Subject:     Disneyland Fun
Story Codes: MF oral F-solo exhib adultery
Diary Date:  June 28, 2009
Author:      Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>

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Summary
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I’d been to Disney World when I was a kid but this was my first time at 
this park and I’d grown up a lot since then as well.  This time my visit 
to the “Happiest Place On Earth” was a bit different – to say the least.

Note: You might want to first read “June 26,2009 Unconventional 
      Convention” and “June 27, 2009 Fun In and RV Park” as I have tried 
      not to be too repetitious in this entry about the events that took 
      place in the days prior to this one.

Table of Contents
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   Chapter 1 – Last Day in California
   Chapter 2 – Pirates and Bears
   Chapter 3 – The Parking Lot


Chapter 1 – Last Day in California
==================================

Actually, it was our last FULL day in California, the last day of the 
church convention I’d been blackmailed into attending.  Yes, I said 
blackmailed.  The ONLY reason I agreed to go along was because the new 
administrator of the school, where I wanted to teach in the fall, had 
insisted – make that demanded, that I come along.  There wasn’t much I 
could say as following Mr. Eisenberg’s demands was a requirement I’d 
reluctantly agreed to as part of a bargain we’d struck to restore me to 
my teaching position at the school.

Just a little background (the full details are elsewhere in my Diary)... 

Last fall I’d been forced to resign from my teaching position thanks to 
some nasty rumors spread by my now EX-boyfriend.  Fortunately (I guess it 
depends on your outlook), the school administrator had a bad heart attack 
and so a new one was hired to replace him.  My hopes were he would not 
know the details about my situation but as it turned out, the prior 
administrator must have given him some very private information about me.  
Unlike his predecessor, instead of refusing me a position, he used the 
information as leverage to satisfy his own “needs”.  End result – I was 
going to the convention whether I liked it or not.

Of all the potential things I had considered doing this summer, going to 
a national church convention was probably one of the LAST things I would 
have thought possible.  To my surprise, so far it was working out far 
better than I ever could have dreamed.  The only “problem” I’d faced was 
his wife, who had been quite the bitch towards me.  Indeed, from the 
first moment she laid eyes on me in the Pittsburgh airport and realized I 
wasn't some old maid from school (as she’d evidently been expecting), but 
rather a girl at least ten years younger than her, she was on my case.  
For the most part I just tried to ignore her and make the best of things.

As I said, despite Mrs. Eisneberg things had gone pretty well so far.  On 
the very first day of the convention I was fucked quickly by Mr. 
Eisenberg right before the opening session.  Then just a few hours later 
I gave a rally cute guy his first blowjob in the overhead of the 
convention center ballroom.  Before leaving the convention center for the 
day I got horny again and so I masturbated while being driven around town 
on a shuttle bus.  Not a bad way to spend the first day!

The next morning I was horny as hell with anticipation now that I 
realized this trip wasn't going to be so bad after all.  Even when his 
wife chastised me for the way I dressed for bed it didn't faze me.  With 
her in the RV it was hard to take care of my normal morning “needs” so I 
ended up having to masturbate in the park bathhouse before we spent the 
morning at the convention hall.  Despite my high expectations, this time 
the time spent in town was rather uneventful, leaving me a little 
disappointed.

When we got back to the RV park I was left on my own for the afternoon 
while the Eisenberg’s went off on a private hot tub adventure.  While 
trying out the beach area (calling it a “beach” is being kind to a sand 
pile by the lake) Lady Luck was with me as I was picked up by this  hunky 
guy who took me out waterskiing with two of his friends.

As it turned out, we didn't get much skiing done but I got fucked pretty 
well instead out on the lake by his friend and his friend’s younger 
brother.  That was just the start as when we returned and his friends had 
left, I got involved with my first incestual family other than my own.  
It was just the guy fucking his mom while I did his dad but still, it 
qualified as a first for me!

Given the crazy way the first couple of days had gone, you can imagine my 
expectations were pretty high for our last full day in California.  We 
would be catching an early flight the next morning so for all practical 
purposes this was the last day.  There was a large church service in the 
morning and then some sessions scheduled at the Convention Center for the 
afternoon.

As we discussed our plans for the next day, neither of the Eisenbergs 
seemed overly excited about attending any of the remaining convention 
activities.  To my surprise, it was his wife Kelly, (imagine the 
annoyance of having to spend an entire weekend with someone else having 
the same name as you) who came up with the idea of making a quick trip to 
Disneyland.  Apparently she’d never been to either of the Disney theme 
parks and with Anaheim only a half hour away or so, she seemed rather 
excited by the prospect of at least getting a glimpse of the place.

After the way she’d been treating me ever since we’d first met, it took 
me a little off-guard when she asked me if I wanted to tag along.  It 
sort of confused me.  Was she was maybe softening her view of me?  It 
could also have been just her exuberance over fulfilling some childhood 
dream that transformed her temporarily into a nicer person.  Whatever the 
reason, I wasn’t going to argue about it.  We had to be back in time to 
pick up their kids from the Kid’s Camp they’d been attending all weekend 
but that still left us most of the day.

