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Rear View Mirror, character I by phyllisroger

I used to walk menage from my after-school job…a couple miles or more…and in those days…of having my first job…I was enjoying my sexuality…my breasts were ample and boys made me pay tending to myself with their expression and stares before I knew all about'things.'But by this time, I was a minuscule older and liked to evidence myself off to boys and my teachers…it made me feel important besides just being a unspoilt 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 finger brave though it was from some of the early girls that I first heard about not wearing them. Little did the boys know when they admired me, there was only the fabric of my shoal attire separating their aspect from something truly special that would have opened their center across-the-board and make them lick their brim. Just walking around that way aroused me young body.

But after work, in my aphrodisiac pantyless state of matter, I would walk home and think of school and my job and, in fussy, the older boy who also worked there. He had a little car and one day drove up alongside as I was walking rest home and asked to pass on me a ride…I said"for certain !"and popped in the front seat…But I almost sat on his dog and jumped out the door…he said :"Get in back,"and moved the prat for me as I jumped back in and sat in the footling jump seat with my wooden leg partly up and my dress draped high around them. I was scared he might have"had a expression"but he didn't say anything and off we drove.

In a instant his dog jumped back on me and I pushed it away."That's okay…he likes people and won't pungency. Just pet him behind the ears,"he said and I did. Doggie licked my brass as I rubbed his spike and he jumble his legs around, pushing my wearing apparel down and exposing my legs. I pushed it back up but the doggie was enjoying his ear being rubbed, was very shake up and his paws fumbled all over me, messing my dress and even stepping on my fork !

I looked in my friend's rear purview mirror and he was watching me play with his dog. I saw his eye staring at me and I smiled back as the dog was getting really favorable with me but I pushed him down on the can. There was footling room in the behind and he was finally sitting between my legs and panting…his doggie tongue going back and Forth River, slobbering on my dress so I pushed him down and away. damage thing to do !

I pushed him down between my legs and he licked my leg on one side and then the early and I was still rubbing his ears as I was told. I looked in the parent purview mirror. My Friend's optic were glued to the scene in his back nates and I realized why. My clothes was pushed to my waist and he could see my desolation underneath. I thought he would attend away and give me privacy but he didn't. He said :"Go ahead !"I didn't know what he meant but the pooch was still licking up my leg and it felt near. I wanted more pooch licks and he was full of licks : the slope of this leg, then that, and my friend staring. It was suddenly very tranquillise in the lilliputian car or was it that my ears were ringing ? I felt hot there in the stake seat with bow-wow, a licking lingua and those eye in the rear end thought mirror…watching.

He moved the mirror to a slant and I could see myself now and my privates and then the doggie at work and it was all very erotic to me just then. I laid my head back to captivate my breathing spell. ill-timed 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 eubstance jolted."Let him lick you…no one will know,"my protagonist said as he kept looking at my bleakness.

The car seemed to be moving very slowly and I petted the dog's ears some more and reached down to circularise my pussy lips for him…it was naughty…but I was aroused and wanted more licking and he was doing just that. When I watched my friend's eyes and his grinning it made me even hotter like I was not only cuming for the pooch but also with him at the same metre and I opened my legs wider to show him everything I had. I was slender, with plenteous white meat and my cunt was getting ginger whisker and I felt proud and hot showing myself to him as the dog kept at me. It was all spontaneous and dirty and my ears were full.

Then I felt a frisson at my waist and my legs got shaky as the dog licked me all over and between my rim and on my button, which made me shake. Doggie churned me and licked and licked. My drumhead was laid back, my eyes were closed and I peeked to see my friend gripping the wheel. He was breathing deeply too at the scene. I was suddenly of breath and gasping for air as the dog had his way with me. I was spending on his tongue…he was getting frenetic with my penchant. I hoped we'd never get home !"Ohhh ! Ohh ! Mmmm"I was murmuring as the heating at my waist traveled along my torso, my nipples hard. Then the doggie slowed and finished and I was still dripping on the little fundament and pushed him away. I couldn't take any more. That dog had made me cum arduous on that naughty glossa and all in plain sentiment. I was still breathing hard as the car stopped. I was home. I straightened my dress.

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

Rear sentiment Mirror, part II

I got out of his car, petted the beautiful dog on his head and ears, very soft cuddly spike, and he licked my hand ;"dog slaver"on my hand,"Yuk !"but when I walked into my house my crotch was still wet and dripping with his other"drivel"which made me shiver and jog retiring Mum to my room and get the cheeseparing tissue paper to clean up. I sat on the bed, cleansing and touching and laid back ; my peg bare and cool and played with myself, still wetting up and came again quickly."beloved, come down and help oneself with me with the white potato !"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 face is red,"Mum said,"did you run home plate from body of work ? You seem out of breath."I just nodded and began peeling and dreaming of the next day's drive, and you know the drive I mean.

But then there was school day, which went very decelerate, and off to work but the boy wasn't there so body of work was a material pain in the neck 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 fondness skipped a beat and the clock moved slow. It was pay day and I got my software package :"Mum won't be back for a couple more than hr,"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 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 haircloth, the spirit of the ocean and my head was resting, my ears pounding when he stopped the car and I sat up, alert. We weren't at the beach yet and,"My acquaintance needed a ride, too, and here he is."In the mode and now out of the modality just as quick as that his friend got in the straw man and we all said"Hi"and off we went. Now I pushed the dog away from me and held his cop making him sit beside and away from me ; he was just as confused as was I at these developments. Talk about"three's a crowd"well we had a crowd and a dog and a serious turning off but I didn't say anything and we were at the beach, parked on a low cliff but where I could get wind the waves and the mewlling sea gull with their piercing cries.

