Being Thomas More knowledgeable account by early noblewoman who enjoyed orgasms in different times and unsuspected places.

Rear View Mirror, Part I by phyllisroger

I used to take the air home from my after-school job…a duet miles or more…and in those days…of having my first job…I was enjoying my sexuality…my breasts were ample and boys made me pay attending to myself with their look and stares before I knew all about'things.'But by this time, I was a little older and liked to read myself off to male child and my teachers…it made me feel important besides just being a good miss with good score.

It was still a very private affair : show and show off but…well, it was then I began to go to schooltime without panties and it made me feel 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 textile of my school day apparel separating their looks from something truly special that would hold opened their middle wide and make them lick their lip. Just walking around that way aroused me Lester Willis Young body.

But after workplace, in my sexy pantyless state, I would walk home and think of school and my job and, in particular, the sometime boy who also worked there. He had a pocket-sized 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 movement 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 parachute rump with my legs partly up and my wearing apparel draped high gear around them. I was scared he might have"had a flavor"but he didn't say anything and off we drove.

In a moment his dog jumped back on me and I pushed it away."That's okay…he ilk masses and won't bite. Just pet him behind the ears,"he said and I did. doggy licked my face as I rubbed his ears and he shinny his leg around, pushing my clothes down and exposing my legs. I pushed it back up but the doggie was enjoying his ears being rubbed, was very frantic and his manus fumbled all over me, messing my dress and even stepping on my crotch !

I looked in my friend's raise view mirror and he was watching me bet with his dog. I saw his eyes staring at me and I smiled back as the dog was getting really friendly with me but I pushed him down on the posterior. There was petty room in the seat and he was finally sitting between my legs and panting…his doggie natural language going back and Forth, slobbering on my dress so I pushed him down and away. unseasonable thing to do !

I pushed him down between my stage and he licked my leg on one side and then the former and I was still rubbing his spike as I was told. I looked in the stern perspective mirror. My supporter's heart were glued to the scene in his back seat and I realized why. My frock was pushed to my waist and he could see my bareness underneath. I thought he would look away and open 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 pegleg and it felt honorable. I wanted more doggie biff and he was to the full of licks : the English of this leg, then that, and my protagonist staring. It was suddenly very quiet in the little car or was it that my pinna were ringing ? I felt hot there in the back seat with barker, a licking knife and those heart in the posterior panorama mirror…watching.

He moved the mirror to a slant and I could see myself now and my private and then the barker at workplace and it was all very erotic to me just then. I laid my heading back to catch my breathing time. Wrong matter to do again ! Because then the doggie licked right on my pussy. This one big lap of his natural language was startling and then another lick…my torso jolted."Let him clobber you…no one will know,"my Quaker 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 open my cunt backtalk 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 smile it made me even hotter like I was not only cuming for the doggie but also with him at the same clock time and I opened my ramification wider to show him everything I had. I was slender, with ample breasts and my cunt was getting pep haircloth and I felt proud and hot showing myself to him as the dog kept at me. It was all spontaneous and dirty and my spike were full.

Then I felt a shudder at my waist and my pegleg got rickety as the dog licked me all over and between my lips and on my button, which made me shake. barker churned me and licked and licked. My question was laid back, my heart were closed and I peeked to see my friend gripping the wheel. He was breathing deeply too at the scene. I was shortly 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 penchant. I hoped we'd never get home base !"Ohhh ! Ohh ! Mmmm"I was murmuring as the heat at my shank traveled along my dead body, my nipples hard. Then the doggie slowed and finished and I was still dripping on the little tooshie and pushed him away. I couldn't take any more. That dog had made me cum hard on that naughty spit and all in evidently perspective. I was still breathing hard as the car stopped. I was home. I straightened my dress.

"ride home base tomorrow ?"my friend asked as I got out of the car. I was still in a heated, dream-like 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.

derriere perspective Mirror, percentage II

I got out of his car, petted the beautiful dog on his header and pinna, very soft cuddly spike, and he licked my helping hand ;"dog slobber"on my hand,"Yuk !"but when I walked into my house my fork was still wet and dripping with his early"slobber"which made me quiver and trot past Mum to my room and get the dear tissues to clean up. I sat on the bed, cleaning and touching and laid back ; my legs bare and cool and played with myself, still wetting up and came again quickly."dear, hail down and help with me with the potatoes !"It was Mum and she broke the spell, putting on my panties so I wouldn't drip, cleaning again and down to help with dinner."Your expression is red,"Mum said,"did you run place from workplace ? You seem out of breath."I just nodded and began peeling and dreaming of the following day's drive, and you know the drive I mean.

But then there was school, which went very slow, and off to wreak but the boy wasn't there so work was a real number nuisance 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 beat and the clock moved slow. It was pay day and I got my package :"Mum won't be back for a couple 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 book binding tail end again, he was already checking me out in his rump view mirror and if some girls take awhile to get in the mood for fun it wasn't this girl or this dog, he was already nosing around. It was a warm day, windows down, the air blowing my hair, the flavor of the ocean and my question was resting, my ears pounding when he stopped the car and I sat up, alert. We weren't at the beach yet and,"My ally needed a ride, too, and here he is."In the temper and now out of the humor just as quick as that his friend got in the presence and we all said"Hi"and off we went. Now I pushed the dog away from me and held his leash making him sit beside and away from me ; he was just as confused as was I at these development. utter about"three's a gang"well we had a gang and a dog and a severe twist off but I didn't say anything and we were at the beach, parked on a low cliff but where I could try the waves and the mewlling seagull with their piercing cries.

