachable. I want you to step behind that rack of clothes and take them off and hand them to me." Jo smiled. She knew as soon as she saw Matt that this was coming, but she was already getting a little turned on. Just as long as Jen took the decisions away from her, she knew she would do whatever she was asked. She stepped behind the rack and skinned off her nice black thong. She came back out and handed it to Jen. Jen put it to her face and smelled it. "Hmmm. I think you smell wonderful today. What do you think, Matt?" Matt took the panties and sniffed. " I agree, honey, just wonderful." Jen said to Matt. "Honey, why don't you hold on to them while we are shopping?" Matt put the panties into his jacket pocket and as he did so, Jen grabbed a hand of both Jo and Matt and said "Okay, folks, let's shop!" Jen led them through Macy's at a pretty quick pace and out into the main mall. She turned and led the group directly to Victoria's Secret. She looked at Jo when they got there and said, "A little pricey, but we're worth it, right? Let's each get a few so that we can go to the changing room." And she led them to the bras. Jo went to one aisle to find her size while Jen gathered a few for herself at another. Jen was pushing 34C and Jo was only a 32B. Finally, Jo seemed to have a few, and Jen was waiting for her to head to the changing area. When Jo did, Jen followed right behind her. "There's nobody here since they just opened, so head for the large changing room." Jen said to Jo. There was always one larger stall than the rest and Jen wanted to get her and Jo in the same room. "You can sit out here, Matt." she said as she pointed to the obligatory waiting chairs. Jo entered the changing stall with Jen right behind her. Jo knew that Jen was going to come in with her, so she didn't even flinch. They both started to try on their first selection. Jen watched Jo carefully, and vice-versa. Once they both had a new bra on, Jen said to Jo. "Let me see." Jo turned around toward her. "Hmmm. It looks very nice." Jen checked the tightness of the straps and then put her hands under it and cupped Jo's tits, lifting them and letting them drop. They were so small, they didn't drop much. "Seems to fit pretty well." Jo stared at Jen, not knowing how far Jen would go with this. Jen had not reacted well to Jo's first attempt to have sex with her, but Jo was willing to do anything for this beautiful woman, her Mistress, and wanted to have sex with her in the worst way. "Feel mine." Jen said. Jo wasted no time in cupping and feeling how Jen's breasts fit into the new bra. She ran her hands up to them and did the same cupping motion. They felt wonderful and Jo could feel herself getting excited. Jo ran her fingers across the nipples and was rewarded with instant hardness. Jen slapped Jo's hand playfully and said mockingly, "Don't get too fresh, missy. I have something for you." With that, Jen reached into her purse and took out the butt plug. "Okay. Bend over and lift your skirt." Jen put the butt plug in her mouth, wetting it as much as she could. Jo stared at it hungrily. She was getting turned on by all this and wanted sex so she immediately turned and bent over, lifting her skirt up onto her back. She could feel the cool air on her ass and pussy, and then Jen's hand on her lower back. Finally, she felt the butt plug being inserted until it popped past the largest part and settled nicely into her ass. Oh, fuck, that was hot! Jen watched it go in easily. She smiled. Jo's little brown hole had expanded easily over the thick part of the butt plug. Jen ran her hand down over Jo's pussy, just barely parting the lips. She had been anticipating this for quite a while and was getting worked up herself. She was immediately turned on by it. She also noticed that Jo's pussy was already starting to get wet. Jo moaned. She asked Jo to stand up and then went to the door and opened it. She looked around. "Matt, can you come in here for a sec to check out these bras?" Matt was there in two seconds, hoping that all three getting together meant that they were going to "play" a little. Once Matt was in the stall and the door was closed, Jen led him to the corner seat and then pulled Jo in front of him so that they were both facing him. She put her arm around Jo and said "Well, what do you think about these bras?" But before Matt could answer, Jen continued. "On, never mind, you don't care about bras. But how about this?" She grabbed Jo and turned her around. Then put her hands on her back pushing her forward so that Jo knew she was to bend over. Jen bent her over and pulled her skirt up over her ass. "Now that's a pretty sight, isn't it?" She ran her hands over Jo's ass, coming to the butt plug, which she twisted and moved around a little. "This plug here is probably turning her on a lot. Her pussy is already wet, see?" Jen ran her hands down over Jo's pussy and through her gash, getting them wet , and holding them up for Matt to see. Jen held out her fingers for Matt and he immediately sucked Jo's juices off them. Matt sat back in wonder. Last weekend he had a momentary thought that he was in hot water when his wife first found that porno DVD, and now she was displaying her "slave" in front of him, running her hand over the slave's pussy, and offering her pussy-juice-coated fingers to him in a mall dressing room. He was hard instantly and without being told he stood and starting taking his pants down. "Somebody's very turned on by this, Jo." Jen laughed a little. "But I think we need something else." She grabbed her blouse and with a quick flip of her hair and skirt, turned toward the door and started to leave. "Matt, I want you to sit there and wait for me. Jo, you will stand there playing with your pussy. You two are not to touch each other while I'm gone." Jen left the stall and Matt and Jo did as they were told. Jo started playing with her cunt. She was very turned on by all of this. Matt sat there and started stroking his dick. It was so hard he didn't think he could sit and take much of this. Jen was on a mission, however. She went over near the closest check out area, where there was a young man, probably about 19, who was talking to the saleswoman. She smiled and winked at the saleswoman and grabbed the young man's hand. She led him toward the bras, turned him and said "Did Suzy tell you that I need your help with something?" She had not bothered to button up her blouse; she was just holding it closed with one hand. As soon as he nodded, she said "Look at this!" She pulled her blouse open and showed him her fantastic tits encased in a beautiful lace bra. "I need some help with my lingerie selection so come with me to the dressing room." He followed her like a lost puppy, having gotten the scent of tits and ass. Jen burst back into the stall, startling Jo and Matt, who looked up at her, both appearing to be in agony over not being able to touch each other. She could see that Matt's dick was leaking pre-cum and that Jo was almost flogging her clit to get to an orgasm. "Both of you stop!" she commanded. They did. She led the young man into the stall, his eyes going wide at the sight of the other two. He stopped and looked and Jen grabbed his arm and propelled him over in front of Jo. "Slut, say hello to ... What's your name?" Jen realized she didn't know his name. "Jack" he said quietly. "Well, Jack, this is my personal slut, Jo, and that is my husband Matt. We needed a fourth for bridge and you looked available." Jen said with a smirk. Matt smiled, but the other two did not appear interested in her little jokes. "Okay, slut, take his pants down and let's see what we have to work with." Jo reached out to do so, but the young man stopped her. "I don't think I can do this." he said. "Nonsense." said Jen soothingly. "We just need a little assistance this morning." Then with more forcefulness, she said "Now drop 'em." The young man complied and as his pants hit the floor, Jen smiled broadly, Matt just stared, and Jo giggled. He was wearing a pair of black silk panties. And his boner was obvious. "Oh, my. I see you are quite interested in women's lingerie, aren't you?" Jen said. The young man was turning three shades of red. "My girlfriend likes me to wear her panties." He looked stricken as he realized what he just said. Jen grinned. She walked over to him and grabbed his shoulder, turning him around. She ran his hand over his ass, feeling the silk right in front of Jo's face. Jo licked her lips and Jen said "Hmmm. Not as good as Matt's, but a fine, young ass, don't you think, Jo?" Jo nodded, staring at it right in front of her. She had been told to stop fucking herself, but she didn't think she could hold off much longer before she had to have an orgasm. Jen spun the man back around. She reached down and cupped his package. Matt was staring at her. He knew that she had only fondled a couple of other boys back in high school before they started going out, and here she was fondling a guy's dick in front of him. Jen then kneeled and skinned his panties down and his cock, already hard, jumped out, almost hitting Jo in the face. It was an average sized dick, about 6", nothing spectacular, but it was right there, right now, and Jo stared at it, wanting to suck it and fuck it. Jen looked over at Matt and saw how he was staring at her overt actions with this young guy. She looked directly at him with a smirk as she ran her right hand down to the young man's dick and stroked it right in front of Jo. "What do you think, Matt? Should we let Jo suck him for a while?" "Ugh, sure." Matt said, still lightly stroking his dick. He was mesmerized by this scene. Jo was still bent over in front of him, both hands on her knees now as she was getting tired of that position, her beautiful ass and pussy on display with a butt plug in her ass. There was a young man, who had been wearing black silk panties standing almost directly in front of Jo, but posed just enough to the side by his wife so that he could see her stroking his dick. Shit! His wife was stroking this guy's dick and all he wanted to do was strip her clothes off and fuck her lights out! The Awakening Ch. 06 "Come over here Matt." Jen said. Not removing her hand from Jack's dick. Matt stood up and slipped his feet from his pants that were down around his ankles. He wanted this to last, but he was starting to get a little worried about the fact that they were in a store fitting room. He was a little afraid that somebody would come and check on them. As he reached Jen, she reached out and grabbed his dick as well. She pulled him over in front of Jo, and pushed Jack around a little so that she was in the middle jacking both of them off toward Jo. Jo looked up and he could see nothing but pure lust in her face. He didn't say anything though, leaving Jen to run the show. Jen looked down at Jo. "What do you think? Want to have a blow job race? See who can make their dick cum first?" "Whatever you want, Mistress." was all Jo said, but her face belied her desire to attack a cock, any cock, as soon as possible. "Okay. Jack move over a little more. Jo kneel down and suck Matt's cock." Jen positioned Jack just to the side of Jo and Matt moved forward and Jo immediately kneeled and took his dick into her mouth. She was ravenous and he moaned at the contact. She immediately ran her tongue around the head and then ran her mouth over the entire thing and slurped back out to the tip. Matt stared as Jo started his blowjob, but he was also amazed as he saw Jen kneel in front of Jack and, after looking at his dick closely, looked up at Matt as she took it in her mouth. He saw Jack jerk and moan as she did so. Matt did as well. He was getting a fantastic blowjob from Jo, but couldn't take his eyes off Jen giving a blowjob to Jack. He knew she was getting very good at blowjobs and he was shocked to see her sucking another man's dick. But he was also very turned on by this blowjob swapping thing. By now Jo was running her tongue down the underside of his dick, and slobbering all over his balls. She licked and sucked on his balls and then ran her tongue back up the underside, making sure to go slowly on the most sensitive part just under the head, and then sucked it back into her heavenly mouth. Jen kept looking at Matt. She took her mouth off Jack's dick, which was hard and soaked with her saliva. "So, honey, how's your blowjob? Do you like getting one from my slave slut while I give head to a stranger?" She saw him groan and knew he couldn't hold off for long. She grinned and then renewed her attack on Jack. Jo was desperate to cum herself and began rubbing her clit while she sucked Matt's dick. She wanted to fuck something, right now, but couldn't. Suddenly Jack started moaning and although he wasn't vocal, it was obvious that he was going to cum. Jen yanked Jack's dick out and said to Jo, "Take your mouth off Matt's dick and suck the cum out of this one." And she pointed Jack's dick at Jo. Jo barely managed to turn before Jack's dick erupted. She got the first shot across her cheek, but she got her mouth over the head to get the rest of his cum. "Swallow Jack's cum, baby." Jen said as she rubbed Jo's back and reached down to twist the butt plug. Jo groaned and kept swallowing until Jack had been milked dry. Matt watched it all wide-eyed, his own dick almost ready to spew all over Jo. When Jo was finished and Jack backed off, Jen looked at him and said. "Okay, Jack, you're dismissed." She sounded like a school principal dismissing an unruly student. "Yes, maam." Jack said. He pulled up his pants, buckled them, and quickly disappeared out the door. Jen looked back at Jo and Matt. Jo had been paying attention to the interaction between her and Jack and was just now getting back to Matt's dick. Jen walked behind Matt, and started rubbing his ass, talking to both he and Jo. "Fill that slut's belly with your fucking cum. Come on, baby. You can spew as well as any of the guys I've seen on that DVD." She continued as she reached down and started fondling his balls. "You just watched me blow a stranger until he was ready to cum and then I put it in this beautiful little slut's mouth to swallow. Now, she wants