Being more internal stories by other ladies who enjoyed orgasms in different clock time and unsuspected places.

fanny vista Mirror, parting I by phyllisroger

I used to walk place from my after-school job…a couple sea mile or more…and in those days…of having my first job…I was enjoying my sexuality…my breasts were sizable and son made me pay attention to myself with their feel and stares before I knew all about'things.'But by this meter, I was a short sometime and liked to present myself off to boys and my teachers…it made me experience significant besides just being a good girl with undecomposed score.

It was still a very private matter : 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 early young lady that I first heard about not wearing them. Little did the boys know when they admired me, there was only the fabric of my schooltime wearing apparel separating their looks from something truly special that would have opened their oculus all-inclusive and make them lick their rim. Just walking around that way aroused me youthful body.

But after work, in my sexy pantyless state of matter, I would take the air home and think of school and my job and, in especial, the honest-to-god boy who also worked there. He had a pocket-size car and one day drove up alongside as I was walking house and asked to give me a ride…I said"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 bottom for me as I jumped back in and sat in the picayune jumpstart rear with my branch partly up and my dress draped high-pitched around them. I was scared he might have"had a face"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 sharpness. Just pet him behind the pinna,"he said and I did. Doggie licked my face as I rubbed his pinna and he scramble his stage around, pushing my dress down and exposing my legs. I pushed it back up but the doggie was enjoying his ear being rubbed, was very rouse and his paws fumbled all over me, messing my dress and even stepping on my genital organ !

I looked in my friend's rear view mirror and he was watching me play 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 way in the fanny and he was finally sitting between my peg and panting…his doggie tongue going back and forth, slobbering on my dress so I pushed him down and away. damage thing to do !

I pushed him down between my wooden leg and he licked my leg on one side and then the other and I was still rubbing his ears as I was told. I looked in the rise view mirror. My friend's oculus were glued to the scenery in his back place and I realized why. My dress was pushed to my shank and he could see my nakedness underneath. I thought he would look away and give me privateness but he didn't. He said :"Go ahead !"I didn't know what he meant but the doggie was still licking up my ramification and it felt good. I wanted more doggie slug and he was replete of licks : the slope of this leg, then that, and my Quaker staring. It was suddenly very tranquilize in the footling car or was it that my auricle were ringing ? I felt hot there in the second nates with doggie, a licking glossa and those optic in the rear thought mirror…watching.

He moved the mirror to a slant and I could see myself now and my buck private and then the bow-wow at study and it was all very erotic to me just then. I laid my question back to watch my breath. Wrong affair to do again ! Because then the doggie licked right on my pussy. This one big lap of his tongue was startling and then another lick…my eubstance jolted."Let him lick you…no one will know,"my friend said as he kept looking at my bareness.

The car seemed to be moving very slowly and I petted the dog's ears some more and reached down to circularize my cunt sassing for him…it was naughty…but I was aroused and wanted more licking and he was doing just that. When I watched my supporter's eyes and his smiling it made me even hotter like I was not only cuming for the doggie but also with him at the same time and I opened my wooden leg wider to show him everything I had. I was slender, with plentiful breasts and my twat was getting ginger hairs and I felt majestic and hot showing myself to him as the dog kept at me. It was all spontaneous and dirty and my pinna were full.

Then I felt a tremor at my waist and my legs got precarious as the dog licked me all over and between my mouth and on my clit, which made me shake. Doggie churned me and licked and licked. My head was laid back, my eye were closed and I peeked to see my friend gripping the wheel. He was breathing deeply too at the scene. I was short of breath and gasping for air as the dog had his way with me. I was spending on his tongue…he was getting frantic with my gustatory perception. I hoped we'd never get home !"Ohhh ! Ohh ! Mmmm"I was murmuring as the heat at my waist traveled along my trunk, my pap hard. Then the doggie slowed and finished and I was still dripping on the fiddling derriere and pushed him away. I couldn't take any more. That dog had made me cum punishing on that gamy tongue and all in patent view. I was still breathing hard as the car stopped. I was dwelling house. I straightened my dress.

"drive home tomorrow ?"my friend asked as I got out of the car. I was still in a heated, dream-like nation. I didn't reply him but I think he knew. I couldn't wait to get off work the following day and"get off"again.

rear View Mirror, Part II

I got out of his car, petted the beautiful dog on his head and spike, very gentle cuddly ear, and he licked my hand ;"dog slobber"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 lope past times Mum to my room and get the good tissue paper to clean up. I sat on the bed, cleansing and touching and laid back ; my wooden leg bare and cool and played with myself, still wetting up and came again quickly."Honey, come up down and avail with me with the Solanum tuberosum !"It was Mum and she broke the spell, putting on my scanty so I wouldn't drip mold, cleaning again and down to help with dinner."Your expression is red,"Mum said,"did you run house from work ? You seem out of breath."I just nodded and began peeling and dreaming of the following day's ride, and you know the drive I mean.

But then there was school, which went very slow, and off to play but the boy wasn't there so work was a tangible pain and it wasn't until several mean solar day later that he was back at piece of work."I had to get my car repaired,"he said, smiling at me."I'll see you after work."My heart skipped a beatnik and the clock moved obtuse. It was pay day and I got my software package :"Mum won't be back for a couple more hours,"I said as I got in the car."Sit in back,"he said, Let's go down to the beach then and I'll still get you home on time."And off we went, me in the book binding backside again, he was already checking me out in his can view mirror and if some girls take awhile to get in the mood for fun it wasn't this young woman or this dog, he was already nosing around. It was a warm day, windows down, the air blowing my hairsbreadth, the feel of the ocean and my mind was resting, my ears pounding when he stopped the car and I sat up, alert. We weren't at the beach yet and,"My booster needed a ride, too, and here he is."In the mood and now out of the modality just as quick as that his friend got in the front and we all said"Hi"and off we went. Now I pushed the dog away from me and held his collar making him sit beside and away from me ; he was just as confused as was I at these developments. Talk about"three's a crowd"well we had a crew and a dog and a serious turn off but I didn't say anything and we were at the beach, parked on a low cliff but where I could see the waves and the mewlling gulls with their piercing cries.

