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buns View Mirror, component part I by phyllisroger

I used to walk household from my after-school job…a couple miles or more…and in those days…of having my first job…I was enjoying my sexuality…my breasts were sizable and boy made me pay attention to myself with their looks and stares before I knew all about'things.'But by this time, I was a piffling elderly and liked to show myself off to boy and my teachers…it made me find significant besides just being a full girl with good grad.

It was still a very private matter : show and show off but…well, it was then I began to go to school without panty and it made me feel brave though it was from some of the other missy that I first heard about not wearing them. Little did the male child know when they admired me, there was only the fabric of my schooling wearing apparel separating their feeling from something truly special that would have opened their eyes wide and pull in them lick their lip. Just walking around that way aroused me Edward Young body.

But after work, in my sexy pantyless State Department, I would walk home and think of schooling and my job and, in detail, the older boy who also worked there. He had a lowly 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 figurehead seat…But I almost sat on his dog and jumped out the door…he said :"Get in back,"and moved the arse for me as I jumped back in and sat in the little jump seat with my legs partly up and my dress 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 arcminute his dog jumped back on me and I pushed it away."That's okay…he ilk people and won't bite. Just pet him behind the ears,"he said and I did. bow-wow licked my cheek as I rubbed his capitulum and he beat his legs around, pushing my apparel down and exposing my pegleg. I pushed it back up but the doggie was enjoying his ears being rubbed, was very excited and his paw fumbled all over me, messing my dress and even stepping on my crotch !

I looked in my acquaintance's rear vista 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 tush. There was little elbow room in the fundament and he was finally sitting between my legs and panting…his doggie tongue going back and Forth River, slobbering on my dress so I pushed him down and away. legal injury thing to do !

I pushed him down between my legs and he licked my leg on one side and then the other and I was still rubbing his pinna as I was told. I looked in the raise view mirror. My acquaintance's eyes were glued to the scene in his back seat and I realized why. My attire was pushed to my waist and he could see my bleakness underneath. I thought he would look away and give me privacy but he didn't. He said :"Go ahead !"I didn't know what he meant but the doggie was still licking up my legs and it felt sound. I wanted more doggie biff and he was full-of-the-moon of slug : the side of this leg, then that, and my friend staring. It was suddenly very quiet in the lilliputian car or was it that my auricle were ringing ? I felt hot there in the back seat with doggie, a defeat natural language and those eyes in the raise view mirror…watching.

He moved the mirror to a slant and I could see myself now and my privates and then the bow-wow at piece of work and it was all very erotic to me just then. I laid my promontory back to becharm my breath. amiss thing to do again ! Because then the bow-wow licked right on my pussy. This one big lap of his spit was startling and then another lick…my body jolted."Let him thrash 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 scatter my twat rim for him…it was naughty…but I was aroused and wanted more licking and he was doing just that. When I watched my friend's eyes and his grinning it made me even hotter like I was not only cuming for the doggy but also with him at the Saame prison term and I opened my legs wider to show him everything I had. I was slender, with ample titty and my slit was getting ginger whisker and I felt proud and hot showing myself to him as the dog kept at me. It was all unwritten and dirty and my pinna were full.

Then I felt a tremor at my waist and my legs got shaky as the dog licked me all over and between my lips and on my clit, which made me sway. Doggie churned me and licked and licked. My mind was laid back, my eyes were closed and I peeked to see my friend gripping the wheel. He was breathing deeply too at the shot. 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 frantic with my taste. I hoped we'd never get home !"Ohhh ! Ohh ! Mmmm"I was murmuring as the heat at my waistline traveled along my body, my nipples hard. Then the doggie slowed and finished and I was still dripping on the little seat and pushed him away. I couldn't take any more. That dog had made me cum hard on that naughty tongue and all in unornamented sentiment. I was still breathing hard as the car stopped. I was home. I straightened my dress.

"Ride household tomorrow ?"my protagonist asked as I got out of the car. I was still in a ignite, dream-like land. I didn't answer him but I think he knew. I couldn't hold to get off work the following day and"get off"again.

tail end aspect Mirror, Part II

I got out of his car, petted the beautiful dog on his head word and ears, very soft cuddly auricle, and he licked my hand ;"dog slobber"on my handwriting,"Yuk !"but when I walked into my firm my crotch was still wet and dripping with his other"slobber"which made me shake and crib past Mum to my room and get the near tissue to clean up. I sat on the bed, cleansing and touching and laid back ; my legs bare and cool and played with myself, still wetting up and came again quickly."Honey, occur down and help with me with the tater !"It was Mum and she broke the spell, putting on my step-in so I wouldn't drip mold, cleaning again and down to help with dinner party."Your face is red,"Mum said,"did you run house from work ? You seem out of breath."I just nodded and began peeling and dreaming of the next 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 work was a genuine annoyance and it wasn't until various days later that he was back at body of work."I had to get my car repaired,"he said, smiling at me."I'll see you after work."My warmness skipped a beat and the clock moved sluggish. It was pay day and I got my package :"Mum won't be back for a duet More minute,"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 back ass again, he was already checking me out in his rear view mirror and if some girls take awhile to get in the modality for fun it wasn't this girl or this dog, he was already nosing around. It was a warmly day, windows down, the air blowing my hair, the olfactory sensation of the ocean and my head was resting, my spike 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 mood just as speedy as that his friend got in the front and we all said"Hi"and off we went. Now I pushed the dog away from me and held his collar making him sit beside and away from me ; he was just as confused as was I at these developments. spill about"three's a crowd"well we had a gang and a dog and a serious turn off but I didn't say anything and we were at the beach, parked on a low cliff but where I could learn the moving ridge and the mewlling gulls with their piercing cries.

"I brought some snacks and affair,"my work friend said,"let's just relax here. It's very pretty. You're very pretty. Come on, just relax, my Quaker knows all about things."I couldn't believe my ears at that remark but what was I to do. I was in the endorse bum of a two doorway car. I had nowhere to go and had all kinds of expectations but now, none at all.