to add yours to her stomach. Jo, take it all, but don't swallow everything. Just hold it in your mouth 'cause I want to taste it, too. C'mon honey, do it now!" And she reached down between Matt's legs and started teasing his anus. That put him over the edge. Matt had been holding it back for so long that the release was wonderful. He could feel Jo running her tongue around the head and sucking on the tip. His wife was playing with his balls, and he had been ready to cum for 15 minutes. He finally said "Oh, fuck, here it cums, baby!" and he started jerking and jerking into Jo's mouth. Jo was trying not to swallow, but had to swallow the first couple of spurts because it just kept coming. Matt had built up more than she could handle. Finally, he finished and he slowly pulled his dick back. Jo kept her mouth full of a couple of spurts worth. "That was great, Jo." Jen said. "Now come up here and give me some of my husband's delicious cum." Matt watched intently as Jo stood up slowly, her legs a little shaky, and stood in front of Jen. Jen leaned forward and kissed her, opening her mouth for the cum swapping. Jo and Jen both groaned and starting kissing each other hard, swapping what cum was left. Matt thought he might get hard again watching this. Jen backed off. "Wow, that was great." She turned to Matt. "Honey, your cum tastes fantastic from Jo's mouth. But now I'm horny and my slave and I both need to cum." She got a thankful look from Jo and a questioning one from Matt. "Jo, get on all fours. Honey, you get behind the cum slut here and eat her to an orgasm. I want my little bitch here to eat me to one." Jen lay on the floor, pulled up her skirt showing that she had not been wearing panties, and Jo immediately buried her face in Jen's cunt. Jen threw her head back and moaned. "Oh, fuck yeah. That's what I need. My little oral slut needs to make Mistress cum hard. Do it, baby. Fuck me, suck me, and make me cum on your face." Matt got behind Jo and looked at his target. With her head down, her beautiful little ass stared up at him with a butt plug in it and her soaking pussy lips on display. He ran his fingers over the butt plug and pulled it out. Her ass gaped a little before closing. He ran his hand over her gash and realized that he was getting hard again. He sank two fingers into her dripping cunt to get them very wet. Then he ran them around her ass to get her asshole wet. He was going to fuck her ass again, so he got behind Jo and started feeding his cock into her. She moaned into Jen's pussy, but didn't relent. He got it all the way in and started pumping slowly, enjoying the tightness. Jen loved what Jo was doing. Jo was attacking her pussy and ass. She would shove her tongue into her pussy hole, fucking her with it, and then lick up over her clit, which made Jen jerk a little each time it happened. Then Jo would go to her ass, lick around it, try to push her tongue into it, and start over again on her pussy. God, she was dripping and needed to cum badly. Finally, she just grabbed Jo's head and used it once again as a masturbation tool. She just forced Jo's head into her pussy and ground it against her clit, completely covering Jo's face in juices. She could feel Jo's head moving like she was being fucked. She figured Matt must have gotten hard again and was fucking Jo, but she didn't care about anything but her own orgasm at that moment. After a few minutes, Jen finally came. It was a fantastic release and she held Jo's head as still as she could with Jo's tongue on her clit while she jerked and released her female cum. Her clit was extremely sensitive and whenever Matt would pound forward, Jo's head would move a little and that little movement was exquisite torture to Jen. It made her orgasm so much better to be dragged out like that. She finally relaxed and released Jo's head. Jo was so glad when Jen finished cumming, because she had been unable to fully concentrate on the ass-pounding that Matt was giving her. She reached up between her legs and started mashing her clit, knowing that she was close to orgasm. She loved being controlled and was so worked up that it only took a couple of rubs and she was cumming like crazy. She tried to be quiet since they were in a dressing room, but still moaned loudly as she came. Matt could feel her cum, obviously, because he let up when she started jerking. It was a great release and her legs were shaking from all the bending, kneeling, and fucking. Matt could see Jen relax and then feel Jo get off quickly after. He was staring directly at his wife's soaked, gaping cunt as he felt Jo get off. He looked down and watched his dick going in and out of her ass and could see and feel her muscles contract on his dick. He pumped a couple more times and then held her by the hips very still as he pumped her ass full of his cum. "Okay" Jen finally said, starting to get up. "I think we should get dressed and get something to eat. I really worked up an appetite with that!" Everyone smiled and got dressed. They had to wipe each other down, too, with all the cum and juices that were spread around. They left the bras there. When they were leaving, Matt and Jo got a surprise. As they walked out, they went past the saleswoman in that area. "Thanks." Jen said to her as she passed. She shook the young woman's hand and pressed what looked like a $20 bill into it. "Your little boy toy was nice, too." Matt and Jo shared a surprised smile as they left the area. Coming next: Chapter 7: Jen goes wild! The Awakening Ch. 07 Chapter 7: Jen goes wild!- That evening, Jen brought up the day's earlier activities in the mall. "Matt, were you shocked when I started sucking Jack's cock?" She said it vulgarly, knowing Matt enjoyed her dirty talk, but still not sure about his feeling toward her having sex with other men. She knew that men could be a little jealous about that. Matt thought about it. "I was flabbergasted. I had never even thought about you doing something like that. When you first started doing it I was in shock, but I had been hard for so long I couldn't think straight with Jo sucking my dick." "I don't know what has come over me." Jen said. "Suddenly, I can't concentrate on anything else but what to do next with my sex life. I'm horny all the time. And I find myself attracted to women, too. Am I losing my mind?" Matt considered what to say. He loved his wife, so he didn't want to be harsh, but he was feeling a little jealous. "I don't think you are losing your mind. I don't know exactly what to say. I can say that I don't know if I'm ready for you to have sex with other men. I was conflicted when I saw you sucking Jack. I know you have let me fuck Jo, but I'm still a little protective of you, I guess. I also like the way you directed things, but I don't want to be controlled too much. I really liked it when I was in charge that one day. Are you okay with that?" "Hmmm. I guess I like it a little when you are in charge, but I really get off on being in charge of the sex and having everyone do what I want. Can you live with that?" "Yeah, I think so. I think we need to discuss some of it before you just bring some stranger in, like you did with Jack. I was pretty shocked." Jen smiled. "But that would ruin the effect of being in charge, wouldn't it?" "No." Matt responded. "It wouldn't for me. You would still be in control of the situation; I would just be prepared for whoever was joining us. Now, what about when I want to be in charge of my little slut wife?" Jen grinned. "I am becoming a slut, aren't I? I didn't think I would ever like to hear that, but now it turns me on to think that I love sex so much. What's the harm? I just love to have sex and make other people have sex. Hmmm. I think I like being called a slut... only in private, of course." Matt laughed. "Okay, my little slutty wife, what's next?" Jen looked thoughtful. "I'm not sure. I'll think of something. In the mean time, you could think of something for when you want to be in charge." "Okay. I'll do that." When Saturday came, Matt had arranged to go over a buddy's house once again to watch some football games. Jen stayed home, but was not idle. She immediately called Jo and her friend Suzy. She invited them over for some "girl-time" and asked them to bring their toys. They accepted immediately. Suzy arrived first and they opened a bottle of wine. Suzy was a curvy beauty, about 5'4", with nice tits and ass. She always complained about a little extra weight around the middle, but most guys never got past talking to her tits. Jen and Suzy compared notes on dominating someone for sex. Jen had really only dominated Jo and Suzy had only dominated Jack to this point. They both loved being in charge, but not doing anything that really involved pain. They were both into just being in control, and making the person go outside their comfort zone on some things. Suzy told Jen that it was a couple of months ago that she started making Jack wear her panties each day after she had worn them. She had also had him expose himself in public a couple of times and had even made him eat her pussy at a restaurant. Jen was intrigued by all of this, but their conversation was interrupted when Jo arrived. As soon as she arrived, Jen realized what she wanted to do that day. She gave Jo a glass of wine and let her sit and talk to Suzy for a couple of minutes, then said calmly. "Jo, assume the position." Suzy watched closely as Jo stood up, went into the den, removed her clothes, and kneeled down in front of the couch, her head on the floor and her ass up in the air. She loved it. Jen and Suzy sat on the couch so that both were in reach of Jo's ass. Jen reached out and ran her left hand over Jo's ass, then down across her anus and pussy. "Doesn't she have a beautiful ass and pussy?" she asked Suzy. From the other side, Suzy ran her right hand over it and said, "Oh, yes. It looks good enough to eat! It feels so smooth, she must have it waxed." Suzy bent over and ran her tongue across Jo's asshole. Jo flinched and moaned. "You know," Jen said, "I have never eaten pussy. I've only had a slight taste on my fingers. I think it's time I did that." Jen stood up and started removing her clothes. "Oh, yes" said Suzy. "Who's do you want first?" Suzy emphasized the word "First" so that Jen would understand that she wanted Jen to eat her out, too. She also started taking off her clothes. "Suzy" Jen said, "did you bring that strap-on you were telling me about earlier?" "Oh, yes. I brought it. Do you want me to put it on?" "Not yet, but there will definitely be some fucking going on here later." Once undressed, Jen asked Suzy to sit on the couch. Suzy sat down and scooted forward, putting her ass on the edge, and opened her legs. Jen knelt in front of her and looked at her pussy. It looked very small. She was completely shaved, and with the outer lips still closed, it didn't look big enough to fit anything larger than a pencil. Then, when Jen ran her fingers down the slit, the outer lips slowly opened like a blooming flower to reveal the already moistening and pink inner lips. She stared at it and looked up at Suzy. "Well, what do you think?" Suzy asked her. "It's beautiful. Let's give it a try." Jen leaned forward. She got a good whiff of the smell of Suzy's pussy at that point. It was different than the smell of her's and Jo's. She tentatively stuck out her tongue and touched it lightly to the center of Suzy's pussy. She licked lightly and then tasted a little moisture on her tongue. She liked it. She leaned in a little more and licked from the bottom of the pussy to the top, dragging her tongue across the clit. "Hmmm" Suzy moaned. "C'mon sweety, eat my pussy like you mean it!" Jen grinned and turned to Jo, who was still in 'the position'. "Jo, get behind me and eat my ass and pussy while I'm doing Suzy." Jo quickly scampered behind Jen. She had wanted to have free rein over this woman's cunt for some time. She was going to devour her. Jen leaned back into Suzy's pussy and started licking in earnest. She licked up each side of this new delicious cunt, dragging her tongue up and over the clit. She pushed Suzy's legs back so that Suzy could hold them in place, completely opening this new treat for her. Jen then started really getting into it. Jo was slowly tongue-fucking her asshole and had two fingers buried in her pussy, so she had to concentrate to work on the twat in front of her. She stuck her tongue into Suzy's pussy as far as she could, her nose coming to rest on Suzy's clit. She then ran her tongue up and onto Suzy's clit, lightly sucking on it. She looked up at Suzy, who had her head back; eyes closed, pulling on her large nipples. Jen found that she really liked seeing the pleasure she was giving Suzy, and she loved the attention Jo was giving her pussy and ass. Jo was now slowing licking Jen's ass and pussy while rubbing her clit. Jen kept up her attack on Suzy's pussy and even started running her tongue down around Suzy's asshole. She was finding herself completely overtaken with lust at the act of eating pussy. Of course, it helped to have someone eating her as well. She stuck her middle finger into Suzy's now soaking pussy and got it real wet. She pulled it out to align it with Suzy's tight little brown hole and aimed her index finger at the pussy hole. She pushed. Suzy moaned and rolled her hips back to make sure Jen had plenty of access to both her holes. Jen started finger fucking Suzy in both holes and then started sucking on her clit. Suzy started moaning and Jen picked up the rhythm of the finger fucking. Finally Suzy went off. "Oh, fuck, Jen. You learn pretty fast. I think I'm gonna cum. Oh, fuck... yeah... fuck... yeah, just like that... oh, fuck... here I cum, baby... fuck... FUCK... FUCK!!!" Suzy thrashed under Jen's attention and was in the throes of a major orgasm. She even squirted just a little and Jen felt it roll down her chin and index finger all over her hand. She kept up a light sucking until Suzy pushed her away. "Fuck, girl, you're good. I guess having a cunt means you know how you like it, and I like it that way, too." Jen looked up and smiled. She didn't answer, but just removed her fingers and leaned