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AdventureLand
by Sue
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
A few years ago, my sister invited me to join her family for a trip to
Orlando and the Disney World complex. They live in Chicago, and I hardly ever
get a chance to see them. So I said yes, despite my preference for traveling
to more exotic and adventurous destinations. Judy's kids are 5 and 8 years
old, so I knew that it would be fun to watch them enjoy the wonderland of
children's pleasures. Her husband Jake and I don't normally get along too
well -- I guess he thinks I'm too much of free spirit (I am that, am I not?),
or maybe he disapproves of my continuing unmarried status. And to be honest,
I'm not that enamored with his all-business lifestyle, and sometimes I could
strangle him when he goes on and on about the Magnificent Rush Limbaugh!! So
it was with mixed feelings that the trip was begun. I'm glad to report that I
did figure out how to have a good time.
Because of bad weather in Boston, I got into Orlando Airport five hours late,
and didn't get to the hotel until after midnight. Of course, Judy's family
was already tucked in and deep asleep, ready to get an early start the next
day. So I slipped a note under the door of their room, explaining my lateness
and suggesting that they go on ahead in the morning. I'd try to meet them at
Cinderella's Castle at noon time. I wanted to be well rested, in hopes that
it would help fortify my patience with the kids and Jake. I put out the "Do
Not Disturb" sign and flopped down on the luxurious queen-size bed.
I slept like the proverbial log, and when I awoke, I was amazed to see the
time; it was already 11:00 AM. I quickly showered and threw on a simple
tee-shirt dress and sandals, and dashed down to the front desk. I had just
missed the shuttle bus, and had to wait 20 minutes for the next one. I could
see the monorail pull out of the station from the Disney parking lot, costing
me another ten minutes. By the time I entered the Magic Kingdom and ran up
Main Street, I was worried that I would miss them completely. I was already
45 minutes late, and with her kids made hyperactive by all the excitement, it
would probably be impossible to get them to sit still to wait for ol' Aunt
Sue. I could just hear Jake muttering about my irresponsibility and lack of
respect. I ran up the path and into the heart of the Castle, surrounded by
the mosaic of fairy-tale characters. Searching frantically, I finally went
through the back of the tunnel. Amidst the crowd, I thought I saw Jake and
Judy, but when I tried to catch up with them, they had disappeared. There was
no way of knowing where they were off to, so after trying to think of a
solution, I decided to just enjoy the day on my own.
And I surprised myself. I had no idea how much fun this place was going to
be. Splash Mountain was a heart-stopping thrill, and the Haunted House was
really eerie. I even got Donald Duck and Captain Hook to sign my shirt.
behind their big plastic masks, it was hard to tell if they were enjoying the
idea of pressing their pens into the white fabric and my pliant flesh
beneath. Looking down at their signatures, I also noticed how apparent my
nipples were, poking out through the thin fabric, unfettered by a bra. It was
a turn-on for me to think of the many hundreds of strangers who could view my
body so completely, for the dress hardly disguised anything. Checking my
hips, I could even see the color and raised outline of my black thong
panties. In the line for Thunder Mountain, the man behind me kept pushing up
against my backside, all the while chattering away with his whiny kids. I
pushed my ass back into his groin a couple of times, and the second occasion
was rewarded by the feel of his noticeably erect cock trapped in his tight
pants. Hopefully his wife would be ready for some sex later that evening, for
I had certainly gotten the ball rolling.
One of the rides that I had heard about so many times from my eager nieces
was Pirates of the Caribbean. It was already getting dark, so I headed over
to Adventureland and had a quick dinner at an outdoor restaurant. When I
walked over to the Pirates ride, I was surprised to see that there was no
line. I walked into the building, and was greeted by a young man who informed
me that the park was about to shut down for the night, and that the ride has
just closed down. It was only 7:00! I had no idea that Disney closed so
early. He informed me that Epcot and Pleasure Island were open much later. He
was even brash enough to ask if he could escort me to Pleasure Island for
some late-night fun at the night-clubs. I politely declined, explaining that
I had to catch up with my family.