"I brought some bite and things,"my piece of 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 back fundament of a two door car. I had nowhere to go and had all variety of first moment but now, none at all.

We all shared some kickshaw and a drink and the dog was squirming and trying to get out of my suitcase."He's anxious,"he said,"just let him release and see what he does. We all want to watch him."So there I was, my body ready, my mind not so lots and he was licking my calf and my knee and above my knee and two son in the front 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 second boy even if HE was ready for a appearance but the dog was sure set and randy and this time he was humping my leg, licking my face, then trying to intrude me and I was being watched by four center in the front seat and I was breathing hard now, cheeks red, ear ringing, gulls crying and my body crying for that dog no matter where I was and suddenly I didn't upkeep who was watching.

It was a hot scene. Then it wasn't just the dog cock that was out but two more stiff cocks were out and everyone was petting everyone it seemed…the new boy climbed in the book binding seat and kissed me, putting my hand on him. His cock was slippery ; I was slippery and he pulled up my garb, 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 handwriting, and dog was at me with his stupefied, wonderful, wet, long tongue all over me there and everything was dreamy in my head and body, my legs were tingly and alive, like the boy's stiff cock,"Don't point,"he said,"Ohh, just like that, don't, don't stop,"and he lifted his tooshie and shot his cum in the air landing on the dog's back but I kept at him until he was limp. Then he just held my hand and slumped in the seat, so it was my turn now to talk to my dog and his tongue was up me and out and around and inside again, I opened my eyes and there was our driver wanking himself and spending on the steering bike, the dog was licking my nectar and humping his dick toward me as I kept pushing him off…but I scooted down for More tongue and there were hands on my stage, then a mitt on the dog's cock guiding it to me, hitting at my cunt lip, wetting me more but he was one frantic dogtooth at this point poking at a very delirious young woman's consistence. I said"No !"and then"No !"again but thing were out of control.

The dog was hurting my derriere when he missed and missed again, that acutely pointy affair missing the mark, stabbing away."Scoot down more ; repeal 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 misfire and I felt this smooth cock twinge again but stab sliding inside and I had set the dog on attack, pounding me inside, again and again. I was on ardor, my cunt hot and set up, lifting and writhing on this jab thing ; we were joined and"No, don't"had become"No, don't stop."The rear view mirror showed my start eyes like they were in a trance, I knew my whole body was tense up, waiting for another thrust and another and I was hearing words like the boy ‘ s :"Don't check. Please don't, don't check. Just there just there, Ohh, ohh."row wouldn't come ; licking my backtalk, trying to breath, tasting the salt air, the boy petting my thigh, 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 square away and smooth my clothes, hoping Mum hadn't come home early. I needed a bath ; I was still in a fret, needed to clean up and cool down. She wouldn't believe I had run home a moment time that week and I didn't want to explain, obviously."It was just a one time thing."I said."I'm not that sort of girl."And thinking, wondering, about the next ride domicile."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 dress in mind and it would be easier to plagiarise up for matter.



Not just my toes got tending !

I loved to get ready for Saturday Nox and as a young young lady showing off my"wares"at the local dance 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 dark : laying out my apparel, what I would wear ( and not outwear ! I was a aphrodisiacal matter and didn't wear a complete outfit if you get my hint ). My routine : a thorough bathtub and after that, my trunk all radiant, a pedicure.

Mum and sisters were out for their own Sat routines and I was alone in the house to pamper and primp myself. I had a particular date that dark for the dance ; a cute guy who liked to trip the light fantastic and feel me up, hands all over me, under me and in between, during and after the dancing, peck of kissing and cuddling and thinking about Saturday Nox got me going in ways even during the day.

Our house was quiet with everyone else gone and after my bath I was toweled and squatting on a low throne painting my fingerbreadth and now my toes. Everything had to match : finger, toes, hair medallion setting off my dress. My animal foot in a pan of warm piddle, knees up and sitting on the stool, my little doggie nearby, tongue out as common, walking to my pan of water, sniffing around, looking up as I patted his head word and began to pare my toenails, barker licking my digit and sniffing my toes when I took a foot from the lovesome weewee, I patted his principal and stroked his soft ears.

So characterization this : a pretty young lady, like me, only covered with a towel ( covered ? Not totally plow, I mean it was just a towel. ) but I was alone in our kitchen, knees up, towel slipping to my waist, my common soldier, radiant from the bathing tub, and there for the man to see but I was alone and private, pretty a good deal alone, legs apart to good reach my feet, my toes closed together, the lip of my cunt closed but my genital organ open so I could get at my understructure, doggie prepare for head-patting, hand defeat, me thinking of my date at the saltation that night, totally clear from my bath, but thinking of what date and I would be doing and feeling in dark corner of the dance hall and afterward when he would play with me and I would"dance"my physical structure on his deal, how his fingerbreadth would surely get me hot and realize me cum as he fingered my kooz, that he would whisper in my ear and kiss my mouth and recite 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 saltation and all and gave no thought to his soft doggie head, his licking bow-wow tongue on my hand and then my toes but then he went between my knees and his cold nose brought me back to the kitchen and my pedicure. I pushed him away :"Naughty boy. Your nose is stale !"and he looked up at me curious, seeming to smile and licking his mouth.

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

There wasn't anything amiss about an innocent dog or me and my pedicure but that cold nozzle was unexpected and shocking and brought thoughts of Sabbatum Nox to the here and now and I wasn't prepare yet I thought. It was this unknown affair in my head and I was alone, it was quiet, my Mum and sisters wouldn't be back anytime soon ; pooch looked hurt when I pushed him off, his eyes looked sad and would I let him"nose me"again ?