forward. She moaned and placed her head right on Suzy's shaved cunt, turning her head to the side. Since she had gotten Suzy off, she was focused on the approaching orgasm that Jo was giving her. Jo had a finger in her ass, too, and was sucking every drop of pussy juice out of her. The woman was a human vacuum cleaner! Finally, without uttering a word, but just moaning with her eyes closed and her face reflecting her tight concentration, she came hard. She jerked several times and Suzy held her head lightly, watching closely. Finally, Jo felt that Jen was done with her orgasm and removed her face and fingers. Jen immediately rolled over and collapsed on the floor. "Shit, Jo, you are good. Why did I ever stop you from doing that?" She smiled at Jo. Jo grinned back. "I don't know, Mistress, but I will do it whenever you want. You have a great tasting pussy." Jen laughed. "You are an ingratiating little slut, aren't you? Well, if everyone is satisfied for now, how about some snacks and some more drinks?" They all agreed. After they sat and talked about the latest movies they had seen and books they had read, Jen had an idea that she wanted to work on. It was the reason that she asked Suzy to bring the strap on and for Jo to bring her toys. Jen turned to Suzy. "Put on your strap on and let's have some fun." Suzy dug it out of her bag and worked the straps until she put it on. Next Jen turned to Jo. "Do you have that nice life like dildo?" "Yes, mistress. I still have that dildo." "Get it out. And while we're at it, has either of you ever been double penetrated?" Suzy looked at her and smiled. "No, I haven't. Jo?" "Oh, yes, I was double- penetrated once, but the guy in my ass had no dick to speak of, so it wasn't all that thrilling." Jen looked at the two of them. "I want to try it. Suzy, you get on the floor and I'll ride your dick and then Jo, you get behind me and fuck me with that dildo." The two women complied. As soon as Suzy lay on the floor, Jen crawled over top of her to mount the strap on dick, but turned toward Jo first. "Jo, come suck on this dick and get it wet for me." Jo crawled over and sucked on it like she was giving a blowjob. She made sure she slobbered all over it, leaving it wet and glistening. Jen just loved Jo's tight little body and mouth, so fucking hot! Once the 'dick' was wet, Jo lowered herself slowly, easily impaling her pretty little cunt on the 7 inch fake dick. She could see Suzy watch closely as her pussy lips opened up to accept it. Suzy smiled and looked up at Jen, that tight supple body lowering itself onto her fake dick. She loved that view. She could see that Jen's cheeks and chest were a little flushed. Her tits were so fucking nice and bouncy. She reached up and pinched one of the nipples, prompting a moan from Jen. Then she watched as Jen's inner lips finally accepted the last of the dildo and she was sitting pubis to pubis on top of her. Jen could see that Suzy loved watching this. She leaned over and mashed her tits against Suzy's, briefly kissing her on the lips. She found that she really enjoyed mashing her tits against Suzy's. It was interesting to feel soft tits against soft tits. She rose up a little and started bouncing up and down on the dildo and then felt Jo put her hand on her. She could tell that Jo wanted her to be still for a couple of seconds, so she stopped, still slightly bent over. Then she felt Jo rub some lubrication over her ass, slowly working first one and then a second finger into the tight little hole. It felt good to have her ass played with. Finally, she felt Jo's dildo slowly being pushed against her asshole. She tried to relax and finally she felt the head pop in. Once it popped in, Jo kept up the pressure and pushed until about 5 inches were buried. Jen moaned. She felt so full with a dildo in each hole. She loved it! It made her feel crude, nasty, and wanton. "Oh, fuck, I love this feeling!" Jo laughed. "Me, too, mistress!" Jo held the dildo in place while Jen started slowly rocking back and forth, dragging the two dildoes in and out of her pussy and ass. Jen kept rocking, rocking, getting close to a very fast orgasm. She knew that just the thought had made her hot and horny, and now she was experiencing it. It felt fantastic. She closed her eyes and moaned, her movements causing the dildoes to go in and out, and also causing her clit to rub against the bottom of the one on the strap on. She opened her eyes and looked at Suzy. Suzy was smiling at her and suddenly put her hand down, pushing between them, searching for her clit. She tilted her pelvis a little to allow Suzy room to do so. As soon as Suzy hit her clit and gave it a couple of tweaks, her orgasm washed over her. "Oh, fuck... fuck... cummmmmminnggggg!" Jen jerked and moaned and jerked. Jo loved watching it from her end. She could see Jen's asshole clenching around the dildo she was holding and she could see her beautiful cunt split open underneath it with the strap on dildo buried there. She watched as some of Jen's cum eased out around the lips of her cunt. Yum! She wanted to taste it. Suzy looked up at Jen and smiled as Jen settled down. Jen smiled back and leaned over, crushing Suzy's lips with a strong kiss. Suzy loved it. Jen finally relaxed and finished kissing Suzy. "Wow, that was something. I need to call Matt!" Jo extracted the dildo from her ass and Jen leaped off Suzy to grab the phone... and almost fell over. "Whoa! Fuck. I'm dizzy!" She grabbed the counter to keep from falling over. Suzy laughed, but Jo immediately starting sucking the strap on dildo and licking all of Jen's juices off it. When Matt answered, Jen knew exactly what she wanted. "Hey, baby. What's going on over there with football?" "Not much. All the games are laughers. Why?" "Well... I was thinking. I have a couple of friends here and I thought you might want to come home, and bring John with you." There was a slight pause. "John? Why?" "C'mon, Matt. You know why. I heard he has a large 'member'." Now there was a longer wait. "We'll see. I don't want to talk about this right now." He hung up. Jen turned to her friends. "Damn! I think Matt is a little unsure of bringing John back here. I heard that he has a big dick, and I think he is worried about me having sex with him. Matt's not small, but I think he's still a little jealous about seeing me with another man." Suzy and Jo said nothing, just looked at her. "Okay, let's take a break and have some alcohol. We'll find out soon enough if he's bringing John back with him." She sauntered into the kitchen and got some more drinks and brought them back. All three stayed naked while they drank. It was only about 15 minutes later that they heard the garage door go up. Jen looked at the other two. "Let's just sit here naked and see what happens." The kitchen door opened from the garage and Matt came in. He could see into the den sitting area and saw the three naked women. He stopped and his eyes widened. He stopped so suddenly that John almost ran into him. He moved forward enough to let John in behind him, but he was very cautious. "Jen, what the fuck?" Jen stood up and walked over to Matt. John watched her every move; her nicely bouncing tits with large protruding nipples, her gorgeous legs, and her pussy with its little landing strip. She went to Matt, pulled his head down and gave him a deep, wet kiss. "Hey, baby, aren't you glad to see me?" "Uh, yeah. Ummm. What's going on here?" "Well, me and Jo, who you know, and Suzy, who you saw at the mall the other day, were just fucking and sucking each other and wanted some dick. So we called and asked you to come home and bring another cock." She turned to John. "Hello, John. It's good to see you again. These are my fuck-buddies. Jo is my slave and Suzy is a friend. Do you want to stay and join us?" There was a long blank period. Matt just stared, moving his gaze from the women to John and back. John stood, mouth agape, trying to take in the scene. Finally, John spoke. "Uh, well, if Matt doesn't mind, I'd love to stay. But I won't do it if he doesn't want me to." Matt and John had known each other since the third grade. Matt knew John would back him up anywhere and now he saw that he wouldn't let him down here. If Matt was too uncomfortable with him here, he'd leave. The three women shifted their gaze to Matt. Matt finally relented. "Okay, I guess it's okay if you stay." The three women turned back to John. "Okay. As long as Matt thinks it's okay, I'll stay." "Yippee!" Jen leapt into Matt's arms, wrapping her legs around him and kissing him. It required him to reach around and hold her up by her delectable naked ass and the movement was not lost on John, who was staring at this and the other two hot naked babes. Jen finally got put down and turned and grabbed Matt by the hand. "Let's go into the den and get more comfortable." She looked over her shoulder at John. "You, too, John." She led Matt over to the middle of the room, both men following her gorgeous ass. "Okay, girls, I'm gonna strip Matt, you two strip John." Matt looked over at John. John just shrugged his shoulders and smiled. Matt could see that he was overjoyed at the prospect of these two naked beauties stripping his clothes off. Matt looked down and watched as Jen got his shoes out of the way and started dragging his pants down. She soon had him naked from the waist down. She kneeled in front of him. "Hello, Mr. Cock. You look like you are ready for some action. You're already chubby and getting real hard." She reached up and stroked it. Matt moaned at the way Jen spoke to his cock and then stroked it. He was now hard as a rock. He looked over at John and John was now completely naked and he did indeed have a pretty good size cock. He was not shaved, but trimmed closely, like he was, so that it made everything nicely visible. It was not that much larger than his, but it was longer. Suzy and Jo were already enjoying giving it a few licks. Jen decided to take charge before the other two got out of control. "Okay, girls, leave him alone. John, come over here to the middle of the floor and lay down." He stepped over and lay down, his cock laying up against his belly and looking to be about 8" now that it was fully erect. It was about the same size around as Matt's, but just a little longer. "That really looks good. Suzy, get one of the condoms out of your bag and give it to me." Suzy retrieved the condom packet while everyone else stood around. Jen kneeled down and ripped open the packet. She reached down and grabbed John's cock and gave it a few strokes. "Yum! This looks good." She then proceeded to roll the condom down over it and John moaned as he watched his best friend's wife sheath his throbbing dick. Matt couldn't believe how his wife was acting. She was definitely a total slut now. He was a little jealous, but his dick was hard as an iron bar and aching for attention. He couldn't take his eyes off her actions. Finally, Jen looked up at everyone. "Okay, Suzy, kneel over here next to John. John, you have to just lay there and take it, baby. I think you can handle it. Matt and Jo, kneel over here at his feet." Everyone got into the Jen ordered positions, nobody questioning it, just hoping for the sex to start soon. Jen then got to her feet and stood over Matt. "Suzy, hold that dick up so I can get a feel of it." Suzy held it straight up and Jen lowered herself until her pussy hovered right over it. She bent down and put her hands on his chest, squatting over his dick. Suzy bent over and looked to ensure she had it pointed right, and then Jen started lowering herself onto it. She moaned and slowly lowered her already wet pussy all the way down. The Awakening Ch. 07 Matt was flabbergasted. He watched closely as Jen started lowering herself onto John's dick. He could see her pretty little asshole winking at him. Her pussy stretched slowly and accepted John's dick. His wife was fucking his best friend! Fuck! He wanted to scream no, but he bit his tongue because of the way she was letting him fuck other women. It made him jealous and horny and confused. He knew that she had let him fuck Jo, but was still unsure what this would mean for the future. "Oh, fuck! I love a good hard dick." Jen exclaimed as she started riding it. She looked down at John. "Just lay there and be a good fuck toy for us and you'll get your nut." She rose and lowered her hips, fucking John for only about 30 strokes. Then she suddenly stood up, John's dick coming out and slapping up against his belly. He gasped a little at the suddenness of it. "Okay, guys, what I really want is cum. Suzy, get on this dick reverse cowgirl and ride it for a while. John, you tell us when you are close." She kneeled between John's legs while Suzy got up to get on the dick. She turned to Matt and Jo. "Jo, get on all fours. Matt, start fucking Jo in the pussy, but do it slowly. I want to see it and I don't want you to cum until after John does." They all complied, happy to be fucking at last. Suzy had now mounted John and Jen watched as her pussy accepted his dick. Once she was fully seated she leaned back an little so that everyone could watch his dick disappear into her lovely shaved pussy. "I love watching a dick disappearing into a nice wet pussy." And then she leaned in and licked the mating couple from John's balls to Suzy's clit. "Yum! You guys taste good." She turned her head to watch as Matt was slowly fucking Jo. "That a boy, honey. Fuck that hot little cunt. I'm gonna enjoy this!" Jen turned back to Suzy and John. She reached up and pinched the rock hard nipples that Suzy had. Suzy groaned. Jen started squeezing John's balls lightly and teasing the skin just under them. Then she ran her hand up to Suzy's clit and started lightly pinching it. Since they had been having sex all day, Suzy was ready to burst with another orgasm. "Oh, fuck. Keep pinching my clit... right there, baby... oh, fuck." She was moving up and down as fast as she could and let Jen keep her hand on her clit. Her eyes were closed and she was ready to cum. "Now, Jen. Now!" Jen started rubbing Suzy's clit real hard and she came, jerking all over the place, almost losing contact with John's dick. Finally, she