This time, my fourth awakening in this room full of warm bodies was different.
Very different.
I'd never felt like this before as I faded into wakefulness.
I woke up sexually ready. I could feel how wet my crotch was. With the airflow, my thighs were chilled given how damp they'd gotten as I slept.
Normally I'd be able resist thinking of myself as sexually excitable (much less excited) but waking up this wet with so much evidence of physical arousal as I was made all efforts to take control of my body a bit harder ... especially after the previous day's experiences.
Of course, the dreams I awoke from were not something I was able to completely shake off, either.
All right, reining in my readiness wasn't so much harder as it was more a case of being impossible. As much as I'd avoided the lusts of the body, I realized how much I was enjoying this kind of feeling for the first time in my life. It was like I'd been sleeping all my life and suddenly alive and awake for the first time.
It didn't hurt that I was the first of this pile of people to awaken so I was able to look around as my companions kept up their gentle snoring.
For once, seeing a morning hard-on (I could now think the word "hard-on" to myself instead of the three syllables of "erection"), even Harry's, didn't upset me as much as seeing my husband's in the past. Harry's was pointing up and it seemed like the perfect tool to take care of the itch I was feeling inside my vagina... all right, my box. I moved to make this meeting a reality and caught myself gently moaning as I slid down onto his cock.
I could not believe how my vocabulary was growing. Sure, I'd known these words for a long time, but they felt far less threatening than they had in the past.
Harry woke up after my second wailing orgasm while riding him; it was like I was on a hair trigger, reaching orgasms with almost no effort. Compared with my life before yesterday, I felt like I hadn't been alive!
Harry's hands finally reached up for my breasts and, with this new contact, I was zooming completely out of control... I couldn't help but cry out my pleasure, my own moans and wails reinforcing the excitement I was feeling as I kept coming.
It almost seemed like any kind of attention increased my ability to enjoy sex so I lost count before Harry made his own contribution deep within me with a hair-raising growl.
I'd been working this so hard I pretty much just collapsed, draping myself on top of Harry, panting as I relaxed into a boneless doze.
The flashback to my husband's unhappiness with my inability to "really enjoy sex" turned things around for me. I was the hot one now, wanting satisfaction. I'd held myself up to standards of decorum that, really, shouldn't have been brought into the bedroom from the outside.
I faded out dreaming of jumping Joel and fucking his brains out.
I was spoiled.
All right, make that desperately spoiled.
I awakened this fourth morning with a cuddlesome woman in my arms which only made a desire to stay in that position so much more irresistible. I did my best to avoid being the cause of her own awakening but, once I knew she was stirring, tried to make it as gentle and comfortable an awakening as possible.
She did catch up to my wakefulness while still lying within my encircling arms before she rolled over into a kiss, hugging each other. It seemed she enjoyed this kind of awakening as much as I; this was a relaxed way for both of us to work our way to full readiness for the day.
There's a level of irony implicit in the way we were able to stretch our muscles while still wrapped up in each other's arms, and, once we'd unkinked our muscles, we just laid there providing each other comfort as the morning sunlight dappled the grassy and sandy surfaces around us.
Sure, my morning wood got in the way, but we were able to avoid further arousal. By this point she knew that it was a signal of an uncomfortably full bladder.
We relieved ourselves before going to our food supply and I got to the challenge card first. I froze on reading the directions. I'll bet I even turned whiter than usual.
Oh... shit.
I couldn't do this.
Jasmine was watching my face so she reached out, asking me, "What's wrong, hon?"
I handed her the card, saying "I don't think I can carry out my role."
I could see her face show startlement and then, to my utter surprise, acceptance. Her warm eyes met mine again and did not flinch as she tonelessly told me "I want breakfast. Let's do it."
I still wasn't comfortable but we soon found ourselves in the prescribed position, my right hand resting on her soft butt cheek.
I didn't like the role I had to play; I've never done this kind of thing before. "Jasmine, you know the directions. Count them out for me, please."
I got a nod from my partner, raised my hand, and...
SLAP went my hand on her right buttock. "One!" she cried out. My hand stung. I could feel myself getting even more upset.
The old "this will hurt me more than it does you" came to mind. I don't know how true it was for my dad but now the truth of the statement came home for me.
