The Awakening Society

by Madden, J. M.

  Her words seemed to echo his thoughts, and his mind disintegrated into chaos. What little clarity he had attained after the orgasm wouldn’t last long with her wandering around in that teddy thing. And, God, those heels. He cleared his throat nervously and tried to be casual in his nudity.

  “How did I get chosen for this? My dad just told me a few things, and put a paper with your address in my hand.”

  Her dark lips spread in a smile. “Your father signed you up the day you were born.”

  Harrison frowned. “Are you serious? Eighteen years ago?”

  “To the day. April eighteenth, nineteen-eighty-four.”

  She was quiet for a moment and it looked as if she were gathering her thoughts. She stared out the dark window into the night and ran her fingers over her thigh.

  “The Awakening Society was created by my great-great-grandmother back in Prohibition times. She was a ‘kept woman’, and it chafed. She thought that if the women at home could take better care of their men, they’d have better home lives. So she taught a group of women what the men wanted. And things did improve. Then the women had the idea to teach the young boys before they became men. The Awakening Society was created to teach those men what was expected by Southern women before they were ruined by their peers with whoring and drink.”

  Harrison was fascinated. “So, your family started it?”

  “Yes, a hundred and some years ago. There are a few other branches across the South, but in Savannah, the Society will end with me. And you.”

  “Why do you say that?”

  A frown wrinkled her brow and she looked down, letting her long hair shield her face. “Well, Harrison, I’ll let you in on a secret. I’ve been doing this for a long time, and I believe I’ve done a good job over the years, but I can’t have children. So, there’s no one to carry on the heritage. Besides, I want something different for my future. I want to travel, and find a man to settle down with someday. Can you imagine trying to explain the Society to a man you were in love with?”

  That was understandable. “So, how often do you…” he made a motion at them.

  “Bring a young man over? You’re the first, and last, this year. That’s another reason for the Society to fade into obscurity. Very few people actually remember the Society and its purposes - only the very oldest of families.” She looked at him pointedly.

  The Walker family was one of the oldest in the area. He could trace his ancestry back hundreds of years.

  Harrison wondered what she did to support herself. The antiques surrounding him were valuable, and the big old walk-up house was well-kept. That much even he could see. Did she take money to do this?

  Those eyes narrowed in humor as she seemed to read his mind. “I run a digital real estate company for the Savannah area. It enables me to be flexible, so to speak, when I need my evenings free. I don’t take money from the Society.”

  He had no idea what a digital realtor did, but it sounded like it paid well, so he left it at that. The fact that she wasn’t a paid… entertainer eased his mind. She was watching him patiently, waiting for more questions, and he had to wonder how this was going to affect her.

  “Well, if this is your last ‘Awakening’, what can I do to make it more memorable for you?”

  Tonya’s pretty brown eyes saddened for a brief second before she laughed. “Oh, Harrison. You’ve already made it memorable. Thank you for thinking of me though.” Her gaze lowered, and he felt it land on his semi-erect cock. “Now, if you don’t have any more questions, let’s move on. Come here.”

  She sat up on the couch and motioned him forward. Gulping, he forced his bare feet to move across the cold floor. Blood started heading to his groin just from the thought of being close to her. To her mouth specifically. In his mind he could see her wrap her red lips around him. His cock liked the thought, and rose to point directly at her mouth.

  Tonya looked up at him. “Do you have something in mind, Harrison? Now is the time to tell me.”

  His heartbeat accelerated to the point that he thought it was going to pound out of his chest. She knew what he wanted, but she was going to make him say it. “I’ve never, um...” Stopping, he reworded what wanted to come out of his mouth. “Tonya, I would love to see your beautiful lips wrapped around my penis.”

  Appreciation showed in her eyes at the compliment. Leaning forward, she kissed the tip of his cock, then licked gently up the underside of the head.

