We are having our beds in front of television and we always used to see the telivision laying in the bed. On this particular night, my family members have gone out to attend a social gathering and we two were alone at the home. We as usually was watching TV. After sometime rani fell asleep and she without knowing put her hand on my boomerang. it erupted like a volcano. I was wearing a kurtha and slowly without moving her removed the kurtha which was covering my boomerang.! and for the first time it has been touched by a lady. iwas overjoyed in the situation and that made me keep her hands for somemore time. after some time as she moved she released her hand.

After that she turned around in her sleep and put her thighs over my hips[the same thing that happened the last day]. but on this time i decided to do something. I slowly but steadily moved my body towards her especially the Hip part. the boomerang was so erect that it toucher her body without me completely moving by body. I slowly opened my kurtha and allowed my nude boomerang to touch her thighs and slowly with one leg, i pulled her thighs inside my legs and her knees was almost touching my balls. at that posture i laid for sometime. Then i grew with confidence. i went out to lock the door to ensure no one was coming in.

When i came back i saw rani laying in her bed showing her butts. I was curious that if she weared a panty or not. She was using a light skirt and i slowly pulled up to see. Alas. she was wearing nothing. I with the courage i gathered from the previous attempt decide to push my boomerang with her ass. I firstly pushed it from behing with the kurtha. then i slighly opened my boomerang and pushed then also there was no response from my sister. I pulled off my clothes and put my knee above her Knee. and my bommerang behing her ass and slowly tried to penetrate. i slid thru her thighs to bottom i was feeling the warmth when i passed thru her pussy.

I pushed slowly and this havent made her awake. I slid behing her ass and started pushing back and forth. and i was now completely behind her and when i was going to leave her my sister turned back. In the next part i will be saying you something exciting than this.!

Although time dragged by so slowly for those two weeks, Kasey decided to take advantage of the time she had alone. First, she searched through several porn and erotica literature sites to get some ideas for more things to experiment with. Then, she went to her local adult bookstore and bought some toys for her to play with.  And the last thing she did to occupy her time was read through some of Mark’s stories that he had left with her to figure out more of what turned him on. With so much to learn and so little time, Kasey devoted herself to being a full time student of sex for the entire two weeks. This left her more than ready, hot, and waiting for his return.

Mark called her as soon as he got back and settled into his apartment on Saturday. Kasey was more than ready for their night together. Before getting dressed to meet him, she lubed up her new anal plug and slipped it deep into her ass. Juices immediately started flowing from her pussy as she anticipated the coming hours they’d spend together.

Running to answer his door, Mark was greeted once again with a breathtaking sight. This time she was wearing a short, spandex black skirt with a low-cut, skin tight red lace top that you could see right through and tell she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath. He forced himself not to kiss her yet because if he did he’d never make it off his porch and she wouldn’t get to experience the surprise he had set up for her.

So, instead of pulling her into his arms like he desperately wanted, he smiled mischievously and took her hand as he led her inside. She was immediately greeted with the alluring smell of vanilla, soft jazz music, and a candlelit room. Traveling from the door back to his bedroom was an imaginary path lined with small candles and sprinkled rose petals. He led her by the hand through his romantically adorned apartment to his candlelit bedroom. Where his old blue and white plaid bedspread had been now laid a white satin comforter with red rose petals scattered on top. Kasey felt tears come to her eyes as she looked up at Mark. This was every girl’s fantasy- finding a man that cared enough to take the time and show her. A man that wasn’t afraid to be a cheesy romantic to please his woman.

“Oh Mark,” she whispered as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a deep, passionate kiss. “This is amazing.”

Smiling, he deepened their kiss as his hands began their rediscovery of her body. Her nipples were hard beneath the lace as his fingers rubbed lightly over them. They pleaded for his attention. Slowly, he lifted the lace from her body and took her full breast in his mouth as his fingers massaged the other one. He slowly ran his tongue around her hardened nipple till he felt a shiver run through her. Then he lightly nibbled it and began to suck harder. Pulling away he slowly blew his cold breath over it making her shiver more. After paying proper reverence to one, his mouth sought her other breast to do the same. This drove Kasey wild with passion. Not only could she feel his breath and tongue against her breasts, but she also had the anal plug in her ass that he was unknowingly pushing in and out as he squeezed her ass with his free hand. As she reached her first orgasm she clung to him to keep her balance.

