5 MONTHS LATER

My pregnancy began to show and show alot by now and the doctor had confirmed that the babies were alright. YES! babies! twins!boy and a girl! we already set up a nursery, the colors blue and pink for Jaymie and Josh. "Josh Clouse, i like the sound of that name." Bret smiled as he rubbed my now bursting belly. "Jaymie Clouse sounds better!" i said. I sauntered off, or rather waddled, one hand behind my back and one on my belly. I went into our bedroom and fell heavily on the bed, turned on my side and attempted to go to sleep. Bret rushed in and jumped on next to me. "Oh, fuck. You beast. What the fuck are you doing banging down on the damn bed like that?" i yelled. He stared at me, startled. I had never used that language talking to him. "I'm sorry i just... dont want to screw up as a parent, the pressures getting to me." he looked at me, a question mark in his eyes and said "Why would you ever worry about such a thing? they say an amazing wife is an amzing mother because they are one in the same." i asked" am i a good wife?" "well not in bed, but...overall yes." i slapped him and said"thanks. but youre not so great in bed either." he raised an eyebrow "we'll see about that" we didnt need a crystal ball to see what was coming next. I took off his shirt and my under wear. and he took off his shirt pants and underwear. He lay down and i got on top. i tried bouncing but it was too tiresome wit all my extra weight. i instead got on all fours and he fucked me from behind. i didnt really fel a damn thing. his 8 inches of dick felt 2 inches inside my enlarged-by-baby pussy. he kept going, softer than ever until he started to come. he pulled his dick out and rubbed up and down my asshole as he came. when he was done, i flopped over and he tried to fuck me but my belly was in the way. "This is difficult." he said and i nodded in agreement. He flopped down next to me and began to squeeze my nipples. it hurt like hell and no pleasure was involed. when i didnt begin to moan he got the memo and began to suck on my boobs. He sucked a couple times and then spit out a milky liquid. IT WAS MILK! "Ew, i hate warm milk!" he said. "Lets just forget it." i turned over and he draped his arm over my belly.

"OH GOD!" i shot straight up in bed as a sharp pain came from my pussy and up my tummy. "wha? what are you doing?" stammered Bret. "I think i'm going into labor." i said

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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.

 

 

        Nina walked in with two cups of hot cocoa and sat next to me. There, my erection started up again. I was sitting there next to my lesbian friend with a hard on the size of China. I started to get thoughts of fucking her brains out. She must have soon the bulge because she scooted over the opposite direction in an attempt to avoid the hump in my pants. With all these images floating around through my mind I didn't care. I wanted Nina and I wanted her now! I leaned in and began kissing her neck leaving a small hicky on her neck. I whispered to her how beautiful she was and how I'd love to take her body and do all sort of things to it.

        I began unbuckling my belt and unzipping my pants to show Nina my 8 and a half inch dick. "This is what thinking about your body has done to my penis" "What?" she replied. "Making it huge!" I said. "I never touched a penis before but I'll try it with you". she said.

        She began putting her mouth around my dick and started to lick it where the head meets the shaft. This sent me into an instant cringe and I squirmed a little bit. My reaction was grabbing the back of her head and forcing her to bob up and down my dick faster. The feeling was incredible, especially when you imagine a woman teasing the spot where you cum with her tongue. I noticed Nina only had 3 inches in her mouth so I started to force her down deeper onto my pulsing cock. "Owe!...Please!...Stop it!" Nina screamed out while gagging on my dick. After 10 minutes into my blow job, Nina got all 8 and a half inches in and as soon as I felt her throat I shot 5 huge strokes of cum down her throat. She swallowed every bit of it too.

       But even after that I needed more. Nina tried to run but I grabbed her and threw her on the sofa undoing her jeans and ripping off her hot pink colored thong leaving two scratch marks on her lower abdomen.

       She screamed "No!...Please!...Dont!" As soon as she said please my mouth was on her pussy licking her clit as I fingered her wet pussy. I began licking her clit faster and faster until she screamed out "Oh My God!! Your going to make me cum!" I began sucking her clit while stroking my dick at the same time. I moved my dick up close to her pussy hole and entered it in. I started off with soft short strokes then built up to a faster speed. I didn't want to hurt Nina but I still wanted to get my pleasure in. I felt something inside of me say "Go faster...She can take it...Hold the bitch down!" Nina was squirming and moaning to stop but I can tell she liked it. "So how does this feel compared to a dildo?" I asked her. "MMMMHHHMMMM...go faster!!" she screamed as she began to moan louder. "OMG! this feels so good!" She cried out. I quickly flipped her over and fucked her doggy style. "Oh my God! Stop! it hurts too much Jake!" She screamed. But I couldn't stop, it felt too good.

       After about 15 minutes of fucking Nina I  shot load after load into her wet pussy filling Nina up with my cum which sent her into multiple orgasms.

       Afterwards we laid on her sofa breathing fast from the sex. Suddenly I thought to myself...."Damn, I just fucked a lesbian, and it was fucking awesome!" I kept on thinking that until 2 months later Nina showed up to my house saying she was 2 months pregnant. With that, my final thought was that Nina will be the last lesbian I ever fuck.

I hauled my tall ass out of bed and crept into the bathroom. She had left the door open, that same small grin stretched wider as I approached the door and pushed it open. I was immediately hit by a wall of steam and the air became notably thicker. My skin already reflected the light and before long little beads of water were rolling down my naked form.