Speaking of his wife, when Kelly and I first met I think she may have had 
some suspicions about me and her husband, but over the past few days it 
now seemed that maybe those concerns had faded somewhat.  While I knew 
she still considered me to be a slut (and in a good way), she seemed to 
accept me now so long as her husband was not involved.  All I could say 
was thank goodness she had no idea about my real “relationship” with him!

Oddly, more a few times Kelly had made off-hand comments about her own 
past and I couldn’t help but wonder if she hadn’t been the class slut 
herself back in her high school and maybe even college days.  She WAS 
hot, even if her fake boobs somewhat turned me off, and more than once I 
found myself marveling that Mr. Eisenberg was willing to risk everything 
with her just to fuck me.  Oh well, guys are never satisfied it seems.  
If I was more honest with myself I would have to admit that he was 
probably more turned on by the taboo of cheating with me than me being 
sexier than his own Kelly.

Were it not for the element of blackmail, I would be pretty excited about 
the prospect of him cheating with me again.  I also had to admit that the 
idea of being with HER crossed my mind more than a few times, especially 
when we would be changing clothes and I got a quick eyeful of her 
incredible figure.  Not bad, not bad at all for a mother of two young 
teenagers.  Unfortunately, any other ideas I might have for her were 
squashed when she’d made her feelings about sex with girls perfectly 
clear – she had NO interest whatsoever at best and viewed the practice as 
disgusting, perverted and even sinful.

Given my so-called “relationship” with Kelly.  when I woke up on Sunday 
morning I was a bit surprised to find the covers over me as usually I 
kick them off during the night.  Looking around, I saw Kelly watching me 
as she stood by the sink with an odd smile on her face.  Now this was 
interesting... My guess was that instead of waking me up and bitching 
about me exposing myself, as she had done yesterday morning, she had 
covered me instead.  Was that meant as a gesture of kindness, perhaps a 
small peace offering?  Or was she just making sure her husband didn't get 
a view of my bare ass after my nightshirt had ridden up while I was 
sleeping?

As I tried to clear my mind to contemplate all this, my thoughts were 
distracted by two intense feelings.  First, I had to pee BADLY plus I was 
horny as hell and needed to masturbate (well, being fucked would’ve been 
better but beggars can’t be choosers).  I don’t know if it was the water 
or the heat of the previous day that made me drink more than usual, but 
the last couple of mornings I’d wake and feel like my bladder was about 
to burst, not my usual number one priority in the morning (and I’m sure 
you can guess what THAT is),

Slipping out of bed and pulling down my nightshirt, I mumbled a good 
morning to Mrs. Eisenberg and made my way to the bathroom as there was no 
way I was going to make it to the bathhouse this morning.  The bathroom 
in the RV was like the rest of the RV - tiny and cramped, not at all like 
the one in the big RV where I’d had fun yesterday.  Making it worse was 
this horrible odor that must have been seeping up from the holding tank.  
It was enough to make me wrinkle my nose in disgust.  Small wonder I 
usually made the trek to the bathhouse when I felt the urge.  It may as 
well have been an outhouse – something else I avoid like the plague!

With THAT need taken care of, there was the matter of the other – me 
being horny.  It seems I’ve always been the most naturally horny first 
thing in the morning.  That may not seem so odd except that I wouldn’t 
otherwise classify myself as a “morning person”.  Indeed, I would rather 
stay up all hours and then sleep in until noon given the choice.

Perhaps a better way of describing it would be to say I wake up horny – 
regardless of whether it’s morning or not.  If I’m REALLY lucky, I have a 
naked guy lying next to me who wants to fuck me first thing but that’s 
definitely NOT the typical scenario so usually I just take care of 
myself.

People often ask me how often I masturbate to which I usually answer two 
to three times a day on average.  Mornings like today are pretty much a 
given and it’s not often I go to sleep without my hands making their way 
to my crotch.  In between, who knows?  It depends a lot on where I am and 
who I am with during the day.  Some days I may just do the morning thing 
but I almost never go a full day without masturbating at least once.  
Sitting here writing this, I can’t even remember the last time THAT 
happened.

Then there are those days when I may do it five or six times – or more, 
depending on how I feel that day and what’s been going on,.  Whether or 
not I have sex actually has little to do with how often I masturbate.  
The only impact having sex MAY have is more about whether I have the 
opportunity masturbate.  After all, there’s only so many hours in a day!  
To me, masturbation is something I truly enjoy, not a substitute for sex, 
so it’s not unusual for me to have sex and then masturbate immediately 
afterwards, especially if the guy isn’t into any snuggling afterwards and 
just falls asleep.

So anyway... even though there wasn’t much room and the atmosphere was 
toxic, there was no denying the urges I was feeling as my pussy was 
practically cramping with hunger – hunger for a dick that is.  I hadn’t 
heard Mr. Eisenberg get up yet so there was no need to rush back out and 
deal with Kelly – even if she WAS in a surprisingly good mood this 
morning.  As I heard her moving around outside making breakfast, I found 
myself thinking more about her. 

Mmmmmmm, she had looked really hot this morning in nothing more than a 
short T-shirt – VERY short at that.  It was more than was a little 
surprising to see her in such revealing attire as this was the same woman 
who recently criticized me for wearing nothing but a cotton nightshirt 
that came all the way down to my knees – a LOT further than hers did this 
morning.  Of course mine was so thin that my nipples poked through like 
it wasn’t there.  It also seemed to have a mind of its own with a 
tendency to ride up over my ass as I slept.  My tongue licked over my dry 
lips as I thought about how Mrs. Eisenberg’s t-shirt had barely covered 
her butt, doing a fine job of showing off her tanned legs.  It looked 
like she had been wearing panties but I wasn't sure.

