Awakening Ch. 11

"Ohhhhh God," I groaned, feeling my climax starting to build. "I'm going to come."

"Do it!" Suzanne moaned. "Fill her hot little cunt with your cum. She's wanted this for a long time. She's wanted to walk into your office and strip in front of you and beg you to fuck her, so fuck her good. Give her a nice big load to remember this. Let her feel you pumping your cum into her!"

"OH FUCK!" I groaned as my body bucked hard, jamming my cock deep into her. Over and over my body jerked, pumping shot after shot of cum into her sweet tight pussy until there was nothing left. I stood panting, looking down at her quivering body, realizing that she climaxed right along with me.

I stood panting, looking down at Naomi's nude form. Amanda, facing away from me, her eyes closed, quivering and climaxing on Naomi's face.

"Ohhhh yeah. So good," Amanda moaned as she pulled off of Naomi and rolled onto her back on the bed. I didn't remember even coming into the bedroom, let alone putting my dick into Naomi.

Naomi slid up the bed, looking at me lustfully. "Come on Scott. Come up here and let me lick your cock hard again so I can ride you. I wanna feel your cum filling me up again." She reached out and pulled me towards the bed. I crawled on the bed and let her roll me onto my back. With a grin, she closed her mouth around my dick sucking and licking our juices from me. I lay there, letting her tease me, slowly, over long minutes, trying to coax me back to hardness. She worked herself around until she had her pussy nearly in my face, her legs straddling my chest. I slid my hands down her body, finding and cupping her big soft tits. I squeezed and massaged them as I watched her pussy leak our cum, her deep pink insides occasionally spasming visibly. I had to admit the view was worthy of any number of fantasies.

She pulled away and turned to face me, resettling herself astride my body, my now hard cock pointing up at her pussy. "You want this again? You wanna feel my sweet young cunt riding your cock? Or do you want me to slide this into my ass. Just tell me what you want. Front door or back door?"

"Oh God. Pussy," I groaned as she rubbed my head around her wet lips.

She grinned back. "I hoped you'd say that." She looked at her own pussy and rubbed my head around her clit a few more times before pushing me back to the entrance to her tunnel. "Ohhhhhh fuck you feel good" she groaned as she slowly slid down my cock again, my white shaft a stark contrast to her nearly black lips. She settled on me and then shifted her weight momentarily. She started riding up and down my shaft, bouncing herself so her tits bounced and flew wildly on her chest. "God, I wanted to fuck you so bad downstairs. Dancing with you. Ohhhhh God I wanted to taste you and feel you and fuck you. I've wanted to fuck you almost every day since I started working for you. You're so fucking sexy. Did you know I never wear panties to work? Just so you can play with my pussy if you want to. When I'm in your office, getting you to sign things, I just want you to slide your hand up my thigh, right between my legs, and stick your fingers into my pussy. God, I've wanted you so badly," she moaned as she bounced up and down on me. I saw her body start to shudder as her own orgasm started to rush on her, little tremors in her legs and arms first and then her whole body. "AHHHHHHH FUUUUUCK MEEEEE!" she squealed as she leaned back, her body spasming as she did so, a huge spray of juices squirting from around my cock to land on my chest and stomach. Half a dozen times her body jerked and shuddered before she stopped lifting and dropping her hips.

She pushed herself upright and then forward, laying down on my chest, her big soft tits sliding around in the wetness she sprayed on me. We lay there, my arms around her, my still hard cock deep in her pussy as she lay on me, panting. Her breathing softened and then I felt her stiffen, her body going nearly rigid. I felt her use her legs to lift and lower her pussy a little, sliding my hard-on in and out of her a short inch or two. "Oh my God," she whispered. She pushed herself up from my chest and looked down at me. "What did we do? Tell me we didn't... We didn't just have sex, did we? Tell me I didn't fuck my own boss?"

"Not only did you fuck him, but you squirted all over him," Amanda said as she lay on the bed next to us, just watching.

"Oh my God. I mean this is so wrong," she groaned as she continued to sit on my hard-on. "I mean, I'm not supposed to have sex with my boss."

"But you wanted to," Amanda said softly.

"Yes but..."

"And it felt good, right?"

"Yes but..."

"So what are you worried about? We're not telling," Amanda said. "Besides. His cock is still hard. You gonna finish what you started?"

"Finish what I started?"

