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Rear View Mirror, Part I by phyllisroger

I used to walk home from my after-school job…a couple miles or more…and in those days…of having my number 1 job…I was enjoying my sexuality…my chest were plentiful and son made me pay care to myself with their looks and stares before I knew all about'things.'But by this time, I was a little one-time and liked to demo myself off to boys and my teachers…it made me feel important besides just being a good young woman with commodity mark.

It was still a very secret thing : show and indicate off but…well, it was then I began to go to school without panties and it made me palpate brave though it was from some of the other girls that I first heard about not wearing them. Little did the boys know when they admired me, there was only the cloth of my school dress separating their flavor from something truly special that would let opened their eyes wide and make them puzzle out their back talk. Just walking around that way aroused me Thomas Young body.

But after body of work, in my sexy pantyless state, I would walk rest home and think of schooltime and my job and, in particular, the sr. boy who also worked there. He had a belittled car and one day drove up alongside as I was walking home and asked to give me a ride…I said"sure !"and popped in the front seat…But I almost sat on his dog and jumped out the door…he said :"Get in back,"and moved the keister for me as I jumped back in and sat in the little jump seat with my legs partly up and my attire draped high around them. I was scared he might have"had a look"but he didn't say anything and off we drove.

In a instant his dog jumped back on me and I pushed it away."That's okay…he likes people and won't sharpness. Just pet him behind the ears,"he said and I did. Doggie licked my brass as I rubbed his capitulum and he scramble his legs around, pushing my apparel down and exposing my legs. I pushed it back up but the bow-wow was enjoying his ears being rubbed, was very wind up and his mitt fumbled all over me, messing my dress and even stepping on my crotch !

I looked in my Friend's rear view mirror and he was watching me play with his dog. I saw his middle staring at me and I smiled back as the dog was getting really friendly with me but I pushed him down on the seat. There was piddling room in the tail and he was finally sitting between my branch and panting…his barker tongue going back and forth, slobbering on my frock so I pushed him down and away. Wrong matter to do !

I pushed him down between my legs and he licked my leg on one position and then the early and I was still rubbing his ears as I was told. I looked in the rear view mirror. My Quaker's eye were glued to the scene in his back hindquarters and I realized why. My frock was pushed to my waistline and he could see my nudeness underneath. I thought he would expect away and sacrifice me seclusion but he didn't. He said :"Go ahead !"I didn't know what he meant but the doggy was still licking up my wooden leg and it felt good. I wanted more doggie lap and he was good of licks : the English of this leg, then that, and my friend staring. It was suddenly very quiet in the little car or was it that my auricle were ringing ? I felt hot there in the back seat with doggy, a licking tongue and those eyes in the arse scene mirror…watching.

He moved the mirror to a rake and I could see myself now and my privates and then the doggy at work and it was all very erotic to me just then. I laid my head back to catch my breath. Wrong matter to do again ! Because then the doggie licked right on my pussy. This one big lap of his tongue was startling and then another lick…my body jolted."Let him work out you…no one will know,"my Friend said as he kept looking at my nakedness.

The car seemed to be moving very slowly and I petted the dog's ears some more and reached down to spread my puss sassing for him…it was naughty…but I was aroused and wanted Thomas More licking and he was doing just that. When I watched my friend's oculus and his smile it made me even hotter like I was not only cuming for the doggie but also with him at the same sentence and I opened my legs wider to show him everything I had. I was slender, with ample titty and my cunt was getting peppiness hairsbreadth and I felt gallant and hot showing myself to him as the dog kept at me. It was all spontaneous and dirty and my ears were full.

Then I felt a shudder at my waist and my wooden leg got shaky as the dog licked me all over and between my mouth and on my clitoris, which made me shake. barker churned me and licked and licked. My headway was laid back, my oculus were closed and I peeked to see my ally gripping the bicycle. He was breathing deeply too at the scenery. I was short of breath and gasping for air as the dog had his way with me. I was spending on his tongue…he was getting mad with my perceptiveness. I hoped we'd never get place !"Ohhh ! Ohh ! Mmmm"I was murmuring as the heat at my waist traveled along my body, my nipples hard. Then the doggie slowed and finished and I was still dripping on the minuscule place and pushed him away. I couldn't take any more. That dog had made me cum unvoiced on that naughty tongue and all in plain opinion. I was still breathing hard as the car stopped. I was dwelling house. I straightened my dress.

"ride base tomorrow ?"my ally asked as I got out of the car. I was still in a heated, dream-like United States Department of State. I didn't answer him but I think he knew. I couldn't wait to get off work the next day and"get off"again.

back end View Mirror, Part II

I got out of his car, petted the beautiful dog on his forefront and ears, very flaccid cuddly auricle, and he licked my mitt ;"dog slobber"on my handwriting,"Yuk !"but when I walked into my star sign my genital organ was still wet and dripping with his other"slobber"which made me quiver and pony past Mum to my room and get the nearest tissue to make clean up. I sat on the bed, cleaning and touching and laid back ; my peg bare and cool and played with myself, still wetting up and came again quickly."love, come down and help with me with the Solanum tuberosum !"It was Mum and she broke the spell, putting on my scanty so I wouldn't drip, cleaning again and down to help with dinner."Your face is red,"Mum said,"did you run home from work ? You seem out of breath."I just nodded and began peeling and dreaming of the side by side day's ride, and you know the drive I mean.

But then there was school, which went very slow, and off to work but the boy wasn't there so workplace was a real pain and it wasn't until several days later that he was back at work."I had to get my car repaired,"he said, smiling at me."I'll see you after work."My heart skipped a pulse and the clock moved retard. It was pay day and I got my package :"Mum won't be back for a pair Sir Thomas More hours,"I said as I got in the car."Sit in back,"he said, Let's go down to the beach then and I'll still get you home on time."And off we went, me in the vertebral column hindquarters again, he was already checking me out in his rear view mirror and if some girls take awhile to get in the climate for fun it wasn't this lady friend or this dog, he was already nosing around. It was a lovesome day, windows down, the air blowing my hair, the feeling of the ocean and my head was resting, my ears pounding when he stopped the car and I sat up, alert. We weren't at the beach yet and,"My Friend needed a ride, too, and here he is."In the mood and now out of the climate just as quick as that his booster got in the front and we all said"Hi"and off we went. Now I pushed the dog away from me and held his pick up making him sit beside and away from me ; he was just as confused as was I at these developments. babble out about"three's a crowd"well we had a crowd and a dog and a grievous turn off but I didn't say anything and we were at the beach, parked on a low cliff but where I could hear the waving and the mewlling gulls with their piercing cries.

"I brought some snacks and matter,"my body of work Friend said,"let's just relax here. It's very pretty. You're very pretty. ejaculate on, just relax, my booster knows all about things."I couldn't believe my ears at that remark but what was I to do. I was in the binding can of a two threshold car. I had nowhere to go and had all kinds of expectations but now, none at all.

We all shared some treats and a drink and the dog was squirming and trying to get out of my grip."He's anxious,"he said,"just let him release and see what he does. We all want to watch him."So there I was, my body ready, my brain not so much and he was licking my calfskin and my genu and above my genu and two son in the front ass, one looking through the mirror and the other adjusting in his fanny looking right at me. He smiled and I grimaced. I wasn't ready for a second boy even if HE was ready for a display but the dog was sure set up and randy and this prison term he was humping my leg, licking my aspect, then trying to horn in me and I was being watched by four eyes in the look seat and I was breathing hard now, brass red, pinna ringing, mug crying and my consistency crying for that dog no issue where I was and suddenly I didn't care who was watching.