Feeling her orgasm tremble through her body, Mark became even more aroused. He slipped her skirt down her perfectly shaped legs to reveal her sexy, black lace underwear beneath. Her underwear was similar to boy shorts, except they were made completely of lace. The way they clung to her perfect curves was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. Running his fingers lightly over them, he discovered that they were entirely soaked with her precious juices. He lightly kissed her stomach and worked his way down as he slid the panties to the floor. Capturing her sopping pussy with his mouth he flicked his tongue against her clit as his hands slid around to her ass to pull her closer. It wasn’t until now that he discovered the toy she had hidden. As his hands felt the wide rubber toy his eyes grew wide and he momentarily lost his breath. Looking up at her he saw her devilish grin and let out a deep moan. Teasingly, she turned around and rubbed her hand over her ass as she bent over. Then she slowly started moving the toy in and out of her ass. The toy started with small ripples at the tip and worked outward to form bigger ripples at the base, and as each ripple slipped slowly in and out of her ass, Kasey brought herself closer to another orgasm.

Driven wild with desire, Mark pushed aside her hand as he grabbed the toy and continued as she had. Then, without any warning, he slid the toy from her ass and pushed his now throbbing cock inside as a replacement. Apparently it was a good replacement because Kasey immediately came as he pushed inside her. He then pulled himself out and pushed his cock into her hot, sodden pussy. Slowly he moved himself in and out of her as he held her hips for deeper penetration. Soon she began pushing herself faster and faster against him, quickly approaching yet another orgasm. Just as she was about to reach it he held her hips tightly so she couldn’t slide back on his cock and finish. He waited a second and then pushed all the way inside her, pulled out, and held her hips again. He did this for a minute until she was literally cursing at him and pleading for him to fuck her and let her cum. Finally, as he realized he was getting really close himself, he fucked her like she’d been begging and they found their sweet release together.

As they both came down from their high, Mark stood and said, “Come here, I’ve got another surprise for you.”

Taking her hand he helped her to her feet and led her to the bathroom. Here she found his huge Jacuzzi tub lined with candles and prepared with a nice, warm bubble bath just for the two of them.

“The perfect way to wrap up a perfect night,” claimed Mark as he smiled and kissed her.

Kasey was sure she was in heaven. The rest of the world felt so far away that it seemed to never have existed. Here with Mark she felt alive and complete. After enjoying a wonderful bubble bath together they fell into bed feeling happy, exhausted, and loved.

Sarah and i had alot in common. The only area in which we greatly differed ideally was sexuality, go figure. Sarah wasn't conservative or a total prude, but her idea of sex was very different from mine. She had been molested as a child by a next door neighbor when she was 13 years old. He didn't fuck her, but he felt her up and made out with her. She did all of this as her father watched. Apparently, her father had developed a voyeuristic fetish. He preferred watching instead of partaking. He was also somewhat of a pedophile, if you hadn't guessed already. Sarah was a catholic school girl, and man oh man, did he admire those skirts. Honestly, i get off to the whole school girl look, too, minus, you know, the pre-pubescent/early pubescent girls part. I have a pretty filthy mind, but i'll go more in depth with that later.

So anyway, she said she wanted to have sex with someone she was married to. We literally did everything else in the book except sex. Now, i'm not a total asshole who only cares about sex. However, our relationship needed it. I wanted it, and despite what she would tell me, she wanted it, too. We had every reason in the world to do it, but she didn't. After a while, the relationship became far too routine. I actually loathed being around her, at one point. I broke it off gently, and we agreed to go our separate ways.

Another reason i broke it off with her was a few uncomfortable vibes i picked up from her during our makeout/fooling around sessions. I dunno.... it just.... sometimes i got the feeling that she was subconciously trying to recreate the whole scene of her molestation while we fooled around. I'm a dirty guy, but doing something like that is a little too dirty, even for me......

However, i'd be lying if i said i never had the urge to ask her if she still had the schoolgirl outfit around. She would've looked soooooo hot in it. Those knee socks crawling up her hot skinny legs, exposing the soft inviting flesh of her thighs.... the hint of her panties, all covered by her plaid or grey skirt. Her blouse with the top button unbuttoned, inviting me to check out her small rack..... The look of repressed lust on her face..... Sarah would've fit the role perfectly........ Often times, i would fantasize..... i would create scenarios in my head where Sarah and i didn't necessarily know each other too well..... where she had to come over to my house to work on a prject with me, after school..... i would fantasize about great sexual tension between the both of us...... we would flirt back and forth, me checking out her body and panties whenver i got a shot..... eventually, we would start doing stuff..... I jacked off to this image in my mind God knows how many times..... i so wanted to make it a reality, but never had the balls to try...... Like i said earlier, when Sarah was on, she was on. But other than that, i always figured she was never as open minded as i was when it came to sex. Boy would i turn out to be wrong.