We all shared some delicacy and a drink and the dog was squirming and trying to get out of my handgrip."He's anxious,"he said,"just let him loose 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 calf and my knee and above my human knee and two boys in the look seat, one looking through the mirror and the other adjusting in his seat looking right at me. He smiled and I grimaced. I wasn't ready for a minute boy even if HE was set up for a appearance but the dog was surely ready and randy and this time he was humping my leg, licking my face, then trying to nose me and I was being watched by four oculus in the front buns and I was breathing hard now, nerve red, ears ringing, sea gull crying and my body crying for that dog no matter where I was and suddenly I didn't care who was watching.

It was a hot scene. Then it wasn't just the dog cock that was out but two more than unshakable shaft were out and everyone was petting everyone it seemed…the new boy climbed in the back behind and kissed me, putting my hand on him. His prick was slippery ; I was slippery and he pulled up my dress, I was past it now and didn't charge, I surprised myself and was stroking turncock, opening my slit for the dog with my other paw, and dog was at me with his stupid, terrific, wet, long tongue all over me there and everything was dreamy in my head teacher and dead body, my legs were tingly and active, like the boy's stiff cock,"Don't catch,"he said,"Ohh, just like that, don't, don't stop,"and he lifted his derriere 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 hand and slumped in the seat, so it was my turn now to talk to my dog and his tongue was up me and out and around and inside again, I opened my eyes and there was our device driver wanking himself and spending on the direction wheel, the dog was licking my ambrosia and humping his dick toward me as I kept pushing him off…but I scooted down for more tongue and there were hands on my legs, then a hand on the dog's cock guiding it to me, hitting at my slit rim, wetting me more but he was one frantic canine at this point poking at a very frantic girl's body. I said"No !"and then"No !"again but matter were out of control.

The dog was hurting my rear when he missed and missed again, that sharp pointy thing missing the brand, stabbing away."Scoot down more ; go up up a niggling ; don't vamp an animal."“ No ! Don't,"I said but lifted up more, scooting down. My ears were wax and I scooted down ; this time he didn't miss and I felt this fluid turncock stab again but pang sliding inside and I had set the dog on fervency, pounding me inside, again and again. I was on fire, my twat hot and ready, lifting and writhing on this stabbing affair ; we were joined and"No, don't"had become"No, don't stop."The rear view mirror showed my startled eye like they were in a trance, I knew my whole body was tense, waiting for another thrust and another and I was hearing words like the boy ‘ s :"Don't plosive consonant. Please don't, don't stop. Just there just there, Ohh, ohh."Words wouldn't come ; licking my backtalk, 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 garb, hoping Mum hadn't come home early. I needed a bath ; I was still in a sweat, needed to pick up and cool down. She wouldn't believe I had run home a second time that hebdomad and I didn't want to explain, obviously."It was just a one sentence thing."I said."I'm not that kind of girl."And thinking, wondering, about the next drive home."Bye !"and the two of them drove off, me finally at dwelling house, 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 dress in mind and it would be gentle to lift up for things.



Not just my toes got care !

I loved to get ready for Sabbatum dark and as a Thomas Young girlfriend showing off my"ware"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 most of the day getting ready for the Nox : laying out my dress, what I would wear ( and not wear ! I was a sexy thing and didn't wear a complete outfit if you get my speck ). My routine : a exhaustive bathing tub and after that, my eubstance all radiant, a pedicure.

Mum and Sister were out for their own Saturday routine and I was alone in the theatre to indulge and primp myself. I had a day of the month that Nox for the saltation ; 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, set of kissing and cuddling and thinking about Sabbatum night got me going in ways even during the day.

Our house was tranquilize with everyone else gone and after my bath I was toweled and squatting on a low ordure painting my finger and now my toes. Everything had to gibe : finger's breadth, toes, hairsbreadth ribbon setting off my frock. My feet in a pan of warm piddle, knees up and sitting on the stool, my short doggie nearby, tongue out as usual, walking to my pan of weewee, sniffing around, looking up as I patted his head and began to trim back my toenails, pooch licking my fingers and sniffing my toes when I took a human foot from the warm up water, I patted his head and stroked his piano ears.

So picture this : a pretty girl, like me, only covered with a towel ( covered ? Not totally brood, I mean it was just a towel. ) but I was alone in our kitchen, knees up, towel slipping to my waist, my privates, radiant from the bath, and there for the world to see but I was alone and private, pretty much alone, stage apart to honorable reach my feet, my toes closed together, the sass of my slit closed but my crotch open so I could get at my feet, doggie ready for head-patting, hand drubbing, me thinking of my day of the month at the terpsichore that night, totally unclouded from my bath, but thinking of what particular date and I would be doing and feeling in saturnine turning point of the dance hall and afterward when he would play with me and I would"dance"my body on his hand, how his fingers would surely get me hot and piddle me cum as he fingered my kooz, that he would whisper in my ear and osculate my mouth and severalise me how pretty I am and how he loved my naked slit ; that he was glad 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 sentiment to his diffuse doggie head, his licking doggie tongue on my hand and then my toes but then he went between my knees and his coldness olfactory organ brought me back to the kitchen and my pedicure. I pushed him away :"Naughty boy. Your olfactory organ is cold !"and he looked up at me rummy, seeming to smile and licking his mouth.

Then I was back to my foot and the insensate nose again that shocked me but doggie had my scent and wanted more, his nose 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 backside sent a thrill like it was my date was at me, but now it was during the day, an early excitement before the terpsichore that night and I pushed his intrude away.

There wasn't anything wrong about an innocent dog or me and my pedicure but that cold nose was unexpected and shocking and brought thoughts of Saturday Night to the here and now and I wasn't ready yet I thought. It was this unknown affair in my idea and I was alone, it was muted, my Mum and sisters wouldn't be back anytime soon ; doggie looked harm when I pushed him off, his center looked sad and would I let him"nose me"again ?

I wasn't tardily. I was a respectable female child but his low temperature nose was exciting my privates and it was our very secret thing ; who would know ; the kitchen was quiet except my pinna were ringing ; then doggie's wet cold olfactory organ was back on my slit spreading my lips apart with another shocking swoop. My branch opened more as legs will and that frigidity olfactory organ from tooshie to top, sliding up my wet slit, hitting my button, sending a jounce and I put my hand on his head, this time petting his nose, his thrilling nose and then that tongue, up the walls of my scratch again,"Good doggie,"this time, getting me wet, his lingua had my taste and he was at it.

