Reawakening 
Deb and Bill in the laundry room...M/F, oral, 
cons, rom 

By Marklemagne

A free press must be used responsibly. If you 
shouldn't read this story  because it might make 
you feel strange and want to do things that mom 
and  dad and pastor said are wrong, then stop 
reading. This is a  true story. No, really it is. 
Some, but not all, of the names have been  
changed. This is one in a series of sexual 
adventures of people I know. It  did not happen to 
me, although I wish it had. My avocation is to get  
people to tell me true sexual escapades then 
convert them into these  stories. I hope you enjoy 
it. Feedback is always welcome at  
marklemagne@canada.com. You can save a copy of 
this for your off-line  enjoyment and repost it, 
as long as you give me credit and don't charge  
people to read it.
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Tony had only been dead about five months, but Deb 
felt like it had been a  lifetime since she had 
shared anything remotely intimate with anyone. And  
those last few months, as the cancer took its toll 
on Tony, there was no way  he could make love to 
her as they once did...a million light-years away 
and  several eons in the past. She hadn't missed 
the sex then, her mind was  filled with sorrow 
even before Tony died and there was no room and no 
time  for such trivial things like sex when they 
had to fit a lifetime of living  into a few short 
weeks.

At 34, Deb was too young to be a widow, but she 
was. Tony's cancer tore  through their lives like 
a tornado, leaving rubble and destruction in its  
wake and leaving Deb alone to care for Claire and 
Ryan. This wasn't the way  it was supposed to be, 
she told herself over and over. This doesn't 
really  happen; it's like a bad made-for-TV movie.

But it had happened, and Tony had died and was 
buried next to his  grandparents under a 200-year-
old oak tree in Deepdale Cemetery. And Deb  was 
alone with the children. No skills...a stay-at-
home mom...alone. Sure,  there was the insurance. 
Tony had been a municipal worker, so he had decent  
benefits and Harrisburg was small enough that even 
the mayor had come to the  funeral and promised to 
take care of Deb and the kids. She was getting by  
on his insurance money and going to the local 
community college where she  was working toward an 
associate's degree in accounting.

Five months he had been gone, Deb thought. She 
brushed a strand of blonde  hair out of her eyes 
and looked out through the kitchen window. Claire 
and  Ryan were playing on the swing-set with Bill 
Duncan, a co-worker of Tony's  who had been 
helping her rake the leaves that had left a knee-
deep carpet of  brilliant red and yellow and brown 
on the lawn. Bill had been coming around  more 
often than any of Tony's other coworkers and Deb 
appreciated the help  he provided. He was good 
with the children and he didn't hesitate to work  
around the house, unlike some of the others who 
merely stopped by to drink a  beer and hint around 
at giving Deb a little of what she had been 
missing. No one was so brazen as to make a pass at 
her, of course. But the men who  came by to fix 
the roof or to roto-till the garden looked at Deb 
with an  eye that was not just a little lecherous. 
There was something about a young  widow with 
small children alone in that big house that made 
their hearts  beat a little faster and their balls 
get heavier between their legs and  their cocks 
stir in their pants. It was a primeval drive that 
made them want  to come into her home, take 
control and feel her submit to them. She was  safe 
in her home; the drive these men felt was not one 
of conscious lust,  but rather something deep 
within them that had been hard-wired into their  
psyche.

But Bill was different. He was married...no 
children. He was warm and open  and honest with 
Deb and he knew that she wasn't in need of a 
guardian angel  or a knight in shining armor. She 
needed a strong back and someone with a  pick-up 
truck who was willing to haul two cords of 
firewood. Bill knew this  and he played the part 
perfectly. He didn't spend too much time alone 
with  Deb, lest the neighbors begin to talk, and 
yet he always seemed to sense  when something 
needed to be done around the house.

