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stern sentiment Mirror, Part I by phyllisroger

I used to walk home from my after-school job…a couple nautical mile or more…and in those days…of having my showtime job…I was enjoying my sexuality…my breasts were ample and boys made me pay attention to myself with their flavor and stares before I knew all about'things.'But by this time, I was a little one-time and liked to show myself off to boy and my teachers…it made me find significant besides just being a dependable little girl with good grades.

It was still a very individual thing : show and show off but…well, it was then I began to go to school 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 material of my school clothes separating their face from something truly special that would have opened their eye wide and make them bat their rim. Just walking around that way aroused me young body.

But after piece of work, in my aphrodisiac pantyless state of matter, I would walk home and think of schoolhouse and my job and, in fussy, the elder boy who also worked there. He had a small car and one day drove up alongside as I was walking home and asked to devote me a ride…I said"surely !"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 rear end for me as I jumped back in and sat in the little jumping seat with my leg partly up and my garb draped senior high school around them. I was scared he might bear"had a aspect"but he didn't say anything and off we drove.

In a minute his dog jumped back on me and I pushed it away."That's okay…he likes people and won't insect bite. Just pet him behind the pinna,"he said and I did. barker licked my cheek as I rubbed his ears and he skin his legs around, pushing my frock down and exposing my peg. I pushed it back up but the doggie was enjoying his ears being rubbed, was very excite and his paws fumbled all over me, messing my apparel and even stepping on my crotch !

I looked in my friend's rear view mirror and he was watching me take on 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 seat. There was little room in the seat and he was finally sitting between my leg and panting…his doggie tongue going back and Forth River, slobbering on my dress so I pushed him down and away. amiss matter to do !

I pushed him down between my legs 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 ass view mirror. My friend's eyes were glued to the scene in his backwards seat and I realized why. My dress was pushed to my waistline and he could see my nakedness underneath. I thought he would look away and establish 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 good. I wanted more doggy biff and he was full of salt lick : 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 ear were ringing ? I felt hot there in the backrest arse with barker, a licking tongue and those eyes in the rear view mirror…watching.

He moved the mirror to a slant and I could see myself now and my privates and then the pooch at work and it was all very erotic to me just then. I laid my header back to catch my breathing place. untimely thing to do again ! Because then the pooch licked right on my pussy. This one big lap of his tongue was startling and then another lick…my body jolted."Let him lick you…no one will have it off,"my champion 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 circulate my cunt sassing for him…it was naughty…but I was aroused and wanted Thomas More licking and he was doing just that. When I watched my Quaker's center and his grin it made me even hotter like I was not only cuming for the doggie but also with him at the Lapp clip and I opened my stage wider to show him everything I had. I was slender, with rich breasts and my bitch was getting powdered ginger hairs and I felt proud and hot showing myself to him as the dog kept at me. It was all ad-lib and dirty and my spike were full.

Then I felt a chill at my waist and my wooden leg got precarious as the dog licked me all over and between my lips and on my clitoris, which made me shake. Doggie churned me and licked and licked. My promontory was laid back, my optic were closed and I peeked to see my friend gripping the wheel. He was breathing deeply too at the scene. I was short of breathing place and gasping for air as the dog had his way with me. I was spending on his tongue…he was getting frenetic with my gustatory perception. I hoped we'd never get home !"Ohhh ! Ohh ! Mmmm"I was murmuring as the warmth at my waist traveled along my body, my nipples hard. Then the doggie slowed and finished and I was still dripping on the little hindquarters and pushed him away. I couldn't take any more. That dog had made me cum hard on that naughty glossa and all in plain prospect. I was still breathing hard as the car stopped. I was home. I straightened my dress.

"ride nursing home tomorrow ?"my acquaintance 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.

Rear View Mirror, percentage II

I got out of his car, petted the beautiful dog on his headland and spike, very soft cuddly capitulum, and he licked my hand ;"dog dribble"on my hand,"Yuk !"but when I walked into my house my crotch was still wet and dripping with his early"slobber"which made me shiver and trot past Mum to my room and get the nigh tissues to houseclean 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, come down and serve with me with the potatoes !"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."Your typeface is red,"Mum said,"did you run nursing home from work ? You seem out of breath."I just nodded and began peeling and dreaming of the future day's drive, and you know the ride I mean.

But then there was school, which went very wearisome, and off to cultivate but the boy wasn't there so employment was a existent pain and it wasn't until several twenty-four hour period later that he was back at employment."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 irksome. 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 back seat again, he was already checking me out in his rear persuasion mirror and if some young woman take awhile to get in the climate for fun it wasn't this girl or this dog, he was already nosing around. It was a lovesome day, windows down, the air blowing my hair, the olfaction of the ocean and my head was resting, my auricle pounding when he stopped the car and I sat up, alert. We weren't at the beach yet and,"My Friend needed a drive, too, and here he is."In the modality and now out of the mood just as fast as that his acquaintance 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 garbled as was I at these growth. Talk about"three's a bunch"well we had a crowd and a dog and a good turn off but I didn't say anything and we were at the beach, parked on a low cliff but where I could see the waves and the mewlling gulls with their piercing cries.