  “Mmm,” she moaned. “You taste wonderful.” Widening her mouth, she enveloped him in delicious heat and used her tongue to tease the sensitive rim. Then she opened her mouth wide and took him even deeper. Once, twice, she glided her mouth down the length of him, then back up. His hips rocked, instinctively, and he clenched his hands. Nothing in the world had ever felt so good. Shivers danced down his spine and it was all he could do not to reach out, hold her head, and slam his dick into her mouth. Exactly what a Southern gentleman should not do. She seemed to sense his desperation because she pulled away.

  “Harrison,” she said quietly.

  He blinked down at her and tried to memorize the scene, her dainty tongue licking his skin. “Yes, ma-Tonya?”

  “I can’t wait any longer. I’m going to bind you, now. Follow me.”

  She stood up and dropped her robe onto the settee, almost destroying his sanity as she turned and drifted to the doorway of the bedroom. Her ass cheeks peeked at him from beneath the little skirt, and he clenched his fists to keep from touching. The bed she led him to a bed only covered by a fitted sheet. Men’s silk ties lay at the top corners of the mattress. He’d never even considered sex like that, with the woman totally in control, but a frantic thrill rolled through him. With Tonya guiding him, he’d try anything.

  “Lie down.”

  Not caring if he looked too eager, he lowered himself onto the bed, positioning his arms spread eagle. Quickly and efficiently, she tied his right wrist, and then leaned over him to tie his left. Her breasts swayed in his face as she worked, and he couldn’t help but reach out to taste a nipple with his tongue. Tonya hesitated above him to give him a chance to do what he wanted. He suckled her gently and the dark nipple hardened in his mouth. She moaned and pressed against him slightly.

  “That’s very nice, Harrison. A woman’s breasts can be sensitive enough that careful attention can actually send her into orgasm.”

  His cock twitched and his mouth watered for more. But she pulled away to stand by the bedside. Tugging experimentally, he realized he could probably pull his wrists away from the restraints.

  “They’re not meant to hold you forever. Just for a little while. Now, watch and learn.”

  High heels were kicked aside and he was surprised when she lifted her right foot to rest on the edge of the mattress, almost directly at eye level. Her hands drifted down her torso, under the little skirt and to the crotch of the teddy. She tugged, and he heard snaps release. Then he couldn’t think at all because she peeled the white teddy up over her head, exposing a tiny strip of black hair at her pussy, and tan skin across her smooth belly and heavy breasts. Every man’s wet dream. Fuck! Desperately, he closed his eyes to fight off his orgasm. The iron headboard creaked as he tugged sharply on the ties. He breathed deeply, eyes closed, for several seconds before he trusted himself enough not to come as soon as he saw her. When he opened his eyes, Tonya had her finger between the lips of her pussy. She held the finger up in front of him, and it glistened with moisture.

  “When you get a woman wet like this, it means she’s aroused.”

  He nodded. That was one thing he did know. It blew his mind that she could be attracted to him, though.

  Tonya played there for several seconds and his eyes began to burn from not blinking. Suddenly, she climbed onto the bed and straddled him. His sensitive cock rested against the crack of her glorious ass. “Now, Harrison, I want you to watch what I do.” She widened her sleek thighs, bringing him closer to her wet pussy. Moaning, he fought with himself to remain in control,
and not rip his fists away from the restraints. He wanted to touch, and feel and taste, but she was going to torture him first.

  “I’m watching, Tonya,” he panted.

  She smiled down at him and then leaned back, with her left hand on his thigh and brought her right hand back to her pussy. Sliding two fingers inside, she V’d her fingers to spread the lips apart. Layers of plump pink flesh shone in the light from the bedside lamp, calling to him. Her long middle finger glided around a little protrusion at the top of her slit.

  “This is the clitoris, or clit. It is the woman’s pleasure point. Manipulating this will bring a woman to orgasm fairly quickly. But you have to be gentle. Minute, soft movements.” She glided her hand up and down the wet folds, and ran the tip of her middle finger up around her clit. She did this several times, and her thighs began to twitch. Her eyes drifted closed as her movements sped up. Moaning, she brought her wet fingers up to paint her breast, then reached forward to rest her long middle finger against his lips. Harrison immediately opened his mouth and tongued the digit inside. Flavors burst upon his tongue, earthy and salty. He licked every bit of her he could until she pulled her hand away.

