Instead I headed to Hawaii and the South Pacific, but along the way things changed.  My private jet went down about three miles off the shore of a very remote island.  Uninhabited Island I should say, and the pilot was lost in the crash, as was the director of the company that was flying with me.  This was suppose to be an incentive flight to paradise and in the hopes that perks like these would attract me to work for them.  As I struggled to swim to shore I watched it sink into the deep blue along with my previous life.

I fought the tidal waves that rocked the shoreline to swim in and as I made land, I passed out.  When I awoke it was night and not a light anywhere except the stars.  I stumbled to my feet and found myself in total disarray.  My blouse was torn open and worthless to me, and my short pants were torn on the left side.  I was bare foot and the wet sand squished between my toes.  All I had was gone and I could find nothing in the dark, so I felt my way up to the edge of the sand until I could see a little better in the dark.  They say your eyes adapt and they are right, the dim starlight began to allow me to see forms and shapes of trees and I made my way under two bent palm tress and collapsed crying.  I fell asleep sometime later from fatigue and awoke the next day at sunrise.  If I had planned the trip it would have been paradise.  The golden sun and slightly red parched sky going to blue purple and then black was a masterful piece of art.  The serene gentle breeze through the air and the waving leaves of the palm above me were perfect, except that I had no food, clothes or drinking water.  I began to search the coastline and then scout around the beach area and suddenly by luck I found an emergency kit from the jet and some other items bobbing up and down in the lagoon that I had washed ashore in.  I made my way to them and found a medical kit, a survival kit and my suitcase.  There were also some finned visitors just a few yards away and I recognized them and quickly got out of the water, as two hammerhead sharks approached me.  I got the supplies to shore and found some canned meats in the survival kit along with peaches, corn and beans. Two bottles of drinking water and a blanket along with a plastic map of the pacific, all secured inside this backpack in my hands.  There was a flashlight, two flares, a box of wooden matches and bottle of fluid and an old timer lighter.  The multi blade knife wasn’t big but the blades were sharp, as was the small hatchet.  Then I found a loaded 38 and a box of bullets.  There was a compass and some weird little gadget that looked like a protractor and some pencils and an unopened small pad of notes.  The medical kit had bandages, creams and ointments and a few dozen packs of aspirin.  Just the basics for a cut or headache and one big surprise a bottle of vodka and another on of hydrogen peroxide.  I opened the vodka and swallowed half the pint before I knew it.  Then I opened a can of the meat and lapped it up and sat back under the trees with my haul until I realized I needed to get some clothes on.  I opened my case and found almost of them were wet as could be and filled with sand.  I found a tank top and a black pair of silk boxers and stripped myself and put my rags in the case and then placed the new ones on.  I also had a pair of flip flops in the case and quickly covered my bare feet.  Then I pulled the bags all together and drifted off to sleep on the beach on top of them.

I awoke late afternoon and the sun now behind me and began to get bold enough to look for real shelter.  I also knew I needed to find some firewood and most of all drinking water.  I wondered up the trails that were open areas between the palms and then along a small ridge until I heard water rolling along in a stream.  I followed the sound and happened upon a small fresh water inlet that was bubbling along and not more than two feet deep and crystal clear.  I flopped into it and drank and played in it as I rejoiced at my good luck for a change.  Then I began to look for shelter and just on the other side of the stream was the oddest looking thing I could imagine.  It was shrouded in jungle floral and vines and plants but it looked like a silver wing.  I went over to it and found the remains of an old bomber that had crashed there many years ago.  I nosed around inside and used a palm branch to clear away the cobwebs and found it empty and bare, but also a perfect shelter.  No holes in the top of it and an area big enough to sleep in.

I went back to the lagoon and carried all my supplies up to the wreckage and before the darkness set in I had moved it all inside and also found enough wood for a small fire.  Then as the night closed in I secured myself in the blanket and fell asleep.  After eating the canned peaches and drinking some of the fresh water I ventured out into the unknown once more and made my way along the ridge until I came to sharp overlook spot near the summit of the island.  The brisk wind began to swirl around me and as I looked out over the land, I could see nothing but trees and water.  On all sides of this island there were no other signs of life.  I had heard birds and see a couple of wild boars along my way, but nothing else lived here, but me.  I found and recognized some native plants that were edible from the pamphlet in the survival kit and gathered them up using my tank top as a grocery bag.

Now if you had told me a week earlier that I would be topless, picking berries and herbs and alone on a desert island I would have laughed, yet here I was.  The sun beat down on my skin, and I had no problems with that as I was already tanned.  It felt good and natural and seeing that I no one to hide myself from, I dropped my shorts at the camp and then scampered around looking for wood in the puff.  Along about the midday I got horny, and feeling quite pleasant to the touch I began to fondle myself and finger my pussy as I fantasized about being taken by one of the men who had tried so many times.  Then suddenly I started shuttering madly as my climax arrived in a way not like any before.  I yelled loudly and cried out so sharply that the birds hushed and flew away.  Then panting and moaning I realized how god you could feel if you just let go for a moment.  I went back to my camp and made a dinner of the things I had gathered and I used the hatchet to open and extract the milk of a coconut for my meal.  Then afterwards I built my fore at sundown and settled in my little nook for the night.  Day after day I survived this way and week after week.  No one but myself to talk to or share anything with, most notably my body, as almost every day I masturbated for hours in the warm sun or the cool water.  Then one day while out scouting I happened upon an old cave and went inside to examine it.  I found that once someone else had been marooned here and they left a book and some things I needed.  There was an axe, two old wooden tables not well made but still in good shape.  A hammock made from a parachute and a homemade rock stove in the cave.  Along with a way to get water from the lower parts fresh using a bucket on a pulley.  There were at least nine or ten thick blankets on what appeared to be a stone bed.  Then I found some interesting carved toys, dildos.  And one of a woman or at least her torso. 