Then I noticed that people were still coming out of the exit for the Pirates
ride. I sidled up close to him and begged him to let me take the ride. It
wouldn't hurt anyone if he bent the rules a little. I was a little ashamed of
myself for being so manipulative of this young and impressionable guy. But it
was fun to flirt with him, and a challenge to see if I could get my way. His
eyes flashed back and forth from my face to my chest, where he became more
brazen about ogling my hard nipples. I even asked him if he would like to
take the ride with me, but he said that he could get fired for that.
Eventually, he relented to my pleas and the effects of my feminine charms,
and after glancing around to see if anyone was watching, he lifted the rope
and let me in. Following me down through the dark passageways that led to the
ride, we eventually got to the dock. Before I hopped into a boat, I turned to
him and drew him into my arms, giving him a sizzling French kiss that shocked
him. When I stepped away, he was standing there in a dreamy daze, and
remained that way as I jumped into a boat and took off into the bowels of the
cavernous ride.
Of course, my flirting not only had an effect on the ride attendant; I too
was feeling a twinge of adventurous sexuality. When the boat floated into the
first scene of ships firing their cannons at each other, I immediately fell
under the spell of the realistic extravaganza. The sights and sounds and
smells were so believable and palpable. At the same time, some part of me
remained curious about the way the Disney people created this illusion of
reality. I found myself frustrated with being a passive participant in this
ride, for my natural instinct in almost all cases is to be more involved. I
wanted to "be" a pirate, I wanted to fight with swords and plunder the
villages. Being planted in this seat, on a planned trip through a
computer-controlled experience, just wasn't my style.
Suddenly, I realized that I wasn't a captive to the ride. I was alone in the
building, with no one watching my behavior. Without any hesitation or
forethought, I jumped to my feet, leapt from the gunwale of the boat and onto
the floor of the vignette, ready to experience the adventure first hand. It
was only as I watched my boat drift away into a tunnel that I had a moment of
second-thoughts. Just as fast, I put those fears aside, and surveyed the
tableau surrounding me. On both sides of the "river" pirates were pillaging a
quaint village. The townspeople's protests were resulting in the execution of
someone who looked like the fat old mayor. Two men were engaged in a sword
fight, while a woman cowered on the ground next to them. Fire appeared at the
ground-floor window of one of the rustic buildings, and the sharp reports of
sporadic gunfire filled the air, as did the smell of acrid smoke.
Of course, all of this was really more like a still photograph, with just
enough limited movement by the characters to barely simulate reality. The
motions were brief and repetitive, and when I got nearer to the people, the
magnificent illusion was at least partially broken. Their faces were less
convincing from close-up, and I could even hear the humming motors hidden
under their disguises. Of course, these were all carefully programmed robots
(I've since heard it called "animatronics"), but I was still impressed with
the attention to detail and the timing. I made a conscious decision to play
along with the fabricated drama. For a few moments, I would play a role in
this fantasy, taking the identity of a wanton temptress. After all, I'd tried
out for this part only minutes ago when I flirted shamelessly with the ride
attendant.
That buccaneer over there carrying the sack of grain over his shoulder looked
kind of brawny and cute, I thought, so I walked up to him and tickled his
flanks, hoping that he would drop the heavy bag. This didn't get any reaction
from him, so I pressed my entire body up against the front of his torso,
reaching around to caress his back. His legs were pumping up and down as he
walked, and one knee slipped between my legs. I thrust my groin forwards and
felt his thigh push into my pubic mound, covered only by the two thin layers
of fabric. I hadn't realized that I was already moist there until I felt that
blunt pressure squash my cunt lips around. I let my hands drop down onto his
ass cheeks. What a man -- he had the much sought-after "buns of steel!" But
when I reached around into his crotch, I was disappointed to discover that he
was a eunuch. This was not the man for me.