settled down. John was still pushing up with his hips and was getting close, too. "I'm almost there. I'm ready to cum!" He announced it with a thrust into Suzy and she squealed. "Hop off, Suzy." Jen commanded her. Suzy hopped off and Jen grabbed the throbbing dick. She peeled the condom off and started stroking John. He was thrusting his hips and finally started cumming. "Fuck, I'm there!" He thrust up and the first spurt went up into the air and landed on his belly. Jen kept jerking it until after about three spurts she leaned over and sucked the spasming cock into her mouth. She kept it there and he moaned as she sucked the last of his spurts out and ran her tongue over the head. He came a few more spurts and Jen raised up. "Yum! I think I'm in love with the taste of cum." She looked over at Suzy. "Okay, baby, you take over and clean up this mess." Suzy just smiled and leaned over and started licking the cum off John's belly and cleaning his dick. John moaned at the sensitivity of his dick. Jen turned back to Matt and smiled. He had stopped fucking Jo, just holding her against him with his dick buried in her. He had been shocked to see his wife suck his best friend's cock while it was cumming. She smiled. "Sorry, hun. I'm just such a little cum-hungry slut right now. I had to taste it." She turned back to see that Suzy was done with John. "Okay, John. We don't need your dick any more. You can go." He looked at her strangely. "What? No, I don't have to leave. I can stick around." He was definitely upset at being dismissed. "No, John. We just needed a stunt dick and now you can go. We are almost done here. Good-bye." John stared at Jen like she had three heads. Then he looked over at Matt. Matt just shrugged his shoulders in that 'What are you gonna do?' style. John got up and got dressed. He then went over to the kitchen. Before exiting the door, he looked back. "Listen, if you ever need me again..." Jen interrupted him. "Thanks, John. We'll call you." As soon as the door closed, Jen and Suzy started laughing. "Did you see the look on his face?" Jen was imitating it for them. "He looked like he lost his puppy." Then she turned back to Matt. "Okay, baby, I want to eat my first cream pie, so fill up that little bitch!" Matt stared at her for a second. Things were happening so fast that he was having a hard time absorbing everything with his hard dick in a hot pussy. He looked down at Jo's ass and back. She was a gorgeous little thing, so he decided to go for it. Jen had had a little fun with John, but it had all been done just for sex and with him present. Maybe that wasn't a bad thing. He started fucking Jo again. Jen moved over next to him to talk dirty and turn him on some more. "C'mon baby, fill 'er up! Look at that gorgeous little ass." She smacked Jo on the ass. "Suzy, give him some more visual. Spread your pussy and masturbate." Suzy smiled and complied, seeing how Matt stared at her pussy. "Now watch this, honey." Jen reached down where Matt was fucking Jo and she pushed on Jo's back, making her bend over and put her head on the floor. "Look at that beautiful little asshole. You've fucked that asshole before, but I bet this feels good, too." Jen watched Matt's dick slide in and out and she took her finger and slid it into Jo's ass. Jo moaned. "I can feel your dick. Can you feel my finger? Isn't it cool? I bet Jo would love to be double-fucked. C'mon, Matt, fuck that pussy. Pound that tight little cunt. Fill it up with your cum!" That was the end for Matt. He groaned and started spurting. He thrust and spurted several times and then just left his dick in there for the last few little dribbles. When he was done he started to pull back. "Wait!" Jen grabbed his ass. She made sure that Jo was as far bent over as possible and then she let Matt pull out. "Roll over quickly onto your back, bitch!" She slapped Jo on the ass. "Pull your legs up and let me see that cum-filled cunt!" Jo complied and Matt stared, wondering what was happening with his wife. Jen bent over and slurped Matt's sensitive cock, causing him to jerk at the contact. "Shit! My dick is so sensitive!" She cleaned him up and then turned to Jo. Jen smiled and at Jo looking at how she was laying there. Her legs were spread open and she was holding them back to her chest. Her pussy was still spread open the lips wet and glistening. It was red and swollen and the cum was just starting to ooze out of her visible, recently fucked vagina. Jen leaned over and licked once from Jo's asshole up to her clit. Jo moaned. Jen sat up a little and looked at Matt. "Yum! The two of you together taste pretty good. I love the taste of your cum like this." She bent back over and suddenly buried her face into Jo's pussy. She was licking and slurping and Suzy and Matt just sat there and watched. Finally, Suzy spoke. "Damn, girl. You are really enjoying that pussy. Looks like you love getting cum out of a pussy." Jen rose up. Her face was slick and covered with the combined juices. "Damn, right! This is excellent. It has the aroma and taste of a man's spunk mixed with the sweetness and tang of a woman's cunt. I think I like them both a lot and together they are fantastic!" She went back to work on Jo's wet pussy. Matt stared. He was once again surprised by his wife's newfound wantonness. He just couldn't believe that this was the same woman he married. Jen finally sat back, her face completely wet. "Well, I think I cleaned up that fucking mess!" She laughed at her little joke. Suzy leaned in. "Here, let me help." She kissed Jen and then started licking around her mouth and off her cheeks. Matt started getting hard again. Jo put her legs down and watched Jen and Suzy as well. She smiled and winked at Matt. Jen and Suzy finally stopped. Jen turned to Matt. "So, honey, what do you think of your new slut!" Matt laughed. "Fuck me! I don't know what to say." "You don't have to say anything at all. You just have to put up with me being a slut and bringing home women for you to fuck so that I can eat cream pies." She grinned as she teased him. "Well... I suppose I could get used to that." Matt grinned, too. "I think I need a shower and a nap." Jen stood up. "You want to join me Suzy, or do you need to go?" "I need to get going. I have a date tonight." Matt looked at her. "A date?" He had a hard time getting his mind around her going on a regular date after the fucking and sucking he just saw. "Yeah. This nice looking guy at work asked me out and I'm hoping he's as nice and fuckable as you, Matt." Jen laughed. "Well, if he isn't, come on back here. I'm sure Matt wouldn't mind another pussy. Eh, Matt?" She elbowed him. He put on a big evil grin and put his arm around her. "Well, if you insist." Jen grabbed Jo by the hand and stood her up. "C'mon bitch, I need a shower and you are going to wait on me, scrub me, dry me, and then, if I'm ready, eat my pussy again until I have another orgasm." She looked over at Matt's dick, which was once again chubby and getting hard. "If you take good care of me, maybe I'll let Matt fuck me and this time you can eat my cream pie. I know you love the taste of my pussy." "Yes, Mistress. I love the taste of your pussy." And they went up the stairs to take a shower. Matt watched as Suzy got dressed. Suzy smiled and looked over at him. "I think we've created a monster!" She laughed. "Yeah, but what a fantastic fucking monster!" Matt said. Suzy smiled, said good-bye and left. Matt picked up his clothes and went upstairs, hoping that Jo was taking good care of Jen. Coming next: Chapter 8: Jen goes trolling. The Awakening Ch. 08 After the Saturday afternoon romp things settled down for a bit. Matt let Jennifer know that he didn't want a repeat of that afternoon where she asked him to bring home his friend so that she and her girlfriends would have another cock. Matt felt it was going to make things uncomfortable if they did that with people they were too close to. He was much more comfortable with it being somebody outside their circle of friends. In fact, they discussed going outside of their city. Jen, meanwhile, was becoming enamored with cream pies. She also found that she loved having sex with her friend Suzy and her sub Jo. She loved pussy and the addition of a man's cum made it very interesting for her. She couldn't wait to do it again, but it was a couple of weeks of busy time at work and with family events before she could arrange it again. It was almost Christmas now, the cold winds of December chilling everyone. Jen wanted to go out one Saturday to a bar in the next town that she knew had live music. Matt and Jen had been there before, and it was usually pretty good. Matt agreed and when that Saturday arrived, they got moderately dressed up to go out. Jen was wearing a nice skirt, not too short, but still accentuating those lovely legs and nice, firm ass. Her blouse was silky and not very tight, so it didn't provide much in the way of cleavage or glimpse of her upper body. It was actually fairly conservative compared to her recent choices in clothing. Matt just wore nice Dockers, a dress shirt and a jacket rather than a coat. When they arrived at the bar, Matt knew something else was up because Jo was there waiting and immediately came over to greet them. She was wearing a very short skirt and a low cut blouse. At 5' 1" and maybe only 105 pounds, she was a cute, tiny, slip of a woman, but she could exude sex whenever she turned it on. "Hey, Matt... Mistress." She lowered her voice for the last part, not deeming to make their relationship known to the entire bar. "I have a table over in the corner like you requested." Matt looked at Jen and she explained. "I had Jo arrive here a couple of hours ago to hold a good table." The three made their way thru the bar. The bar had a single row of booths for eating on one side of a u-shaped bar. The other side was much larger and had a small dance floor, small platform for the band, and several rows of tables around the dance floor with the ones along the wall being booths that ran all the way back around the outside of the bar. They approached the table and Matt could see that it was the last booth; back in a corner, kind of out of the way. He looked back and could see the rest of the bar, but whoever sat facing away from the bar in the booth, could not see or be seen. They sat down, Matt wanting to be on the far side, looking back at the bar. The two women squeezed in next to him, leaving the hidden side of the booth empty. Everyone wanted to see what was going on as the bar filled up and got ready for the band to start. The waitress came by and everyone ordered drinks. Once the drinks came, Jen grabbed Jo by the hand and started away from the table. "Be back in a little while, honey. We're going to the ladies and then check out the rest of the bar." Matt sat there, nursing his dark beer. He saw them make their way to the bar. They stopped to talk to some folks and he was curious as to what was happening, but continued to sit there. He lost sight of them for a while and then after about 30 minutes they came back to sit down. They were laughing and giggling. They had no sooner arrived back at the table when a couple came up behind them. Before Matt could do or say anything, Jen was introducing them. "Matt, this is Jerry and Bonnie. We met Bonnie in the ladies room and hit it off, so we invited them back to the table." Jerry was an okay looking guy, probably in his thirties, average height, average build, nothing distinguishable. Bonnie was about 5' 5" tall, with auburn hair, very obvious cleavage showing with a push-up bra and v-neck sweater, and jeans so tight it was a miracle she could get into them. Matt said hello and they sat down. The waitress came over and took more drink orders. Bonnie looked at him in a funny way, but Matt couldn't place it. Finally she looked at Jen. "Jen, are you sure about this?" Jen smiled. "Just a second." She leaned over toward Matt and talked low enough to be masked by the club noise. "Honey, this couple swings and I want to swing with them. That means that Jerry wants to fuck me and I want to fuck him. That also means that you and Bonnie can fuck. Jo, of course, will join in. Are you feeling up to seeing me fuck another man? You know I love you and won't do it unless we both agree on it, so tell me what you want to do." Matt looked into her eyes. "I love you, Jen. I think I can handle it." Jen smiled and leaned back. She looked at Bonnie. "Go for it, girl." Matt looked back and forth between them. "Go for what?" Jen laughed. "Just sit there and try to relax, honey. I have a surprise for you." Then Bonnie slid under the tablecloth and Matt's eyes widened as he felt her slide between his legs. He pushed the tablecloth back so that he could see under it. She came up between his legs and reached for his zipper. "Here... in the club?" Matt said. Bonnie started working his zipper down. Jen spoke. "We met Bonnie in the ladies room and she and Jerry like to play around. I invited them over so that we could all get acquainted. Right now she is going to blow you and Jo is going to blow Jerry. That okay?" Matt looked down as Bonnie shoved her hand into his pants and pulled out his dick. "Uh, yeah." He just stared as she started licking his dick. He looked up at Jerry. Jerry smiled. "She's really a good cock-sucker. She likes doing multiple guys, too. Once she did 6 in an adult bookstore. She loved it." Matt just stared and then closed his eyes as her hot mouth closed over his now completely erect dick. Bonnie looked up at him. "Yum! You have a very tasty, suckable dick." Matt groaned and looked up at everything that was going on around them, nobody knowing that a hot woman was sucking his dick under the table. Then he saw Jo go and sit next to Matt. Since he was in the part of the booth hidden from the club, she just leaned over into his lap and started sucking. Apparently, he already had his dick out. Matt then looked back down at Bonnie. Her wavy, auburn hair was swishing back and forth as she sucked his dick. She looked up to see he was watching and slowly came off his dick. She looked directly up at him as she started at the bottom, as close