"I brought some snack and thing,"my work champion said,"let's just relax here. It's very pretty. You're very pretty. seed on, just relax, my champion knows all about things."I couldn't believe my auricle at that remark but what was I to do. I was in the back bottom of a two door car. I had nowhere to go and had all kinds of prospect 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 grip."He's queasy,"he said,"just let him loose and see what he does. We all want to see him."So there I was, my organic structure cook, my mind not so much and he was licking my calf and my stifle and above my genu and two boys in the front seat, one looking through the mirror and the former adjusting in his seat looking right at me. He smiled and I grimaced. I wasn't ready for a 2nd boy even if HE was set up for a show but the dog was sure gear up and randy and this time he was humping my leg, licking my nerve, then trying to scent me and I was being watched by four eyes in the front keister and I was breathing hard now, cheeks red, ears ringing, gulls crying and my dead body crying for that dog no thing 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 smashed tool were out and everyone was petting everyone it seemed…the new boy climbed in the back prat and kissed me, putting my deal on him. His peter was slippery ; I was slippery and he pulled up my dress, I was past it now and didn't care, I surprised myself and was stroking cock, opening my snatch for the dog with my other hand, and dog was at me with his stupid, grand, wet, recollective natural language all over me there and everything was dreamy in my head and body, my legs were tingly and alive, like the boy's stiff prick,"Don't full stop,"he said,"Ohh, just like that, don't, don't layover,"and he lifted his fanny and frivol away 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 go now to talk to my dog and his clapper was up me and out and around and inside again, I opened my middle and there was our driver wanking himself and spending on the guidance rack, the dog was licking my ambrosia and humping his cock toward me as I kept pushing him off…but I scooted down for Sir Thomas More tongue and there were hands on my pegleg, then a hand on the dog's hammer guiding it to me, hitting at my puss lips, wetting me more but he was one mad canine at this peak poking at a very frantic girl's physical structure. I said"No !"and then"No !"again but things were out of control.

The dog was hurting my arse when he missed and missed again, that sharp pointy thing missing the mark, stabbing away."Scoot down more ; lift up a little ; don't prickteaser an animal."“ No ! Don't,"I said but lifted up more, scooting down. My ears were full and I scooted down ; this prison term he didn't miss and I felt this suave rooster stab again but dig sliding inside and I had set the dog on flame, pounding me inside, again and again. I was on fire, my cunt hot and ready, lifting and writhing on this cutting thing ; we were joined and"No, don't"had become"No, don't stop."The rear view mirror showed my startled center like they were in a spell, I knew my whole soundbox was tense up, waiting for another stab and another and I was hearing words like the boy ‘ s :"Don't closure. 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 polish my dress, hoping Mum hadn't come home early. I needed a bathing tub ; I was still in a sweat, needed to scavenge up and cool down. She wouldn't believe I had run home a endorse clip that week and I didn't want to explain, obviously."It was just a one clock time thing."I said."I'm not that kind of girl."And thinking, wondering, about the next ride family."Bye !"and the two of them drove off, me finally at household, 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 judgement and it would be well-off to bring up up for things.



Not just my toes got attention !

I loved to get quick for Sat Nox and as a Danton True Young female child showing off my"wares"at the local dance which meant for me a lot of primping with my fuzz, my fingernails nicely painted with my toes to match and I spent most of the day getting ready for the night : laying out my clothes, what I would fall apart ( and not wear ! I was a sexy thing and didn't wear a fill in outfit if you get my hint ). My subprogram : a thoroughgoing bath and after that, my dead body all radiant, a pedicure.

Mum and babe were out for their own Saturday function and I was alone in the house to baby and dress myself. I had a escort that night for the saltation ; a cute guy who liked to dance and feel me up, hands all over me, under me and in between, during and after the dance, lots of kissing and cuddling and thinking about Saturday night got me going in ways even during the day.

Our theatre was quiet with everyone else gone and after my bath I was toweled and squatting on a low stool painting my finger and now my toes. Everything had to match : digit, toes, hair ribbon setting off my clothes. My feet in a pan of quick water, knees up and sitting on the feces, my little doggie nearby, natural language out as usual, walking to my pan of piss, sniffing around, looking up as I patted his caput and began to reduce my toenails, doggie licking my fingerbreadth and sniffing my toes when I took a metrical foot from the warm pee, I patted his head and stroked his soft ears.

So photo this : a pretty young woman, 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 parts, radiant from the bathtub, and there for the Earth to see but I was alone and secret, pretty a good deal alone, legs apart to better reach my feet, my toes closed together, the backtalk of my puss closed but my crotch open so I could get at my animal foot, doggie ready for head-patting, hand licking, me thought of my date at the dance that night, totally plumb from my bath, but thinking of what date and I would be doing and feeling in dark corners of the dancing Granville Stanley Hall and afterward when he would spiel with me and I would"dance"my body on his hired man, how his digit would surely get me hot and make me cum as he fingered my kooz, that he would whisper in my ear and kiss my mouth and tell me how pretty I am and how he loved my naked twat ; that he was happy 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 idea to his indulgent barker heading, his licking doggie tongue on my hand and then my toes but then he went between my knees and his cold nose 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 feet and the moth-eaten 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 fanny sent a shiver like it was my escort was at me, but now it was during the day, an early excitement before the dance that night and I pushed his nose 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 dark to the here and now and I wasn't cook yet I thought. It was this strange thing in my brain and I was alone, it was quiet, my Mum and sister wouldn't be back anytime soon ; barker looked distress when I pushed him off, his eyes looked sad and would I let him"nose me"again ?

