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back end eyeshot Mirror, character I by phyllisroger

I used to take the air home 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 white meat were ample and boys made me pay attention to myself with their looks and stares before I knew all about'things.'But by this metre, I was a picayune Old and liked to indicate myself off to boy and my teachers…it made me palpate important besides just being a practiced daughter with dependable score.

It was still a very private thing : display and show off but…well, it was then I began to go to school without scanty and it made me sense brave though it was from some of the other missy that I first heard about not wearing them. Little did the boys know when they admired me, there was only the cloth of my school attire separating their smell from something truly extra that would ingest opened their eyes encompassing and make them lick their lips. Just walking around that way aroused me young body.

But after workplace, in my sexy pantyless state, I would take the air home and think of school and my job and, in particular, the aged boy who also worked there. He had a small car and one day drove up alongside as I was walking home and asked to chip in me a ride…I said"Sure !"and popped in the battlefront seat…But I almost sat on his dog and jumped out the door…he said :"Get in back,"and moved the derriere for me as I jumped back in and sat in the little jump seat with my legs partly up and my wearing apparel draped high around them. I was scared he might have"had a look"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 hoi polloi and won't collation. Just pet him behind the ears,"he said and I did. pooch licked my cheek as I rubbed his capitulum and he throw together his wooden leg around, pushing my apparel down and exposing my legs. I pushed it back up but the pooch was enjoying his ears being rubbed, was very excited and his paw fumbled all over me, messing my dress and even stepping on my fork !

I looked in my Friend's posterior 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 room in the arse and he was finally sitting between my pegleg and panting…his doggie lingua going back and forth, slobbering on my wearing apparel so I pushed him down and away. incorrectly affair to do !

I pushed him down between my legs and he licked my leg on one position and then the early and I was still rubbing his auricle as I was told. I looked in the rear purview mirror. My friend's optic were glued to the picture in his back hindquarters and I realized why. My dress was pushed to my waist and he could see my nakedness underneath. I thought he would bet away and give me secrecy but he didn't. He said :"Go ahead !"I didn't know what he meant but the pooch was still licking up my branch and it felt good. I wanted more doggie salt lick and he was full of clout : the side of this leg, then that, and my admirer staring. It was suddenly very silence in the minuscule car or was it that my ears were ringing ? I felt hot there in the second seat with doggie, a drubbing spit and those eyes in the parent view mirror…watching.

He moved the mirror to a rake and I could see myself now and my genitals and then the doggie at work and it was all very erotic to me just then. I laid my head back to overhear my breath. Wrong thing to do again ! Because then the doggie licked right on my cunt. This one big lap of his natural language was startling and then another lick…my body jolted."Let him lick you…no one will sleep with,"my friend said as he kept looking at my nakedness.

The car seemed to be moving very slowly and I petted the dog's ears some more and reached down to spread my cunt backtalk for him…it was naughty…but I was aroused and wanted more licking and he was doing just that. When I watched my friend's eyes and his smiling it made me even hotter like I was not only cuming for the doggie but also with him at the same meter and I opened my pegleg wider to show him everything I had. I was slender, with copious bosom and my bitch was getting ginger hairs and I felt proud and hot showing myself to him as the dog kept at me. It was all ad-lib and dirty and my auricle were full.

Then I felt a thrill at my waist and my legs got shaky as the dog licked me all over and between my sassing and on my clit, which made me shake. pooch churned me and licked and licked. My nous was laid back, my eyes were closed in and I peeked to see my friend gripping the wheel. He was breathing deeply too at the shot. I was poor 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 taste. I hoped we'd never get home plate !"Ohhh ! Ohh ! Mmmm"I was murmuring as the heat at my waist traveled along my body, my nipples hard. Then the doggy slowed and finished and I was still dripping on the little seat and pushed him away. I couldn't take any more than. That dog had made me cum difficult on that naughty lingua and all in kick view. I was still breathing hard as the car stopped. I was home. I straightened my dress.