I moved my camp to this remote area and set up shop here as I found it was easy to build a fire and kept it going using the oil that was in the drum the previous occupant had pulled in here.  It took very little wood to build one and the oil kept it burning longer and stronger.  I found a case of big wooden boat oars and a few small ones, so this must be the people from the plane I had found.  Then as I read his diary, it was clear it was the pilot who survived and was marooned here.  He buried the other three men behind the wreckage and then found this cave a few days later.  He recorded everything and some very interesting kinky dreams, hence the hand carved dildos.  I think he was normal at first but went gay after his only meeting with another person, a male native who was stranded here with him during a typhoon.  They couldn’t really speak but according to the entries the man was seduced by the native and was more his woman than a man afterwards.  The last entry spoke of the pair of them building a raft and heading towards the sun.  It sounded really strange but it said, “Open seas for three days lead to the paradise for me.  We only have to make it past the rip tides and then we can drift home.  We can do it if we swim out then paddle off.”

I had no understanding of this at all, but after a few more weeks I began to accept my fate and enjoy it.  I started to go out in a storm one morning to play around in it, I was nude and horny and as I walked out the wind blew harder and the rain poured down.  I placed my naked body over three very smooth hard stones and spread my legs up and open and allowed the water to beat upon my flesh.  It was truly awesome to be naked as the lightening flashed around me and the hard rains poured down on me.  The pelting of my inner folds brought me to a squirting frenzy orgasm and then as I remained there finger my clit and squeezing my boobs something wonderful happened to me.  A small snake, the non poison kind slithered out of his flooding hideaway and into my uncontrollable pussy.  I was watching it happen and unlike any other time in my life when I would have fled screaming instead I screamed for it to stay in there.  I cupped my hand over the bottom portion and held it inside me as I felt it coil and recoil inside me.  I was creaming so much that I almost flooded it out of me.  The large heavy rain hitting my breast and nipples and upper clit and the snake rolling inside me sent me into a panicked climax that only ended long after the storm had ebbed to a drizzle. 

Still keeping my slithering lover inside me I hurried raced to the cave and found an old coffee can and slid it out and held it in the can.  It was eerie and weird but over the next few weeks I came to fall in love with this bright green little reptile.  It wasn’t trained by any means but I somehow managed to help train it, and soon at the end of each day, it would sleep inside me safely and give me the most erotic crazy sex and fantasy ever. 

I began to rely on its feeling and touch and one day when I couldn’t find my green lover I cried for hours and panicked over the fact it may have left me.  That entire day I wasted away until late that night it came home and coiled up inside my pussy once more.

A few years had passed by now since my arrival.  I had managed to keep track of time somewhat by marking the walls with lines and I counted 975 days in the cave and figuring I spent two months in the plane I had been there well over 3 years total.  In that time I learned to fish in the lagoon for crab and small fish.  Eat coconuts and herbs and berries and occasionally when luck was with me, I could knock a passing bird from a palm tree with a home made sling shot, my old bra that I had long since stop wearing.  Now my hair had grown long in the back and was tied with old shoe laces I found in my suitcase.  My pussy hair was a jungle as were my legs until I found by luck the man’s razor that had dwelled in the cave before me.  It was wedged between two rocks near the stone bed.  I used it and shaved away the hair from my legs and pussy and sharpened regularly on the lava stones in the mouth of the cave.  Totally emerged in my current struggle for sanity and survival I forgot about the other world.  I instead began to enjoy myself here and the feeling of my green friend, the wooden toys and my own fingers.  Then late one day, just before sundown I happened upon body floating in the water.  The man was dead and his face bloated badly by the sea.  I had not seen or heard neither a boat passing nor a plane overhead for almost a month.  I had no ideal how he got there but I pulled him inland and buried him for it was the right thing to do.  Then as I went on down the shore I found wreckage of a small plane that was being washed up.  Torn clothes and cushions and a box and some bottles.  Then luck was with me and I found his companion alive and unconscious.  She was older than I was by some years.  Her dress was torn and her arm badly bruised and cut.  I helped her to wake up and as I held her I realized I was naked.  She did too instantly and cried out, “Where am I and where is Stan?”