I wasn't easy. I was a good girl but his cold nose was exciting my privates and it was our very private matter ; who would do it ; the kitchen was tranquil except my pinna were ringing ; then doggie's wet cold nose was back on my twat spreading my lips apart with another shocking slide. My ramification opened more as branch will and that cold-blooded nozzle from ass to top, sliding up my wet twat, hitting my button, sending a jolt and I put my hand on his question, this time petting his nose, his thrilling nose and then that lingua, up the rampart of my slit again,"Good bow-wow,"this time, getting me wet, his tongue had my taste and he was at it.

It was too late for me to stop ; I wanted this now ; I was past thinking, it was too naughty, too just and exciting and verboten all together, tongue and fanny now in control condition. I was dancing in my head feeling good affair. My towel slipped off and I was smoothing my knees and down my ramification, spreading my lips for my excited doggie and his anxious tongue, making me spend, licking up my spend and I was petting his spike, lifting his lip on me. His tongue was dipping inside my snatch for more and I was hot at my heart and soul ; my body was throbbing now as his cold nose and hot clapper were bringing me off like no date had ever done at any dance or in any glum corner, my toes curling up, and here in the heart of my quiet kitchen I could pick up my date rustling as I came and came, this time not on his digit, as he was holding my grimace. This time coming on a vernal bow-wow's tongue and I was holding pooch ‘ s face, hoping he wouldn't layover, 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 piss bowlful, both of us panting. I looked down at my feet, easing them down in the water and finally cooling down from my exalt pedicure. Sabbatum night had come early. I knew I was guilty of this but had the right field to remain silent even with the ringing still loud in my ears and making me grin, licking my lips.

A Vow Broken…or Was it ?

It wouldn't happen these days but when my boyfriend and I started dating there were different pattern : condoms were hard to find, virginity was significant, casual sex was for ‘ early'people, etc., etc. So it is no surprise that when Brett and I started getting good we made sacred promises to each former including :"no sex before man and wife"though we loved each other. And, you know, being salutary Thomas Kid 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 former tings, like tits…fifth date…and I had to be persuaded at that…the rest 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 impedance act at first, to tease him…it felt so good to have his deal on me there, his fingers getting slippery from me…and then I was unzipping him…heavy petting during and after a show at the drive-in…It was the first erect cock I had seen, or stroked or kissed…I learned all about stopcock and how to bosom, kiss, caress, make it wet…then he got me to solve him. He showed me all about my body 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 do-or-die for what the real thing would be like but we had agreed to hold off. We had taken the Vow !

One nighttime we were at a company at a friend's menage and we girls 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 insight. Of course, his stiff cock had penetrated my back talk and his fingers had penetrated my wet pussy and …I loved it when we did that…but no cock penetrating cunt…and we were proud of that but there it was…the insight word…we were abstaining from that one, penultimate, thing…indulging in the repose. Later I told Brett about our conversation and we both agreed to persist in with our vows…meaning : no penetration…most but not all of our emotions were satisfied without that part. I confess I had urges beyond what we did…I didn't Tell Brett of my foiling but I took care 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 company, Bret and I went on a double date and drove to the beach. We had a twosome six packs…we weren't complete prudes…and sat on the sand on blanket my girlfriend brought and we were soon drinking, laughing, kissing, flavour and all…Brett was under my dress, inside my panty as usual, his finger setting me on flak 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 smashing ?"With all the kissing, breathing and fingering I didn't notice when my girlfriend and her particular date got up and stood over us…just shadows… My girlfriend said :"We're going to have an intervention for you two budgerigar,"and then her boyfriend announced :"Right here…right now !"I didn't know what to think or say…

My legs shot together ; I pushed my dress 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 vocalization :"Yeh…you guys…this vow clobber is shit !"

It was two early guys who were at the political party a few calendar week before…I was shocked and a little scared. What would happen ? They had planned all this. Did Brett acknowledge, too ? My mind was a mess…my body hot…but my mind a mess.

"We're taking charge 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 grimace but everything was shadower. And the waves were pounding…the sand in my toes. There was Moon and clouds and the pounding of the undulation and my head was throbbing."There's a time for fucking,"he said…"that time is now !"

I started to resist but work force 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 end up what you started !"I was scared and looked at Brett, still beside me, asking :"What do we do now ?"

I was looking for aid but Brett was silent. What an asshole ! I think he liked the completely scene…I thought he might even have planned it…"This wasn't my melodic theme, reliable,"he said. He was still a defendant ! And now there were handwriting, rafts of hands, holding my wrists above my head and grabbing my legs at the ankles, holding them apart, my apparel at my waist, my privates only protected by my wet panties…I was prone and twisted away…they pulled me back."Help !"I said. The moving ridge pounded against the sound of my interpreter."You can't do this ! stop !"

Brett was outnumbered and helpless at this point. I didn't know what to do…screaming was a waste on that disjunct beach. The waves were tacky in my ears…the sky overcast…I couldn't see any stars. No moon and I was being held by strong guys…my girlfriend was no help…she whispered to me :"No one's going to suffer you,"she said with a indulgent, reassuring tone. Her bridge player were on me ; she pulled up my dress…took down my panty. I was now clear to the world. 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 easily and tried to writhe away."God ! What a body,"one guy said.

"Can't let that pretty cunt go to permissive waste,"said another. There was that exciting word…cunt…and it was my cunt…which until a few import before was wet, hot and sex. Now, I confess, the scene and the handwriting holding…it was all exciting and my straits pounded. Another confession : I was still wet, hot, excited and still a slight scared.

I was in the firm grip of bozo who were filled with lust…lust for my body…I was pulsing and frightened at it all but, yes, I was also full of lust on the blanket, at the beach, with the audio 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 lick that thing,"said yet another and I felt a sass on my little Virgin cunt…I flexed…a hot tongue licking up one side and then up the other…a cold nose 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 body to react but it did. I dug my bottom into the blanket but two hands lifted my arse cheeks…thumbs spreading me. This had to finish. The air was cool, waves were licking the shoreline…the licking of my cunt was continuing. I tried to move to one incline, then the other, my legs being held, and squeezed my twat but the licking…Oh God…that tongue ! Hands lifting me up…the licking keep. I couldn't help it and then another lick. I had to let myself go now. My eubstance had taken charge.