I wasn't sluttish. I was a estimable girl but his inhuman nose was exciting my private parts and it was our very buck private thing ; who would live ; the kitchen was tranquillity except my ears were ringing ; then doggie's wet cold nose was back on my snatch spreading my sass apart with another shocking slide. My legs opened more as legs will and that cold olfactory organ from tail to top, sliding up my wet snatch, hitting my button, sending a jolt and I put my script on his capitulum, this metre petting his nose, his thrilling nose and then that tongue, up the paries of my scratch again,"respectable doggie,"this time, getting me wet, his tongue had my predilection and he was at it.

It was too recent for me to cease ; I wanted this now ; I was yesteryear thought process, it was too naughty, too good and exciting and veto all together, tongue and female genitals now in control. I was dancing in my mind feeling skillful thing. My towel slipped off and I was smoothing my knees and down my legs, spreading my mouth for my excited barker and his nervous knife, making me spend, licking up my spend and I was petting his capitulum, lifting his mouth on me. His tongue was dipping inside my slit for more and I was hot at my center ; my consistency was throbbing now as his frigidity nose and hot tongue were bringing me off like no date had ever done at any dance or in any sinister corner, my toes curling up, and here in the eye of my calm down kitchen I could hear my date whispering as I came and came, this time not on his finger, as he was holding my font. This time coming on a Thomas Young doggie's lingua and I was holding doggie ‘ s boldness, hoping he wouldn't stop, not now in the middle of my pedicure. I was feeling very naughty and very hot being licked until he was finished with me and walked away to his piss bowl, both of us panting. I looked down at my pes, easing them down in the body of water and finally cooling down from my beatify pedicure. Saturday night had come early. I knew I was shamefaced of this but had the right hand to remain dumb even with the resonance still loud in my pinna and making me smile, licking my lips.

A Vow Broken…or Was it ?

It wouldn't happen these days but when my boyfriend and I started dating there were unlike rules : safe were hard to find, virginity was authoritative, casual sex was for ‘ early'mass, etc., etc. So it is no surprise that when Brett and I started getting grave we made sacred promises to each other including :"no sex before marriage"though we loved each other. And, you know, being trade good kidskin we stuck to it. I mean, after we began dating he kissed me on our one-third day of the month ( another old prescript ) and then we graduated to other tinkle, like tits…fifth date…and I had to be persuaded at that…the rest was downhill…or acclivitous depending on how we looked at it..and from then on it wasn't long before he was in my pants…I did a trivial resistor act at first, to razz him…it felt so secure to have his hand on me there, his fingers getting slippery from me…and then I was unzipping him…heavy petting during and after a show at the drive-in…It was the first erect cock I had seen, or stroked or kissed…I learned all about turncock and how to squeeze, snog, caress, make it wet…then he got me to figure out him. He showed me all about my soundbox but we still kept our promised to await until"later'to go ‘ all the way.'Brett ad I were sticking to our common vow…barely. I was despairing for what the tangible matter would be like but we had agreed to expect. We had taken the Vow !

One nighttime we were at a party at a friend's household and we girls got to talking…the boys on another slope 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 form, his stiff peter had penetrated my mouthpiece and his fingers had penetrated my wet twat and …I loved it when we did that…but no putz 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 rest. 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 part. I confess I had urges beyond what we did…I didn't tell Brett of my thwarting 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 week after the party, Bret and I went on a threefold appointment and push back to the beach. We had a match six packs…we weren't complete prudes…and sat on the sand on blankets my girlfriend brought and we were soon drinking, laughing, kissing, feeling and all…Brett was under my apparel, inside my panties as usual, his fingers setting me on fire and my girl getting played with by her young man near me and she was also breathing hard. I looked over at her and she at me…we smiled."Isn't the beach great ?"With all the kissing, breathing and fingering I didn't notice when my girlfriend and her date got up and stood over us…just shadows… My girlfriend said :"We're going to have an interference for you two lovebird,"and then her boyfriend announced :"right field here…right now !"I didn't know what to mean or say…

My legs shooter together ; I pushed my frock down, Brett stopped what he was doing. I felt threatened."No…"I said,"We're not having an intervention."Her boyfriend responded :"Oh yes we are…Enough of this cockamamie 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 doodly-squat !"

It was two other guys who were at the company a few hebdomad before…I was shocked and a little affright. What would happen ? They had planned all this. Did Brett know, too ? My brain was a mess…my organic structure hot…but my mind a mess.

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

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

I was looking for aid but Brett was mum. What an asshole ! I think he liked the whole scene…I thought he might even have planned it…"This wasn't my estimation, honest,"he said. He was still a defendant ! And now there were hands, lots of hands, holding my carpus above my head and grabbing my ramification at the ankle, holding them apart, my apparel at my shank, 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 ! occlusion !"

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

"Can't let that pretty cunt go to waste product,"said another. There was that exciting word…cunt…and it was my cunt…which until a few instant 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, worked up and still a little scared.

I was in the firm grip of cat who were filled with lust…lust for my body…I was pulsing and frightened at it all but, yes, I was also full of lust on the blanket, at the beach, with the auditory sensation 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 lap that thing,"said yet another and I felt a mouth on my little virgin cunt…I flexed…a hot spit licking up one incline and then up the other…a cold nose moving on my clit…which stiffened to the tongue and I squirmed again but this meter, spontaneously, it felt so good…I fought the feeling…didn't want my dead body to respond but it did. I dug my merchantman into the blanket but two men lifted my butt cheeks…thumbs spreading me. This had to stop. The air was assuredness, waves were licking the shoreline…the licking of my snatch was continuing. I tried to strike to one slope, then the former, my legs being held, and squeezed my pussy but the licking…Oh God…that tongue ! Hands lifting me up…the licking go along. I couldn't supporter it and then another poke. I had to let myself go now. My body had taken charge.

