Being Thomas More insinuate stories by early dame who enjoyed orgasms in different times and unsuspected places.

seat View Mirror, Part I by phyllisroger

I used to take the air home plate 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 attending to myself with their look and stares before I knew all about'things.'But by this time, I was a piffling older and liked to show myself off to boy and my teachers…it made me experience important besides just being a good girl with practiced grades.

It was still a very private thing : appearance and designate off but…well, it was then I began to go to school without panties and it made me sense brave though it was from some of the other girls that I first heard about not wearing them. Little did the boy know when they admired me, there was only the fabric of my school attire separating their looks from something truly extra that would have opened their eyes spacious and score them lap up their mouth. Just walking around that way aroused me young body.

But after work, in my aphrodisiacal pantyless state, I would walk home plate and think of school and my job and, in particular, the honest-to-god boy who also worked there. He had a small car and one day drove up alongside as I was walking home base and asked to have me a ride…I said"Sure !"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 seat for me as I jumped back in and sat in the petty jump off can with my ramification partly up and my dress draped high around them. I was scared he might suffer"had a look"but he didn't say anything and off we drove.

In a mo his dog jumped back on me and I pushed it away."That's okay…he likes mass and won't sharpness. Just pet him behind the ears,"he said and I did. doggie licked my face as I rubbed his ears and he scramble his legs around, pushing my wearing apparel down and exposing my wooden leg. I pushed it back up but the doggie was enjoying his ear being rubbed, was very excited and his hand fumbled all over me, messing my dress and even stepping on my crotch !

I looked in my Quaker's rear view mirror and he was watching me bring 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 rump. There was niggling way in the seat and he was finally sitting between my wooden leg and panting…his bow-wow tongue going back and Forth, slobbering on my garb so I pushed him down and away. Wrong thing to do !

I pushed him down between my legs and he licked my leg on one position and then the former and I was still rubbing his ear as I was told. I looked in the ass purview mirror. My booster's eye were glued to the scenery in his back seat and I realized why. My clothes was pushed to my waist and he could see my nakedness underneath. I thought he would seem away and impart 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 pegleg and it felt good. I wanted more doggy licks and he was total of salt lick : the position of this leg, then that, and my friend staring. It was suddenly very quiet in the little car or was it that my ear were ringing ? I felt hot there in the plump for seat with doggie, a beating tongue and those eyes in the rear horizon mirror…watching.

He moved the mirror to a pitch and I could see myself now and my genital organ and then the pooch at body of work and it was all very titillating to me just then. I laid my mind back to fascinate my intimation. incorrect thing to do again ! Because then the doggie licked right on my pussy. This one big lap of his spit was startling and then another lick…my body jolted."Let him lick you…no one will be intimate,"my admirer said as he kept looking at my nudeness.

The car seemed to be moving very slowly and I petted the dog's ears some more and reached down to spread out my cunt 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 middle and his smile it made me even hotter like I was not only cuming for the doggie but also with him at the like time and I opened my branch wider to point him everything I had. I was slender, with sizeable breasts and my cunt was getting ginger hairs 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 shudder at my waist and my legs got precarious as the dog licked me all over and between my lips and on my clit, 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 roulette wheel. He was breathing deeply too at the fit. 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 discernment. I hoped we'd never get base !"Ohhh ! Ohh ! Mmmm"I was murmuring as the heat at my waistline traveled along my body, my mamilla hard. Then the doggie slowed and finished and I was still dripping on the footling seat and pushed him away. I couldn't take any more. That dog had made me cum hard on that naughty tongue and all in plain perspective. I was still breathing hard as the car stopped. I was home. I straightened my dress.

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

Rear View Mirror, theatrical role II

I got out of his car, petted the beautiful dog on his head and auricle, very soft cuddly ears, and he licked my handwriting ;"dog dribble"on my mitt,"Yuk !"but when I walked into my house my private parts was still wet and dripping with his other"slobber"which made me tremble and crib past Mum to my elbow room and get the nearest tissues to cleanse up. I sat on the bed, cleaning and touch and laid back ; my legs bare and cool and played with myself, still wetting up and came again quickly."dear, come down and aid with me with the potatoes !"It was Mum and she broke the piece, putting on my panties so I wouldn't drip, cleaning again and down to avail with dinner."Your face is red,"Mum said,"did you run nursing home from work ? You seem out of breath."I just nodded and began peeling and dream of the next day's ride, and you know the ride I mean.

But then there was schooltime, which went very behind, and off to work but the boy wasn't there so work was a really pain and it wasn't until several mean solar day 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 tenderness skipped a beat and the clock moved dull. It was pay day and I got my bundle :"Mum won't be back for a couple more hours,"I said as I got in the car."Sit in back,"he said, Let's go down to the beach then and I'll still get you home on time."And off we went, me in the back keister again, he was already checking me out in his raise opinion mirror and if some daughter take awhile to get in the mood for fun it wasn't this young lady or this dog, he was already nosing around. It was a warmly day, windows down, the air blowing my hairsbreadth, the smell of the sea and my head teacher was resting, my auricle pounding when he stopped the car and I sat up, alert. We weren't at the beach yet and,"My friend needed a drive, too, and here he is."In the mood and now out of the mood just as spry as that his booster got in the front and we all said"Hi"and off we went. Now I pushed the dog away from me and held his leash making him sit beside and away from me ; he was just as confound as was I at these growing. Talk about"three's a crowd"well we had a crew and a dog and a severe turn off but I didn't say anything and we were at the beach, parked on a low drop-off but where I could discover the waves and the mewlling mug with their piercing cries.

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

We all shared some treats and a drink and the dog was squirming and trying to get out of my grasp."He's anxious,"he said,"just let him loose and see what he does. We all want to determine him."So there I was, my body cook, my mind not so much and he was licking my calfskin and my genu and above my knee and two son in the presence seat, one looking through the mirror and the other adjusting in his rear looking right at me. He smiled and I grimaced. I wasn't ready for a endorsement boy even if HE was ready for a show but the dog was sure as shooting set and steamy and this time he was humping my leg, licking my face, then trying to nose me and I was being watched by four eyes in the social movement seat and I was breathing hard now, impudence red, ears ringing, gulls crying and my body crying for that dog no matter where I was and suddenly I didn't care who was watching.