Anyone who knows me wouldn’t be surprised that once my mind got into this 
mode, there was no stopping me.  Cupping my boobs over my nightshirt, I 
squeezed them while I fantasized about Kelly’s boobs.  They had pushed 
out against the undersized t-shirt she had on, stretching the material.  
OK, so they were way too big for her frame, at least in my opinion, but 
even so they looked pretty damn good under that t-shirt.

OK, so her boobs were nice but what REALLY grabbed my attention had been 
her legs.  Long and tan, I would have killed to have them - even now.  
Although I’d just gotten a quick glimpse, it was enough to see that she 
had a great ass to compliment her legs.  I wondered how she would’ve 
reacted had I put my hand under her t-shirt and caressed her butt as I 
passed by her this morning.  Of course in reality I knew what she done, 
probably slapped me and then said who knows what about me, but still I 
couldn’t help myself now as I fantasized more and more about being with 
her.

My fingers were moving faster on my swelling clit as I imagined Kelly 
putting her pretty face between my legs, the feel of her long dark hair 
against my inner thighs as she blew her warm breath softly against my wet 
pussy, then licking me gently with her outstretched tongue as she tasted 
her first pussy.  As I touched myself I imagined it was her fingers on 
me, her tongue licking me, her lips tugging on my clit as she drove me 
crazy with desire.

Morning horniness, hot wife, hopes for a fun day... Under the 
circumstances, it didn’t take long for me to cum, especially when my 
perverted fantasy began to include Mr. Eisenberg as I imagined him 
entering the RV, catching the two of us by surprise.  It wouldn't have 
mattered as by then Kelly and I would be in a 69 position on their bed.  
Neither of us would be willing to stop, not even for him.

As I came, my pussy was gushing with cum as I imagined her husband 
jerking off, stroking his erect dick as he watched his awesome wife and 
younger mistress playing together for the first time with who knows what 
debauchery to come later.

God, it felt SO good to masturbate, SO good to cum, just so DAMN good!  
My breathing was labored by the time I finally pulled my hand from my 
crotch, then tasting myself on my fingers as I struggled to catch my 
breath.  It was like I’d just come in from laying out in the sun, my 
entire body warm with the afterglow of my orgasm.

When I finally stepped out of the bathroom, I saw Kelly looking at me.  
Actually it was more like staring at me with this odd expression on her 
face.

“Are you feeling better now?” she asked, an interesting grin barely 
noticeable on her face.  

I hesitated, not sure as to how to answer her.  Was this sort of trick 
question?  Was she referring to feeling better as in after brushing my 
teeth and getting cleaned up in the morning?  Maybe it was a vague 
reference to the feeling of relief at emptying my bladder in the morning?  
Then again, I wondered if she knew what I’d REALLY been doing in there 
for so long.  Yet even if that was the case, I was 100% positive that she 
would have had no idea WHO I’d been thinking about as I did myself.  Then 
I wondered how often she masturbated?  As hot as she was and as sexually 
active as she hinted at being when she was younger, it would’ve surprised 
me a lot more if she didn’t spend a lot of time with her hand between her 
legs... those incredible legs!

Sorry to go off on a tangent but I have one point I need to make at this 
point.  Who was the male chauvinistic pig who came up with the ridiculous 
idea that men like to masturbate more than women?  I would strongly 
contend that women masturbate just as much, if not more, than most men.  
OK, so maybe women don't openly discuss it as much or make crude 
references to it the way men do about jerking off, but that doesn’t mean 
we don't do it just as much or don't enjoy it just as much as men.

One of the great things about being a women is that I can masturbate just 
about anywhere, anytime.  Sure, not as well as I can in my bed laying 
back naked with my legs spread; but by simply crossing my legs in church 
the right way, pressing up against a table leg during dinner at a 
restaurant, or even just wearing a really tight pair of jeans I can 
easily stimulate myself.  Of course, it also helps that girls don’t have 
to contend with an obvious erection like men do when they’re horny.  
Personally, I think a lot of women masturbate more than men do, we just 
don't advertise it.

So anyway, rather than respond to Kelly’s query, I chose to sort of side-
step the question and just smiled, leaving it up to her how to interpret 
it.  Kelly looked at me, frowned, and shook her head saying, “You really 
are something... aren’t you.”  It was a statement, not a question, and I 
was actually a bit surprised at HOW she said it to me  Until this morning 
she’d been so mean to me, condemning me for everything I did throughout 
the trip and yet now it was like she was almost accepting of me for who I 
am.  Well, my nagging doubts were confirmed as it turned out I was being 
lulled into a false sense of hope by the bitch.

“So tell me Kelly, when did you start fucking my husband?” she said, 
casually as if asking me the time of day.

There was no accusing tone, no hint of jealousy or condemnation.  Yet 
somehow I couldn't help but feel that I was being drawn into her web, for 
what purpose I had yet to figure out.

“Well, isn’t that the REAL reason why he invited you with us – to fuck 
you?” she continued as I stood there speechless.