It took me almost two days to explain it all to her as my voice had been use to whispering to me only.  I took her to his grave when she was stronger and she wept uncontrollably for weeks afterwards.  In that time I found some crates that washed up and she filled me in on what they were and what happened to them.  Her name was Irene, 45, a former flight instructor from the main lands.  She was traveling around the world when her plane was struck by a flock of gulls.  The engine died and they nose dived down into the sea.  Her husband tied his vest to hers to keep her afloat and then he disappeared in the rip tides.  She managed to make it to the shore.  She was flying them to a small island resort that was only an hour by plane from this desolate place as she called it when the accident occurred.  We started to go through the crates and found a couple of phones but they were damaged by the water and worthless.  Then we found a satellite phone that worked.  She managed to make contact with someone on the island and using the map I had determined about where we were.  After a long drawn out debate between them, they agreed that in two days they would be able to find us.  So we went out and built a signal fire on the crest of the tallest ridge and waited to light it until the rescue teams were near.  That night we sat back and had a party.  The two of us danced in the moonlight, me still naked and Irene semi naked, as she was so glad that we would be found soon.  By the time she calmed down my inner feelings were mixed, I wanted to go but I also had grown very fond of my island prison.  I almost wanted to stay here.  Then Irene convinced me, she swept me in her arms and began to kiss me and as we kissed she told me, “I am very bisexual and very much a horny old woman.  When I saw you the first day I wanted you now I am going to take you.”

It took her almost three hours of her persuasive ways to get me in her spell, but after a long moaning climax and a bustling fondling time, I began to see her point.  She wanted to go home and she wanted me to go with her.

The rescue took place the next afternoon and soon I was whisked away to be shown on all the news shows and talk shows.  I was famous and better still I was beautiful as Irene paid to have me enhanced and toned up all over.  She moved me into her house in the country and we lived there for the next few years, until I grew tired of being sought after and pawed over by her friends.  She had basically turned me into her little bitch.  I was no more than a sexual plaything for her at best and a way to get more fame and money for herself.  Not to mentioned she used me to lure other women to her bed and then shared me with them for her own gain.

So I packed up one night and now nearly 40 myself, I headed across the sea once more.  I made two stops just short of my now well known island retreat.  Then I landed on it with a small boat that I purchased with my royalties and fame and docked it near the cave.  I carried up the nine cases of supplies and the three duffel bags of things I might needed and then I returned and freed the boat to the call of the sea.  It was pulled out quickly and smashed by the undertow that ruled the edge of the island and then as it fell away, so did my clothes.  I stripped naked and retreated to my little rock home and there I made myself at home once more.

If you ask me why I came back, it was to enjoy myself fully for the first time since I was rescued.  I thought that someone else could make me happy, but I was wrong and when I found out the truth I returned here.  Here is where I am and want to be alone.  Well at least here and alone with my pet Boa I called Winnie.  The two dozen or so toys I brought also help as well.

 

 

 

“Oh, you ain’t seen the best yet” she said. Christina then slid down the bed and licked Todd’s penis which had momentarily gone limp. She wrapped her lips around his semi as she began sucking his cock. Blowing more and more life into his member, Christina suddenly got up and………..got dressed.

“I’ll leave you in safe hands” said Christina as she gave him a kiss on the cheek. And with this she left the house, winking at him through the window.

 

Todd laughed to himself as he started to dress. Suddenly there was a ring at the door.

Though only in his boxers, Todd went to the door and opened it…..

 

……There stood the sexy girl group, Girls Aloud. The ladies were wearing tight fitting white blouses and short black skirts with high heels & suspenders that exposed their sexy thighs. Everything about them read sex.

 

“Well aren’t you going to let us in” said Cheryl. He waved them in.

Cheryl was Todd’s favourite. Though controversial, he knew there wasn’t a man in the country who didn’t want to fuck her. The kind you would cheat on your woman with, every time. Even if she walked in on you, you would carry on fucking Cheryl in front of her face.

 

With increased confidence he asked the girls; “So how do you like it?”

The girls looked shocked. Sarah put her finger against his lips; “We’ll always get what WE want.”

 

The girls shoved Todd onto the bed and ripped his boxers off to reveal his fully erect ten inch penis. Cheryl pulled off her underwear and still otherwise fully clothed, jumped on his dick and started riding him.

 

Sarah unbuttoned the top of her blouse, undid her bra and placed her large breasts over his face; Todd suckled them as Cheryl rode his cock. Nadine took off her suspenders and slid her sexy legs across his face, before straddling his face. Todd grabbed her heavenly thighs before sinking his tongue into her snatch.

 

Kimberley tenderly kissed his body all over, while Nicola licked his balls, with Cheryl in motion above her.

 

Now he might have already come three times but this was too much and with Cheryl’s shaven pussy grinding down on his cock three more times, Todd came firing his hot spunk inside Cheryl.

 

The girls fought to lick the cum off his throbbing cock.

Todd grabbed Nadine and throwing her to the bed he started fucking her hard. Cheryl came round and started kissing the Irish sex bomb as she got screwed.

 

Sarah grappled his back as he ground into the beauty. Meanwhile Cheryl and Kimberley lay back on the bed encouraging Todd to fuck three of them at the same time…..and he did just that. Giving each ten good thrusts in turn, he slammed his dick into Nadine, Cheryl and Kimberley.

 

The pop beauties moaned in pleasure as the one man satisfied their carnal desires. He fucked Cheryl the hardest, knowing she was cheating on her fiancé. Nicola embraced the girls as they got the break from his dick, with Sarah continuing to grapple his back.

 

Feeling the cum rising again, Todd withdrew and rammed his penis into Nadine’s mouth before coming with force, the sexy star nearly choking on his cum.