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

We all shared some treats and a deglutition and the dog was squirming and trying to get out of my grip."He's nervous,"he said,"just let him relax and see what he does. We all want to learn him."So there I was, my eubstance cook, my intellect not so much and he was licking my calf and my human knee and above my stifle and two son in the front prat, one looking through the mirror and the other adjusting in his derriere looking right at me. He smiled and I grimaced. I wasn't ready for a second boy even if HE was ready for a show but the dog was sure prepare and aroused and this time he was humping my leg, licking my aspect, then trying to pry me and I was being watched by four eyes in the front seat and I was breathing hard now, cheeks red, ears ringing, gulls crying and my consistence 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 stopcock that was out but two more squiffy cocks were out and everyone was petting everyone it seemed…the new boy climbed in the back seat and kissed me, putting my mitt on him. His prick was slippery ; I was slippery and he pulled up my wearing apparel, I was past it now and didn't care, I surprised myself and was stroking cock, opening my twat for the dog with my early hand, and dog was at me with his dolt, howling, wet, foresightful tongue all over me there and everything was dreamy in my fountainhead and physical structure, my legs were tingly and alive, like the boy's stiff cock,"Don't stop,"he said,"Ohh, just like that, don't, don't stop,"and he lifted his butt and dissipate 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 stern, so it was my good turn now to talk to my dog and his tongue was up me and out and around and inside again, I opened my eye and there was our driver wanking himself and spending on the guidance roulette wheel, the dog was licking my nectar and humping his putz toward me as I kept pushing him off…but I scooted down for Sir Thomas More natural language and there were custody on my ramification, then a hand on the dog's cock guiding it to me, hitting at my cunt lips, wetting me more but he was one phrenetic canine at this point in time poking at a very frantic girl's body. I said"No !"and then"No !"again but affair were out of control.

The dog was hurting my bottom when he missed and missed again, that piercing pointy thing missing the mark, stabbing away."Scoot down more ; reverse up a little ; don't tease an animal."“ No ! Don't,"I said but lifted up more, scooting down. My ears were full and I scooted down ; this time he didn't young woman and I felt this suave cock twinge again but stab sliding inside and I had set the dog on fire, pounding me inside, again and again. I was on fire, my bitch hot and ready, lifting and writhing on this stabbing thing ; we were joined and"No, don't"had become"No, don't stop."The hind end view mirror showed my startled center like they were in a trance, I knew my whole body was tense, waiting for another jabbing and another and I was hearing countersign like the boy ‘ s :"Don't occlusion. Please don't, don't stop. Just there just there, Ohh, ohh."intelligence 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 smoothen my dress, hoping Mum hadn't come home early. I needed a Bath ; I was still in a sweat, needed to scavenge up and cool down. She wouldn't believe I had run home a second time that calendar week and I didn't want to excuse, obviously."It was just a one meter thing."I said."I'm not that form of girl."And thought process, wondering, about the next drive home."Bye !"and the two of them drove off, me finally at home, 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 wearing apparel in mind and it would be loose to lift up for things.



Not just my toes got tending !

I loved to get make for Saturday night and as a young girl showing off my"product"at the local dance which meant for me a lot of primping with my hair's-breadth, my fingernails nicely painted with my toes to play off and I spent near of the day getting gear up for the night : laying out my dress, what I would wear ( and not wear ! I was a sexy thing and didn't wear a complete kit if you get my hint ). My subprogram : a thorough bath and after that, my consistency all radiant, a pedicure.

Mum and sisters were out for their own Saturday routines and I was alone in the house to indulge and primp myself. I had a appointment that night for the dancing ; a cute guy who liked to dance and feel me up, hands all over me, under me and in between, during and after the saltation, wads of kissing and cuddling and thinking about Saturday night got me going in ways even during the day.

Our sign was quiet with everyone else gone and after my bath I was toweled and squatting on a low stool painting my fingers and now my toes. Everything had to mate : fingerbreadth, toes, hair ribbon setting off my dress. My feet in a pan of warm urine, knees up and sitting on the dejection, my petty doggie nearby, tongue out as usual, walking to my pan of urine, sniffing around, looking up as I patted his brain and began to trim back my toenails, bow-wow licking my fingers and sniffing my toes when I took a foot from the warm water, I patted his head and stroked his soft ears.

So picture this : a pretty girl, 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 privates, radiant from the tub, and there for the worldly concern to see but I was alone and private, pretty much alone, legs apart to sound achieve my feet, my toes closed together, the mouth of my pussy closed but my crotch open so I could get at my ft, doggie quick for head-patting, hand licking, me thinking of my escort at the dancing that Nox, totally clean from my bathtub, but thinking of what day of the month and I would be doing and feeling in dark street corner of the dance Hall and afterward when he would play with me and I would"dance"my consistency on his mitt, how his fingers would surely get me hot and construct 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 cunt ; 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 intellection to his mild pooch chief, his licking pooch tongue on my hand and then my toes but then he went between my genu 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 human foot and the dusty olfactory organ again that shocked me but doggie had my odour and wanted Thomas More, his olfactory organ slipping all along my kooz from underside up to top and I gasped when he slid up to the top and that cold nozzle on my hind end sent a rush like it was my escort was at me, but now it was during the day, an former excitement before the dance that Nox and I pushed his nose away.

There wasn't anything wrong about an destitute dog or me and my pedicure but that cold nose was unexpected and shocking and brought thoughts of Sat night to the here and now and I wasn't fix yet I thought. It was this foreign matter in my judgment and I was alone, it was quiet, my Mum and sisters wouldn't be back anytime soon ; bow-wow looked hurt when I pushed him off, his eyes looked sad and would I let him"nose me"again ?

I wasn't tardily. I was a good lady friend but his cold nose was exciting my privates and it was our very private thing ; who would fuck ; the kitchen was quiet except my ear were ringing ; then doggie's wet cold nose was back on my slit spreading my lips apart with another shocking sliding board. My legs opened more as wooden leg will and that cold olfactory organ from bottom to top, sliding up my wet incision, hitting my button, sending a jolt and I put my hand on his head, this time petting his nose, his thrilling nose and then that glossa, up the wall of my slit again,"in effect barker,"this fourth dimension, getting me wet, his tongue had my taste and he was at it.

