2 comments/ 6701 views/ 2 favorites An Escape By: Arabela Carla stared out her classroom window on her planning period immobile to be productive, wishing she could be anywhere else. The politics of school were getting to be unbelievable and her patience for it is less and less every day. The tasks at hand were just too mundane after 20 years. Soon she would exercise with friends and go home to whining, fighting or silent moping. She felt guilty about wanting to escape so much as her family was generally supportive and loving but Carla had decided 25 years of marriage and doing the same job simply demanded something "new". She wished she could visit with her friend Caitlin from down the hall. This year had been so empty since she lost her courageous battle with Cancer. Carla gained so much positive energy from her friend's generous spirit. Lately she found herself alone in her room, listening to the same CD over and over trying to get some energy to move on with her responsibilities…she glanced at the clock and her break was over, she ran to get the kids…and was now on autopilot, losing her personal thoughts to perform her job. Carla returned from her hot, sweaty bus duty forced to retrieve Michael's phone number from her personal journal. She was trying to let go of this connection…high school was a long time ago…it was never going to be what she wanted… but at this moment in time, it was a perfect escape.... she made the call. Carla drove fast through the winding mountains of NY. She had to get out of the city, fast. She was drowning in routine. Her long black curls flew in the wind. The energy from not running that morning was flowing through her veins. "Oh shit!" she said when the gas light went on. She had forgotten to get gas and now it was late and she was 'nowhere'. Just as Carla was about to panic she saw a small cottage and a closed gas station. She pulled in and felt relieved when she saw a light on. Carla gave an apprehensive knock at the door and couldn't believe the rustled but gorgeous man who came to the door. His sparkling green eyes and blond curls complemented his buff and tan body. "Hi, can I get it filled up?" she asked, and pointed at her car. "I'm sorry, Miss. But I'm only using my grandparents' cottage, I don't know how to operate the machinery. They closed it down before they went on vacation" the blond man answered. "Shit" Carla hissed under her breath, starting to panic. "Is it completely empty?" "Yes!" Carla almost shrieked, really panicking now. "Calm down Miss. You can crash here for tonight, and tomorrow we can take my car down the road to the nearest open gas station" he suggested, and Carla eyed him carefully, not really knowing if is was a good idea. Seeing her doubts, he continued "It beats the hell out of sleeping in a cold car. Name's Eric by the way." The connection was immediate. They loved ice cream, the beach, running, art, reading and California. Eric was a social worker trying to make a difference. He was also on an "escape" weekend to clear his head from the stresses of his job. Many women had crossed his path, but he told her of some idealistic view he had of "a wife", so he never married. After much wine and some great pot, Carla welcomed his first deep kiss as they began to dance slowly. The anticipation was killing her. This was just what the doctor ordered and she felt glad about running out of gas. He ran his large hands over her small breasts. They were so sensitive, she breathed deep and tried to stay calm. Eric was glad to see she was so responsive and moved forward, glad that his evening had made this unusual turn. He continued his exploration of this beautiful body, soft and sensuous, neck, back, shoulders, stomach, ass, legs, all so tender and hot--dying to boil over. Carla could wait no longer-- she reached into Eric's pants and rubbed his cock very gently at first and he too was anxious with anticipation. She lowered herself down and his pants off she began to rub and suck, soft, then forceful. Eric was breathing heavy, and whispered, "Carla, you are so sexy, so hot, your touch drives me crazy." "Oooh, aaah," Carla moans in reply as she gets deeper into his pleasure. Eric moved Carla so he can enter her very hot, wet softness. He pushed his long finger up and back and searched for the magic spot--Carla looked like someone who would appreciate this. "Eric you are unbelievable, I am being sucked into my pleasure…into another world." His fingers moved rhythmically and she was lost to some physical sensations she only read about--she was moaning and caressing him and losing herself. She gathered her attention and mounted Eric to take him for a wild ride--she was ready, he was ready, they moved together slowly, cock in and out, brushing against every spot inside her. Then harder and harder til they caught the beat of the old Stones music they were listening to. The song went on and she was gone, taking in the bliss that had brought her away. Eric called her name as he, too was taken, into the moment. An Escape Into A New Life I needed to get out of the city for a while. I had been in my job for a couple of years without a holiday. It was about time I had some me time. So without any real plan of where I was going I jumped in the car and drove west. I decided that sticking to the highways was boring so I took various roads to be out in the countryside and just breath in the fresh air. Everything was going fine. I had even left my phone at home so nobody could contact me. Just me and the car going where the road takes me. It was starting to get late when I thought I better try and find somewhere to stay the night. There