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

We all shared some goody and a drink and the dog was squirming and trying to get out of my grip."He's anxious,"he said,"just let him loosen and see what he does. We all want to look out him."So there I was, my body ready, my mind not so practically and he was licking my calfskin and my knee and above my articulatio genus and two boys in the face seat, one looking through the mirror and the other adjusting in his seat looking right at me. He smiled and I grimaced. I wasn't ready for a irregular boy even if HE was prepare for a show but the dog was trusted quick and randy and this prison term he was humping my leg, licking my fount, then trying to pry me and I was being watched by four eyes in the figurehead tail and I was breathing hard now, cheeks red, pinna ringing, mark crying and my body crying for that dog no subject where I was and suddenly I didn't care who was watching.

It was a hot panorama. Then it wasn't just the dog hammer that was out but two more pissed peter were out and everyone was petting everyone it seemed…the new boy climbed in the stake seat and kissed me, putting my hand on him. His cock 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 cunt for the dog with my other hand, and dog was at me with his stupid, fantastic, wet, long glossa all over me there and everything was dreamy in my head and dead body, my legs were tingly and animated, like the boy's stiff pecker,"Don't stop,"he said,"Ohh, just like that, don't, don't stop,"and he lifted his butt and shot his cum in the air landing on the dog's back but I kept at him until he was limp. Then he just held my hand and slumped in the seat, so it was my number now to talk to my dog and his glossa was up me and out and around and inside again, I opened my centre and there was our number one wood wanking himself and spending on the steering bicycle, the dog was licking my ambrosia and humping his dick toward me as I kept pushing him off…but I scooted down for more clapper and there were hands on my legs, then a hand on the dog's cock guiding it to me, hitting at my puss lips, wetting me more but he was one phrenetic canine at this point poking at a very frenzied girl's dead body. I said"No !"and then"No !"again but affair were out of control.

The dog was hurting my seat when he missed and missed again, that sharp pointy thing missing the mark, stabbing away."Scoot down more ; uprise up a little ; don't vamper an animal."“ No ! Don't,"I said but lifted up more, scooting down. My capitulum were full-of-the-moon and I scooted down ; this time he didn't miss and I felt this smoothen pecker shot again but knife sliding inside and I had set the dog on fire, pounding me inside, again and again. I was on attack, my cunt hot and ready, lifting and writhing on this stabbing thing ; we were joined and"No, don't"had become"No, don't stop."The rear view mirror showed my galvanize eyes like they were in a trance, I knew my whole body was tense, waiting for another thrust and another and I was hearing tidings like the boy ‘ s :"Don't stop. Please don't, don't catch. Just there just there, Ohh, ohh."Words wouldn't come ; licking my brim, trying to breath, tasting the salt air, the boy petting my second joint, 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 out and smooth my apparel, hoping Mum hadn't come home early. I needed a tub ; I was still in a sudor, needed to strip up and cool down. She wouldn't believe I had run home a second fourth dimension that week and I didn't want to explain, obviously."It was just a one clip thing."I said."I'm not that form of girl."And cerebration, wondering, about the next ride home base."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 boat and had a new shorter garb in mind and it would be comfortable to lift up for things.



Not just my toes got tending !

I loved to get ready for Sabbatum nighttime and as a youth daughter showing off my"product"at the local dancing which meant for me a lot of primping with my hair, my fingernails nicely painted with my toes to match and I spent most of the day getting ready for the night : laying out my clothes, what I would outwear ( and not endure ! I was a sexy thing and didn't wear a complete outfit if you get my lead ). My routine : a thorough tub and after that, my consistency all radiant, a pedicure.

Mum and baby were out for their own Saturday routines and I was alone in the sign of the zodiac to baby and plume myself. I had a particular date that night for the dance ; a cute guy who liked to dance and experience me up, hands all over me, under me and in between, during and after the dance, peck of kissing and cuddling and thinking about Sabbatum night got me going in way of life even during the day.

Our family was placid with everyone else gone and after my bath I was toweled and squatting on a low commode painting my finger and now my toes. Everything had to fit : finger, toes, hair thread setting off my apparel. My groundwork in a pan of lovesome urine, knees up and sitting on the stool, my piffling doggie nearby, tongue out as usual, walking to my pan of water, sniffing around, looking up as I patted his mind and began to trim my toenails, doggie licking my fingers and sniffing my toes when I took a foot from the warmly water, I patted his head and stroked his gentle ears.

So photograph this : a pretty girl, like me, only covered with a towel ( covered ? Not totally shroud, I mean it was just a towel. ) but I was alone in our kitchen, knees up, towel slipping to my shank, my privates, radiant from the bath, and there for the universe to see but I was alone and private, pretty much alone, legs apart to better reach my pes, my toes closed together, the sass of my slit closed but my crotch open so I could get at my fundament, doggie ready for head-patting, hand beating, me thinking of my day of the month at the terpsichore that night, totally clean from my bathroom, but thinking of what appointment and I would be doing and feeling in dark quoin of the saltation hall and afterward when he would act as with me and I would"dance"my body on his hand, how his fingers would surely get me hot and reach me cum as he fingered my kooz, that he would whisper in my ear and snog my mouth and differentiate me how pretty I am and how he loved my naked slit ; that he was glad I wasn't"fully"dressed for our fun.

And doggie sensing something in me, scenting something, as I was dreaming of the saltation and all and gave no persuasion to his diffuse doggy head, his licking doggie clapper on my hand and then my toes but then he went between my human knee and his frigidity nose brought me back to the kitchen and my pedicure. I pushed him away :"Naughty boy. Your olfactory organ is cold !"and he looked up at me curious, seeming to smile and licking his mouth.

Then I was back to my fundament and the stale olfactory organ again that shocked me but doggie had my olfactory property and wanted more, his nose slipping all along my kooz from underside up to top and I gasped when he slid up to the top and that cold nose on my fanny sent a thrill like it was my date was at me, but now it was during the day, an early on inflammation before the dance that Night and I pushed his nose away.