 

As the only two girls who hadn’t had Todd inside them, he firstly encouraged Nicola forward who looked a lot sexier these days and then shook the feisty Sarah off his back.

 

Todd screwed the babes in turn in the wheelbarrow position as Cheryl licked his dick and balls and Nadine kissed his shoulders and rubbed his body.

He fucked Sarah hard making her scream, the sweat pouring off her horny body. Nicola begged him to go easy on her but he ignored their pleas as Kimberley kissed him.

 

Suddenly Todd pulled the filthy Cheryl’s face towards his cock. He forced her head onto his cock against her will, pulling her pretty face on and off him but she got the picture and started sucking.

 

Pushing her away he carried on fucking Sarah and Nicola as before until he felt ready to explode.

Ordering the all the girls except Nicola to lie around in a circle on the floor he slid his cock into her four more times before withdrawing and shooting his cum all over the five sex goddesses; their hair, faces and bodies drenched in wave after wave of creamy spunk.

 

Todd fell back after his sixth climax as the girls jumped him, smearing his own cum over him and Christina’s floor and furniture. The lusty six kissed and cuddled after a marathon session of sex.

 

 

One of my favorite exhibitions took place in a city north of where we live. Our little village is extremely conservative and would have us burned at the stake if they knew about us. We had a power gate installed with an intercom and remote camera and the whole farm is well fenced. We also have a couple of dogs patrolling the grounds at night..

When we want to play, we go to this large city and have our fun in malls, restaurants and parks located on the outskirts. We also frequent bars in that city known for being very discrete.

 

One such bar was the scene of our favorite episode. My husband and I sat in our van and planned it to the minute. First, my husband walked in and sat on the stool to  the far left of the bar. A few moments later, I walked in and sat next to him. I was wearing skirt and stockings and heels without panties in my way. I seldom wore them anyway. We ignored each other as if we were strangers. Soon, a man walked over and sat beside me, glancing down at my skirt, which had ridden up to reveal the lace tops of the stockings. I turned and gave the man a smile to encourage him. He soon was filling my ear with small talk and complimenting me on my looks and everything he could to hopefully get me aroused. I soon felt his hand on my thigh, testing my reaction. I simply held still and let him work a little higher. My skirt hid the fact that I was not wearing panties and the look on his face when he found it out was one of surprise and approval. I simply spread my legs a little more to let him get his fingers where he was headed. On the seat to my left, my husband was watching this and had a good view of the strange fingers probing me. I glanced down and saw that my husband was indeed enjoying the show. The stranger finally slipped a finger in my soaking wet slit and probed for my clit. He continued to probe until he had two fingers inside me and was massaging my clit. This was all in plain view of my husband, who was trying hard to hide his erection. As the man worked on my pussy, the front of my skirt was working higher and higher until my tummy was showing. The positioning of the stranger and my husband hid me from view of other bar patrons. He kept fingering me until I was almost ready to come. While he was fingering me, I had reached over and was slowly rubbing his member through his trousers. I suddenly felt my orgasm start to overtake my body and rubbed his cock hard until a wet spot in his trousers appeared at roughly the same time. My husband leaned over me when I had calmed down and whispered to the man that a round of drinks should be in order for masturbating his wife. We then enjoyed our fresh drinks and left the bar, laughing as we stepped out into the night air.

 

My flashing was not limited to men. I often flashed women sitting in restaurants, making my exposure less obvious than with men, knowing a lot of women would get very upset seeing me showing myself. One such time, we sat across from another couple and I slowly crossed my legs to test her reaction. At first, there was no reaction but on my second leg cross, she licked her lips and shot me a slight smile over her husband’s shoulder. She then decided to do likewise to me and crossed her own, baring her white panties to me as she slowly crossed hers. After a few minutes, she excused herself to her husband and left for the ladies’ room. As she passed our booth, she whispered for me to follow her. When I walked into the ladies’ room, she opened the stall door she was behind and stepped out in just her stockings and heels. She reached out and raised my skirt and then stepped close, rubbing her bare pussy against mine and holding my buttocks. She then planted a deep, probing kiss on my lips, searching for my tongue. She stepped back in the stall after handing me a slip of paper with a phone number on it. I tucked the paper in my skirt pocket and left her to dress. I called the number later in the week and, after several meets on neutral ground, invited her and her husband to our farm for a weekend. They were grateful to be able to go nude the whole weekend. She told me she talked her husband into coming after pointing out he would see me in the nude and possibly get to see her and I together. It proved to be a very enjoyable weekend. They still stop down a few times each summer.

 

Flashing took place in malls and stores. It was a routine in our car as we drove the interstate highway from home to the city. Last summer, we were going to South Carolina to visit one of  the husband’s family. I went to a studio and had my body painted to look as if I was in a tee shirt top and blue shorts. The artist took special care to make it as real looking as possible. We packed up our small motor home and started south. All I was wearing was the body paint and my husband was wearing a polo top and had shorts at his feet to pull on if needed quickly. I wore only the paint until we stopped just down the street from his relative’s home. It was only then, I pulled on some shorts and a top after showering off in the camper. I have to admit it felt good to get that paint off me. It was water soluble paint and was easy to get off after sweating under it all that way. The artist had given me an ample supply of touch up to make repairs. During the trip, I had gotten out of the motorhome several times at fuel stops and nobody picked up on the fact I was actually naked. If they did, they hid their emotions. My husband and I went to several malls and restaurants in the area down there and I made sure my Yankee ass was seen by as many  Southern boys and ladies as possible. The night before we left, IU waited until about three in the morning and walked completely around the block his relatives lived on, wearing only a pair of five inch heels.