Then I realized that my lack of response could be interpreted as an 
admission that I WAS fucking her husband so I knew I had to say SOMETHING 
– and quickly.

Taking a deep breath as discreetly as possible, I replied, “Mrs. 
Eisenberg, I know you don't think a lot of me, for whatever reason I have 
no idea, but that would be adultery.  Your husband is a wonderful 
Christian man and I’m a Christian as well so I really don't understand 
how you can accuse us of such a horrible thing.”

She just rolled her eyes at me, not buying it for a second.  “Noooooo, I 
didn’t ask you about HIM, I asked when YOU started fucking him.  Don't 
give me that look... I see the way he looks at you – and you look at him.  
And let’s stop pretending you’re some innocent naďve girl here – I can 
see you for what you are.  I told you before that I was a lot like you 
when I was your age so don't think you can fool me.”

My thoughts raced and I knew I had to offer SOMETHING as she just wasn't 
going to believe me if I tried to maintain this story.  I wasn’t about to 
admit to having sex with her husband, but there were lesser “crimes” that 
I cold confess to and hopefully satisfy her inquisition.  

“He doesn’t fuck me...OK?” I started out and she immediately rolled her 
eyes and huffed but I continued anyway saying, “I'll admit that I’ve 
teased him and showed off a little bit but it was just during my job 
interview with him.  You can’t blame a girl for doing what she has to do 
to get a job these days, can you?”

“Actually I CAN blame you,” she cut me off, frowning at me, “So just how 
far did this so-called ‘interview’ go?”

Looking back to the other end of the RV, I wondered if her husband was 
listening but all I could make out was the sound of his snoring.  Looking 
back at her, I tried to pretend I was contrite and nervous.

“Well, did you flash him, did he touch you, did you give him a BJ... 
c’mon, what was it?” she pushed me for a response.

“He never touched me,” I said, hoping that would be enough but of course 
it wasn't.

“Yeah right... but the question is more like did you touch him?”

As I shook my head I couldn't help but marvel at how easy it was to lie 
to her.  “No... neither of us touched the other.”

“So what the hell happened then?  Don't try to tell me nothing – I know 
better than that.”

I looked down, avoiding eye contact with her as if I was embarrassed.  In 
reality, I was feeling horny as hell telling her all this, even if it WAS 
a complete fabrication.

“I... I masturbated for him.”

She shook her head again.  “OK, and how many times did you do it?”

“Just during the second interview is all... he asked me how badly I 
wanted the job and so I let him watch me.”

“Sounds like something the bastard would pull,” she muttered, her face a 
perfect image of disgust.  “So did you enjoy putting on your little show 
for my husband?  I bet you did..  you look like the type who would get 
off from that sort of thing.”

It was all I could do to keep from grinning as I thought about how she 
would react if she knew just how much I’d enjoyed everything he’d done to 
me, not to mention a couple of days ago!  Then again, what was with this 
comments about me looking like “the type who would”?

“Yes I did... I liked the way he looked at me,” I confessed softly, 
trying desperately not to sound like I was bragging.

“And did my husband jerk off while he watched you playing with yourself?”

“Yes, of course he did,” I replied meekly, knowing she would never have 
believed me if I’d said anything else.

She sat there for a moment as if digesting everything she’d just been 
told.  In some ways she actually didn't look all that upset, as if this 
was just confirmation of what she already knew and come to grips with 
earlier.  It made me wonder if he had done something like this before 
with another woman.

“The horny bastard... doesn’t really surprise me though,” she muttered, 
“so what about after that?  Did he fuck you?”

“No... we haven’t done anything since that one time,” I lied straight to 
her face

“Was that your choice or his?” she fired back.

Again I pretended to be embarrassed, even a little contrite as I 
responded, “Well, it was his actually, I wanted him to but he wouldn't do 
me... I’m really sorry.”

Mrs. Eisneberg looked at me closely, like she was trying to determine 
what species of insect I was.

“Well, at least I have to give the bastard credit for THAT,” she 
murmured, “I suppose you enjoy seducing married men.  Does it get you 
off, boost your ego?”  She paused, gathering in my expressions before 
saying anything more.  “No,,, don’t say anything, I know how you feel... 
just as I also know now how it feels to be the betrayed wife in this sort 
of situation.”

There are times when saying nothing is the best course of action and I 
knew this was definitely one of them.  The tension in the air was 
electric but then she seemed to back off as she contemplated some more.

“OK, I guess I’m sorry that I accused you of anything or implied it,” she 
suddenly said, her entire demeanor changing suddenly, “You can’t blame 
me, considering the way you dress and act around him.”

“Oh it’s not just for him... I dress and act that way all the time,” I 
blurted out, trying to help lower the DEFCON level a little more but 
quickly realizing it was NOT the right thing to say.

“Yes, I’m sure you do... I’m sure you do,” she said softly, shaking her 
head slowly.

Then to my complete surprise she looked at me and actually reached 
forward to take my hand before adding, “Kelly... someday you’ll be 
married and your husband will be tempted by a young slut half your age.  
Trust me, it WILL happen... and you’ll react just as I have.  I hope 
you’ll take this as I mean it - don't make the mistakes I did when I was 
your age and fuck the guy.  It’s not worth it in the end.”