"She's a hard one, but wet and tasty,"the vocalization said, between licks…and oh that damned nose lifting my clit…I couldn't help it. I just couldn't. It was feeling good and I didn't want anyone to know. I was thrashing my read/write head from side to side…"No…don't"I said but now I was just mumbling. His helping hand was on my belly, pulling my skin back…lifting my clit…a nose, a thumb…it was too, too good. I couldn't service myself and lifted for to a greater extent of his wonderful tongue.

His tongue was slipping in me and along my cunt bulwark as I twisted from side to side…I opened my heart and saw Brett in the shadows…he just stood there, watching me…the Bastard ! But what could he do ? I hated him at that moment…he could at least ‘ TRY'to do something…we could run to the…"uh, unh, uh"my soundbox said to me and I tried not to get a line it. It came again, with the moving ridge,"Uh, UH, UH, OH"I spasmed. The beach was tatty and awake with water supply rushing in, rushing out ; my intuitive feeling were rushing the same…my cheeks hot, blushing. I hoped they couldn't see me. He pushed on my tummy, licking harder…in an awful, beautiful rhythm…he was a bastard…all of them…Brett and all of them.

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

I tried once More to squirm away and I slipped from his grasp on my cunt sass but only briefly as he encircled my leg with his arms, lifting me for good tonguing…I was captured…no way out…"UH, OH !"but I was not getting away from him this time. I was in lust…beginning to relax, wanting this violation…and lifted now, arching open for his tongue and my other captor sensing my lustfulness, released my wrist. My girl whispered discussion coming to me again :"No one's going to hurt you."To be honest it didn't hurt so far…NO ! it didn't hurt at all. I was starting to ache for more.

My hands went to the head of this licking son of a bitch at my waist and I rode that face…writhing on his mouth as wafture were pulsing inside me now. Suddenly he stopped."She's gear up guy cable !"he said…"My tongue's tired ! Jesus !"I started to unbend a little, my wet kitty open to the Night but my ankles were still held…my hands covered my privates and for the first metre I realized how wet I was…I had never been that wet…I was embarrassed and looked into the dark tail of these guys and my girlfriend…but I hadn't cum yet…it had felt sound but my body needed finishing…my dead body was thirsting for the finale but was cooling down rapidly. I said nothing but I was silently begging for more….my cunt 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 finish her !"Oh no, I thought : OUR VOWS ! I looked up. Brett just stood there…looking at me, the aspect, the guys and my girlfriend…I could see her smiling in the phantom. 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 submit a turn at her…she's ready…so let's go."Brett looked at me, at my heart, I looked back…my legs being held and banquet open…my snatch hot and dripping, my mental state confused and hot…and I do mean HOT ! We loved each other ; we were going to hook up with some day…why were we putting it off ? I was confused, doubting, questioning my future married man and his resolve…I laid my brain back, closed my eyes…It was true : I was hot, and fix and aching…

"Make up your intellect, 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 head :"No !"I said, but just mumbling. I could see he was weakening. He was so handsome, 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 motion. We had promised each other, various times and here we were…them or him…I just closed my centre again."I don't want to,"Brett said from the shadow."I don't want you to do anything. I love her. Just leave us alone."

Moments passed…I heard a zipper…zippers ? …and then felt someone getting between my legs…I stared up at the iniquity sky…my hands over my genital organ, hands taking my articulatio radiocarpea away from my hot body, exposing me again, pushing them back over my head. I felt motility between my peg and a strong hammer jab at me, I looked up at Brett, standing there, looking down….then someone held my wrist, firmly, I was open and ready…more thrust at my cunt then spreading my cunt lips…the shadowy human body knelt close…"It's him or me,"said the guy between my legs…"One live on chance…make your choice, Brett…it's you or me…you're fix and so am I."I looked at him and then at Brett…"Brett,"I grunted…"Please assistance me."I didn't know if he heard me with all the waves pounding…my nous hammer.

The waves were meretricious. I hoped he heard the desperation in my voice. I waited. I was numb and closed my eyes again. I didn't have to wait long as I felt a putz begin teasing my puss lips but then it moved away ... my men still held away from my privates…I felt dizzy, confused. I wanted pricking. I waited. I was so incredibly hot, will, vulnerable…not scared…wanting…there was more trend on the mantle and then :

A prick was pressing at me, teasing again, massaging my chuff lips. I kept my center shut, listening to the undulation, the prick was playing at me, over and over, and I was hungry for it and flexed…I wanted to palpate what a real number dickhead was like inside me…not just one of my dildos I enjoyed.

I had never told Brett I had cheated on him with dildos…we had a vow…dildos didn't violate the vow did they ? right then I wanted hot flesh, without my manpower guiding it…a cock fucking me, taking ascendance. It was what I had dreamed of on so many Night after overweight caressing with Brett. I couldn't tell him about it…now it had all come to me there in the dark on the blanket at the beach. I wanted the real thing fucking me. I listened to the pounding waves and wanting my own pounding…that shit was entering me now and I lifted to meet it.

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

It was my turn to tease…fingers on each English of the monster…wetting our privates with our fluids…I stroked the incline of his tool…balls hitting me. I was churning from position 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 mumble and lift for more.

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

I didn't want it to depart 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 guy cable with my passions ... I was light and couldn't resist…I wanted more, I did…my cunt ached for more…more and more screw on the beach, on the blanket, in the dark, I wanted more cock-milking of my body and soul. My vow had been canceled on the beach that night and my pussy was a willing sinner…I was fucked there on the blanket until I was drained. Brett held my hand and stroked my thigh and then covered me as we lay together, breathing deeply. He was kissing me down now, down from the top. It was smooth, dark, the tide was receding, the wave more distant. I put my read/write head on his shoulder and reached to his waist to feel if it was him who was first to have me. It had been so night and my lust so intense I wasn't sure. His shaft stiffened with my stroking. I measured it with my handwriting around it, wondering, but not saying. It felt like that very starting time turncock but I wasn't an expert.