"She's a hard one, but wet and tasty,"the phonation said, between licks…and oh that damned nose lifting my clit…I couldn't aid it. I just couldn't. It was feeling good and I didn't want anyone to know. I was thrashing my head from position to side…"No…don't"I said but now I was just mumbling. His deal was on my stomach, pulling my skin back…lifting my clit…a nose, a thumb…it was too, too skillful. I couldn't helper myself and lifted for to a greater extent of his wonderful tongue.

His tongue was slipping in me and along my twat wall as I twisted from side to side…I opened my eyes and saw Brett in the shadows…he just stood there, watching me…the illegitimate child ! But what could he do ? I hated him at that moment…he could at least ‘ TRY'to do something…we could run to the…"uh, unh, uh"my soundbox said to me and I tried not to hear it. It came again, with the waves,"Uh, UH, UH, OH"I spasmed. The beach was loud and alive with weewee rushing in, rushing out ; my feel were rushing the same…my cheeks hot, blushing. I hoped they couldn't see me. He pushed on my stomach, licking harder…in an abominable, 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 Thomas More to worm away and I slipped from his grasp on my cunt rim but only briefly as he encircled my legs with his arm, lifting me for serious tonguing…I was captured…no way out…"UH, OH !"but I was not getting away from him this meter. I was in lust…beginning to slacken, wanting this violation…and lifted now, arching open for his natural language and my other capturer sensing my lust, released my wrist joint. My girl whispered tidings coming to me again :"No one's going to hurt you."To be dependable it didn't hurt so far…NO ! it didn't hurt at all. I was starting to ache for more.

My hands went to the point of this licking bastard at my shank and I rode that face…writhing on his mouth as waving were pulsing inside me now. Suddenly he stopped."She's fix guy cable !"he said…"My tongue's tired ! Jesus !"I started to loose a little, my wet pussy open to the night but my ankles were still held…my workforce covered my common soldier and for the commencement time I realized how wet I was…I had never been that wet…I was embarrassed and looked into the dark fantasm of these guys and my girlfriend…but I hadn't cum yet…it had felt good but my body needed finishing…my dead body was thirsting for the finale but was cooling down rapidly. I said zilch but I was silently begging for more….my cunt was aching…the assuredness air was on my cunt lips..inside I was bursting and hot.

"Come 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 aspect, the guys and my girlfriend…I could see her smiling in the phantasm. Brett and I had our vows, after all…it was sacred to me and to him…they couldn't be broken…or could they ?

"come on Brett…it's either you or we'll adopt a bit at her…she's ready…so let's go."Brett looked at me, at my optic, I looked back…my peg being held and spread open…my pussy hot and drip, my genial United States Department of State confused and hot…and I do mean HOT ! We loved each former ; we were going to marry some day…why were we putting it off ? I was confused, doubting, questioning my future husband and his resolve…I laid my capitulum back, closed my eyes…It was true : I was hot, and ready and aching…

"Make up your judgment, guy,"it was the articulation 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 chief :"No !"I said, but just gumming. I could see he was weakening. He was so handsome, a tent in his short pants, 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 former, various 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."

mo passed…I heard a zipper…zippers ? …and then felt mortal getting between my legs…I stared up at the dark sky…my hands over my privates, hands taking my wrist away from my hot soundbox, exposing me again, pushing them back over my head. I felt crusade between my peg and a stiff cock poking at me, I looked up at Brett, standing there, looking down….then mortal held my wrist, firmly, I was open and ready…more thrust at my cunt then spreading my pussy lips…the shadowy human body knelt close…"It's him or me,"said the guy between my legs…"One last chance…make your selection, 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 assist me."I didn't know if he heard me with all the waves pounding…my headway pounding.

The waves were brassy. I hoped he heard the desperation in my voice. I waited. I was dull and closed my eyes again. I didn't have to await long as I felt a cock Begin teasing my slit brim but then it moved away ... my hands still held away from my privates…I felt dizzy, jumble. I wanted pricking. I waited. I was so incredibly hot, willing, vulnerable…not scared…wanting…there was more movement on the blanket and then :

A dickhead was pressing at me, teasing again, massaging my puffed sassing. I kept my eyes shut, listening to the wafture, the prick was playing at me, over and over, and I was hungry for it and flexed…I wanted to palpate what a real cock 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 then I wanted hot physique, without my hands guiding it…a cock fucking me, taking control. It was what I had dreamed of on so many nights after heavy petting with Brett. I couldn't tell him about it…now it had all come to me there in the night on the blanket at the beach. I wanted the real thing fucking me. I listened to the buffeting waving and wanting my own pounding…that slit was entering me now and I lifted to run into it.

I was a absorbed to my eubstance, judgement and captors…whoever it was inside me was taking it slow…milking. But wait ! This wasn't my familiar ‘ noblewoman'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 wrists, sensing now my willingness…it was hurting me and I reached for it…my manus were at my waistline, 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 fingers touching on this terrible, grand matter that began stroking inside…each time going deeper…hands lifting my bottom…I wanted all of the prick and stroking and fucking…feeling it actuate in and out of me…"OH !"I exclaimed as he hit into me.

It was my turning to tease…fingers on each English of the monster…wetting our genital organ with our fluids…I stroked the sides of his tool…balls hitting me. I was churning from side to side…his breather on me. Brett was at my ear, whispering"I didn't want this. I love you darling."I could only grunt and mumble and elevation for more.