It was a hot scene. Then it wasn't just the dog tool that was out but two more stiff cocks were out and everyone was petting everyone it seemed…the new boy climbed in the binding tail end and kissed me, putting my hand on him. His rooster was slippery ; I was slippery and he pulled up my attire, I was past it now and didn't tending, I surprised myself and was stroking cock, opening my cunt for the dog with my other paw, and dog was at me with his dullard, wonderful, wet, long tongue all over me there and everything was dreamy in my principal and body, my legs were tingly and alive, like the boy's stiff cock,"Don't stop,"he said,"Ohh, just like that, don't, don't plosive speech sound,"and he lifted his butt and shot his cum in the air landing on the dog's back but I kept at him until he was limp. Then he just held my manus and slumped in the ass, so it was my turn now to sing to my dog and his tongue was up me and out and around and inside again, I opened my eyes and there was our number one wood wanking himself and spending on the steering wheel, the dog was licking my nectar and humping his dick toward me as I kept pushing him off…but I scooted down for more than tongue and there were hands on my legs, then a hand on the dog's turncock guiding it to me, hitting at my bitch lips, wetting me more but he was one frantic canine at this point poking at a very phrenetic girl's body. I said"No !"and then"No !"again but things were out of control.

The dog was hurting my bottom when he missed and missed again, that sharp pointy matter missing the mark, stabbing away."Scoot down more ; get up up a little ; don't tease an animal."“ No ! Don't,"I said but lifted up more, scooting down. My ears were full and I scooted down ; this sentence he didn't fille and I felt this liquid rooster stab again but stab sliding inside and I had set the dog on fervidness, pounding me inside, again and again. I was on fire, my puss hot and set, lifting and writhing on this stabbing affair ; we were joined and"No, don't"had become"No, don't stop."The tail end view mirror showed my startle oculus like they were in a trance, I knew my whole eubstance was strain, waiting for another jabbing and another and I was hearing quarrel like the boy ‘ s :"Don't stop. Please don't, don't stop. Just there just there, Ohh, ohh."Words wouldn't come ; licking my lips, trying to breath, tasting the salt air, the boy petting my thighs, holding the dog at me, bringing me off again, bringing all four of us off.

As we were driving back there was no conversation and I tried to straighten and smooth my dress, hoping Mum hadn't come home early. I needed a bathroom ; I was still in a sweat, needed to clean up and cool down. She wouldn't believe I had run home a 2d time that calendar week and I didn't want to explain, obviously."It was just a one time thing."I said."I'm not that form of girl."And thinking, wondering, about the next ride home."Bye !"and the two of them drove off, me finally at family, still breathless, wet and astonished. They didn't believe me. Why would they ? I didn't believe myself. I had my pay packet and had a new shorter clothes in head and it would be wanton to lift up for matter.



Not just my toes got attention !

I loved to get ready for Saturday Night and as a young young woman showing off my"product"at the local saltation which meant for me a lot of primping with my hair, my fingernails nicely painted with my toes to match and I spent well-nigh of the day getting set up for the Nox : laying out my clothes, what I would wear ( and not tire out ! I was a sexy thing and didn't wear a unadulterated outfit if you get my touch ). My number : a thorough bathtub and after that, my torso all radiant, a pedicure.

Mum and Sister were out for their own Saturday turn and I was alone in the house to cocker and primp myself. I had a date that Nox for the terpsichore ; a cute guy who liked to dance and experience me up, hands all over me, under me and in between, during and after the saltation, lots of kissing and cuddling and thinking about Sat night got me going in fashion even during the day.

Our sign of the zodiac was placidity with everyone else gone and after my bath I was toweled and squatting on a low toilet painting my finger and now my toes. Everything had to meet : fingerbreadth, toes, pilus laurel wreath setting off my dress. My ft in a pan of warm water, knees up and sitting on the stool, my little doggie nearby, tongue out as usual, walking to my pan of water, sniffing around, looking up as I patted his promontory and began to trim my toenails, barker licking my fingers and sniffing my toes when I took a animal foot from the warm water, I patted his point and stroked his soft ears.

So picture this : a pretty miss, like me, only covered with a towel ( covered ? Not totally covered, I mean it was just a towel. ) but I was alone in our kitchen, knees up, towel slipping to my waist, my private, radiant from the bath, and there for the world to see but I was alone and individual, pretty a lot alone, ramification apart to better reach my human foot, my toes closed together, the lips of my slit closed but my genital organ open so I could get at my pes, doggie ready for head-patting, hand drubbing, me cerebration of my engagement at the dance that dark, totally sporting from my bath, but thinking of what date and I would be doing and feeling in dark street corner of the dancing hallway and afterward when he would playact with me and I would"dancing"my consistence on his manus, how his fingers would surely get me hot and make me cum as he fingered my kooz, that he would whisper in my ear and snog my mouthpiece and tell me how pretty I am and how he loved my raw pussy ; that he was beaming I wasn't"fully"dressed for our fun.

And doggie sensing something in me, scenting something, as I was dreaming of the dance and all and gave no thought to his delicate bow-wow headland, his licking doggie glossa on my mitt and then my toes but then he went between my genu and his frigidity olfactory organ brought me back to the kitchen and my pedicure. I pushed him away :"Naughty boy. Your nose is cold !"and he looked up at me curious, seeming to smile and licking his mouth.

Then I was back to my pes and the moth-eaten nose again that shocked me but doggie had my scent and wanted more, his wind slipping all along my kooz from bottom up to top and I gasped when he slid up to the top and that cold nose on my can sent a rush like it was my date was at me, but now it was during the day, an too soon exhilaration before the dance that night and I pushed his scent away.

There wasn't anything legal injury about an innocent dog or me and my pedicure but that cold nose was unexpected and shocking and brought thoughts of Sat night to the here and now and I wasn't ready yet I thought. It was this unknown thing in my brain and I was alone, it was quiet, my Mum and Sister wouldn't be back anytime soon ; doggy looked hurt when I pushed him off, his optic looked sad and would I let him"nose me"again ?

I wasn't easily. I was a good fille but his dusty nozzle was exciting my genital organ and it was our very private thing ; who would know ; the kitchen was quiet except my ears were ringing ; then doggie's wet cold nose was back on my incision spreading my rim apart with another shocking slide. My branch opened more as ramification will and that frigidity olfactory organ from butt to top, sliding up my wet slit, hitting my button, sending a jolt and I put my helping hand on his fountainhead, this time petting his nose, his thrilling nose and then that tongue, up the paries of my incision again,"Good pooch,"this metre, getting me wet, his tongue had my taste and he was at it.

It was too recent for me to stop ; I wanted this now ; I was past mentation, it was too blue, too good and exciting and forbidden all together, tongue and fanny now in ascendancy. I was dancing in my nous feeling respectable affair. My towel slipped off and I was smoothing my knee joint and down my wooden leg, spreading my lip for my mad doggie and his anxious spit, making me spend, licking up my spend and I was petting his ears, lifting his mouth on me. His natural language was dipping inside my dent for more and I was hot at my nerve center ; my body was throbbing now as his frigidness nose and hot tongue were bringing me off like no appointment had ever done at any dance or in any dark corner, my toes curling up, and here in the middle of my quiet kitchen I could hear my appointment whisper as I came and came, this time not on his finger's breadth, as he was holding my case. This sentence coming on a Brigham Young doggie's clapper and I was holding bow-wow ‘ s typeface, hoping he wouldn't stop, not now in the center of my pedicure. I was feeling very naughty and very hot being licked until he was finished with me and walked away to his water bowlful, both of us panting. I looked down at my feet, easing them down in the piss and finally cooling down from my thrilling pedicure. Saturday nighttime had come early. I knew I was guilty of this but had the right to remain mute even with the ringing still loud in my ears and making me smile, licking my lips.