to his balls she could get thru his zipper, and then licked all the way up over the head. She did it slowly and teasingly. When she got to the top she teased the underside of the head for a few licks and then sucked his entire dick back into her mouth. Damn! She was good! She continued to suck and slurp and Matt knew he wouldn't last long. He looked over at Jerry and he had his eyes closed, his head back against the cushion, and his hand on top of Jo's head as he fucked her face. She was bouncing up and down pretty quickly and Matt could see that Jerry wasn't going to last long either. Suddenly, he felt Jen move next to him in the booth. She grabbed Bonnie's head, pushing up and down on her. "C'mon bitch, suck my husband's dick! He needs to cum once before he takes you back to the hotel and fucks your hot little ass." She turned to Matt and kissed him hard on the mouth. "C'mon honey, give this woman what she wants. She wants you to fuck her face and shoot your hot cum down her throat. She loves having a belly full of cum." Matt was already hot and ready to cum when his wife started talking like that. Then when she kissed him and sucked on his tongue, he erupted into Bonnie's mouth, sending several large spurts of cum into her mouth as she swallowed. He moaned into his wife's mouth as she would not stop kissing him during his orgasm. He jerked and jerked under Bonnie's fierce assault. Finally, he finished and relaxed and Jen could feel it. She released the kiss and looked at him. "Mmmmm. That was amazing. I could feel the tension building and then when you had your orgasm and kept moaning into my mouth, it fucking turned me on. That was great, hon." Bonnie looked up at the two of them. "Yes, it was. I love that first taste of a new guy's cum." She then started backing out from under the table. Matt watched her disappear and then looked at Jen. "Wow! That was so fucking hot. I loved it when we were kissing as I came. Fantastic!" Jen smiled. "Yes, I would love for you to do that to me when I cum for somebody else. It feels wild!" Matt smiled. "We'll see." He looked over at Jerry. Jerry was zipping up his pants and Jo was wiping her mouth. They had finished as well. Jen suddenly looked away and then back at the entire table. "Be back in a couple." Jerry was discussing something with Jo and Matt was just watching the band when his wife came back. "Okay, everyone. Let's go. I have everything set up." Matt looked up at her questioningly. "I have it under control, hon. Just trust me." Matt nodded. They all headed outside where the wind was pretty brisk as the temperature dropped. Jen turned to them. "Okay. I have a reservation at the hotel on the other corner. Matt, you go with Jerry and pick up some drinks. Bonnie can come with me, Jo you follow in your car." The groups split up and headed their separate ways. Matt and Jerry started talking about this in the car. Matt was pretty new to it, but Jerry and Bonnie had obviously been doing it for a couple of years. "Do you ever feel jealous?" Matt was asking Jerry. "Well, I have to admit that at first there was some of that. Eventually, I came to realize that when we did it with couples that we didn't know very well and we did it together, that it was just sex. We never go behind each other's back. I realized while watching her that Bonnie was just having sex, which she enjoys tremendously. She was always going to go home with me. She loves me and I love her and we trust each other. She also had a pretty submissive side that comes out when someone demanding takes charge. She loves being ordered around." Matt smiled at that and didn't mention Jen's predilection towards domination. "I'm still pretty new to this." Matt explained. "I hope I can accept it, because once it's out of the bottle, you can't put it back." They found a store where they could get some beer and wine, but didn't see a liquor store, so headed back with just that. When they were approaching the hotel, Matt called Jen. "We're almost there, what hotel room are we in?" "428." Jen answered and then added teasingly before just hanging up. "Don't take too long!" Matt stared at the phone and then passed the information to Jerry. "Room 428." They parked and got out and found the room with no difficulty. They knocked on the door and a naked Jo answered. She gave a wave of her hand to usher us into the room. "This way, gentlemen." When they entered they were greeted by quite a view. Bonnie was bent over face down on the bed, her hands handcuffed and pulled up over her head in front of her. Her legs were being held by a spreader bar at the ankles and her feet were on the floor. She was naked and Jen was standing behind her, also naked, with a ping pong paddle. She looked up at smiled. "Hey, guys. It appears that Bonnie has quite the submissive side, so we're going to play with her a little. Right now, she needs to be disciplined because she was a bad girl on the way over and kept playing with her wet pussy in my car without permission." The two men stared for a second. Then Jen continued. "Jo, undress the men." Jo came over and started undressing Matt and Jerry. She had their clothes off in no time. During this time, Jen just kept lightly stroking Bonnie's ass. Her ass was raised enough that her asshole and pussy were on display as soon as they moved around behind her to watch. Jen then started her treatment. "Jo, get in front of her, hold her hands and put her face in your pussy." Jo scrambled to obey. Jo tapped Bonnie lightly on the ass with the paddle to get her attention. "Hey, bitch, you'd better pay attention, you got that?" Bonnie shook her head yes without speaking. Jo was already trying to get Bonnie's face into her crotch. "I want you to eat Jo's pussy until she cums in your mouth. While you are doing that, I'm going to teach you a lesson about stroking your wet pussy in my car without permission. You got that?" Bonnie shook her head yes while trying not to lose contact with Jo's pussy. Jo was smiling and loving the attention. Whap! The ping pong paddle, being a nice flat surface, made a loud whap as it struck Bonnie's ass. Bonnie yelped as much as possible into Jo's pussy. Matt felt his dick getting as hard as it had been in a while. He looked over at Jerry and noticed that his dick was very hard, too. Not only that, but he appeared to be completely shaved. Matt only kept his well trimmed. Whap! Whap! Jen smacked Bonnie's ass a couple more times. Each time brought a yelp from Bonnie that was muffled by her muff-diving. Jo just smiled and moaned. Whap! Whap! Jen smacked her two more times. "I think 5 are enough since it was such a small infraction." Jen stopped and looked at Jerry with a smile. He was standing closest to her and she reached out and grabbed his dick. Matt watched closely. "Bonnie also tells me that she does some things to you that are very interesting. Evidently, you two both like to play at being submissive and, in fact, you both prefer to be the sub." Jerry stared and started to say something, but Jen interrupted him. "Wait! Do not speak unless I tell you to speak, understand!" She waved the ping pong paddle at him. Jerry just nodded. "Go over and put on Bonnie's panties, go to the other side of the bed, and bend over it." Matt stared at Jen, but then watched as Jerry went over and did as he was told. He put on Bonnie's small panties and tried to tuck his erection into them, with not much luck. Then he bent over the bed so that his ass was up in the air... just like his wife's. In the meantime, Jo was moaning and evidently Bonnie was doing her job as she came strongly and fell back to the side to lie against the headboard of the bed. Bonnie turned and put her head down on the bed, looking directly at her husband, with her face covered in Jo's pussy juices. Jen looked over at Matt. "Interesting couple. They both like to play at being dominated and I'm going to have fun with these two. Why don't you fuck our little friend Bonnie here for a few minutes while I get started with Jerry." Matt moved over behind Bonnie and ran his hands over her ass. Her ass was firm and solid to the touch. He ran his right hand down into her crotch and thru her slit. It was absolutely soaking. She was apparently very turned on. He continued to stroke her ass and then ran his hands up over her back and down under her torso to feel her tits. They were nice and full. Finally, Matt stepped forward and positioned his dick at the entrance to her cunt. He grabbed her by her hips and pushed forward forcefully. His dick slid in easily until his hips smacked against her ass, jiggling it a little. She moaned. He was about to start thrusting when he looked up and saw Jen was now behind Jerry and was wearing a strap on dildo. When the hell and where did she get all these toys? He stayed still, his dick buried in Bonnie's tight, hot cunt and watched as Jen talked to Jerry. "Hey, Jer. Bonnie tells me that you like for her to fuck you. That right?" Jerry was laying with his face on the bed turned toward Bonnie's. They stared at each other for a minute and it was obvious that there was some kind of non-verbal communication going on there. Jerry finally nodded slightly. Just as he was nodding, Jen smacked his ass strongly with her bare hand. "Hey! Pay attention and answer promptly! That was an easy question. The next time it will be with the paddle." Jen moved forward and grasped the panties that Jerry was wearing. "Now, let's take your girlie panties down so that I can see this cute little rosebud that I'm going to be fucking." Jen slowly lowered the panties to his ankles and then picked up his feet one at a time to free them. It wasn't easy, either. His dick was caught in the panties and she had to reach up under him and unhook the waistband from his dick. "Hmmm. Look at that. These panties are a mess now. Bonnie soaked the crotch with her little girly juices and now Jerry has stained the front with his nasty pre-cum." She picked them up and leaned over the bed. She put them in front of Bonnie's face. "Open up, sweetie. I want you to suck on these while my husband fucks your little cunt." Bonnie did so. Jen leaned forward and started running her hands over Jerry's ass and suddenly let out a large laugh. "Well, will you look at that. Jerry not only likes to be fucked in the ass, but he apparently likes to be very clean because he's been completely waxed. His dick, balls, and ass are devoid of hair." She turned to Jo. "Jo, come here and feel how smooth this is." Jo got up and checked it out, running her hands over his ass and down under to cup his balls and dick. "Maybe you should have this done, honey." She looked at Matt. "No, I don't think so." Matt stared at her. He kept himself trimmed, but shaving or waxing was not something he wanted to get into. Especially his ass! "You should come over and feel how smooth is ass and balls are. They are fantastic!" Matt stared at her. "No, thanks. I'll take your word for it." "Oh, yeah. I forgot. Still a little too homophobic to feel another man's junk, eh?" Matt smiled. She knew. "I'd rather be feeling and fucking a nice... juicy... cunt!" He punctuated each word with a thrust into Bonnie. For her part, she moaned around the panties that were stuffed into her mouth. Jen finally seemed to decide what she wanted when she snapped her fingers. "Got it! Okay, honey, flip that slut over onto her back and keep fucking her." She waited while Matt pulled his dick out of Bonnie and helped her turn over onto her back. He removed the spreader bar and then pushed her legs up and onto his shoulders. He reached down and lined his dick up with her pussy. Jen saw how coated his dick was with wetness. "Damn, that slut must be wet. Your entire crotch looks soaked." "Mmmm. She's wet and very hot." Matt stated as he lined his dick up with her hole and plunged back in. She moaned around the panties still stuck in her mouth. Jen smacked Jerry on the ass. "Okay, bitch. Get up on the bed facing the headboard and put your crotch right over your slutty wife's face." Jerry clambored up into position. "Head on the bed!" Jen pushed on his head and he lowered himself so that his face was on the bed and his ass stuck up into the air. It put his dick at balls right into Bonnie's face, but with her mouth stuffed full of panties, there was nothing she could to but stare at his junk as it rubbed over her face. Jen climbed up on the bed behind Jerry. She looked at his ass and then leaned over and licked his balls and his asshole. "Mmmm. I could get used to hairless balls. They're yummy!" She leaned back and looked at Jo who was still standing by the side of the bed. "Grab the lube and get his ass and my dick ready." Jo went into the bag of tricks that Jen had brought and came back with a tube of lube. She put some on the strap on that Jen was wearing and then dribbled some on Jerry's ass. She worked it into Jerry's ass, pushing two fingers easily into his asshole. He moaned. Finally, Jen lined the dildo up with Jerry's ass and slowly started working it in. Matt gaped at the view he had of her starting to fuck Jerry's ass. The dildo slowly penetrated and he groaned, but pushed back against the dildo. Jen smiled at him mischievously. Matt was not fucking Bonnie very hard because he was so shocked and enthralled with the scene in front of him. The Awakening Ch. 08 Jen smacked Jerry on the ass. "Hey, my little asshole slut. I want you to tell me when you are ready to cum. No talking until then, but tell me when you are going to cum." "Yes, Mistress." Matt looked up at his wife fucking a man's ass, then down at his dick penetrating a strange woman's cunt. He was almost in shock. Well... almost. He started thrusting into Bonnie and reached down to run his thumb over her clit. As soon as he touched her clit she moaned, arched her back, and had an orgasm. He looked up at Jen again in amazement. Jen grinned back at him. "Don't cum until after my man slut here does. I have plans for it." She turned back to Jerry and tapped him on the back. "Okay, man slut, get up on all fours." Jerry pushed up on all fours; his dick hard as a rock and leaking pre-cum all over Bonnie's face. Jen turned to Jo. "Take the