had not been a sign pointing toward a town for some time. Mostly there was just land with various animals on it. Finally I saw a road pointing toward a house on a hill and I decided I would knock on the door and ask for some advice. The guy who opened the door was obviously a bikie from the way he was dressed, not to mention the beard and tattoos. I was a little nervous when I spoke asking for directions. He laughed at me when I explained what I was doing out there. "you have at least 2 hours drive to the nearest town from here – our closest neighbours are ¾ of an hour drive. There is a fog setting in now too, so driving is not a good idea." "oh" was about all I could say. I mean what can you say in that situation. "Don't worry we'll look after you here." Said the bikie. With that he held out his hand and introduced himself as Bob. I told him my name was Don. With that he showed me into the house. There was music going and plenty of voices coming from the next room which he led me into. He did not seem like a very chatty guy. When I looked into the room I was a little scared. There were ten more guys who all looked like Bob. They were all a bit older than me. I am 30 and an average looking guy. You know the kind – slim build, clean shaven, dark neat hair and brown eyes. The kind of guy you see wearing a suit and tie in the city every day. The guys laughed as Bob told them my story and that he had said they would look after me. A big guy with red hair who introduced himself as Steve started firing questions at me. But he wasn't giving me time to answer. He had come to the inclusion that I didn't look like I needed a holiday but rather a blood good fucking. I didn't know what to say – my mouth was just hanging open. The other men were all laughing. I tried to laugh it off also – but there was something in Steve's eyes which said that he was serious and the others new it too. I scanned the room again looking to see if there would be any support for me from someone else. It was then that I noticed it was not 10 guys but in fact 2 of them were women. It was easy to mistake them at first, as they too had some tattoos and long hair and they dressed similarly. Steve saw me eyeing the women "don't think you are going to get too lucky with those two lesbians." Great my only hope was gone. I was starting to panic. I tried to make an excuse to get something from my car, but Bob would have nothing of it. Bob said "We have a policy here that when the sun goes down, the fire place goes on and this place really heats up. Nobody is allowed to wear any clothes." What sort of place had I walked into here and how was I going to survive the night? One of the guys struck a match to start the fire while another handed me shot of tequila and made me drink. After three shots I was feeling a little light headed. I don't drink that often and when I do it's mostly just a glass of wine with a meal. So this had gone to my head right away. I noticed one of the guys stand up and ring a bell which was greeted by cheers from everyone. "time to get your gear off" said Steve. These guys wasted no time – within seconds they were all naked – even the women. I was trying to take in all this naked flesh. The guys were all big and quite muscular. The women had pretty good figures also – and they too were quite strong looking. Most of them had plenty of tattoos over the bodies and a few extra piercings. I had no choice but to start stripping myself. My small frame and pale white complexion was going to stand out here. I had no piercing or tattoos to hide behind either. They all looked me up and down as I slid off my underwear. Two of the guys sitting in the corner started licking their licks and moaning. One of the girls muttered something about having to clean me up and then next thing I knew Bob and Steve were holding me down on top of the table in the middle of the room. The two girls who had disappeared for a moment came back with grins on their face. They both had shaving kits and immediately started work removing all the hair from my chest. Then they started work on pubes. Before long I was as hair free as the day I was born. Luckily they did not remove what was on my head. I felt so naked. But all those eyes looking at me was also making me horny. I could hardly believe it myself when my seven inch cut cock started to react. There were plenty of cheers as they too noticed it grow. Steve quipped "see I was right he does want a good fucking – but I think we need to make him earn it first." With that, two of the guys pushed me down on to the floor so I was on my knees. "You ever sucked a cock before?" said Steve. I shook my head. "Well I think you are going to enjoy this." With that one of the guys placed his cock in front of my face. He started slapping it across my mouth as I looked at him. Suddenly he did not look all that scary but more playful and in want of sexual release. I could not believe what I was doing when I opened my mouth and let him push his cock inside. I could taste his sweat – kind of musky but sweet as he pushed his 7 inches in. I closed my lips around it and sucked hard as he held my head. Before long he was starting to moan as the others all cheered him on. This seemed to make him hornier as I felt his cock really growing hard in my mouth. I felt it start to pulse and then without warning the first lot of jism hit the back of my throat. He pulled his cock out now and covered my face as he released the rest of his load. I savoured the taste of the first load of cum I had ever taken. It was hard to describe the taste, but I knew it was making me hornier. In fact everyone else knew