Looking around, I saw the scene of the Mayor about to be executed by a
brutish-looking man who was perhaps the Captain of the pirates. He had a
snarling expression on his face, and his wooden-handled pistol was pointed at
the chest of the befuddled gentleman cowering against the wall. His arms were
outstretched and wavering, with the palms open in a futile effort to defend
himself. He deserved a treat, sort of a final wish before his death, so I
left the grain-thief and walked up to the Mayor. By standing right in front
of him, I protected him from the pirates nasty threats and bullets, and I
also found that his hands were right at the level of my breasts. I leaned
forwards, and his palms cupped my soft flesh perfectly, his fingers clenching
rhythmically, kneading insistently. I pull up my dress all the way, so that
his hard hands could touch my warm skin directly. My nipples were pinched
between his fingers. The pirate could only stare at my backside, with the tee
shape of my thong revealing my cheeks and hiding only my asshole and cunt
from his prying eyes. I teased him by shaking my ass at him, and marveled at
his self-restraint at not attacking my saucy target. But he remained where he
was, preferring to watch me rub my breasts into the Mayor's hands. One of my
own hands slipped down my belly, and pushed the crotch of my panties deep
into the slippery folds of my cunt. I'm sure the pirate could see the rounded
mound of my cunt, split apart like an overripe nectarine by my probing
finger. When I finally pulled away from the Mayor, I stood between him and
the pirate, then reached under my short dress and pulled off my panties.
Standing beside the pirate I wiped my wet finger across his lips and hung the
skimpy piece of black nylon on the barrel of his gun. "Too bad you are more
interested in your pistol than your sword!" I told him, then leapt away
before he changed his mind. The brooding, silent types are the most dangerous
when aroused. I could only hope that I had distracted him long enough for
both the Mayor and I to escape.
How else could I fool around with these actors who could only perform again
and again, for me alone? Looking around, I saw a peasant lying on the ground,
suffering from some injury inflicted by the pirate that was running away from
him. His whole body was writhing and heaving, his hands clutched over his
waist, and his jaws were working open and closed as he emitted a moaning
sound. I have always had a lurid imagination, and immediately, I could see
how I might take advantage of his dilemma. I approached his recumbent body,
then put one foot on either side of his head so that I was facing his feet. I
patiently and deliberately bent my knees, squatting lower and lower. My white
cotton dress draped around his head, and eventually, my naked cunt touched
his face. I leaned forwards so that I could support myself with my hands on
his bucking thighs, and then positioned myself carefully so that his long,
bony nose slipped right up between my greasy labia, and his pistoning jaws
touched my clitoris. That was so deliciously perfect. Despite his painful
wound, this man knew what I wanted, what I had been working up to all day as
I started by teasing the man in the line at Thunder Mountain. Now I had the
direct and persistent contact that my cunt needed so much. My body arched and
I tipped my head back, twisting it so that my long blond hair whipped about.
As I did this my hands drew up from his thighs and onto his hips. I found
that I had an irresistible temptation to check out his crotch, although I
knew that he too would be a castrated robot. What a surprise I had when my
hands discovered a hard lump instead of sexless smoothness. It was big and
long and extended straight up toward his navel. Even through the coarse
material of his peasant's costume, I could feel the heat. I was so into my
role-playing that I just put aside my questions about this robot's
construction, and simply took advantage of the situation. Perhaps it was the
noisy chaos that surrounded me that help maintain my suspension of disbelief.
I quickly unbuttoned his pants and yanked them down off his bucking hips. His
boxer shorts went next, and then I let my head drop down into his lap,
holding his ass with my hands as my eager mouth enveloped the fat head of his
rigid cock.
The salty taste and pungent odor assaulted my senses and intensified my
unbound fervor. I opened my jaws wide and consumed the smooth shaft of stony
flesh all the way in, mashing my lips into his wiry pubic hair and washing my
tongue over the underside of his cock. The fingers of one of my hands
insinuated themselves between his thighs, which were bound together by his
bunched-up clothes. I pulled his balls free from that trap, and lightly
tickled him around the base of his scrotum, which seemed to bring forth even
more of the humping and writhing that had originally been caused by his
mortal injuries. My breasts were pressed hard into his hands, still clasped
over his stomach injury, and I teased my hard nipples over his knuckles. I
rocked my soaking-wet clitoris back and forth on his munching mandible, while
his nose slid in and out of the entrance of my vagina with the same tempo as
his cock entered my sucking mouth.
I have no idea how long we kept this up, for time-keeping was lost in the
turbulence within and around me. But gradually, the rising tide of my orgasm
crept up the dikes defending my libido, eventually surging over the tops of
the embankments and flooding into every nook and cranny of my quivering body.
I snapped my cunt down hard onto his face, bruising my tender flesh in a
compulsive and convulsive climax that peaked, and then slowly slipped back
into the subsiding river.