Two years older than Deb, Bill wasn't handsome, 
but he wasn't homely  either. His hair was thick 
dark brown and it tended to become too long  
overnight. He stood about six feet tall and was 
toned from working in the  maintenance shed at the 
county garage. His hands were rough and Deb 
thought  that his fingers looked like a pianist's. 
Bill was the kind of man who was  cursed with 
whiskers that were heavy enough to require a daily 
shave, but  not full enough that he could ever 
grow a decent beard.

Deb had skin that was a luxurious blend of ivory 
and cream and was so  smooth to the touch that it 
felt like velvet. Her sparkling blue eyes shone  
paler than the sapphires, and well, to put it 
bluntly, her full red lips  were the kind she and 
her girlfriends referred to as "blow job" lips. 
She  always managed to have a warm red glow on her 
cheeks, and one of the few  luxuries she insisted 
on giving herself was a weekly trip to the nail 
salon  to have her manicure. The nails stood like 
exclamation points at the end of  her small, soft 
hands. 

"Mom-meeee!"

Claire slammed through the screen door, her 
mittens flapping behind her like  twin kite-tails. 
She yelled again. 

"Mah-mee!" 

"I'm right here," Deb replied. "No need to 
scream."

"Mom, can we have some hot chocolate, pleeeeze?" 
The little girl, her visage  a magical combination 
of her father's face and her mother's eyes, leaned  
into her mother's legs and looked straight up at 
her, wrapping her arms  around Deb's thighs.

"Why certainly, darling," Deb replied. She turned 
to the pantry and took  out the cocoa mix. "Where 
is Ryan?"

"He and Bill are putting the rakes in the shed." 
Claire was six years old  and Ryan was eighteen 
months younger. 

Deb and her sister shared one thing in common. All 
their husbands had to do  was look at them cross-
eyed and they got pregnant. Tony and Deb had 
decided  to start trying to have a child when Deb 
learned she was already pregnant,  and she had 
just started back to work part-time in a job she 
loved, when she  found out she was pregnant with 
Ryan.

As Deb put a saucepan of milk on the burner to 
warm for cocoa, Bill and  Ryan came stomping 
through the back door. Ryan, like most small boys, 
was  providing his own soundtrack for life. He was 
incapable of moving from one  room to the next 
without some sort of "woosh" or other emotive 
noise. Deb  thought she probably said "stop 
exploding!" a thousand times a day to Ryan.

"Mama, put on a video," Ryan asked, dumping his 
coat on the kitchen floor.

"Put on a video, PLEASE," Deb replied. "And pick 
up your coat. That's not  where it belongs."

"Please," Ryan said. And he wooshed out of the 
kitchen into the den.

Bill laughed and followed Ryan out, saying that he 
would take care of the  videotape.

The cocoa was ready by the time Bill returned to 
the kitchen and Deb handed  two cups to Claire. 

"There's one for you and one for your brother," 
she said.

"I'm not his servant," Claire snorted.

"No, you're not. But take it to him anyway," Deb 
said.

Claire left the room and Bill and Deb were alone. 
There was an awkward  pause and then Deb asked him 
"How is Anne?"

Anne was Bill's wife. She was younger than Deb and 
Bill by three years. The  marriage wasn't 
necessarily a happy one, but there was little 
inertia and no  motivation to do anything about 
it. Anne and Bill got along, but they had  long 
ago stopped really loving each other they way they 
had back when they  were married. They lived 
somewhat separate lives; she was plowing her 
energy  into her career and he was getting by as 
best he could.

"Anne is fine," he said, shrugging his shoulders. 
"She's working."

Deb was taking dishes out of the dishwasher and 
putting them away. Bill  would occasionally take a 
plate or glass out and help her. It was clear that  
he didn't want to leave, but he didn't know how to 
ask if he could stay. She didn't want him to go, 
anyway. There was some kind of charge in the air,  
and Deb could feel her pulse thudding away in her 
chest. 