Now what in the world was THAT about?  I looked at her, wondering if she 
was going to elaborate but that was the end of whatever it was that was 
going on between us.  It was like a hypnotist snapping her fingers and 
suddenly we were back to normal again.  Mrs. Eisenberg returned to making 
breakfast, saying not another word to me as if nothing had happened at 
all.  Wow, it was a little surreal to say the least.

Mr. Eisneberg woke up not much later and they decided to take the RV 
instead of the car to Disneyland.  I guess it was suppose to be a cost-
cutting move as they figured they could save some money on meals if they 
ate in the RV instead of in the park.  Personally, I thought the few 
extra bucks for food would have been better than having to unhook 
everything in order to get the gas-guzzler RV on the road; but they were 
paying so who was I to say anything.  Without further incident, we soon 
were on the highway, bound for the Magic Kingdom.


Chapter 2 – Pirates and Bears
=============================

The last time I was at a Disney theme park I wasn’t quite yet a teenager 
and then it was to Disney World in Orlando.  This was to be my first time 
at the original Disneyland and really, can ANYONE not be a little excited 
about going there?  Unfortunately my first impression was one of 
surprise, even a bit of a let-down.  It was in the middle of a city!  I 
guess back when it was created Anaheim was more isolated but now you 
drove through the city and just turn into Disneyland.  Not quite the 
“you’re entering another world” feeling you get in Florida.

With the RV, we were directed to a special parking lot with bigger 
parking spots.  Then it was into the park for what I hoped would be a day 
of fun.  Overall, it WAS a nice day and it might have been more so had 
their daughters been with us to provide some of that younger excitement, 
but they weren’t due to return from their camp until evening so it was 
just the three of us.  

Anyone seeing our trio would’ve thought we were just a typical family.  
Most people probably figured I was a sister or a niece or something like 
that as the Eisenberg’s didn’t look nearly old enough to have a 24 year-
old daughter.  Looking around I realized that I was dressed about the 
same as most of the girls were – shorts and a tank top.  I’d decided to 
wear sneakers even though many people, including Mrs. Eisenberg, wore 
flip-flops or sandals but I knew we’d be doing a LOT of walking and I 
wanted to be able to still be able to feel my feet at the end of the day!

Before going any further, I need to say something to those reading this 
and expecting to hear all about how I fucked half the staff and who knows 
who else.  Let me say this now and get it over with – I did NOT fuck Mr. 
Eisenberg in the park.  In fact, I did NOT have sex with anyone else 
either.  For that matter, I did NOT even give a single blowjob!  Now 
how’s THAT for shocking news?

In case you’re wondering why, it wasn’t any altruistic motives on my part 
but rather more the result of Mrs. Eisenberg acting as my personal shadow 
for most of the day.  She may have claimed to believe me with regards to 
her husband, but she wasn't taking any chances either.

On the plus side, it wasn't a totally platonic day either.  One nice 
thing about many Disney rides is you typically sit in some sort of 
vehicle or boat or whatever and watch the exhibits as they go by.  
Because many of the rides relied on visual effects, there are lots of 
times when the rooms would be dark or dimly lit – perfect for a little 
groping!  Rides like the Pirates of the Caribbean and shows like the 
Country Bear Jamboree were among the best opportunities we took advantage 
of during the morning.

In some ways it was like going back to my high school days again when 
boys would try to feel me up whenever they thought nobody could see.  
Movie theaters were a favorite spot for the “wandering hands” and many a 
movie I spent with my blouse half undone or a hand on my thigh trying to 
reach up under my skirt.

So it was with Mr. Eisenberg who took advantage of literally every 
opportunity to touch and grope me.  The moment the lights would go out or 
he thought nobody could see us, his hand was instantly on me, touching 
the inner thighs of my legs, feeling my boobs, rubbing my ass, even 
rubbing my crotch through my shorts.  The only thing that prevented him 
from doing it more often was when his wife made sure she sat between the 
two of us.  It was a little funny in a way, watching the two of them 
battle it out, neither of them wanting to admit what they were really 
doing as they jockeyed to see who would sit next to me.  I would say it 
was about a 50-50 split by the time the day was over.

Before we’d arrived I’d hoped that there would be some opportunity to get 
fucked, or at LEAST give a BJ, while in the park, if for no other reason 
than to be able to brag about it later.  Alas, it was incredibly crowded!  
Put that together with the ball and chain around my ankle (in the form of 
Mrs. Eisenberg), and I resigned myself early on that it was just going to 
be one of those days.  Still, it wasn’t a COMPLETE loss as I can’t tell 
you how many other fathers, husbands and sons stared at me during the 
day.  Although I tried to act as if I didn't notice, I did my best to 
give them whatever view I could without actually doing anything that 
would get me tossed from the theme park.  Just innocent flirting but it 
was still fun, especially when the wife or mother caught on to what they 
were doing!


Chapter 3 – The Parking Lot
===========================

Earlier I had said that Mr. Eisenberg didn’t fuck me IN the park... OK, 
technically I was telling the truth, but maybe not the complete story.