She was still unaware of me, or if she was she gave no indication of knowing. I stared at her in the shower for a moment or two, simply admiring her. She jokes about her appearance, but I can never find a flaw in that voluptuous form. She's not the anorexic ideal woman of Vogue magazine...and thank god for that, she's exactly what I could want in a woman. I smile somewhat more fondly than I should considering my lascivious intentions and begin walking forward, stepping over her clothes and collar and pulling open the door to the shower where my lovely brunette is bathing. Her back was to me and she was humming some song or another. I slipped in behind her, my cock at this point was standing firmly at attention. If anyone wants to know then I'm around 8 1/2 to 9 inches long when I'm aroused. I realize that every man claims to be around that length, but in an insecure moment I just measured the damn thing with a ruler.

She must have felt me blocking the water to her body but didn't have time to react as I slid into the shower and pressed up against her back. I'm over a foot taller than her, so I felt my member pressing firmly into the small of her back. I reached my hands around to her waist and pulled her close to me, she let out a surprised little gasp as I lowered my mouth to her neck and began kissing her heavily. As I raised my hands to her wet breasts I began to use my teeth, sinking my canines into the soft skin of her neck as my hands finally wrapped around her soft breasts. She was quite large in that area, I'm not exactly familiar with the cup sizes myself (although she was obviously a D) but my hands are large and she was more than a handful.

I idly played with her breasts, taking advantage of the soap running down her body as I lightly toyed with her nipple. She let out a soft gasp and a whine as I pinched it firmly. I didn't stop pinching as my other hand slid down to her navel and rested just above her nest of brown pubic hair. She pushed herself back into me and her hand came up to the side of my face. Her other hand began exploring and grasped my throbbing shaft. I tried not to grunt as her hand began lightly playing over my weapon. Exploring it idly as I teased and abused her rapidly stiffening nipple.

I let my other hand finally slip between her legs and pushed two fingers into her warm recesses rather unceremoniously. I felt her knees go weak and she started to slide down slightly. Her hand gripped my shaft and began a slow, rhythmic pumping as I slid my fingers deeper into her, pulling and pushing in and out of her steadily while I allowed my thumb to press into her clit and roll it around gently.

She turned her face towards me, her eyes half closed and glazed over with lust. I didn't say a word as I lowered my mouth to hers and pressed my lips firmly on hers. My tongue slid into her waiting mouth and I rapidly turned her around, quickly replacing my hands where they were. My ministrations on her nipple became more violent as I felt myself slipping to the mass of pure instinct that I knew was coming to overpower me. She gasped and whined into my mouth as the pain increased. Never once did she do anything but thrust her chest forward to meet my abuse.

I grunted and I pressed her up against the shower wall. Our bodies slapped together as I raised her leg. I lowered myself and arched my back, positioning the throbbing head at her entrance. Never once did I stop savagely kissing her. Our tongues wrestled ceaselessly as I pressed the head of my cock between her lips. Without further warning I pushed deeply into her with one thrust, lifting her off the ground in my efforts to impale myself as deeply as possible within her. She let out a small cry that surely would have alerted someone had we not had the house to ourselves. I merely grunted as I started a rhythm inside of her, feeling her contract around me as I let my hand slide up and down her naked thigh.

My muscles tensed as I used her up against the wall, with the hot water spraying down on the both of us. I lowered my head down to her breast (not a difficult thing considering I was already slightly hunched to accommodate the vicious fucking that I was currently giving her) I let her firm nipple slide into my mouth, taking it between my teeth occasionally and pulling on it.

The sound of two bodies gyrating against eachother has always been something that I've...appreciated, to say the least. That sound is multiplied a hundred fold in the shower, when both participants are dripping wet. I rammed hard into her, never ceasing my brutal pace and taking her hard. I pulled out almost to the head and then rammed back into her all the way, pushing her up a bit with each brutal thrust. Eventually my need for release grew so much that her body shook at the impact of every thrust.

My hands roamed around her again, especially around her naked thighs and buttox. I felt the onset of the inevitable approaching and judging by the increased frequency and urgency of her moans and cries so did she. I cupped her buttox and held her to me as my movements became more erratic and harsh. I let my and delve deeper between her cheeks until I felt my finger pressing into her sphincter a bit.

I ran my finger around it, feeling my orgasm approaching, as I crested that final hill I plunged my finger deep into her recesses. She let out a cry and threw her head back, thrusting her chest out as she came with me. I felt her contracting wildly around my invading cock. I grunted as I held myself deep inside of her as I came. I waited until our breathing had relaxed slightly until I finally slipped out of her. I kept her pinned against the wall as the water played along both of our bodies, enjoying the feel of the water on my skin.

I saw the look on her face as that wall of instinct kept creeping up on me. She understood that it was like the tide, there was no point in arguing or trying to stop it.

My eyes steeled over, and I'm good at looking mean. I cast my gaze down to her naked and now nervous/excited form. "Get down on your knees," I said. My voice lacked any tenderness or caring whatsoever. She didn't question me but merely nodded and sank down to her knees. Without word she ran her soft pink tongue up my hardening shaft experimentally for a few moments before almost gingerly taking me into her mouth. I grunted slightly when I felt her tongue and lips playing on my shaft.

I lowered my head to her hair and pulled on it roughly, not roughly enough to damage her but roughly enough to hurt a bit. I grabbed her hair and she compliantly relinquished control to me. I moved her lips over my member, thrusting my hips slightly to meet her face I drove her almost all the way down onto me. I forced myself deeper into her throat with every thrust. I ordered her to start rubbing herself and her hand played between her thighs while her other hand toyed with her breasts as I used her mouth. I reveled in the feel of her tongue toying with the shaft as I painfully used her face. She didn't resist, she merely moaned around my shaft and increased her ministrations on her own body.