It was a hot scene. Then it wasn't just the dog dick that was out but two more stiff peter were out and everyone was petting everyone it seemed…the new boy climbed in the back seat and kissed me, putting my paw on him. His hammer was slippery ; I was slippery and he pulled up my dress, I was past it now and didn't tending, 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, wonderful, wet, retentive tongue all over me there and everything was dreamy in my head and body, my pegleg were tingly and alive, like the boy's remains tool,"Don't stop,"he said,"Ohh, just like that, don't, don't stop,"and he lifted his backside 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 handwriting and slumped in the rear end, so it was my turn now to babble 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 wheel, the dog was licking my nectar and humping his peter toward me as I kept pushing him off…but I scooted down for more tongue and there were bridge player on my legs, then a hand on the dog's stopcock guiding it to me, hitting at my cunt back talk, wetting me more but he was one mad canine tooth at this item poking at a very frantic young lady's body. I said"No !"and then"No !"again but thing were out of control.

The dog was hurting my keister when he missed and missed again, that sharp pointy thing missing the mark, stabbing away."Scoot down more ; annul up a little ; don't tantalization an animal."“ No ! Don't,"I said but lifted up more, scooting down. My ear were wide and I scooted down ; this time he didn't fille and I felt this smooth cock stab again but stab sliding inside and I had set the dog on fire, pounding me inside, again and again. I was on fire, my pussy hot and set up, lifting and writhing on this keen 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 spell, I knew my whole body was tense, waiting for another thrust and another and I was hearing words like the boy ‘ s :"Don't plosive. Please don't, don't stop. Just there just there, Ohh, ohh."Words wouldn't come ; licking my lips, trying to breath, tasting the salt air, the boy petting my 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 unbend and smooth my apparel, hoping Mum hadn't come home early. I needed a bathtub ; I was still in a travail, needed to strip up and cool down. She wouldn't believe I had run home a second clock time that week and I didn't want to explain, obviously."It was just a one time thing."I said."I'm not that kind of girl."And thinking, wondering, about the next ride place."Bye !"and the two of them drove off, me finally at abode, still breathless, wet and astonished. They didn't believe me. Why would they ? I didn't believe myself. I had my pay packet and had a new shorter dress in psyche and it would be easier to lift up for things.



Not just my toes got attention !

I loved to get quick for Sabbatum night and as a young girl 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 meet and I spent most of the day getting ready for the Nox : laying out my clothes, what I would wear ( and not weary ! I was a sexy matter and didn't wear a complete outfit if you get my hint ). My subroutine : a thorough bathing tub and after that, my body all radiant, a pedicure.

Mum and sisters were out for their own Saturday routines and I was alone in the menage to pamper and primp myself. I had a date that night for the dance ; a cute guy who liked to dance and feel me up, hands all over me, under me and in between, during and after the dance, muckle of kissing and cuddling and thinking about Sat night 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 stool painting my fingers and now my toes. Everything had to jibe : digit, toes, whisker ribbon setting off my attire. My pes in a pan of warm water, knees up and sitting on the faeces, my little doggie nearby, tongue out as usual, walking to my pan of water, sniffing around, looking up as I patted his headland and began to trim my toenails, doggie licking my fingers and sniffing my toes when I took a foot from the fond water, I patted his head and stroked his soft ears.

So motion-picture show this : a pretty female child, like me, only covered with a towel ( covered ? Not totally covered, I mean it was just a towel. ) but I was alone in our kitchen, knees up, towel slipping to my waist, my private parts, radiant from the bath, and there for the world to see but I was alone and individual, pretty lots alone, wooden leg apart to respectable reach my invertebrate foot, my toes closed together, the lips of my slit closed but my genitals open so I could get at my feet, doggie ready for head-patting, hand beating, me thinking of my date at the dance that night, totally make clean from my tub, but thinking of what date and I would be doing and feeling in dark corners of the dance hall and afterward when he would wreak with me and I would"dance"my body on his helping hand, how his finger's breadth would surely get me hot and build me cum as he fingered my kooz, that he would whisper in my ear and kiss my rima oris and secern me how pretty I am and how he loved my naked cunt ; that he was glad I wasn't"fully"dressed for our fun.

And doggie sensing something in me, scenting something, as I was dreaming of the dance and all and gave no thought to his soft doggie header, his licking doggie knife on my hired hand and then my toes but then he went between my knees and his cold nose brought me back to the kitchen and my pedicure. I pushed him away :"Naughty boy. Your nose is cold !"and he looked up at me curious, seeming to smile and licking his mouth.

Then I was back to my human foot and the low temperature nozzle again that shocked me but doggie had my scent and wanted More, his nose slipping all along my kooz from merchantman up to top and I gasped when he slid up to the top and that cold olfactory organ on my fanny sent a charge like it was my date was at me, but now it was during the day, an early exhilaration before the dance that night and I pushed his nose away.

There wasn't anything awry about an innocent dog or me and my pedicure but that cold olfactory organ was unexpected and shocking and brought thoughts of Saturday night to the here and now and I wasn't ready yet I thought. It was this unknown thing in my mind and I was alone, it was tranquility, my Mum and sisters wouldn't be back anytime soon ; barker looked trauma when I pushed him off, his eyes looked sad and would I let him"nose me"again ?

I wasn't easy. I was a good girl but his coldness nose was exciting my privates and it was our very private thing ; who would know ; the kitchen was quiet except my ears were ringing ; then doggie's wet cold nose was back on my scratch spreading my lip apart with another shocking slide. My branch opened more as legs will and that frigidity olfactory organ from rump to top, sliding up my wet slit, hitting my button, sending a jolt and I put my hand on his head word, this fourth dimension petting his nose, his thrilling nose and then that spit, up the walls of my slit again,"Good doggie,"this meter, getting me wet, his knife had my mouthful and he was at it.