So anyway, here i am, a single man. As i said earlier Sarah and i would eventually get back together a few months later, which begs the question. What went down in that 3 month gap? I lost my virginity.... from a certain point of view.....

Being the flithy pervert i am, i had developed a predilection for anal sex. It seemed so forbidden..... so dirty..... and it seemed like it felt awesome, too. The though of cumming deep into someone's ass would send me into orbit. Sarah obviously couldn't fulfill this fantasy, so i had to look elsewhere...... and now that i was out of the realtionship, i knew just where to get it.......

A guy i know named Matt had a younger brother, two years to be exact. His name was Brian and he was about 18. I was 20. Brian wasn't exactly a ladies man.... he was actually kind of a loser.... well, not really. Just one of those stoner losers. On top of that, he was Bi, which kind of explained why some people didn't like him. He never really admitted he was bi, but at the same time, he wasn't in the closet. If that makes any sense.

So anyway, when Matt went away to college, we started hanging out more. Occasionally, we would smoke some weed together. It wasn't until a couple of months before i broke up with Sarah that strange things started happening between me and Brian..... confusing things. He always walked around in his tight white briefs with a shirt on. I never saw any problem with this. It's not like i checked out guys, or anything.... well..... that is.... until i started checking him out. I don't want to make excuses or seem like i'm in denial..... i'll admit i was turned on by Brian, at one point. However, being that i was at my sexual peak at the time..... insane when it came to the though of anal sex..... knew he was bi...... and the fact that him and i would wrestle each other and get kind hard....... well, i don't think i have to explain anymore. It was co-association combined with other factors. Like i said, i'm not into guys. In fact, Brian is the only dude who ever turned me on, but not necessarily him, per se. The acts themselves. The thought of wrestling erotically in a pair of briefs with him while we ignored the 800 lbs. gorilla in his bedroom that was our mutual desire for each other. The though of him being my bitch while he sucked my cock..... and me pulling down his briefs, sticking my dick up his ass, and fucking him while he moaned and screamed......

I was determined to fulfill this fantasy. It wasn't exactly hard (no pun intended) to do it, either. As i mentioned before, we'd often wrestle with each other for hours. Both clinging to one another. I was almost always the only one who ended up on top, pinning him to the ground, but he never seemed to have a problem with it. In fact he often smiled whenever i had him in a pinning predicament or some kind of submission. If i'd sit on his chest, sit on his back, straddle his stomach, give him a bear hug.... he made this giggle that kinda turned me on.............. we ould often engage in these hot wrestles even when i was going out with Sarah, but i knew i couldn't cheat on her. Brian and i almost hooked up God knows how many times.......

So once i broke up with Sarah, i called him up. I went to his house, where we did our usual wrestling. This time, though, i wanted to make the message clear that i wanted his ass. So i wore briefs. When we stripped, he gasped in awe. As we both stood there in our briefs, boners poking through the cotton, i checked him out. Brian wasn't a bad looking guy. Pretty skinny, but had a better body than me. I'm not a good judge when it comes to guy's looks, but he had a handsome, healthly looking face. He was a few inches shorter than me, at 5'8.