A Vow Broken…or Was it ?

It wouldn't hap these days but when my boyfriend and I started dating there were dissimilar rules : condoms were hard to find, virginity was authoritative, perfunctory sex was for ‘ other'people, etc., etc. So it is no surprise that when Brett and I started getting unplayful we made sacred promises to each former including :"no sex before marriage"though we loved each other. And, you know, being in force kids we stuck to it. I mean, after we began dating he kissed me on our one-third date ( another old rule ) and then we graduated to other ting, like tits…fifth date…and I had to be persuaded at that…the sleep was downhill…or uphill depending on how we looked at it..and from then on it wasn't long before he was in my pants…I did a little resistance act at for the first time, to tease him…it felt so good to have his hand on me there, his fingers getting slippery from me…and then I was unzipping him…heavy petting during and after a display at the drive-in…It was the first erect hammer I had seen, or stroked or kissed…I learned all about cocks and how to hug, buss, caress, lay down it wet…then he got me to lick him. He showed me all about my soundbox but we still kept our promised to wait until"later'to go ‘ all the way.'Brett ad I were sticking to our mutual vow…barely. I was desperate for what the real matter would be like but we had agreed to wait. We had taken the Vow !

One night we were at a party at a friend's menage and we girls got to talking…the male child on another incline of the room…I told them about my vow with Brett and it got discussed and some of the young lady tittered at that and said we'd really already had sex…just not penetration. Of course, his blind drunk cock had penetrated my oral cavity and his digit had penetrated my wet cunt and …I loved it when we did that…but no rooster penetrating cunt…and we were proud of that but there it was…the penetration word…we were abstaining from that one, penultimate, thing…indulging in the respite. Later I told Brett about our conversation and we both agreed to continue with our vows…meaning : no penetration…most but not all of our emotions were satisfied without that component part. I confess I had urges beyond what we did…I didn't Tell Brett of my frustrations but I took guardianship of them in another way. My body…my cunt…still ached for Brett but we had our vow…damn !

A few calendar week after the party, Bret and I went on a double over date and drove to the beach. We had a couple six packs…we weren't everlasting prudes…and sat on the George Sand on blankets my girlfriend brought and we were soon drinking, laughing, kissing, intuitive feeling and all…Brett was under my wearing apparel, inside my panties as usual, his fingers setting me on fire and my girlfriend getting played with by her boyfriend near me and she was also breathing hard. I looked over at her and she at me…we smiled."Isn't the beach great ?"With all the kissing, breathing and fingering I didn't poster when my girlfriend and her escort got up and stood over us…just shadows… My lady friend said :"We're going to have an interference for you two Melopsittacus undulatus,"and then her boyfriend announced :"Right here…right now !"I didn't know what to retrieve or say…

My legs shot together ; I pushed my apparel down, Brett stopped what he was doing. I felt threatened."No…"I said,"We're not having an intervention."Her boyfriend responded :"Oh yes we are…Enough of this silly vow you two have…it's all ridiculous."

I didn't know what else to say. I just looked at Brett, kneeling beside me and he was nonplussed…there was another voice :"Yeh…you guys…this vow material is shit !"

It was two early guys who were at the party a few weeks before…I was shocked and a little frighten off. What would happen ? They had planned all this. Did Brett experience, too ? My idea was a mess…my torso hot…but my brain a mess.

"We're taking charge here, you two idiots. Brett's female child is one hot doll and I've wanted to screw her myself,"the voice in the darkness said. I tried to see his face but everything was shadows. And the waves were pounding…the sand in my toes. There was moonlight and swarm and the pounding of the waves and my head was throbbing."There's a time for ass,"he said…"that time is now !"

I started to digest but hands pushed me back down on the blanket…holding me there…and…"we saw what you were doing with your boyfriend…you were all over each other…it's time to finish up up what you started !"I was scared and looked at Brett, still beside me, asking :"What do we do now ?"

I was looking for assistance but Brett was silent. What an asshole ! I think he liked the whole scene…I thought he might even take planned it…"This wasn't my idea, good,"he said. He was still a suspect ! And now there were hands, lots of hands, holding my wrist above my head and grabbing my branch at the mortise joint, holding them apart, my dress at my waist, my common soldier only protected by my wet panties…I was prone and twisted away…they pulled me back."Help !"I said. The undulation pounded against the strait of my voice."You can't do this ! layover !"

Brett was outnumbered and helpless at this percentage point. I didn't know what to do…screaming was a waste product on that isolated beach. The waves were loud in my ears…the sky overcast…I couldn't see any wiz. No moon and I was being held by inviolable guys…my girl was no help…she whispered to me :"No one's going to hurt you,"she said with a soft, reassuring whole tone. Her hands were on me ; she pulled up my dress…took down my panties. I was now open to the world. I was scared…but I knew I wouldn't be hurt…at the bad I would get fucked…how bad could it be ? But I wasn't going to be sluttish and tried to squirm away."God ! What a body,"one guy said.

"Can't let that somewhat cunt go to wastefulness,"said another. There was that exciting word…cunt…and it was my cunt…which until a few moments before was wet, hot and excited. Now, I confess, the scene and the hands holding…it was all exciting and my head pounded. Another confession : I was still wet, hot, agitate and still a fiddling scared.

I was in the loyal grip of guy who were filled with lust…lust for my body…I was pulsing and frightened at it all but, yes, I was also broad of lecherousness on the blanket, at the beach, with the sound of nature…my eubstance naked…legs spread…I felt the air cooling and also exciting me…I squirmed again…then :"I want to get down and lap that thing,"said yet another and I felt a mouth on my little virgin cunt…I flexed…a hot natural language licking up one slope and then up the other…a cold scent moving on my clit…which stiffened to the tongue and I squirmed again but this metre, spontaneously, it felt so good…I fought the feeling…didn't want my body to answer but it did. I dug my tush into the cover but two handwriting lifted my butt cheeks…thumbs spreading me. This had to stop. The air was cool, wave were licking the shoreline…the licking of my bitch was continuing. I tried to move to one slope, then the other, my pegleg being held, and squeezed my pussy but the licking…Oh God…that tongue ! Hands lifting me up…the licking continued. I couldn't assist it and then another clout. I had to let myself go now. My body had taken charge.

"She's a hard one, but wet and tasty,"the voice said, between licks…and oh that damned nose lifting my clit…I couldn't help it. I just couldn't. It was feeling good and I didn't want anyone to lie with. I was thrashing my mind from side to side…"No…don't"I said but now I was just mumbling. His script was on my belly, pulling my skin back…lifting my clit…a nose, a thumb…it was too, too good. I couldn't assistance myself and lifted for more of his wonderful tongue.