I could feel that same familiar pressure building in my loins again, but this wasn't where I wanted to come. I pulled from her mouth and she gasped slightly as her air passage opened up. She looked up at me with questioning eyes as I stared down at her. I grabbed her and bent her down, she knew by now to get on her hands and knees, and she knew what was coming.

I knelt behind her as the water landed full on her back and spread the globes of her ass wide, revealing her puckered entrance. I pressed a finger into her ass and ordered her to keep rubbing herself. She complied and soon she was gasping and mewling as I worked my finger in and out of her. I grunted and placed my rejuvenated cock at her rear. Without any further warning I pushed forward, it took a bit of effort but I finally felt my head pop into her. She gasped loudly as I slowly but deliberately pushed into her bowels. Holding her ass wide apart as I did so. I dug my fingers into her as I began a slow rhythm in and out of her. Her hot rear passageway gripped me so hard that it was near pain.

It didn't take long for her to start meeting my thrusts into her bowels, and as my excitement increased a string of insults and curses spewed from my mouth as she submissively let me take her anally. I called her every horrible name in the book and all it seemed to do was increase the pitch and urgency of her sounds and make her press herself harder upon me. I grunted as began to really pound her. I reached down and around and savagely grabbed her breasts, toying with the nipples for a moment before taking them both between my fingers and twisting savagely. She cried out, whether in pain or pleasure I don't know. I didn't care, either. All that mattered to me now was that she satisfy me, and that's all that mattered to her.

Our bodies rocked together as I slammed into her so hard that her body could barely stay up. Her fingers worked savagely in and out of her cunt as I thrust deeper and harder into her as my second orgasm approached. I grunted, and grabbed her hair by the back of her head. Pulling so that she looked up towards the ceiling as I gave her one final, and severe thrust into her asshole as she gasped out her second orgasm. I filled her up and withdrew from her with an audible pop. She merely collapsed on the shower floor and lay there for a moment. It was a moment or two before she could utter the words "thank you, master". I grinned and stood, sated for the time being as I helped her to stand up again.

We stayed like that for a few moments and I gently washed her before we finally made it out of the shower. Watching her dry herself I felt myself getting aroused again and knew that this was going to be a long day for her.

John had an idea. “When this happens, you gotta go back to the beginning. We gotta go to Sensei.”

Paul smiled. Old memories of when they were young started flashing in his head.

Sensei was actually just a friend who was really good with women. He taught them everything he knew about getting women, and they were quite successful at it until recently. They called him Sensei as a joke because he was their mentor on this subject. His real name was Ron.

“Sensei?” said Paul. “Yeah, but it’s been a long time, man.”

“We have to go to Grand Sensei. I’m ashamed that we haven’t called him and said hello, but we gotta do it. We’re losing the magic, man. We gotta get it back or else we’re gonna be out of business.”

“Do you think he would like to talk to us at this point?”

“Well, let’s give him a try.”

It took about thirty minutes to drive to Ron’s house on the other side of Los Angeles. Paul called him as they were nearing the house and explained the situation. He seemed happy to hear from him and said he’d be happy to help.

Apparently Ron hadn’t lost his sense of humor over the years, because as soon as they walked in, they were greeted by Ron who was sitting at the table with huge cotton balls stuffed in his mouth.

He was pretending to be the Godfather the same way he did years ago. Paul and John joined in the routine without missing a step.

They knelt in front of Ron like they were kneeling for a king. John said, “Oh, Great Sensei, we’re at the end of our rope. My partner here, the Great Bullshit Master, has run out of charm. He’s not bringing in pussy anymore. Our dicks are starving. We come to you in our hour of need. Please have mercy on us.”

In his best Godfather imitation voice, Ron said, “Why you come to me now with problems like this? You don’t call me and invite me to your house for a little espresso, a little pasta. And now you have a problem. You obviously haven’t gotten laid in a while—or at least two hours—and you think now you have a problem.”

Paul was having a hard time controlling his laughter at this point because Ron was doing such an accurate impersonation of the Godfather without the slightest hint of a smile. It was funny as hell.

John said, “Sensei, believe me, we follow your techniques. We follow every step we learned from you, but it doesn’t seem to work. I mean, I don’t know what’s wrong. We came across a bitch—I mean, what we think is a witch—and she worked a spell on us because we did anal without telling her we were gonna do it—”

“Although she liked it,” interrupted Paul.

“—and she took away our charm.”

Ron started moving the chess pieces around on the table in front of him. He said, “Being in solitary, I like playing by myself. I figure this way I always win.”

He chuckled and then said, “Guys, first of all, you shouldn’t call them bitches. I think that maybe you lost your charm.”

He said something in Italian and then translated it. Basically, he’d said they need to make the girl feel comfortable. They needed to tease her and make her cum before she even saw their dicks.

Ron pretended to be frustrated and said, “I feel bad that all my teachings have gone in one ear and out your ass.”

The guys were struggling to keep from laughing. Ron was pouring the comedy on thick this time.

He went on about a girl that he had for them and how he was going to use her to re-teach them how to pick up women. They could get to know her, watch how Ron worked, and then they’d get to practice what he taught them. But of course, none of that would happen until after five minutes of joking and quoting catch phrases from the Godfather.

