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The following is based on true events with elements of erotica added. It is intended for adult audiences. Similarities to real individuals is coincidental. Names and likenesses have been changed. Please read at your own risk.
Episode 1: https://laycocklodge.blogspot.com/2024/09/arrival-at-rugged-laycock-lodge-episode.html
Episode 2: https://laycocklodge.blogspot.com/2024/09/episode-2-he-saw-my-penis.html
Episode 3: https://laycocklodge.blogspot.com/2024/09/episode-3-bonfire-and-beards.html
Episode 4: https://laycocklodge.blogspot.com/2024/09/episode-4-darkened-dong.html
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"Good morning," a jolly and somewhat large bus driver said as I climbed on. He was listening to some classic rock music and I kind of liked the vibe. "We will leave in a few minutes," he said.
"Fine with me," I replied. I was excited to be going to a place I had never been before. I had all these preconceived notions of what Forks would be like. I imagined a dreary but picturesque little town with ornate victorian homes and rolling hills. I pictured streets full of little shops selling Twilight memorabilia and lots of rain. It would be a dark place, with the feel of Nosferatu. Perhaps a big mansion would be the centerpiece of the town, and that would be where Edward lived.
My penis was still black, but I did not care. I was on an adventure, and it wasn't like anyone was going to see it anyway. After a couple moments a hippy-looking couple got on along with an older man with a pony tail. He sat up front. The couple had been speaking with him and said it was "good to meet him" and "hoped he had a good day." They sat in the very back of the bus. They looked like they had been traveling, and to be completely honest they did not smell too good. The man had a backpack and was thin, and the woman was even thinner, but had beautiful dreadlocks with all sorts of little doodads and tassels in them. Her face had all the marks of a rough life, but her eyes shined like diamonds. She smiled as I looked back at them and said hi. Her eyes were big bright Sapphire blue and his were olive green.
"Going to Forks?" the older man in front of me said.
"Yeah," I replied.
"First time?" he asked.
"Yes."
"Work at the lodge?"
"Yeah," I said.
"So does my wife," he said.
"Oh? That's interesting. What does she do?"
"She's a server," he said.
"Oh, I am too," I replied. "I don't know if I met her."
"Her name is Diamanta."
"Oh, I have not met her yet...but I work with her tomorrow," I said.
The bus set off. Immediately I noticed that it would not be the most comfortable ride. It started to bounce up and down right when the tires hit the highway. As it picked up speed, the bouncing got a lot worse. The sound of the doors and the lift for the wheelchair that was in the front banged loudly. Clang! Clang! Clang! It was quite an annoyance. I felt myself go airborne for a split second as the bus hit a small uneven part of the road. Ouch!
"Better buckle up!" the friendly man said.
The scenery out the window was quite gorgeous. It was the same huge pines and confiers that I had seen on my way to the lodge a week before, but here they opened up to the grand Pacific and it was awe-inspiring. Wide-eyed, I took in the view of the waves crashing against the rocks and wide open beach where families were combing for treasures from the early morning tides.
My heart was pumping fast now. I could not believe what I was seeing! How brazen! Right out in the open.
"Does it bother you? We can stop," the woman said to me.
"I... I don't mind," I said. I really didn't. We're all human and to be honest I was perhaps a bit jealous.
"Thank you," the man said, letting out a long moan. "Feels fabulous Aria, keep going."
"You can watch if you'd like," she said. I turned around for a moment, intrigued. I think I was more moved by how odd of a cock it was. It was now hard and stood facing up towards the ceiling. She was stroking it quickly and then leaned down to put it in her mouth. Her long tongue danced along the shaft before wrapping completely around it and reeling it all in as if was some kind of fish. I don't know how she fit that thing down her throat, but she did. It must have been close to a foot long. It was insane. She then let it slide out and let the tip of her tongue dance against the tip of his foreskin. At one point she let her tongue slide under the foreskin and pushed it as far as it could go.
"Oh Aria, that feels fan-fu*king-tastic!" he said, sinking low into the chair. The bus driver turned up Master of Puppets by Metallica and the bus moved quicker than before.