panties out of Bonnie's mouth." She reached under and pulled them out. Bonnie took a couple of deep breaths. Jen now leaned over, grasping and pinching one of Bonnie's nipples. "Hey, woman slut, I want you to suck on Jerry's balls." Jen looked back at Jo. "Now jack him off into those panties." I stared at the scene in front of me. Jen was fucking Jerry's ass, Bonnie was licking his balls, and Jo was jacking him off into a pair of panties. Jerry was definitely going to cum soon, too, because Matt could see him grunting and squirming and holding back. Suddenly he announced that he was cumming and Jo jacked him hard while Jen buried the dildo into his ass and stayed there. Matt could see him cumming and cumming into the panties, covering them with his cum. Jen just laughed. Matt was on sensory overload and wanted to cum, too. He looked up at Jen as she was pulling the dildo out of Jerry's ass. He told her he was going to cum and she ordered Jo around next to him to capture his cum in the panties as well. Matt pulled out of Bonnie and she groaned in disapproval. But there was nothing she could do as he immediately started cumming. Jo had taken hold of his dick and was jacking him into the panties, but one strong spurt still went up over the panties and onto Bonnie's nice tits. When he finally finished, he leaned back, almost exhausted. "Whew! That was a strong cum!" Jen looked at him. "Yes, honey, I could tell." She took hold of her strap on dildo and leaned forward over Bonnie's face. "Clean your man slut's ass juices off my dick, bitch!" Bonnie looked up at it and hesitated. Jen reached down and slapped her right tit... hard. Bonnie yelped and flinched and her eyes got big. But she stared at Jen for a second before opening her mouth and sucking on the dildo like it was a real dick. Jen let her do that for a few seconds and then pulled it out. She leaned over and kissed Bonnie on the mouth. "That's a good girl. Mistress loves her little sluts." She turned toward Jo. "Okay, Jo, let's see how much cum is in those panties." Jo held them up for inspection and Jen smiled. "Wow, that's a lot of cum. I guess you guys were enjoying this. That's good. Jo, put them into Bonnie's mouth so that she can clean those up, too." Jo leaned forward and put the cum-soaked panties into Bonnie's mouth. She had to stuff them in there and some of the cum ran down the side of Bonnie's mouth along her cheek. Jen spoke immediately. "Don't let that go to waste, Jo. Bonnie, I want you to suck the cum out of those panties." Jo obediently leaned over and licked up the spillage. It appeared that the carnage was over. Jerry was leaning against the headboard, still panting a little, his legs spread apart, displaying his hairless crotch. Matt was now sitting in the chair on that side of the bed, resting. Bonnie was laying there on her back, her gaping cunt staring at Matt, while she sucked on the panties, trying to get all the cum she could. But Jen was not done. She came over and stood next to Matt. "I have another surprise for you, sweetie." She leaned over, kissed him, whispered in his ear. "Honey, I want you to fuck me in the ass; take my ass cherry." Matt smiled and kissed her. "I would love to." His dick was already hardening up again. "Good." Jen stood up and pointed to Bonnie. "Move back a little Bonnie." She moved back until her butt was all the way on the bed. "Jo, sit on this slut's face facing me." She slapped Bonnie's cunt, eliciting a little yelp from her. "Eat her out again, while I fuck you." Jo clambered on board Bonnie's face and Jen climbed up on the edge of the bed. She pushed Bonnie's legs up to her chest and put her strap on dildo against Bonnie's cunt. She buried it in one stroke with ease. Jen bent over so that her head was almost against Jo's stomach and spread her cheeks, showing the opening that existed between the strap on straps. She looked back at Matt. "See anything you like, honey?" Matt smiled. "Yeah, I do see something a little interesting back here." He ran his hand over Jen's cheeks and down to her ass. She was already lubricated there. When the hell did she do that? In any case, Matt was hard again and he leaned forward between Jen's feet that were sticking off the bed and lined up his dick with her ass. He pushed against her tight little ring of muscle, pushing... pushing... until it finally gave and his head popped in. Fuck! It was tight! "Oh, yeah. Fuck us both, babe!" Jen said loudly. Matt slid his dick in to the hilt. Wow! He was fucking his wife's pretty little ass while pushing her into fucking another woman while a third sat on that woman's face. This was just a dream come true. Matt started fucking his wife. Whenever he pulled back he would drag her with him a little and then he would pound into her ass, also shoving her strap on into Bonnie. Jo was moaning as Bonnie lapped at her pussy. Jen was moaning from him fucking her ass, and Bonnie was making noises into Jo's pussy from being fucked. It was a chain reaction waiting to happen. When the chain started it was Jo that set it off. She suddenly announced her impending orgasm and smashed her cunt onto Bonnie's face. She moaned and jerked thru her orgasm before collapsing onto the bed next to Jerry, who had been sitting watching the entire episode with a hard on. Bonnie, now with her mouth free, started moaning and cumming loudly. She finally relaxed against the bed, not appearing to have any energy left. Matt just kept pounding Jen until he was finally ready to unload. "Oh, fuck, Jen. I'm going to fill your ass with cum!" Jen moaned. "Yes, baby, blow that wad in my virgin ass!" And he did. Matt erupted and thrust and held himself against her tightly as he emptied his load deep into her bowels. He couldn't stop cumming from the newness of being in Jen's ass. He finally stopped spurting and ran his hand over Jen's back and ass. "Wow, Jen that was absolutely amazing!" Jen turned and smiled. "I'm glad you enjoyed it, honey. Now pull out so I can get off. I still need to cum, and I mean badly!" Matt pulled out of her ass, some of his cum spilling down along her crack as he did so. Jen got up off Bonnie and lay down next to her. "I haven't cum yet and I really need it bad. Bonnie, right tit, Jo, left tit, Matt, please eat my pussy!" While speaking, she was removing the strap on. Matt smiled and reached down to finish taking off the strap on. The three of them moved into position and went to work on Jen. When Matt moved into position, he parted her pussy lips, exposing her very went cunt and the nerve-filled knob at the top. He took about three swipes from her cunt to her clit and she came so hard he thought she was going to pass out. She started shaking and shivering and clamped her legs on his head so hard that he wondered if he was going to be able to breathe again. When her muscles finally relaxed and Matt sat back into the chair, he could see her lying there, gasping for breath. She was completely spent. He looked over at Jerry and Bonnie and they were sitting up against the headboard now, just watching. Matt turned to Jerry and Bonnie. "I think it's best if you guys go now. Just leave us a cell phone number and we'll call you later. Right now I think Jen needs some rest." Matt grinned and they laughed. Jerry and Bonnie got dressed, even though Jerry still had another erection. They left and Matt looked at Jen. He pulled her into his arms and sat her up. "Jo, pull the blankets down so we can get her into bed. Jo pulled the blankets down and Matt turned Jen to get her under the sheets. He laid her upper body down on the bed where the sheets were pulled back. Then he picked her legs up and tucked them under everything. She was exhausted, but definitely had a smile on her face. "Jo." Jen turned on her side and held her arms out for Jo. Jo turned her back to Jen and let Jen spoon against her. Matt crawled in and spooned up behind Jen and the three of them dozed off, well sated and satisfied with the evening's romp. The Awakening Ch. 09 Chapter 9. Jen's Party It was a couple of weeks after Matt and Jen had been trolling and ended up with Jerry and Bonnie. Jen had dominated them, fucked Jerry in the ass, and led the four of them and Jo on a sweaty romp in a hotel room. Jen was really starting to get into dominating people. I had to wonder where it was going. I was about to find out. It was Friday night and Matt had just finished cutting the grass and was sitting enjoying a drink when Jen came home. She came right up to Matt and wormed her way onto his lap. "Honey, I have a surprise. I hope it's a good one." Matt thought that he couldn't be more surprised after the last episode. "Okay. What's going on." "Well, you know that adult store downtown that sells all the toys and outfits?" "Yeah." That got his attention. "Well, I signed up to host a small party for women to see the products and possibly purchase them." "Oh. Okay. When?" "Tomorrow." "Tomorrow?! That soon? Don't they have any training or something that you have to go through?" "Matt, honey. This is the local smut shop. They don't care as long as I sell some things and make them some money. I was so interested that I put together a questionnaire on line so that the women could fill them out. I used one that I found on the internet that was already pretty much prepared and added some personality questions. Once I had 4 applications that I liked, the store was happy to let me host the party." Matt stared at Jen. "Jesus, Jen. You are right. You are more and more surprising every day." She reached up and put her hands on either side of his face and stared directly into his eyes. "Honey. You'd tell me if my desire to increase my domination over other people was bothering you, right? I love you. You're my husband and I don't want this to come between us... but... I have something in me that can't get enough of and this is my outlet. Do you trust me? Are you okay with this?" Matt stared back and then kissed her lightly on the mouth. "Jen, I love you and trust you. It's okay if you want to host the party." Jen grinned and gave him a big wet kiss. "Okay, but that's not all of the surprise. The rest of the surprise will come tomorrow at the end of the party. I want you there with me." "Wait. You want me there? Isn't this going to be just for women?" "Nope. I have some rather interesting plans for this group." Matt ran his hands up over his wife's tits. "Okay. I think I can handle that." Jen laughed and pushed his hand away. "Not right now. You need to save your strength." "What?" Jen just laughed. "It's part of the surprise." Matt smiled as she got up and walked out of the room. The way things had been going lately, he was not going to mind the surprise at all. On Saturday, Jen went and picked up her "sales packet" from the adult store. It consisted of two small suitcases. She got everything ready by 1pm for the 2pm party. Matt just sat and watched. At about 1:30, Jo, Jerry, and Bonnie all arrived together. They were immediately sent upstairs by Jen to "get ready". Matt was wondering about that when they all came back downstairs wearing the same exact thing. They were all in white oxford shirts, short plaid skirts and barefoot. It was supposed to be the schoolgirl look. Jen called them over. "Face me and lift your skirts" They did. Matt noticed that they were all completely hairless. Jen ran her hands over all three crotches, spending a little extra time on Jerry's balls and then announced that they were all waxed to perfection and ready for the party. She told them that they were to serve drinks and let the guests feel them up. Matt laughed to himself. Jen then sent them into the kitchen and told them to wait there. The guests arrived between 2 and 2:15. The first to arrive was a woman who Matt thought might be Filipino. Her name was Elaine. She was about 5'5", slender, black hair, brown eyes, and skin that was almost caramel in color. When she smiled, her bright white teeth and dancing eyes made her face light up. She was in a denim skirt and a t-shirt, her bra visible under it. The other three arrived almost simultaneously. There was Kimiko, who looked Japanese. She was a tiny 5'2" woman, but had excellent curves. Nice breasts, good hips, and lips that looked like they were made for... well, Matt was imagining her on her knees showing how she could use them on his manhood. She was in a loose knee length skirt and nice white blouse. The third woman was named Patty and looked more like she was dressed for an evening at a club than an afternoon party. She was blonde and pretty, but had overdone the make-up. She was of the voluptuous body-style, and had packed it into clothes that were a little too small. In any case, everything was very tight. Her breasts were spilling over her bra and pushed together to create some generous cleavage in her v-neck blouse. Her skirt was very tight and short. The last woman, named Christine, was a goddess to Matt. He had always had a thing for redheads and she was the quintessential one. She was probably 5'9", red hair, pale skin, the hint of freckles across her nose and a bright smile. She was gorgeous and her body complemented that. She had what looked to be small, firm breasts, a narrow waist, and nice hips with a butt that wasn't quite visible in her skirt. She was dressed in a loose peasant skirt and a blouse. He started getting hard just thinking about all this female flesh. Jen led them to the couch and loveseat in the family room. Two sat on the couch and two on the loveseat. Once they were all seated, Jen introduced herself and Matt. Then she turned to them and discussed the questionnaire that they had completed. She went over what items they had expressed an interest in and how she was going to do the display. While she was doing this, Matt noticed them glancing at him every so often as he stood by the kitchen. He could imagine what they were thinking. Was her husband really going to be there the whole time? He hoped so. He was still trying to figure out Jen's surprise when he heard her ask them if they needed some refreshments. Jen turned toward the kitchen. "Now I'll introduce you to my staff for today's gathering. I have three slaves who