There wasn't anything wrong about an impeccant dog or me and my pedicure but that cold nose was unexpected and shocking and brought view of Sabbatum dark to the here and now and I wasn't quick yet I thought. It was this strange thing in my judgement and I was alone, it was quiet, my Mum and baby wouldn't be back anytime soon ; doggy looked hurt 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 missy but his insensate nose was exciting my genitalia and it was our very private matter ; who would bang ; the kitchen was quiet except my pinna were ringing ; then doggie's wet cold olfactory organ was back on my pussy spreading my mouth apart with another shocking slide. My legs opened more as legs will and that cold nose from bottom to top, sliding up my wet dent, hitting my button, sending a jolt and I put my handwriting on his head, this time petting his olfactory organ, his thrilling nose and then that spit, up the paries of my slit again,"Good doggie,"this time, getting me wet, his tongue had my taste and he was at it.

It was too lately for me to terminate ; I wanted this now ; I was past tense thinking, it was too risque, too good and exciting and disallow all together, tongue and fanny now in dominance. I was dancing in my brain feeling just things. My towel slipped off and I was smoothing my knees and down my legs, spreading my mouth for my excited doggie and his anxious lingua, making me drop, licking up my spend and I was petting his spike, lifting his mouth on me. His knife was dipping inside my scratch for more and I was hot at my nub ; my body was throbbing now as his cold nose and hot natural language were bringing me off like no particular date had ever done at any dance or in any saturnine street corner, my toes curling up, and here in the center of my tranquility kitchen I could hear my date susurration as I came and came, this time not on his fingerbreadth, as he was holding my look. This prison term coming on a young doggie's knife and I was holding pooch ‘ s font, hoping he wouldn't catch, not now in the middle of my pedicure. I was feeling very naughty and very hot being licked until he was finished with me and walked away to his water bowl, both of us panting. I looked down at my feet, easing them down in the water supply and finally cooling down from my thrilling pedicure. Sat night had come early. I knew I was guilty of this but had the rightfulness to remain silent even with the resonance still loud in my auricle and making me smile, licking my lips.

A Vow Broken…or Was it ?

It wouldn't befall these twenty-four hours but when my swain and I started dating there were different rules : safe were hard to find, virginity was authoritative, daily sex was for ‘ other'masses, etc., etc. So it is no surprise that when Brett and I started getting serious we made sacred promises to each other including :"no sex before marriage"though we loved each former. And, you know, being good Kid we stuck to it. I mean, after we began dating he kissed me on our third date ( another old ruler ) and then we graduated to other tings, like tits…fifth date…and I had to be persuaded at that…the sleep was downhill…or uphill depending on how we looked at it..and from then on it wasn't long before he was in my pants…I did a petty resistance act at maiden, to tease him…it felt so honest to have his hand on me there, his fingers getting slippery from me…and then I was unzipping him…heavy necking 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 cocks and how to gouge, kiss, caress, throw it wet…then he got me to lick him. He showed me all about my physical structure but we still kept our promised to expect until"later'to go ‘ all the way.'Brett ad I were sticking to our mutual vow…barely. I was desperate for what the real number thing would be like but we had agreed to wait. We had taken the Vow !

One nighttime we were at a political party at a protagonist's sign 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 girls tittered at that and said we'd really already had sex…just not penetration. Of row, his stiff dick had penetrated my mouth and his fingers had penetrated my wet cunt 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, penultima, thing…indulging in the rest. 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 urge 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 workweek after the company, Bret and I went on a double particular date and drive to the beach. We had a couple six packs…we weren't complete prudes…and sat on the sand on mantle my girlfriend brought and we were soon drinking, laughing, kissing, feeling and all…Brett was under my dress, inside my panties as usual, his fingers setting me on fire and my girlfriend getting played with by her beau near me and she was also breathing hard. I looked over at her and she at me…we smiled."Isn't the beach enceinte ?"With all the petting, breathing and fingering I didn't notice when my girl and her escort got up and stood over us…just shadows… My girl said :"We're going to get an intervention for you two lovebirds,"and then her boyfriend announced :"Right here…right now !"I didn't know what to call back or say…

My legs guessing 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 swain 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 company a few weeks before…I was shocked and a minuscule scared. What would chance ? They had planned all this. Did Brett know, too ? My mind was a mess…my body hot…but my psyche a mess.

"We're taking direction here, you two idiots. Brett's girl is one hot chick and I've wanted to fuck her myself,"the voice in the dark said. I tried to see his face but everything was shadows. And the waving were pounding…the sand in my toes. There was moonlight and swarm and the hammer of the moving ridge and my heading was throbbing."There's a time for fucking,"he said…"that time is now !"

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

I was looking for assistance but Brett was silent. What an dickhead ! I think he liked the whole scene…I thought he might even have planned it…"This wasn't my idea, dependable,"he said. He was still a suspect ! And now there were mitt, lots of work force, holding my carpus above my head and grabbing my stage at the mortise joint, holding them apart, my dress at my waist, my private only protected by my wet panties…I was prone and twisted away…they pulled me back."Help !"I said. The waves pounded against the sound of my voice."You can't do this ! plosive !"

Brett was outnumbered and helpless at this point. I didn't know what to do…screaming was a waste on that sequester beach. The waves were loud in my ears…the sky overcast…I couldn't see any adept. No lunation and I was being held by inviolable guys…my girlfriend was no help…she whispered to me :"No one's going to spite you,"she said with a mild, reassuring tone. Her custody were on me ; she pulled up my dress…took down my pantie. I was now out-of-doors to the reality. I was scared…but I knew I wouldn't be hurt…at the worst I would get fucked…how bad could it be ? But I wasn't going to be easy and tried to squirm away."God ! What a body,"one guy said.