The guys went home and got cleaned up after coughing up $20 apiece for Ron. He didn’t tell them what it was for. Instead, he joked about it being “tribute.”

Later that night, they went back. The girl that Ron was talking about was sitting next to him on the couch. Her name was Naomi. She was average in appearance, a little chubby, but her hair style and attitude gave her a lot of sex appeal. She had the look of a woman who wanted to fuck and didn’t care whose dick she was fucking.

She was wearing a black top with a short red skirt. Her purse was next to her on the floor. She seemed really relaxed and she smiled all the time.

She had her foot on Ron’s leg and he was stroking her thigh. He looked up, said, “Do you like these shoes?”

Naomi said, “Yeah.”

“I spent a lot of my hard-earned money getting these, you know? And I bought them just for you.”

He lifted her foot off his thigh and raised her leg high in the air so the boys could see the shoes. Then he said, “You see, boys, you shmackles, if you get shoes for a girl you really charm the hell out of her because girls really love shoes. And another advantage to shoes is that you can look up their skirts and see what that lovely little pussy looks like.”

That was the last thing that Ron needed to point out. Paul and John were already looking up her skirt and felt huge boners trying to spring up in their pants. Her pussy looked so sexy stuffed away in tight red panties.

Everyone chuckled at Ron’s humor, then he said, “Look honey, these shoes are all yours. And because you have to put up with the likes of these two ugly shmackles, I got you a second pair of shoes and these guys chipped in to buy them for you.”

Now they knew why Ron wanted $20 from them earlier. He handed Naomi the box. She was smiling but she didn’t seem overly enthused about it.

John joked, “So we should give her two pair of shoes?”

“Well, when you’re dealing with three guys, one pair just isn’t enough. I could’ve gotten by with one pair with my charm, but since we’re dealing with two shmackles like you two, you have to have the additional shoes as well.”

Everyone laughed, but Paul and John felt an intense rush of excitement and tingles race through them. Ron had pretty much confirmed that Naomi was going to fuck them all. Her tits and crotch suddenly looked ten times better and two needy cocks were swelling up fast.

“In fact,” continued Ron, “when I look at both of you I think perhaps I should have gotten her a third pair and a bra and some underwear, but…oh well.”

They were having the time of their lives with Ron cracking jokes on them. It was just like the old days.

“Isn’t this exciting?” asked Ron to Naomi. “There’re a lot of men out there who would be masturbating looking at you. Isn’t that a nice thought?”

“Yeah,” said Naomi.

“You’re very sexy and got a beautiful body and nice, big tits. Men love girls like you.”

She was leaning closer to Ron with every word that came out of his mouth. She was blushing and giggled from time to time.

Ron turned to his friends and said, “See, flattering helps too. It’s the shoes and the flattering. Keep watching.”

He joked some more, flirted some more, and teased the two “shmackles” some more. He gave a few more tips about how to impress her with tactics that were old fashioned, but still worked.

He started kissing her neck as he gently pulled her hair. Then he pointed out the goose bumps that had formed on her legs. He pulled one of her tits out and showed them how hard her nipples had gotten because of it.

Naomi’s eye lids were getting heavier. She was taking deeper breaths than before. She was still giggling, but now it sounded like partial moans mixed with laughter.

The boys were impressed. Ron was manipulating this woman, getting her extremely horny, and he was telling them exactly how he was doing it while she was sitting there listening. They had to give it to him. Ron had style.

Next, he got her to give them a little strip tease. She basically took her clothes off slowly and wiggled her hips seductively. It was nothing special since Naomi wasn’t much of a dancer, but the point of it was to get her naked, so it wasn’t entirely in vain. The only thing left on her body when she was done was her new high heels.

Ron had started playing with his cock under his pants. The boys were staring wide-eyed at Naomi’s tits, which were even bigger now that the bra wasn’t holding them back.

Ron told her to sit back down. He said, “Is there anything that you would like more than a penis in your mouth?”

“No,” said Naomi.

“Candy? Ice cream? A movie? A walk in the park?”

“No,” repeated Naomi.

“So basically, the penis in the mouth is your best choice?”

She nodded.

Ron turned to the guys and said, “Always let the girl make the choice because, A, it’s more exciting, and B, if she makes no choice then she can dial 9-1-1.” Ron was making a reference to rape, but it took a few seconds for anyone to get the joke, so the laughs came late.

Ron pulled his cock out. It was already at least seven inches long and it wasn’t fully erect yet.

Naomi’s eyes lit up and she leaned forward with her wet mouth agape and closed her soft lips around the head. She gave it a light suck and then dove down on it. She went a little deeper with each suck, and soon Ron’s cock had fully stiffened in her mouth.

Naomi had some outstanding cock sucking skills. His dick was tingling immensely as she massaged it with her tongue and lips.

“Look at how she takes it so deep,” said Ron. “Look at that.”

It was like the guys were watching a live porno. And seeing it live was having the same effect as it would if they were watching it on TV. It made them want to fuck the girl.

She was bending in a doggie style position on the couch as she sucked him. Not only did they get to see how well she gave head, they got to see her naked ass sticking straight up in the air. It left their imaginations with something to work with.

They could almost see themselves plugging her other end with stiff cock. All they needed was the okay from Ron and Naomi.

It was driving them crazy just sitting there watching somebody else get his dick sucked after going so long without sex.