as they watched my cock stiffen again. Bob stood over me now. "I see how horny you are – and that makes all of us horny. But there is one thing which makes all of us even hornier – it's watching a new recruit get it on with our lesbian members." Before I had time to work out what he had in mind, I was forced onto all fours. One woman (Sue) slid underneath me. Then I could see the other woman (Bea) walking toward us – she had a strap on cock on. There was no time for me to react as Sue pushed my head into her pussy. "Let's see if you are as good as Bea." I began to lick her clit – tease it with me tongue. Knowing I was being watched was making me hornier still. I had also never licked a woman who was completely clean shaven down there – let alone a Lesbian. I was enjoying her taste as my tongue pushed inside her. She started to moan "ohhh damn you are good". Just as I was starting to get into a rhythm I felt something on my ass. It was ky being rubbed into me. The men were cheering as I felt Bea push the tip of her strap on into my virgin ass. Sue held my head even tighter to her pussy as I felt the strap on push deep inside my ass. I let out a moan which at the same time worked to stiffen my tongue on Sue's clit. She let out a yelp as her first orgasm hit her. Bea was quickening the pace. My cock had not been touched yet and I knew I was about to explode. As the second orgasm hit Sue I felt Bea slam the cock deep in me and hold it in there. It was all I could handle and my load emptied onto the floor. The guys were cheering louder than ever. Sue moved out from underneath me as I felt Bea pull out of my ass. It felt like something was missing. Two other guys dragged me to my feet now and led me into one of the bedrooms. There was a single bed there with a bedpost that had handcuffs hanging from them. They strapped me in so my hands were above my head. I was on my back with a room full of naked me. The girls had stayed behind obviously now entertaining each other. Bob grabbed my legs and held them over his shoulders. "Now you are really going to lose your virginity." With that he pushed his 8 inches into me. It slid in easily as the strap on had loosed me up and there was still plenty of ky keeping me wet. His cock felt so much larger than the strap on. But it did not hurt that much as I had already been opened up. "Boys how about a cum bath as he loses his virginity." Said Bob. His cock was slamming into me hard as I noticed Steve grab a video camera and start filming. I was enjoying it too much to care. Then the 6 other guys stood on either side of the bed and started to pull their own cocks. Now I knew what a cum bath was going to entail. Bob's pace picked up as he started to moan and groan about how tight my ass is and how he is enjoying fucking me. It did not take long for the first sprays of cum from one of the guys to hit me. By this time Bob's pace was furious and his balls were hitting my ass with each thrust. He wanted to cum badly. He screamed "ready" as the last three guys started to cum all over me. Bob then started to fill my ass with his juices. I was covered inside and out with cum. Steve was cheering from behind the camera as he zoomed in for a closeup. I was out of breath as was everyone else. I lay there unable to move – still handcuffed. Steve yelled from behind the camera "tell us how much you loved being our slut and how much you needed that fucking. Tell me how you want it all night long." I was quick to respond in the positive to everything as the guys cheered loudly. With that two of the guys stood over me with their cocks pointing to my mouth. I sucked on each one – even tried to get them both in my mouth at once. One of the cocks was uncut – I had never seen one up close before. I was having fun playing with the foreskin and sucking it back and forth. The other guy decided he could not wait for my mouth to return to him so he undid the handcuffs and forced me on all fours. I still had the one cock in my mouth as he pushed into my ass. For the next 2 hours I had each one of those guys enter me. I also sucked most of them too. One of the guys even let me fuck him to release some of my own juices. I knew now what I was going to do for the next 2 weeks. I was so glad I had taken a drive off the beaten track – my life was going to be different from now on. I also had the tape to make sure I remembered my holiday and my first time with a guy. An Escape to Love My name is Sally and at the time of my story I was 19 years old. I had married at eighteen and regretted it soon after. The trouble with my husband was that he thought he was a good lover. He wasn't. He was good at the romantic bits of foreplay, bunches of flowers, chocolates, kissing and caressing. Unfortunately for me - or any other woman for that matter - was the fact that he would usually come in thirty seconds flat! And he was a one-shot man. It was because he was good at the build up and was blessed with a big stiff cock that the final let-down was so bad. I ended up in tears many times in the first few months of our marriage, tears of frustration. To make matters worse, Tom was a bit of a control freak. For instance when I started having driving lessons, he told me I was wasting my time and money since he would never allow me to drive our car and we couldn't afford two cars. And although my parents had strongly approved of him as a potential husband before we married, he seemed to turn against my family as soon as the confetti had blown away. He made any sort of excuse not to visit and put up barriers against me going to see them on my own. When my brother, Paul, and my sister, Sarah, did