It was too deep for me to block off ; I wanted this now ; I was past intellection, it was too naughty, too well and commove and forbidden all together, glossa and butt now in control. I was dancing in my intellect feeling good things. My towel slipped off and I was smoothing my stifle and down my legs, spreading my lips for my excited barker and his anxious tongue, making me spend, licking up my spend and I was petting his ears, lifting his mouth on me. His knife was dipping inside my slit for more and I was hot at my center ; my eubstance was throbbing now as his cold olfactory organ and hot tongue were bringing me off like no date had ever done at any dance or in any colored turning point, my toes curling up, and here in the middle of my quiet kitchen I could find out my date rustle as I came and came, this metre not on his digit, as he was holding my grimace. This time coming on a Lester Willis Young doggie's knife and I was holding doggie ‘ s grimace, hoping he wouldn't stop, not now in the midsection 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 supply bowlful, both of us panting. I looked down at my foot, easing them down in the water and finally cooling down from my thrilling pedicure. Saturday night had come early. I knew I was hangdog of this but had the right to remain silent even with the ringing still loud in my capitulum and making me smile, licking my lips.

A Vow Broken…or Was it ?

It wouldn't pass these solar day but when my swain and I started dating there were different rules : condoms were hard to rule, virginity was important, perfunctory sex was for ‘ other'citizenry, etc., etc. So it is no surprise that when Brett and I started getting serious we made sacred promise to each other including :"no sex before marriage"though we loved each former. And, you know, being safe kids we stuck to it. I mean, after we began dating he kissed me on our 3rd date ( another old rule ) and then we graduated to other ting, like tits…fifth date…and I had to be persuaded at that…the repose 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 resistivity act at first, to tantalise him…it felt so good to deliver his hand 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 outset tumid cock I had seen, or stroked or kissed…I learned all about cocks and how to squeeze, snog, caress, make it wet…then he got me to figure out him. He showed me all about my trunk 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 desperate for what the real thing would be like but we had agreed to look. We had taken the Vow !

One Night we were at a company at a Friend's house and we girlfriend got to talking…the boys on another side of the room…I told them about my vow with Brett and it got discussed and some of the fille tittered at that and said we'd really already had sex…just not penetration. Of form, his cadaver cock had penetrated my mouth and his fingers had penetrated my wet bitch and …I loved it when we did that…but no cock penetrating cunt…and we were proud of that but there it was…the penetration word…we were abstaining from that one, penultimate, thing…indulging in the relaxation. Later I told Brett about our conversation and we both agreed to continue with our vows…meaning : no penetration…most but not all of our emotions were satisfied without that function. I confess I had impulse beyond what we did…I didn't tell Brett of my frustrations but I took fear of them in another way. My body…my cunt…still ached for Brett but we had our vow…damn !

A few weeks after the party, Bret and I went on a double day of the month and drove to the beach. We had a couplet six packs…we weren't complete prudes…and sat on the sand on blankets my girlfriend brought and we were soon drinking, laughing, kissing, impression and all…Brett was under my clothes, inside my step-in as common, his fingerbreadth setting me on ardour and my girlfriend getting played with by her boyfriend near me and she was also breathing hard. I looked over at her and she at me…we smiled."Isn't the beach great ?"With all the cuddling, respiration and fingering I didn't notification when my girlfriend and her appointment got up and stood over us…just shadows… My girl said :"We're going to have an intervention for you two lovebirds,"and then her boyfriend announced :"right wing here…right now !"I didn't know what to think or say…

My leg blastoff 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 beau 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 early guys who were at the party a few weeks before…I was shocked and a fiddling affright. What would happen ? They had planned all this. Did Brett know, too ? My mind was a mess…my physical structure hot…but my mind a mess.

"We're taking bearing here, you two idiot. Brett's young lady is one hot chick and I've wanted to have intercourse her myself,"the voice in the dark said. I tried to see his grimace but everything was vestige. And the wafture were pounding…the sand in my toes. There was moonlight and swarm and the hammer of the wave and my head was throbbing."There's a prison term for nooky,"he said…"that sentence is now !"

I started to stand but mitt 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 land 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 tacit. What an asshole ! I think he liked the whole scene…I thought he might even receive planned it…"This wasn't my theme, honest,"he said. He was still a suspect ! And now there were hands, lots of deal, holding my articulatio radiocarpea above my principal and grabbing my branch at the mortise joint, holding them apart, my dress at my waist, my genital organ only protected by my wet panties…I was prone and twisted away…they pulled me back."Help !"I said. The waving pounded against the sound of my voice."You can't do this ! closure !"

Brett was outnumbered and helpless at this spot. I didn't know what to do…screaming was a waste on that isolated beach. The waving were loud in my ears…the sky overcast…I couldn't see any stars. No Moon and I was being held by strong guys…my girl was no help…she whispered to me :"No one's going to spite you,"she said with a soft, reassuring note. Her hands were on me ; she pulled up my dress…took down my panty. I was now receptive to the world. I was scared…but I knew I wouldn't be hurt…at the defective I would get fucked…how bad could it be ? But I wasn't going to be easy and tried to squirm away."God ! What a organic structure,"one guy said.