To make it worse, Ron said, “She sucks a mean dick.” Then he pulled it out of her mouth and started kissing her and sucking her tits because he’d forgotten to tell them foreplay was an important part of the lesson. The kissing only lasted about ten seconds though, because Ron leaned back and eagerly popped it back in her wet mouth.

“Oh, that’s pretty talented,” moaned Ron. “Oooh, nice, baby! Nice. Look at that. Look how hard I’m getting. Yeah. All the way out and all the way in. Oh, yeah, keep doing that!”

“Uh, Sensei,” said Paul, “where’s our part?”

“Oh, shit,” said Ron as if he’d forgotten about them by accident.

Naomi knew he’d done it on purpose, so she was having a hard time keeping control of her laughter. The desperate look on their faces was hilarious.

“While you suck my dick,” said Ron to Naomi, “one of the Shmackle Brothers are gonna start giving you head from the back. He’s gonna eat your pussy; he’s gonna eat your ass, and if you really behave yourself, honey, he’s gonna stick his tongue way up your ass and touch your tonsils. That’s how far we’re talking. He might even massage your heart as he bypasses it.”

John wasted no time in getting his clothes off. He was behind Naomi and had his tongue gliding back and forth between her clit and asshole in seconds.

It had been so long since he’d tasted the sweetness of a young woman’s cunt juices. He worked each and every inch of her hind region like he was using his mouth to clean it before surgery.

Naomi was extremely aroused from having a cock in her mouth and a tongue in her ass and pussy. She sucked Ron deeper and let her head linger at the bottom before she came up.

Her pussy was gushing loads of fluids. John happily lapped every drop and spread it around using his lips and tongue until he had her whole anal and pubic region soaked with saliva and pussy juice.

Ron kissed her for a while longer until he opened his eyes and realized John had stopped licking her. He obviously wanted a blowjob too, so Ron told Naomi to lay on her back so he could fuck her while she sucked John’s cock.

Her ample tits fell into place and Ron lifted one of her luscious legs high in the air, revealing every tender fold of her juicy, bald cunt. She started fingering herself and rubbing her clit.

“Is it nice and wet?”

“Uh-huh,” Naomi moaned.

She looked up just in time to see John’s balls coming at her face. She opened her mouth and let them land on her lips and tongue. A few seconds later she felt Ron’s pulsing cock head pushing into her tight hole.

As wide apart as her legs already were, she tried to separate them even more. Ron had a long prick. He was slowly shoving every inch of it in and out of her. Her whole body was tingling like mad.

“Turn around and we’ll do you doggie style, baby,” said Ron. “Get that cute little ass way up in the sky.”

She got up and bent over on her knees. She arched her back, which put her pouty cunt lips in better view and made her twat easier to access.

“Ohh, look at that,” said Ron, and he instinctively started stroking his cock and then slipped it back in her as she took in a mouthful of John’s cock.

All three were really into it now. This was Naomi’s favorite position. She loved what Ron was doing behind her. The better he fucked her, the more cock she craved for her mouth. It got to the point that she was deep-throating John every time she went down.

When John commented on how good it felt, it made her get even nastier. She pushed her mouth completely flush against John’s pubic region, forcing him so deep that the end of his cock had to curve down her throat just to fit it all in.

“Oh…yeah! My dick is all the way down her throat,” John said in amazement. “She’s so fucking good.”

“You’re learning my lessons well. That’s charming, providing a penis for her to suck on,” Ron joked.

He got serious for a moment and told John to get lost. He was horny and wanted Naomi all to himself.

Besides, they hadn’t called him in a year. They deserved to suffer.

He sat down and motioned for Naomi to mount him. He wanted her to ride him. She was really good at it. She had a big, juicy ass that made for a great, cushiony, heated seal around his cock and hips.

Their upper bodies were pressed close together. Her tits were mashed against Ron’s face, which made it hard to breath, but despite the lack of oxygen, within minutes, she had almost gotten him to pop his load.

In fact, the heavy breathing made it seem more erotic. He was spreading her ass cheeks apart and ramming every inch of his cock up in her.

The only problem was Ron had drank too much water and liquor before every got there. He’d been holding his bladder all night. He’d just gotten to the point that he couldn’t take anymore, so he excused himself and asked the “bogus boys” to fill in for him.

Ron’s bladder couldn’t have had better timing. Watching them fuck was really getting to the boys. They were stroking their meat, and if Ron hadn’t stopped when he did, they would’ve popped their loads all over their hands.

John was the first to act. He was on his feet and bending Naomi over as soon as Ron got to his feet. He fucked her, pounded her, drilled her, dug into her hot flesh.

He pulled his cock out, slurped the pussy juice, swallowed it, and sprang back to his feet. He motioned for Naomi to turn around.

John was stroking his meat. Naomi dropped to her knees.

John grabbed her head.

Naomi’s mouth came open.

John’s legs were shaking with anticipation.

OOOOHHHHHHH!!!

Cum spilled from his cock like waterfalls. Every bit of it landed directly in her mouth.

Naomi gladly caught it all in her mouth, swallowed some, and let some drip back onto his cock so she could lick it up while she sucked the sensitive cock head.

Ron watched patiently as Paul took his turn fucking Naomi. It was about the same as John, ending with Paul shooting his load in her mouth while he moaned his satisfaction.

Once they were out of the way, Ron laid her on her back and started drilling her in the missionary position. His back was upright so he could watch her tits jiggle, plus he didn’t want to get too close to her face with all that cum on it.