His tongue was slipping in me and along my cunt walls as I twisted from side to side…I opened my eye and saw Brett in the shadows…he just stood there, watching me…the cocksucker ! But what could he do ? I hated him at that moment…he could at to the lowest degree ‘ TRY'to do something…we could run to the…"uh, unh, uh"my body said to me and I tried not to hear it. It came again, with the moving ridge,"Uh, UH, UH, OH"I spasmed. The beach was forte and alive with water rushing in, rushing out ; my notion were rushing the same…my brass hot, blushing. I hoped they couldn't see me. He pushed on my stomach, licking harder…in an fearsome, beautiful rhythm…he was a bastard…all of them…Brett and all of them.

"You wet crab,"the licker said…looking up…"You are so make out wet !"It was true…I was.

I tried once Sir Thomas More to worm away and I slipped from his reach on my puss back talk but only briefly as he encircled my legs with his arms, lifting me for good tonguing…I was captured…no way out…"UH, OH !"but I was not getting away from him this time. I was in lust…beginning to relax, wanting this violation…and lifted now, arching open for his tongue and my early captor sensing my lecherousness, released my wrists. My girlfriends whispered words coming to me again :"No one's going to hurt you."To be honest it didn't hurt so far…NO ! it didn't hurt at all. I was starting to suffer for more.

My hands went to the head teacher of this licking illegitimate at my waist and I rode that face…writhing on his mouthpiece as waves were pulsing inside me now. Suddenly he stopped."She's ready guy wire !"he said…"My tongue's tired ! Jesus !"I started to relax a little, my wet kitty open to the Night but my ankles were still held…my hands covered my privates and for the first off meter I realized how wet I was…I had never been that wet…I was embarrassed and looked into the dark apparition of these cat and my girlfriend…but I hadn't cum yet…it had felt good but my trunk needed finishing…my body was thirsting for the coda but was cooling down rapidly. I said nothing but I was silently begging for more….my bitch was aching…the coolheaded air was on my pussy lips..inside I was bursting and hot.

"seminal fluid on Brett. We've got her ready…now finish her !"Oh no, I thought : OUR VOWS ! I looked up. Brett just stood there…looking at me, the scene, the guy and my girlfriend…I could see her smiling in the shadows. Brett and I had our vows, after all…it was sacred to me and to him…they couldn't be broken…or could they ?

"seed on Brett…it's either you or we'll fill a bend at her…she's ready…so let's go."Brett looked at me, at my eyes, I looked back…my pegleg being held and spread head open…my pussy hot and dripping, my genial state confused and hot…and I do have in mind HOT ! We loved each other ; we were going to conjoin some day…why were we putting it off ? I was confused, doubting, questioning my future husband and his resolve…I laid my head back, closed my eyes…It was straight : I was hot, and ready and aching…

"Make up your mind, guy,"it was the representative holding one of my legs. I looked up, Brett looked at me, lying there, about to be ravished by others…or Him…what to do. I shook my head :"No !"I said, but just gumming. I could see he was weakening. He was so well-favored, a tent in his short circuit, I wanted him so much…"What can I do honey ?"he said."It's either them or me. You love me, don't you ?"I froze. No question. We had promised each other, respective times and here we were…them or him…I just closed my eyes again."I don't want to,"Brett said from the shadow."I don't want you to do anything. I love her. Just leave us alone."

Moments passed…I discover a zipper…zippers ? …and then felt someone getting between my legs…I stared up at the night sky…my hands over my privates, hands taking my wrists away from my hot body, exposing me again, pushing them back over my head. I felt movement between my legs and a tight cock poking at me, I looked up at Brett, standing there, looking down….then soul held my radiocarpal joint, firmly, I was heart-to-heart and ready…more thrusting at my twat then spreading my pussy lips…the shadowy figure knelt close…"It's him or me,"said the guy between my legs…"One last chance…make your choice, Brett…it's you or me…you're ready and so am I."I looked at him and then at Brett…"Brett,"I grunted…"Please assistance me."I didn't know if he heard me with all the waves pounding…my forefront pounding.

The Wave were loud. I hoped he heard the desperation in my vocalism. I waited. I was benumbed and closed my centre again. I didn't have to await long as I felt a cock begin teasing my pussy lips but then it moved away ... my work force still held away from my privates…I felt dizzy, confused. I wanted pricking. I waited. I was so incredibly hot, willing, vulnerable…not scared…wanting…there was more crusade on the blanket and then :

A dickhead was pressing at me, teasing again, massaging my puffed mouth. I kept my eye shut, listening to the Wave, the shaft was playing at me, over and over, and I was hungry for it and flexed…I wanted to feel what a veridical prick was like inside me…not just one of my dildos I enjoyed.

I had never told Brett I had cheated on him with dildos…we had a vow…dildos didn't violate the vow did they ? rightfulness then I wanted hot form, without my hands guiding it…a cock fucking me, taking control. It was what I had dreamed of on so many nights after profound fondling with Brett. I couldn't enjoin him about it…now it had all come to me there in the night on the blanket at the beach. I wanted the real affair fucking me. I listened to the throbbing waves and wanting my own pounding…that bastard was entering me now and I lifted to fit it.

I was a engrossed to my body, mind and captors…whoever it was inside me was taking it slow…milking. But wait ! This wasn't my familiar ‘ ladies'size, for personal use, my dildo toy…this was hot…and big…BIG…it was stretching me like never before…it would fit, wouldn't it ? My personal dildo was slender, delicate…this affair inching into me was awful…I lifted as it squeezed inside…stretching me, exploring, the guys released my wrists, sensing now my willingness…it was hurting me and I reached for it…my hands were at my waist, smoothing my legs…feeling my hair's-breadth, my clit…this hot thick cock…I outlined it with my fingernails…I wanted this…opening myself more…they released my legs…my fingerbreadth touching on this awful, wonderful thing that began stroking inside…each time going deeper…hands lifting my bottom…I wanted all of the pricking and stroking and fucking…feeling it move in and out of me…"OH !"I exclaimed as he hit into me.

It was my twist to tease…fingers on each side of the monster…wetting our privates with our fluids…I stroked the sides of his tool…balls hitting me. I was churning from side of meat to side…his breath on me. Brett was at my ear, whispering"I didn't want this. I love you darling."I could only grunt and maunder and lift for more.

Brett was whispering but was he also fucking me ? I wasn't sure. I couldn't tell. I didn't aid about it…I was all senseless and I abandoned myself in lust and was humping on this great tool which searched interior and up to my throat, chewing on it as if it was in my pharynx and I went numb. I couldn't breathe, the waving were swirling on the beach, in my Einstein, washing through my cunt, to all of me. My ankles were released, and I was holding this dead body, this bully pecker, bucking with it."OH ! OH !"Then the existence went quiet…slowly the wonderful putz softened and withdrew.

I didn't want it to exit and I squeezed to carry it but it slipped out. Then there were former cock and more cuddling and licking…I had turned on all the guys with my Passion ... I was weak and couldn't resist…I wanted more, I did…my cunt ached for more…more and More fucking on the beach, on the mantle, in the dark, I wanted more cock-milking of my body and soulfulness. My vow had been canceled on the beach that night and my cunt was a willing sinner…I was fucked there on the blanket until I was drained. Brett held my hand and stroked my thigh and then covered me as we lay together, breathing deeply. He was kissing me down now, down from the top. It was tranquillize, dark, the tide was receding, the waves more distant. I put my principal on his shoulder and reached to his waist to finger if it was him who was first to sustain me. It had been so sour and my lust so intense I wasn't sure. His cock stiffened with my stroking. I measured it with my hand around it, wondering, but not saying. It felt like that very inaugural stopcock but I wasn't an expert.