We then started wrestling. We began with a huge bear hug, where we just stood there clinging to each other for a few moments. Of course, i could've easily taken him down right then and there, but i wanted to enjoy this. After all, this was it. I was going to fuck Brian. I wanted to savor it. Finally, i let him take me down, and rolled over on my stomach. He sat on my back for a few minutes until i pushed him off and gave him a headlock. I eventually let him out of it but maintained control by keeping him lying on his stomach. It was time to ring the dinner bell. I pulled down his briefs and spanked his left ass cheek. He giggled and got up after i stood up. He looked at me with a smile and giggled. We then started wrestling again and i took him down once more. I spread myself across his back as he lay on his stomach. He grinded his brief clad ass into brief clad cock, and i almost came right then and there. We then wrestled around for a few moments until i finally pinned him down. I had him by both of his wrists, and had the rest of my body weight on his stomach. Gradually, i just lay myself on top of him. It was almost as if i was resting. We stood that way for a minute until he finally made a move. My lip was on his cheek. Coincidentally, he grabbed my butt cheek. We looked at each other and made out. We made out for a minute until i stood up and pulled down my briefs freeing my red, hard cock. He took it in his mouth and blew me for a couple of minutes until he stopped. He said that i had to reciprocate. He wanted me to grab either grab his hard dick for his pants or lick his ass. My mouth watered at the thought of licking his smooth hairless ass, and proceeeded. He moaned until i stopped. I told him i wanted to fuck his ass. He smiled and agreed. I slapped on a condom, greases my weasel, and spread his cheeks apart. His pink asshole looked oh so inviting. I pushed my dick up his tight pink butthole. I fucked him silly in front of his mirror and got turned on by the expressions he made as pumped the hell out of him and his whimpers and moans. Finally, i came.

Afterwards, i felt really awkward and guilty. W talked and i told him not to expect a relationship or anything out of this. He said he was fine and only liked to mess around with guys sexually. He, like myself, could never fall in love with another man. Relieved, i went home. We still hung out with nothing funny at all happening between us. He was a cool guy i could trust. Or so i thought.

So Sarah and i eventually start hanging out together again, and low and behold, my feelings were rekindled. We hooked up and talked about getting back together. She said she never lost her feelings for me. This was pretty much the same thing that all her friends told her. I was a happy man. I had everything i wanted. Except one thing, which would eventually cost me my relationship.

She asked me if i had been with anyone during our hiatus.... i lied and said no.... big mistake that would eventually come back to haunt me. I tried talking to her about sex, but she still didn't want to. Well.... she did..... but not with me. She blushed as she told me. I was hurt. I didn't know what to think. Why would she want to have sex with someone else and not me, her boyfriend? More importantly, who was the little prick? I asked her and she said no one in particular. She described the way she wanted it, and the more she told me, the more i believed her when she said it wasn't anyone in particular. She wanted me to watch her while she fucked another guy. Now who does that remind you of? Her father. Of course. It made sense. I was right all along, she DID subconcsiously long to recreate that sexual experience form childhood.

So i basically put a label on the whole thing. Menage trois. A three way. She said yeah, i guess. She wanted it with me and another guy. I had no problem with this. I had a similar fantasy once.... involving Sarah and another guy..... a guy named Brian. It turned me on to no end. I never told her about my experience with Brian, but this would work out perfectly. She agreed to do it with him.

Sarah never really knew Brian all that well. They were mere aquiantances. I got on the horn with Brian and asked if he was interested. He said hell yeah and invited us over Friday night.

The day finally came, and Sarah and i made our way. I was slightly nervous. I didn't exactly know what kind of reprecussions this would hav eon our relationship. I began to worry? Could Brian outperform me? Could Sarah end up leaving me for Brian? Could Brian spill the beans about our little fool around? Could i contract an STD? Sarah may have been alot fo things, but a cheater wasn't one of them.

Honestly, all these thoughts mad eme fill up with lust, in a masochistic way..... i didn't actually want them to happen and yet.... the risk factor excited me to no end.

We finall arrived at Brian's. No one was home. All three of us smoked a bowl and just hung out for a little bit. I noticed Sarah and Brian were hitting it off pretty well, almost flirting with each other. My stomach churned a bit. Finally, i went to the bathroom to take a tiny piss which could've been held in. Was i subconcsiously trying to get Sarah to elope with Brian? Considering the fact i was high, it was very possible. I stayed in there for a couple of minutes. Finally, i walked back into the room...... and i stopped dead in my tracks as the two of them made out on Brian's bed. They looked at me and then continued to make out. I guess this was their way of breaking the ice. We all took our clothes off, leaving us completely stark naked. I began making out with Sarah as Brian massaged and sucked her cute tits. She then switched back to Brian..... i was disturbed by how their kiss was far more passionate..... and yet turned on at the same time. I then proceeded to eat out her pussy as Brian put his dick in her mouth. She sucked him hard.... harder then she ever sucked me..... i felt sick to my stomach..... i had obviously done my homework, as Sarah began a series of clitoral orgasms. Or maybe it was just the excitement of having a cock in her mouth while she had a tongue in her twat. We all took a break, slightly exhausted. Brian began making out with her again. They were really going at it, groping each other. Sarah and i were pretty wild when we fooled around, but it was nothing like this....... i knew what was happeneing right in front of me.......