It was too deep for me to stop ; I wanted this now ; I was preceding thinking, it was too gamey, too proficient and shake and forbidden all together, tongue and fanny now in control. I was dancing in my mind feeling just thing. My towel slipped off and I was smoothing my knee and down my legs, spreading my lip for my stimulate bow-wow and his uneasy tongue, making me spend, licking up my spend and I was petting his ears, lifting his backtalk on me. His tongue was dipping inside my incision for more than and I was hot at my center ; my trunk was throbbing now as his cold nose and hot tongue were bringing me off like no engagement had ever done at any dance or in any drab turning point, my toes curling up, and here in the midsection of my tranquillity kitchen I could hear my date voicelessness as I came and came, this clip not on his fingers, as he was holding my face. This clock time coming on a Edward Young pooch's tongue and I was holding doggie ‘ s face, hoping he wouldn't full stop, not now in the middle 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 stadium, both of us panting. I looked down at my base, easing them down in the body of water and finally cooling down from my thrilling pedicure. Saturday Night had come early. I knew I was guilty of this but had the right to remain unsounded even with the sonorousness still loud in my ears and making me smiling, licking my lips.

A Vow Broken…or Was it ?

It wouldn't happen these Clarence Shepard Day Jr. but when my boyfriend and I started dating there were different rules : condoms were hard to see, virginity was important, casual sex was for ‘ other'people, etc., etc. So it is no surprisal that when Brett and I started getting serious we made sacred promises to each former including :"no sex before marriage"though we loved each other. And, you know, being just fry we stuck to it. I mean, after we began dating he kissed me on our 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 rest was downhill…or rising 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 electrical resistance act at first, to taunt him…it felt so good to have his bridge player on me there, his fingers getting slippery from me…and then I was unzipping him…heavy hugging during and after a show at the drive-in…It was the firstly erect rooster I had seen, or stroked or kissed…I learned all about peter and how to squeeze, kiss, caress, draw it wet…then he got me to work out him. He showed me all about my consistency but we still kept our promised to hold back until"later'to go ‘ all the way.'Brett ad I were sticking to our mutual vow…barely. I was heroic for what the literal matter would be like but we had agreed to wait. We had taken the Vow !

One dark we were at a party at a friend's house and we young lady got to talking…the male child on another side of the room…I told them about my vow with Brett and it got discussed and some of the girls tittered at that and said we'd really already had sex…just not penetration. Of course, his smashed cock had penetrated my lip and his digit had penetrated my wet cunt and …I loved it when we did that…but no tool penetrating cunt…and we were proud of that but there it was…the penetration word…we were abstaining from that one, penultima, thing…indulging in the quietus. Later I told Brett about our conversation and we both agreed to cover with our vows…meaning : no penetration…most but not all of our emotions were satisfied without that part. I confess I had impulse beyond what we did…I didn't tell Brett of my frustration but I took concern 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 threefold date and drove to the beach. We had a yoke six packs…we weren't unadulterated prudes…and sat on the Amandine Aurore Lucie Dupin on cover my lady friend brought and we were soon drinking, laughing, kissing, smell and all…Brett was under my frock, inside my scanty as usual, his fingers setting me on blast and my girl 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 heavy ?"With all the fondling, breathing and fingering I didn't notice when my girl and her particular date got up and stood over us…just shadows… My girlfriend said :"We're going to consume an interference for you two lovebirds,"and then her young man announced :"Right here…right now !"I didn't know what to retrieve or say…

My branch 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 stuff is shit !"

It was two former guy rope who were at the party a few workweek before…I was shocked and a small scared. What would happen ? They had planned all this. Did Brett love, too ? My mind was a mess…my torso hot…but my creative thinker a mess.

"We're taking accusation here, you two idiots. Brett's girl is one hot chick and I've wanted to fuck her myself,"the voice in the darkness said. I tried to see his face but everything was phantasma. And the moving ridge were pounding…the sand in my toes. There was Moon and clouds and the pounding of the wafture and my head was throbbing."There's a time for shtup,"he said…"that time is now !"

I started to stand but hired man 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 help but Brett was mum. What an asshole ! I think he liked the whole scene…I thought he might even have planned it…"This wasn't my estimation, honest,"he said. He was still a suspect ! And now there were hands, lots of hands, holding my wrist joint above my head and grabbing my ramification at the ankles, holding them apart, my dress at my shank, my common soldier only protected by my wet panties…I was prone and twisted away…they pulled me back."Help !"I said. The Wave pounded against the audio of my vocalism."You can't do this ! Stop !"

Brett was outnumbered and helpless at this peak. I didn't know what to do…screaming was a waste on that detached beach. The waving were loud in my ears…the sky overcast…I couldn't see any whizz. No moon and I was being held by solid guys…my girl was no help…she whispered to me :"No one's going to hurt you,"she said with a mild, reassuring tone. Her hands were on me ; she pulled up my dress…took down my panties. I was now open to the existence. I was scared…but I knew I wouldn't be hurt…at the worst I would get fucked…how bad could it be ? But I wasn't going to be easy and tried to writhe away."God ! What a trunk,"one guy said.

"Can't let that pretty puss go to wastefulness,"said another. There was that exciting word…cunt…and it was my cunt…which until a few second before was wet, hot and arouse. Now, I confess, the conniption and the workforce holding…it was all exciting and my mind pounded. Another confession : I was still wet, hot, excited and still a fiddling scared.

I was in the loyal grip of hombre who were filled with lust…lust for my body…I was pulsing and frightened at it all but, yes, I was also replete of lust on the blanket, at the beach, with the sounds of nature…my body naked…legs spread…I felt the air cooling and also exciting me…I squirmed again…then :"I want to get down and clobber that affair,"said yet another and I felt a mouth on my little virginal cunt…I flexed…a hot glossa licking up one side and then up the other…a cold poke moving on my clit…which stiffened to the tongue and I squirmed again but this time, spontaneously, it felt so good…I fought the feeling…didn't want my consistency to respond but it did. I dug my bottom into the cover but two script lifted my prat cheeks…thumbs spreading me. This had to arrest. The air was sang-froid, waves were licking the shoreline…the defeat of my twat was continuing. I tried to locomote to one side of meat, then the other, my legs being held, and squeezed my pussy but the licking…Oh God…that spit ! Hands lifting me up…the licking continued. I couldn't help it and then another lick. I had to let myself go now. My body had taken charge.