Bill stood behind Deb and leaned against the 
counter. She had her back to  him and he took the 
opportunity to look over her body. She was wearing 
an  off-white wool sweater and olive drab cargo 
pants; her sleeves were pushed  up over her elbows 
and her hair was pulled back and fastened into a 
ponytail  with a rubberband. Bill liked the way 
Deb's ass filled out the cargo pants.  There was 
just a hint of a panty line (which he thought was 
way sexy) and a  clear delineation of where her 
cheeks met the backs of her thighs. Her  sweater 
was loose, but Deb's breasts were large enough to 
push the sides of  the sweater out. She wasn't 
overly large, but she wasn't small either. She  
had managed to keep somewhat in shape after having 
two children, but Deb  would never again be 
centerfold material. Not that that mattered to 
Bill. He  knew he didn't rival Brad Pitt or a soap 
star, and he didn't expect his  women to be 
supermodels, either. 

There was something incredibly sexy and beautiful 
about this woman, he  thought. She's smart, funny, 
strong... He felt a stirring in his pants and  
unsuccessfully willed himself not to get hard. 

"Oh, shit," he thought to himself. "Not now."

His tumescence was barely noticeable through his 
jeans, but to him it felt  huge. He wasn't fully 
erect, it was merely an increased firmness which  
extended his cock downward and drew his balls 
tighter in his crotch. It was  not an unpleasant 
feeling, in fact he welcomed it. It had been a 
long time  since a woman had made him excited in 
this way. Usually he required a bit of  porn - 
mostly sex stories or scenes from direct-to-video 
"erotic thrillers"  to stimulate himself. Anne was 
a good, patient lover, but she was always so  
tired coming home from the city that their sex 
life had dwindled to a few  times a month - if 
that. Mostly he resorted to jerking off to satisfy 
his  urges. Sometimes, he admitted to himself, he 
fantasized about Deb.

She turned around and started toward him, looking 
into his eyes with a sweet  smile. Deb got near to 
him and reached past his left ear toward a 
cupboard.  Trying to get out of her way, Bill 
dodged to his left, then to his right and  took a 
step forward. This placed him closer to her and as 
she reached around  him, her hip brushed his 
groin.

Something that felt like a spark shot up Bill's 
mild erection and flooded  his loins with warmth. 
For his penis, there was no going back now and  
immediately the slightly firm organ filled with 
even more desire  and stiffened. Deb felt the 
spark, too. There was no mistaking his erection  
for anything other than sexual desire and 
immediately her nipples became  erect and rubbed 
in pleasant discomfort against the satin of her 
bra. Her  heart rate jumped and she unconsciously 
licked her lips.

It had been so long since there had been anything 
other than the maternal  closeness she felt for 
her children. Suddenly, she wanted tenderness, and  
she wanted to be touched. Deb wanted to be needed 
and she was thrilled by  the idea that someone out 
there found a 34-year-old widow with two children  
desireable.

Placing the dish in the cupboard, Deb withdrew her 
hand. But the dish  wasn't seated properly and it 
started to slip out of the cupboard. She  leaned 
forward to grab it, pushed it back into place and 
felt Bill's  erection once again against her hip. 
As she lurched to catch the dish, her  breasts 
pushed into Bill's chest and together, they felt 
the hard tips. An  embarassed laugh escaped from 
both of them simultaneously as they  were sure the 
other could feel their desire. A power guided 
Deb's free hand  forward and she placed it on 
Bill's taut stomach. It moved there almost of  its 
own will; under ordinary conditions she never 
would have been so  forward. Something deep inside 
her wanted the contact, and she let it take  
control of her.

"You have very nice fingers," Bill said to her, 
looking down at the hand on  his stomach.

She laughed and didn't know what to say. Bill, 
feeling the same power as  Deb, took her hand in 
his own and held it softly.

"I have always liked red fingernail polish," he 
went on. "It's very sexy."

Deb looked up at him and smiled, her face becoming 
even more flushed with  desire. She licked her 
lips again, and Bill, acting so unlike himself, 
took  this as an invitation to kiss her.It was an 
invitation and Deb welcomed the  kiss. It was 
chaste; Bill didn't want to move any faster than 
she  would let him and he was frantic that she 
would stop this wonderful moment. Soon, he felt 
her lips move beneath his and felt her tongue on 
his lips. He  opened his mouth slightly, thanking 
the heavens he had eaten that Life Saver  while 
raking, and admitted her tongue into his warm 
mouth.