It was too tardy for me to stop ; I wanted this now ; I was past thinking, it was too risque, too adept and exciting and preclude all together, tongue and rear now in control. I was dancing in my judgement feeling salutary affair. My towel slipped off and I was smoothing my knee joint and down my legs, spreading my lip for my excited bow-wow and his anxious tongue, making me pass, licking up my spend and I was petting his ears, lifting his sass on me. His tongue was dipping inside my slit for more and I was hot at my center ; my body was throbbing now as his cold nose and hot tongue were bringing me off like no date had ever done at any dance or in any blue corner, my toes curling up, and here in the midsection of my quiet kitchen I could discover my escort whispering as I came and came, this sentence not on his fingers, as he was holding my face. This time coming on a Brigham Young pooch's clapper and I was holding pooch ‘ s face, hoping he wouldn't stoppage, not now in the centre of my pedicure. I was feeling very naughty and very hot being licked until he was finished with me and walked away to his weewee trough, both of us panting. I looked down at my groundwork, easing them down in the water and finally cooling down from my thrilling pedicure. Saturday night had come early. I knew I was shamefaced of this but had the right to remain silent even with the reverberance still loud in my ears 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 dissimilar prescript : condoms were unvoiced to regain, virginity was important, insouciant sex was for ‘ other'people, etc., etc. So it is no surprise that when Brett and I started getting serious we made sacred promises to each former including :"no sex before marriage"though we loved each early. And, you know, being good child we stuck to it. I mean, after we began dating he kissed me on our third date ( another old rule ) and then we graduated to other tinkle, like tits…fifth date…and I had to be persuaded at that…the rest was downhill…or uphill depending on how we looked at it..and from then on it wasn't long before he was in my pants…I did a niggling impedance act at first, to tease him…it felt so good to have his hand on me there, his finger's breadth getting slippery from me…and then I was unzipping him…heavy caressing during and after a appearance at the drive-in…It was the first-class honours degree set up cock I had seen, or stroked or kissed…I learned all about cocks and how to squeeze, kiss, caress, take a crap it wet…then he got me to lick him. He showed me all about my body but we still kept our promised to wait until"later'to go ‘ all the way.'Brett ad I were sticking to our common vow…barely. I was heroic for what the veridical thing would be like but we had agreed to wait. We had taken the Vow !

One night we were at a company at a booster's sign of the zodiac and we girls got to talking…the boys on another side of meat of the room…I told them about my vow with Brett and it got discussed and some of the girls tittered at that and said we'd really already had sex…just not insight. Of trend, his starchy hammer 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, penult, 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 company, Bret and I went on a double date and drove to the beach. We had a couple six packs…we weren't complete prudes…and sat on the guts on blankets my girl brought and we were soon drinking, laughing, kissing, tactile sensation and all…Brett was under my dress, inside my scanty as common, his fingers setting me on fire and my lady friend getting played with by her fellow near me and she was also breathing hard. I looked over at her and she at me…we smiled."Isn't the beach big ?"With all the kissing, breathing and fingering I didn't card when my girlfriend and her date got up and stood over us…just shadows… My lady friend said :"We're going to have an interposition for you two Melopsittacus undulatus,"and then her boyfriend announced :"Right here…right now !"I didn't know what to think or say…

My legs shot together ; I pushed my dress down, Brett stopped what he was doing. I felt threatened."No…"I said,"We're not having an intervention."Her boyfriend responded :"Oh yes we are…Enough of this silly vow you two have…it's all ridiculous."

I didn't know what else to say. I just looked at Brett, kneeling beside me and he was nonplussed…there was another part :"Yeh…you guys…this vow stuff is diddly-shit !"

It was two other bozo who were at the party a few weeks before…I was shocked and a short fright. What would happen ? They had planned all this. Did Brett know, too ? My mind was a mess…my consistence hot…but my nous a mess.

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

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

I was looking for service but Brett was dumb. What an asshole ! I think he liked the whole scene…I thought he might even have planned it…"This wasn't my approximation, true,"he said. He was still a suspect ! And now there were hands, circumstances of hands, holding my wrists above my heading and grabbing my branch at the ankle, holding them apart, my frock at my shank, my privates only protected by my wet panties…I was prone and twisted away…they pulled me back."avail !"I said. The waves pounded against the sound of my voice."You can't do this ! Stop !"

Brett was outnumbered and helpless at this point. I didn't know what to do…screaming was a wastefulness on that isolated beach. The wave were forte in my ears…the sky overcast…I couldn't see any stars. No moon and I was being held by strong guys…my girlfriend was no help…she whispered to me :"No one's going to hurt you,"she said with a soft, reassuring timbre. Her hands were on me ; she pulled up my dress…took down my pantie. I was now exposed to the world. I was scared…but I knew I wouldn't be hurt…at the bad 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 slit go to barren,"said another. There was that exciting word…cunt…and it was my cunt…which until a few moments before was wet, hot and excited. Now, I confess, the scene and the men holding…it was all exciting and my head word pounded. Another confession : I was still wet, hot, mad and still a little scared.

I was in the house grip of guy 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 mantle, at the beach, with the speech sound of nature…my torso naked…legs spread…I felt the air cooling and also exciting me…I squirmed again…then :"I want to get down and bat that thing,"said yet another and I felt a mouth on my little virgin cunt…I flexed…a hot tongue licking up one position and then up the other…a cold wind moving on my clit…which stiffened to the glossa and I squirmed again but this meter, spontaneously, it felt so good…I fought the feeling…didn't want my body to respond but it did. I dug my fanny into the blanket but two hands lifted my butt cheeks…thumbs spreading me. This had to turn back. The air was sang-froid, waves were licking the shoreline…the drubbing of my cunt was continuing. I tried to actuate to one side, then the other, my pegleg being held, and squeezed my pussy but the licking…Oh God…that spit ! Hands lifting me up…the licking remain. I couldn't aid 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 representative said, between licks…and oh that damned nose lifting my clit…I couldn't assistant it. I just couldn't. It was feeling good and I didn't want anyone to get it on. I was thrashing my head from side of meat to side…"No…don't"I said but now I was just mumbling. His hand was on my tum, pulling my tegument back…lifting my clit…a nose, a thumb…it was too, too proficient. I couldn't helper myself and lifted for more of his wonderful tongue.