drive over to see me he was very offhand with them too. I grew more and more frustrated and unhappy but I had no one to unburden my troubles on. We lived in an apartment block near the middle of town. It was very convenient but old fashioned. For instance, there was a washroom in the basement, with washing machines and dryers, all coin operated. There was also a coffee machine. I used the washroom every Tuesday morning, mainly because it was busy on Mondays and Tuesday was the quietest day of the week there. There was often one other user on Tuesday, a black man with greying sideburns who I took to be nearly forty, although I learned later that he was thirty-two. We often sat chatting and drinking the machine coffee whilst watching the dryers slowly revolving with our clothes in them. I began to look forward to Tuesday mornings. Nathan, that was his name, was articulate and spoke with a northern accent. He told me his parents had worked in the car industry but had moved back when the far eastern manufacturers reduced sales of the home product and many workers got laid off. "Nowadays they've got robots that can do the work of twenty men, and do it perfectly every time. It's the only way our people can compete but it is sad for those whose livelihoods are ruined," he said. He was well read, had a good job on a local newspaper and had been married at some stage but it had finished two years back. He never went into much detail about that sort of thing, any more than I did. He liked to talk about politics and the state of the economy when I let him! But he could chat just as easily on lighter things, such as fashions and food. I loved chatting to him but sometimes I just sat and listened. I found myself liking him quite a lot. I decided on a bit of teasing. One Tuesday I dressed in a short tight skirt and an off the shoulder tank top with my bra straps highly exposed. But it didn't appear to have any effect on Nathan. I tried other things, like a pair of skin tight pink cut-offs that showed the line of my panties very clearly and a see-through blouse with a red bra underneath. I decided teasing Nathan wasn't a worthwhile game! However, one day I had to pop out to the pharmacy before going down to the laundry room. I got there late and a bit out of breath. I had on a plain black skirt of modest length and a deep pink satin blouse that was ever so slightly small so it was stretched across my tits. Nathan looked pleased to see me. When we sat down, side by side, he put his arm around me and stroked my shoulder. It wasn't all that sexy or anything. He just seemed fascinated by the smooth material and let his fingers roam softly over my shoulder and upper arm. Perhaps, I thought, he might have a bit of a fetish. You know, perhaps he enjoyed stroking silk and satin, particularly if it covered a woman! I decided to test my theory. Next week I wore a blue skirt with a row of buttons up the front. I left the bottom two buttons undone and wore a pretty waist slip in white satin with a lace edge. I practised sitting down, crossing my legs and ensuring the skirt fell aside showing plenty of slip. When I tried this in the laundry room with Nathan, I could hear his sharp intake of breath as I exposed plenty of slip covered thigh. But he didn't touch! I was amazed at his self-control. When we had sorted our clothes out of the dryers,, I stood up to go. He stood up too. Then he gently took my face, cupped in his big hands and kissed me softly. Then he quickly turned and left. There was no Nathan in the laundry room the following Tuesday or the one after that. I wondered if something had happened to him. Then I almost bumped into him going into the apartment building. "Hi, Nathan," I called out, "I missed you at the laundry." "Yea, I had a lot of things to do," he replied rather lamely. "You're not avoiding me are you?" I queried. "Er.. well I thought you'd be offended. You know...the way I kissed you that time," he didn't look directly at me as he said it, "You could have got me into a lot of trouble over that." "Don't be silly, Nathan," I retorted, "We're not in the nineteenth century now. And it was my fault. I was teasing you. I didn't mean to upset you like this. I wanted to be friends." To reinforce my statement, I leaned forward and gave him a kiss. It was just a peck on his lips really, but it did the trick and he smiled at me again. It was like the sun coming out after a rainy day to see those gleaming white teeth of his. Next Tuesday, I felt very excited when I went down to the basement and Nathan was there again. In fact I was so excited I'd forgotten to bring enough change for the dryer. So Nathan let me use his. After the things were all dry, Nathan insisted on sorting everything out. I think he liked sorting through my panties and bras! I didn't begrudge him those little pleasures. The following week I dressed carefully in nice undies, blue button-up skirt and the deep pink blouse Nathan liked to stroke. I also wore sheer nylon stockings and a pretty garter belt. It all made me feel very, very naughty. I wasn't out to tease this time. Nathan bought me a coffee. We sat chatting like of old until the clothes were washed and we took them out to go into the dryer. I had enough change on me but I put my laundry into Nathan's dryer anyway. We grinned at each other as if we'd just exchanged a secret sign - we had! When the stuff was all nice and dry, we threw it into our baskets and I suggested we go up to Nathan's place to sort it all out. Once we were in his flat I took hold of Nathan's hand and placed it carefully over my breast. "I've been longing for this. Are you ready