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

"By Brett ?"I asked. She just smiled. Brett was such a illegitimate child but I loved him. Someday I would find out if it was his…the huge starting time cock I mean. I would remember the sizing of it…I couldn't wait to get hold out.

The Pub Wall…what a surprise, Part I

I was a sweet young affair, recently married and with a minuscule 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 animation supporting us…I was too Thomas Young to have a child, in my mind…I was just barely 21, full of hormones, didn't want more children…one was enough…joy but burden along therewith…you know what I mean. mean solar day at home, no married man, boredom, a job was the affair and my Mom loved caring for the youngster.

I was a good girl but often horny. I once told the nursemaid, 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 rum about the question. So prim and right but got wet easily and pregnant and now with a youngster.

I got a job. Wouldn't you ? A trivial walk 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 people with little credit…Johnnie would take the air me home sometimes and flatter me along the way…"Do you cognise how people look at you ?"No, I didn't, but he would tell me…how my longsighted auburn hair was gorgeous…how I made men turn around and feeling at my hairsbreadth and legs and my ass…how I was"hot."And so, working sidereal day would pass and the walk home were more fun than work.

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

Oh, I knew Johnnie was just a flattering Whitney Young bloke who meant no harm…I was a get hitched with cleaning lady with a young child. But he knew husband was gone for periods…I guess he knew about hormones and young girls…he could never guess how I got so wet at times…how I made that nurse laughter with my question…and the other girls at piece of work saw him paying attention to me and would tell me things :"ticker out for Johnnie,"they would giggle,"walking you plate is just the starting time of things."I didn't know what the"things"were…he was nice to me. I would find out about"matter"and"low Pub walls"that night.

All I could intend of that day was the"after 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 on Fall…a warm even and the crickets were mad in their celebration…we sat at a table and he brought a pint of lager and a glass of white vino for me…it was things about work and the people we worked with and the wine-coloured was warm up going down…I didn't know why I was uneasy 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 talk about sex and how he got no sex at household 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 countersign was exciting to me…I felt myself getting wet. It was so very strange that just a man using that word could wee-wee me wet…my skin was warm…my solid consistence was warm…Johnnie brought me another methamphetamine hydrochloride of wine to go with his dry pint and continued on about his married woman and, then that Word of God again :"fucking"and if it was the wine or the word or how he looked at me or when I noticed some men at the bar looking at me…I shivered…I pressed my legs together…wrong thing to do just then…I was wet and squeezing my wooden leg sent me more shivers…so I swallowed some wine and felt a short dizzy about it all…this man, those men at the bar, squeezing my pegleg, getting that thrill…my hubby gone now several weeks…I wished he was home tonight…I'd tell him to"fuck me."I wouldn't say it out loud…I was a good girl…but I'd surely whisper it in his ear when he gave me a hug.

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

What I didn't know was my"limits."I was faithful to my hubby and my baby and was not going to be faithless. I was certain 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 Saturday morning and going shopping in town…it would be a beautiful day…it was warm this eventide and surely be a nice morning…those men at the bar…looking…and Johnnie and all his prissy lyric and the"fucking"Logos lingered in my psyche and I was thinking of fucking just now. I went to the ladies to freshen up…my face was flushed from the wine…my step-in were almost dripping…I took them off, wrapped them in a paper towel and put them in my purse. I wiped myself off but that sent more shivers…my lip were puffed up and wiping got me hot but it was time to go…I couldn't stay the Nox in the lavatory !

Johnnie finally…finally…finished his pint and off we went…waving good 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 wax on the lips…his tongue went inside my oral cavity, exploring my backtalk. 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 heart, 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 staff girls saying :"…walking home base with Johnnie is just the first of things…"Johnnie's sass was on me again…I was wet again…as his clapper 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 tranquilize along the pub wall except for crickets…I kissed him back and licked inside his mouth…I shouldn't have taken off my panties I thought…I was very wet again and maybe the daughter were good :"…it was just the start of things…"I was a good girl but my body was being bad…his breathing spell on my face…my breathing time on his…my tongue on his…I felt dizzy…the night was cool but I was hot…he pulled me to him and told me how pretty I was and how he wanted to"screw"me…there was that word again. I wasn't going to"fuck"him and told him"No."But his glossa 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 manus, I pushed on his shoulders but our waists were aligned…my bottom of the inning on the wall his waistline pressing against me. I looked to be sure we were alone.

I heard him unzip and he was around my waist again…moving between my peg and I felt the material of his knickers against them…pushing and spreading them…"Please Johnnie,"I said again but it was not a"please don't"it was too late for that as I felt his flesh now…it was hot and the night was cool and I said just a very weak…a hoping and willing"please, Johnnie"as I knew I was wet, that my"pussy"was wet and ready…I didn't say that word…I imagined my"twat"and it was ready for his cock as I felt his skin against my skin and I looked around, the pub dissonance and the Night disturbance, and praying we wouldn't be interrupted…I wanted him to"fuck"my"snatch"…we were both hot and wet and set up for"fucking."

I reached under my skirt…he wasn't in me yet…I took postponement of his cock which was hot and slippy 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 stopcock was not as long as hubby's but it seemed very thick and he pressed against me and I felt the school principal spread my lips…he almost hurt me but I loved this bit of pain…he slipped inside and my cunt adjusted to this dense magnetic pole of a cock…I wanted release. I wanted fucking…even outside on the low pub wall…he held me tight and pushed…I opened as wide as I could…"Please"I repeated as he forced his way thick and I felt his waist on my waist…his hair's-breadth on mine..finally I was impaled on his thickly thing as he churned away into me…it was cool…we were very wet and hot all at the same time…he got at me…our tongues…my cunt, his cock, our external respiration, and then I grabbed at his cervix and his shank pulling him slopped 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 glad I could go habitation to an empty menage, clean myself up and dream about low pub walls…and, for Johnnie and me…it was just the"start of things."Delicious sexy things as you will see.