"Can't let that somewhat puss go to waste,"said another. There was that exciting word…cunt…and it was my cunt…which until a few minute before was wet, hot and excited. Now, I confess, the shot and the men holding…it was all exciting and my head pounded. Another confession : I was still wet, hot, stimulate and still a little scared.

I was in the firm clutch of Guy who were filled with lust…lust for my body…I was pulsing and frightened at it all but, yes, I was also good of lustfulness on the cover, 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 puzzle out that thing,"said yet another and I felt a mouth on my fiddling virgin cunt…I flexed…a hot knife licking up one side of meat and then up the other…a cold horn in moving on my clit…which stiffened to the tongue and I squirmed again but this clock time, spontaneously, it felt so good…I fought the feeling…didn't want my body to answer but it did. I dug my nates into the blanket but two custody lifted my tail end cheeks…thumbs spreading me. This had to check. The air was assuredness, wave were licking the shoreline…the beating of my cunt was continuing. I tried to move to one side, then the other, my ramification being held, and squeezed my twat but the licking…Oh God…that tongue ! Hands lifting me up…the licking continued. I couldn't help it and then another lap. I had to let myself go now. My physical structure had taken charge.

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

His clapper was slipping in me and along my slit rampart as I twisted from slope to side…I opened my optic and saw Brett in the shadows…he just stood there, watching me…the SOB ! 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 body said to me and I tried not to discover it. It came again, with the waves,"Uh, UH, UH, OH"I spasmed. The beach was gimcrack and alive with water rushing in, rushing out ; my feelings were rushing the same…my impertinence hot, blushing. I hoped they couldn't see me. He pushed on my stomach, licking harder…in an unspeakable, beautiful rhythm…he was a bastard…all of them…Brett and all of them.

"You wet squawk,"the licker said…looking up…"You are so get it on wet !"It was true…I was.

I tried once to a greater extent to squirm away and I slipped from his grasp on my cunt lips but only briefly as he encircled my wooden leg with his sleeve, lifting me for serious tonguing…I was captured…no way out…"UH, OH !"but I was not getting away from him this time. I was in lust…beginning to relax, wanting this violation…and lifted now, arching open for his tongue and my other captor sensing my luxuria, released my wrists. My lady friend whispered intelligence coming to me again :"No one's going to spite you."To be honest 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 head of this licking bastard at my waist and I rode that face…writhing on his rima oris as waves were pulsing inside me now. Suddenly he stopped."She's ready guy cable !"he said…"My lingua's tired ! Deliverer !"I started to relax a little, my wet pussy out-of-doors to the night but my ankles were still held…my hands covered my genitals and for the first fourth dimension I realized how wet I was…I had never been that wet…I was embarrassed and looked into the dark shadows of these cat and my girlfriend…but I hadn't cum yet…it had felt good but my body needed finishing…my body was thirsting for the finale but was cooling down rapidly. I said goose egg but I was silently begging for more….my cunt was aching…the sang-froid air was on my cunt lips..inside I was bursting and hot.

"semen on Brett. We've got her ready…now finish her !"Oh no, I thought : OUR VOWS ! I looked up. Brett just stood there…looking at me, the scene, the bozo and my girlfriend…I could see her smiling in the tincture. 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 ingest a turn at her…she's ready…so let's go."Brett looked at me, at my eye, I looked back…my stage being held and spread open…my pussy hot and drippage, my mental state confused and hot…and I do imply 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 head back, closed my eyes…It was true : I was hot, and quick and aching…

"Make up your judgment, guy,"it was the voice holding one of my legs. I looked up, Brett looked at me, lying there, about to be ravished by others…or Him…what to do. I shook my head :"No !"I said, but just mumbling. I could see he was weakening. He was so good-looking, a collapsible shelter in his drawers, I wanted him so much…"What can I do honey ?"he said."It's either them or me. You love me, don't you ?"I froze. No motion. We had promised each other, several clip 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."

import passed…I heard a zipper…zippers ? …and then felt someone getting between my legs…I stared up at the nighttime sky…my hands over my genitals, paw taking my articulatio radiocarpea away from my hot torso, exposing me again, pushing them back over my head. I felt movement between my legs and a strong cock poke at me, I looked up at Brett, standing there, looking down….then person held my wrists, firmly, I was open and ready…more thrusting at my twat then spreading my cunt lips…the shadowy figure knelt close…"It's him or me,"said the guy between my legs…"One live chance…make your choice, Brett…it's you or me…you're prepare 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 caput pounding.

The moving ridge were gimcrack. I hoped he heard the despair in my voice. I waited. I was numb and closed my oculus again. I didn't have to waitress long as I felt a dick begin teasing my pussy lips but then it moved away ... my hands still held away from my privates…I felt light-headed, confused. I wanted pricking. I waited. I was so incredibly hot, volition, vulnerable…not scared…wanting…there was more movement on the blanket and then :

A prick was pressing at me, teasing again, massaging my puffed brim. I kept my eyes 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 palpate what a genuine SOB was like inside me…not just one of my dildos I enjoyed.

I had never told Brett I had cheated on him with dildos…we had a vow…dildos didn't violate the vow did they ? rightfulness then I wanted hot form, without my handwriting guiding it…a tool fucking me, taking control. It was what I had dreamed of on so many nighttime after heavy snuggling with Brett. I couldn't tell him about it…now it had all come to me there in the dark on the mantle at the beach. I wanted the genuine thing fucking me. I listened to the pounding undulation and wanting my own pounding…that prick was entering me now and I lifted to receive it.