"Climb on top of me," he said. Aria took off her seatbelt and lifted her skirt, moving her panties to the side. Her vagina was a venerable forest of beautiful crimson red pubic hair. She let herself fall upon her boyfriend and straddled him. Again the bus driver looked back and another bump caused us all to jump. "Oh that felt good," the man said. He leaned back and closed his eyes.
"How long until Forks?" he called out to the driver.
"Forty minutes," the driver said, as if nothing was happening.
"Forty minutes baby. Enough time for me to please you a couple times over."
At this point his pants were wrapped around his ankles and he pulled his shirt over his head. He then kicked off his pants so that he was only wearing a pair of old sneakers. Aria continued to bounce on top of him as he pulled off her shirt. She was wearing nothing under it, and her grapefruit sized breasts hung, bouncing with the bus.
She looked at me from moment to moment, as if she was excited that someone was sitting so close and didn't seem to care. I could not believe what was transpiring right in front of me.
...And I don't think I was the only one. At that moment the bus pulled over to the side of the road and the driver stood up. He started walking to the back of the bus and the couple did not seen to wince or stop.
"Bus regulations say that if a couple is doing a lewd or lascivious act on a transit vehicle," the driver began, "then the driver is entitled to a round of pleasure. Transit rules." He then immediately started to undress as the bus sat there on the side of the highway. Cars and logging trucks passed by, oblivious to what was going on in this wheeled den of pleasure.
Within the course of a minute the bus driver was naked and rubbing his hands up and down Aria, who seemed to enjoy it. The boyfriend was also getting into it, twisting the drivers erect nipples.
"Do the transit rules really say you get to f*ck my girl?"
"I don't write the rules. I am just here to enforce them," the driver said as she climbed onto him. His willy was a good deal shorter (I want to say around five inches, although I did not measure) but was three times as thick. "I won't poke your cervix, but I'll fill you up," the driver said.
"Oh, that's hot," her boyfriend said as Aria started to bounce up and down furiously.
"I've always wanted to be in a bus gang bang!" Aria said, turning around so her back was towards him. He cupped and squeezed her breasts as she continued to bounce around.
"Me too. Lifelong dream! Ever since I was a young boy!"
"Bullshit," the man up front mumbled. He seemed more perturbed that the bus would not be reaching its destination in time. "This shit happens way too much," he said, standing up and preparing to leave the bus to go smoke a cigarette.
"Is this a normal occurrence?" I asked.
"Every week something like this happens. You do know that this place is the most sexually charged area of the country."
I had no idea.
"Some say it's an old native american curse that was put on passerbyers. The forest makes people incredibly horny and they do things that they would not normally do anywhere else. Those who are born here are natural born sex addicts, and spend their lives finding anything and everything that they can f*ck. The only way to stop it is to burn sage and smother your dick in the smoke."
"Seriously?"
"That's what they say," he said, puffing on a cigarette. "I'm going to take this outside. Can't smoke on the bus, but you can c*m all over the seats. Tell me if that makes any sense."
"HARDER HARDER HARDER"
The bus driver was now entering her from behind as she stood bent over holding the back of the seat.
"I'm about to blow!" the driver announced.
"Next stop, ORGASM!" the boyfriend said, with a smirk. He was now slowly rubbing his cock taking in the view of his lady about to be filled up with the bus driver's special sauce.
After the eruption, the driver stumbled around, putting on his uniform. He then hurried to his seat. His pants were still unzipped and his belt unbuckled. His shirt was buttoned haphazardly.
"I'm going to be WAY off schedule!" the driver said realizing that he made a bus driver faux pas.
The older man put out his cigarette and climbed back on the bus. "Feel better?" he said to the driver, who just nodded.
"I can't believe the bus rules really say that the driver gets to screw me," the woman said.
"I don't think they do," her boyfriend replied. "But that was hot."