 

After leaving South Carolina, we started home and decided to see how often we could have sex outside on the trip home. I stripped to the skin and he again had only a shirt on as we drove. At practically every rest stop and emergency pull off we saw after dark, we stopped and fucked on the parking area or in the surrounding grassy areas. We did manage to stop and fuck alongside the road in broad daylight but on busy I-95, it’s hard to find a safe place. On one such night stop at a pulloff area with a tractor trailer sitting and idling at one end. We pulled in like a tired motorist and sat there to see if the driver would get out of his truck. We got out of the motorhome and spread a blanket on the ground on the roadside of our vehicle. We then got down and fucked ourselves silly with cars driving by on their way to wherever. After we finished, we picked up the blanket and drove on. In one town near an exit, we got off and drove down the street, stopping at a school and picking a dark area of  the well groomed lawn. We got out of the motorhome and lay on the grass fucking like two high school kids.

 

On the way home, we ran into a heavy rainstorm and pulled off the interstate to wait it out. My husband knew one of my favorite oddities is to fuck in a rainstorm with the rains beating n our naked bodies. He drove the van slowly along a road parallel to the interstate and found a grassy area with a place to park near it. We parked the van and lay in the grass and had absolutely great sex. Every time lightning would light up the sky, our naked bodies were as visible as during bright daylight. Two cars drove by in the storm but neither one must have seen us in the heavy downpour.

 

Our sexual escapades were not limited to our trip south. We had sex in every conceivable place we could and on more than one occasion, we were seen doing so. The thrill of being seen having sex is almost orgasm producing in itself. Sex clubs and certain beaches or camps are havens for this conduct but the thrill isn’t as great when you expect to see sex being performed. It is about as exciting as going to adult movie theaters or drive in movies.

 

We used to have a drive in theater in my home town back when my hubby and I were dating. It showed XXX rated movies and there was more action in the cars than on the screen. My husband-to-be had a big van with a mattress tossed in the back. He would take us to the drive in and back the van into a place near the back. He then opened the rear doors and we could watch the show and even make one of our own. The rules of the drive in stated that we had to be dressed to go to the snack bar or restrooms. All sexual activities were limited to inside the vehicles and all were subject to ID checks for underage.

 

The drive in’s managers were getting more and more strict with the rules and soon began to loose business to the tapes and DVD’s now readily available. The drive in went up for sale and was bought by my husband’s brothers, who immediately changed it into a private club with membership cards and all that stuff. A membership fee of five dollars got you access to the drive in and all the privileges. You were allowed to walk all around the premises completely naked and even have sex outside as long as it didn’t bother anyone. That was a slim possibility, because we all went there to see nudity and sex, both on and off the screen. I used to work the ticket booth in complete nudity and enjoyed every moment. The only places that required anything at all were the snack bar and restrooms, which required that bottoms be worn I never understood the bathroom requirement but the snack bar was a good place to keep things covered.

 

There was a small stage built in front of the screen where you could live out your wildest fantasy in front of everyone. It was required that you bring your own sheets or blanket for that action. The stage was opened about an hour and a half before the main movie started and closed as the movie began. It opened briefly during intermissions, then closed for the rest of the movie. My husband and I took advantage of that stage a few times. The constant hassle from law enforcement and health department officials, along with the widespread availability of tapes and DVD’s finally caused the closing of the drive in and an American institution.

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“Ghostwriter”

I hear a woman's voice calling me by my last name, i turn back, it's an old woman. I thinking to myslef, as a joke, that im getting lucky today with one at least getting interested in me. I walk to her and ask her to state her business, she explains she needs me to do something for her, i look a the time on my wathc, i've got nothing better to do anyways, and after a few seconds, i nod and accept to help her. I follow her, we pass the signs where it says only workers are authorize pass this point and we reach to where it seems to be her trailer.

Inside, its pretty much full with those things like crystal ball, talismans and other good wish items, i realize that she must be a fortune tell and wonder if she was going to try to seel me some crap and smile, doing a little joke about me not really believing in this stuff

She doesnt reply back and sits down on her chair, ask me to sit down, i see the seat across from hers and i sit down. She doesn't wait anytime by telling me the usual crap u would hear, i feel like i'm wasting my time until she says a personal info of my life that only me and my parents would know about. I freeze and wonder if she got lucky but it isnt luck, since she keeps on listing past events and i ask her to stop, not wanting to be remembered of these embarassing and hard moments.

I ask her how she knows about me so much and she says she sees in me something incredible, a power that all boys would dream about, she keep on staring at the crystral ball as she is saying, i don't try to interrumpt her. She takes my hand at one point and ask me to close my eyes, i ask her why she wants me to and she asks me again to do it and i close them. She says an incantation 3 times and a the third time, something went all over my body, a nice feeling, like something just came over and took some weight away from me, it's hard to explain, but what i can say is that i felt like a new guy at that moment. She lets go of my hand and when i look at her, i ask her what did she do to me, she says she doesn't knwo herself. I feel lost because of her answer and she adds that whatever happened was something good for me. I agree with her and she says it's time for me to leave becasue they would close the fair shortly, i get up and thank her before i leave her place, and at the moment i exit, i get a txt msg from one of my friends saying to meet at the exit.