The Pub Wall…Part II…we got started

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

But I did go to bring, did reckon Johnnie in the eyes…he smiled and it was like he was petting my slit ! I was instantly wet and looked away…he was a naughty boy and just his look made me hot…I envisioned him kissing me against the Pub Wall, unzipping, that very thick cock, spreading me, fucking me and making me amount and come…so I did appear him in the eyes and smiled back…I know it was wrong…I was a married woman with a small nipper and, also, my husband was often gone for a farsighted fourth dimension. What is a young woman to do except…well…I did things after they got started…it was all Johnnie's fracture, you know, if he hadn't befriended me, walked me home, bought me a drinkable at the pub, put me on the wall…fucked me…Oh God ! Did he ever fuck me good and strong and made me tremble and hold back him in a death's grip and want him to never depart my body…my cunt was starved for his cock…"screwing me Johnnie,"it said…and my cunt wanted it more…it was a benediction to my body…my body craved these things…so what was I to do…a power had come into my life…its gens was Johnnie…thick cock, hot, Johnnie. His wife came to fit him after work ! She made me cringe. How could she not adore and want this man…he said she didn't and I believed him…I imagined her at our Pub and that no man at the bar would even look at her she was so plain…they looked at me though.

I went home by myself that night and looked at myself in the toilet mirror…my hair and my oral cavity that he had devoured…took off my work clothes and stood in front of the mirror…for the number 1 time…admiring myself. husband never said I was really pretty, 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 Dubya and my pep whisker and feeling how wet I was at just the idea of his cock in me…I was a estimable girl but never as good or clean as when I was coming on Johnnie's dense cock when it was fucking me…I went to sleep and dreaming again of the low pub wall and"just the scratch of things."I was hoping wife wouldn't pick him up after oeuvre again…it was my turn

And so it was…more occult smiles…I thought it might find sooner and dressed for the event. I wore a short skirt and a pretty blouse that showed me a little to a greater extent than usual and I walked down the street after body of work, alone…just as Johnnie told me…so there wouldn't be More whisper or giggles…he was around the corner in his little car…I jumped in and off we went…we had bucket seats so I couldn't squeeze against him…"hoot"I thought."Let's thrust to the shoreline,"he said,"there's a pretty spot."And so we drove and he reached for my hand…I scooted down in my seat and it was growing dark but there was a moon this dark and I began to see its thoughtfulness 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 moonlight shimmering in the waves…he reached and held my hand…it was so quiet and peaceful…Johnnie and I were in a peculiar seat this night after work…and he kissed me…just kind of a passel on my cheek and then on my rim and then that stupe tongue inside my mouth, moving around and around and I thought what else he could do with his moving spit. I had heard of tonguing and all but didn't know what that was…hubby and I were strictly the old forge way and then to sleep…covers over us and both sleeping…but Johnnie…the daughter said :"walking me home was just the beginning"and so it was that night at the sea…waves, moonlight, spit and then…

"relocation over here,"he said. He pulled me…my body over toward him…lifting me over to where he was opposite the wheel…so what is this all about, I thought, what is he doing ? I was a bad girl, a very bad and naughty girl, this night…I dressed that good morning without knickers…had felt hot and wet all day at work…hoping no one would notice…there was a man who sat opposite my desk who was always giving me the eye…and ducking under his desk to count at my legs…he was a strange fellow but even he excited young and beautiful me…I saw him duck under the desk pretending to pick up something but I knew he was looking at my ramification and up my dress if he could…I opened my ramification and let him face at my fanny…I was naughty but you should give seen the expression on his aspect ! I loved it…letting him look at my cunt…just the idea 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 succeeding trick…it wasn't long for me to find 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 manpower on my pegleg 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 philia of me…petting my cunt…"Your cunt is soft and wet,"he said…it all charge me…I knew his fingers were wet with me…I wanted his cock and reached for him…he was stiff…I unzipped his gasp and released his deep cock…it was moist…"You've made me wet, too,"he said…and I rubbed his pre-cum all over this cock and he lifted to my touch…I was turning him on and he said dirty things to me…"You're a hot woman. You're so naughty and dirty…and I've got a surprise for you tonight…"There was no pub rampart or crickets or other things…and I waited for his surprise…I felt naughty and dirty and sexy and hot and middling and wanted to know my surprise. I didn't wait long.

He lifted my skirt to my waist…I was completely naked below and he rubbed my skin all over and moved one leg toward him…moving the other leg aside…"Sit down,"he said…but there was nowhere to sit down…I looked down…there was my seat and his seat and in between, the cabinet and train chemise knob directly up…it was my surprise…"That's your surprise,"he said…"Sit down."I looked at him and didn't know what to do…he put his hands on my waist pushing me down…he kissed me again…tongues…and petting my fanny…I was so wet and the air made me cool…he pushed me down on the geared wheel shift…Now I knew what was my surprise…but the pommel 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 node spread my lips…as had his loggerheaded 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 osculation from Johnnie and he was feeling my breasts…but I was still wanting…wanting that release like on the wall…this pommel job wasn't doing it…it was just a kind of nice thing inside me and Johnnie kissing and fondling…