"She's a severely 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 know. I was thrashing my head from slope to side…"No…don't"I said but now I was just mumbling. His hired man was on my breadbasket, pulling my skin back…lifting my clit…a nose, a thumb…it was too, too good. I couldn't help myself and lifted for more of his marvelous tongue.

His tongue was slipping in me and along my cunt paries as I twisted from English to side…I opened my eyes and saw Brett in the shadows…he just stood there, watching me…the Bastard ! 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 get a line it. It came again, with the waves,"Uh, UH, UH, OH"I spasmed. The beach was cheap and alive with water rushing in, rushing out ; my feelings were rushing the same…my cheeks hot, blushing. I hoped they couldn't see me. He pushed on my abdomen, licking harder…in an awful, beautiful rhythm…he was a bastard…all of them…Brett and all of them.

"You wet bitch,"the licker said…looking up…"You are so fucking wet !"It was true…I was.

I tried once more to wrestle away and I slipped from his grasp on my snatch brim but only briefly as he encircled my pegleg with his arms, lifting me for serious 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 other captor sensing my lust, released my carpus. My girlfriends whispered Good Book coming to me again :"No one's going to spite you."To be reliable it didn't hurt so far…NO ! it didn't hurt at all. I was starting to hurt for more.

My hands went to the chief of this licking by-blow at my shank and I rode that face…writhing on his oral fissure as waves were pulsing inside me now. Suddenly he stopped."She's make guys !"he said…"My tongue's tired ! Jesus of Nazareth !"I started to slack a piddling, my wet kitty-cat candid to the Nox but my ankles were still held…my script covered my privates and for the first prison term I realized how wet I was…I had never been that wet…I was embarrassed and looked into the morose dark of these hombre and my girlfriend…but I hadn't cum yet…it had felt good but my body needed finishing…my body was thirsting for the finale but was cooling down rapidly. I said aught but I was silently begging for more….my snatch was aching…the cool air was on my cunt lips..inside I was bursting and hot.

"come on Brett. We've got her ready…now fetch up her !"Oh no, I thought : OUR VOWS ! I looked up. Brett just stood there…looking at me, the view, the guy wire 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 take a turn at her…she's ready…so let's go."Brett looked at me, at my oculus, I looked back…my legs being held and spread open…my pussy hot and dripping, my genial state confused and hot…and I do mean 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 point back, closed my eyes…It was true : I was hot, and set up and aching…

"Make up your mind, guy,"it was the vox 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 forefront :"No !"I said, but just gumming. I could see he was weakening. He was so bountiful, a tent in his shorts, 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 motion. We had promised each other, respective meter and here we were…them or him…I just closed my middle 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."

import passed…I heard a zipper…zippers ? …and then felt individual getting between my legs…I stared up at the dark sky…my hands over my privates, hired hand taking my radiocarpal joint away from my hot dead body, exposing me again, pushing them back over my head. I felt movement between my branch and a firm cock thrusting at me, I looked up at Brett, standing there, looking down….then someone held my wrist joint, firmly, I was candid and ready…more poking at my cunt then spreading my pussy lips…the shadowy trope knelt close…"It's him or me,"said the guy between my legs…"One cobbler's last chance…make your pick, 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 supporter me."I didn't know if he heard me with all the waving pounding…my psyche pounding.

The wave were aloud. I hoped he heard the desperation in my voice. I waited. I was numb and closed my eyes again. I didn't have to wait long as I felt a cock Menachem Begin teasing my pussy sass but then it moved away ... my men still held away from my privates…I felt dizzy, confused. I wanted pricking. I waited. I was so incredibly hot, bequeath, vulnerable…not scared…wanting…there was more movement on the blanket and then :

A slit was pressing at me, teasing again, massaging my draw lips. I kept my eyes shut, listening to the waves, the dick was playing at me, over and over, and I was hungry for it and flexed…I wanted to feel what a real tool 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 ? right hand then I wanted hot soma, without my hands guiding it…a prick fucking me, taking controller. It was what I had dreamed of on so many nights after heavy kissing with Brett. I couldn't tell him about it…now it had all come to me there in the night on the mantle at the beach. I wanted the real thing fucking me. I listened to the buffeting Wave and wanting my own pounding…that prick was entering me now and I lifted to touch it.

I was a imprisoned to my body, mind and captors…whoever it was inside me was taking it slow…milking. But wait ! This wasn't my conversant ‘ 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 thing inching into me was awful…I lifted as it squeezed inside…stretching me, exploring, the guys released my carpus, sensing now my willingness…it was hurting me and I reached for it…my hands were at my waistline, smoothing my legs…feeling my pilus, my clit…this hot thick cock…I outlined it with my fingernails…I wanted this…opening myself more…they released my legs…my fingers touching on this frightening, terrific thing that began stroking inside…each fourth dimension going deeper…hands lifting my bottom…I wanted all of the prick and stroking and fucking…feeling it prompt in and out of me…"OH !"I exclaimed as he hit into me.

It was my turn 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 breathing time on me. Brett was at my ear, whispering"I didn't want this. I love you darling."I could only grunt and mumble and lift for more.

Brett was whispering but was he also fucking me ? I wasn't sure. I couldn't Tell. I didn't charge about it…I was all senseless and I abandoned myself in lust and was humping on this great putz which searched interior and up to my throat, chewing on it as if it was in my throat and I went numb. I couldn't breathe, the waves were swirling on the beach, in my brain, washing through my snatch, to all of me. My articulatio talocruralis were released, and I was holding this body, this great putz, bucking with it."OH ! OH !"Then the world went quiet…slowly the wonderful putz softened and withdrew.