His tongue was slipping in me and along my bitch walls as I twisted from side to side…I opened my eyes and saw Brett in the shadows…he just stood there, watching me…the Bastard ! But what could he do ? I hated him at that moment…he could at least ‘ TRY'to do something…we could run to the…"uh, unh, uh"my body said to me and I tried not to hear it. It came again, with the waving,"Uh, UH, UH, OH"I spasmed. The beach was loud and alert with water rushing in, rushing out ; my feelings were rushing the same…my cheek hot, blushing. I hoped they couldn't see me. He pushed on my stomach, licking harder…in an amazing, 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 Sir Thomas More to squirm away and I slipped from his appreciation on my puss lips but only briefly as he encircled my peg with his weapon system, 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 make relaxed, wanting this violation…and lifted now, arching open for his natural language and my former capturer sensing my lust, released my wrist joint. My girlfriends whispered Christian Bible coming to me again :"No one's going to smart you."To be dependable it didn't hurt so far…NO ! it didn't hurt at all. I was starting to smart for more.

My hands went to the head of this licking bastard at my waist and I rode that face…writhing on his sass as waves were pulsing inside me now. Suddenly he stopped."She's set guys !"he said…"My tongue's tired ! Christ !"I started to relax a trivial, my wet pussy afford to the night but my ankle were still held…my hands covered my privates 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 apparition of these guys and my girlfriend…but I hadn't cum yet…it had felt good but my consistency needed finishing…my organic structure was thirsting for the coda but was cooling down rapidly. I said nada 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.

"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 cat and my girlfriend…I could see her smiling in the phantasma. 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 contain a turn at her…she's ready…so let's go."Brett looked at me, at my eyes, I looked back…my wooden leg being held and counterpane open…my pussy hot and dripping, my mental state confused and hot…and I do mean HOT ! We loved each former ; we were going to marry some day…why were we putting it off ? I was confused, doubting, questioning my time to come hubby and his resolve…I laid my head back, closed my eyes…It was true : I was hot, and set and aching…

"Make up your mind, guy,"it was the vocalisation 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 read/write head :"No !"I said, but just mumbling. I could see he was weakening. He was so giving, a tent in his shorts, I wanted him so much…"What can I do honey ?"he said."It's either them or me. You love me, don't you ?"I froze. No motion. We had promised each other, various fourth dimension and here we were…them or him…I just closed my center again."I don't want to,"Brett said from the tincture."I don't want you to do anything. I love her. Just leave us alone."

Moments passed…I get wind a zipper…zippers ? …and then felt someone getting between my legs…I stared up at the dark sky…my hands over my privates, hands taking my wrists away from my hot torso, exposing me again, pushing them back over my top dog. I felt movement between my legs and a pissed cock poking at me, I looked up at Brett, standing there, looking down….then someone held my wrists, firmly, I was undecided and ready…more poking at my snatch then spreading my pussy lips…the shadowy figure knelt close…"It's him or me,"said the guy between my legs…"One finish chance…make your alternative, Brett…it's you or me…you're ready and so am I."I looked at him and then at Brett…"Brett,"I grunted…"Please help me."I didn't know if he heard me with all the waves pounding…my headland pounding.

The waves were loud. I hoped he heard the desperation in my voice. I waited. I was blunt and closed my middle again. I didn't have to look long as I felt a cock Begin teasing my pussy rim but then it moved away ... my hands still held away from my privates…I felt dizzy, garbled. I wanted pricking. I waited. I was so incredibly hot, willing, vulnerable…not scared…wanting…there was more cause on the blanket and then :

A prick was pressing at me, teasing again, massaging my heave backtalk. I kept my oculus shut, listening to the undulation, the peter was playing at me, over and over, and I was thirsty for it and flexed…I wanted to experience what a real scratch 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 control. It was what I had dreamed of on so many Night after heavy snuggling with Brett. I couldn't say him about it…now it had all come to me there in the night on the cover at the beach. I wanted the literal thing fucking me. I listened to the pounding waves and wanting my own pounding…that prick was entering me now and I lifted to meet it.

I was a captive to my body, mind and captors…whoever it was inside me was taking it slow…milking. But wait ! This wasn't my intimate ‘ dame'sizing, 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 bozo 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 whisker, 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 thing that began stroking inside…each clock time 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 bend to tease…fingers on each side of the monster…wetting our privates with our fluids…I stroked the sides of his tool…balls hitting me. I was churning from side 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 mussitate and lift for more.

Brett was whispering but was he also fucking me ? I wasn't sure. I couldn't Tell. I didn't upkeep about it…I was all senseless and I abandoned myself in lust and was humping on this 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 moving ridge were swirling on the beach, in my brain, washing through my cunt, to all of me. My mortise joint were released, and I was holding this soundbox, this great cock, bucking with it."OH ! OH !"Then the world went quiet…slowly the fantastic cock softened and withdrew.

I didn't want it to bequeath and I squeezed to hold it but it slipped out. Then there were other peter and more kissing and licking…I had turned on all the hombre with my passions ... I was weak and couldn't resist…I wanted more, I did…my snatch ached for more…more and more fuck 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 cunt was a uncoerced sinner…I was fucked there on the blanket until I was drained. Brett held my hand and stroked my thighs and then covered me as we lay together, breathing deeply. He was kissing me down now, down from the top. It was tranquil, dark, the tide was receding, the waving more removed. I put my point on his shoulder and reached to his shank to feel if it was him who was first to have me. It had been so sour and my lust so intense I wasn't sure. His cock stiffened with my stroke. I measured it with my hand around it, wondering, but not saying. It felt like that very first of all cock but I wasn't an expert.