So eventually i start making out with Sarah again, this time just as wildly as she was when she made with Brian a few minutes prior..... Brian watched as we both caressed each other..... Finally, we stopped...... Brian was about to get ready to fuck her until she suggested something that still makes my stomach jump to this day...... "Hey.... you know.... this is a three way.... why don't you guys do some stuff?".... i was shocked.... Brian smirked as did i...... i was sooooo turned on by the fact that my girlfriend wanted to see us do some shit........ Brian and i started making out as we groped each other's butts..... She seemed to enjoy watching this as she fingered herself the whole time throughout our interplay..... Brian sucked my cock until i rolled him over on his stomach, grabbed a latex condom, and pounded his ass until came hard........

After a few minutes, Sarah said it was time..... Brian slipped on a condom..... Before he started fucking her she said "Wait!.... i want to suck Chuck's cock while you fuck me from behind" and so she did...... eventually, i popped my cock out of her mouth and just watched the two of them fuck each other silly...... sarah was screaming, moaning...... Brian smiled and made that sexy giggle the whole entire time..... they looked good together..... better than Sarah and i ever looked..... Eventually he came...... she didn't, however..... to which i asked "Hey, can i fuck you now?" She said no, you're my father. COnfused as fuck, i asked her to explain further. She said that she liked me but she could never fuck me because now i solidified the role of her father in her sexuality. "The Watcher". I knew what this meant right then and there. Brian was the molester. He was the only one she'd ever desire sexually. God was this confusing.... and heartbreaking, to say the least.

Eventually, we all got dressed and Sarah and i left. For the next few weeks, everything seemed somewhat normal. We talked about what had happened with Brian, not just what she told me in front the guy, but everything around it. The sex, everything. We still made out and what not, but something was missing. For the next couple of months, i had subconciously put my blinders on. I knew something was going on. We didn't hang out as much and Brian had been added as friend on her myspace. Tenuous as this may sound, i still knew something was going on between them..... and i was destined to find out.

One night when we hung out, i stole her phone and hid it in the backyard, that way when she called it, she wouldn't hear the ring. I told her i'd keep my eyes peeled for it. Finally, when she left, i checked her text messages.... it was the moment of truth....... and low and behold, there were all sorts of messages from Brian. They had met several times together. I was crushed, and yet turned on at the same time.

When i returned her phone, i knew i had to talk with her about this. So i did. She admitted that she cheated on me with Brian 5 times. I was..... ugh....... I just broked it off with her right then and there. She said she didn't want a relationship with Brian but would only have sex with him. She brought up the idea of a tri-relationship to which i just laughed. That night, i jerked off to the thought of both of them fucking each other's brains out. I came soooooo damn hard.

The next day, i knew there was something i needed to do..... i went to talk with Brian. There was some yelling and screaming, but we eventually talked it out like men. He said he liked her sexually and romantically. However, she didn't feel the same way about him. I didn't believe him. Eventually i came forward and said that i didn't approve of the relationship and warned him to back the fuck off. He then blackmailed me by saying he would tell her about our little fuckathon that i lied about to Sarah. I was trapped. All i could do was watch them have a relationship. Down i went off her top 8 on myspace, and up Brian went.

The next month was very painful....... until she called me at the end of the month telling me they had broken up. At first, i jumped up with joy..... and then my heart sank when she told me why. She said Brian was annoying, far from boyfriend material...... but he had contracted HIV........ Thankfully, Sarah didn't get it..... but she felt guilty about leaving him, even though it had nothing to do with the fact that he contracted HIV to begin with....... Brian would eventually die within the next year as his HIV qucikly metamorphisized into full blown AIDS.... Chuck and Sarah didn't get back together, but remained friends...... for a little while, until they fell for each other again.........

5 years later, Chuck was invited to his buddy's wedding. He had never been to a wedding before, and was asked to invite one date. He hadn't spoken to Sarah in a year or so at that point, and decided to call her up. Delighted, she accepted his invitation. One thing led to another and they were back together for the 2nd time..... Although Sarah didn't catch the bouquet at that wedding, that didn't stop her from being the next girl who became happily married to Chuck 2 years later. On the night of their honeymoon, they had sex for the first time..... and stayed happily married for the rest of their lives, completely faithful to one another. Chuck had finally become the missing piece to the jigsaw puzzle that was Sarah's sexuality. He was no longer just the watcher or father figure. He was everything she ever desired n another human being.