I aimed for her left buttock for the second one and she counted them off; odd numbers on her right, even on her left, until we reached 10.
By the time I was done spanking her my right hand hurt, a burning sensation. My eyes were so close to tears for the pain I'd inflicted on my tiny lover, as I looked at her small buttocks. If it weren't for Jasmine's normal skin color, her buttocks would have looked very red instead of just looking darker. My left hand touched and tried to soothe her bottom and I could feel the heat radiating from them.
And it hurt me so much because I felt she'd reject me for carrying out this order.
We got up, and, from the machine, got a tube of lotion for Jasmine's beaten behind. Before we got back to her lying across my lap, she kissed me. I couldn't help but feel a load of guilt for hurting her, so the kiss hurt me even more, but put me in the mindset that I had to comfort her as best I could. She then dropped her belly onto my lap in the opposite direction I'd spanked her in so that I could use my left (and non-hurting) hand to rub the soothing lotion into her burning butt cheeks.
I wasn't the sanest, of course; I'd done this and she could not have enjoyed the spanking. My eyes were still wet with the dread of her reaction and it was hard for me to see what I was doing; the good news was that I didn't require clear vision to gentle knead the lotion into her stinging bottom.
We were talking and I was apologetic for hurting her; she told me that my loving hand with the lotion made up for the pain.
Of course, hearing her tell me she still loved me was both a pain and a pleasure to me.
It was good to see that breakfast was larger than usual. We also got the noon-time challenge information early, too: the card told Jasmine it would be her turn to spank me. The paddle in the bin was not reassuring to me and I spent time that day anxious over how she'd "get back" at me.
Hah!
We talked a lot about this as we exercised by walking around the island. It was more comfortable that she didn't carry the paddle at all times, of course.
It was my turn before lunch. Jasmine seemed shaky as we got into position-- me on my hands and knees with her kneeling to one side. There was no way I could have lain across her lap as she had in the morning. I had to count them off, as she had.
It is possible she could have hit me harder but she was also anxious over what would befall us if we didn't follow the orders. She followed the pattern of alternating the cheeks.
I don't know why some people think sexual excitement can happen during s spanking. All I could think about was how much this was hurting Jasmine.
After I got my spanking from Jasmine I realized how much her bottom must have hurt sitting there with me across her lap. Even with the soothing lotion it was not something I wanted to repeat. We spent a lot of time comforting each other for inflicting pain like this...
After we ate we went off to the freshwater pool and cuddled up together and soaked as we discussed what we'd felt.
It was strange-- neither of us was comfortable with what we'd done... but it seemed to bring us closer together. I loved her more now that I knew she wasn't going to reject me despite the pain we'd inflicted on each other.
Our standard exercise routine of walking around the island worked well; when Jasmine joked that we were "doing laps" I decided to tease her about it by pushing her on her back and lapping at her pussy.
We returned, of course, in time for dinner. We were both more than a little anxious over the next challenge.
The card told us that she'd retain the paddle but that we had no challenge for dinner.
If you don't think I was relieved...
This day started out with a bang given how I'd jumped Harry before he even woke up; I got off but good. If today continued this way it'd be just about the best day in my life.
It also seemed that every time I thought about getting more control over myself... my pussy itched. I'd worn out Harry already and even Allison's hands were used up.
After breakfast I was feeling pretty relaxed and mellow; the directions given had us repeating the treatment I'd received the previous day but this time for Allison.
Allison, when she finally realized what she was in for, knew to not fight us off.
It wasn't as if she was likely to fight as much as I had been but she expressed her unhappiness. This time I got the job of using the syringe to squirt a blue gel into her urethra (all right, her pee hole) while Charlene pumped a much larger load of green gel into her pussy.
Wow, I could get used to these words.
The best part of all was the double-headed dildo that was delivered with direction for me and Charlene to use it.
Now I'll admit I had no idea of what to do with it, that's how insulated I'd kept myself. When Charlene explained the various positions that she'd seen in various videos that we could use it in we tried them all.
Allison was a help too in making suggestions. We weren't allowed to touch her, of course, but it wasn't so amusing to see her going through the same kind of gyrations I had in trying to get relief.