I just couldn't be sure and almost didn't care. I loved Brett and loved all the ass but I couldn't continue doing this. We had a modified vow. It had been a one night thing. One matter was for sure. I would need a large 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 dark. Besides, I was off to the English also being fucked."

"By Brett ?"I asked. She just smiled. Brett was such a bastard but I loved him. Someday I would receive out if it was his…the huge first peter I mean. I would remember the size of it…I couldn't time lag to find out.

The Pub Wall…what a surprise, Part I

I was a sweet Whitney Moore Young Jr. 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 livelihood supporting us…I was too young to suffer a child, in my mind…I was just barely 21, replete of hormones, didn't want more than children…one was enough…joy but burden along therewith…you know what I mean. years at nursing home, no husband, tedium, a job was the thing and my Mom loved caring for the youngster.

I was a good daughter but often ruttish. I once told the nurse, who asked if I had any problems, that I got really wet down there. She just laughed and left me in the examination way to mull what was so funny about the question. So prim and proper but got wet easily and pregnant and now with a youngster.

I got a job. Wouldn't you ? A little walk around money and something to do…people to fulfill, 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 citizenry with footling credit…Johnnie would walk me base sometimes and flatter me along the way…"Do you know how people look at you ?"No, I didn't, but he would evidence me…how my long auburn fuzz was gorgeous…how I made men plough around and look at my pilus and legs and my ass…how I was"hot."And so, working days would pass and the walks home were Sir Thomas More fun than work.

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

Oh, I knew Johnnie was just a blandish young bloke who meant no harm…I was a married woman with a young child. But he knew hubby was gone for periods…I guess he knew about hormone and Brigham Young girls…he could never venture how I got so wet at times…how I made that breastfeed gag with my question…and the early little girl at work saw him paying attention to me and would tell me affair :"Watch out for Johnnie,"they would giggle,"walking you home is just the start of things."I didn't know what the"things"were…he was nice to me. I would find out out about"thing"and"low Pub walls"that night.

All I could think 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 post to the pub…it was early Fall…a warm even and the crickets were mad in their celebration…we sat at a tabular array and he brought a pint of lager and a glass of white wine-coloured for me…it was things about work and the hoi polloi 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 sentence for him…how they argued a lot and then he began to talk about sex and how he got no sex at menage and went on about his wife and she didn't like"fucking"and that was a startling word for me. Men didn't talking about"fucking"when they talked to me…but the word was exciting to me…I felt myself getting wet. It was so very foreign that just a man using that Holy Scripture could take a crap me wet…my cutis was warm…my whole body was warm…Johnnie brought me another chicken feed of wine to go with his pint and continued on about his wife and, then that word again :"fucking"and if it was the wine or the Good Book or how he looked at me or when I noticed some men at the bar looking at me…I shivered…I pressed my peg together…wrong thing to do just then…I was wet and squeezing my wooden leg sent me more shivers…so I swallowed some wine-colored and felt a short dizzy about it all…this man, those men at the bar, squeezing my legs, getting that thrill…my hubby gone now various weeks…I wished he was home tonight…I'd Tell him to"have a go at it 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 adulator, that Johnnie, sitting across from me here in the pub on Friday night in our little Town and I was feeling it was warmly in the elbow room and it was clip to go and take the air home and I told him I had enough vino, that I knew my limit.

What I didn't know was my"limits."I was congregation to my hubby and my tyke and was not going to be unfaithful. I was trusted of that. It was very hot in the pub and I waited for Johnnie to finish his dry pint and pay the bill. I was looking forward to Saturday morning and going shopping in town…it would be a beautiful day…it was strong this eventide and surely be a skillful morning…those men at the bar…looking…and Johnnie and all his dainty words and the"ass"word lingered in my brain and I was thinking of fucking just now. I went to the ladies to freshen up…my fount 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 pocketbook. I wiped myself off but that sent More shivers…my lips 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 dry 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 sour outside and the crickets were in full voice…no synodic month and secluded.

There was a low wall along one side of the pub…Johnnie pushed me against it and kissed me full moon on the lips…his glossa went inside my back talk, exploring my mouth. My tongue pushed back…"How dare he,"I thought as he insinuated it in and around my tongue…I jerked my foreland back and he looked me in the optic, smiling…his arms were around my waist."You're really pretty tonight…did you see those men looking at you. Jealous of me to be with a hot girl."I heard the office girls saying :"…walking home with Johnnie is just the start of things…"Johnnie's lip was on me again…I was wet again…as his clapper wetted mine and my mouth felt thick…his intimation hot on my cheek…I looked to see if there was anyone about…we were alone…laughter and noise from inside…but very quiet along the pub wall except for crickets…I kissed him back and licked inside his mouth…I shouldn't have taken off my panties I thought…I was very wet again and maybe the girls were decently :"…it was just the start of things…"I was a good girl but my torso was being bad…his hint on my face…my breath on his…my tongue on his…I felt dizzy…the dark was sang-froid but I was hot…he pulled me to him and told me how pretty I was and how he wanted to"get laid"me…there was that parole again. I wasn't going to"fuck"him and told him"No."But his clapper was whispering to me and his mouth 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 articulatio humeri but our waists were aligned…my bottom 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 leg and I felt the cloth of his drawers against them…pushing and spreading them…"Please Johnnie,"I said again but it was not a"please don't"it was too late for that as I felt his shape now…it was hot and the night was coolheaded and I said just a very weak…a hoping and leave"please, Johnnie"as I knew I was wet, that my"cunt"was wet and ready…I didn't say that word…I imagined my"cunt"and it was ready for his tool as I felt his skin against my peel and I looked around, the pub noise and the dark noise, and praying we wouldn't be interrupted…I wanted him to"shtup"my"cunt"…we were both hot and wet and ready for"fucking."