It felt good, but Naomi’s pussy was getting sore after fucking all those dicks. She said, “Okay Mr. Tough-Guy-Sensei, you better cum in twenty seconds.”

She started counting down from twenty and it actually sounded very sexy because she was moaning as she counted. When she got to number one, Ron pulled his cock out, started stroking it, and said, “Zero.”

Long ropes of cum sprang from his cock and decorated her face like a spider web. She started sucking Ron’s spent dick.

“Oh, aw!” he screamed. Shivers went through his body. “Oh, oh man, oh!”

“That’s delicious. Mmmm,” she said as she sucked the last few drops from his tingling shaft.

Ron looked up. He had stuffed more tissue in his cheeks while everyone was pre-occupied with watching the blowjob.

Mocking the Godfather, he said, “That’s how you do it boys. They want a little sperm, you give it to them. Now we can go take a break and have a little cappuccino and spaghetti. Naomi, you wanna come have a bite with us?”

“Okay,” she said.

“You hungry?”

“Yeah,” she replied. She still hadn’t stopped sucking his cock.

“Okay, guys. The lesson was a success. Onward and upward, okay?”

“Thank you, Sensei.”

They bowed, and it was off to their place to eat dinner and possibly get ready for another romp.

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The micro reactors were so cheap to make that they were immediately mass-produced on such a scale that within ten years every object produced my man that required an energy source was powered by a GAC micro atomic generator. Poverty disappeared; wars ceased to be fought; pollution was a dim memory of the past; and every power station in the world was dismantled. Unbeknownst to anyone GAC micro atomic generators emitted powerful zeta radiation that could not be detected by any man made instrument at the time. Zeta radiation is not life threatening to humans and has no effect on any other organism on the globe. It does have one effect on the female of the human species that was not to become apparent for some time.

At 1600 EST on March 13 in the year 2050 AD the UN announced that General Atomics Corporation had destroyed mankind. By then it was proven beyond any doubt that the zeta radiation emitted by GAC micro atomic reactors was the reason every woman in the world was sterile. The world was doomed.

At 0917 EST on April 16 in the year 2125 AD the last human being walking the planet Earth died. Clocks continued to tick, elevators waited for passengers that would never appear, automatic machinery continued to run, vacant offices and department stores were kept cool by air-conditioners and every man made appliance was fully functional; after all, they were powered by GAC micro atomic generators, and they had a one thousand year guarantee.

Five years before GAC had released its world saving (and world destroying) invention on the world, the governments of the first world countries of the world had agreed to conduct a radical experiment. At a number of secret locations throughout the modern world, volunteers had been placed in suspended animation in cryogenic facilities. The volunteers were mainly single men. They had no special skills or scientific training; they were simply ‘guinea pigs’ with no families or friends to miss them. The plan had been to see if humans could be preserved for extraordinary periods of time in the event that global warming put an end to man’s existence.

The experiment was really mute once GAC announced the invention of their micro atomic generators and the resultant reprieve for the world’s environment; but the scientists decided to continue with the test as it may provide useful data about extended hibernation in the event that the micro atomic generators could be used for inter-stellar travel. In fact all of the cryogenic facilities were retrofitted with GAC micro atomic generators to ensure they had an inexhaustible power supply. The volunteers in their cryogenic stasis were blissfully unaware of what had happened to the world while they slept peacefully for a hundred and fifty years. By the time the clocks ticked over to 0001 on January 01 in the year 2130 AD they were the only living human beings on a planet that had hundreds of fully functioning modern cities but was devoid of human habitation. My story begins.

My name is Michael, a forty four year old male, and I was one of the volunteers who participated in the extended stasis experiment. My cryo-chamber opened on time, and I emerged, along with my fellow cryo-volunteers, from my extended sleep to find all of the machinery and paraphernalia required to enable human existence was fully functional and yet the world was abandoned of human life.

It took myself, Steve and Jeff about a week to figure out exactly what had happened to mankind. At first we were stunned and then, when we got over the shock, we decided to make the best of a world abandoned by its creators. We moved into a secure compound, and foraying into the nearby city, we acquired all of the trappings we needed to live comfortably. We had three separate houses with all of the latest gadgets. Everything ran perfectly and mostly automatically, powered of course by GAC micro generators. We filled our houses with every form of entertainment available: three-dimensional holographic video projectors, fully integrated sound systems, and the latest computer games. Of course there were no interactive Internet websites, although most websites were still running; their servers and super-computers run by GAC micro atomic generator.

We found food abundant; advances in cryo technology meant that produce could be frozen and remain edible for centuries (the irony of this was not lost on us). We had everything we needed to sustain us for the rest of our lives. Everything except contact with other humans beside ourselves; and of course no women to fulfil our sexual desires. Jeff acquired a powerful transmitter and we spent days trying to contact the other volunteers of the cryogenic experiment who must have emerged at the same time as we did in their secret locations around the globe, but we had no success. Because of the secrecy surrounding the project we didn’t even know who they were, how many there were, or where they were located. We eventually became resigned to our fate and settled down to live out our lives in as much comfort as possible, leaving the transmitter and receiver to operate automatically.

After a six months of each other’s company we pretty much retired to our own homes within the compound. It was a sad reality that we craved the company of other human beings but were sick of our own company. This arrangement and the privacy we now all craved actually suited me more than I was prepared to say. You see I have a secret that the other two know nothing about; that very few people had ever known anything about. It was a secret that I had lived with before I volunteered for the cryo experiment and a secret I have no intention of sharing with my two male survivors. I am a transvestite.