I rush there and I'm last to arrive, everyone is making jokes about me being the last one as usual, i just smile, acting like i don't care really. We take the bus, in the bus, its packed, they are mostly in back, I'm more to the front. This is where it gets a bit freaky when i start to hear in my head all the women's depest thoughts, i can hear their heartbeat and also if they would say something, even at a low tone, i could hear it clearly. I put my hand on my hand, thinking i'm going nuts but manage to keep my cool, trying to focus my thoughts before this goes out of control.

The voices started to disapear and i smile, realizing now that what she gave me before like power, it was this. Mind by mind i go, i se i can only feel women's thoughts, which didn't matter to me. I look at the hottie in front of me, and go in her mind, i couldn't believe it, she looks like an angel but all she could think was being touched down there, in the bus. I hesitate at first but then for it, standing behind her, i lift her skirt a bit, she is surprised and turn her head around, asking me to stop this. I tell her not be so loud, grab her ass, she lets go a little moan. After i reach for her panties, she shakes her hands a bit, asking me gently to stop this right now, but i could feel her thoughts, she was begging me to do the opposite, and i keep going. i pull them on the side and slide a finger in pussy, going in, i ask her to move her legs apart a bit, she just do it and time to time, as im fingering her, she lets out a few moans, bitting her lip at the same time. But soon, it wasn't only auditive thoughts i was getting from her but also visual thoughts, where she would be getting gangbanged by a bunch of guys, i can see teh big smile on her face, for getting so many dick at the same time.

By luck, when my friend calls me up, reminding me we are gtting out now, i take my finger out, and wishper to her frm a distance that i enjoyed this and hope that she did also. I leave my spot and get off fro the bus, it's only me and another friend getting off from the bus. I ask him how it was back there with that girl he met there. He does as usual, he simply says with pride how this girl was all over him as usual and he was thinking he would do her fast to get rid of her, but add that she won't be easy. I think about that woman in the bus and simply smile, and wonder if i should my friends about it. Bue instead, i decide it's time for me to do my own stuff, leaving the boys out of this one. We get to my house first and he waves goodbye at me. I go inside the house and get that crazy about going out and try out my new tallents.

As i head to the garage, my mom stops me in tracks, asking me to follow her in the kitchen. I'm presented to her friend and her daughter, she should be around my age, she's wearing a blue haltar as a top, and black mini skirt and white shoes. Her boobs should be C size, and when i try to read her mind, i only get feeling of unconfort when she looks up at me. The mom is kinda ugly so i don't bother check on her, she really nice though, a good thing about her at least, but i want to focus on the daughter.

As i sit down besides the daugther, i go throught her mind and to keep her busy, i present myself and she response coldy back that she knows already and she says her name is Kayla, her mom asks Kayla not to be so rude with me, i look at the mom and says it's alright, i feel more anger coming from her.

I find out that all of this is all a trick to get her away from her boyfriend, her mom caught them in bed once, and since Kayla has been forbidden to seem, even if she has been seeing him without the mom finding out about it. The boyfriend and Kayla would usually have sex in place where they could get caught. She wants a man that can control her and her boyfriend hasn't been the only one doing her inthe last few momenr.

When we find a quiet room, she walks inside and what i feel from from her is a need to see if i would be able to take control when i get the chance, but I don't do anything, leaving her to do the first move. Getting bored, she takes her cell from her purse that she has been carrying all this time and says she's going to call her boyfriend because she is bored, and while she's inputing the number in, i grab the cellphone and take it away from her, she looks at me and try to reach for it without success.

I tell her that i don't want her to call her man like this because it's not cool, she just smile at me, calling me pussy. pushing me back a bit. When she goes for a second time, i grab her hand and hold it by her wrist tghtly, she cries out in pain a bit, but at the same time i can feel her level of excitment rise a bit. I keep with the game by bringing her close to me, telling her as a lie that girl has never dare talk to me like that. She gets even more excited by what i tell her, feeling like she's facing a man, not a boy. She heats things up by laughing in my face and i throw her on the couch, she acts like i did hurt her, i walk up to her, but not sure of what i'm doing, i call her bitch and tell her that she should be shotting her mouth if she doesn't want to get hurt really bad. she smiles at my warning and dares me to try something with me.

I act mad and slap her on teh face, making fall on the side of teh couch, she didn't get the chance to get back up, because I'm already hldoing her by her hair and pull her head back up. I felt her needed to be fucked right now rise even higher. I stop there, realizing that women never actually express really what they really desire. I come back to me when she winces, i get back to that mean man and order to take out my dick out of my pants, she shakes her head, refusing but then change her mind when she hears me say that I will hurt her even more, she does it and couldn't believe it that it was this big, me i couldnt believe that my first time would be like this.

She shows off her skills in giving her, using her tong at the same time, giving me much more pleasure and when i feel like i can't hold back anymore, i cum in her mouth and order her to swallow, and she does it.