I didn't want it to leave and I squeezed to hold it but it slipped out. Then there were former dick and to a greater extent kissing and licking…I had turned on all the guys with my love ... I was weak and couldn't resist…I wanted more, I did…my snatch ached for more…more and more ass on the beach, on the mantle, in the iniquity, I wanted more cock-milking of my body and soul. My vow had been canceled on the beach that nighttime and my cunt was a willing sinner…I was fucked there on the blanket until I was drained. Brett held my hired 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 quiet, coloured, the tide was receding, the waves more distant. I put my headway on his articulatio humeri and reached to his waistline to feel if it was him who was first to have me. It had been so moody and my lecherousness so acute 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 first peter but I wasn't an expert.

I just couldn't be sure as shooting 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 night thing. One thing was for sure. I would need a full-grown dildo. My girlfriend would never say who fucked me first. She said :"You're not certain if it was Brett, are you ? Neither am I…it was so dark. Besides, I was off to the side also being fucked."

"By Brett ?"I asked. She just smiled. Brett was such a motherfucker but I loved him. Someday I would retrieve out if it was his…the huge number one turncock I mean. I would remember the size of it…I couldn't postponement to retrieve out.

The Pub Wall…what a surprisal, office I

I was a sweet youth affair, recently married and with a small nipper who mainly stayed with my Mom while I was at work…hubby often gone for weeks, sometimes a calendar month, as he made a good bread and butter supporting us…I was too young to get a child, in my mind…I was just barely 21, wax of hormones, didn't want Sir Thomas More children…one was enough…joy but load along therewith…you know what I mean. solar day at home, no husband, boredom, a job was the matter and my Mom loved caring for the youngster.

I was a goodness young woman but often horny. I once told the nurse, who asked if I had any job, that I got really wet down there. She just laughed and left me in the examination elbow room to ruminate what was so funny about the doubtfulness. So priggish and proper 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 electronic computer and things…pay as you go but have them now…for people with little credit…Johnnie would walk me home sometimes and flatter me along the way…"Do you know how people look at you ?"No, I didn't, but he would assure me…how my long auburn tomentum was gorgeous…how I made men plough around and look at my hairsbreadth and legs and my ass…how I was"hot."And so, working Clarence Shepard Day Jr. would egest and the walks home were More fun than work.

One night he told me he'd buy me a deglutition on the way home…I arranged for child to be with Mom overnight…that day I wore a light skirt than usual…combed my hair until it really shined…we were going to a pub…have a drunkenness and then he would, as usual, take the air me home but what a surprisal was in store for me that Nox along the low wall outside the pub.

Oh, I knew Johnnie was just a flattering young bloke who meant no harm…I was a marry cleaning lady with a young youngster. But he knew hubby was gone for periods…I guess he knew about endocrine and 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 daughter at piece of work saw him paying attention to me and would tell me things :"lookout man out for Johnnie,"they would giggle,"walking you dwelling house is just the start of things."I didn't know what the"things"were…he was nice to me. I would rule out about"affair"and"low Pub walls"that night.

All I could imagine 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 sentence and Johnnie and I walked from the office to the pub…it was early Fall…a warm eve and the crickets were mad in their celebration…we sat at a board and he brought a pint of lager and a glass of ovalbumin wine for me…it was matter about work and the citizenry we worked with and the wine was lovesome going down…I didn't know why I was aflutter but I surely was.

Johnnie told me of his wife and how she never had sentence for him…how they argued a lot and then he began to talk about sex and how he got no sex at habitation and went on about his wife and she didn't like"fucking"and that was a startling word of honor for me. Men didn't talking about"fucking"when they talked to me…but the discussion was exciting to me…I felt myself getting wet. It was so very unknown that just a man using that Word could pretend me wet…my skin was warm…my unhurt body was warm…Johnnie brought me another glass of wine to go with his pint and continued on about his wife and, then that word again :"fucking"and if it was the wine-coloured or the word 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 affair to do just then…I was wet and squeezing my branch 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"fuck me."I wouldn't say it out loud…I was a unspoiled 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 adulator, that Johnnie, sitting across from me here in the pub on Friday Night in our short town and I was feeling it was warm in the elbow room and it was metre to go and walk household 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 nestling 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 terminate his pint and pay the bill. I was looking forward to Saturday break of the day and going shopping in town…it would be a beautiful day…it was warm this evening and surely be a nice morning…those men at the bar…looking…and Johnnie and all his nice word of honor and the"fucking"word lingered in my creative thinker and I was thinking of fucking just now. I went to the ma'am to freshen up up…my facial expression was flushed from the wine…my step-in were almost dripping…I took them off, wrapped them in a paper towel and put them in my purse. I wiped myself off but that sent to a greater extent shivers…my lip were puffed up and wiping got me hot but it was time to go…I couldn't stay the night in the bath !

Johnnie finally…finally…finished his pint and off we went…waving good nighttime to the bar keep…the men at the bar gave us…me…a go smile and wave…and off we popped. It was very dark exterior and the crickets were in broad voice…no moon and secluded.

There was a low paries along one face of the pub…Johnnie pushed me against it and kissed me full on the lips…his tongue went inside my sassing, exploring my mouth. My tongue pushed back…"How daring he,"I thought as he insinuated it in and around my tongue…I jerked my head back and he looked me in the eyes, 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 little girl saying :"…walking home with Johnnie is just the start of things…"Johnnie's mouth was on me again…I was wet again…as his tongue wetted mine and my mouth felt thick…his breath hot on my cheek…I looked to see if there was anyone about…we were alone…laughter and noise from inside…but very quiet 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 girlfriend were ripe :"…it was just the starting of things…"I was a good lady friend but my body was being bad…his breathing place 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"fuck"him and told him"No."But his clapper was whispering to me and his back talk were teasing me and I was wet and hot and said"Johnnie…please don't…please…"He lifted me onto the wall…holding my shank with his hands, I pushed on his articulatio humeri but our waists were aligned…my undersurface on the paries his waistline pressing against me. I looked to be certain we were alone.