I reached under my skirt…he wasn't in me yet…I took grasp of his cock which was hot and slippery and I held it and looked at him…he was looking right into me…I was on that wall…"Please Johnnie !"I whispered, pleadingly now…."fuck me !"His cock was not as long as hubby's but it seemed very thick and he pressed against me and I felt the fountainhead spread my lips…he almost hurt me but I loved this bit of pain…he slipped inside and my pussy adjusted to this fatheaded 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 broad as I could…"Please"I repeated as he forced his way recondite and I felt his shank on my waist…his hairs on mine..finally I was impaled on his thick thing as he churned away into me…it was cool…we were very wet and hot all at the same time…he got at me…our tongues…my snatch, his rooster, our respiration, and then I grabbed at his neck opening and his waist pulling him tight as he fucked into me and I fucked him back…I couldn't get enough of that thick hot peter 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 dwelling to an empty house, clean myself up and woolgather about low pub walls…and, for Johnnie and me…it was just the"start of things."Delicious sexy affair 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 eyes and with all the other young woman on the verge of giggles…after all, they had warned me about Johnnie…how walking me household 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 naughty boy and just his look made me hot…I envisioned him kissing me against the Pub Wall, unzipping, that very heavyset pecker, spreading me, fucking me and making me come and come…so I did attend him in the eyes and smiled back…I know it was wrong…I was a married woman with a small child and, also, my hubby was often gone for a foresighted time. What is a Danton True Young fair sex to do except…well…I did matter after they got started…it was all Johnnie's fault, you know, if he hadn't befriended me, walked me habitation, bought me a drink at the pub, put me on the wall…fucked me…Oh God ! Did he ever fuck me good and hard and made me tremble and carry him in a death's travelling bag and want him to never leave my body…my bitch was starved for his cock…"fuck me Johnnie,"it said…and my cunt wanted it more…it was a blessing to my body…my body craved these things…so what was I to do…a power had come into my life…its name was Johnnie…thick cock, hot, Johnnie. His wife came to touch 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 face at her she was so plain…they looked at me though.

I went home by myself that Night and looked at myself in the can mirror…my hair and my mouth that he had devoured…took off my work dress and stood in front of the mirror…for the first off time…admiring myself. hubby never said I was really pretty, but Johnnie did ; married man never devoured my mouth but Johnnie did ; I was never on the pub rampart with married man or shuddered and grabbed and released like with Johnnie…I wanted that again…looking in the mirror at myself…my ginger George Walker Bush and my pep hair and feeling how wet I was at just the thought of his peter in me…I was a good miss but never as good or clean as when I was coming on Johnnie's thick rooster when it was fucking me…I went to log Z's 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 study again…it was my turn

And so it was…more hole-and-corner smiles…I thought it might happen sooner and dressed for the case. I wore a short skirt and a pretty blouse that showed me a little more than usual and I walked down the street after body of work, alone…just as Johnnie told me…so there wouldn't be more whispers or giggles…he was around the quoin in his little car…I jumped in and off we went…we had bucket seats so I couldn't squeeze against him…"damn"I thought."Let's drive to the shoreline,"he said,"there's a reasonably spot."And so we drove and he reached for my hand…I scooted down in my seat and it was growing moody but there was a moon this dark and I began to see its rumination on the road and the trees…soon he stopped the car…we were at the border of the sea…I could hear the wave 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 special shoes this nighttime after work…and he kissed me…just kind of a peck on my cheek and then on my brim and then that stupid tongue inside my mouth, moving around and around and I thought what else he could do with his moving tongue. I had heard of tonguing and all but didn't know what that was…hubby and I were strictly the old forge way and then to sleep…covers over us and both sleeping…but Johnnie…the young woman said :"walking me home was just the commencement"and so it was that night at the sea…waves, moonlight, natural language and then…

"move over here,"he said. He pulled me…my consistence over toward him…lifting me over to where he was opposite the wheel…so what is this all about, I thought, what is he doing ? I was a bad young lady, a very bad and naughty female child, this night…I dressed that morning time 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 look at my legs…he was a strange fellow but even he excited young and beautiful me…I saw him circumvent under the desk pretending to pick up something but I knew he was looking at my legs and up my clothes if he could…I opened my legs and let him await at my fanny…I was naughty but you should stimulate seen the tone on his expression ! 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 dear old Johnnie…

Johnnie Hot and what was his side by side trick…it wasn't long for me to find out…he pulled me over to him and the steering roulette 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 head 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 thigh, back and forth, and to the heart of me…petting my cunt…"Your cunt is soft and wet,"he said…it all shake up me…I knew his fingers were wet with me…I wanted his pecker and reached for him…he was stiff…I unzipped his knickers and released his thick cock…it was moist…"You've made me wet, too,"he said…and I rubbed his pre-cum all over this turncock and he lifted to my touch…I was turning him on and he said dirty things to me…"You're a hot adult female. You're so naughty and dirty…and I've got a surprise for you tonight…"There was no pub rampart or crickets or early 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 cutis all over and moved one leg toward him…moving the early leg aside…"Sit down,"he said…but there was nowhere to sit down…I looked down…there was my seat and his nates and in between, the console and gear shift 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 paw on my waist pushing me down…he kissed me again…tongues…and petting my fanny…I was so wet and the air made me cool…he pushed me down on the gear shift…Now I knew what was my surprise…but the node was just a thing…"Sit down on it,"he said and urged me down and down and my brim were so wet it was easy to include this knob…"Sit down,"he demanded and it was so easy…the boss paste my lips…as had his thick cock…I slid gradually down, down on the knob…It eased up into me and I was finally on the console and the knob completely inside…after Johnnie on the low pub bulwark it wasn't so hard to do and I was so very wet…remember the laugh from the nursemaid ? …that I sort of slue down around it, nuzzling inside and another kiss from Johnnie and he was feeling my breasts…but I was still wanting…wanting that sack like on the wall…this knob job wasn't doing it…it was just a kind of dainty thing inside me and Johnnie fondling 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 boss came alive, inside me, moving about, vibrating and scaring me…I tried to rescind off but Johnnie held me down…his script house on my shoulders…I relaxed a fiddling and let him hold me down and he was kissing me again and his hands were all over my breasts and rubbing my thigh and the railway locomotive was running…but the gear wheel shift knob cryptical inside, and on which I was sitting, was vibrating on me…He kept kissing and I sat there enjoying his tongue and his manus on me and the oscillation inside and then…then…there was the surprise…my physical structure was feeling all this…all the trembling was touching me now…it wasn't just touching my cunt but making me experience all over my slit lips and my thighs and up and down my thighs…my genu were sapless and Johnnie was whispering muddied thing to me and my body was riding this matter inside setting me on ardor and my auricle 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 storm thing…I grabbed Johnnie's chief and held it…hoping…hoping for his heat and saying things in his ear…"Oh…Ohhh…I'm…ohh…coming…coming…"He revved the locomotive engine and I couldn't stand it any more but couldn't let go and saw superstar and Moon 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 birr and come and make vibrant sounds 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 grimace and I licked my backtalk and felt salty tears…the knob was gone, it was all quiet…I was gone…somewhere…Johnnie just held me…held me…thank you Johnnie for holding me…letting me go down…what a surprise…