  The burn of an orgasm slid through his body and centered in his groin. The movement of her body kept brushing against the head of his cock, but it wasn’t enough to get him off. He curled his stomach, and slid it up the crack of her ass. He was already leaking pre-cum, and he glided easily in his own moisture. There, that would do it if he could keep it going.

  “Almost Harrison.”

  Again, she parted her body, and that long finger delved between two deeper folds, disappearing completely. In and out that finger moved, showing him exactly what to do. His body mimicked the action at her ass, and she smiled. “Perfect. Now, just a second and I will show you what a woman’s orgasm feels like.”

  That talented finger started gliding around her clit again, faster and faster. Her thighs were twitching constantly now, and she panted in time with her movements. God, she’s masturbating on top of me! She suddenly leaned forward just a few precious inches, just enough that the tip of his cock landed at her hand as it sprang forward. Guiding him into her body, she sank down.

  Harrison groaned, savoring the feeling of being balls deep inside a woman for the very first time. It was the hottest feeling he had ever felt on his cock, and when she started teasing her clit again, twitching around him, grinding on top of him, his orgasm rushed at him. Hers hit first, and she cried out, spasming on top of him. Deep inside, her body clutched his cock tight, milking him, but it wasn’t enough. Ripping his wrists away from the restraints, he clamped his hands onto her hips and pistoned himself up into her. The orgasm slammed into him, merciless, bowing his back against the bed and making him scream out. Tonya cried out above him, and he felt her body tightening even more. Wave after wave of cum burst from him, and it was several long seconds before his body finally began to relax.

  Tonya melted onto him, shuddering, her breasts pressing tight to his chest and her breath puffing against his neck. Her long, dark hair blanketed him. Wrapping his arms around her, he levered himself over until he was the one on top. The position felt natural; he leaned down to press his lips to hers. Tonya wrapped her arms around him and angled her head for his kiss, giving every indication she was enjoying what he was doing.

  “Is this okay?” he whispered, nibbling down her jaw.

  “Oh, yes,” she sighed. “This time is completely you, Harrison.”

  Pulling away from her body, he sat back on his heels to look down at her. Her dark lipstick was gone. Her hair wasn’t as sleek as before, but she was more beautiful to him than anything he’d ever seen. Reaching out with both hands, he cupped her breasts, playing with the dark tan nipples. “Is it too soon to start again?”

  She shook her head against the bed and watched him. Raising her arms above her head, she clutched the scrolled metal headboard, bringing her breasts up higher. Even though he should have been tired, his cock started to swell with excitement. Unable to resist, he angled forward wrapping his mouth around her left nipple, making it tighten like it did when she’d leaned over to tie him down. A shiver coursed through her as he shifted to the other side, doing the same. It was thrilling that he, a scrawny kid with so little experience, could make her body respond that way. Pulling back, he ran his hands down her sides, across the flesh of her hips, and down to grip her knees in his hands. Pressing out, he spread her wide.

  His cum trickled down her ass cheeks to dampen the sheets beneath her. He couldn’t resist running his fingers through the moisture and along her body, exploring. It was fascinating and carnal; the very opposite of how he had been taught to behave. Gently, he searched out her clit with the tip of his thumb, gliding in slow circles the way she had done. Within seconds, her hips were pulsing in time with his movements and she was whispering directions.

  “Yes, just like that. Faster, Harrison, faster.”

  Shifting slightly, he slipped the middle finger of his opposite hand into her cunt, learning by feel what made her react.

  “Oh, yes Harrison,” she moaned. “Now turn your hand palm up, and run your finger along the forward wall. There’s a tiny little rough spot there, and it is super sensitive. That’s the G-spot. Oh, yes, oh God, keep doing that.”

  His cock was rock hard again, but there was no way he was doing anything until he got her off. Flexing his fingers, he worked that spot and made circles around her clit. Subtle adjustments provoked wild reactions in her body. When she started breathing faster, he knew he was on the right track.