The bus raced forth to make up time, and everyone was bouncing around like a pinball machine. Each corner hurt. I was in shock at the view of everything that I took in. To be honest, I was incredibly aroused. I had recorded a little part of it to play later. I don't know why, but to be close to such action was something I never imagined I would enjoy so much. I had never seen a couple have sex in person like that before, and to be close enough to smell and almost taste it was too much. A part of me had hoped that I would get a turn, but I don't know if I would have accepted. I was too afraid of catching some STD. And the idea of doing something like that with another man's girlfriend seemed a bit much. But it was interesting in its own way, like something you'd see animals do on the Discovery Channel.
It was a good two hours before we rolled into Forks, and I could tell by the chatter on the radio, that the driver had a lot of explaining to do for being so late without radioing in. But at this point, the dispatch probably had an idea, as this was probably not the first time it happened. But I was just going off a hunch.
Forks, Washington was a far different place than I expected it to be. The town looked similar to many other small towns, with a big grocery store, hardware store, some stand alone restaurants and a small downtown. In fact, there was nothing "Nosferatu" about it at all. It was not Brasov nor did it have a Transylvania vibe. But it was surrounded by rolling hills and lots of trees. There was an airport full of elk grazing between the runways, and I thought that was quite cool. I also noticed that there was a large amount of coffee places in this town. What really confused me, however, was the fact that the weather was sunny and the temperature was far warmer here than back at the lodge.
The bus dropped us off at the grocery store and I saw that, according to the schedule, the last bus back to Kalaloch would be in about 10 minutes. In other words, I didn't even have enough time to go into the store and buy anything. The ride was pretty, and the action was intense, but I had hoped to have some time to explore Forks. I didn't know if I wanted to ever ride that bus again. The truth was, my backside hurt like crazy and the ride back was going to be torture I imagined.
The couple who had enjoyed a romp stood next to me, gathering their things. "It was fun," the guy said. "Thanks for putting up with us," he added. The woman smiled.
"You're boob's hanging out, Sunshine," the guy said. She blushed and fixed her shirt.
"I was wondering why people kept looking this way," she replied with an embarrassed smile.
"Names Carl, in case we meet again," he said.
"Dmitry. Nice to meet you," I said.
"I'd shake your hand, but it's a bit sticky, if you know what I mean," Carl replied with a big grin on his face.
"We need to find a shower," Aria said.
"I don't think we're going to find one anywhere here, but maybe there's a campsite near by."
The couple then walked off and I waited by the bus stop for a few more minutes. The bus pulled up and I climbed back aboard.
"Going back so soon?" the driver said.
"Yeah...I work at the lodge," I replied.
The bus ride back was less intense than the ride there, save for the rush that the driver was in. He didn't let up on the gas as the bus zigzagged around corners and seats banged so loudly that my ears ached. I just wanted to get back home, shower, clean that pesky black stain off my penis, and climb into bed and put this long day behind me. Tomorrow I was going to serve the Country Nudists, a table of 27 people, which was unthinkable at the time. The largest table I had served in the past was a table of six, and two of those people were children. The idea of serving close to thirty people made me feel uneasy. I hoped that it would not be too chaotic.
After a good hour, a lot of classic rock, and the bus driver explaining his lateness over and over again to the dispatcher (and coming up with lame excuses about herds of elk and fallen trees on the highway), we arrived.
I stumbled off the bus as the sun was about to set over the beach. The wind had picked up and the smell of rotten whale had reached the road. Despite this, the scene was gorgeous and people were standing by the fence near the restaurant looking at the bright orange hue of the descending sun. Immediately I saw the woman from earlier standing alone, taking it all in. She looked absolutely radiant as the rays of light danced through her beautiful hair. I pretended to not notice her as I walked in her direction and took out my phone to take a picture of it all.
She looked at me and smiled. "On vacation?" she said.
"No. I work here," I said. "You?"
"Just visiting," she replied.
"Sounds nice. Where are you from?"
"Eastern Washington."
"Are you with anyone?" I asked. I felt silly asking that. I could not take my eyes off her.
"Yes," she said. My heart sank.
"I see," I said.
"I am traveling with a group of twenty seven people," she said.