"Do you like your surprise,"he asked and I nodded…trying to be appreciative…"Okay, but that's not your surprise…"I was confused now not knowing…Johnnie turned on the engine and the knob came animated, inside me, moving about, vibrating and scaring me…I tried to lift off but Johnnie held me down…his hands firm on my shoulders…I relaxed a fiddling and let him admit me down and he was kissing me again and his hands were all over my knocker and rubbing my thighs and the engine was running…but the gear shift knob abstruse inside, and on which I was sitting, was vibrating on me…He kept kissing and I sat there enjoying his glossa and his workforce on me and the oscillation inside and then…then…there was the surprise…my dead body was feeling all this…all the quivering was touching me now…it wasn't just touching my cunt but making me feel all over my bitch mouth and my thighs and up and down my thighs…my genu were feeble and Johnnie was whispering dirty matter to me and my consistency was riding this thing inside setting me on flame and my capitulum were full…I heard the waves at the shore and closed my eyes…I couldn't see the moonlight…the light was inside me…straddling this surprise thing…I grabbed Johnnie's top dog and held it…hoping…hoping for his heat energy 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 mavin and moonlight and pack in my ears…finally he turned off the engine…I was still churning, going, coming…trembling and on that knob which was making me whizz and come and purr 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 fare down and he just held me and crying were on my face and I licked my lips and felt salty tears…the knob was gone, it was all quiet…I was gone…somewhere…Johnnie just held me…held me…thank you Johnnie for holding me…letting me go down…what a surprise…

Hawaiian Eden

Aloha State : my favored position but this meter traveling alone as, at the last minute, my girl had an pinch at work…I was determined…now on the plane from San Francisco to Honolulu…During the flight there was turbulence and I had visions of John John Wayne piloting that old motored foxiness in the movie"The High and the Mighty,"Phil Joel Harris complaining in the rear of the plane…the work party evaluating the"item of no counter"and they were passed it now, ignoring the imprecations of the comely stewardess. They could take in turned back but forged ahead into the unknown.

As the flat coat crew honcho had warned Wayne :"I said it to Orville and to Wilbur : It'll never get off the ground."But here we all were, in a fancy innovative jet, the fuselage vibration, awakening me…then smoothing and I went back to dozing. It had been a hanker day. I needed a holiday away from the convulsion of the office and my busy boss who was always importuning me…the prettiest woman on the faculty for :"dinner ?"or"fancy a drink or two after work ?"or what he was really saying to me after patting my butt end :"How about going to my place to see my etching, have a drink, strip down and fuck."How gross ! Exactly why I needed a vacation.

Our plane landed, we all were on the WikiWiki bus off for our luggage and me to my room at the Moana…a piffling time at the Banyon courtyard for a beverage or two and then some serious…all along…sack time. The succeeding day I had hired a car for a driving to the other side of the island…away from the crew of Waikiki…to the quiet shores near the Polynesian Cultural Center where there was trivial culture but lots of people.

Not far past the Center was a wonderful hiking way among the fertile apple tree to the Sacred Falls and consortium where I planned a peaceful and relaxing picnic. I had heard of this blank space from a indigene of the islands some years past and this was my time to explore and enjoy. I drove past the picayune Greenwich Village of Kaawa to a parking lot which was almost empty. I was dressed and equipped for the boost : A hinder plurality with snacks and wine, of row, some wine…and my skimpy outfit…a short garb and tennis brake shoe. That's all I needed, plus a blanket for a little nap at the falls. I was on my way. No ordinary holidaymaker was I and there were no tourists here…they were all buying the token at the Cultural Center…a Mormon enterprise. Try finding a friendly bar there ! It wasn't going to happen. I brought my bar with me !

And up the hill I climbed which then leveled out for a conciliate rise slowly to the nightfall, only a few miles. It began to rain and then stopped. I had my swim suit under my minuscule dress so I was prepared. Along the way I nodded at other hiker ascending and descending but few in number. It was tranquility and idyllic and dreamy…one could not need for Thomas More Eden in Hawaii than this secluded cost increase and the falls and pool ahead.

I wasn't far on the path when I could see the ram water of the falls…my nub began to pound…with the salary increase and the bang of Eden awaiting me ahead. I trudged along."Have you been here before ?"a voice just behind me inquired. I didn't expression but, a trivial breathlessly answered :"No, it's my first time up here."

Then :"There is a reason why they call it Sacred crepuscule,"the voice said. I paused and looked to the reservoir of the phonation. It was a big Hawaiian man…you know the kind : an apparently chiseled breast and torso, a broad smile with beautiful grinning. He was younger than me and I wondered, ‘ is this a seminal fluid on ?'I was qui vive because of my honcho I suppose and shouldn't have…we were just talking. But chatting led to other matter so I was shy and coy and didn't answer.

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

Just then I slipped on the wet path…down to where hands were holding me…on my tail but preventing a fall…those hands on my privates at an unexpected second but fleetingly, then away after I had steadied myself. I turn and looked at him. He was close-fitting, holding me for seconds. I smiled."Thank you,"I said. He smiled back, nodding. A big, strong and silent native. His coat of arms were unassailable and muscled. I was such a tiny, slender thing. He could easily feature caught me no issue how far I might throw fallen."You're very pretty,"he said. I just smiled and continued up the course. When he caught me my suit had slipped up in my crotch. Now he was still behind me…should I adjust the courtship or just let it be ? …I was getting aroused by the thought of being watched…admired ? … by the openhanded native with the unattackable arms.

I mean, I'm attractive and attracted and he must also have been attracted to attractive me. It was natural and we were in heaven. I just let it be and continued my hike. Let him calculate and look up to my shape and my flesh and my almost naked rear end. Then, DAMN, I slipped again on the route and fell once again into his arms…my bare skin on his brownness build which was terribly warm on me. But this sentence I had seriously slipped and was totally in his arms, against his chest."I'm so sorry,"I said. He just smiled…our bodies against each other's…warm, enfolding, clutching…ever so briefly and yet…it was on my nous and surely on his.

He put me down."The falls aren't far from here,"he said,"Be careful."“ Okay"is all the brilliant response I could hit, my face flush and didn't quite make out why but I was blushing. It wasn't more than a quarter mile and we were at the foot of the falls, orchard apple tree trees abounding, I put down my mantle and sat to take hold of my breath, putting aside my knapsack.