She thought he tasted delicious and his not-too-
wet tongue was just rough  enough to spur on her 
desire. The two lovers broke apart for a moment, 
long  enough to rearrange themselves so that Deb's 
leg fit between Bill's and she  could feel his 
growing desire. Her hand moved on his stomach as 
she leaned  back into him for another kiss. As 
their lips touched and his tongue  extended, her 
hand moved down over his belt buckle and continued 
down the  front of his jeans. This was remarkable, 
she thought. She was rarely  the aggressive one in 
sex play, even though she loved physical intimacy.  
Clearly the months of being alone were driving her 
on. Her hand felt his  hard cock through the pants 
and she moved her fingers up and down  the rough 
fabric, feeling the penis jump beneath her touch. 
Bill moaned into  her mouth.

"Come in here," she said, breaking away from him. 

Deb grabbed Bill by the belt buckle with both 
hands and pulled him into the  nearby laundry 
room. Tilting his head downward to kiss her again, 
he pulled  the sliding door shut and leaned back 
against the washer. 

Once the door was shut, Bill moved his hands up 
the front of Deb's wool  sweater and felt the 
swell of her breasts beneath his fingers. They 
were  bigger than Anne's and he marveled at their 
delicious firmness.  There was nothing that 
compared to the indescribable feeling of a woman's  
breast beneath his hand, Bill thought and he began 
to feel the painful  confinement of his cock.

"mmm," Deb moaned into his mouth as their tongues 
danced. She leaned  further into him, pushing her 
breasts hard into his grasp. "Oh, Bill."

She looked up at him, her eyes shining with 
mischief. Without taking her  eyes off his, Deb 
unbuckled his pants and unsnapped the jeans. She 
fumbled  for the zipper and once open, gently 
eased her hand inside to feel his cock  through 
the cotton of his underpants. He was so hard, she 
thought, and he's  hard because of me. His cock 
was more than six inches long and wider around  
than a decent bratwurst. The head was still spongy 
and she enjoyed the way  his balls moved under the 
tips of her fingers. Her ministrations were  
clearly having an effect on him as his legs turned 
to rubber. Looking down  for the first time, she 
pulled his jeans down so they rested just above 
his  knees. His white jockeys were tented out in 
front from his erection. She  pulled her hand away 
and placed the fingers of both hands on the 
waistband  of his shorts.

He gasped as she pulled the waistband out and 
around his cock, which waved  like a flag pole in 
front of him. Exposed to the cool air, the head 
remained  spongy, even after she pulled the 
underpants down to join his jeans.With her  index 
finger and thumb, she gently took his cock in her 
hand, and slid her  fingers down its length until 
her little finger rested in his black, wiry  pubic 
hair. She placed her other fingers gently on his 
penis and stroked  back up, bringing her other 
hand down to cup his balls.

Bill swooned beneath her touch. Up and down, she 
moved her hand, all the  time gently rolling his 
balls in her other hand. Her index finger  slipped 
underneath his sack to rub his peritoneum and she 
noticed how heavy  his balls felt in her palm. She 
gradually increased both the friction and  the 
pace of her strokes as they kissed. Bill was 
kneading her breasts  through her sweater and he 
pulled his hands away and slid them underneath  
the wool, up her stomach until he felt the fabric 
of her bra. He pulled the  sweater up further and 
they broke apart as he took it off over her head. 
She  was wearing a white, plunge clip-in-front bra 
and he struggled with the  clip. She took his 
hands away and said "I don't want to take it off, 
OK?"

"Sure, whatever you want," he replied breathlessly 
and returned to stroking  her soft mounds through 
the silky fabric. 

"Hop up here," Deb said, tapping the washer.