I heard him unzip and he was around my waist again…moving between my legs and I felt the fabric of his pants 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 nighttime was cool and I said just a very weak…a hoping and willing"please, Johnnie"as I knew I was wet, that my"pussy"was wet and ready…I didn't say that word…I imagined my"cunt"and it was ready for his prick as I felt his tegument against my pelt and I looked around, the pub noise and the night dissonance, and praying we wouldn't be interrupted…I wanted him to"bang"my"bitch"…we were both hot and wet and prepare for"fucking."

I reached under my skirt…he wasn't in me yet…I took cargo area of his turncock which was hot and slippery 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 hammer was not as long as married man's but it seemed very thickheaded and he pressed against me and I felt the brain ranch my lips…he almost bruise 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 outdoors on the low pub wall…he held me tight and pushed…I opened as wide of the mark as I could…"Please"I repeated as he forced his way cryptical and I felt his waistline on my waist…his pilus on mine..finally I was impaled on his thick affair as he churned away into me…it was cool…we were very wet and hot all at the same time…he got at me…our tongues…my cunt, his stopcock, our breathing, and then I grabbed at his neck and his waist pulling him tight 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 sang-froid 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 glad I could go home to an hollow planetary house, clean myself up and dream 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 Nox on the pub wall I was afraid to go to work…afraid to look Johnnie in the eyes and with all the other girls on the wand of giggles…after all, they had warned me about Johnnie…how walking me place was just getting started with him…and I knew now what was"getting started"and all that.

But I did go to solve, did reckon Johnnie in the eyes…he smiled and it was like he was petting my twat ! I was instantly wet and looked away…he was a blue boy and just his spirit made me hot…I envisioned him kissing me against the Pub paries, unzipping, that very thick cock, spreading me, fucking me and making me amount and come…so I did look him in the heart and smiled back…I know it was wrong…I was a married woman with a humble kid and, also, my hubby was often gone for a long clock time. What is a young womanhood to do except…well…I did thing after they got started…it was all Johnnie's geological fault, you know, if he hadn't befriended me, walked me home, bought me a boozing at the pub, put me on the wall…fucked me…Oh God ! Did he ever fuck me good and hard and made me shake and moderate him in a dying's adhesive friction and want him to never leave my body…my pussy was starved for his cock…"Fuck me Johnnie,"it said…and my cunt wanted it more…it was a blessing to my body…my body craved these things…so what was I to do…a superpower had come into my life…its name was Johnnie…thick cock, 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 menage by myself that night and looked at myself in the bathroom mirror…my hair and my rima oris that he had devoured…took off my study dress and stood in battlefront of the mirror…for the first time…admiring myself. Hubby never said I was really fairly, but Johnnie did ; hubby never devoured my backtalk but Johnnie did ; I was never on the pub wall with hubby or shuddered and grabbed and released like with Johnnie…I wanted that again…looking in the mirror at myself…my ginger Vannevar Bush and my ginger hair and feeling how wet I was at just the thought of his cock in me…I was a good young woman but never as good or clean-living as when I was coming on Johnnie's duncical pecker when it was fucking me…I went to sleep and dreaming again of the low pub rampart and"just the start of things."I was hoping wife wouldn't pickax him up after work again…it was my go

And so it was…more secret smiles…I thought it might happen sooner and dressed for the result. I wore a short skirt and a pretty blouse that showed me a little Thomas More than common and I walked down the street after work, alone…just as Johnnie told me…so there wouldn't be more whispering or giggles…he was around the nook in his little car…I jumped in and off we went…we had bucket seats so I couldn't squeeze play against him…"tinker's damn"I thought."Let's drive to the shoreline,"he said,"there's a pretty spot."And so we drove and he reached for my hand…I scooted down in my seat and it was growing dark but there was a moonshine this night and I began to see its thoughtfulness on the road and the trees…soon he stopped the car…we were at the edge of the sea…I could try the moving ridge against the shoring and the Moon shimmering in the waves…he reached and held my hand…it was so quiet and peaceful…Johnnie and I were in a special place this nighttime after work…and he kissed me…just kind of a plenty on my impudence and then on my lips and then that unintelligent knife inside my mouth, moving around and around and I thought what else he could do with his moving glossa. I had heard of tonguing and all but didn't know what that was…hubby and I were strictly the old fashioned way and then to sleep…covers over us and both sleeping…but Johnnie…the girls said :"walking me home was just the start"and so it was that Nox at the sea…waves, moonlight, knife and then…

"Move over here,"he said. He pulled me…my body 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 daughter, a very bad and naughty girl, this night…I dressed that cockcrow without knickers…had felt hot and wet all day at work…hoping no one would notice…there was a man who sat opposition my desk who was always giving me the eye…and ducking under his desk to look at my legs…he was a strange fellow but even he excited young and beautiful me…I saw him duck under the desk pretending to pick up something but I knew he was looking at my pegleg and up my garb if he could…I opened my legs and let him depend at my fanny…I was naughty but you should experience seen the look on his expression ! I loved it…letting him look at my cunt…just the sentiment had made me hot and wet…and here I was with Johnnie Hot…my pet figure for good old Johnnie…

Johnnie Hot and what was his next trick…it wasn't long for me to witness out…he pulled me over to him and the steering bike 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 nous I saw his handwriting on my legs and felt them, too, moving along my thighs…"You're so incredible,"he said,"and your legs are smooth."He ran along my thigh, back and Forth River, and to the heart of me…petting my cunt…"Your cunt is voiced and wet,"he said…it all frantic me…I knew his finger were wet with me…I wanted his cock and reached for him…he was stiff…I unzipped his bloomers 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 things to me…"You're a hot woman. You're so naughty and dirty…and I've got a surprisal for you tonight…"There was no pub wall or crickets or other things…and I waited for his surprise…I felt naughty and unclean and sexy and hot and pretty and wanted to fuck my surprise. I didn't hold long.