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

backside horizon Mirror, role II

I got out of his car, petted the beautiful dog on his header and auricle, very diffused cuddly ears, and he licked my hand ;"dog slobber"on my paw,"Yuk !"but when I walked into my home my crotch was still wet and dripping with his early"drool"which made me tingle and Trotskyite past Mum to my way and get the nearest tissue to clean up. I sat on the bed, cleaning and touching and laid back ; my legs bare and assuredness and played with myself, still wetting up and came again quickly."Honey, add up down and help oneself with me with the Irish potato !"It was Mum and she broke the enchantment, putting on my panties so I wouldn't drip, cleaning again and down to help with dinner."Your face is red,"Mum said,"did you run nursing home from work ? You seem out of breath."I just nodded and began peeling and dreaming of the succeeding day's drive, and you know the drive I mean.

But then there was school, which went very slow, and off to put to work but the boy wasn't there so piece of work was a real pain and it wasn't until several days later that he was back at work."I had to get my car repaired,"he said, smiling at me."I'll see you after work."My nub skipped a beat and the clock moved slow. It was pay day and I got my package :"Mum won't be back for a couple more than 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 arse again, he was already checking me out in his arse view mirror and if some girl take awhile to get in the modality for fun it wasn't this lady friend or this dog, he was already nosing around. It was a ardent day, windows down, the air blowing my hair, the smell of the sea and my head was resting, my ears pounding when he stopped the car and I sat up, alert. We weren't at the beach yet and,"My friend needed a ride, too, and here he is."In the climate and now out of the mood 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 pick up making him sit beside and away from me ; he was just as confused as was I at these developing. babble out about"three's a crowd"well we had a crowd and a dog and a serious 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 gulls with their piercing cries.

"I brought some snack and matter,"my employment friend said,"let's just relax here. It's very pretty. You're very pretty. come on, just relax, my Quaker knows all about things."I couldn't believe my ear at that input but what was I to do. I was in the cover tail end of a two door car. I had nowhere to go and had all kinds of expectation but now, none at all.

We all shared some treats and a swallow and the dog was squirming and trying to get out of my grip."He's anxious,"he said,"just let him loose and see what he does. We all want to take in him."So there I was, my soundbox set, my mind not so often and he was licking my calfskin and my genu and above my knee and two boy in the figurehead 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 cook for a show but the dog was sure ready and aroused and this clip he was humping my leg, licking my face, then trying to nose me and I was being watched by four eyes in the front behind and I was breathing hard now, cheek red, capitulum ringing, patsy crying and my soundbox crying for that dog no matter where I was and suddenly I didn't caution 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 back seat and kissed me, putting my manus 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 dick, opening my cunt for the dog with my other hand, and dog was at me with his dazed, tremendous, wet, long glossa all over me there and everything was dreamy in my head and body, my wooden leg were tingly and alive, like the boy's stiff prick,"Don't hitch,"he said,"Ohh, just like that, don't, don't stop,"and he lifted his tush and film 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 buns, 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 center and there was our driver wanking himself and spending on the direction wheel, the dog was licking my nectar and humping his dick toward me as I kept pushing him off…but I scooted down for more than tongue and there were hands on my pegleg, then a hand on the dog's shaft guiding it to me, hitting at my cunt brim, wetting me more but he was one frantic canid at this point poking at a very frantic girl's consistency. I said"No !"and then"No !"again but things were out of control.

The dog was hurting my fanny when he missed and missed again, that sharp pointy thing missing the scrape, stabbing away."Scoot down more ; lift up a niggling ; don't flirt an animal."“ No ! Don't,"I said but lifted up more, scooting down. My ear were entire and I scooted down ; this time he didn't girl and I felt this smooth cock thrust again but prod sliding inside and I had set the dog on blast, pounding me inside, again and again. I was on fire, my twat hot and ready, lifting and writhing on this stabbing thing ; we were joined and"No, don't"had become"No, don't stop."The rear view mirror showed my start eyes like they were in a trance, I knew my whole dead body was tense, waiting for another thrust and another and I was hearing words like the boy ‘ s :"Don't stop consonant. Please don't, don't full point. Just there just there, Ohh, ohh."Words wouldn't come ; licking my brim, trying to breath, tasting the salt air, the boy petting my thighs, holding the dog at me, bringing me off again, bringing all four of us off.

As we were driving back there was no conversation and I tried to tidy up and smooth my dress, hoping Mum hadn't come household early. I needed a bath ; I was still in a fret, needed to houseclean up and cool down. She wouldn't believe I had run home a second 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 side by side ride home."Bye !"and the two of them drove off, me finally at domicile, 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 clothes in psyche and it would be easier to lift up for things.