I tell her that I'm not done with herand throw her head on the couch. She only get the chance to lift her head a bit that she feels my cold hands on her warm butt, i lift her skirt and start caressing her ass. She asks me what I'm about to her, i simply smile because in her mind, she was calling me her new man, she is so fucking horny now, i move my head down on her pussy and smell and tell her that i enjoy smelling wet pussy like hers, she denies being turned on by all this. i laugh and tell her i know that she enjoys such treatments, she shakes her head, saying she will tel her mom when this is over, in her mind she is begging that she be punished for talking back. I take off my belt from my pants and star whipping her ass with it, knowing that she used to it already. She lets out big screams, starting to a lot wetter and giving it in to me, her behind is really red and she is breathing heavily, like she never felt this good. i let go of my belt and when i put my hands on her ass, she lets out a little scream and tell her that if she tells me she is just a little hoe, i will fuck her. Her exact words where ' i'm just a slut that only feel good when a dick is fucking me hard...plz fuck me now, i need yur big cock'. So far so good and when i start fucking her, she couldnt stop moaning loudly, and i didn't care at this moment that we were being too loud, i just didint want to this moment to stop. I'm pulling her hair the same time im banging her, i looked like i was enjoying this horse and i didnt want to stop, and by surprise, my mom walks in, finding us naked, she stays without a word. She didn't know what she should do and that's when i see Kayla's mother walk in, screaming and going towards her, she starts blaming her for what is happening. My mom walks up to me and i tell her i didn't know what to do, because she kept seducing me, and that for once a girl pays attention to me, i didnt want to ruin. I feel releaved when she says she believes me and calms the other mother down while Kayla gets dressed. They leaves soon after, winking at me before she gets in the car and leaves with her mom

In a way i felt releaved that i dont get blamed for this...that is until next time, since then, i havent got enough pussy, going from one girl to another one, become a well know player and enjoying this, and finally where i would be teh top dog

I HOPE U ENJOYED IT

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Then next day, Sam was sitting at home channel surfing, when he realized he never called Gina. Shaking, he picked up his phone and the piece of paper with her number on it. He slowly punched in the 10 numbers written on it, and sighed as he put the receiver to his ear. It was ringing. Well, at least I know it’s a real number, he thought to himself. “Hello?” He heard on the other line. “Hi, Gina?” Sam was so nervous he thought the phone might slip from his hands because his palms were so clammy. “Yes, this is Gina.”

“Hey, it’s Sam from last night.”

“Oh, hi! I was wondering when I’d hear from you!”

“Haha. How are you doing?”

“I’m great! So is my tire.”

“Good, good. So, I was wondering if you were free later tonight.”

“Yeah, totally. Wanna pick me up at 7 and we can go to dinner?”

“Ok, sounds good. Where do you live?”

Gina gave Sam her address, and he wrote it down on the same piece of paper he put her number on. They said their goodbyes. Sam ran into his bathroom, took a shower, and got dressed and ready.

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He was at her apartment at 7 o‘clock sharp. He walked into her building and over to her door. He knocked three times, and she opened the door. She looked absolutely astonishing, wearing a tight black tube dress, her hair up in a sexy style, her face and make up flawless. “Hey,” she said as she smiled big. “Hey,” Sam said back. “So, are you ready?” “Yeah, let me just grab my purse.” Gina ran and grabbed a little black bag off of her couch and walked back towards Sam, looking into his eyes. Sam felt that twitch in his pants again. Man, you got yourself a beauty! He couldn’t help but watch how she moves her body as she walked towards the door to her building. He wanted her bad. When they made it to his car, he opened the door for her. “Thanks.” She smiled at him and shut her door, then ran around the car and got into the driver’s seat and drove to the restaurant.

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They had a great time, talking about everything under the sun, Sam impressing Gina with his witty sense of humor, then playfully arguing about who would pay. Sam won. They decided on heading over to a bar right down the street for a few cocktails afterwards. Gina had a few too many and Sam had to help her into his car. He only had one, as he had to drive. He pulled up in front of Gina’s building and helped her to her apartment. Sam asked her for her key, and she handed it to him. He pushed the key into the lock and opened the door. He brought her into her room and laid her down on her bed. He gave her a kiss on the cheek and said goodbye. “Wait!” Gina yelled. Sam walked back over to her and leaned down. Gina smiled, grabbed the collar of his shirt, and pulled him down to her, kissing him hard. Sam went along with it, though she was drunker than a skunk in a redneck’s refrigerator. He kissed her back, placing his hand on the side of her head. They locked for a few minutes, when Gina flipped on to of Sam. She ripped open his shirt and kissed down his chest and stomach, opened his pants and went to the little opening in his boxers. Sam’s hard penis was protruding out of it, begging for the attention of the beauty he met out of pure luck. Gina kissed up alongside his cock, and stuffed it into her mouth, practically swallowing it whole. “Ohhhh, fuck, that feels great, baby,” he said breathlessly. He placed his hands on the back of her head, taking the clip she used to hold it up, and grew even harder as he felt her hair fall onto his partially bare leg. Gina was taking his cock in her mouth so well, sucking hard, pressing her tongue up against the shaft. Sam moaned, humping her face. She gagged slightly and sat up. She unzipped the back of her dress and slipped it off, revealing a sexy black lace thong and black strapless bra. Then she started taking off the bra, and sensually dropped it to her side. She is so fucking sexy! Sam was getting even more excited, if that was even possible. She took off her thong as well, throwing it at Sam’s face. Sam laughed and threw the underwear onto the floor. Then, Gina pulled Sam’s pants off while Sam took off his shirt. Gina crawled over to Sam and kissed him, then placed her wet pussy delicately over his eager mouth. Sam started licking her like crazy, Gina moaning softly. He licked and sucked all over her until Gina couldn’t take it anymore. She quickly moved off of Sam’s face and onto his cock. She slowly pushed herself onto his shaft until her pussy swallowed him whole. She moved up and down, her sexy body bouncing on his groin, her beautiful breasts moving with her body. Gina moaned loudly. Sam was breathing hard. Her pussy was so soft and warm. He couldn’t help himself when he flipped Gina onto her back. She wrapped her legs around his strong torso as he fucked her hard. Gina screamed his name as he pounded her harder. Sam was moaning loudly, his whole body shaking hard. He felt his hardness ready to explode, and so was Gina. Gina’s orgasm rippled over his cock, and he knew he was ready to cum. He pulled his cock out of her fast and rubbed it, cumming all over her stomach and breasts. Sam collapsed on top of Gina, and she wrapped her arms around him.