I just couldn't be surely and almost didn't care. I loved Brett and loved all the fucking but I couldn't keep doing this. We had a modified vow. It had been a one Nox thing. One matter was for indisputable. I would necessitate a bigger dildo. My girlfriend would never say who fucked me first. She said :"You're not sure if it was Brett, are you ? Neither am I…it was so sullen. Besides, I was off to the side also being fucked."

"By Brett ?"I asked. She just smiled. Brett was such a illegitimate but I loved him. Someday I would find out if it was his…the huge first putz I mean. I would commend the size of it…I couldn't postponement to discover out.

The Pub Wall…what a surprisal, section I

I was a gratifying young thing, recently married and with a humble child who mainly stayed with my Mom while I was at work…hubby often gone for weeks, sometimes a month, as he made a good keep supporting us…I was too young to take a child, in my mind…I was just barely 21, full of internal secretion, didn't want more children…one was enough…joy but burden along therewith…you know what I mean. twenty-four hour period at home, no husband, boredom, a job was the affair and my Mom loved caring for the youngster.

I was a unspoilt miss but often horny. I once told the nanny, who asked if I had any job, that I got really wet down there. She just laughed and left me in the interrogatory room to ruminate what was so funny about the inquiry. So straight-laced and right but got wet easily and pregnant and now with a youngster.

I got a job. Wouldn't you ? A little walk around money and something to do…people to meet, like, shall I say, Johnnie. We sold, or rather, rented TV's and information processing system and things…pay as you go but have them now…for the great unwashed with slight credit…Johnnie would walk me home base sometimes and blandish me along the way…"Do you bang how hoi polloi look at you ?"No, I didn't, but he would tell me…how my long auburn hair was gorgeous…how I made men turn around and spirit at my hair and stage and my ass…how I was"hot."And so, working day would authorize and the walk plate were More fun than work.

One dark he told me he'd buy me a potable on the way home…I arranged for nestling to be with Mom overnight…that day I wore a shorter bird than usual…combed my hair until it really shined…we were going to a pub…have a deglutition and then he would, as common, walk me home but what a surprise was in store for me that night along the low wall outside the pub.

Oh, I knew Johnnie was just a flattering Lester Willis Young bloke who meant no harm…I was a espouse woman with a Thomas Young tiddler. But he knew married man was gone for periods…I guess he knew about hormones and Thomas Young girls…he could never guess how I got so wet at times…how I made that nurse laugh with my question…and the former girls at work saw him paying aid to me and would order me matter :"Watch out for Johnnie,"they would titter,"walking you home is just the scratch line of things."I didn't know what the"things"were…he was nice to me. I would find out about"things"and"low Pub paries"that night.

All I could guess of that day was the"after oeuvre"part…it was a Friday…a weekend ahead…and I would be paid on Friday…so finally it was that time and Johnnie and I walked from the bureau to the pub…it was early Fall…a warm eventide and the crickets were mad in their celebration…we sat at a board and he brought a pint of laager and a glass of Edward D. White vino for me…it was things about piece of work and the people we worked with and the wine was warm going down…I didn't know why I was nervous but I surely was.

Johnnie told me of his wife and how she never had time for him…how they argued a lot and then he began to lecture about sex and how he got no sex at domicile and went on about his married woman and she didn't like"fucking"and that was a start Bible for me. Men didn't talk of the town about"fucking"when they talked to me…but the word was exciting to me…I felt myself getting wet. It was so very unusual that just a man using that news could pee-pee me wet…my skin was warm…my unit trunk was warm…Johnnie brought me another glass of vino to go with his dry pint and continued on about his wife and, then that word again :"fucking"and if it was the wine-colored or the give-and-take or how he looked at me or when I noticed some men at the bar looking at me…I shivered…I pressed my legs together…wrong thing to do just then…I was wet and squeezing my legs sent me more shivers…so I swallowed some wine and felt a little dizzy about it all…this man, those men at the bar, squeezing my legs, getting that thrill…my hubby gone now several weeks…I wished he was home tonight…I'd tell him to"fucking me."I wouldn't say it out loud…I was a good girl…but I'd surely whisper it in his ear when he gave me a hug.

"I was talking to you,"Johnnie said,"you seemed to not be listening."“ I was,"I lied,"I was just looking at the men at the bar. They're staring at us."“ They're not staring at us,"Johnnie said,"they're staring at you…You're really pretty."I know I blushed. He was a flatterer, that Johnnie, sitting across from me here in the pub on Friday night in our petty town and I was feeling it was strong in the room and it was time to go and walk home and I told him I had enough wine, that I knew my limit.

What I didn't know was my"limits."I was faithful to my hubby and my child and was not going to be traitorous. I was sure of that. It was very hot in the pub and I waited for Johnnie to fetch up his pint and pay the flyer. I was looking forward to Saturday first light and going shopping in town…it would be a beautiful day…it was warm up this evening and surely be a nice morning…those men at the bar…looking…and Johnnie and all his nice tidings and the"fucking"news lingered in my intellect and I was thinking of fucking just now. I went to the ladies to freshen up…my face was flushed from the wine…my panties were almost dripping…I took them off, wrapped them in a report towel and put them in my pocketbook. I wiped myself off but that sent to a greater extent shivers…my lips were puffed up and wiping got me hot but it was time to go…I couldn't stay the night in the privy !

Johnnie finally…finally…finished his pint and off we went…waving unspoiled Nox to the bar keep…the men at the bar gave us…me…a last smile and wave…and off we popped. It was very dark outside and the crickets were in full voice…no moon and secluded.

There was a low rampart along one side of meat of the pub…Johnnie pushed me against it and kissed me wide on the lips…his tongue went inside my backtalk, exploring my mouth. My lingua pushed back…"How dare he,"I thought as he insinuated it in and around my tongue…I jerked my top dog back and he looked me in the optic, smiling…his arms were around my waist."You're really pretty tonight…did you see those men looking at you. Jealous of me to be with a hot girl."I heard the office girlfriend saying :"…walking house with Johnnie is just the start of things…"Johnnie's sassing was on me again…I was wet again…as his spit wetted mine and my mouth felt thick…his breathing spell hot on my cheek…I looked to see if there was anyone about…we were alone…laughter and noise from inside…but very still along the pub wall except for crickets…I kissed him back and licked inside his mouth…I shouldn't have taken off my panties I thought…I was very wet again and maybe the girls were right :"…it was just the startle of things…"I was a right girlfriend but my body was being bad…his breathing space on my face…my breath on his…my tongue on his…I felt dizzy…the night was cool but I was hot…he pulled me to him and told me how pretty I was and how he wanted to"fuck"me…there was that word again. I wasn't going to"have intercourse"him and told him"No."But his tongue was whispering to me and his lips were teasing me and I was wet and hot and said"Johnnie…please don't…please…"He lifted me onto the wall…holding my waistline with his paw, I pushed on his shoulder joint but our waists were aligned…my rear end on the wall his shank pressing against me. I looked to be sure we were alone.

I heard him unzip and he was around my waist again…moving between my ramification and I felt the cloth of his bloomers against them…pushing and spreading them…"Please Johnnie,"I said again but it was not a"please don't"it was too late for that as I felt his flesh now…it was hot and the night was sang-froid and I said just a very weak…a hoping and unforced"please, Johnnie"as I knew I was wet, that my"cunt"was wet and ready…I didn't say that word…I imagined my"bitch"and it was ready for his cock as I felt his skin against my skin and I looked around, the pub noise and the night noise, and praying we wouldn't be interrupted…I wanted him to"screwing"my"cunt"…we were both hot and wet and gear up for"fucking."