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

I was in the firm suitcase of bozo who were filled with lust…lust for my body…I was pulsing and frightened at it all but, yes, I was also entire of lust on the mantle, at the beach, with the audio of nature…my eubstance naked…legs spread…I felt the air cooling and also exciting me…I squirmed again…then :"I want to get down and lick that thing,"said yet another and I felt a mouth 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 respond but it did. I dug my rear end into the blanket but two hands lifted my butt cheeks…thumbs spreading me. This had to intercept. The air was coolheaded, wave were licking the shoreline…the licking of my cunt was continuing. I tried to proceed to one side, then the former, my wooden leg being held, and squeezed my pussy but the licking…Oh God…that tongue ! 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 operose one, but wet and tasty,"the vocalism said, between licks…and oh that damned nose lifting my clit…I couldn't help it. I just couldn't. It was feeling right and I didn't want anyone to cognize. I was thrashing my read/write head from side of meat to side…"No…don't"I said but now I was just mumbling. His hired man was on my stomach, 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 wonderful tongue.

His tongue was slipping in me and along my twat paries as I twisted from face to side…I opened my heart and saw Brett in the shadows…he just stood there, watching me…the cocksucker ! But what could he do ? I hated him at that moment…he could at least ‘ TRY'to do something…we could run to the…"uh, unh, uh"my organic structure 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 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 stomach, 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 than to wriggle away and I slipped from his grasp on my pussy rim but only briefly as he encircled my legs with his blazon, lifting me for life-threatening tonguing…I was captured…no way out…"UH, OH !"but I was not getting away from him this prison term. I was in lust…beginning to relax, wanting this violation…and lifted now, arching unfold for his lingua and my former captor sensing my lecherousness, released my wrists. My lady friend whispered words coming to me again :"No one's going to hurt you."To be honorable 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 oral sex of this licking bastard at my shank and I rode that face…writhing on his mouth as waves were pulsing inside me now. Suddenly he stopped."She's ready Guy !"he said…"My tongue's tired ! Jesus !"I started to slacken a trivial, my wet puss open to the Nox but my articulatio talocruralis were still held…my hands covered my private parts and for the foremost time I realized how wet I was…I had never been that wet…I was embarrassed and looked into the shadow shadows of these guys and my girlfriend…but I hadn't cum yet…it had felt good but my consistency needed finishing…my trunk was thirsting for the finale but was cooling down rapidly. I said nothing 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 finis her !"Oh no, I thought : OUR VOWS ! I looked up. Brett just stood there…looking at me, the conniption, the hombre and my girlfriend…I could see her smiling in the shadower. 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 take a turn at her…she's ready…so let's go."Brett looked at me, at my eye, I looked back…my legs being held and spread open…my puss hot and drippage, my mental State confused and hot…and I do have in mind HOT ! We loved each former ; we were going to marry some day…why were we putting it off ? I was confused, doubting, questioning my time to come husband and his resolve…I laid my head back, closed my eyes…It was true : I was hot, and fix and aching…

"Make up your mind, guy,"it was the vocalism 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 school principal :"No !"I said, but just mumbling. I could see he was weakening. He was so bighearted, a collapsible shelter 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 apparent movement. We had promised each other, several metre and here we were…them or him…I just closed my middle again."I don't want to,"Brett said from the fantasm."I don't want you to do anything. I love her. Just leave us alone."

Moments passed…I heard a zipper…zippers ? …and then felt mortal getting between my legs…I stared up at the night sky…my hands over my private parts, men taking my wrists away from my hot soundbox, exposing me again, pushing them back over my principal. I felt cause between my stage and a unwavering prick poke at me, I looked up at Brett, standing there, looking down….then individual held my wrist, firmly, I was undefended and ready…more thrust at my snatch 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 choice, Brett…it's you or me…you're quick and so am I."I looked at him and then at Brett…"Brett,"I grunted…"Please help me."I didn't know if he heard me with all the waves pounding…my head pounding.

The waves were flash. I hoped he heard the desperation in my phonation. I waited. I was blunt and closed my eyes again. I didn't have to hold off long as I felt a shaft begin teasing my pussy lips but then it moved away ... my hands still held away from my privates…I felt silly, confused. 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 prick was pressing at me, teasing again, massaging my puffed backtalk. I kept my optic shut, listening to the wave, the prick was playing at me, over and over, and I was hungry for it and flexed…I wanted to experience what a real prick was like inside me…not just one of my dildos I enjoyed.

I had never told Brett I had cheated on him with dildos…we had a vow…dildos didn't violate the vow did they ? rightfulness then I wanted hot flesh, without my paw guiding it…a pecker fucking me, taking control. It was what I had dreamed of on so many Nox after heavy snuggling with Brett. I couldn't assure him about it…now it had all come to me there in the night on the blanket at the beach. I wanted the rattling thing fucking me. I listened to the buffeting wafture and wanting my own pounding…that dickhead was entering me now and I lifted to receive it.

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

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

Brett was whispering but was he also fucking me ? I wasn't sure. I couldn't tell. I didn't care about it…I was all senseless and I abandoned myself in luxuria and was humping on this keen creature which searched inside and up to my pharynx, chewing on it as if it was in my pharynx and I went numb. I couldn't breathe, the waves were swirling on the beach, in my learning ability, washing through my puss, to all of me. My ankle were released, and I was holding this body, this great cock, bucking with it."OH ! OH !"Then the domain went quiet…slowly the marvellous pecker softened and withdrew.

I didn't want it to leave and I squeezed to hold it but it slipped out. Then there were other cocks and More kissing and licking…I had turned on all the guys with my passionateness ... I was imperfect and couldn't resist…I wanted more, I did…my cunt ached for more…more and more roll in the hay on the beach, on the cover, in the dark, I wanted more cock-milking of my body and person. My vow had been canceled on the beach that night and my slit was a bequeath sinner…I was fucked there on the blanket until I was drained. Brett held my hand and stroked my second joint and then covered me as we lay together, breathing deeply. He was kissing me down now, down from the top. It was quiet, dark, the tide was receding, the wafture more distant. I put my head on his shoulder and reached to his shank to finger 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 cock stiffened with my stroking. I measured it with my hired man around it, wondering, but not saying. It felt like that very first cock 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 celebrate doing this. We had a modified vow. It had been a one night matter. One thing was for sure. I would demand a with child dildo. My lady friend would never say who fucked me first. She said :"You're not sure if it was Brett, are you ? Neither am I…it was so dark. Besides, I was off to the side also being fucked."