I was a enwrapped 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 thing inching into me was awful…I lifted as it squeezed inside…stretching me, exploring, the guy rope released my wrists, sensing now my willingness…it was hurting me and I reached for it…my hands were at my waist, smoothing my legs…feeling my hairsbreadth, 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, fantastic thing that began stroking inside…each time going deeper…hands lifting my bottom…I wanted all of the pricking and stroking and fucking…feeling it affect in and out of me…"OH !"I exclaimed as he hit into me.

It was my turn to tease…fingers on each incline of the monster…wetting our privates with our fluids…I stroked the sides 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 maunder and aerodynamic lift for more.

Brett was whispering but was he also fucking me ? I wasn't sure. I couldn't William Tell. I didn't care about it…I was all senseless and I abandoned myself in lust and was humping on this majuscule tool which searched inside and up to my pharynx, chewing on it as if it was in my throat and I went numb. I couldn't breathe, the undulation were swirling on the beach, in my brain, washing through my bitch, to all of me. My ankles were released, and I was holding this body, this dandy stopcock, bucking with it."OH ! OH !"Then the macrocosm went quiet…slowly the wonderful peter softened and withdrew.

I didn't want it to go forth and I squeezed to halt it but it slipped out. Then there were former cocks and more than snuggling and licking…I had turned on all the hombre with my warmth ... I was weak and couldn't resist…I wanted more, I did…my cunt ached for more…more and Sir Thomas More roll in the hay on the beach, on the blanket, in the iniquity, I wanted more cock-milking of my dead body and soulfulness. My vow had been canceled on the beach that night and my cunt was a willing sinner…I was fucked there on the mantle 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 quieten, dark, the tide was receding, the waves more remote. I put my oral sex on his articulatio humeri and reached to his waist to feel if it was him who was first to have me. It had been so drear and my lustfulness so intense I wasn't sure. His cock stiffened with my stroking. I measured it with my manus 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 and almost didn't forethought. 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 matter was for for certain. I would need a bigger dildo. My girlfriend would never say who fucked me first. She said :"You're not sure if it was Brett, are you ? Neither am I…it was so grim. 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 happen out if it was his…the immense low cock I mean. I would recall the sizing of it…I couldn't postponement to incur out.

The Pub Wall…what a surprise, theatrical role I

I was a scented Loretta Young affair, recently married and with a small child who mainly stayed with my Mom while I was at work…hubby often gone for weeks, sometimes a month, as he made a good living supporting us…I was too young to have a nestling, in my mind…I was just barely 21, full of hormones, didn't want more children…one was enough…joy but incumbrance along therewith…you know what I mean. Days at home, no married man, boredom, a job was the thing and my Mom loved caring for the youngster.

I was a sound 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 good story about the interrogative. So straitlaced and right but got wet easily and pregnant and now with a youngster.

I got a job. Wouldn't you ? A little walking around money and something to do…people to meet, 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 take the air me home sometimes and flatter me along the way…"Do you have intercourse how people look at you ?"No, I didn't, but he would tell apart me…how my long auburn fuzz was gorgeous…how I made men turn around and look at my haircloth and legs and my ass…how I was"hot."And so, working days would pass and the pass home 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 unretentive annulus than usual…combed my hair until it really shined…we were going to a pub…have a swallow and then he would, as common, walk me home but what a surprise was in storage for me that night along the low wall outside the pub.

Oh, I knew Johnnie was just a blandish youthful cuss who meant no harm…I was a wed cleaning lady with a young fry. But he knew husband was gone for periods…I conjecture he knew about hormone and Edward Young girls…he could never guess how I got so wet at times…how I made that nurse laugh with my question…and the early girls at piece of work saw him paying attention to me and would tell me things :"Watch out for Johnnie,"they would giggle,"walking you place is just the kickoff of things."I didn't know what the"things"were…he was gracious to me. I would incur out about"things"and"low Pub rampart"that night.

All I could consider of that day was the"after body of work"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 office to the pub…it was early Fall…a warm even and the crickets were mad in their celebration…we sat at a table and he brought a dry pint of lager and a glass of T. H. White wine for me…it was things about work and the people we worked with and the wine was warm going down…I didn't know why I was nervous but I surely was.

Johnnie told me of his wife and how she never had time for him…how they argued a lot and then he began to verbalise 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 jump word for me. Men didn't talk about"fucking"when they talked to me…but the Holy Writ was exciting to me…I felt myself getting wet. It was so very strange that just a man using that word could establish me wet…my skin was warm…my whole body was warm…Johnnie brought me another glass of wine-colored to go with his pint and continued on about his wife and, then that password again :"fucking"and if it was the vino or the password 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 matter to do just then…I was wet and squeezing my peg sent me more shivers…so I swallowed some wine and felt a petty dizzy about it all…this man, those men at the bar, squeezing my stage, getting that thrill…my hubby gone now respective weeks…I wished he was home tonight…I'd tell him to"screwing me."I wouldn't say it out loud…I was a honest 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 township and I was feeling it was warm in the room and it was time to go and walk plate and I told him I had plenty wine-colored, 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 unfaithful. I was sure of that. It was very hot in the pub and I waited for Johnnie to finish his dry pint and pay the poster. I was looking forward to Saturday break of the day and going shopping in town…it would be a beautiful day…it was warmly this evening and surely be a skillful morning…those men at the bar…looking…and Johnnie and all his skillful words and the"screwing"news lingered in my thinker and I was thinking of fucking just now. I went to the lady to freshen up…my boldness 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 sassing were puffed up and wiping got me hot but it was time to go…I couldn't stay the night in the bathroom !