At that moment, my jaw dropped. She was one of the "country nudists!" I could not help but undress her at that moment with my eyes. I imagined her soft pale skin unobstructed by the blue Moroccan shirt she was wearing. I pictured her curves dancing in the sunlight, as she stood there naked. If the lodge allowed it, she probably would be! I could imagine how amazing it would be to see her out in the forest unclad by the constrictive nature of clothing.
"Are you alright?" she said.
"Oh. Yes! I'm fine," I said. "I.... I hope you enjoy your visit here."
"Thank you," she said, smiling at me.
At that moment I wanted so badly to follow her to wherever she was going and watch her disrobe in the comfort of her private cabin. I imagined knocking on her door as she walked around her room in the nude, and saying "oops, wrong place," as she answered. Maybe she would invite me in and have me take off my clothing. We could sit by the fire and enjoy the sight of each other's bodies before making passionate love on the rug next to the fireplace. With my black boner.
But I didn't see that happening. It was a bit too bold for me. So I said goodbye and hoped that she would be at the breakfast group tomorrow. All of the sudden I was more excited to serve the group, and I would work hard to impress her.
But yes, my beautiful penis was still very black. Surely that would not impress her. I decided to go to the restaurant and order another round of fish and chips. Maybe all it needed was a bit more lemon juice. This time I would eat the fish before letting the juice drip on my member.
So that's what I did. I enjoyed every morsel of the $15 cod and the fries and tartar sauce that accompanied it. Afterwards I went into the employee bathroom and got completely naked. There was a shower in the room, so I stepped inside, just me and the lemon. I squeeze the lemon and let the juices fall against me. It felt so good! I rubbed it in, letting the juices mingle with the black dye that had taken over my skin. I noticed that there was a slight reaction as I rubbed the juices in. I also could not ignore the fact that it felt so good. I let myself fall to the floor as I stroked myself imagining being naked with the woman whose name I forgot to ask for. I imagined her sitting on the bus sans clothing, asking me to climb on top of her. I imagined the bus bouncing up and down as she straddled me. I felt a huge orgasm welling up as I pictured her moaning and crying out, with her engorged tits in my face and her hard nipples being played with by my tongue. After a couple of minutes my back arched and I ejaculated ropes of warm c*m that slapped against the wall. I laid there for a few minutes, breathing quickly as I heard foot steps walk by outside.
There was a knock on the door. I was silent. It didn't work. Another knock. "Someone in there?" a voice called. It was Hunter! Damn it! "One second," I said. "Pooping!" I felt so embarassed. I got up quickly and hit my head on the shower knob. Ouch! That hurt. I then almost tripped on my way out of the shower and the door slammed shut.
"Pooping?" Hunter said.
"Uh, one second," I said. Just finishing up.
"You poop loud," he said, sarcastically.
F*ck you, I wanted to say. You ruined a good moment.
"I need to get some stuff from the bathroom. What are you doing in there?"
"Just a second," I said, beyond perturbed.
"I want to go home," Hunter said. I could hear his fingers tapping against the door. It was incredibly annoying.
I quickly pulled up my pants and tried to button my shirt. I kept missing the button holes and when I was finished I saw that I had buttoned everything so it didn't match up.
"Listen, if you are pooping, I can come back. But it doesn't sound like you're pooping," Hunter said.
"I'm wiping!" I yelled. Yes, I yelled it. So loud that probably everyone in the EDR could hear it. There was silence for long enough for me to rebutton my shirt and grab my things and leave. I stormed out of the bathroom and into the EDR and plopped on the couch. I let my heart rate fall when Hunter emerged with a mop. In his hand he was holding something yellow. "Did you forget this?" He asked. It was the lemon! I blushed and acted like I had no idea what it was. "That's the second one I've found today, so don't play stupid," he said. "Why do I keep finding lemons in the bathroom?"
I had no idea what to say, so I thought of the stupidest thing to come to mind:
"When life gives you lemons, make lemonade." And with that I stood up and left the EDR and went to my room. After all, I had some Country Nudists to serve tomorrow!
Author's Note:
Thank you everyone for reading and supporting my work! I appreciate you all SO much. You all brought so much light into my life. You have no idea.
Much love,
Fefe!
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