True to their cost-reduction plans, we all went back to the RV to eat 
lunch.  It seemed silly to me to spend all the time traversing back and 
forth, and then have to wait for the air-conditioning to cool the hot 
interior after baking in the California sun all morning.  Still, I 
couldn't complain since they were paying for all my expense today.  On 
the way back in, I asked if they cared that I look around on my own, 
maybe to do some shopping or whatever.

Mrs. Eisenberg looked at me and I could have sworn a sly grin started to 
form on her face.  Was she thinking that maybe I was hoping to get laid 
or something?  Sure, I would have loved that as well but the truth was 
just as I had told her.  Then again, should I just happen to run into 
some cute hunk... or girl... I wasn’t going to turn anything down, that 
was for sure.  Was she encouraging me?  Maybe a little reverse psychology 
in hopes that if I got laid by someone else I would leave her husband 
alone?

Actually, I DID want to buy a few things for my dad and a few close 
friends back home so I headed for Main Street to shop.  About an hour 
later, after my dad’s credit card had sustained some serious damage, my 
cell phone buzzed to tell me somebody had texted me.  As I searched for 
my phone in my purse, I figured it had to be Kristi or Beth – who else 
would be texting me using this phone number?  To my surprise, it wasn’t 
either one of them or anyone else from back in Pittsburgh – it was from 
Mr. Eisenberg!

“RV – ten minutes.”

That’s all it said.  Odds were he had to sneak off somewhere just to send 
that much given the way his wife had been keeping such close tabs on him 
all day.  Probably was in the men’s room.  Now what was this all about?

When I approached the RV, I saw it was running and I could hear the air- 
conditioning unit rumbling on top.  Somebody was already here, that much 
was obvious.  For a brief moment I panicked.  What if it was his wife, 
setting me up with the intention of accusing me of coming out here to 
fuck her husband.  Of course she would’ve been correct, but that doesn’t 
mean she had to know it!  From what I was starting to see in her, she 
seemed plenty devious enough to pull off such a stunt and so for a brief 
moment I seriously considered going back to the park before I got myself 
in hot water with her.  I turned around, hesitated, and then turned back 
to the RV again.  No, I just couldn't see her doing such a thing so it 
HAD to be him.

The door was unlocked (which was good since I’d left my keys inside) and 
so I entered as the cool interior air flowed out the open door.  At first 
I didn't see anyone but then I caught a movement out of the corner of my 
eye towards the back and realized someone was on the bed.  Without the 
lights on and the window curtains being pulled, it was too dark at first 
for me to make out who it was this far way.  Well, there was only one 
person who it had BETTER be!

“Mr. Eisneberg?” I called back to the shadowy figure.  No response.  OK, 
NOW what was going on?  My eyes began to adjust to the dim light and I 
could see him better now

“Well it’s about time you made it.  Now get those clothes, get up here 
and suck my dick you little bitch!” he suddenly demanded.  Huh?  Not even 
a “hello”?  What was with the “bitch” comment?

“Dammit, don't just stand there like an idiot... I said to strip!” he 
demanded in an even more forceful tone.

Well, it’s not like I hadn’t intended to get naked sooner or later.  As I 
quickly undressed in compliance with his commands, my mind was racing.  I 
had NOT counted on being TOLD to do this– and especially not in such a 
forceful manner.

Once I was naked, I got up on the bed where Mr. Eisenberg was laying on 
his back, also naked with his dick already nice and hard.  In fact, he 
was so stiff that it actually curved back such that it was now parallel 
to his stomach, the head staring him straight in the face as he stroked 
it slowly with his right hand.

“What the hell are you waiting for?  Suck my dick!” he growled, as if he 
was mad at me about something and was seeking retribution by “forcing” me 
to suck his cock.

Of course, there was no reluctance on my part when it came to sucking his 
cock, just a nagging curiosity as to WHY he was behaving this way towards 
me.  Was this some sort of fantasy, maybe a role play for him?  If so, it 
would’ve been nice to have forewarned me.

With my eyes fixed on his dick, I laid on my side in a sort of fetal 
position alongside his outstretched hairy legs, leaning over his stomach 
and bending my head down to take his erect dick in my mouth.  He 
immediately put his hand on the top of my head, pushing it down onto his 
dick, driving his cock into my mouth and against the back of my throat.

“There... that’s better... much better,” he groaned as my mouth and 
tongue went to work on him.  “So you’ve been talking to my wife, eh?  
Telling her about us?”

So THAT’S what this was all about!  Horrified, I started to lift my head 
off his dick to try and explain but he grabbed me hair and drove my face 
back into his crotch again.

“Don’t take your mouth off of me dammit... you’ve nothing to say, I know 
everything you told her,” he said in a disturbing voice, “She told me all 
about it after lunch... everything.”

Then he paused for effect and added, “You can’t be so stupid as to think 
a guy’s wife won’t say anything when you tell her something like that?  
How could you be so stupid to tell her that?  Crap, how could you tell 
her we masturbated together?  You’re nothing but a stupid bitch!”

Feeling a ;little bit worried now, I wanted to explain myself, to tell 
him I had no choice, that she knew SOMETHING was up between us so I gave 
her just enough to feel it was true without revealing everything.  
Unfortunately, he didn't seem to be in the mood for a logical discussion.

“That’s it... suck my dick you little whore.  You’ll do anything to keep 
that job, I know it.  Even whore yourself out to me... isn’t that what 
you’re doing?”