"Fucking him? You're not going to leave him like that are you? Or do you expect me to finish him for you?"

"Finish him? You mean you want me too...."

"Keep fucking him. Might as well. You may not get another chance, so you might as well make the most of it."

"But the party... shouldn't we go back...."

"No party, it was just a fantasy," Amanda whispered, pushing herself up to look at her. "You've been living out a fantasy. Stripping in the elevator at the party and then fucking him? It was all a fantasy. We've been right here the whole time. So go ahead and finish."

Naomi looked down at me, almost as if she were looking for permission. "You want?"

"Go ahead," I coaxed, more than ready to let her make me come again.

She grinned and then started slowly lifting and lowering herself, driving me into her sopping wet pussy. "Just a fantasy?"

"Just a fantasy," Amanda whispered.

"This isn't. This is damn real," she moaned in reply.

I lay there, feeling her bouncing slowly on me, coaxing my body closer and closer to climax. Amanda lay down again, this time with her face next to mine, softly kissing my cheek. I turned my head and let her kiss my lips while Naomi slowly bounced up and down on me. Her sweet young pussy clenched around my dick again as she started to climax yet again, her breathing growing more ragged as she worked up and down my shaft. "Go ahead," Amanda whispered between kisses. "You might as well fill her again."

"What if she's not on birth control?" I whispered back.

"It's a little late to ask about that, isn't it?"

"Yeah. I don't know why I asked."

"I do. She's not," Amanda said with a grin. "And I think we both know it. I don't know how, but I know it's true."

"Yeah, me too."

"Probably isn't the first one that hasn't been," she whispered as she leaned herself back to me, kissing me softly and wetly, teasing my lips and tongue until my body bucked and jammed up into Naomi. Over and over my body bucked as I panted in Amanda's face. "You know, I can't have any more," she whispered.

"Yeah. Somehow I knew that," I breathed.

"When you catch your breath, why don't you two go rinse off. Then you can get to work on those papers," she said as she pushed herself up, looking down at me with a grin. "NO point in putting anything on. She's just going to take it back off a little later."

"You think?"

"I know," Amanda said with a chuckle.

She was right, we took several hours, including a lunch break, to get through all the papers I needed to deal with. It took a little longer than it should have, partly because she kept reaching into my lap and playing with my dick, and partly because during our lunch break I bent her over the table and fucked her while she licked Amanda to a satisfying orgasm. It was nearly four when she finally got dressed and headed out with her armload of papers.

"Can I ask a question?" Amanda asked, pushing me onto the sofa and then sitting on my lap sideways so she could look at me.

"Sure. Anything."

"When she knocked, what were you dreaming of?"

"Dreaming of?"

"Yeah. What were you dreaming of, because when I answered the door, I felt completely and totally drunk? I mean we didn't drink, but I sure as felt well lubricated."

"I was dreaming about the Christmas party this year. Why?"

"It was kind of odd. I wasn't there, I've never been there, but yet, I could feel you dancing with her. Suzanne. The other woman in her fantasy. That was her fantasy, wasn't it? Not yours?"

"I honestly don't know."

"So tell me about it. Tell me first, why you agreed to go as her date if you didn't want to?"

"Well, when Lilly was overseas, I went to the party. I was kind of sitting alone, being bleak and lonely, and she came over to make it her business to help me have a good time. We didn't do anything but talk and dance. After...after the accident, I couldn't bring myself to go to anything like a party. I just missed having Lilly with me. We used to dance almost every slow dance we could get at these and I didn't want to remember."

"But she made you go?"

"She pestered me every single day at work and even texted me on weekends. I finally gave in just to get her to stop bugging me about it."

"She's in love with you, you know."

"Who? Suzanne?"

"You can't tell?"

"I know she wants to get into my pants. She tried hard enough that night."

"Did she make it?"

"Well. Yes and no."

"That needs explanation of course."

"I agreed to spend the night with her. We'd had plenty to drink and I was feeling like we could...you know. So on the way up to the room she took her dress off and tried to suck my dick in the elevator. Wasn't enough time of course. So she ran down the hall to her room naked, with me following, carrying her dress and trying to hold my pants up. She flopped on the bed to watch me undress. I leaned over her and started sucking her tits, she has really sexy tits, and she fell asleep on me. So I got us in bed, and we slept with each other, without sex. In the morning we were too hung over to do anything but take a shower together. We haven't gone out or anything since then, but she keeps asking me if I want to."