Brett was whispering but was he also fucking me ? I wasn't sure. I couldn't tell. I didn't upkeep about it…I was all senseless and I abandoned myself in lust and was humping on this peachy peter which searched inside 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 slit, to all of me. My ankles were released, and I was holding this organic structure, this great cock, bucking with it."OH ! OH !"Then the reality went quiet…slowly the fantastic stopcock softened and withdrew.

I didn't want it to leave and I squeezed to hold it but it slipped out. Then there were other prick and more cuddling and licking…I had turned on all the hombre with my passions ... I was weak and couldn't resist…I wanted more, I did…my puss ached for more…more and more shtup on the beach, on the blanket, in the dark, 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 hand and stroked my thighs and then covered me as we lay together, breathing deeply. He was kissing me down now, down from the top. It was subdued, sullen, the tide was receding, the waves more removed. I put my head on his shoulder and reached to his waist to find if it was him who was first to have me. It had been so dark and my lust so intense I wasn't sure. His putz stiffened with my stroke. I measured it with my hand around it, wondering, but not saying. It felt like that very maiden prick but I wasn't an expert.

I just couldn't be sure enough 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 for sure. I would call for a crowing dildo. My girlfriend would never say who fucked me first. She said :"You're not for sure 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 cocksucker but I loved him. Someday I would detect out if it was his…the huge number 1 hammer I mean. I would remember the size of it…I couldn't wait to find out.

The Pub Wall…what a surprise, piece I

I was a sweet young thing, recently married and with a small tyke who mainly stayed with my Mom while I was at work…hubby often gone for weeks, sometimes a month, as he made a good life supporting us…I was too Cy Young to have a child, in my mind…I was just barely 21, fully of hormones, didn't want more children…one was enough…joy but burden along therewith…you know what I mean. Clarence Shepard Day Jr. at home, no husband, boredom, a job was the thing and my Mom loved caring for the youngster.

I was a good girl but often horny. I once told the nurse, who asked if I had any problem, that I got really wet down there. She just laughed and left me in the examination room to ruminate what was so funny about the interrogative sentence. So victorian and right but got wet easily and significant and now with a youngster.

I got a job. Wouldn't you ? A petty walking around money and something to do…people to meet, like, shall I say, Johnnie. We sold, or rather, rented TV's and figurer and things…pay as you go but have them now…for people with little credit…Johnnie would walk me nursing home sometimes and flatter me along the way…"Do you live how people look at you ?"No, I didn't, but he would evidence me…how my long auburn hair was gorgeous…how I made men flex around and smell at my tomentum and legs and my ass…how I was"hot."And so, working days would expire and the base on balls domicile were more fun than work.

One night he told me he'd buy me a drink on the way home…I arranged for child to be with Mom overnight…that day I wore a shorter dame than usual…combed my tomentum until it really shined…we were going to a pub…have a drink and then he would, as usual, 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 young bloke who meant no harm…I was a married woman with a young nipper. But he knew hubby was gone for periods…I guess he knew about hormones and young girls…he could never opine how I got so wet at times…how I made that nurse laughter with my question…and the other girls at work saw him paying tending to me and would tell me things :"Watch out for Johnnie,"they would giggle,"walking you base is just the outset of things."I didn't know what the"things"were…he was dainty to me. I would find out about"things"and"low Pub bulwark"that night.

All I could recall of that day was the"after study"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 part to the pub…it was early on Fall…a warm evening and the crickets were mad in their celebration…we sat at a tabular array and he brought a pint of lager and a glass of Patrick White vino for me…it was things about work and the people we worked with and the wine-coloured 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 clip for him…how they argued a lot and then he began to talk about sex and how he got no sex at home and went on about his wife and she didn't like"fucking"and that was a startling word for me. Men didn't talking about"fucking"when they talked to me…but the word was exciting to me…I felt myself getting wet. It was so very strange that just a man using that word could take a shit me wet…my skin was warm…my whole trunk was warm…Johnnie brought me another Methedrine of wine to go with his pint and continued on about his wife and, then that news again :"fucking"and if it was the wine or the word of honor 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 wooden leg sent me more shivers…so I swallowed some wine-coloured and felt a little dizzy about it all…this man, those men at the bar, squeezing my branch, 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 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 little Ithiel Town and I was feeling it was warm in the elbow room and it was time to go and walk dwelling house and I told him I had enough wine, that I knew my limit.

What I didn't know was my"limits."I was fold to my married man and my youngster and was not going to be unfaithful. I was certain of that. It was very hot in the pub and I waited for Johnnie to finish up his dry pint and pay the bill. I was looking forward to Saturday morning and going shopping in town…it would be a beautiful day…it was lovesome this evening and surely be a nice morning…those men at the bar…looking…and Johnnie and all his nice watchword and the"fucking"word lingered in my thinker and I was thinking of fucking just now. I went to the madam to freshen up…my face was flushed from the wine…my panties were almost dripping…I took them off, wrapped them in a paper towel and put them in my bag. I wiped myself off but that sent more than shivers…my lips were puffed up and wiping got me hot but it was metre to go…I couldn't stay the night in the bathroom !

Johnnie finally…finally…finished his pint and off we went…waving dependable night 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-skinned outside and the crickets were in full voice…no moonlight and secluded.

There was a low bulwark along one side of the pub…Johnnie pushed me against it and kissed me replete on the lips…his tongue went inside my mouthpiece, exploring my mouth. My tongue pushed back…"How dare 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 daughter saying :"…walking dwelling with Johnnie is just the scratch of things…"Johnnie's mouth was on me again…I was wet again…as his tongue wetted mine and my oral cavity 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 unruffled along the pub wall except for crickets…I kissed him back and licked inside his mouth…I shouldn't have taken off my step-in I thought…I was very wet again and maybe the miss were right :"…it was just the first of things…"I was a adept female child but my body was being bad…his breath 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"nooky"me…there was that Book again. I wasn't going to"get laid"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 shank with his hands, I pushed on his shoulder joint but our waistline were aligned…my bottom on the wall his waist pressing against me. I looked to be for sure we were alone.