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”

“What kind of a room assignment is that Alex?!,” she wailed at their President, Alex, who just told her of their room assignments. Her usually pretty face turning crimson. There were three teams, two person persons per team and two adjudicators. There were 5 girls and 3 guys. She was complaining about her being assigned to a hotel room with Paul, a guy, the other adjudicator. 

“Cherry, we all agreed, you included, that the two adjudicators will be in one room. What’s your problem?,”, Alex retorted. 

“Yes I agreed! But that was when the adjudicator was Layka! Not Paul! Paul is not Layka! That’s not what I agreed to!”, replied Cherry, her full 5’2 height seemingly leering taller than she actually is. 

“Cherry nplease don’t make t harder for me. Layka got sick at the last minute remember? We’re lucky to get Paul or else we would’ve been disqualified. So now,
there are five of you girls and 3 of us guys. We have four rooms. What do you want me to do? All the other rooms are set already. They’re okay, they’re good. I can’t change things for you!” Alex exasperatedly replied. He’s the best debater in the team, yet he can’t seem to get through Cherry’s head. 

“Fuck this Alex! Why can’t I stay with Rica and Joanna? We’re  not big, we can fit in one room, I’m sure of it” 

“We’re not in the Philippines Cher. They have strict rules here in terms of number of people in a room. If we get caught, who knows? We could be disqualified and we could be kicked out of the hotel.”

“They won’t do that. We’ll keep it a secret ok?”, Cherry pleaded.

“Cher, I have many more things to think about. The tournament starts tomorrow. I really don’t have time for this. The room is big enough for both of you. Two queen-sized beds, separated by a big study table. It’s not like you’ll be sharing the same bed. Besides, we’ll be in National University of Singapore most of the time anyway. We’ll practically use the room to sleep in only. So please, go with the room assignment,”

Alex grabbed his bags and went to the Front Desk. 

Rica, who was watching the entire seen unfold, approached Cherry. “Don’t worry Cherry, I’ll be right across your room. Just call me when you need me and I’ll be there Ok?” 

“Thanks. It’s just so unfair. I mean of all the people to be roommates with, it has to be Paul”, Cherry shook her head. It was no secret in the Ateneo Debate Org that Cherry didn’t like Paul. Paul at one point tried to court Cherry. She was 3^rd year then and Paul was in 2^nd year. He didn’t get past a couple of text messages inviting her out for dinner before the entire courting was shot dead. Cherry made it known to him that she was just not interested and alluded that he was not in the same level as she is. She was by no means part of high society. She was decidedly upper middle but carried herself as if she was from a higher class. Paul was straight out middle class who did not care too much about carrying himself in any other way than middle class. The Debate team is probably the snobbiest group of people in the University and Paul was an absolute aberration. Paul was not obsessed with debating. He did not care too much for it. Instead he was a regular guy who played basketball at times with his buddies and drank too much beer in the weekends. At 5’7, he was just an average guy. He was good looking although most would agree that if he put more effort to his looks, he could be pretty hot. But he didn’t care. In any case, Cherry disliked him at one point and now she loathes him. 

“Here comes Paul,” said Rica.

“Hi guys! Man I got lost on the way here. I’m so freakin tired… Where’s Alex? I want to know where my room is”, a disheveled looking Paul said.

Cherry walked away without saying a word after giving him a piercing look.

“What’s her problem?” Paul asked.

“You. You’re her roommate!”Rica turns around to pick up her bags. She was wearing short white shorts and matching white tank top. At 5’9, she was, hands down, the hottest girl in the team. She was part of Manila’s elite although very down to earth. As she bent down, her shorts separated from her tank top revealing white silk panties. Her ass was absolutely perfect. Bubble butt. Very shapely indeed and it perfectly matches her long milky legs which was her biggest asset. She wasn’t blessed with having big breasts but her ass and legs more than made up for it. She was single, although she had the reputation of dating men who were older than her by at least 5 years.   

Paul just looked, biting his lip. “Man that ass is beautiful” He thought. 

Rica got up and looked at him strangely. “Hey what are you looking at? Let’s go. And bring this.” She handed him one of her bags.  

“Okay”. They went up to Alex who was waiting for them. After handing out the magnetic cardkeys, the three of them headed for the elevator. 