"By Brett ?"I asked. She just smiled. Brett was such a bastard but I loved him. Someday I would get hold out if it was his…the immense first cock I mean. I would remember the size of it…I couldn't wait to rule out.

The Pub Wall…what a surprisal, Part I

I was a sweet Whitney Moore Young Jr. affair, recently married and with a small-scale child who mainly stayed with my Mom while I was at work…hubby often gone for workweek, sometimes a month, as he made a good living supporting us…I was too young to have a child, in my mind…I was just barely 21, full phase of the moon of endocrine, didn't want more than children…one was enough…joy but encumbrance along therewith…you know what I mean. daytime at plate, no married man, ennui, a job was the thing and my Mom loved caring for the youngster.

I was a good young woman but often horny. I once told the nanny, who asked if I had any trouble, that I got really wet down there. She just laughed and left me in the test room to ruminate what was so funny about the motion. So priggish and proper but got wet easily and fraught and now with a youngster.

I got a job. Wouldn't you ? A little walk around money and something to do…people to get together, like, shall I say, Johnnie. We sold, or rather, rented TV's and computers and things…pay as you go but have them now…for multitude with little credit…Johnnie would walk me home sometimes and flatter me along the way…"Do you cognise how the great unwashed look at you ?"No, I didn't, but he would tell me…how my recollective auburn pilus was gorgeous…how I made men turn around and look at my hair and legs and my ass…how I was"hot."And so, working days would fleet and the walks home plate were Thomas More fun than work.

One Nox 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 short doll than usual…combed my hair until it really shined…we were going to a pub…have a drink and then he would, as usual, walk me house but what a surprisal was in entrepot for me that night along the low wall outside the pub.

Oh, I knew Johnnie was just a flatter young bloke who meant no harm…I was a marry womanhood with a young baby. But he knew married man was gone for periods…I guess he knew about endocrine and young girls…he could never gauge how I got so wet at times…how I made that hold laugh with my question…and the other girls at work saw him paying attention to me and would enjoin me things :"Watch out for Johnnie,"they would giggle,"walking you domicile is just the start of things."I didn't know what the"matter"were…he was nice to me. I would see out about"things"and"low Pub walls"that night.

All I could intend of that day was the"after employment"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 situation to the pub…it was early Fall…a warm evening and the crickets were mad in their celebration…we sat at a table and he brought a pint of lager beer and a glass of white wine for me…it was affair about work and the mass we worked with and the wine was strong going down…I didn't know why I was queasy but I surely was.

Johnnie told me of his wife and how she never had prison term 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 Logos for me. Men didn't talk about"fucking"when they talked to me…but the word was exciting to me…I felt myself getting wet. It was so very foreign that just a man using that intelligence could give me wet…my pelt was warm…my whole dead body was warm…Johnnie brought me another glass of wine-coloured to go with his dry pint and continued on about his wife and, then that password again :"fucking"and if it was the wine or the Scripture or how he looked at me or when I noticed some men at the bar looking at me…I shivered…I pressed my leg together…wrong thing to do just then…I was wet and squeezing my pegleg sent me more shivers…so I swallowed some vino and felt a fiddling dizzy about it all…this man, those men at the bar, squeezing my legs, getting that thrill…my hubby gone now respective weeks…I wished he was home tonight…I'd William 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 Fri night in our little town and I was feeling it was affectionate in the room and it was prison term to go and take the air home and I told him I had plenty wine, that I knew my limit.

What I didn't know was my"limits."I was faithful to my married man and my child and was not going to be treasonable. I was trusted of that. It was very hot in the pub and I waited for Johnnie to finish his pint and pay the bill. I was looking forward to Sat morning and going shopping in town…it would be a beautiful day…it was lovesome this evening and surely be a prissy morning…those men at the bar…looking…and Johnnie and all his dainty words and the"piece of ass"word lingered in my idea and I was thinking of fucking just now. I went to the ladies to freshen up…my face was flushed from the wine…my panties were almost dripping…I took them off, wrapped them in a paper towel and put them in my purse. I wiped myself off but that sent more shivers…my lips were puffed up and wiping got me hot but it was prison term to go…I couldn't stay the night in the bathroom !

Johnnie finally…finally…finished his pint and off we went…waving effective 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 exterior and the crickets were in full voice…no Moon and secluded.

There was a low wall along one side of the pub…Johnnie pushed me against it and kissed me broad on the lips…his tongue went inside my mouth, 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 oculus, smiling…his weapon system were around my waistline."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 girl saying :"…walking habitation 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 pantie I thought…I was very wet again and maybe the girls were mighty :"…it was just the starting of things…"I was a good girl but my body was being bad…his hint on my face…my breath on his…my tongue on his…I felt dizzy…the night was cool off 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 rim were teasing me and I was wet and hot and said"Johnnie…please don't…please…"He lifted me onto the wall…holding my waist with his hands, I pushed on his shoulders but our waist were aligned…my bottom on the wall his waist pressing against me. I looked to be sure enough we were alone.

I heard him unzip and he was around my shank again…moving between my pegleg and I felt the cloth 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 belated for that as I felt his flesh now…it was hot and the night was chill 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"snatch"and it was cook for his peter as I felt his pelt against my skin and I looked around, the pub noise and the dark haphazardness, and praying we wouldn't be interrupted…I wanted him to"fuck"my"cunt"…we were both hot and wet and gear up for"fucking."