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

There was a low wall along one side of meat of the pub…Johnnie pushed me against it and kissed me wide on the lips…his glossa went inside my oral fissure, exploring my mouth. My tongue pushed back…"How daring he,"I thought as he insinuated it in and around my tongue…I jerked my head back and he looked me in the eyes, smiling…his arms were around my shank."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 miss saying :"…walking home with Johnnie is just the offset 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 tranquility 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 fille were compensate :"…it was just the start of things…"I was a honest girl but my body was being bad…his breath on my face…my breath on his…my tongue on his…I felt dizzy…the Nox was cool but I was hot…he pulled me to him and told me how pretty I was and how he wanted to"fuck"me…there was that word again. I wasn't going to"bonk"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 waist with his hands, I pushed on his shoulders but our waists were aligned…my bottom of the inning on the wall his waist pressing against me. I looked to be sure we were alone.

I heard him unzip and he was around my waistline again…moving between my legs and I felt the cloth of his pant against them…pushing and spreading them…"Please Johnnie,"I said again but it was not a"please don't"it was too deep for that as I felt his bod now…it was hot and the dark was cool and I said just a very weak…a hoping and volition"please, Johnnie"as I knew I was wet, that my"bitch"was wet and ready…I didn't say that word…I imagined my"cunt"and it was ready for his cock as I felt his skin against my hide and I looked around, the pub noise and the nighttime randomness, and praying we wouldn't be interrupted…I wanted him to"fuck"my"puss"…we were both hot and wet and prepare for"fucking."

I reached under my skirt…he wasn't in me yet…I took hold of his stopcock which was hot and tricky and I held it and looked at him…he was looking right into me…I was on that wall…"Please Johnnie !"I whispered, pleadingly now…."fuck me !"His cock was not as long as married man's but it seemed very thick and he pressed against me and I felt the headway spread my lips…he almost offend me but I loved this bit of pain…he slipped inside and my pussy adjusted to this thick Pole of a cock…I wanted liberation. I wanted fucking…even outside on the low pub wall…he held me tight and pushed…I opened as across-the-board as I could…"Please"I repeated as he forced his way trench 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 slit, his cock, our ventilation, and then I grabbed at his neck and his waist pulling him tight as he fucked into me and I fucked him back…I couldn't get enough of that duncical hot cock until I was finished and came and was poise again and he lifted me down off that low pub wall…I had gotten off… and we walked home…his cum oozing down my thighs…I was so glad I could go home to an vacuous household, clean myself up and dream about low pub walls…and, for Johnnie and me…it was just the"scratch line of things."Delicious sexy things as you will see.

The Pub Wall…Part II…we got started

After that night on the pub bulwark I was afraid to go to work…afraid to look Johnnie in the eyes and with all the other girls on the verge 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 look Johnnie in the eyes…he smiled and it was like he was petting my puss ! I was instantly wet and looked away…he was a gamey boy and just his look made me hot…I envisioned him kissing me against the Pub Wall, unzipping, that very thick cock, 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 adult female with a small youngster and, also, my hubby was often gone for a yearn metre. What is a young char 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 base, bought me a drink at the pub, put me on the wall…fucked me…Oh God ! Did he ever fuck me skillful and surd and made me shiver and hold him in a death's handle and want him to never go away my body…my cunt was starved for his cock…"piece of ass 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 cock, 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 bath mirror…my hair and my mouth that he had devoured…took off my study clothes and stood in front of the mirror…for the firstly 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 gingerroot hair and feeling how wet I was at just the thought of his dick in me…I was a good miss but never as beneficial or clean as when I was coming on Johnnie's thick shaft when it was fucking me…I went to sleep and dreaming again of the low pub wall and"just the start of things."I was hoping married woman wouldn't pick him up after work again…it was my bit

And so it was…more secret smiles…I thought it might happen sooner and dressed for the effect. I wore a short skirt and a pretty blouse that showed me a little More than common and I walked down the street after body of work, alone…just as Johnnie told me…so there wouldn't be Sir Thomas More whispers or giggles…he was around the box in his little car…I jumped in and off we went…we had bucketful seats so I couldn't squeezing against him…"damn"I thought."Let's drive to the shoreline,"he said,"there's a middling spot."And so we drove and he reached for my hand…I scooted down in my seat and it was growing dark but there was a moon this Nox and I began to see its reflectivity on the road and the trees…soon he stopped the car…we were at the sharpness of the sea…I could hear the wafture against the shore and the moonlight shimmering in the waves…he reached and held my hand…it was so quiet and peaceful…Johnnie and I were in a exceptional place this night after work…and he kissed me…just kind of a flock on my cheek and then on my lips and then that stupid tongue inside my mouth, moving around and around and I thought what else he could do with his moving knife. 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 daughter said :"walking me home plate was just the start"and so it was that night at the sea…waves, moonlight, natural language and then…

"motion over here,"he said. He pulled me…my consistency over toward him…lifting me over to where he was opposite the wheel…so what is this all about, I thought, what is he doing ? I was a bad girl, a very bad and risque miss, this night…I dressed that cockcrow without knickers…had felt hot and wet all day at work…hoping no one would notice…there was a man who sat contrary my desk who was always giving me the eye…and ducking under his desk to expect at my legs…he was a foreign fellow but even he excited young and beautiful me…I saw him duck under the desk pretending to blame up something but I knew he was looking at my pegleg and up my attire if he could…I opened my branch and let him look at my fanny…I was naughty but you should stimulate seen the look on his grimace ! 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 observe out…he pulled me over to him and the steering bike but I didn't get all the way over before he stopped me and began to osculate and pet me…telling me how pretty I was and I just poured down. In my mind I saw his hands on my legs and felt them, too, moving along my thighs…"You're so incredible,"he said,"and your legs are smooth."He ran along my second joint, back and Forth, and to the heart of me…petting my cunt…"Your twat is easy and wet,"he said…it all excited me…I knew his fingerbreadth were wet with me…I wanted his shaft and reached for him…he was stiff…I unzipped his bloomers and released his fatheaded cock…it was moist…"You've made me wet, too,"he said…and I rubbed his pre-cum all over this shaft and he lifted to my touch…I was turning him on and he said dirty things to me…"You're a hot womanhood. You're so naughty and dirty…and I've got a surprise for you tonight…"There was no pub bulwark or crickets or other things…and I waited for his surprise…I felt naughty and dirty and sexy and hot and pretty and wanted to jazz my surprisal. I didn't wait long.

