Message-ID: <12939eli$9807122334@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Robert McCarty" Subject: Journey into Sexual Awareness (M/F, anal, humor) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <6o8cm1$ckn0$1@newssvr04-int.news.prodigy.com> *copyright 1998* Written by an adult for an adult in adult fashion. *********************** Three years ago I was a domesticated housewife, mother of three and a full-time nurse. I did everything that was expected of me, even to a fault. I had grown up in the Midwestern culture that had my role clearly defined. But that was three years ago. Then mother nature took her course and my sexual organs began rumbling and started to petition my brain that they were being underused and not living up to their potential. I had always had a healthy sex drive but I had limited myself to what my defined role had said. My husband, John, God bless his soul was even worse off then me. We had experimented a little, and when I say experimented I mean in an old-fashioned petri dish sort of way, let's put this on top of this and see what develops after awhile. Frequency and duration weren't really a problem in this hypothesis but by way of variety, well let's just say I had out done the missionaries. Then along came my prime. I had read it in all the text books, knew it was coming but still wasn't aware the magnitude of it's power. Somewhere along age thirty-four there were sirens whirling, horns blowing, flags waving, my god, a veritable welcoming parade that with a booming airport speaker voice said "You are now ready to test the boundaries of your sexual freedom". Never being one to ignore loud voices, especially those that spoke with such authority, I agreed whole-heartedly. The question though was how to do this, so I hiked myself over to the library. I bypassed my usual fiction, gardening and cooking areas and went straight to the erotic and sexual awareness aisle. There was another woman there who could have been my clone. I even fancied that we were Stepford wives about to be discovered. That we had somehow survived the transformation from human into robot. She looked sheepishly down at the book in her hand. I just smiled attempting to make her feel comfortable. My smile either made her think I was coming on to her or showed her the error of her ways or both, doubling her discomfort because she stuffed the book back into the shelf and with nose in air, huffed by me. I giggled to myself and thought oh well, the ranks of Stepford wives gone amuck had just dropped to one. My curiosity got the best of me and I reached for the book she had hurriedly returned. It was a book of 101 sexual positions based on the Kama-sutra. I haphazardly flipped it open and began to fumble through the pages just to look at the pictures. Many of them I decided were arousing, others would take the limberness of a gymnast and then the willpower of a silent monk not to end up in full blown belly laughs but all in all I decided it was a book to take home and show to John. With book in hand and the still left-over romantic flair from watching Rogers and Hammerstein's Cinderella every year religiously I proceeded to set the trap for my unsuspecting husband. The evening was a go when the kids were all dispersed to individual friends and family. John was excited, not because he knew of my purchase or my eager sex organs but because he knew we at least were going to add another missionary strike to the bedpost tally. I cleaned, shaved, shampooed, fluffed and powdered til I was a walking commercial for Lancome. He came into the room, pleased with my preparations and was already sporting an erection. He slipped into bed beside me and began to kiss me. Passion was there it just needed a boost. So I pulled out the book and said "look what I bought". He looked at it as if the gates of hell had just opened up and was pulling us both in. "What's wrong with the way we do things?" I swear I heard a whine at the end of things so it was more like thiiiiings. "Nothing is wrong with it honey but it's like this, if carrot cake were your favorite dessert and you ate it every day, eventually you might want to try the Dutch Apple pie, but it wouldn't mean that carrot cake wasn't still your favorite." So he took the book and began to thumb through it. His arousal which had faltered for just a second began to twitch again and I thought I was home free. He came to a particularly involved picture and said " You are not getting me to try that, no sex is worth a trip to the doctor". My new found burgeoning libido wanted to argue that point but I let it go. Finally I grabbed the book and turned to position 22. I had always known that A would fit into B but this was showing how A could also go into C. My "c" kind of liked the idea and began to moisten in it's avid approval. I showed him the picture and waited. Long minutes passed, and I had already begun to listen to the burning synapses between vagina and brain and was casually fingering. He tossed the book to the side and said "I think we can do that!" And proceeded to place his hand over mine. Lots of mutual groping and rabid touching commenced. The passion that had been only slightly kindled before now burst into flames that would do a Fourth of July celebration proud. There was only some minor fumbling when we placed our bodies in the position of doggy-style that had been illustrated. I had a few reservations but my pre-orgasmic body had already taken control of the intellectual side and told it to take a much needed nap. As it turned out that was the only part of me that was sleeping. The rest of me was alive and hungry with the thought of doing what many thought of as taboo. We took special care with pillows and positioning, and he must have asked me six times if I were sure. I finally said if I were any more sure I would do the Bobbit and proceed without him. He mustered up some resolve and realized that even though I might feel some discomfort it was what I wanted and he could certainly comply. Simple logistics told us that there would have to be some kind of lubrication and I suggested finding hole B first. He complied with fervor and I nearly went from stoic control to blathering idiot. When he finally decreed it was time for the main attraction, I was thoroughly prepared to do anything the book had to offer. I must admit his gentle nature came in handy at this point as he breached the smaller opening with tenderness. When he had successfully broken through the virginal hole he hesitated and tried to control his desire to simply thrust. I sensed his need that mirrored my own and pushed my body back along him until he was firmly ensconced to the hilt. Somewhere in the recesses of my mind, I heard a tiny voice say "Take that libido!!" and then I was lost completely to sensation after sensation as he began the rhythm of in and out. My entire body was fraught with nerve endings doing the "happy dance". Nothing before had ever made me tingle to this degree. I didn't want the feeling to end and in contrast couldn't wait to peak. John, was completely caught up in the melee and his groans and grunts went from inaudible to resounding. I recognized the signals he wouldn't last much longer so I reached under and answered the call by rubbing myself. The orgasm that followed was the most completely body consuming that I had ever had. The spasms started in my nether regions and shattered throughout my body. Blazing trails that refused to die out until the point of exit which seemed to be my toes and they actually curled. John's was simultaneous and just as powerful if groans that measure on the Richter scale were any indication. The next thing I knew the gates of hell had really opened up to let the fire lick at my no longer virginal hole C. Pain seared through me and all I could think of was I should have put the book back and been a good Stepford wife. John must have recognized my howl of pain or it could have been my distinct "get out" and he complied. As soon as I was empty again the pain was gone and all that remained was the incredible aftershocks. I decided right then and there that this journey into sexual awareness had it's drawbacks but it's rewards far outweighed them. Now that we had successfully tried position 22, with any luck John would give into positions 69-101 and eventually I could earn frequent user miles in that aisle at the bookstore. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ---- -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----