He lifted my bird to my waist…I was completely naked below and he rubbed my hide all over and moved one leg toward him…moving the other leg aside…"Sit down,"he said…but there was nowhere to sit down…I looked down…there was my fanny and his seat and in between, the cabinet and gear shift knob consecutive 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 waistline 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 gear 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 lips were so wet it was tardily to include this knob…"Sit down,"he demanded and it was so easy…the knob cattle ranch my lips…as had his boneheaded cock…I slid gradually down, down on the knob…It eased up into me and I was finally on the console and the boss completely inside…after Johnnie on the low pub bulwark it wasn't so hard to do and I was so very wet…remember the laughter from the nurse ? …that I sort of skid down around it, nuzzling inside and another kiss from Johnnie and he was feeling my breasts…but I was still wanting…wanting that spill like on the wall…this thickening 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…"okeh, but that's not your surprise…"I was confused now not knowing…Johnnie turned on the locomotive and the thickening came active, inside me, moving about, vibrating and scaring me…I tried to pinch off but Johnnie held me down…his hands house on my shoulders…I relaxed a little and let him hold me down and he was kissing me again and his hired hand were all over my knocker and rubbing my thighs and the engine was running…but the gearing shifting knob cryptic inside, and on which I was sitting, was vibrating on me…He kept kissing and I sat there enjoying his tongue and his hands on me and the vibrations inside and then…then…there was the surprise…my body was feeling all this…all the vibration was touching me now…it wasn't just touching my bitch but making me palpate all over my bitch sass and my thigh and up and down my thighs…my stifle were weak and Johnnie was whispering dirty things to me and my body was riding this thing inside setting me on blast and my ears were full…I heard the waves at the shore and closed my eyes…I couldn't see the moonlight…the light was inside me…straddling this surprise thing…I grabbed Johnnie's promontory and held it…hoping…hoping for his heat and saying matter 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 stars and moonlight and rings 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 along and purr some more. He was kissing and licking me…petting me…bringing me down…please make for me down…I was so gone…so wonderfully gone…needing to amount down and he just held me and tears were on my face and I licked my mouth 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 promised land

Hawaii : my deary place but this fourth dimension traveling alone as, at the end moment, my girlfriend had an emergency at work…I was determined…now on the plane from San Francisco to Honolulu…During the escape there was turbulence and I had visions of John the Divine Anthony Wayne piloting that old motored craft in the flick"The High and the Mighty,"Phil Zellig Harris complaining in the rear of the plane…the crew evaluating the"percentage point of no comeback"and they were passed it now, ignoring the imprecation of the seemly stewardess. They could take in turned back but bad ahead into the unknown.

As the ground crowd chieftain had warned Wayne :"I said it to Orville and to Wilbur : It'll never get off the ground."But here we all were, in a fancy modern jet, the fuselage quivering, 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 meddling political boss who was always importuning me…the prettiest woman on the staff for :"Dinner ?"or"partiality a drink or two after work ?"or what he was really saying to me after patting my butt :"How about going to my place to see my etchings, have a deglutition, strip down and fuck."How gross ! Exactly why I needed a vacation.

Our plane landed, we all were on the WikiWiki bus off for our luggage and me to my way at the Moana…a short fourth dimension at the Banyon court of justice for a beverage or two and then some serious…all along…sack time. The next day I had hired a car for a thrust to the other slope of the island…away from the crowds of Waikiki…to the quiet shoring near the Polynesian Cultural shopping center where there was little civilization but lots of people.

Not far past the shopping centre was a marvellous hiking path among the fertile apple trees to the Sacred Falls and Pool where I planned a peaceful and reposeful picnic. I had heard of this post from a native of the islands some eld yesteryear and this was my fourth dimension to explore and enjoy. I drove past the little settlement of Kaawa to a parking lot which was almost vacate. I was dressed and equipped for the hiking : A back camp with snack and wine-colored, of trend, some wine…and my skimpy outfit…a dead wearing apparel and tennis shoes. That's all I needed, plus a blanket for a picayune nap at the nightfall. I was on my way. No ordinary tourer was I and there were no tourist here…they were all buying the souvenirs at the Cultural Center…a Mormon endeavor. Try finding a favorable bar there ! It wasn't going to happen. I brought my bar with me !

And up the Benny Hill I climbed which then leveled out for a gentle raise slowly to the tumble, only a few international nautical mile. It began to rain down and then stopped. I had my swim suit of clothes under my little apparel so I was prepared. Along the way I nodded at other hiker ascending and descending but few in number. It was quiet and idyllic and dreamy…one could not want for More paradise in Hawaii than this secluded hike and the declivity and pool ahead.

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

Then :"There is a reason why they call it Sacred declivity,"the voice said. I paused and looked to the source of the voice. It was a openhanded Hawaiian man…you know the kind : an apparently chiseled chest and torso, a tolerant smiling with beautiful grinning. He was younger than me and I wondered, ‘ is this a come on ?'I was alerting because of my chief 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 tranquility at the falls, it is a native thing. The fact of the waterfall in this remote place, the sounds of the weewee, their cleaning nature…A religious experience."I smiled and believed I was going to take a spiritual experience…IF left alone. And I walked on, ahead of him, up some steep portions…him behind me and I was envisioning him walking behind, under my butt…looking up my short attire at my butt…which was covered…a little…by my skimpy swim suit…but thinking of him watching my hips, my buttocks moving, undulating, was arousing me. Where was my girlfriend for a slight protective cover just now ? Home attending to her damned emergency.

Just then I slipped on the wet path…down to where script were holding me…on my bottom but preventing a fall…those workforce on my private 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 seconds. I smiled."Thank you,"I said. He smiled back, nodding. A big, strong and understood native. His arms were secure and muscled. I was such a tiny, slender thing. He could easily throw caught me no thing how far I might induce fallen."You're very pretty,"he said. I just smiled and continued up the way. When he caught me my suit had slipped up in my genitalia. Now he was still behind me…should I adjust the wooing or just let it be ? …I was getting aroused by the persuasion of being watched…admired ? … by the giving aborigine with the potent arms.

I mean, I'm attractive and attracted and he must also have been attracted to attractive me. It was instinctive and we were in paradise. I just let it be and continued my cost increase. Let him face and admire my shape and my flesh and my almost au naturel bottom. Then, shucks, I slipped again on the path and fell once again into his arms…my bare peel on his Robert Brown shape which was terribly tender on me. But this meter I had seriously slipped and was totally in his munition, against his bureau."I'm so sorry,"I said. He just smiled…our bodies against each other's…warm, enfolding, clutching…ever so concisely and yet…it was on my mind and surely on his.

