I got off on doing dangerous things. The craziest idea I'd ever had came to me last year. I'd steal a car, leaving my own car just inside town in a Wal-Mart parking lot, and drive the stolen car 30 or 40 miles away then use my favorite dildo to fuck myself until I got back to town. The dildo was my favorite because I'd start cumming on the third or fourth stroke every time. I gave myself 4 week to train holding back my orgasms. The training was incredible. By holding back on my orgasm, it made them far more intense and last far longer. By the fourth week I could last no longer than 5 minutes, and the orgasm from that was so intense I lost myself completely aware of nothing but the waves of pleasure for several minutes. 5 minutes wasn't

Nearly long enough but I'd promised myself I'd do it, ready or not, in four weeks.

That night, around 10 PM I drove to Wal-Mart and started looking at the cars that were parked there, looking near the back of the lot, Hoping to grab a car that would not be missed for several hours. I also wanted a fairly new car, one that would likely still be insured for theft. I found what I was looking for, a sporty little Nissan. I pushed on the fender and no alarm went off. Perfect! The car had Low Jack but I knew I'd be ditching the car before it could be tracked. I pulled out on the street and headed out of town less than 60 seconds later. I got to the start point I'd picked earlier and turned around and parked by a bridge over a small river, stripped off all my clothes and tossed them into the river. Then I climbed back into the car, made sure my seatbelt was properly fastened and started driving down the road as fast as I could, back toward town. I grabbed my dildo and shoved it in. I knew if I came I would almost certainly crash. I could drive fairly fast but I knew it would take at least 45 minutes to reach town. I had to divide my focus on the road and on holding back my orgasm. It made both jobs much much harder. I'd approach orgasm, concentrate on pushing it back, then nearly lose control of the car which would force my focus back to the road which would cause my orgasm to sneak back up. Three minutes after I started I came to a strait stretch of road and floored it. The feeling I was about to pee crept in. I tried my best to push it back but I ran off the road. I jerked the wheel too hard and the car started to skid. I had to focus to much on driving to recover from the skid which caused me to lose control of my orgasm. As the fluids began to flow I looked at the speedometer. I was doing just over 100 miles per hour. I abandoned my driving. I have a weirdly distinct memory of cunt juice sparing my inner thighs to my knees. The first violent impact drove me even harder into the orgasm. I knew I was probably going to die but I didn't care. My orgasm continued as my body was slammed extremely violently from all directions. The only thing keeping me in the drivers seat was the seat belt. I was only a little bit aware of the fact the car was flipping end over end. Dirt, glass, and other stuff were flying around, but still I was slammed by wave after wave of pleasure. Now I think I was rolling over and over. When the orgasm finally let me become aware again I realized I was hanging upside down in the seat belt. I could smell engine coolant, gasoline smoke and girl cum. I hurt all over. How bad was I hurt? Nothing seemed to be broken. That was good, maybe I could still escape. That thought brought home the seriousness of the trouble I'd put myself into. I was driving a stolen car, which I'd just crashed while doing something that was criminally reckless. I clicked seatbelt and lowered myself to the roof of the inverted car. There was barely enough room for me to slither out the driver's side window. The dirt under my belly was soft and cool. It seemed to be a freshly plowed field. Did the crash alert the farmer? I looked around and saw a farm house about half a mile way. There were several small lights bobbing along between me and the house. Somehow one headlight of the car was still burning. It provided just enough light for me to see myself. I was covered in blood. Several cuts and lacerations were dripping red down my body. One deep gash on my left tit was bleeding especially bad. Aside from the light from the car it was pitch black. I considered waiting for the farmer. He (or she) would be able to see the light on the car and they would be here in several minutes. I wondered why they weren't driving out here, then realized they were probably Amish. Well that would be a good thing, they wouldn't have a phone ... unless one of the kids was doing his "going English" thing they did before entering adulthood and deciding to commit to the Amish way of life, or join the "English" community. The kid might have a cell phone. If so he'd have called for help. I'd rehearsed a story for the police if I got caught. I had been kidnapped and raped but escaped and stolen the car but crashed when the kidnapper had chased me. I realized now there would be problems that even a rookie cop would notice. First I was driving towards (not away from) the place the car had been stolen from. I had no male cum in my vagina and I was covered head to toe in girl cum and smelled strongly of sex. I knew my story would never fly so I headed back to the road. I was surprised at how far away it was. There was a big hole in the fence where the car came through. I heard voices that seemed to be talking excitedly in Dutch (Yup Amish) then in English "Are you ok? Call out if you hear us, we can't see you." I slipped out onto the road. I needed to decide which way to go. I looked up and saw the sky speckled with several thousand stars. I know it looks like "millions" to most people seeing dark skies, but even with the best vision, on the darkest nights you can only really see about 3000 stars. I found Polaris and started walking towards town. How far from town was I? I could feel my breasts wiggling as I walked I almost always wear a bra but my breats aren't big. It felt nice to walk along naked. About 40 minutes into my walk I saw headlights toped by flashing red and blue lights. I didn't have much time to hide but luckily there was a field of tall something (wheat) so I dove in. The cop flew passed, followed by a fire engine and an ambulance. I was bleeding badly enough to leave a blood trail. Would the cops be able to find and follow it? Did they already know the car was stolen? I didn't know but had no choice but to keep walking. Twice more I saw cops go by but I was able to hide. It was really dark but it was just light enough for me to be able to see the road. It was not bright enough for me to see the broken glass I stepped in. After an hour my bare feet hurt from walking on the rough road. I could not see the sharp stones and broken glass that kept cutting them. I saw a shadow blocking out the stars that looked square. I realized it was a road sign. I could not read the words by sight but I used my fingers to feel the letters. It said town was 20 miles away! I figured I'd already walked 4 miles in the last hour. I hadn't tossed my watch and it still worked. It was already 2 am. I wasn't terribly cold (it was summer) but I was very beat up from the crash. My feet hurt terribly and I was hungry and tired. If I pushed hard I might be able to make it to town in 5 hours. That would make it 7 am. How was I going to walk into town stark naked and covered in blood? Well I'd worry about that later. On and on I walked. I saw the emergency vehicles go by then the tow truck with the smashed up car but I was able to hide and no one saw me. I had gone into myself, thinking about the stupid thing I'd done and the mess I'd gotten myself into. Every step hurt but the mantra helped. I just kept saying "stupid" to myself over and over again. Suddenly I realized I could see better. I looked east as saw the horizon had turned a dark shade of blue. That would make it around 5 am, judging by the sky's color. It was going to be light soon. I looked down the road and saw a car coming. I hid but it was just some guy on his way to work or someplace. I'd need to find a place to hide for the day. I saw a corn field ahead. That might be a good place. And maybe I could eat some of the corn. It worked out for a good place to hide but the corn was probably for animal feed. It wasn't very tasty but I was hungry and the corn was at least edible. I laid down in the dirt. I normally masturbate (or fuck, if a guy is sharing my bed) to sleep. It was then that I realized I'd left my favorite dildo in the car. No telling where it had gone, and I realized I would never have found it in the dark anyway. Disappointed I used my fingers. It took me back to childhood, when I was 10 and 11 before I'd started fucking men and using dildos (I tried boys my age at first but they really really sucked at sex at that age. I hadn't fucked any guy under 25 after I treated myself to an adult fuck for my 12th birthday.) I came in the dirt and fell right to sleep.