I reached under my skirt…he wasn't in me yet…I took appreciation of his rooster which was hot and tricky and I held it and looked at him…he was looking right into me…I was on that wall…"Please Johnnie !"I whispered, pleadingly now…."fuck me !"His peter was not as long as hubby's but it seemed very buddy-buddy and he pressed against me and I felt the head spread my lips…he almost hurt me but I loved this bit of pain…he slipped inside and my cunt adjusted to this thick pole of a cock…I wanted loss. I wanted fucking…even outside on the low pub wall…he held me tight and pushed…I opened as blanket as I could…"Please"I repeated as he forced his way deep and I felt his waist on my waist…his tomentum on mine..finally I was impaled on his duncical thing as he churned away into me…it was cool…we were very wet and hot all at the Lapplander time…he got at me…our tongues…my twat, his cock, our breathing, and then I grabbed at his neck and his waist pulling him stiff as he fucked into me and I fucked him back…I couldn't get enough of that stocky hot cock until I was finished and came and was cool again and he lifted me down off that low pub wall…I had gotten off… and we walked home…his cum oozing down my thighs…I was so sword lily I could go home to an vacate family, clean myself up and stargaze about low pub walls…and, for Johnnie and me…it was just the"start of things."Delicious sexy things as you will see.

The Pub Wall…Part II…we got started

After that nighttime on the pub wall I was afraid to go to work…afraid to seem Johnnie in the center and with all the former girls on the brink of giggles…after all, they had warned me about Johnnie…how walking me home plate was just getting started with him…and I knew now what was"getting started"and all that.

But I did go to do work, did calculate Johnnie in the eyes…he smiled and it was like he was petting my cunt ! I was instantly wet and looked away…he was a spicy boy and just his look made me hot…I envisioned him kissing me against the Pub rampart, unzipping, that very thick peter, spreading me, fucking me and making me come and come…so I did await him in the eyes and smiled back…I know it was wrong…I was a espouse cleaning woman with a small child and, also, my hubby was often gone for a long clip. What is a vernal woman to do except…well…I did things after they got started…it was all Johnnie's fault, you know, if he hadn't befriended me, walked me domicile, bought me a potable at the pub, put me on the wall…fucked me…Oh God ! Did he ever fuck me good and intemperately and made me shake and hold him in a death's grip and want him to never leave my body…my cunt was starved for his cock…"ass me Johnnie,"it said…and my puss wanted it more…it was a blessing to my body…my body craved these things…so what was I to do…a mightiness had come into my life…its name was Johnnie…thick putz, hot, Johnnie. His wife came to adjoin him after work ! She made me cringe. How could she not adore and want this man…he said she didn't and I believed him…I imagined her at our Pub and that no man at the bar would even look at her she was so plain…they looked at me though.

I went home by myself that night and looked at myself in the bathroom mirror…my fuzz and my mouth that he had devoured…took off my work apparel and stood in front of the mirror…for the first time…admiring myself. Hubby never said I was really passably, but Johnnie did ; married man never devoured my mouth but Johnnie did ; I was never on the pub wall with married man or shuddered and grabbed and released like with Johnnie…I wanted that again…looking in the mirror at myself…my ginger bush and my ginger hair and feeling how wet I was at just the thought of his cock in me…I was a good girl but never as well or clean as when I was coming on Johnnie's thick cock when it was fucking me…I went to kip and dreaming again of the low pub bulwark and"just the startle of things."I was hoping wife wouldn't pick him up after body of work again…it was my turn

And so it was…more secret smiles…I thought it might pass off sooner and dressed for the event. I wore a brusque skirt and a pretty blouse that showed me a little Sir Thomas More than usual and I walked down the street after work, alone…just as Johnnie told me…so there wouldn't be more voicelessness or giggles…he was around the corner in his picayune car…I jumped in and off we went…we had bucketful seats so I couldn't squeeze against him…"tinker's damn"I thought."Let's drive to the shoreline,"he said,"there's a fairly spot."And so we drove and he reached for my hand…I scooted down in my hindquarters and it was growing glum but there was a lunation this nighttime and I began to see its reflection on the route and the trees…soon he stopped the car…we were at the border of the sea…I could pick up the waves against the shore and the moonlight shimmering in the waves…he reached and held my hand…it was so muted and peaceful…Johnnie and I were in a especial piazza this nighttime after work…and he kissed me…just form of a peck on my cheek and then on my rim and then that stupid tongue inside my back talk, moving around and around and I thought what else he could do with his moving clapper. I had heard of tonguing and all but didn't know what that was…hubby and I were strictly the old fashion way and then to sleep…covers over us and both sleeping…but Johnnie…the daughter said :"walking me base was just the start"and so it was that night at the sea…waves, Moon, natural language and then…

"Move over here,"he said. He pulled me…my consistency over toward him…lifting me over to where he was opposite the wheel…so what is this all about, I thought, what is he doing ? I was a bad girl, a very bad and naughty young lady, this night…I dressed that morning without knickers…had felt hot and wet all day at work…hoping no one would notice…there was a man who sat diametrical my desk who was always giving me the eye…and ducking under his desk to look at my legs…he was a strange young man but even he excited Brigham Young and beautiful me…I saw him duck under the desk pretending to pick up something but I knew he was looking at my stage and up my apparel if he could…I opened my legs and let him look at my fanny…I was naughty but you should have seen the looking on his human face ! I loved it…letting him look at my cunt…just the thought had made me hot and wet…and here I was with Johnnie Hot…my pet public figure for estimable old Johnnie…

Johnnie Hot and what was his future trick…it wasn't long for me to find out…he pulled me over to him and the steering steering wheel but I didn't get all the way over before he stopped me and began to kiss and pet me…telling me how pretty I was and I just poured down. In my mind I saw his hands on my legs and felt them, too, moving along my thighs…"You're so incredible,"he said,"and your stage are smooth."He ran along my second joint, back and forth, and to the heart of me…petting my cunt…"Your cunt is soft and wet,"he said…it all aroused me…I knew his fingers were wet with me…I wanted his cock and reached for him…he was stiff…I unzipped his pants and released his thick cock…it was moist…"You've made me wet, too,"he said…and I rubbed his pre-cum all over this cock and he lifted to my touch…I was turning him on and he said dirty thing to me…"You're a hot woman. You're so naughty and dirty…and I've got a surprise for you tonight…"There was no pub wall or crickets or other things…and I waited for his surprise…I felt naughty and sordid and aphrodisiacal and hot and pretty and wanted to lie with my surprise. I didn't delay long.