I heard him unzip and he was around my waist again…moving between my legs and I felt the cloth of his drawers 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 cool and I said just a very weak…a hoping and willing"please, Johnnie"as I knew I was wet, that my"twat"was wet and ready…I didn't say that word…I imagined my"cunt"and it was cook for his tool as I felt his peel against my skin and I looked around, the pub noise and the night disturbance, and praying we wouldn't be interrupted…I wanted him to"bed"my"cunt"…we were both hot and wet and ready for"fucking."

I reached under my skirt…he wasn't in me yet…I took hold of his cock 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 cock was not as long as hubby's but it seemed very dense 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 outlet. I wanted fucking…even outside on the low pub wall…he held me tight and pushed…I opened as wide as I could…"Please"I repeated as he forced his way abstruse and I felt his waist on my waist…his hairs on mine..finally I was impaled on his thick thing 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 puss, his dick, our ventilation, and then I grabbed at his neck opening and his waistline pulling him miserly as he fucked into me and I fucked him back…I couldn't get enough of that duncish 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 gladiolus I could go home to an empty house, clean and jerk myself up and woolgather about low pub walls…and, for Johnnie and me…it was just the"starting line of things."Delicious sexy things as you will see.

The Pub Wall…Part II…we got started

After that night on the pub paries I was afraid to go to work…afraid to appear Johnnie in the eye and with all the other young lady on the sceptre of giggles…after all, they had warned me about Johnnie…how walking me home was just getting started with him…and I knew now what was"getting started"and all that.

But I did go to work, did attend 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 naughty boy and just his look made me hot…I envisioned him kissing me against the Pub Wall, unzipping, that very thickly peter, spreading me, fucking me and making me come and come…so I did look him in the eyes and smiled back…I know it was wrong…I was a married woman with a small-scale child and, also, my hubby was often gone for a hanker metre. What is a young woman to do except…well…I did matter after they got started…it was all Johnnie's demerit, you know, if he hadn't befriended me, walked me home, bought me a drink at the pub, put me on the wall…fucked me…Oh God ! Did he ever fuck me unspoilt and surd and made me tremble and carry him in a death's grip and want him to never leave my body…my cunt was starved for his cock…"screwing me Johnnie,"it said…and my bitch wanted it more…it was a blessing to my body…my physical structure craved these things…so what was I to do…a power had come into my life…its name was Johnnie…thick cock, hot, Johnnie. His wife came to meet 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 hair and my mouth that he had devoured…took off my work clothes and stood in front end of the mirror…for the first time…admiring myself. Hubby never said I was really jolly, but Johnnie did ; Hubby never devoured my mouth 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 scrub and my ginger tomentum and feeling how wet I was at just the sentiment of his cock in me…I was a honest girl but never as just or sportsmanlike as when I was coming on Johnnie's thick cock when it was fucking me…I went to sleep and dreaming again of the low pub bulwark and"just the kickoff 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 bump sooner and dressed for the event. I wore a short skirt and a pretty blouse that showed me a little more than common and I walked down the street after work, alone…just as Johnnie told me…so there wouldn't be more whispers or giggles…he was around the quoin in his little car…I jumped in and off we went…we had pail hindquarters so I couldn't squeeze against him…"shucks"I thought."Let's drive to the shoreline,"he said,"there's a somewhat spot."And so we drove and he reached for my hand…I scooted down in my seat and it was growing drab but there was a synodic month this Nox and I began to see its reflection on the road and the trees…soon he stopped the car…we were at the edge of the sea…I could pick up the wafture against the shore 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 limited property this night after work…and he kissed me…just variety of a spate on my cheek and then on my lip and then that stupid spit inside my mouth, 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 girl said :"walking me dwelling was just the start"and so it was that Night at the sea…waves, moonshine, spit 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 girl, a very bad and risque young woman, 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 opponent my desk who was always giving me the eye…and ducking under his desk to look at my legs…he was a strange fella but even he excited young and beautiful me…I saw him duck under the desk pretending to peck up something but I knew he was looking at my legs and up my dress if he could…I opened my stage and let him look at my fanny…I was naughty but you should have seen the look on his 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 effective old Johnnie…

Johnnie Hot and what was his next trick…it wasn't long for me to detect out…he pulled me over to him and the steering wheel but I didn't get all the way over before he stopped me and began to snog and pet me…telling me how pretty I was and I just poured down. In my mind I saw his hand 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 thighs, back and forth, and to the heart of me…petting my cunt…"Your cunt is soft and wet,"he said…it all shake me…I knew his fingers were wet with me…I wanted his prick and reached for him…he was stiff…I unzipped his gasp and released his loggerheaded 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 paries or crickets or other things…and I waited for his surprise…I felt naughty and begrime and aphrodisiacal and hot and pretty and wanted to jazz my surprisal. I didn't waiting long.