He lifted my wench to my waist…I was completely naked below and he rubbed my skin 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 prat and his seat and in between, the cabinet and gear teddy 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 hands on my shank 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 geared wheel 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 include this knob…"Sit down,"he demanded and it was so easy…the pommel spread 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 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 laughter from the nurse ? …that I sort of slid down around it, nuzzling inside and another buss 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 kind of gracious affair inside me and Johnnie kissing and fondling…

"Do you like your surprise,"he asked and I nodded…trying to be appreciative…"okay, but that's not your surprise…"I was confused now not knowing…Johnnie turned on the engine and the knob came alive, inside me, moving about, vibrating and scaring me…I tried to come up off but Johnnie held me down…his mitt firm on my shoulders…I relaxed a little and let him hold me down and he was kissing me again and his hands were all over my titty and rubbing my second joint and the railway locomotive was running…but the gear switching knob deeply inside, and on which I was sitting, was vibrating on me…He kept kissing and I sat there enjoying his knife and his men on me and the vibrations inside and then…then…there was the surprise…my body was feeling all this…all the palpitation was touching me now…it wasn't just touching my cunt but making me find all over my twat lips and my second joint and up and down my thighs…my knee joint were weak and Johnnie was whispering dirty things to me and my body was riding this matter inside setting me on blast and my ears were full…I heard the Wave at the shore and closed my eyes…I couldn't see the moonlight…the Christ Within 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 railway locomotive and I couldn't stand it any more but couldn't let go and saw principal and moonlight and rings in my ears…finally he turned off the engine…I was still churning, going, coming…trembling and on that knob which was making me purr and come 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 lips and felt salty tears…the node 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 nirvana

HI : my favourite place but this time traveling alone as, at the last min, my girlfriend had an hand brake at work…I was determined…now on the plane from San Francisco to Honolulu…During the flight of steps there was turbulence and I had visions of John John Wayne piloting that old motored trade in the moving picture"The High and the Mighty,"Phil Joel Harris complaining in the hind end of the plane…the work party evaluating the"degree of no take"and they were passed it now, ignoring the malediction of the decent stewardess. They could stimulate turned back but forged ahead into the unknown.

As the ground crew gaffer had warned Duke Wayne :"I said it to Orville and to Wilbur : It'll never get off the ground."But here we all were, in a fancy advanced jet, the fuselage vibration, awakening me…then smoothing and I went back to dozing. It had been a tenacious day. I needed a vacation away from the turmoil of the office and my officious boss who was always importuning me…the prettiest woman on the staff for :"dinner ?"or"illusion a drink or two after employment ?"or what he was really saying to me after patting my fundament :"How about going to my piazza to see my etchings, have a drink, strip down and fuck."How utter ! Exactly why I needed a vacation.

Our plane landed, we all were on the WikiWiki bus off for our baggage and me to my room at the Moana…a footling time at the Banyon Court for a drink or two and then some serious…all along…sack time. The succeeding day I had hired a car for a crusade to the other side of the island…away from the crowds of Waikiki…to the quiet shore near the Polynesian Cultural inwardness where there was piffling polish but mass of people.

Not far past the Center was a marvelous hiking path among the fertile apple trees to the Sacred Falls and pond where I planned a peaceful and restful picnic. I had heard of this place from a native of the islands some long time past and this was my time to explore and relish. I drove past the little village of Kaawa to a parking lot which was almost empty. I was dressed and equipped for the tramp : A rachis pack with bite and wine, of course, some wine…and my skimpy outfit…a short dress and lawn tennis place. That's all I needed, plus a mantle for a little nap at the downfall. I was on my way. No ordinary holidaymaker was I and there were no holidaymaker here…they were all buying the souvenirs at the Cultural Center…a Mormon endeavor. Try finding a friendly bar there ! It wasn't going to happen. I brought my bar with me !

And up the James Jerome Hill I climbed which then leveled out for a patrician ascent slowly to the pin, only a few miles. It began to rain and then stopped. I had my float suit under my little dress so I was prepared. Along the way I nodded at other hikers ascending and descending but few in numeral. It was restrained and idyllic and dreamy…one could not want for more paradise in Hawaii than this secluded hike and the gloaming and pond ahead.

I wasn't far on the path when I could find out the hammer piddle of the falls…my heart began to pound…with the wage increase and the boot of paradise awaiting me ahead. I trudged along."Have you been here before ?"a voice just behind me wonder. I didn't look but, a fiddling breathlessly answered :"No, it's my first-class honours degree time up here."

Then :"There is a reason why they call it Sacred Falls,"the vox said. I paused and looked to the informant of the spokesperson. It was a good-looking Hawaiian man…you know the form : an apparently chiseled chest and body, a blanket smile with beautiful grin. He was younger than me and I wondered, ‘ is this a come on ?'I was merry because of my boss I suppose and shouldn't have…we were just talking. But chatting led to other things so I was shy and coy and didn't answer.

But he said :"We Hawaiians… [ pronounced HaVaiians ] …find peace and tranquility at the falls, it is a aborigine thing. The fact of the falls in this outback place, the phone of the waters, their cleansing nature…A religious experience."I smiled and believed I was going to sustain 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 lean swim suit…but thinking of him watching my hips, my buttocks moving, undulating, was arousing me. Where was my girlfriend for a little protection just now ? Home attending to her deuced emergency.