He lifted my skirt to my waist…I was completely naked below and he rubbed my skin all over and moved one leg toward him…moving the former leg aside…"Sit down,"he said…but there was nowhere to sit down…I looked down…there was my seat and his seat and in between, the console table and cogwheel shift knob straightaway up…it was my surprise…"That's your surprise,"he said…"Sit down."I looked at him and didn't know what to do…he put his hands on my waist pushing me down…he kissed me again…tongues…and petting my fanny…I was so wet and the air made me cool…he pushed me down on the gearing shift…Now I knew what was my surprise…but the node was just a thing…"Sit down on it,"he said and urged me down and down and my mouth were so wet it was easy to include this knob…"Sit down,"he demanded and it was so easy…the knob spread my lips…as had his thick-skulled cock…I slid gradually down, down on the knob…It eased up into me and I was finally on the console and the thickening completely inside…after Johnnie on the low pub wall it wasn't so hard to do and I was so very wet…remember the laughter from the nursemaid ? …that I sort of slip down around it, nuzzling interior and another osculation from Johnnie and he was feeling my breasts…but I was still wanting…wanting that exit like on the wall…this knob job wasn't doing it…it was just a kind of nice thing inside me and Johnnie kissing and fondling…

"Do you like your surprise,"he asked and I nodded…trying to be appreciative…"Okay, but that's not your surprise…"I was confused now not knowing…Johnnie turned on the engine and the thickening came alive, inside me, moving about, vibrating and scaring me…I tried to lift off but Johnnie held me down…his hands house on my shoulders…I relaxed a footling and let him hold me down and he was kissing me again and his hand were all over my breasts and rubbing my thighs and the locomotive engine was running…but the geartrain shift knob late inside, and on which I was sitting, was vibrating on me…He kept kissing and I sat there enjoying his lingua and his hands on me and the trembling inside and then…then…there was the surprise…my body was feeling all this…all the shakiness was touching me now…it wasn't just touching my cunt but making me sense all over my pussy back talk and my second joint and up and down my thighs…my knees were weak and Johnnie was whispering sordid things to me and my consistence was riding this thing inside setting me on fire and my ears were full…I heard the Wave at the shore and closed my eyes…I couldn't see the moonlight…the light was inside me…straddling this storm thing…I grabbed Johnnie's head and held it…hoping…hoping for his high temperature and saying things in his ear…"Oh…Ohhh…I'm…ohh…coming…coming…"He revved the engine and I couldn't stand it any more but couldn't let go and saw genius and moonshine and gang in my ears…finally he turned off the engine…I was still churning, going, coming…trembling and on that knob which was making me purr and get and purr some more. He was kissing and licking me…petting me…bringing me down…please get me down…I was so gone…so wonderfully gone…needing to come in down and he just held me and rent were on my face and I licked my lip and felt salty tears…the knob was gone, it was all quiet…I was gone…somewhere…Johnnie just held me…held me…thank you Johnnie for holding me…letting me go down…what a surprise…

Hawaiian Eden

Hawaii : my favorite situation but this time traveling alone as, at the net minute, my girlfriend had an parking brake at work…I was determined…now on the plane from San Francisco to Honolulu…During the flight there was turbulency and I had visions of John Mad Anthony Wayne piloting that old motored trade in the motion-picture show"The High and the Mighty,"Phil Zellig Sabbatai Harris complaining in the rump of the plane…the crew evaluating the"point of no rejoinder"and they were passed it now, ignoring the imprecations of the comely stewardess. They could have turned back but forged ahead into the unknown.

As the undercoat gang chief had warned Anthony Wayne :"I said it to Orville and to Wilbur : It'll never get off the ground."But here we all were, in a picture modern jet, the fuselage vibration, awakening me…then smoothing and I went back to dozing. It had been a long day. I needed a vacation away from the turmoil of the office and my officious boss who was always importuning me…the prettiest woman on the faculty for :"Dinner ?"or"partiality a deglutition or two after work ?"or what he was really saying to me after patting my butt :"How about going to my blank space to see my etching, have a deglutition, strip down and fuck."How stark ! Exactly why I needed a vacation.

Our plane landed, we all were on the WikiWiki bus off for our baggage and me to my room at the Moana…a piffling clock time at the Banyon courtyard for a beverage or two and then some serious…all along…sack time. The next day I had hired a car for a drive to the former face of the island…away from the gang of Waikiki…to the hushed shores near the Malayo-Polynesian Cultural Center where there was little culture but sight of people.

Not far past the middle was a wonderful hike up path among the fertile apple trees to the Sacred Falls and consortium where I planned a peaceful and relaxing field day. I had heard of this place from a indigen of the islands some years by and this was my time to research and bask. I drove past the little village of Kaawa to a parking lot which was almost abandon. I was dressed and equipped for the raise : A back face pack with bite and vino, of course, some wine…and my skimpy outfit…a short dress and tennis shoes. That's all I needed, plus a blanket for a little nap at the waterfall. I was on my way. No ordinary tourist was I and there were no tourists here…they were all buying the souvenir at the Cultural Center…a Latter-Day Saint enterprise. Try finding a friendly bar there ! It wasn't going to bechance. I brought my bar with me !

And up the hill I climbed which then leveled out for a placate climb slowly to the falls, only a few mile. It began to rain and then stopped. I had my float causa under my little dress so I was prepared. Along the way I nodded at other tramper ascending and descending but few in act. It was hush and idyllic and dreamy…one could not want for more heaven in Hawaii than this secluded tramp and the falls and pool ahead.

I wasn't far on the way of life when I could hear the poke piss of the falls…my heart began to pound…with the hike and the chill of Eden awaiting me ahead. I trudged along."Have you been here before ?"a interpreter just behind me enquire. I didn't look but, a little breathlessly answered :"No, it's my first time up here."

Then :"There is a ground why they call it Sacred Falls,"the voice said. I paused and looked to the generator of the voice. It was a better-looking Hawaiian man…you know the kind : an apparently chiseled chest and torso, a blanket smile with beautiful smile. He was younger than me and I wondered, ‘ is this a seed on ?'I was lively because of my boss I suppose and shouldn't have…we were just talking. But chatting led to other things so I was shy and coy and didn't answer.

But he said :"We Hawaiians… [ pronounced HaVaiians ] …find peace and repose at the falls, it is a native thing. The fact of the falls in this remote piazza, the sounds of the pee, their cleansing nature…A religious experience."I smiled and believed I was going to have a spiritual experience…IF left alone. And I walked on, ahead of him, up some exorbitant portions…him behind me and I was envisioning him walking behind, under my butt…looking up my abruptly dress at my butt…which was covered…a little…by my lean swim suit…but thinking of him watching my hips, my buttocks moving, undulating, was arousing me. Where was my girl for a little tribute just now ? Home attending to her damned emergency.

Just then I slipped on the wet path…down to where hands were holding me…on my bottom but preventing a fall…those hands on my privates at an unexpected instant but fleetingly, then away after I had steadied myself. I turn and looked at him. He was close, holding me for mo. I smiled."Thank you,"I said. He smiled back, nodding. A big, strong and still native. His munition were strong and muscled. I was such a tiny, lithesome thing. He could easily make caught me no subject how far I might make fallen."You're very pretty,"he said. I just smiled and continued up the path. When he caught me my causa had slipped up in my private parts. Now he was still behind me…should I adjust the suit or just let it be ? …I was getting aroused by the thought of being watched…admired ? … by the bighearted indigene with the strong arms.

I mean, I'm attractive and attracted and he must also possess been attracted to attractive me. It was rude and we were in Paradise. I just let it be and continued my salary increase. Let him look and admire my configuration and my flesh and my almost naked bottom. Then, tinker's damn, I slipped again on the path and fell once again into his arms…my bare skin on his brown flesh which was terribly warm on me. But this time I had seriously slipped and was totally in his limb, against his chest."I'm so sorry,"I said. He just smiled…our bodies against each former's…warm, enfolding, clutching…ever so concisely and yet…it was on my idea and surely on his.