He lifted my skirt 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 seat and his seat and in between, the console table and cogwheel switch knob true 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 train shift…Now I knew what was my surprise…but the knob was just a thing…"Sit down on it,"he said and urged me down and down and my lip were so wet it was easy to let in this knob…"Sit down,"he demanded and it was so easy…the knob spread my lips…as had his thick cock…I slid gradually down, down on the knob…It eased up into me and I was finally on the cabinet and the node 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 nanny ? …that I sort of slip down around it, nuzzling interior and another buss from Johnnie and he was feeling my breasts…but I was still wanting…wanting that button like on the wall…this node job wasn't doing it…it was just a kind of nice matter inside me and Johnnie kissing and fondling…

"Do you like your surprise,"he asked and I nodded…trying to be appreciative…"O.K., but that's not your surprise…"I was confused now not knowing…Johnnie turned on the railway locomotive and the knob came alive, inside me, moving about, vibrating and scaring me…I tried to lift off but Johnnie held me down…his helping hand firm on my shoulders…I relaxed a little and let him hold me down and he was kissing me again and his paw were all over my breasts and rubbing my thighs and the engine was running…but the train transformation knob deep 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 cunt but making me experience all over my snatch sass and my thighs and up and down my thighs…my articulatio genus were weak and Johnnie was whispering dirty things to me and my body was riding this thing inside setting me on fire and my capitulum were full…I heard the waving at the shore and closed my eyes…I couldn't see the moonlight…the light was inside me…straddling this surprising thing…I grabbed Johnnie's brain and held it…hoping…hoping for his heating system and saying affair 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 boss which was making me purr and seminal fluid and purr some more. He was kissing and licking me…petting me…bringing me down…please bring me down…I was so gone…so wonderfully gone…needing to come down and he just held me and tears were on my face and I licked my backtalk and felt salty tears…the pommel 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 Paradise

Hawai'i : my favorite blank space but this time traveling alone as, at the last minute, my girlfriend had an emergency at work…I was determined…now on the plane from San Francisco to Honolulu…During the flight there was Sturm und Drang and I had sight of John Wayne piloting that old motored craft in the movie"The senior high and the Mighty,"Phil Sir Arthur Travers Harris complaining in the seat of the plane…the crew evaluating the"power point of no income tax return"and they were passed it now, ignoring the imprecations of the becoming hostess. They could have turned back but forged ahead into the unknown.

As the priming coat crew foreman 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 fancy modern jet, the fuselage trembling, 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 busy boss who was always importuning me…the prettiest woman on the stave for :"dinner ?"or"Fancy a drink or two after work ?"or what he was really saying to me after patting my laughingstock :"How about going to my spot to see my engraving, have a drink, strip down and fuck."How gross ! Exactly why I needed a vacation.

Our carpenter's plane landed, we all were on the WikiWiki bus off for our luggage and me to my room at the Moana…a piffling time at the Banyon Court for a drink or two and then some serious…all along…sack meter. The next day I had hired a car for a parkway to the former side of the island…away from the crowds of Waikiki…to the quiet shores near the Polynesian Cultural center where there was niggling civilization but lots of people.

Not far past the Center was a wonderful hiking path among the fertile apple Tree to the Sacred waterfall and Pool where I planned a peaceful and relaxing picnic. I had heard of this billet from a native of the islands some years past and this was my time to explore and savor. I drove past the piddling village of Kaawa to a parking lot which was almost hollow. I was dressed and equipped for the hike : A rearward inner circle with snacks and vino, of row, some wine…and my lean outfit…a short garb and tennis shoes. That's all I needed, plus a mantle for a niggling nap at the falls. I was on my way. No ordinary tourer was I and there were no tourists here…they were all buying the souvenir at the Cultural Center…a Mormon enterprise. Try finding a friendly bar there ! It wasn't going to happen. I brought my bar with me !

And up the hill I climbed which then leveled out for a gentle climb slowly to the tumble, only a few miles. It began to rain down and then stopped. I had my float courting under my little dress so I was prepared. Along the way I nodded at former hikers 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 capitulation and pool ahead.

I wasn't far on the path when I could get a line the poke urine of the falls…my heart began to pound…with the hiking and the boot of nirvana awaiting me ahead. I trudged along."Have you been here before ?"a part just behind me inquire. I didn't feeling but, a little breathlessly answered :"No, it's my first metre up here."

Then :"There is a reason why they call it Sacred downfall,"the voice said. I paused and looked to the author of the vocalism. It was a handsome Hawaiian man…you know the form : an apparently chiseled chest and torso, a all-embracing smile with beautiful smile. He was vernal than me and I wondered, ‘ is this a come on ?'I was rattling because of my boss I suppose and shouldn't have…we were just talking. But chatting led to early thing so I was shy and coy and didn't answer.

But he said :"We Hawaiians… [ pronounced HaVaiians ] …find heartsease and tranquility at the pin, it is a native matter. The fact of the falls in this outback office, the sounds of the amniotic fluid, their cleaning nature…A spiritual experience."I smiled and believed I was going to take in a religious experience…IF left alone. And I walked on, ahead of him, up some plunge portions…him behind me and I was envisioning him walking behind, under my butt…looking up my short dress 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 girl for a niggling protection just now ? menage attending to her beshrew emergency.

Just then I slipped on the wet path…down to where custody were holding me…on my bottom but preventing a fall…those helping hand on my genitals at an unexpected instant but fleetingly, then away after I had steadied myself. I turn and looked at him. He was shut down, holding me for seconds. I smiled."Thank you,"I said. He smiled back, nodding. A big, solid and understood aboriginal. His weapon were strong and muscled. I was such a tiny, slender affair. He could easily have caught me no issue how far I might have fallen."You're very pretty,"he said. I just smiled and continued up the track. When he caught me my suit had slipped up in my crotch. 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 handsome native with the strong arms.

I mean, I'm attractive and draw and he must also throw been attracted to attractive me. It was natural and we were in nirvana. I just let it be and continued my tramp. Let him look and admire my configuration and my flesh and my almost naked bottom. Then, DAMN, I slipped again on the path and fell once again into his arms…my bare tegument on his brown figure which was terribly fond on me. But this time I had seriously slipped and was totally in his arms, 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 brain and surely on his.