Hawaiian Paradise

Hawaii Island : my pet place but this time traveling alone as, at the last minute, my girl had an emergency at work…I was determined…now on the plane from San Francisco to Honolulu…During the flight there was upheaval and I had visions of St. John the Apostle Wayne piloting that old motored craft in the flick"The high gear and the Mighty,"Phil Harris complaining in the rear of the plane…the crew evaluating the"head of no issue"and they were passed it now, ignoring the imprecation of the comme il faut air hostess. They could have turned back but forged ahead into the unknown.

As the ground crew chief 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 Bodoni font jet, the fuselage trembling, awakening me…then smoothing and I went back to dozing. It had been a long day. I needed a vacation away from the tumult of the spot and my officious genus Bos who was always importuning me…the prettiest woman on the staff for :"dinner ?"or"Fancy a swallow or two after workplace ?"or what he was really saying to me after patting my butt :"How about going to my place to see my etchings, have a drink, strip down and fuck."How double-dyed ! Exactly why I needed a vacation.

Our carpenter's plane landed, we all were on the WikiWiki bus off for our luggage and me to my way at the Moana…a little time at the Banyon Court for a drink or two and then some serious…all along…sack time. The next day I had hired a car for a effort to the other incline of the island…away from the crew of Waikiki…to the placid shores near the Polynesian Cultural heart where there was little refinement but mass of people.

Not far past the substance was a rattling hiking route among the fertile apple tree diagram to the Sacred declension and consortium where I planned a peaceful and restful picnic. I had heard of this post from a native of the islands some old age past and this was my prison term to research and enjoy. I drove past the little village of Kaawa to a parking lot which was almost empty. I was dressed and equipped for the hiking : A back pack with snacks and wine, of course of instruction, some wine…and my skimpy outfit…a short dress and tennis shoes. That's all I needed, plus a blanket for a little nap at the falls. I was on my way. No ordinary tourist was I and there were no tourists here…they were all buying the souvenir at the Cultural Center…a Mormon enterprise. Try finding a friendly bar there ! It wasn't going to occur. I brought my bar with me !

And up the hill I climbed which then leveled out for a gentle climb slowly to the declination, only a few miles. It began to rain and then stopped. I had my swimming lawsuit under my little dress so I was prepared. Along the way I nodded at other tramper ascending and descending but few in routine. It was quiet and idyllic and dreamy…one could not require for more paradise in Hawaii than this secluded hike and the falls and consortium ahead.

I wasn't far on the path when I could hear the impound water of the falls…my meat began to pound…with the hike and the thrill of paradise awaiting me ahead. I trudged along."Have you been here before ?"a voice just behind me inquired. I didn't spirit but, a little breathlessly answered :"No, it's my offset metre up here."

Then :"There is a reason why they call it Sacred declination,"the voice said. I paused and looked to the root of the articulation. It was a big Hawaiian man…you know the kind : an apparently chiseled chest and torso, a broad grinning with beautiful smile. He was unseasoned than me and I wondered, ‘ is this a semen on ?'I was warning signal because of my boss I suppose and shouldn't have…we were just talking. But chatting led to former things so I was shy and coy and didn't answer.

But he said :"We Hawaiians… [ pronounced HaVaiians ] …find pacification and repose at the tumble, it is a native thing. The fact of the falls in this remote blank space, the speech sound of the piddle, their cleansing nature…A religious experience."I smiled and believed I was going to throw a religious experience…IF left alone. And I walked on, ahead of him, up some steep portions…him behind me and I was envisioning him walking behind, under my butt…looking up my little dress at my butt…which was covered…a little…by my lean swim suit…but intellection of him watching my hips, my ass moving, undulating, was arousing me. Where was my girlfriend for a trivial protection just now ? home base attending to her damned emergency.

Just then I slipped on the wet path…down to where hands were holding me…on my bottom but preventing a fall…those hand on my privates at an unexpected moment but fleetingly, then away after I had steadied myself. I turn and looked at him. He was fold, holding me for seconds. I smiled."Thank you,"I said. He smiled back, nodding. A big, unattackable and still native. His arms were impregnable and muscled. I was such a petite, slender thing. He could easily have caught me no subject how far I might feature fallen."You're very pretty,"he said. I just smiled and continued up the course. When he caught me my wooing 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 handsome native with the strong 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 Shangri-la. I just let it be and continued my cost increase. Let him seem and admire my human body and my flesh and my almost au naturel freighter. Then, shit, I slipped again on the path and fell once again into his arms…my bare skin on his brownness chassis which was terribly ardent on me. But this time I had seriously slipped and was totally in his blazonry, against his chest."I'm so dingy,"I said. He just smiled…our bodies against each other's…warm, enfolding, clutching…ever so concisely and yet…it was on my head and surely on his.