"And you keep saying no?"

"Well, until my accident, yeah. It wasn't that many weeks since the party before I crashed the bike."

"Not that many weeks? What was your accident, mid-February?" Amanda said with a frown. "Were you avoiding her?"

"Sorta. I mean, she's nice and all, and yeah, I was drunk enough to have sex with her, but there really isn't any spark, if you know what I mean."

"There might be now. If she was part of one of these."

"If there is, I don't want it to be artificial," I said as my phone started ringing. Amanda got off my lap and walked to the kitchen table to get my phone and handed it to me as she sat back down on me. "Hello?"

"Mr. Rodgers? This is the medical center continued care team. We have an order from a Doctor Shakari for some physical therapy."

"Oh yeah. Sure."

"We'd like to do three a week with you for the next few weeks. How long will depend on how well you progress. Can you come in at nine tomorrow?"

"Yeah. Sure," I agreed.

"Very well. We'll see you at nine."

"Physical therapy here in town tomorrow at nine," I said.

"Oh good. That'll give us time to fuck in the morning," she said with a grin.

"Is that all you wanna do?"

"For your information, YOU haven't fucked me one time yet this afternoon. You fucked Naomi, but not me. I'm starting to feel left out."

"I bet I can fix that," I answered with a smile, tossing my phone aside and sliding my hand up her thighs. She moved her legs apart enough for me to slip my hand between them and tease her pussy lips.

"You sure? I mean the spark might be artificial," she said with seriousness.

"Amanda, one thing I know. There isn't anything artificial about what you and I are feeling for each other. True, we might not have ever gotten together without it, but what I'm feeling isn't fake," I said softly.

"You know just exactly what to say to a girl to get her to let you fuck her, don't you?"

I chuckled as she spread her legs and reached down to find my hardening cock and pull it up against her pussy. She wiggled a little and pressed my head between her lips, nestling it into the entrance to her vagina. I felt her wiggle her butt on my lap as my cock continued to harden forcing its way up into her. "Tell me," she whispered, "Did it turn you on when she undressed in the elevator?"

"Yeah," I answered.

"Would you get excited if I got undressed in the elevator?"

"I'm pretty sure I would," I answered. "Why?"

"Oh. No reason," she said with a sly grin.

We spent the rest of the afternoon and evening relaxing, cuddled together except for when she was up to cook dinner. I had to admit I was enjoying hanging out naked with her, though I didn't think Diane was all that thrilled when she showed up that evening to check on my progress. Reluctantly, I went to put clothes on when she came by, leaving me unable to hear just exactly what she and Amanda said to each other while I was out of the room.

The next morning dawned bright, clear and warm.

We had a casual shower together, breakfast and still had time to kill before my appointment.

"Well Mister Rodgers, welcome!" a young lady greeted me as I walked into the PT department, with only a little help from Amanda. I was feeling stronger all the time, and I think Amanda could tell. "My name is Desiree. I'll be your therapist," she said as she walked towards me with my file in one hand, holding her other out to shake mine which I ignored. "Oh, I'm sorry. Habit," she said, drawing her hand back. "I did note in your file that there was a note from someone named Bonnie, that care should be taken to avoid skin to skin contact. Something about unusual side effects? Oh well. We'll be careful. Now, you're going to need shorts," she said, walking to a shelf. She pulled off a pair of black nylon shorts and handed them to me. "You can change in the bathroom if you want," she said cheerfully.

I nodded and headed to the bathroom to change, pulling off my workout pants and stepping into the shorts, wishing that I hadn't forgone the briefs. I walked out and then followed her out to the main working area.

"So, we want to do range of motion work here, and I want you to walk at least twice a day."

"How far?"

"As far as you can, but at least a mile to start with," she answered. "You can walk a track if you want, but with the weather getting nicer, I recommend being outside." She said as she put on a pair of latex gloves.

"Alright. So what do we do here?"

"Alright. On your back on the mat," she said curtly. She knelt down at my feet and pushed my legs apart, so she was kneeling on the mat between my legs. She lifted my right leg and pushed my leg up and back, stretching me until I grunted in discomfort. "It's gonna have to hurt if you plan on getting all your motion back," she said as she let my leg down. "Other side now," she said lifting my left leg and pushing it up and back. I couldn't help but see where her eyes were looking, nor could I help but feel the cool breeze of the air conditioning blowing up the baggy leg of my shorts. The more she looked the more self-conscious I became, feeling my dick getting hard. We switched legs again, letting her stretch my right leg before going back to the left.