He put me down."The descent aren't far from here,"he said,"Be careful."“ OK"is all the vivid response I could create, my face flush and didn't quite sleep together why but I was blushing. It wasn't More than a quarter naut mi and we were at the base of the twilight, orchard apple tree tree abounding, I put down my blanket and sat to catch my breath, putting aside my backpack.

He was standing near."Are you going into the pool,"he asked."In a bit,"I said. He disrobed and now was in a pelt tight wooing."A bronze god,"I thought looking at him now and surely he was or could give been that. Indeed. I glanced at his branch, thigh, his hips, breast, arms…the bulge in his suit…I caught my breathing space again ! Then he dived into the kitty and swam to the metrical unit of the falls letting waters cleanse him…he swam back to where I was…"The urine is so refresh,"he said, reaching his hand to me…"Come on in…its nerveless and nice."I hesitated and then let him lease my paw. He pulled on me gently and I was in the piss. My lithe trunk passing by his…our flesh touching slightly as I dived in. He was right. The water supply was cool and rattling. We swam together to the gloam and splashed underneath.

Then I swam back to my mantle. He lifted me up. Those strong hands on my waistline 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 basis and then sat on my cover."That was overnice,"I said. He smiled.

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

There were a few others at the waterfall, two children and their syndicate who splashed and played, I brought out the wine and the cheese and bread…just enough for the two of us. The sun was in its descent…early afternoon. Stupid me ! I had forgotten to play a Cork screw…how to open up the wine-colored without a screw ? There was that Bible in my mind here with a god at the falls…but I was"screwless."I looked at him in alarm."Give me the bottle,"he said and laughed."I know what to do. Say a prayer and fold your center,"he laughed again. And I did so. A moment later he took my handwriting and gave me the bottleful, now clear."How did you do that ?"I exclaimed…"Magic ! Don't you believe in Magic ?"I laughed."But how ? …"

"I used my pollex,"he said."That is a very knock-down thumb,"I remarked and we both laughed and drank from the bottle. Then high mallow, bread, our lilliputian makeshift sandwich and more drinking from the bottle…the splashing of the water from the pin, the sky in the afternoon beginning to turn pink…I looked around…the children and their families were gone…the two of us were very much alone…I looked at Percy."This is why I come here at this sentence. For peace."Peace, I thought, alone with a form of peace… or if I was a piece…if only there was a Holy Scripture of poesy with Old Khayyam…but a loaf of dough, a flask of vino here in the wild, with Percy…we shared the bottle…warming me in Paradise. The wine was almost gone.

"Can I tell you carol ?"I looked at Percy."I often come here but this is enchanting being alone here with you."That word in my head"‘ enchanted'…or ‘ enchanting.'I closed my eyes…truly…enchanting and a birdsong 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 affair like this."The sky was growing pink. Percy stood and dived in the urine. I watched his hard pegleg and house buns under his courting as he dived into the pool and disappeared under the descent. He was gone now to his ‘ cache'emerging in moments…a bottle of wine-colored lifted above his body, a gorgeous smiling, swimming to me and beside me now…using his thumb to open it, pushing the bob inside…"Surprise !"he exclaimed and we were both laughing. I hugged him…"Just for import like this ?"And shared the new bottle. Hugging again.

His physical structure was wet and slick and I rubbed his back…His paw were on mine, smoothing down my thorn and I began to tingle. That password :'enchanted.'I swallowed from his bottle, mine now empty…I kept him in a hug, his hands massaging my cover and down my back.

I heard the wrangle of Academy Award Hammerstein II, and the singing of Mary Martin 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 heart of him, Percy…smiling…Some Enchanted Evening….I will foregather a stranger…thrills went down my back…his hired man were down my back…my hands rubbing his backrest and down…"Who can excuse it ? Who can tell you why ?"Those beautiful run-in of the song…and our hands on each other : who can excuse it ? Not the words but the feelings, just now, in the Wilderness, in Paradise…the sacred falls…his deal 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 happen next but they did.

He stood, lifting me…we embraced…"Some enchanting evening"the sky was pink…he removed my top…my knocker pressed against his nakedness…I pulled at his shorts and he peeled them off, he pushed my buns down…we were two hot raw lovers, our chassis meeting…he was stiff and hot on me…I reached down…he pulled us into the pool, beneath the waters, our dead body joining and up…kissing now…our tongues…our bodies..he lifted me to the shore and on my blanket. He was at the waters edge. I heard the pounding of the falls and he brought me to him…my legs around his boldness. I looked down and he smiled. He pulled me faithful to his grin, lifting my bottom on to his mouth. The powerful thumb…now gentling me…so"ahhh"gentle on my cunt lips, massaging. I closed my eyes. This charm evening.

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

I could feel him coming out of the pond now hovering over my body. He kissed me…both of us kissing…his stiff hammer at me, touching me, searching for its home…I reached down to position him…he said"No… let footling Percy chance you all by himself."Little Percy, indeed…I had felt the'little"guy ! I didn't want to wait but withdraw my clench on his huge stiff cock…I felt him searching for my aching body…I was so quick 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 ‘ slight ‘ modest, immense, stiff Percy…I lifted for him…meeting him…wanting this…on my catch eventide with a alien a beautiful stranger…"Oh !"I didn't have to hold off any longer…he was inside and deeply and urgent and again…I lifted again to take all of him into my body,"Milk me Man !"Please fuck me deep 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 capitulation pounding in my capitulum as ‘ little Sir Henry Percy ‘ was pounding my cunt…then quieting me, smoothing me down with gentle kisses. I hugged him tight not wanting him to bequeath me but feeling him go soft, slipping out and we laid, incline by side.

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

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