****4:45 pm. Room 507 

“Every morning, I’ll be the first to use the bathroom. I don’t want all your filth in the bathtub when I use it. You don’t use it unless I’m already out of the room. Stay on your side of the room, don’t touch my stuff and we’ll be okay. Okay?” Cherry was giving instructions to Paul who was unpacking his stuff near his bed. He wasn’t even looking. He was annoyed with her and he was annoyed with the set up. Sure, at one point, he thought she was pretty, which she really was. But after a while, and especially now, he would rather be Somalia with no food than be in the same room as Cherry.

“Okay okay! Jeez it’s not like I’m gonna rape you or anything!”

“Well you better not try anything!”

“I won’t!”Just then, Rica enters the room.“O what’s happening? I can hear you guys shouting across the room!”

“Your friend! She thinks she’s too beautiful to room with me. She thinks I’ll rape her or something!” he tells Rica.

He then turns to Cherry and says, “Hey you’re not that pretty you know! Wake up, you’re not as pretty as Rica!”,  and storms out. Cherry throws a pillow at him but it only hits the now closed door.  

5:30 a.m., Friday. Room 507. 1^st Day of Tournament. 

Cherry got up early and has already taken a shower. She was admiring herself in the bathroom mirror. Observing her neatly trimmed bush, she let her hand travel down her tight stomach and over her pussy. She was surprised to find herself wet down there and not with water. She just realized that she was feeling horny. Very horny actually. There’s just something about being in a hotel and in a different country that always makes her horny. She looked again at the mirror and was surprised to see that she already had her left foot up on the sink while the middle finger of her right hand was undeniably working in and out of her now dripping wet pussy. She was fingering faster now, as she thought of her boyfriend back home. How she wished that he was here! For sure they’d be fucking all night. Her breathing was getting heavier and heavier as she nears her climax. Her finger was now just a blur, pumping rapidly in and out of her juicy cunt… “Ohhhhh…”, she let out a moan. Any second now and she’ll cum… 

TOK! TOK! TOK! 

“Hoy Cherry! Can you move faster! We’re gonna be late! I haven’t taken a bath!”, Paul shouted from the other side of the door. 

FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! Cherry thought. She was interrupted by this asshole just as she was about to cum! I HATE HIM! I HATE HIM!!! “Yeah I’m done, I’m done! Just wait okay? I’m on my way out” She got dressed quickly. Her horniness now long gone. She steps out of the bathroom and finds Paul wearing boxers with and a sando waiting for him. 

“What took you so long? Listen if you want to use the bathroom first then you better be quick,” Paul complained. 

“Hey, don’t order me around! I take long showers and you just have to deal with it”, she went to the mirror and brushed her hair. 

“What were you doing anyway?” without waiting for an answer, he enters the bathroom. 

As soon as he enters the bathroom, he was in heaven. The bathroom smelled good and fresh. It was the undeniable smell that a girl just took a bath in it. He took time to inhale the atmosphere. He also smelled something else. Something slightly funky. He knew what it was but just can’t remember at that time. His thoughts got distracted when he heard a door slam. Cherry already left. He turned on the shower and balanced the temperature. Satisfied, he begins to get in the tub but realized that he left his shower gel in his bag and goes out of the bathroom again. He retrieves it and goes back in the bathroom without bothering to close the door anymore.  

“Thank god the bitch is gone”, he says as he begins his shower. 

6:00 am. Hotel Lobby. 

“Hey, there you are sunshine!”, bati ni Rica sa kanya. They greeted each other with a kiss.

“Don’t start! That moron… grrr!”, Cherry said, glaring at her.

“Easy! It’s so early and you’re already like that. Come on let’s go. You get cranky when you’re hungry. The entire group is waiting for you at the breakfast buffet.”

“Yeah okay. I am a bit hungry.”As they walk towards the buffet, Cherry suddenly stops.

“Shit!”

“O what?”, tanong ni Rica.“I left my breakfast stub in the room. I’ll go back and get it.”

“Okay. I’ll go ahead and tell them. I’m hungry too.”

“Yup, go ahead without me. I’ll be back quickly.” Cherry strides quickly to the elevator. She was angry with herself for being so stupid for leaving the breakfast stub. 

6:05 am. Room 507. 

Cherry enters her room expecting to see Paul. He wasn’t in the room. He’s probably still in the shower, he thought. GOOD. She thought, at least she won’t have to deal with him. The room was pretty dark, no lights. She decided against turning on the lights. There was a slight early morning sunshine entering through the window blinds anyway. Now where is that breakfast stub? Ah there it is, on the table between the beds. She goes over to get it and sees a few of their org’s pictures on the desk. With the stub on her hand, she turns around to leave. 