Suddenly, the peasant's hands became unfrozen, pulling away from my gasping
chest, then slipping out from under my tummy, and onto my ass cheeks under
the dress. He pushed me forwards off his face, which helped me realize that
he might have had trouble breathing with my squishy cunt plastered onto his
face. I ended up on my hands and knees, and he took the opportunity to slide
his body out from under me, forcing my hands and lips to release his
throbbing cock. Now he got up on his own knees behind me, positioning his
cock right at the aperture of my vagina. I awaited his inevitable thrust
forwards, but it did not come. For the first time since I saw him, he was now
rock-steady, a petrified sculpture. So I took the initiative again, and
pushed back with my hands, pressing my cunt back onto the solid tube of meat.
At first, the wide, flat head resisted my attack, but then, with a popping
sound that I could hear over the cacophony of the continuing battle, I
swallowed up the head, and with a single thrust backwards, impaled myself
completely on his hot sword. Once again I enjoyed the feeling of his brushy
pubic hair, this time impressed on a different set of wet lips.
Now it was my turn to test his determination, for I too could play dead. With
his cock fully embedded, I remained still, only allowing my internal vaginal
muscles to tighten and churn. I knew that he couldn't remain passive for too
long. After a few minutes of my subtle, invisible massage, his fingers began
to dig into my hips harder, matching the tempo of my clenching cunt. Without
warning, he finally broke under the strain, and jerked his cock out until the
fat head almost broke free, then he plunged it back in vigorously, almost
throwing me off balance onto my face. Of course, once his patience was gone,
he couldn't stop with just that singular thrust. It was followed by jab after
jab as he crammed his engorged cock in and out of me, captivated by an
animalistic lust that brought grunts of pleasure and effort from both of us.
I attempted to match his furious lunging with parries of my own, but I could
not keep up with him, so I resorted to bracing myself with my hands out over
my head and my knees spread wide. My breasts swung wildly, and my nipples
grazed lightly over the smooth, hard floorboards. Occasionally, his pounding
thrusts had so much enthusiasm that they lifted my knees off the ground and
skated me forwards, ever closer and closer to the flaming building. I could
feel the heat on my face from the flames, and the heat around and within me
from the pure, limitless lust that was kindled by our untamed ardor.
His pace had been accelerating throughout this time, 'til he reached a
jackhammer cadence. But just as suddenly, he slowed to a complete stop, and I
heard an unearthly howl rise from his throat as his orgasm smashed into his
consciousness. Once again, I took over an active role, softly riding my ass
up and down on his stationary cock. It was motionless, but not dormant, for I
could feel it twitching and spasming within my milking cunt. I reached under
me and lightly massaged his low-slung balls,and they immediately escaped my
grasp and pulled up high, as his howl turned into a hoarse, grunting rasp. A
series of jerking spasms shook his body, and I could feel the accompanying
jets of semen blast deep into me. My canal was irrigated with thick, slimy
fluids which leaked out and down onto my thighs, pooling on the floor beneath
our melded genitals..
Eventually, I collected my wits enough to realize that my knees were killing
me, especially now that the peasant had collapsed his weight onto my back. So
I heaved upwards and to the side, rolling him off of me so that he fell to
his back. His bandana had come off his head, and his makeup was smeared. Who
was this roguish lover? Even in my wildest imaginings, I would not accept
that a Disney robot could leave me sitting in a puddle of very tangible and
sticky secretions. I leaned close to be more sure, but I instantly recognized
who it was that had taken part in my "virtual reality" experience in Pirates
of the Caribbean. Only he had know that I would be in the building, and that
I hadn't exited when he thought I would. Only he could know how to insinuate
himself into the scene of the village being ravished by the buccaneers. Only
he would be responding to my sassy teasing that got me permission to take the
ride.
I was furious for a minute that he had taken advantage of my self-absorbed
involvement with the pirate show. But what did I really have to be mad about?
As he lay there with a sweet and drunken smile painted across his face
(painted also with the shiny dry secretions that I had left there), how could
I not forgive him. I leaned forwards and kissed him hard, tasting myself as I
slipped my tongue between his slack lips as I stared into his deep and
astonished eyes.
"Would you like to come back to the hotel with me to meet my sister and her
husband? I'm SURE they'll like you." I said mischievously.
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