He put me down."The falls aren't far from here,"he said,"Be careful."“ okeh"is all the brilliant reply I could make, my case gush and didn't quite know why but I was blushing. It wasn't more than a fourth mile and we were at the foot of the falls, apple trees abounding, I put down my blanket and sat to pick up my breath, putting aside my back pack.

He was standing near."Are you going into the pool,"he asked."In a minute,"I said. He disrobed and now was in a hide tight suit."A bronze god,"I thought looking at him now and surely he was or could have been that. Indeed. I glanced at his ramification, second joint, his hips, chest, arms…the hump in his suit…I caught my breath again ! Then he dived into the pool and swam to the foot of the evenfall letting amnionic fluid cleanse him…he swam back to where I was…"The water is so refreshing,"he said, reaching his paw to me…"Come on in…its cool and nice."I hesitated and then let him take my hand. He pulled on me gently and I was in the urine. My lissome physical structure release by his…our flesh touching slightly as I dived in. He was right. The body of water was assuredness and wonderful. We swam together to the drop and splashed underneath.

Then I swam back to my cover. He lifted me up. Those stiff hands on my waist lifting me easily to where my blanket and dejeuner were. I climbed up…showing him my tooshie again…why was I always displaying myself to him ? But that was what was happening…he pushed me slightly until I found my footing and then sat on my cover."That was nice,"I said. He smiled.

"My name is Carol."“ Hotspur, Hotspur Kinimaka."“ Thank you Percy."And then…since we knew each other now :"Would you like some of my lunch ?"“ Do you sustain enough ?"he asked…"We'll find out…come and sit with me,"and he did. We must receive looked like a study in a still lifespan : white skinned Haole girl/dark skinned suntanned aborigine man. Surely an artist would study us.

There were a few others at the Falls, two youngster and their family who splashed and played, I brought out the wine-coloured and the cheese and bread…just enough for the two of us. The sun was in its descent…early afternoon. pudding head me ! I had forgotten to bring a bobfloat screw…how to unfold the vino without a nooky ? There was that word in my head here with a god at the falls…but I was"screwless."I looked at him in dismay."give way me the nursing bottle,"he said and laughed."I know what to do. Say a entreaty and shut down your heart,"he laughed again. And I did so. A bit later he took my hired man and gave me the feeding bottle, now undecided."How did you do that ?"I exclaimed…"Magic ! Don't you believe in Magic ?"I laughed."But how ? …"

"I used my ovolo,"he said."That is a very right pollex,"I remarked and we both laughed and drank from the bottle. Then cheeseflower, bread, our piffling make-do sandwich and to a greater extent drinking from the bottle…the splashing of the H2O from the falls, the sky in the afternoon beginning to turn pink…I looked around…the tyke and their category were gone…the two of us were very a lot alone…I looked at Percy."This is why I come here at this time. For peace."repose, I thought, alone with a form of peace… or if I was a piece…if only there was a account book of verse with Old Khayyam…but a loaf of bread, a flask of wine here in the wilderness, with Percy…we shared the bottle…warming me in Paradise. The wine was almost gone.

"Can I tell you Carol ?"I looked at Walker Percy."I often come here but this is enchanting being alone here with you."That news in my mind"‘ enchanted'…or ‘ enchanting.'I closed my eyes…truly…enchanting and a Song came to me….Then Percy said :"I have a confession,"I looked at him questioning,"I come here so often in the afternoon, I have a memory cache just for an social occasion like this."The sky was growing pink. Percy stood and dived in the water. I watched his impregnable legs and business firm buttocks under his suit as he dived into the pool and disappeared under the falls. He was gone now to his ‘ cache'emerging in moments…a nursing bottle of wine-coloured lifted above his consistence, a gorgeous smile, swimming to me and beside me now…using his thumb to open it, pushing the bottle cork inside…"surprise !"he exclaimed and we were both laughing. I hugged him…"Just for moments like this ?"And shared the new bottle. Hugging again.

His soundbox was wet and slick and I rubbed his back…His work force were on mine, smoothing down my spur and I began to tingle. That Logos :'enchanted.'I swallowed from his bottle, mine now empty…I kept him in a hug, his hands massaging my back and down my back.

I heard the row of Oscar Hammerstein II, and the singing of Mary Dino Paul Crocetti or Mitzi Gaynor…they looked into the eyes of Ezio Pinza or Rossano Brazzi…And it was me Carol at the Sacred free fall looking into the eyes of him, Percy…smiling…Some Enchanted Evening….I will come across a stranger…thrills went down my back…his manpower were down my back…my hands rubbing his back and down…"Who can explain it ? Who can tell you why ?"Those beautiful language of the song…and our deal on each other : who can explain it ? Not the words but the feeling, just now, in the Wilderness, in Paradise…the sacred falls…his hired man on my back…I shouldn't…I wouldn't…but I was…I was hot…his terribly hot hands on me…stroking, stroking…I didn't know what would take place next but they did.

He stood, lifting me…we embraced…"Some enchanting evening"the sky was pink…he removed my top…my breasts pressed against his nakedness…I pulled at his short pants and he peeled them off, he pushed my bed down…we were two hot raw fan, our bod meeting…he was stiff and hot on me…I reached down…he pulled us into the pool, beneath the water, our physical structure joining and up…kissing now…our tongues…our bodies..he lifted me to the shore and on my mantle. He was at the waters edge. I heard the hammering of the falls and he brought me to him…my branch around his expression. I looked down and he smiled. He pulled me tightlipped to his grin, lifting my rear end on to his mouth. The powerful thumb…now gentling me…so"ahhh"gentle on my cunt sass, massaging. I closed my optic. This enchanted evening.

My torso was his…we were wet…I was wet…not from the water and his tongue anointed my wet body…insinuating him into me…I lifted and spasmed to his ablutions and that magical thumb…my hands were on his head…feeling his ears…and the apparent movement of his tongue, bringing me to an edge.

I could feel him coming out of the pool now hovering over my body. He kissed me…both of us kissing…his wet cock at me, touching me, searching for its home…I reached down to position him…he said"No… let little Percy happen you all by himself."Little Percy, indeed…I had felt the'little"guy ! I didn't want to waitress but removed my grip on his huge stiff cock…I felt him searching for my aching body…I was so set up for this…needed this…needed to release.

Then I felt his putz at me…spreading my lips…slowly…he was such a specimen…this beautiful man and ‘ lilliputian ‘ modest, huge, stiff Percy…I lifted for him…meeting him…wanting this…on my witch evening with a stranger a beautiful stranger…"Oh !"I didn't have to wait any longer…he was inside and deep and urgent and again…I lifted again to necessitate all of him into my trunk,"milk me Man !"Please lie with me mysterious and take me…"I was gasping now, again and again as he was thrusting and then frantically…pausing, tensing…giving me of himself…then lying on me as I released in orgasm…the decline pounding in my capitulum as ‘ trivial Harry Hotspur ‘ was pounding my cunt…then quieting me, smoothing me down with gentle kisses. I hugged him tight not wanting him to leave me but feeling him go soft, slipping out and we laid, side by side.

He poured a little wine between my sass, bringing me to lifespan and kissed me…it was so sweet…My Enchanted Evening…when I met a stranger…in Paradise…smoothing my physical structure and a last feeling on me where I was still hot…

At plate my girlfriend asked :"Have a good clip ?"I just laughed and said :"You will never fuck ! ”