Well of course it was and he knew it well enough that he didn't need me 
to explain anything.  Indeed, this was more like a lecture than a 
questioning.  He knew all the answers already, or at least he thought he 
knew them.  Either way, he wasn't going to listen to my side of anything 
in his current frame of mind, that was for sure.

“Enough of that... get on your hands and knees you stupid cunt,” he said 
suddenly as he got up from being on his back.  I complied with his 
demands, figuring he wanted to fuck me from behind as he seemed to enjoy 
that position the most.

“Now I’m going to show you what happens to naughty little girls that run 
off to a guy’s wife and spill everything,” he said.

Now THAT wasn’t really fair of him.  After all, I HAD acted in his best 
interest by telling his wife enough to satisfy her curiosity but not so 
much as to confirm her suspicions of adultery.  I was about to protest 
when I felt his hands split my butt cheeks apart and then he started 
rubbing my pussy, putting his fingers in me to wet them so he could 
lubricate the rest of me.  I felt his finger slide upwards toward my 
asshole and then, without warning, he plunged one of them into my 
asshole!  Imagine my surprise when out of the blue he had his finger 
buried in my ass – NOT something I would ever had wanted him to do to me, 
not ever.

“No!” I started to protest, “Not my asshole!”

He was a lot stronger than me but I still almost managed to pull away 
from his finger before he had his other arm around my waist, pulling me 
back into position.

“You’re a naughty girl... a dirty girl... and dirty girls have to pay for 
being so bad,” he droned on as he fingered my ass.

I felt a cool wetness and then his finger slid more easily into me as he 
must have poured some lotion or oil on my ass to make it easier to get 
his finger in me.  The lube also made it easier for something other than 
his finger to fit in my asshole...

Mr. Eisneberg pulled his dirty finger out of me and I felt him 
repositioning himself as if he was finished but it was far from over so 
far as my ass was concerned.

“Mmmmmmm, I’ve been wanting to do this since I first saw you,” he 
murmured as I felt the mushroomed cock head of his dick at the opening of 
my asshole.

“Please... no!” I pleaded with him.  This was NOT what I’d signed up for 
when I told him he could fuck me if he gave me the job.

“Shut up and tell me you want it in your ass,” he demanded, and then went 
silent to see what I would say.

When I didn’t respond quickly enough, he slapped my bare bottom – hard, 
and then he demanded yet again, “Tell me... I want you to bed for it in 
your ass.”

If I protested it would probably only get even worse for me so I accepted 
the inevitable.

“Yes Mr. Eisenberg, I want you to do it.  I want your dick in my ass, 
fuck my asshole - PLEASE!”

Of all the lies I’d told today, that one would be pretty tough to beat.  
It was about the LAST place I wanted his dick!  I don’t understand it, 
not at all.  I have a mouth that LOVES to suck cock and, if I may say so, 
does a pretty good job of it.  Then there’s my pussy, which also loves to 
feel a dick inside of it.  It’s wet and warm and can grip a dick pretty 
hard and make him cum.

So why would any man want to shove his nice clean dick up where I poop 
from?  It’s not so much I don't like being fucked in my ass.  Although 
it’s not my favorite I can imagine much worse things to do for a man.  
For me it’s just the mental image of what normally comes out of there 
that just makes me grossed out.  Even when a man DOES fuck me in the ass, 
or even if he just licks my asshole, I will refuse to kiss him or allow 
his mouth anywhere on me until he is scrubbed all nice and clean again.

Well, I missed my calling as an actress as Mr. Eisenberg bought 
everything I said - hook, line, and sinker as they say.  I closed my eyes 
and tried not to grimace a I prepared for him to fuck my asshole.  For 
better or worse, I didn't have to wait long as the end of his cock was 
soon pushing against my resisting asshole.

“God damn, your fucking tighter than I expected!” he groaned as he pushed 
hard against my ass but couldn't seem to get his dick to penetrate me 
back there.

I remember thinking that it shouldn’t have surprised him given my 
preferences for anything BUT an ass fucking!.

With one great push that practically knocked me to the bed, he rammed his 
dick into my ass, giving me this most peculiar feeling.  Not the sexy, 
fulfilling feeling I get when my pussy is first filled by a dick.  Oh my 
God, I thought I was going to be sick at first from the sudden pain of 
practically being ripped in half!  Then when he pulled out at first I 
felt incredibly embarrassed as it felt like I was pooping but then I 
realized it was something else leaving my ass, creating a similar 
sensation.

This wasn't the first time I’d been fucked in my ass so it wasn't like I 
had never felt these things before, but it HAD been a long time and so it 
may as well have been the first time all over again.  My ass certainly 
wasn't use to this, that was for sure!  Thank god he had dumped a ton of 
oil on his dick and over my asshole.  It made it easier for both of us 
actually and I suppose it had to feel better for him to be able to slide 
his cock more easily into whatever hole he was using on my body.  I had 
to give him credit for one thing, he a beach towel under us, something I 
hadn’t really thought about at first but now I realized that without it 
he would have had a hard time explaining all the oil on the bedding!

I feel forward onto my elbows from the force of him slamming into my ass, 
which actually worked out for the better as it caused my ass to angle up 
at him at a more natural angle for him to fit into me.  I’m sure it also 
gave him a better view although for the life of me why anyone gets off 
looking at my asshole is beyond me.