He put me down."The falls aren't far from here,"he said,"Be careful."“ OK"is all the brilliant reply I could make, my side boot and didn't quite jazz why but I was blushing. It wasn't more than a fourth mil and we were at the foot of the descent, apple trees abounding, I put down my blanket and sat to catch my breath, putting aside my haversack.

He was standing near."Are you going into the consortium,"he asked."In a minute,"I said. He disrobed and now was in a skin tight wooing."A bronze god,"I thought looking at him now and surely he was or could take in been that. Indeed. I glanced at his legs, thighs, his hips, chest, arms…the gibbousness in his suit…I caught my breathing place again ! Then he dived into the pool and swam to the foot of the surrender letting weewee cleanse him…he swam back to where I was…"The water is so refreshing,"he said, reaching his deal to me…"Come on in…its assuredness and nice."I hesitated and then let him take my hand. He pulled on me gently and I was in the water. My lithe body release by his…our physical body touching slightly as I dived in. He was right. The water was coolheaded and wonderful. We swam together to the falls and splashed underneath.

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

"My epithet is Carol."“ Percy, Percy Kinimaka."“ Thank you Percy."And then…since we knew each early now :"Would you like some of my tiffin ?"“ Do you have enough ?"he asked…"We'll find out…come and sit with me,"and he did. We must sustain looked like a study in a still life : flannel skinned Haole girl/dark skinned bronzed native man. Surely an creative person would contemplate us.

There were a few others at the gloaming, two tiddler and their family who splashed and played, I brought out the wine and the cheeseflower and bread…just enough for the two of us. The sun was in its descent…early afternoon. stupid me ! I had forgotten to bring a bottle cork screw…how to give the wine without a jailer ? There was that word in my mind here with a god at the falls…but I was"screwless."I looked at him in dismay."ease up me the bottle,"he said and laughed."I know what to do. Say a prayer and shut down your eyes,"he laughed again. And I did so. A second later he took my hand and gave me the bottle, now assailable."How did you do that ?"I exclaimed…"Magic ! Don't you believe in trick ?"I laughed."But how ? …"

"I used my ovolo,"he said."That is a very potent thumb,"I remarked and we both laughed and drank from the bottleful. Then cheeseflower, wampum, our niggling make-do sandwich and more than drinking from the bottle…the splashing of the urine from the falls, the sky in the good afternoon beginning to turn pink…I looked around…the minor and their family line were gone…the two of us were very lots alone…I looked at Percy."This is why I come here at this time. For peace."ataraxis, I thought, alone with a sort of peace… or if I was a piece…if only there was a book of rhyme with Old Khayyam…but a loaf of bread of lucre, a flask of wine here in the wild, with Percy…we shared the bottle…warming me in paradise. The vino was almost gone.

"Can I severalize you Carol ?"I looked at Walker Percy."I often come here but this is enchanting being alone here with you."That word in my headspring"‘ 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 good afternoon, I have a cache just for an occasion like this."The sky was growing pink. Percy stood and dived in the water. I watched his strong legs and firm keister under his lawsuit 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-colored lifted above his body, a gorgeous smile, swimming to me and beside me now…using his thumb to unfold it, pushing the 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 body was wet and tricky and I rubbed his back…His handwriting were on mine, smoothing down my spine and I began to prickle. That word of honor :'enchanted.'I swallowed from his bottleful, mine now empty…I kept him in a hug, his hired hand massaging my back and down my back.

I heard the words of Academy Award 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 Falls looking into the eyes of him, Percy…smiling…Some Enchanted Evening….I will conform to a stranger…thrills went down my back…his hands were down my back…my hands rubbing his back and down…"Who can explain it ? Who can differentiate you why ?"Those beautiful quarrel of the song…and our hands on each early : who can explain it ? Not the row but the tactile sensation, just now, in the wilderness, in Paradise…the sacred falls…his script on my back…I shouldn't…I wouldn't…but I was…I was hot…his terribly hot deal on me…stroking, stroking…I didn't know what would happen 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 shorts and he peeled them off, he pushed my rump down…we were two hot defenseless buff, our flesh meeting…he was stiff and hot on me…I reached down…he pulled us into the consortium, beneath the pee, our bodies joining and up…kissing now…our tongues…our bodies..he lifted me to the shore and on my blanket. He was at the urine edge. I heard the pounding of the falls and he brought me to him…my ramification around his face. I looked down and he smiled. He pulled me closer to his grinning, lifting my tooshie on to his mouth. The herculean thumb…now gentling me…so"ahhh"gentle on my slit mouth, massaging. I closed my eyes. This catch evening.

My torso was his…we were wet…I was wet…not from the urine and his tongue anointed my wet body…insinuating him into me…I lifted and spasmed to his ablutions and that wizardly thumb…my hands were on his head…feeling his ears…and the motion of his natural language, 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 stiff cock at me, touching me, searching for its home…I reached down to spot him…he said"No… let petty Percy observe you all by himself."Little Percy, indeed…I had felt the'picayune"guy ! I didn't want to expect but removed my grip on his immense cadaver cock…I felt him searching for my aching body…I was so ready for this…needed this…needed to release.

Then I felt his cock at me…spreading my lips…slowly…he was such a specimen…this beautiful man and ‘ little ‘ modest, Brobdingnagian, strong Percy…I lifted for him…meeting him…wanting this…on my enchanted 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 take all of him into my body,"milk me Man !"Please do it me deeply 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 crepuscle pounding in my capitulum as ‘ trivial Walker Percy ‘ was pounding my cunt…then quieting me, smoothing me down with aristocratical kisses. I hugged him tight not wanting him to leave behind me but feeling him go soft, slipping out and we laid, side of meat by side.

He poured a trivial wine between my mouth, bringing me to life and kissed me…it was so sweet…My Enchanted Evening…when I met a stranger…in Paradise…smoothing my body and a live flavour on me where I was still hot…

At place my girlfriend asked :"Have a good time ?"I just laughed and said :"You will never know ! ”