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After they laid there for what felt like hours, Sam sat up. “I’d better go,” he said to Gina, who was still laying down, her body glistening with cum. “I have to work tomorrow.” Gina sat up and kissed him softly. “Thank you. Tonight was wonderful,” she said sweetly. Sam smiled, “You’re welcome.” He went into her bathroom and grabbed a towel to wipe the sperm off his torso. Gina stood up and took the towel from him to wipe herself off, and then she grabbed her robe. Sam got dressed, and Gina walked him to her door. “Call me?” Gina said in a sexy voice. “Of course,” Sam replied, as they shared one more sweet, tender kiss. Sam walked down the hall to the door while Gina watched. Gina shut her door, smiled and let out a giggle, then went to bed. Sam smiled as he stepped outside. What a wonderful night, he thought as he got into his car. Then he drove away into the night, thinking about the next time he gets to be with Gina again.

I grasped his firm, stiff cock and pulled it towards my face as I leaned forward, my knees firmly planted in his plush red carpet. I rubbed it twice against the side of my face, the head tickling me as it rubbed against my soft cheek. I kissed it gently as he let out a sigh and leaned all the way back on his bed. As I pulled my head away, I could see a long, thin strand of semen leading from my moist lips to the tip of his penis. This strand, thin as a piece of thread, pulled me back in, as if it were a thick piece of rope to which I was bound.

Immediately I thrust my head upon his hard, thick member, allowing it to fill my eager, hungry mouth. I ran my tongue, up and down the fat shaft, my jaw wide open but my lips sealed around the wide, meaty base, as it’s head tickled my pharynx in just the right way. I pulled my head back, opening my mouth, and my saliva gushed out of my mouth, running down his shaft like a waterfall until it gathered around his loose, hanging balls, and eventually dripped down onto the carpet below. I laughed and proceeded to lick his cock several times, running my tongue upward from his balls as he leaned forward and ran his fingers through my hair. As he leaned back again, I grasped his throbbing, pulsing penis with both hands, and quickly began to bob my head up and down in it, allowing his tool, slippery with my own drool, to slide in and out of my mouth each time, as I twisted my hand around the lower portion.

He let out several moans before he sat up again and grasped be by my head. He slowly pushed my head down on his rock solid cock, forcing himself into the furthest reaches of my oral cavity. He then stood on both feet and began thrusting his cock into my mouth with his hips, slowly at first, then more quickly. His hands were now only being used to keep my head in place. Juices from my vagina ran down my legs, and formed a small puddle on the carpet below. I realized I had my hands free, so, placing one hand on the bed for balance, I brought my arm to my groin, and slipped my fingers into my hot, moist pussy. I slid them in and out, matching the rhythm of the hips thrusting into my mouth.

I looked up at his bare chest, then closed my eyes. I tried to let out a moan, but all that occurred was a glob of drool spraying out of my mouth by my lower lip. He quickened his pace, as did I, and I could begin to feel his balls against my chin, lightly at first, but soon slapping hard against my chin and throat, the wet sound of flesh slamming into flesh reverberating in my eardrums. It soon seemed that I could take no more, and I thrust my fingers into my pussy, falling back onto the carpet with my legs wrapped firmly around my hand.

Just as I fell into orgasm, he began to cum, standing over me, thick, hot, white cum shooting out of the head of his cock in jets, raining down upon me and slathering my chin, mouth, nose and tits. I could feel the semen landing, and hear the dull splat as it hit my flesh. The smell overpowered my senses, and as it began running in streams down my cheeks I wiped my face with my hands, then ran my tongue over it. I looked up to see him standing over me as he squatted down, his crotch meeting my face. He slapped his cock against my forehead several times, as excess semen dribbled out and ran into my hair. His balls rested just above my upper lip, and my nose was filled with the aroma of sweat, cum and drool.

He stood up and shot one final load onto my closed eyes, and in a short time I could hear the door close as I once again was alone.