“Damn your ass is incredible,” he groaned as he slid his oil-covered dick 
in and out of me.  “You want me in your ass, don't you..  you fucking 
whore!  C’mon, tell me how much you want my dick in your ass.”

Hoping it might get him off faster if I did as he asked, I began to moan 
and buck under him, telling him over and over how I loved him fucking me, 
how much I loved him to be in my ass, and finally, the grand finale, I 
even faked a HUGE orgasm for him which he seemed to buy 100%.  Although 
all my acting efforts didn’t seem to get him to cum any faster, at least 
it seemed to distract him from any other kinky ideas he might be 
harboring.  

“Oh yeah, I’m gonna cum,, damn... almost there, where do you want it 
bitch?”

I knew the last place I wanted it, in my mouth.  One thing I had never 
done was to take a dick in my mouth after it had been in my ass or anyone 
else’s, at least until he showered again.  There was absolutely no way I 
was going to suck on his cock after fucking me in my asshole and I was a 
little scared he might demand it, wondering what he would do to me if I 
refused.  

“Cum in my ass,” I told him, figuring it was the least of all the evils.

My mouth was the last place I wanted it and even my pussy made me cringe 
from the thoughts of the bad hygiene involved.  God, last thing I wasted 
was some vaginal fungus from his cock being in my ass before then.  “Cum 
deep in my ass Mr. Eisneberg... PLEASE!” I pretended to beg.  All I knew 
was that I was thrilled that he was about to cum and finally bring this 
nightmare to a close.

“Fuck yeah, I’m cumming... oh yeah,” he groaned a I felt him jerking with 
each thrust even deeper into my sore ass with each load of cum.

Other than the force of his thrusts I couldn't feel anything so I had to 
take his word for it that he was cumming in my ass.  Well, why would he 
fib anyways?

He pulled almost out of me for the last couple of loads.  Obviously he 
had been watching too many “cream-pie” videos and wanted to see his cum 
leak from my asshole.  Oh well, why not?

“Oh yeah, not THAT’S how it’s done,” he mumbled to himself, all but 
patting himself on the back for what he had done to me.

Mr. Eisenberg pushed my ass cheeks apart and watched as I felt the last 
bit of his cum dribbling down from out of my ass.  I could only hope he 
would ask me to eat it!  Thankfully, he didn’t.  Probably because the 
thought never entered his mind than anything else like being considerate 
of my feelings.

Like a typical guy, once he’d cum it was like someone had turned off his 
horny switch and he was all business.  I guess a positive way to look at 
the whole thing was that I never got that far along myself to feel 
frustrated from not having my needs satisfied.  Of course I was a bit sad 
that it hadn’t worked out the way it COULD have, but when you’re doing it 
for the reasons I was, you can’t always count on it going your way all 
the time.

“I’d better get back before she starts wondering what happened to me,” he 
explained.

I wondered what excuse he could have possibly concocted to leave her in 
the first place but he never volunteered the information.  “You’re 
suppose to meet us in an hour so maybe you should clean up a bit before 
coming back.  Don't want you running around with an oily ass staining 
your shorts you know!”

How considerate of him.  Like her really cared about ME.  No, I knew he 
was more worried about how his wife would wonder why I was so oily – and 
then look at her guilty husband for the answer.

Indeed, once he left I thought about a shower but first I just laid back 
in the bed.  My asshole felt like I’d been poked with a telephone pole 
and I wasn't looking forward to sitting down much for a while.  I felt 
horny but yet for some reason I couldn't bring myself to even masturbate 
– and THAT should say something all by itself as to how I felt after what 
Mr. Eisneberg had done to me.  Damn, when was the last time I ever said I 
did NOT want to masturbate???

Finally I got up and showered and dressed once again.  The heat hit me 
like a wall when I exited the RV, damn it was a lot hotter it seemed than 
not even that long ago when I had walked over here.  It was almost time 
to meet the Eisenbergs by the Town Hall so I hustled back and managed to 
get there a few minutes before they showed up.

“Have a good time this afternoon?” his wife asked me, winking at me.

It sort of surprised me – was she actually hinting that she was hoping 
I’d gotten a lid, or even just a BJ?  Talk about a Dr. Jeckle and Mr.  
Hyde personality!  I just grinned in response, my asshole feeling a 
little sore to remind me of the abuse it had taken not so long before.  
It was miracle I could walk with being bow- legged!

We had to get back and get ready for the evening service so it was an 
early earlier departure for us than most people.  I was shifting back and 
forth in my seat all the way back, trying to get comfortable.  God my ass 
hurt!  I was feeling a little pissed at Mr. Eisneberg for taking 
advantage of me like that.  I couldn't help but think that maybe next 
time I would just refuse to let him fuck me in the ass and then see what 
happens.

All the way back to the RV park, his wife sat across from me and I got 
the feeling she was dying to hear about what I had done when I was my own 
this afternoon.  Was she now using me as some sort of way for her to 
relive her younger years?  I wondered just what she had done back then.  
Other than a few vague hints, she pretty much kept it to herself.  For 
that matter, I wondered if her husband even knew everything she had done?

All I knew for sure was that it promised to be an interesting school year 
this fall!

THE END