Jeff, Steve and I agreed to meet every Friday at one of our houses in the compound on an alternate basis. Why we chose Friday (the start of the weekend had no relevance to us now) was beyond us; we just mutually agreed to the day. We would not disturb each other outside of our Friday evening get togethers unless there was an emergency. We all craved our privacy, me most of all. Now that I lived in relative privacy, I decided that I could practice my crossdressing peccadillos as often as I wanted.

I drove into town and acquired all the trappings I needed to fulfil my transvestite fantasies. I went to various shops and took makeup, perfume, jewellery, lingerie, shoes, wigs, skirts, blouses and suits. From chemists shops I selected a variety of shavers, hair removal cream, and lubricants. I visited sex shops and helped myself to vibrators, dildos, a life-like male sex doll, fetish clothing and holographic transvestite video pornography. I smuggled it all into my house, locked the doors, closed the curtains and commenced to live my life as my alter ego: Michele.

I took all of my acquisitions into the second bedroom and ensuite bathroom of my house and filled the drawers, shelves, cupboards and wardrobes with my girly goodies. I put black satin sheets on the bed, installed a computer, a holographic video player and set up a digital video camera. I put in a huge dressing table complete with lighted mirror, wig stands, makeup case and jewellery box. When I had the bedroom and ensuite set up exactly as I wanted, I installed a phone line and intercom system to the front door and then put a huge deadlock on the bedroom door. My plan was that while I was in this room, which I called ‘Michele’s Playroom’, I would be Michele and play whatever girly games took my fancy. The intercom and phone systems would give me some time to transform back into Michael in the event of an unannounced visit from either of the other two men with whom I shared planet earth.

I knew it would be risky; being dressed up as a woman with the only other men in the world (that I knew existed anyway) living close by; but I figured I had reduced the risk as much as I could. If I had to live in a world without the comfort of contact with women; then I would enjoy as much time as I could pretending to be one. I am not gay but I have been crossdressing all my life since my early teens. I must admit to having fantasies of being with men whilst I am dressed as Michele but I have never acted on them other than masturbation. All of my sexual encounters have been with women and I have enjoyed every one of them. But there are no longer any women in the world; my sex life will consist of fantasy, pornography and masturbation. There is no way I could even conceive of revealing my transvestite lifestyle to Jeff or Steve.

One evening when I decided I had done all I could to ensure that I could enjoy my solitary transvestite fun without getting caught out, I went about making the changes I needed to transform from Michael to Michele. I entered Michele’s Playroom and carefully locked the door.

I had already begun to allow my nails to grow long; not long enough to be too noticeable, but long enough to be feminine when filed and painted. I took a long bath and after soaking for an hour I carefully shaved my legs, feet, arms, hands, under-arms, chest and stomach. I had trimmed my pubic hair right down to stubble before I entered the bath and I now shaved my pubis to a nice shape and then carefully shaved my scrotum.

I have only a small thatch of hair in the small of my back, which I shaved with the razor to the best of my ability. I got out of the bath and dried myself and then applied hair-removing cream to the remaining stubble in the small of my back and over and in between my buttocks, paying particular attention to the area around my anus. I shaved my face carefully, twice, so that there was no rasping when I ran my hands over my chin, cheeks and neck. Finally I trimmed my eyebrows and shaped them as best I could so that they would not look too feminine when I was dressed in drab as Michael.

I showered to rinse off the hair remover and remaining suds, towelled off and then slipping into a satin bath robe I sat before my dressing table ready to begin my first transformation from Michael to Michele in over one hundred and fifty years. Although it was over a century in real time, to me it seemed like only a few months since I had dressed as a woman because the stasis condition induced by the cryogenic chamber made it seem just like being asleep for one night. But as any committed transvestite or crossdresser knows, a few months without dressing felt like an eternity.

My usual ritual began; I looked at the amassed cosmetics, wigs and womanly accoutrements laid out before me, sighed with bliss and began to work on my makeup. First I applied a liberal amount of foundation, a slightly shade darker than my natural skin tone. Next I brushed a coating of face powder all over my face to set the foundation. I reached out and took a sip from the glass of the red wine I had poured prior to entering the Playroom; a nice Australian Shiraz, vintage 2125. I then went to work on my eyes.

I like to do my eyeliner next so that if I get it wrong I can clean it off and start over; if I apply the liner after I have my eyeshadow right, I get annoyed. I applied a thick line of black eyeliner to my upper and lower eyelids and then painted my eyelids with a blend of light blue and pink eyeshadow. I covered my eyelids and brushed it up to the top of my eye sockets. I brushed lashings of mascara on to my upper and lower eyelashes, allowing the mascara to set between coats whilst I sipped the Shiraz. No need to rush after all its not as if I’m going out or meeting anyone!

Having finished with my eyes and happy with the results I rouged my cheeks and then applied two generous coats of liquid lipstick. Perfect! I was happy with the results; my face was heavily but carefully madeup; a sort of middle aged slut look that I liked. I applied a final light coating of face powder to give my face a lovely glow. I took my time applying two coats of plum red nail polish to my finger and toenails; gulping red wine between coats and refilling my glass. I selected a raven black bob wig that just brushed the nape of my neck, the fringe falling across my eyebrows. I loved the result!

I rummaged in the jewelbox and put two silver necklaces around my neck and matching bangles on both wrists. I clipped silver drop earings to my ears and laid out an anklet for later, after I had put on my stockings. I was now getting a little aroused and a droplet of clear seminal fluid dripped from the eye of my penis. Now for the best part of dressing; slipping into my lingerie!