will wait on you and meet your every need." She paused and Matt watched their eyes widen as what she said soaked in. "Bonnie, Jerry, and Jo come in here please." The three came in. The women were staring at the three, and all were probably wondering about the inclusion of a man in the same sort of schoolgirl clothes as the other two. They were all three wearing a short-sleeve oxford shirt and tartan skirt. The skirts on all three were only about 3 inches below their crotches and the two women had left four buttons undone so that their shirts were open to the middle of their chest. He saw the guests slowly grin at the display. When they were all lined up next to Jen, she introduced them. "This is Bonnie." She reached and lifted her skirt. "She has the prettiest pussy and as you can see has been waxed for this party." The four women stared and didn't say a word. She moved to Jo. "This is Joanna. Jo for short." She grabbed Jo by the arm and spun her around, her skirt displaying some of her charms. She lifted the back of it and slapped her on the ass. "She has the most delectable little ass." She moved to Jerry. "And this is Jerry." Jen lifted his skirt and lightly batted his dick. "He has a very nice dick and like both the women has been completely waxed." She lifted up his dick. "His balls feel amazing when they are waxed so smooth. I invite all of you to feel and touch my slaves during the meeting. You can use your hands, but no oral stimulation." She turned to them. "Now they will come take your drink orders." The three slaves moved around getting drink orders. Jo went to Matt and got his while Bonnie and Jerry went to the guests. Neither was touched during this first round. They retrieved the drinks and had evidently been coached by Jen on how to serve them. As they served each drink they stepped in front of the individual who they were serving and made sure that their ass was facing the others. They then bent over from the waist, providing an excellent view of their backsides and possibly more. While they were being served drinks, Jen started her spiel. She discussed all the available toys and gear. She went thru butt plugs and dildos, strap on rigs and gels, finally ending up with gags and bondage items. During this time the drinks were flowing generously. By the start of the third round, Jen was just finishing with the strap on items and the guests started taking advantage of the servers. I saw Elaine reach up and cup Jerry's balls. He stood still and she felt them and then all around his crotch. She murmured a quiet "Mmmm, really smooth." He went back to serving while I also noticed that Kimiko got a good feel of Bonnie's ass and pussy as she bent over to serve Christine. She almost hesitated when her hand was halfway there, but then decided she had to feel it and went ahead and did it. It was a quick one and she glanced around a little furtively to see who caught it, but in this small setting almost everyone did. She blushed slightly when she made eye contact with Matt. Jen was moving rather too quickly for Matt. He was hoping that she would ask them to try out the toys or something. He was still not sure what his surprise was going to be. Maybe it was just going to be another romp with Bonnie, Jerry, and Jo. Finally, Jen finished and was describing how to fill out the order sheets and discussing if they wanted to order anything. It had taken about an hour to go over everything. Jen picked up a dildo with a suction cup on the bottom. She licked the suction cup and stuck it to the coffee table. "I think maybe a demonstration of a couple of items may be in order. Jo, come over here." Jo scampered over to Jen obediently and Jen continued. "Are you wet?" "Yes, Mistress." "Good, now mount that cock facing away from the guests." She turned toward them. "This is our standard suction cup cock. It can be attached to anything with a smooth surface. I've seen them used on coffee tables like this, on glass like a sliding patio door, or even in the bathtub. This one is our seven inch model and is the most popular. While some women like larger dicks, this one is easy to use and for some, like Kimiko here, is probably a good, comfortable size limit." During the description, Jo had been sliding down slowly and getting the dildo wet. Kimiko blushed at the sound of her name in the description. Jen approached Jo. Jo was bent over a little as she squatted over the dildo. Jen ran her hand over Jo's ass. "Isn't that the most delicious little ass and cunt you've seen?" She gave Jo's ass a smack and Jo moaned. The other ladies just stared. Finally, Jo started moving up and down on the dildo and moaning while she did so. All four women had their eyes glued to Jo's action. Jo looked up at Matt standing over on the other side. She smiled and blew him a kiss. While Jo continued to fuck herself, Jen went to the next step. "Now ladies, sometimes you need more than just a simple dildo to get you off. Jo loves ass play as well. She loves butt plugs, dildos, and even real dicks in her pretty little ass." She picked up a medium size butt plug. "Now we will insert this one into her ass. Any volunteers?" The four women stared back at her. "Okay, Christine, please come over here." Christine looked at her. "C'mon. Let's give these other women a demonstration." Christine slowly stood up and stood next to Jen. Jen handed her the butt plug. "Now hold this while I get the lube." Christine took it in her hand and waited. Jo continued to slowly fuck herself. Christine seemed to relax a little, maybe thinking that Jen was just asking for her to hold it while she got it ready. But Jen had other ideas. She pulled out the lube and held it up in front of Christine. "I'll squeeze some out and you put it on the plug." Christine looked at her and Jen stared directly at her and nodded. Christine finally relented and raised her left hand, holding the plug in her right. Jen squeezed a little onto her fingers and Christine started coating the plug. Jen turned to the others and continued to discuss it like she was teaching math. "You only need to coat the plug well. In some cases, you'll want to coat the asshole as well, like this." Jen bent over Jo and dribbled some lube just above her asshole. Everyone watched raptly. She took her index and middle fingers and started massaging around Jo's asshole. Jo raised her head and moaned. Jen then ran her index finger into Jo's hole. "Start lightly with one finger until you get used to it and then move to two. Jo has done this many times so we can go right to two fingers." Jen then added her middle finger and starting fucking Jo's ass with both fingers. Jo moaned again and a light sheen of sweat was breaking out on her body. Jen pulled her fingers out and turned to Christine. "Okay. Put the plug in." "What?" Christine's mouth gaped. "It's all right. Jo has done this many times. Just go slow at first until it opens up around the larger middle section and then that pretty little ass will suck the rest in. Go ahead." Christine was still hesitant so Jen put her hand over Christine's and slowly led it to Jo's ass. "Here let me help you." Christine let her do it and the other three women leaned forward to get a close-up view. Jen led her hand until the plug was close. "Okay, Jo, here it comes, so stop fucking yourself." Jo stopped moving. Finally, the end of the plug had reached its destination and Jen continued to lead Christine's hand. Christine let her. Together they slowly pushed the plug into Jo's ass, the little brown hole opening to accept the plastic intruder. Jen kept pushing it until the fat part was just easing past the opening and it started to seat itself. She immediately released Christine's hand. Christine stared at her hand and the plug. Christine jerked her hand away when her fingers touched Jo's skin like it burned her, but she didn't stop staring. The plug finished seating and the flat bottom was up against Jo's ass. She moaned again. "There." Jen said matter-of-factly. "That wasn't so hard, was it?" Christine looked over at her and shook her head no very slowly. Kimiko giggled. Jo was continuing to moan. Jo looked up at Jen with a pleading look and Jen knew exactly what she wanted. "Jo, you may cum." She did. Jo pumped hard on the dildo a couple more times and then shouted out her orgasm. "Oh, fuck, cummmmminnnnngggg!" She jerked and rocked until she was exhausted by it. Jen helped her stand up because she had been fucking herself in that position for a while, but didn't remove the butt plug. "So, ladies, what do you think? Does anyone want to try out or test any of the products right now?" She looked around the room, starting with Elaine. Elaine looked over at the other slaves. "No, thanks." Kimiko just shook her head. Patty licked her lips, but declined. "Okay. That's fine. You can always try later. Now let's get to the interesting part of the party." Jen stood, picked up a riding crop, and slapped it against her palm. She called the three slaves together. "Jerry and Bonnie, assume the position!" They took up the "position" as Jen had established where you kneel and put your head on the floor with your ass in the air and facing the guests. They did so and Bonnie's wet pussy was visible as well as Jerry's balls and partially hard cock. "Jo, come stand on my left." Jen stood in front of the four women. "Ladies, there is one other thing that I wanted to discuss. The four of you all have something in common and we are going to act on it right now. When you filled out your forms and completed the survey, all of you revealed that you harbor the desire to see how it feels to be dominated." She turned to Christine. "Christine. Come up here and stand next to me." Christine looked at the others and then hesitantly went to Jen. "Turn and face the others." She did. So did Jen. "Now you others pay attention to this." She turned to Christine. "All of you are going to be my subs. You are going to do exactly what I say or you get the crop. Christine, I want you to remove your blouse right now." Christine stared at Jen, looked down at the riding crop that she was slowly tapping against her palm and she realized what non-compliance meant. Still, she didn't move. Jen suddenly took the riding crop and smacked her on the ass. She yelped and flinched and started to say something, but Jen grabbed her by the jaw and stared into her eyes. "Don't speak unless I ask you a question!" She stared Christine down until the woman actually relented and started unbuttoning her blouse. Matt just knew that this must be his surprise. Jen knew that he loved redheads. When she took off the blouse, Christine hung her head. She was blushing a bright crimson and she handed the blouse to Jen. Jen took it and handed it to Jo, who was standing right next to her. Christine was wearing a nice white bra and her upper body was amazing. She had some freckles across her back and upper chest over the top of her tits. Matt couldn't see her tits yet, but he was already drooling. Her back and stomach showed that she exercised a lot and had very little fat on her body. Jen continued. "Hold your head up, Christine. You are my slave for now, but you are a proud and beautiful woman. You have nothing to be ashamed of. You have given me control for now and I have asked you to undress. You have no choice and you wouldn't do it if your Mistress did not tell you to. Now remove the bra, too." Christine complied immediately. Her tits were beautiful. They were probably only B cups, but on her athletic looking frame they looked delicious. Her areola and nipples were bright pink. The freckles ended just above where her bra had ended and the skin was pale, almost luminescent. The best part was that her nipples were hard and extended almost a half inch from her tits. They looked like they were begging to be sucked... and that's what Jen did suddenly. She leaned over and gave a quick suck on one. Christine jumped at the sudden contact and a little squeal came from her. Matt could also see the other three react. They all were startled as well. He could see that Elaine was starting to lightly move her thighs back and forth. "Yum. Those are some of the most delicious looking nipples and I just couldn't resist. Now, Christine, I have a very important question for you. Are you wet?" Christine stared at her. "I... um... I... um... I'm not sure." Jen stared for a second. "Christine, each time you address me you will use ma'am or Mistress, understand?" "Yes, ma'am." "Are you sure that you don't know if you are wet?" Christine looked at Jen and then at the ground. "I don't know, Mistress." Jen smiled and patted Christine on the butt. "Now, don't be embarrassed, I'm getting wet, I bet Jo and Bonnie are wet, I bet Matt is hard, and you can see Jerry getting hard." All the women looked over at Bonnie and Jerry for a moment. She turned to the three on the couch. "And I bet all three of you are wet as well, right?" There was hesitation and they all looked around at the others. Jen waited for a second and then said. "Nobody wants to answer me? You sure." She waited a couple more seconds. "Okay, then we'll do it another way. All three of you spread your legs right now. Jo, please check all these women to see if they are wet." Elaine squirmed, Kimiko let out a light gasp, and Patty just stared at Jen. "Well, ladies, lean back and open your legs so that Jo can tell if you are wet. Now!" She slammed the riding crop down on the coffee table and they all jumped at the loud smack. And then they did it. All three sat back and opened their legs. "Jo, check 'em out." Jen turned to Christine. "I'll be checking on you, my ginger haired beauty, just as soon as Jo is done." The Awakening Ch. 09 Jo walked over to Elaine and she looked at Jo with a little trepidation. Jo leaned over and put her hand under Elaine's skirt. Her denim skirt had not been short enough to reveal her crotch, but when Jo put her hand under it, Elaine moaned. Jo grinned and turned to Jen. "Mistress, this slut is not wearing panties and she's very wet." "I thought as much. Now Kimiko." Jo stepped between Kimiko's legs and Kimiko blushed. When Jo reached done between her legs, Kimiko trembled, appearing