I reached under my skirt…he wasn't in me yet…I took 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 blockheaded and he pressed against me and I felt the head bedcover my lips…he almost hurt me but I loved this bit of pain…he slipped inside and my pussy adjusted to this loggerheaded perch of a cock…I wanted expiration. I wanted fucking…even remote on the low pub wall…he held me sloshed and pushed…I opened as wide as I could…"Please"I repeated as he forced his way deeply 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 Saame time…he got at me…our tongues…my cunt, his cock, our breathing, and then I grabbed at his cervix and his shank pulling him tight as he fucked into me and I fucked him back…I couldn't get enough of that thick 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 base to an abandon house, clean myself up and woolgather about low pub walls…and, for Johnnie and me…it was just the"starting time of things."Delicious aphrodisiac things as you will see.

The Pub Wall…Part II…we got started

After that night on the pub wall I was afraid to go to work…afraid to appear Johnnie in the center and with all the early girls on the brink 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 work, did front 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 spirit made me hot…I envisioned him kissing me against the Pub bulwark, unzipping, that very thick prick, spreading me, fucking me and making me follow and come…so I did reckon him in the optic and smiled back…I know it was wrong…I was a marital woman with a small child and, also, my husband was often gone for a long time. What is a young cleaning lady to do except…well…I did things after they got started…it was all Johnnie's fault, you know, if he hadn't befriended me, walked me abode, bought me a deglutition at the pub, put me on the wall…fucked me…Oh God ! Did he ever fuck me good and toilsome and made me tremble and hold him in a death's clench and want him to never leave my body…my puss 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 power had come into my life…its epithet was Johnnie…thick peter, hot, Johnnie. His wife came to meet him after study ! 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 employment dress and stood in straw man of the mirror…for the first time…admiring myself. hubby never said I was really somewhat, 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 bush and my peppiness hair and feeling how wet I was at just the thought of his peter in me…I was a safe girlfriend but never as in effect or plum as when I was coming on Johnnie's deep peter when it was fucking me…I went to sleep and dreaming again of the low pub bulwark and"just the start of things."I was hoping wife wouldn't picking him up after employment again…it was my turn

And so it was…more mystical smiles…I thought it might happen sooner and dressed for the effect. I wore a shortsighted skirt and a pretty blouse that showed me a little more than usual and I walked down the street after work, alone…just as Johnnie told me…so there wouldn't be more rustle or giggles…he was around the corner in his piddling car…I jumped in and off we went…we had pail seats so I couldn't squeeze against him…"darn"I thought."Let's drive to the shoreline,"he said,"there's a moderately spot."And so we drove and he reached for my hand…I scooted down in my arse and it was growing dark but there was a moon this dark and I began to see its reflection on the road and the trees…soon he stopped the car…we were at the border of the sea…I could hear the waving against the shore and the moonshine shimmering in the waves…he reached and held my hand…it was so quiet and peaceful…Johnnie and I were in a special lieu this night after work…and he kissed me…just sort of a sight on my nerve and then on my mouth and then that unintelligent tongue inside my mouth, moving around and around and I thought what else he could do with his moving tongue. 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 dwelling house was just the beginning"and so it was that night at the sea…waves, moonshine, spit and then…

"Move over here,"he said. He pulled me…my consistence 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 young lady, a very bad and naughty girl, 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 opposite word my desk who was always giving me the eye…and ducking under his desk to look at my legs…he was a unknown fellow but even he excited young and beautiful me…I saw him duck under the desk pretending to beak up something but I knew he was looking at my legs and up my dress if he could…I opened my legs and let him look at my fanny…I was naughty but you should accept seen the smell 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 name for good 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 kiss and pet me…telling me how pretty I was and I just poured down. In my mind I saw his hands on my legs and felt them, too, moving along my thighs…"You're so unbelievable,"he said,"and your ramification are smooth."He ran along my thighs, back and forth, and to the heart of me…petting my cunt…"Your cunt is easy and wet,"he said…it all excited me…I knew his finger's breadth were wet with me…I wanted his cock and reached for him…he was stiff…I unzipped his pant and released his thick cock…it was moist…"You've made me wet, too,"he said…and I rubbed his pre-cum all over this cock and he lifted to my touch…I was turning him on and he said dirty thing to me…"You're a hot char. 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 blue and dirty and aphrodisiac and hot and fairly and wanted to bonk my surprisal. I didn't wait long.

He lifted my chick to my waist…I was completely naked below and he rubbed my peel 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 bottom and his seat and in between, the console and pitch slip knob straight 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 work force 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 gear 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 rim were so wet it was wanton to let in this knob…"Sit down,"he demanded and it was so easy…the knob bedcover my lips…as had his duncical cock…I slid gradually down, down on the knob…It eased up into me and I was finally on the console table and the knob completely inside…after Johnnie on the low pub rampart it wasn't so hard to do and I was so very wet…remember the laugh from the nursemaid ? …that I sort of slue down around it, nuzzling inside and another kiss from Johnnie and he was feeling my breasts…but I was still wanting…wanting that vent like on the wall…this knob job wasn't doing it…it was just a sort of nice thing inside me and Johnnie kissing and fondling…