Not just my toes got attention !

I loved to get ready for Sat Night and as a Loretta Young missy showing off my"wares"at the topical anaesthetic dancing which meant for me a lot of primping with my hair, my fingernails nicely painted with my toes to pair and I spent most of the day getting fix for the Night : laying out my clothes, what I would weary ( and not get into ! I was a sexy thing and didn't wear a complete kit if you get my steer ). My number : a thorough bathing tub and after that, my eubstance all radiant, a pedicure.

Mum and Sister were out for their own Sat routines and I was alone in the home to pamper and dress myself. I had a date that Night for the dance ; a cute guy who liked to dance and sense me up, hands all over me, under me and in between, during and after the dance, gobs of kissing and cuddling and thinking about Saturday Night got me going in style even during the day.

Our house was quiet with everyone else gone and after my bath I was toweled and squatting on a low faeces painting my fingers and now my toes. Everything had to pit : fingers, toes, hair ribbon setting off my dress. My groundwork in a pan of warm H2O, knees up and sitting on the stool, my little barker nearby, tongue out as usual, walking to my pan of water, sniffing around, looking up as I patted his top dog and began to trim my toenails, barker licking my finger's breadth and sniffing my toes when I took a infantry from the warm water supply, I patted his head and stroked his flabby ears.

So photo this : a pretty girl, like me, only covered with a towel ( covered ? Not totally covered, I mean it was just a towel. ) but I was alone in our kitchen, knees up, towel slipping to my waist, my privates, radiant from the bath, and there for the world to see but I was alone and private, pretty much alone, legs apart to just reach my feet, my toes closed together, the lip of my puss closed but my crotch open so I could get at my metrical unit, doggie quick for head-patting, paw licking, me cerebration of my appointment at the dancing that nighttime, totally strip from my bath, but thinking of what particular date and I would be doing and feeling in dreary corners of the dance foyer and afterward when he would play with me and I would"terpsichore"my organic structure on his hand, how his fingers would surely get me hot and make water me cum as he fingered my kooz, that he would whisper in my ear and kiss my mouth and say me how pretty I am and how he loved my defenseless cunt ; that he was happy I wasn't"fully"dressed for our fun.

And doggie sensing something in me, scenting something, as I was dreaming of the dance and all and gave no thought to his soft doggie head, his licking doggie natural language on my manus and then my toes but then he went between my knees and his cold nozzle brought me back to the kitchen and my pedicure. I pushed him away :"Naughty boy. Your nozzle is low temperature !"and he looked up at me singular, seeming to smile and licking his mouth.

Then I was back to my ft and the common cold nose again that shocked me but doggie had my scent and wanted Sir Thomas More, his intrude slipping all along my kooz from bottom up to top and I gasped when he slid up to the top and that cold olfactory organ on my posterior sent a frisson like it was my date was at me, but now it was during the day, an betimes excitement before the dance that night and I pushed his nose away.

There wasn't anything wrong about an innocent dog or me and my pedicure but that cold nose was unexpected and shocking and brought cerebration of Saturday Nox to the here and now and I wasn't ready yet I thought. It was this strange thing in my brain and I was alone, it was quiet, my Mum and sisters wouldn't be back anytime soon ; doggy looked hurt when I pushed him off, his eyes looked sad and would I let him"nose me"again ?

I wasn't easy. I was a expert girl but his cold nozzle was exciting my privates and it was our very private matter ; who would live ; the kitchen was restrained except my auricle were ringing ; then doggie's wet cold nose was back on my slit spreading my mouth apart with another shocking slide. My legs opened more as legs will and that cold nose from bottom to top, sliding up my wet slit, hitting my button, sending a jolt and I put my hand on his top dog, this fourth dimension petting his nose, his thrilling nose and then that tongue, up the paries of my slit again,"sound bow-wow,"this clock time, getting me wet, his tongue had my taste and he was at it.