to want to close her legs, but struggled with herself and held them open. Jo checked. "Mistress, Kimiko is wearing panties and they are very damp, almost wet." "Thank you, Jo. Now Patty." Jo stepped to the final woman and did the same. Patty closed her eyes and moaned when Jo's hand made contact with her crotch. "Mistress, Patty is very wet." Jen turned to Christine who was standing there, staring at the others, naked from the waist up and awaiting her 'test'. Jen turned to her. "Christine, drop your skirt to the floor." Christine stared at her until she moved to raise the riding crop. Then she pushed the skirt easily to the floor as it had an elastic waist band. She was wearing a very tiny thong. It barely covered her pussy at all. And there was no sign of hair. Jen put her hand down between Christine's legs by starting at her stomach and slowly feeling her way down over the small panties to her crotch. "Oh, sweetie, you are soaking." Christine looked at the floor. Jen turned back to the others. "Now, let's see what kind of shave patterns we have here." Jen raised her dress and pointed to her bare pussy. "As you can see, I leave just a small arrow pointing down at my pussy. You all know that Bonnie is waxed. Jo, show them your pussy. You can see that Jo has been completely waxed, too." She turned to Christine. "Christine, show us your pussy so that we can see if you have it all shaved off for that pretty little thong." Christine hesitated, but pulled down her thong. She was completely bare. "Nice! Okay, ladies, you other three, let's see what kind of pussy hair you have." The three looked at each other briefly, but the mood and the aroma in the room was pure sex, they had been drinking, and Jen was starting to assert herself. Elaine finally stood up and raised her skirt. They already knew she had no panties on. When she revealed it, she had shaved to leave just a small vertical piece of hair just above her pussy. "Very nice, Elaine." Jen looked to Kimiko as Elaine sat back down, covering her crotch. Kimiko stood up and very slowly raised her skirt. When she got it high enough to see her crotch she looked around hesitantly until Jen spoke. "Oh, for god's sake, Kimiko, we are all showing our pussies here. Pull those panties down or you get the crop." Kimiko stared at her and then raised her skirt enough to reach her small pink bikini panties and pull them down to show us. She was shaved into an arrowhead very similar to Jen. "Thank you, Kimiko. You may sit down. Patty?" Patty stood and immediately pulled up her skirt and pulled down a green thong and displayed her pussy. She, too, was completely bare. "Just had it waxed." She blushed a little when she said that, but didn't cover up. "Thanks, Patty. Christine, you may sit." Jen moved on. "Now, I have a situation here at home that I need to take care of." She looked over at Matt and Matt froze. He thought he knew where this was going. "My husband only trims his pubic hair. He shaved once and it was hard for him to keep up with the shaving enough so that it didn't itch him like crazy." She turned toward Matt. "Honey, come over here and let me show them what we have to work with." Matt slowly advanced, not sure where this was leading. Jen grabbed his arm. "Thanks, hon. Now show the ladies your dick." Matt looked at her. He knew she said she had a good surprise, so he went along with it. He unbuckled his belt and in one push, shoved his jeans and boxers down to his knees. His still semi-erect cock sprang into view. Everyone stared at his pubic hair. It was trimmed very short, but not shaved anywhere. Jen grabbed his dick. "Yum! This is a fine dick, ladies. He knows how to use it, too." Matt saw all the ladies staring at his dick and he smiled. Elaine even sensuously licked her lips. "Take off all your clothes, hon." Jen turned to the ladies. "How would you ladies like to help shave him?" They all nodded and murmured in the affirmative. "Good. There are three rules to shaving my husband. First, you have to also be naked. Second, whenever he is in danger of going soft, you have to suck it a couple of times to keep it hard. It's easier to shave that way. Finally, you will become a member of his slave shave club and have to do this regularly." Jen turned to Matt. "Lay down on the coffee table, hon." She turned to Jo. "Jo, get the supplies that I had you put together." Jo left the room. Matt lay down on the coffee table, his dick and balls on prominent display in front of the four strangers, his feet on the floor. They were all staring at it openly. When Jo came back she had a bowl of water and a bag. She put the bowl down and brought out a large towel, a can of shaving cream, a razor, and a washcloth. She leaned toward Matt and Matt understood that the towel was to go under him so he rose up so that she could put it down. He wondered if this was his "good" surprise. He was very excited about the opportunity to be shaved by these women, but was hoping for more. Jen took over again. "Okay, ladies, anyone who wants to shave... strip!" Christine was already almost naked so she immediately removed the tiny thong. The others were naked in no time. Matt marveled at the smorgasbord in front of him. Elaine was a slender tight little Filipino package. Her caramel colored little tits had great nipples, her pussy was mostly shaved and wet, and her ass was delectable. Kimiko was a Japanese dream. She was shorter and had more curves. Her tits were probably C-cups and sat up nicely on her chest. Her pussy looked tiny, but her ass looked nice and curvy. Her pussy hair was that same blue-black as the hair on her head. Patty was more voluptuous. When she was undressed, Matt could see that she didn't have as much extra weight as he thought. She was just wearing tight, slutty clothes. Her tits were big, probably 'D' cups. Her hips were a little wider than the others, but her waist was still fairly small, which gave her a very curvy figure due to the difference between her bust line, waist, and hips. And of course, he already loved the look of Christine. He loved redheads. Jen then told Jo to get Matt ready. She wet the washcloth in the bowl and wet his crotch. He loved the attention now. There were several new naked women in the room and Jo was rubbing his crotch. His erection was standing straight up towards his stomach. His only trepidation was having these strange women handling a razor around his crotch. Jen looked at the four newbees and asked Jerry and Bonnie to kneel to one side of me. She then looked at Elaine. "Elaine, you go first. I want you to do the part over the top of his dick." Elaine leaned over, grabbed the shaving cream can and put some on the hair across the top of Matt's dick. She then took the razor and very carefully shaved all across the top of Matt's dick. She held his dick in her small hand and Matt had to control his desire to thrust up into her hand while she shaved. She was done in no time and sat back. Jen looked at Kimiko. "Kimiko, you do the right hand side from where Elaine finished down the right hand side." Kimiko took the shaving cream and started applying it as Elaine had done and Matt was getting a little relaxed so his erection started waning. Jen was watching closely. "Kimiko, his dick is softening. Give it a couple of sucks and keep it hard." Kimiko blushed a little, but complied immediately. She pointed Matt's dick straight up and licked once around the head before taking about 4 inches into her mouth and bobbing up and down a couple of times. Matt's dick was instantly hard again, so Kimiko finished her task and handed the razor to the woman next to her, Patty. Patty looked up at Jen and got her directions.. "Left hand side." Patty went after it with gusto. She quickly moved into position and started shaving. She was done in no time. Now it was down to Christine and his balls. Christine retrieved the razor from Patty and moved between his legs. She applied the shaving cream gently and lovingly, seemingly enthralled with shaving his balls. She slowly shaved what little hair was on his balls, pushing them around to get the skin tighter where she was shaving. She even pushed his legs up to make sure she got under them. When she was done, Jo moved in and wiped Matt's crotch clean. It appeared that they were done, but not according to Jen. "Okay, ladies. Now we come to slave shave club. Matt hates to shave his crotch and hates that it will get itchy soon. I want him to stay shaved. What this means is that you will keep him shaved from now on. You four, along with Jo and Bonnie, have just become my slave shave club. I will set up a schedule and every Wednesday and Saturday morning one of you will come over and shave Matt's dick. Understood? Elaine?" Elaine nodded meekly. "Kimiko?" Kimiko grinned, nodded, and blushed again. "Patty?" Patty nodded her approval enthusiastically. "Christine?" Christine didn't say anything for a moment. Jen smacked the outside of her thigh with the riding crop. "Yes, Mistress, I will shave him." Christine replied weakly. It appeared that Jen had them lined up for this and Matt was smiling from ear to ear over this turn of events. She had chosen women who were ready to be dominated and offered them a nice dick to shave and play with. They all seemed willing to do that, but how far would it go? "Christine." Christine's head jerked up when Jen addressed her like she had been day-dreaming. "My husband has been hard for over an hour now. Do you think that's fair? You know how men can get blue balls, right?" Christine shook her head, which got her another smack with the riding crop. "No, Mistress, that's not fair." "Good. Now climb on him and fuck him." Matt licked his lips and stared at the red-haired beauty. He was ready. Christine stared at his dick for a few moments. Then she stood up slowly and moved over to Matt. She threw one leg over him and grabbed his cock. She slowly lowered herself down and all the other women started leaning left or right to get a better view. "Move around ladies. Get a good look." The other women stared at her for a second as Jen gave them a grin, and then moved so they could see Matt's dick fucking up into Christine. Christine lowered herself slowly, getting Matt's freshly shaved dick wet as she went down. She closed her eyes and moaned. By the time she reached the bottom, she was starting to tremble and Matt could tell that she was already close to cumming from the events of the day. Matt started to fuck up into her and then Jen leaned over and pinched Christine's right nipple. She moaned loudly and starting bouncing up and down hard. Elaine and Patty started to reach between their legs to stroke their pussies, but Jen wouldn't allow it. "Do not touch yourselves without my permission! It is not time for you to cum yet. It's only time for Christine and Matt to cum." She punctuated it with a slap of the crop on her palm. Jen looked at the other ladies. "See ladies. After a fresh shave, Matt will probably want a suck or fuck. If you are good, he may give you a fuck and make you cum. If you are not, or if you are late, you will probably only get to suck him off. Of course, his cum tastes great. Have any of you ladies ever eaten a cream pie? That might be good for you, too." They all looked back and forth from Matt fucking Christine and Jen's narrative. Nobody nodded in the affirmative. Finally, Christine started jerking and everyone knew she was coming. Just as she moaned loudly and started cumming, Jen smacked her on the ass with the riding crop again to mix some pain with the pleasure and Christine screamed out the final portion of her orgasm. Matt was not far behind and he suddenly buried himself into Christine's cunt, firing off several volleys of cum. When they finally stopped moving, Jen took over again. "Christine. Get up and lay over here on the couch." Christine obeyed. "Gather around ladies, I'll show you how much fun it is eating a cream pie." She leaned over and Christine's eyes widened as she realized that Jen was going to eat her cum-filled pussy. The other three women gathered around her. Jen leaned in and there was a large dollop of cum that was seeping out of Christine's cunt that she quickly lapped up. She turned to Elaine, grabbed her by the head and kissed her, pushing the cum into Elaine's mouth. Elaine at first resisted, but then really got into the kissing, sucking the cum out of Jen's mouth. The other girl's eyes widened because they knew that they were next. Jen dove back in for some more and then kissed Kimiko the same way. Kimiko didn't even resist. Finally, Jen dove in and really sucked on the creamy cunt to get some more before turning to Patty. Patty was actually hungrily waiting for the kiss. Jen gave her a big wet kiss, her face now covered in the mixed juices before backing away and standing up. Jen looked at them. She told everyone to get dressed and head home, except Christine. She would distribute the shaving schedule the next day. She told Jerry, Bonnie, and Jo to go upstairs and get dressed. She cleaned up her displays and put everything away. By then everyone was gone except Christine. She still sat naked on the couch, unable to meet anyone's eyes. Jen turned to Christine and put her hand under her chin. She lifted her face so that the she would look Jen in the eyes. "Okay, sweetie. You will be first on Wednesday. I need you to arrive by 6:30, because Matt gets up to shower before work at about 6:45. Here is a key." Jen pulled Christine into a standing position and then reached down and roughly shoved two fingers into her pussy. "And until then you may not cum. You are not to have sex either. If you have a boyfriend you may suck him off, but fucking is allowed only when I say so. Understand?" Christine nodded meekly, then dressed and left. Jen turned to an exhausted Matt. "This will not only be sexy, but fun. All those girls will be coming over here to shave you, but Christine really likes to be humiliated. She is going to be fun to have around." Matt just smiled and collapsed onto the couch. This is the end of "The Awakening". The next set in this series will be "Jen's Delights". I'm beginning work on that now, as real life permits.