Bill jumped up and landed on the icy metal top. 
The cold was shocking in  comparison to Deb's 
warmth and she noticed the goosebumps which 
appeared on  his thighs. She wanted to take this 
further, but she didn't want her first  time 
making love with another man to be interrupted by 
the children. 

Instead, Deb leaned down and gently licked the 
head of Bill's cock, now  hard and shiny with 
desire.This was only the second man she had ever 
been  with, so she was immediately struck with how 
different Bill's penis felt in  her mouth. It was 
thicker than Tony's. With her hand around the 
base, she  licked around the head of the cock and 
felt it moving beneath her touch.  Tilting her 
head to the side, she licked down one side of the 
shaft and then  back up the other. Bill was 
moaning as he tried to figure out what to do  with 
his hands. He didn't want to put them on her head, 
lest she gag or feel  trapped, so he put them down 
on the washer and leaned back a bit. She  engulfed 
his cock and took as much of it into her mouth as 
she  could, then pulled back, sucking gently. When 
she got to the head, she  licked it and gave his 
shaft a stroke with her hand. 

Repeating the process, Deb felt the cock growing 
even harder in her mouth  and she felt his head 
get taut. A saltiness overwhelmed her tastebuds, 
and  she recognized it as his precum. Deb licked 
the slit and was  rewarded with a tiny globule of 
clear fluid which she stretched with her  tongue. 
Bill saw the string stretch from his cock to her 
tongue for an  instant before she plunged down 
once again and swallowed. He could  feel her warm 
saliva on his penis, not too wet, but just enough 
to coat his  cock and make it a little slippery.

Deb began moving her head up and down, making 
quiet mewling noises of  pleasure. Bill matched 
her sounds with his own sounds of enjoyment and  
looked down as this beautiful woman sucked his 
cock. As his fluid began to  flow more freely, Deb 
picked up the pace of her sucking and stroking.  
He was getting close now and he wasn't sure what 
he should do. Anne would  only let him ejaculate 
in her mouth if they were in the shower together 
and  it had been close to a year since that had 
happened. Under no circumstances  would she ever 
swallow his semen.

"Oh, Deb..." Bill started. "Deb, I'm gonna cum..."

Deb moaned in reply, and increased the friction 
and pace yet again.

"Deb," he said again. "I'm gonna cum soon."

She drew his cock out of her mouth so just the 
head remained inside.

"So, go ahead and cum," she replied and returned 
to sucking.

Oh my god, he thought. She's gonna let me cum in 
her mouth. The thought of  this forbidden pleasure 
drove him over the top and with a groan he began  
shooting his load.

Deb felt the penis jump and the muscles pumping 
his ejaculate up from his  balls. The first blast 
hit the back of Deb's tongue and her mouth was  
immediately flooded with the taste of semen, salty 
and warm. The  next shot struck the roof of her 
mouth and she stifled her gag reflex as it  flowed 
down her throat. She wasn't too fond of 
swallowing, but it wasn't the  worst thing in the 
world, she thought. A final large blast followed 
the  first two and joined the remnants of his cum 
in a small pool on her tongue.  She closed her 
eyes and swallowed quickly, before the taste and 
texture  became too much. Even after the semen was 
gone, she could still taste it and  feel a little 
bit on her tongue.

She pulled his softening cock out of her mouth, 
licked it once for good  measure and stood up.

"How was that," she purred.

"Oh, man. That was great," Bill replied. "Thank 
you. But what can I do for  you?"

Deb leaned into Bill's arms and kissed him, 
deeply. She knew he got a  little taste of himself 
from her tongue and she was silently pleased that 
he  didn't recoil.

"Bill, you've already done a lot for me," she said 
after they broke apart.

"But..." he started.

"I got a lot of satisfaction out of being 
desired," she said. "I'm not ready  for anything 
more than that, and neither are you."

Bill stood up and fixed his clothing. 

"You're right," he said, somewhat sadly. "But this 
isn't the end of anything  is it?"

She smiled warmly at the man who had helped 
rekindle something she thought  was gone forever.

"Of course not, it's only the beginning," she 
said.