He was standing near."Are you going into the pocket billiards,"he asked."In a arcminute,"I said. He disrobed and now was in a skin tight suit."A bronze god,"I thought looking at him now and surely he was or could cause been that. Indeed. I glanced at his legs, thighs, his hips, bureau, arms…the bulge in his suit…I caught my breath again ! Then he dived into the pool and swam to the foot of the falls letting water supply cleanse him…he swam back to where I was…"The water is so refreshing,"he said, reaching his hand to me…"ejaculate on in…its cool down and nice."I hesitated and then let him ask my bridge player. He pulled on me gently and I was in the water. My lissom body passing by his…our flesh touching slightly as I dived in. He was right. The water was cool and wonderful. We swam together to the declension and splashed underneath.

Then I swam back to my blanket. He lifted me up. Those substantial hands on my shank 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 ground and then sat on my blanket."That was dainty,"I said. He smiled.

"My figure is Carol."“ Percy, Percy Kinimaka."“ Thank you Percy."And then…since we knew each other now :"Would you like some of my lunch ?"“ Do you suffer enough ?"he asked…"We'll find out…come and sit with me,"and he did. We must give birth looked like a survey in a still life : white skinned Haole girl/dark skinned bronzed aborigine man. Surely an artist would hit the books us.

There were a few others at the Falls, two children and their family who splashed and played, I brought out the wine and the cheese and bread…just enough for the two of us. The sun was in its descent…early good afternoon. Stupid me ! I had forgotten to wreak a bobfloat screw…how to open the wine without a screw ? There was that Son in my thinker here with a god at the falls…but I was"screwless."I looked at him in dismay."ease up me the bottle,"he said and laughed."I know what to do. Say a prayer and close down your eyes,"he laughed again. And I did so. A moment later he took my hand and gave me the bottle, now exposed."How did you do that ?"I exclaimed…"Magic ! Don't you believe in Magic ?"I laughed."But how ? …"

"I used my ovolo,"he said."That is a very powerful ovolo,"I remarked and we both laughed and drank from the bottle. Then tall mallow, bread, our little makeshift sandwich and more drinking from the bottle…the splashing of the pee from the gloaming, the sky in the good afternoon beginning to turn pink…I looked around…the tyke 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."serenity, I thought, alone with a kind of peace… or if I was a piece…if only there was a book of verse with Old Khayyam…but a loaf of lucre, a flask of wine here in the wilderness, with Percy…we shared the bottle…warming me in heaven. The wine-colored 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 of honor in my head"‘ enchanted'…or ‘ enchanting.'I closed my eyes…truly…enchanting and a song came to me….Then Harry Hotspur 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 occasion like this."The sky was growing pink. Percy stood and dived in the body of water. I watched his potent stage and firm seat under his suit as he dived into the pool and disappeared under the gloam. He was gone now to his ‘ cache'emerging in moments…a bottle of wine-colored lifted above his body, a gorgeous smiling, swimming to me and beside me now…using his pollex to afford it, pushing the phellem inside…"Surprise !"he exclaimed and we were both laughing. I hugged him…"Just for bit like this ?"And shared the new bottle. Hugging again.

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

I heard the words of Oscar Hammerstein II, and the tattle of Blessed Virgin Martin or Mitzi Gaynor…they looked into the heart of Ezio Pinza or Rossano Brazzi…And it was me Carol at the Sacred Fall looking into the optic of him, Percy…smiling…Some Enchanted Evening….I will fit a stranger…thrills went down my back…his workforce were down my back…my hands rubbing his cover and down…"Who can excuse it ? Who can state you why ?"Those beautiful words of the song…and our handwriting on each other : who can explain it ? Not the words but the smell, just now, in the wild, in Paradise…the sacred falls…his hired hand 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 fall out next but they did.

He stood, lifting me…we embraced…"Some enchanting eventide"the sky was pink…he removed my top…my breasts pressed against his nakedness…I pulled at his shorts and he peeled them off, he pushed my bottoms down…we were two hot naked lovers, our flesh meeting…he was fuddled and hot on me…I reached down…he pulled us into the kitty, beneath the weewee, 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 amnionic fluid edge. I heard the pounding of the falls and he brought me to him…my stage around his brass. I looked down and he smiled. He pulled me closer to his grin, lifting my bottom on to his mouth. The sinewy thumb…now gentling me…so"ahhh"gentle on my cunt sass, massaging. I closed my eye. This transport evening.

My body was his…we were wet…I was wet…not from the water system and his glossa anointed my wet body…insinuating him into me…I lifted and spasmed to his ablutions and that magical thumb…my script were on his head…feeling his ears…and the motion of his tongue, 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 stiff cock at me, touching me, searching for its home…I reached down to spot him…he said"No… let footling Percy find you all by himself."Little Percy, indeed…I had felt the'piffling"guy ! I didn't want to wait but take away my clutches on his huge stiff cock…I felt him searching for my aching body…I was so ready for this…needed this…needed to release.

Then I felt his tool at me…spreading my lips…slowly…he was such a specimen…this beautiful man and ‘ trivial ‘ pocket-sized, immense, slopped Percy…I lifted for him…meeting him…wanting this…on my beguile eve with a unknown a beautiful stranger…"Oh !"I didn't have to wait any longer…he was inside and rich and urgent and again…I lifted again to take all of him into my body,"Milk me Man !"Please sleep with 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 gloaming pounding in my ear as ‘ little Harry Hotspur ‘ was pounding my cunt…then quieting me, smoothing me down with gentle candy kiss. I hugged him tight not wanting him to leave me but feeling him go soft, slipping out and we laid, side by side.

He poured a picayune wine-colored between my sassing, bringing me to liveliness and kissed me…it was so sweet…My Enchanted Evening…when I met a stranger…in Paradise…smoothing my body and a terminal look on me where I was still hot…

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