I couldn't help but feel somewhat attracted to her. She had on gloves and was being careful not to touch me, but I could still feel a growing desire to see her pull her shirt up and flash me her tits. In fact, the longer we worked, the more I thought about how she looked, and what her tits had to look like. I began to wonder if she had on a sports bra or a regular bra.

"Sports," she said, almost as if she were reading my mind.

"Yeah?"

"Uh huh," she answered as she switched legs again.

"I bet I can guess your underwear," I grunted as she pushed my right leg up past the pain point.

"You think?" she asked, lowering my right leg and switching back to my left again.

"I do."

"I doubt it," she answered.

"I'll bet you that I can."

"Oh? Bet what?"

"You have to show me if I guess right," I grunted as she pushed my left leg up with one hand, her other moving to my pelvis and pressing down on my body to hold my butt on the ground.

"Okay. If you guess right, I'll take 'em off and give 'em to you," she said as she lowered my leg and then remained kneeling between my legs. "So what color?"

"Pink," I answered. "Pink thong."

She looked at me a little startled. "Pink thong?"

"Yep," I answered confidently.

She looked at me and then looked around to see if anyone else was around. She stood up, bent over and untied her shoes and stepped out of them. She looked around again and then in one quick move, pushed her spandex pants down, pulling the off her legs. She skimmed the tiny pink thong panties down and stepped out of them, standing for a moment with her bare teenage looking pussy completely exposed.

"Wanna show me your tits while you're at it?"

"Should I?"

"I think so." I nodded.

She looked around again and then pulled her shirt up to her chin and then the heavy sports bra that was encasing her easily C cup boobs.

"Very nice," I said honestly.

She shifted herself to sit on the floor between my legs, her legs sticking towards me, one foot on either side of me. She leaned back, mostly naked, holding herself up with one hand. She reached out with her free hand and pushed up the leg of my shorts coaxing my hard-on, already pointed down my shorts leg, out until it pointed straight at her pussy. She grinned at me and then lifted her butt off the floor, using her feet and one hand as support. She moved herself towards me, guiding me to her wet lips. Her pussy was full and round, only the tips of her inner lips trying to peek at me from between them. She rubbed my head around her lips, dipping just the tip of my head lightly between them. She smeared the precum leaking from my tip around her lips and then pulled herself even closer, letting my head spread her full round lips. "Ohhhhhh fuuuuuuuck," she moaned as she pulled herself closer yet, forcing my engorged head to spread her lips and slide slowly into her. "Ohhhh my God yesssss! Fuck Jeremy, that's what I wanted!" she hissed.

"Oh fuck Sis," I groaned as she pushed herself further on my cock. "I can't believe you're doing this."

"Why not? Your sister's pussy not good enough for your cock?" she asked as she wiggled her hips to settle herself. She pulled back a few inches and then pushed towards me again, sliding part way off my shaft before driving hard onto it again.

"It's not that Sis... Oh shit that feels good!" I groaned as she started to lift and lower her hips, pumping my cock in and out of her, my hard shaft grinding against her clit with each stroke.

"Better than that slut you call a wife?" she almost snarled as she pumped her hips up and down, driving me into her hard with each stroke.

"She's not a slut," I protested weakly, the sensations of my sister's pussy pushing intelligent argument out of existence.

"Really? Fucking your best friend isn't being a slut?" she asked as she pounded on me harder. "You forgave her and what did she do? Go fuck him again?"

"Ohhhh damn," I groaned.

"Feel good Jer? You like your sister's pussy? Does it feel like your slutty wife's pussy?"

"Oh God Sis. You feel so fucking good doing that," I groaned as my impending orgasm started to race towards completion.

"That's it. Fuck me. Fuck your sister's hot pussy. Forget about that slut wife. She doesn't deserve your respect or your cock. You need a piece of ass, you know where to come. I can give you better sex than that slut any day, and if you want more, I can always get friends to come fuck too," she moaned loudly as her legs started to tremble. "Come on Jer. Give it to me. Give me your cum!"

"Ohhhhhh shiiiiiiiit!" I groaned loudly as I climaxed in her tight pussy, her own orgasm spasming around me as I pumped shot after shot into her.