Just then she sees the bathroom door slightly ajar. She could see some slight movement inside. Instead of leaving immediately she found herself being drawn to the door and the moving figure in it. She got closer. At the edge of her bed which was right in front of the bathroom door. It was two meters from the edge of the bed to the door. One meter in, she could see Paul’s naked body, with the back to her. Paul was not ripped like a body builder. He had a slightly toned body yet he was obviously about 15 pounds overweight. Still he looked good. Cherry was staring intently at his tight butt. It looked gorgeous to her eyes. Unconsciously, she found herself getting hornier and hornier. Her right hand beginning to rub her pussy through her black pants. She could feel herself getting wetter and wetter.  

Paul stepped out of the tub and in the process, turned to the right. It was then, that Cherry saw his cock dangling between his legs. Cherry’s eyes widened like saucers. Oh my God, she thought. Paul’s dick was not very long. He was pretty average in fact, about 5 and a half inches or six, when he’s ultra horny. But it wasn’t the length that made Cherry gasp.  

It was the girth. While Paul had an average length dick, the girth was absolutely exceptional. It measured about 5 inches in circumference, practically as thick as Cherry’s wrist! Cherry was absolutely amazed and was seemingly hypnotized with what she was seeing. Her mouth agape, she kept staring. Suddenly, she realized that Paul was about to enter the room! Cherry began to panic. Paul was still drying up his hair and was about to turn towards the door. Cherry knew that she can’t get out of the room. It was too late. Paul would know that she was there and most probably saw him naked. Cherry decided to run back to the table to hide underneath it.

But then Paul returned with a chair and set it in front of the table! Cherry could see Paul from the waist down. She again heard Paul flipping the pictures.

CLICK! The desk lamp turned on.

Cherry slid further back to the wall as far as she could possibly go. And froze.

He stopped flipping the pictures.. She waited. She then saw him taking off his towel completely. With the slight sunlight from the blinds and the light from the bathroom, and lamp, she could clearly see his dick beginning to get hard. Paul reached down with his right hand and began to stroke his quickly hardening cock. Cherry was getting a free show. Here she was, staring at the most amazing dick she has ever seen and it was being stroked right in front of her just a mere half meter from her face. She was mesmerized, her eyes zeroed in on the gorgeous thick manhood in front of her. It was a thing of beauty she thought. It was not a pretty cock, it was a powerful looking dick. It was all man.

Shit! She thought. I want that. She couldn’t believe what she was thinking. She still hates Paul. She was 10 percent sure of that. But she wants his dick. It was as if the dick was a distinctly separate entity from Paul. A completely different person. Suddenly, she heard Paul say something. 

“Fuck Cherry.” What? Does he know I’m here???? She thought in a panic.

“Cherry… You’re such a bitch. But I want to fuck you anyway. I want to bend you over and fuck you like the bitch you are. Surprisingly, Cherry found herself getting turned on with what he’s saying. She desperately wanted to touch herself but she knows she’ll be discovered if she moves a single muscle. She could feel her cunt pulsating and quivering. All this time, her eyes never left the huge manhood in front of her. Paul continued to stroke it. Faster and faster. It was amazing, she thought.  

“I’m gonna fuck you, and ram your cunt again and again. I’ll rip your juicy cunt apart. Fuck you feel so good!”Cherry felt flattered. She was so wet by now that she can feel it forming a pool in her panties. Cherry kept still and stared straight ahead.

Just then,“Fuck Cherry! Fuck! Arrrghh!”Paul came.

He shot his load, the first spurt hitting Cherry square in the mouth. She could taste him! She almost fell from her squat position right there and then. She couldn’t believe what just happened. Before she could think, another spurt erupted. 

“Arrgh!”This time hitting her left eyebrow and cheek. A third one came hitting her hand and knee. The fourth did the same. Finally, the cum stopped hitting her. She couldn’t move. She was stunned. Paul got up and went to bathroom to wash up. He closed the door of the bathroom and as soon as she saw it close, Cherry ran to the door and, with cum still dripping down her face and hand, got out as fast as she could.

Paul was in the shower when he thought he heard a door close. He thought nothing of it.  It must be my imagination.(To be Continued) 

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