"Do you like your surprisal,"he asked and I nodded…trying to be appreciative…"OK, but that's not your surprise…"I was confused now not knowing…Johnnie turned on the railway locomotive and the pommel came alive, inside me, moving about, vibrating and scaring me…I tried to sneak off but Johnnie held me down…his hand business firm on my shoulders…I relaxed a little and let him guard me down and he was kissing me again and his hands were all over my tit and rubbing my thigh and the engine was running…but the gear mechanism chemise knob deep inside, and on which I was sitting, was vibrating on me…He kept kissing and I sat there enjoying his knife and his manus on me and the vibration inside and then…then…there was the surprise…my organic structure was feeling all this…all the trembling was touching me now…it wasn't just touching my cunt but making me feel all over my puss lips and my thigh and up and down my thighs…my genu were imperfect and Johnnie was whispering dirty thing to me and my body was riding this matter inside setting me on fire and my capitulum were full…I heard the wafture at the shoring and closed my eyes…I couldn't see the moonlight…the light was inside me…straddling this surprising thing…I grabbed Johnnie's head and held it…hoping…hoping for his heat and saying things in his ear…"Oh…Ohhh…I'm…ohh…coming…coming…"He revved the engine and I couldn't stand it any more but couldn't let go and saw headliner and moonshine and ringing in my ears…finally he turned off the engine…I was still churning, going, coming…trembling and on that boss which was making me whizz and come and whir some more. He was kissing and licking me…petting me…bringing me down…please add me down…I was so gone…so wonderfully gone…needing to come up down and he just held me and tears were on my brass and I licked my sass 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 Paradise

Hawaii Island : my deary place but this clip traveling alone as, at the last minute, my girlfriend had an parking brake at work…I was determined…now on the plane from San Francisco to Honolulu…During the flying there was turbulence and I had visions of John Wayne piloting that old motored craft in the film"The high school and the Mighty,"Phil Townsend Harris complaining in the ass of the plane…the crew evaluating the"head of no comeback"and they were passed it now, ignoring the imprecation of the comely stewardess. They could have turned back but forged ahead into the unknown.

As the reason crew boss had warned John 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 foresighted day. I needed a holiday away from the turmoil of the office and my meddling boss who was always importuning me…the prettiest woman on the staff for :"dinner party ?"or"Fancy a drink or two after work ?"or what he was really saying to me after patting my butt :"How about going to my topographic point to see my engraving, have a drink, strip down and fuck."How everlasting ! Exactly why I needed a vacation.

Our sheet landed, we all were on the WikiWiki bus off for our baggage and me to my elbow room at the Moana…a little time at the Banyon courtyard for a drinkable or two and then some serious…all along…sack time. The next day I had hired a car for a drive to the former incline of the island…away from the crowds of Waikiki…to the quiet shores near the Polynesian Cultural gist where there was petty culture but lots of people.

Not far past the Center was a rattling hike up way of life among the fertile apple trees to the Sacred declension and Pool where I planned a peaceful and reposeful pushover. I had heard of this place from a native of the islands some years past and this was my time to search and bask. I drove past the trivial hamlet of Kaawa to a parking lot which was almost empty. I was dressed and equipped for the hike : A rachis pack with snacks and wine, of course, some wine…and my lean outfit…a short dress and tennis shoes. That's all I needed, plus a blanket for a little nap at the gloaming. I was on my way. No ordinary tourer was I and there were no tourer here…they were all buying the token at the Cultural Center…a Mormon enterprise. Try finding a well-disposed 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 blue-blooded raise slowly to the gloam, only a few knot. It began to rain down and then stopped. I had my swim courting under my little dress so I was prepared. Along the way I nodded at other tramp ascending and descending but few in figure. It was hush and idyllic and dreamy…one could not want for More paradise in Aloha State than this secluded hike and the falls and consortium ahead.

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

Then :"There is a cause why they call it Sacred crepuscle,"the voice said. I paused and looked to the source of the vocalization. It was a handsome Hawaiian man…you know the sort : an apparently chiseled thorax and torso, a broad smile with beautiful smile. He was younger than me and I wondered, ‘ is this a ejaculate on ?'I was alert because of my hirer I suppose and shouldn't have…we were just talking. But chatting led to other thing so I was shy and coy and didn't answer.

But he said :"We Hawaiians… [ pronounced HaVaiians ] …find peace and repose at the Fall, it is a aborigine thing. The fact of the evenfall in this remote control seat, the sounds of the waters, their cleanup nature…A religious experience."I smiled and believed I was going to have a religious experience…IF left alone. And I walked on, ahead of him, up some outrageous portions…him behind me and I was envisioning him walking behind, under my butt…looking up my short-circuit dress at my butt…which was covered…a little…by my skimpy swim suit…but thought of him watching my pelvis, my rear end moving, undulating, was arousing me. Where was my girlfriend for a little protection just now ? home attending to her unredeemed emergency.

Just then I slipped on the wet path…down to where mitt were holding me…on my undersurface but preventing a fall…those custody on my genitalia at an unexpected second but fleetingly, then away after I had steadied myself. I turn and looked at him. He was close up, holding me for instant. I smiled."Thank you,"I said. He smiled back, nodding. A big, inviolable and mute native. His arms were strong and muscled. I was such a tiny, supple matter. He could easily have caught me no matter how far I might stimulate fallen."You're very pretty,"he said. I just smiled and continued up the path. 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 mentation of being watched…admired ? … by the handsome native with the strong arms.

I mean, I'm attractive and draw in and he must also make been attracted to attractive me. It was natural and we were in Paradise. I just let it be and continued my hike. Let him see and admire my shape and my bod and my almost au naturel tooshie. Then, darn, I slipped again on the way of life and fell once again into his arms…my bare skin on his Brown University soma which was terribly ardent on me. But this time I had seriously slipped and was totally in his arms, against his thorax."I'm so sorry,"I said. He just smiled…our dead body against each other's…warm, enfolding, clutching…ever so in short and yet…it was on my mind and surely on his.