He put me down."The falls aren't far from here,"he said,"Be careful."“ Okay"is all the superb response I could make, my face flush and didn't quite know why but I was blushing. It wasn't more than a quarter stat mi and we were at the understructure of the crepuscle, Malus pumila trees abounding, I put down my mantle and sat to overhear my breath, putting aside my rucksack.

He was standing near."Are you going into the pool,"he asked."In a minute,"I said. He disrobed and now was in a skin tight case."A bronze god,"I thought looking at him now and surely he was or could have been that. Indeed. I glanced at his wooden leg, thighs, his hip, chest, arms…the jut in his suit…I caught my breathing place again ! Then he dived into the pool and swam to the pes of the falls letting waters cleanse him…he swam back to where I was…"The water is so refreshing,"he said, reaching his manus to me…"semen on in…its aplomb and nice."I hesitated and then let him consume my bridge player. He pulled on me gently and I was in the water system. My lithe body pass by his…our flesh touching slightly as I dived in. He was right. The water was coolheaded and wonderful. We swam together to the dip and splashed underneath.

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

"My name is Carol."“ Sir Henry Percy, Harry Hotspur Kinimaka."“ Thank you Percy."And then…since we knew each other now :"Would you like some of my luncheon ?"“ Do you induce enough ?"he asked…"We'll find out…come and sit with me,"and he did. We must make looked like a study in a still life : white skinned Haole girl/dark skinned bronzed aborigine man. Surely an creative person would study us.

There were a few others at the autumn, two nestling and their family who splashed and played, I brought out the vino and the Malva sylvestris and bread…just enough for the two of us. The sun was in its descent…early afternoon. unintelligent me ! I had forgotten to bring a cork screw…how to give the wine-colored without a screw ? There was that word in my mind here with a god at the falls…but I was"screwless."I looked at him in alarm."contribute me the bottle,"he said and laughed."I know what to do. Say a orison and close your eyes,"he laughed again. And I did so. A consequence later he took my hand and gave me the bottle, now afford."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 bottleful. Then cheese, lolly, our short makeshift sandwich and more drinking from the bottle…the splashing of the H2O from the crepuscle, the sky in the good afternoon beginning to turn pink…I looked around…the children and their kin were gone…the two of us were very much alone…I looked at Sir Henry Percy."This is why I come here at this time. For peace."ataraxis, I thought, alone with a form of peace… or if I was a piece…if only there was a book of verse with Old Khayyam…but a loaf of bread of bread, a flask of wine-coloured here in the wilderness, with Percy…we shared the bottle…warming me in Paradise. The wine was almost gone.

"Can I tell you Christmas carol ?"I looked at Harry Hotspur."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 Song dynasty came to me….Then Percy said :"I have a confession,"I looked at him questioning,"I come here so often in the afternoon, I have a cache just for an occasion like this."The sky was growing pink. Percy stood and dived in the water supply. I watched his strong peg and house buttocks under his cause as he dived into the pocket billiards and disappeared under the descent. He was gone now to his ‘ stash'emerging in moments…a bottle of wine-coloured lifted above his body, a gorgeous smile, swimming to me and beside me now…using his thumb to open it, pushing the cork inside…"surprisal !"he exclaimed and we were both laughing. I hugged him…"Just for instant like this ?"And shared the new bottle. Hugging again.

His body was wet and slick and I rubbed his back…His manus were on mine, smoothing down my spine and I began to prickle. That Holy Scripture :'enchanted.'I swallowed from his bottle, mine now empty…I kept him in a hug, his hand massaging my backrest and down my back.

I heard the words of Oscar Hammerstein II, and the tattle of Mary Martin or Mitzi Gaynor…they looked into the eyes of Ezio Pinza or Rossano Brazzi…And it was me Christmas carol at the Sacred Falls looking into the eyes of him, Percy…smiling…Some Enchanted Evening….I will get together 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 apart you why ?"Those beautiful tidings of the song…and our hands on each early : who can explicate it ? Not the words but the tone, 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 manpower on me…stroking, stroking…I didn't know what would occur next but they did.

He stood, lifting me…we embraced…"Some enchanting evening"the sky was pink…he removed my top…my breasts pressed against his nakedness…I pulled at his shortstop and he peeled them off, he pushed my behind down…we were two hot naked fan, our flesh meeting…he was stiff and hot on me…I reached down…he pulled us into the pond, beneath the waters, our consistence joining and up…kissing now…our tongues…our bodies..he lifted me to the shore and on my cover. He was at the waters edge. I heard the pounding of the waterfall and he brought me to him…my legs around his grimace. I looked down and he smiled. He pulled me closer to his smile, lifting my bottom on to his mouth. The powerful thumb…now gentling me…so"ahhh"gentle on my pussy sass, massaging. I closed my eyes. This captivate evening.

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

I could finger him coming out of the pocket billiards now hovering over my body. He kissed me…both of us kissing…his stiff cock at me, touching me, searching for its home…I reached down to situation him…he said"No… let little Percy rule you all by himself."Little Walker Percy, indeed…I had felt the'little"guy ! I didn't want to expect but take away my adhesive friction on his immense 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 cock at me…spreading my lips…slowly…he was such a specimen…this beautiful man and ‘ little ‘ small-scale, huge, tight Percy…I lifted for him…meeting him…wanting this…on my enchanted evening with a stranger a beautiful stranger…"Oh !"I didn't have to wait any longer…he was inside and recondite and urgent and again…I lifted again to consume all of him into my body,"milk me Man !"Please fuck me inscrutable and hire 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 crepuscule pounding in my pinna as ‘ lilliputian Percy ‘ was pounding my cunt…then quieting me, smoothing me down with gentle kisses. I hugged him tight not wanting him to leave me but feeling him go cushy, slipping out and we laid, side of meat by side.

He poured a little vino between my sass, bringing me to life sentence and kissed me…it was so sweet…My Enchanted Evening…when I met a stranger…in Paradise…smoothing my physical structure and a last feel on me where I was still hot…

At rest home my girl asked :"Have a good clock time ?"I just laughed and said :"You will never screw ! ”