So Charlene and I did our best to fuck each other's brains out with the dildo. One of my favorite positions was butt to butt in doggy style and smacking our buttocks against each other and grinding the tool between us.
As we came down from a long bout just before lunchtime, I learned something new, though. A simple attempted act of kindness on my part to Allison was a stupid move. I'd reached over and tweaked her clit to set off an orgasm and she came loud.
Very loud.
The problem is that it made her horniness worse.
When we let her loose she was on top of a revitalized Harry (we'd been warned to avoid "using him up") and was, if possible, even louder.
That afternoon she fucked all of us into a brainless daze.
I wondered what was in those gels and, more curiously, why some went into the urethra. Well, I wondered that in the few moments between bouts when I had any ability to wonder about more than how long it would take for me to regain my strength.
Going down on her was entertaining. She was loudly appreciative of my attentions which got to me; I didn't even consider that I was licking Harry's semen out of her as well as working her clit.
Fingers inside her were fun, too. Her insides were very energetic and seemed to enjoy my touches. Being directed to work the g-spot I discovered a big lump.
I almost got drowned when she came and squirted me in the face. I knew what that felt like on the other end, too, so I didn't mind the taste of her female ejaculation.
Then Charlene made a weird suggestion: "Nina, you have such thin hands... do you think you can get your whole hand into her?"
My look must have been confused so she took my right hand (the wettest one at this point) and positioned my fingers. She then guided my hand into Allison's drooling hole.
Now I'd always thought that fist-fucking was an urban legend or something that wasn't possible in "the real world".
Charlene told me her hands were too big, as were Allison's, but my hands were just barely small enough.
There is no way to explain the sensations on my hand once Allison's entrance was wrapped around my wrist; she went into another set of spasms as her body told her to come.
Her keening cry should have shattered any glass for miles around as she came hard around my hand. All this and I hadn't even moved it around inside her sleeve.
Was this what Joel felt, I wondered, before realizing that I'd never come with him in me...
But, geez... it gave me such a sensation of power .
So when she came down enough I started to move my hand in and out of her a little bit before Charlene suggested I make a fist to protect her insides from my nails.
I didn't get more than a few strokes before she came even harder and passed out. Allison's body didn't want to let go of my hand but, as her internal spasms subsided, I was able to extricate the hand from her.
Harry had another hard-on and I could see how wet Charlene's thighs were. We were supposed to leave Harry for Allison but it was so very tempting.
Until Charlene got into doggy position, aiming her wet and swollen cunt at me, and pleaded for me to put my hand into her.
Harry encouraged it, oddly enough. The sense of power I'd had over Allison hit me again and so I worked Charlene's clit and pussy until she came once and then slid my hand in to her.
I paid more attention this time to her insides; I could tell where her cervix was and even her bladder and g-spot.
Having a hand wrist-deep into a woman is strange, did you know that? She's not able to think, not able to stop you from finding the internal buttons to set her off, not able to say no, not able...
I loved it. I was in control of a mewling woman who could not stop coming and I was soon telling her when to come as I backed it up with what I was doing with my hand.
The thought flashed through me that I was glad none of the others here could do this to me; while it seemed to be a lot of fun to come like that, it would bother me to be under another's control the way I was driving Charlene.
It wasn't long before we were well and truly fucked out for the day, even before dinner.
Our evening meal was larger than usual and it was very very easy for us all to fall into a deep slumber.
All right, so Allison and I had the dildo connecting us as we fell asleep. We had a lot of fun that way...
We'd been given a bigger than usual dinner and, after we washed each other again, it seemed sleep wasn't far away from us that night.
We spooned, our battered bottoms still somewhat tender but recovering. With our harmony of kisses and "love you's" we faded into sleep.
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Author: Jack C Lipton Title: Wakeup Call - Day 4 Part: (04/07) Universe: Wakeup Call Summary: Unhappy spouses can nominate the happy ones for a "Wakeup Call" Keywords: bond slow interr FF MF oral Revision: $Revision: 1.3 $ Archive: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/CupaSoup/www/ Mailing List: FAQ: RCS: $Id: wakeup04.x,v 1.3 2005/04/28 22:00:53 jcl Exp $