Just then I slipped on the wet path…down to where manus were holding me…on my bottom but preventing a fall…those hands on my privates at an unexpected instant but fleetingly, then away after I had steadied myself. I turn and looked at him. He was close, holding me for arcsecond. I smiled."Thank you,"I said. He smiled back, nodding. A big, firm and still native. His branch were secure and muscled. I was such a tiny, lissom thing. He could easily have caught me no matter how far I might have fallen."You're very pretty,"he said. I just smiled and continued up the path. When he caught me my case had slipped up in my genital organ. 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 good-looking indigen with the strong arms.

I mean, I'm attractive and attract and he must also possess been attracted to attractive me. It was instinctive and we were in promised land. I just let it be and cover my boost. Let him appear and look up to my shape and my frame and my almost naked bottom of the inning. Then, DAMN, I slipped again on the path and fell once again into his arms…my bare cutis on his John Brown flesh which was terribly warm on me. But this fourth dimension I had seriously slipped and was totally in his implements of war, against his chest."I'm so sorry,"I said. He just smiled…our bodies against each early's…warm, enfolding, clutching…ever so shortly and yet…it was on my mind and surely on his.

He put me down."The declination aren't far from here,"he said,"Be careful."“ Okay"is all the magnificent reply I could take, my face flush and didn't quite know why but I was blushing. It wasn't more than a quarter mile and we were at the infantry of the crepuscle, orchard apple tree trees abounding, I put down my mantle and sat to get 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 hide tight lawsuit."A bronze god,"I thought looking at him now and surely he was or could accept been that. Indeed. I glanced at his legs, thighs, his pelvic girdle, thorax, arms…the gibbousness in his suit…I caught my breathing place again ! Then he dived into the pool and swam to the foot of the drop letting urine cleanse him…he swam back to where I was…"The water is so novel,"he said, reaching his hand to me…"semen on in…its cool and nice."I hesitated and then let him take my handwriting. He pulled on me gently and I was in the water. My lithe consistence passage by his…our flesh touching slightly as I dived in. He was right. The water was cool and terrific. We swam together to the decline and splashed underneath.

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

"My gens is Carol."“ 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 deliver looked like a study in a still life : white skinned Haole girl/dark skinned tanned indigen man. Surely an artist would consider us.

There were a few others at the Falls, two children and their category who splashed and played, I brought out the wine and the cheeseflower and bread…just enough for the two of us. The sun was in its descent…early afternoon. Stupid me ! I had forgotten to make for a cork screw…how to open the wine-coloured without a fuck ? There was that word in my judgement 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 supplicant and fold your eyes,"he laughed again. And I did so. A moment later he took my script and gave me the nursing bottle, now open."How did you do that ?"I exclaimed…"thaumaturgy ! 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 to a greater extent drinking from the bottle…the splashing of the water from the fall, the sky in the good afternoon beginning to flex pink…I looked around…the minor 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 time. For peace."Peace, I thought, alone with a sort of peace… or if I was a piece…if only there was a Holy Scripture of rhyme with Old Khayyam…but a loaf of bread, a flask of wine here in the Wilderness, with Percy…we shared the bottle…warming me in promised land. The vino was almost gone.

"Can I tell you carol ?"I looked at Sir Henry 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 strain came to me….Then Walker Percy said :"I have a confession,"I looked at him questioning,"I come here so often in the good afternoon, I have a cache just for an occasion like this."The sky was growing garden pink. Harry Hotspur stood and dived in the piddle. I watched his strong branch and house buttocks under his suit as he dived into the pool and disappeared under the falls. He was gone now to his ‘ memory cache'emerging in moments…a bottle of wine lifted above his body, a gorgeous smile, swimming to me and beside me now…using his ovolo to spread it, pushing the bobber inside…"surprisal !"he exclaimed and we were both laughing. I hugged him…"Just for moments like this ?"And shared the new feeding bottle. Hugging again.

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

I heard the Christian Bible of Oscar Hammerstein II, and the singing of Madonna Martin or Mitzi Gaynor…they looked into the centre of Ezio Pinza or Rossano Brazzi…And it was me Christmas carol at the Sacred free fall looking into the eyes of him, Percy…smiling…Some Enchanted Evening….I will see a stranger…thrills went down my back…his hands were down my back…my hands rubbing his back and down…"Who can explain it ? Who can tell you why ?"Those beautiful lyric of the song…and our hired man on each other : who can explain it ? Not the words 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 find next but they did.

He stood, lifting me…we embraced…"Some enchanting evening"the sky was pink…he removed my top…my boob pressed against his nakedness…I pulled at his shorts and he peeled them off, he pushed my bottoms down…we were two hot naked lovers, our flesh meeting…he was soaked and hot on me…I reached down…he pulled us into the puddle, beneath the waters, our consistency 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 face. I looked down and he smiled. He pulled me closer to his smile, lifting my underside on to his mouth. The powerful thumb…now gentling me…so"ahhh"gentle on my cunt mouth, massaging. I closed my center. This enthral evening.

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

I could finger him coming out of the pool now hovering over my organic structure. He kissed me…both of us kissing…his stiff putz at me, touching me, searching for its home…I reached down to position him…he said"No… let little Walker Percy find you all by himself."Little Percy, indeed…I had felt the'picayune"guy ! I didn't want to waitress but bump off my grip on his huge clay 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, stiff Percy…I lifted for him…meeting him…wanting this…on my transport eventide with a stranger a beautiful stranger…"Oh !"I didn't have to hold off any longer…he was inside and deep and pressing and again…I lifted again to take all of him into my consistence,"milk me Man !"Please fuck me abstruse 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 falls pounding in my capitulum as ‘ piddling Percy ‘ was pounding my cunt…then quieting me, smoothing me down with gentle kiss. I hugged him tight not wanting him to give me but feeling him go soft, slipping out and we laid, side by side.

He poured a little wine-coloured 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 last feel on me where I was still hot…

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