for it?" he asked, eyebrows raised. I smiled and nodded. Suddenly I was in his arms, his hands were roving all over my back and bottom. I managed to get a finger between us to unclip the waistband of my skirt, which slowly slid to the floor. Nathan's hands could now roam over the satin covered cheeks of my ass and up under my blouse as he kissed me. He began to push his tongue between my lips and I responded by flicking my own tongue across his, exchanging saliva as we held each other tightly. He picked me up and carried me over onto the bed. His hands were up under my slip, pulling at my panties. There was a ripping sound that thrilled me. I had never had my panties ripped off before. What an exciting experience! He pulled my legs wide, kicking off his jeans as he climbed between them. His cock was sticking out stiffly, not quite as big as Tom's but thicker and harder. He felt my wetness, then positioned his cock so the head rested against the entrance to my cunt. Then he drove it smoothly into me. My wetness and his precum provided sufficient lubrication for me to feel little pain, just a stretching feeling because his cock was so thick compared to my husband's. Nathan wasted no time getting his rhythm going, thrusting into me with great pace and energy. I worked with him, enjoying every second of what seemed to be a mad frenzy of a fuck. Just as I began to experience a growing tingling prior to coming, Nathan cried, "I'm coming, Sally, I'm fucking you now." "Come on then Nathan, fuck me and shoot your cum in my cunt," I blurted out as my own orgasm took hold. I felt so good as his cum shot into me, load after load. I realised I hadn't taken my pill that morning, not deliberately but as some sort of subconscious, maybe Freudian, slip. I didn't mind taking the chance with Nathan. After all it normally takes a fair amount of fucking to conceive. Nathan rolled off me as his cock went limp. I propped myself up on one elbow and began to massage it back to size. "Can you give me a blow job, Sally?" Nathan asked. I had never done that for Tom. He had never asked me. But I had two boyfriends before I married and one of them had persuaded me to suck his cock. I had found it a messy business. He had come in my mouth without asking me first and his cum tasted awful. I had spat it out into a paper handkerchief and swore never to repeat the experience. I took a deep breath. I wondered if Nathan's cum would taste any better. There was only one way to find out. "I'll give it a go," I replied as cheerfully as I could. I leaned over, stuck my tongue out and licked the tip of Nathan's cock. It felt soft and sticky but the taste wasn't that bad. I took the whole of the head into my mouth and began working it, slurping over it and tickling the end with my tongue. I was amazed at how fast Nathan's cock grew back to size. I felt a rush of adrenaline as I realised the immense power a woman can have over a man's sexuality. I sucked harder until Nathan exclaimed, "Sally, I'm coming." I took his cock out long enough to reply, "Come in my mouth, Nathan, I want a good taste of your fucking cum." With that he shot his load into my mouth and I tried to swallow it all. The first couple of shots, I managed to get down, but the third, I gagged on. His cock came out and my face and neck took the brunt. I was very pleased to find I rather liked the taste of his cum It wasn't bad at all. In fact, I thought, I could get seriously addicted to Nathan's cum! I wanted more fucking and so did he. I managed to get the rest of my clothes off, stretched out between his legs and gave him all I could as far as cock sucking can go. When I got it up to reasonable size, I climbed over him and lowered myself onto his cock, fucking him boldly. It didn't take long for him to come a third time, but I still managed to have four or five orgasms before he did. Our next fuck took a little while but I continued my string of orgasms almost as if all my bottled up sexuality had been let out at once. Time was running out and I hated the thought of going back, even though it was only two floors away. "You have to make a clean break of it. Come here and live with me and be my bitch" Nathan told me. His words were like music to my ears. I wanted nothing in the world as much as to live with him. Just imagine being fucked like that nearly every night! I went up, packed a couple of bags with my clothes and wrote a note for Tom. I never actually saw my husband again. A few weeks later, I had divorce papers served on me. By that time I was happily pregnant with Nathan's baby, the first of four. After the second, Nathan asked me to marry him. He was usually a happily confident sort of guy, but he mumbled his offer in a very un-Nathan-like manner. After I had accepted, I asked him why he had been so hesitant and why he had waited so long! He replied that he wasn't sure of me and thought I might turn him down. I was astonished, I pointed out I was living with him and had two children for him. He told me that he had known white girls live with black boy friends for ages before splitting up. Only about one in four ever get married. "Fucking black men is okay, but marrying them is definitely off," he said. "Well, not after two kids it isn't," I replied. I was married to Nathan the following month; my father actually came and gave me away, my sister Sarah, was bridesmaid and my mother and brother came too. I was so happy for all of their support. Nathan's younger brother Tyrone was best man. I saw some glances between Tyrone and Sarah. Later at our small reception, they danced closely together and laughed a lot. But that's another story.