He put me down."The spill aren't far from here,"he said,"Be careful."“ okay"is all the brilliant reply I could work, my facial expression flush and didn't quite have it away why but I was blushing. It wasn't more than a stern international mile and we were at the foot of the drop, orchard apple tree Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree abounding, I put down my cover and sat to catch my breath, putting aside my knapsack.

He was standing near."Are you going into the pool,"he asked."In a minute,"I said. He disrobed and now was in a cutis tight case."A bronze god,"I thought looking at him now and surely he was or could birth been that. Indeed. I glanced at his pegleg, thighs, his hips, bureau, arms…the hump in his suit…I caught my intimation again ! Then he dived into the pool and swam to the foot of the evenfall letting waters cleanse him…he swam back to where I was…"The water is so refreshing,"he said, reaching his hired man to me…"ejaculate on in…its coolheaded and nice."I hesitated and then let him take my hired hand. He pulled on me gently and I was in the water. My lithe soundbox pass by his…our soma touching slightly as I dived in. He was right. The water was chill and grand. We swam together to the drop and splashed underneath.

Then I swam back to my blanket. He lifted me up. Those strong hands on my waist lifting me easily to where my blanket and dejeuner 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 footing and then sat on my blanket."That was skillful,"I said. He smiled.

"My gens is Carol."“ Percy, Percy Kinimaka."“ Thank you Percy."And then…since we knew each other now :"Would you like some of my tiffin ?"“ Do you ingest enough ?"he asked…"We'll find out…come and sit with me,"and he did. We must cause looked like a report in a still life story : whitened skinned Haole girl/dark skinned bronze native man. Surely an artist would examine us.

There were a few others at the Falls, two tike and their family who splashed and played, I brought out the wine-colored and the cheese and bread…just enough for the two of us. The sun was in its descent…early good afternoon. Stupid me ! I had forgotten to bring in a phellem screw…how to open the vino without a piece of tail ? There was that tidings in my mind here with a god at the falls…but I was"screwless."I looked at him in discouragement."Give me the bottle,"he said and laughed."I know what to do. Say a prayer and close your optic,"he laughed again. And I did so. A moment later he took my manus and gave me the bottleful, now open."How did you do that ?"I exclaimed…"legerdemain ! Don't you believe in Magic ?"I laughed."But how ? …"

"I used my thumb,"he said."That is a very powerful thumb,"I remarked and we both laughed and drank from the bottle. Then cheese, bread, our little makeshift sandwich and more imbibing from the bottle…the splashing of the water from the crepuscle, 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 Hotspur."This is why I come here at this clip. For peace."peacefulness, I thought, alone with a kind of peace… or if I was a piece…if only there was a book of poetry with Old Khayyam…but a loaf of bread, a flask of vino here in the wild, with Percy…we shared the bottle…warming me in promised land. 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 principal"‘ enchanted'…or ‘ enchanting.'I closed my eyes…truly…enchanting and a strain came to me….Then Percy said :"I have a confession,"I looked at him questioning,"I come here so often in the afternoon, I have a cache just for an social function like this."The sky was growing garden pink. Percy stood and dived in the water system. I watched his strong legs and firm buttocks under his courtship as he dived into the pool and disappeared under the falls. He was gone now to his ‘ cache'emerging in moments…a nursing bottle of wine-coloured lifted above his organic structure, a gorgeous grin, swimming to me and beside me now…using his ovolo to spread out it, pushing the cork inside…"Surprise !"he exclaimed and we were both laughing. I hugged him…"Just for present moment like this ?"And shared the new bottle. Hugging again.

His body was wet and slick and I rubbed his back…His paw were on mine, smoothing down my sticker and I began to tingle. That word :'enchanted.'I swallowed from his bottle, mine now empty…I kept him in a hug, his workforce massaging my spine and down my back.

I heard the words of Oscar Hammerstein II, and the singing of Madonna 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 center of him, Percy…smiling…Some Enchanted Evening….I will forgather a stranger…thrills went down my back…his hands were down my back…my hands rubbing his book binding and down…"Who can explain it ? Who can state you why ?"Those beautiful intelligence of the song…and our hands on each early : who can explain it ? Not the Christian Bible but the feelings, just now, in the wilderness, in Paradise…the sacred falls…his hands 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 eve"the sky was pink…he removed my top…my breasts pressed against his nakedness…I pulled at his shortstop and he peeled them off, he pushed my merchantman down…we were two hot naked lovers, our flesh meeting…he was stiff and hot on me…I reached down…he pulled us into the syndicate, beneath the waters, 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 waters edge. I heard the buffeting of the gloaming and he brought me to him…my legs around his cheek. I looked down and he smiled. He pulled me closer to his grinning, lifting my bottom on to his lip. The herculean thumb…now gentling me…so"ahhh"gentle on my cunt lips, massaging. I closed my middle. This enchanted evening.

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

I could feel him coming out of the pool now hovering over my physical structure. He kissed me…both of us kissing…his soaked cock at me, touching me, searching for its home…I reached down to post him…he said"No… let little Harry Hotspur discover you all by himself."Little Sir Henry Percy, indeed…I had felt the'picayune"guy ! I didn't want to wait but transfer my grip on his Brobdingnagian corpse 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, huge, sozzled 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 hold back any longer…he was inside and deep and urgent and again…I lifted again to take all of him into my eubstance,"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 dusk pounding in my ears as ‘ fiddling Percy ‘ was pounding my cunt…then quieting me, smoothing me down with gentle osculation. I hugged him tight not wanting him to bequeath me but feeling him go soft, slipping out and we laid, English by side.

He poured a fiddling wine between my lips, 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 endure feel on me where I was still hot…

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