  “Right there, right there, right there,” she moaned. Keening, she suddenly convulsed on the bed, twisting wildly. His hands were dislodged and he could only wait as her spasms continued on and finally dwindled away. It seemed to take a long time, but he knew it was probably only seconds before she grinned and crooked her finger to him.

  Not yet.

  Following some instinctual drive, he pressed her down to the mattress and once again spread her thighs. This time, though, he pressed a kiss to the plump wet flesh of her cunt. She tasted phenomenal, rich and lush, forbidden. She still quivered from her orgasm, and he took a second just to catalog her reactions. Narrowing his tongue, he found her clit and swirled around her clit, pressing deeper where she was wetter. Tonya moaned and he felt the points of her fingernails dig into his scalp, urging him on. Sealing his mouth over her, he lapped and fondled until she was quaking beneath him through another orgasm.

  Now it was his turn. Even as she began to calm, he positioned himself over her and guided his cock into her, seating himself perfectly. For a brilliant second, he paused, savoring the feeling. This was what he’d wanted. This was what he’d been missing out on. For a split second, he didn’t want to come. He just wanted to lay here, with her wrapped around him, savoring the perfection of the moment, but the need couldn’t be denied. Rocking his hips instinctively, he did what his body told him to do, pushing into her as deep as he could go, trembling with need. He’d denied himself long enough.

  Her hips bucked up into his, driving him wild. She lifted her feet and wrapped her long legs around his waist, changing the angle. His orgasm rolled through him, more gentle than the previous two, but somehow vastly more satisfying. Every muscle in his body screamed with tension as his body contracted from the inside out. Perhaps it was the position, with her arms cradling him and her lips pressing against his neck, but it seemed to go on forever.

  Bracing himself on his elbows above her, he let his head hang beside her shoulder, inhaling her earthy fragrance as he tried to regain his breath. Nobody had ever told him sex would rock his very foundations. Or how strong and finally complete he would feel. Now he knew what everybody snickered and talked about when the subject of sex came up. He waited for his heartbeat to return to normal before trying to speak.

  “Thank you,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

  Tonya smiled up at him. “No, Harrison. Thank you. That was beyond my
wildest expectations. You have made my last Awakening so very memorable.”

  He looked down at her breasts pressed to his chest, and the visual rocked him. Taking a breath for courage, he cocked an eyebrow at her. “So, is three orgasms the limit, or is there room for negotiation?”

  Her brown eyes narrowed with humor, and her sexy mouth pursed in thought. “Maybe you do need more instruction. Give me a few minutes, and I’ll see what else I can come up with.”

  Chapter Three

  Tonya woke up with gritty eyes, sticky legs and a smile on her face. A cramp tightened her back, and she was reminded about the drawbacks of aging and trying to keep up with a much younger man. Harrison Walker III had gone from a bumbling elementary student learning to play the cello to the conductor guiding the symphony. In the space of a few hours he had learned all of the lessons she normally taught, and then modified and perfected them beyond what she could ever hope. His arms were wrapped tightly around her middle, spooning her.

  In a few years, he would make some woman extremely happy.

  They’d played for several hours through the night, then escaped to the kitchen to raid the refrigerator. Tonya was amazed at how easy she was with him in her space. Generally, her clients stayed for two, possibly three hours, then left. She usually never heard from them again, although she did occasionally see one of her men walking on the street, or in the paper in a marriage announcement. She always smiled when she saw them, and made note of the occurrence in her journal.

  Perhaps the fact that Harrison was her last pupil she was delaying the inevitable parting.

  They’d gotten ham sandwiches to snack on, and then ran giggling back to her bedroom for another ‘lesson’. She turned her head enough to peek at him over her shoulder.

  He was wide awake, staring at her as if he’d urged her to turn.

  “I know I need to go soon,” he whispered. “Just don’t say it.”

  Emotion tightened her throat, making her question the wisdom of letting him stay.