I shimmied into a black satin garter belt and slid fully-fashioned taupe stockings on my legs. I smoothed the sleek nylons taught, straitening the seams and pulling the reinforced tops up to the tops of my thighs and attached the garter straps. Then I slid into a pair of pink nylon boy-leg panties, pushing my penis between my legs. I clipped the silver anklet around my right ankle being careful not to ladder my stocking.

I was so happy that despite the passage of time, sexy lingerie had not changed, right up until their extinction women had still craved sensuous slinky underwear. Next I slipped into a black satin push-up bra; I stuffed the latex breastforms I had taken from a sex shop into the cups and adjusted them to look as natural as possible. I eased a white satin full-slip over my head and let it fall, shivering with pleasure as the diaphanous material slithered down my body, especially when the hem ran down my stocking legs creating sparks of delight at the feel of the satin against the lycra and nylon hosiery.

I slipped into a navy blue rayon mini skirt and pulled it up and secured it at the waist and then pulled on long-sleeved white nylon blouse and tucked it into the waistband of my skirt. I had my usual struggle with buttons because they are on the ‘wrong side’. After collecting a pair of patent leather black high-heeled pumps I sat on the bed and slipped them on my nylon encased feet. I stood and looked in the full-length mirror.

"Beautiful Michele," I whispered and kissed my reflection.

My cock started to thicken, trapped in my nylon panties and I couldn’t help but slide my hand under my skirt and run the tips of my red fingernails over my panty clad silken cock. I closed my eyes and imagined it was a handsome man doing this naughty act. What I didn’t realise was that I actually did have a handsome man in my house!

When I opened my eyes a minute later I had the biggest shock of my life; right in front of my face was a huge throbbing penis! I looked up in surprise and there was Jeff smiling down at me, his hard cock sticking out of the fly of his jeans.

"Well don’t just look at it; swallow it you fucking queer!" he snarled and pushed his cock against my face.

Jeff rubbed his cock all over my face; laughing as he humiliated me.

I was stunned; how had he got in here? Why was he doing this? What could I do to stop him?

"Jeff; please, don’t do this. I won’t tell anyone ok?"

"You have to leave," I begged.

"Leave? Won’t tell anyone? What do you fucking think is happening here you stupid cunt!" he snarled.

"The world has ended; there are no women left. But there is this fucked up bloke who lives next door who likes to dress like a woman. He even calls himself Michele! So now by default you Michael, by changing yourself into Michele, have become the last woman in the world!"

"And now Michele is going to suck my dick or I’m going to punch her in the face," he hissed and pushed his engorged penis against my red lipsticked lips.

"Now open up bitch!" he warned and pulled my head into his groin.

Jeff’s cock filled my mouth and I started to gag. Jeff then held my head commenced raping my face. He thrust his pulsing, penis in and out of my mouth grunting as he fucked my face. I was stunned and had no way to react other that to sit there and let him commit this unspeakable act. My head was spinning trying to figure out how Jeff had hid in my room. How did he know I was a Transvestite? What could I do; it’s not like I could call the police is it?

It was strange feeling a cock in my mouth for the first time. It was not unpleasant; in fact in a way Jeff was forcing me to live out my fantasy. My lips clamped around his turgid penis and my tongue slid along his shaft; it was like I knew instinctively how to fellate a man. Jeff pushed my face back until just my lips circled his plum coloured knob; then pulled me forward against him as he thrust forward, forcing his turgid meat into my mouth. As a reflex I flicked my tongue along his shaft and glans and began to sense his enjoyment. Now he increased his attack on my virgin mouth and I tasted more and more of his pre-seminal fluid. He was groaning and panting.

"Yeah fucking whore! You like this don’t you! Take my cock bitch!" he growled.

He slammed forward hard and pushed my face into his groin and held it with two hands at the back of my head. His penis throbbed and erupted in my mouth and I felt the hot salty taste of his seed as it exploded from his glans. I started to gag and tried to force myself free as his semen flooded my mouth and slid down my throat.

"Take it bitch, take it!" Jeff howled in his orgasm.

"OH Yeah baby, on your face yes! On your face!"

Jeff pulled my face out his groin and held it close to his crotch with one hand; with the other he rubbed his still ejaculating penis all over my face. His ejaculate shot across my cheeks and landed on my eyelashes, a string of hot semen running across my face. Another spurt shot against my lips and up my nose. I felt stream after stream of semen scald my face and start to run down my neck. The thick gobbets of milky come smeared my cheeks, nose and lips. Looking out my eyes I could hardly see because of the ropes of hot come across my eyelids and lashes.

Jeff's orgasm started to subside and he continued to rub his cock all over my face. He smeared his spend all over me, it combined with my lipstick and makeup to make a hot sticky film that covered my face. Jeff stepped back and looked down at me, sitting on the bed, may face covered in come. Gobbets of semen glistened on my navy blue skirt and soaked into my taupe nylon stockings because some of Jeff’s fluids had run off my face.

Jeff smiled down evilly at me and began to unbuckle his belt.

"You’re not too fucking bad a cock sucker for a bloke Michele," he sniggered pushing his jeans down and unbuttoning his shirt.

"Now let’s see how the last woman left on the planet knows how to fuck?"

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To be continued…………………………………………….

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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) 

Please give me some comments. This is just Part One and this is my first writing effort. dafunks@yahoo.com