It was too belated for me to barricade ; I wanted this now ; I was yesteryear thinking, it was too gamy, too good and turn on and forbidden all together, tongue and seat now in mastery. I was dancing in my intellect feeling goodness things. My towel slipped off and I was smoothing my knee and down my legs, spreading my brim for my excited doggie and his uneasy tongue, making me expend, licking up my spend and I was petting his ears, lifting his mouth on me. His clapper 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 escort had ever done at any dance or in any black box, my toes curling up, and here in the middle of my calm kitchen I could get wind my date rustle as I came and came, this time not on his finger's breadth, as he was holding my face. This prison term coming on a vernal pooch's tongue and I was holding doggie ‘ s face, hoping he wouldn't plosive, not now in the eye of my pedicure. I was feeling very naughty and very hot being licked until he was finished with me and walked away to his water pipe bowl, both of us panting. I looked down at my invertebrate foot, easing them down in the water and finally cooling down from my thrill pedicure. Saturday night had come early. I knew I was hangdog of this but had the right to remain silent even with the ringing still loud in my capitulum and making me smile, licking my lips.

A Vow Broken…or Was it ?

It wouldn't happen these days but when my boyfriend and I started dating there were different linguistic rule : condoms were hard to discover, virginity was important, occasional sex was for ‘ other'people, etc., etc. So it is no surprisal that when Brett and I started getting serious we made consecrated promises to each other including :"no sex before man and wife"though we loved each other. And, you know, being near kids we stuck to it. I mean, after we began dating he kissed me on our third day of the month ( another old rule ) and then we graduated to other tings, like tits…fifth date…and I had to be persuaded at that…the rest was downhill…or uphill depending on how we looked at it..and from then on it wasn't long before he was in my pants…I did a little impedance act at starting time, to tease him…it felt so skillful to have his hand on me there, his fingerbreadth 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 prick I had seen, or stroked or kissed…I learned all about cocks and how to twinge, kiss, caress, make it wet…then he got me to work him. He showed me all about my trunk but we still kept our promised to wait until"later'to go ‘ all the way.'Brett ad I were sticking to our mutual vow…barely. I was do-or-die for what the real affair would be like but we had agreed to wait. We had taken the Vow !

One night we were at a party at a protagonist's mansion and we girl got to talking…the boys on another side of the room…I told them about my vow with Brett and it got discussed and some of the fille tittered at that and said we'd really already had sex…just not penetration. Of course, his stiff pecker had penetrated my sassing and his digit had penetrated my wet snatch and …I loved it when we did that…but no tool 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 balance. 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 constituent. I confess I had urges beyond what we did…I didn't William Tell Brett of my frustrations 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 weeks after the political party, Bret and I went on a double engagement and repulse to the beach. We had a mates six packs…we weren't terminated prudes…and sat on the moxie 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 fingerbreadth setting me on flak and my girlfriend 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 with child ?"With all the necking, breathing and fingering I didn't bill when my girlfriend and her particular date got up and stood over us…just shadows… My girlfriend said :"We're going to suffer an interference for you two lovebirds,"and then her swain announced :"Right here…right now !"I didn't know what to recall 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 young man responded :"Oh yes we are…Enough of this slaphappy 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 horseshit !"

It was two early guys who were at the company a few weeks before…I was shocked and a little scared. What would take place ? They had planned all this. Did Brett hump, too ? My mind was a mess…my body hot…but my intellect a mess.

"We're taking boot here, you two imbecile. Brett's fille 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 tail. And the waves were pounding…the sand in my toes. There was moonshine and cloud and the pounding of the waving and my drumhead was throbbing."There's a time for piece of tail,"he said…"that time is now !"

I started to stand but hands pushed me back down on the blanket…holding me there…and…"we saw what you were doing with your boyfriend…you were all over each other…it's 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 help but Brett was silent. What an asshole ! I think he liked the solid scene…I thought he might even have planned it…"This wasn't my idea, honest,"he said. He was still a suspect ! And now there were hands, stacks of hands, holding my wrists above my head and grabbing my legs at the ankles, holding them apart, my dress at my waist, my privates only protected by my wet panties…I was prone and twisted away…they pulled me back."assistant !"I said. The waves pounded against the sound of my representative."You can't do this ! stoppage !"

Brett was outnumbered and helpless at this point. I didn't know what to do…screaming was a waste product on that marooned beach. The waves were loud in my ears…the sky overcast…I couldn't see any sensation. No moon and I was being held by warm guys…my girl was no help…she whispered to me :"No one's going to hurt you,"she said with a soft, reassuring tint. Her custody were on me ; she pulled up my dress…took down my panties. I was now open to the reality. I was scared…but I knew I wouldn't be hurt…at the speculative I would get fucked…how bad could it be ? But I wasn't going to be easygoing and tried to squirm away."God ! What a trunk,"one guy said.

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

I was in the fast grip of guys who were filled with lust…lust for my body…I was pulsing and frightened at it all but, yes, I was also replete of lecherousness 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 lick that thing,"said yet another and I felt a mouth on my minuscule virgin cunt…I flexed…a hot natural language licking up one side of meat and then up the other…a cold nose moving on my clit…which stiffened to the clapper and I squirmed again but this fourth dimension, spontaneously, it felt so good…I fought the feeling…didn't want my consistency to answer but it did. I dug my bottom into the cover but two hands lifted my fag cheeks…thumbs spreading me. This had to stop. The air was coolheaded, waves were licking the shoreline…the lacing of my pussy was continuing. I tried to impress to one side, then the early, my branch being held, and squeezed my puss but the licking…Oh God…that clapper ! Hands lifting me up…the licking go along. I couldn't help it and then another lick. I had to let myself go now. My body had taken charge.

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

His tongue was slipping in me and along my puss 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 love child ! But what could he do ? I hated him at that moment…he could at least ‘ TRY'to do something…we could run to the…"uh, unh, uh"my body said to me and I tried not to hear it. It came again, with the waves,"Uh, UH, UH, OH"I spasmed. The beach was loud and alive with piss rushing in, rushing out ; my feelings were rushing the same…my nerve hot, blushing. I hoped they couldn't see me. He pushed on my belly, licking harder…in an awesome, beautiful rhythm…he was a bastard…all of them…Brett and all of them.

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

I tried once Thomas More to worm away and I slipped from his grasp on my bitch sassing but only briefly as he encircled my pegleg with his coat of arms, lifting me for serious tonguing…I was captured…no way out…"UH, OH !"but I was not getting away from him this sentence. I was in lust…beginning to relax, wanting this violation…and lifted now, arching overt for his tongue and my other captor sensing my lust, released my wrist joint. My girlfriends whispered words coming to me again :"No one's going to hurt you."To be dependable it didn't hurt so far…NO ! it didn't hurt at all. I was starting to ache for more.

My hands went to the pass of this licking bastard at my waist and I rode that face…writhing on his sassing as moving ridge were pulsing inside me now. Suddenly he stopped."She's ready hombre !"he said…"My knife's tired ! Jesus !"I started to slow down a little, my wet pussy subject to the nighttime but my ankles were still held…my hands covered my privates and for the low time I realized how wet I was…I had never been that wet…I was embarrassed and looked into the sour apparition of these guys and my girlfriend…but I hadn't cum yet…it had felt practiced but my body needed finishing…my body was thirsting for the finale but was cooling down rapidly. I said nada but I was silently begging for more….my slit 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 tantrum, the hombre and my girlfriend…I could see her smiling in the shadows. 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 pick out a bend at her…she's ready…so let's go."Brett looked at me, at my eyes, I looked back…my legs being held and ranch open…my pussy hot and drippage, my mental State confused and hot…and I do think HOT ! We loved each other ; we were going to splice some day…why were we putting it off ? I was confused, doubting, questioning my future tense husband and his resolve…I laid my head back, closed my eyes…It was on-key : I was hot, and set and aching…

"shuffling up your thinker, 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 caput :"No !"I said, but just mumbling. I could see he was weakening. He was so handsome, a tent in his shortstop, I wanted him so much…"What can I do honey ?"he said."It's either them or me. You love me, don't you ?"I froze. No motion. We had promised each other, several times and here we were…them or him…I just closed my eye again."I don't want to,"Brett said from the fantasm."I don't want you to do anything. I love her. Just leave us alone."

consequence passed…I get a line a zipper…zippers ? …and then felt someone getting between my legs…I stared up at the dark sky…my hands over my crotch, handwriting taking my wrists away from my hot body, exposing me again, pushing them back over my head. I felt movement between my branch and a stiff cock thrusting at me, I looked up at Brett, standing there, looking down….then someone held my wrists, firmly, I was heart-to-heart and ready…more thrusting at my slit then spreading my pussy lips…the shadowy form knelt close…"It's him or me,"said the guy between my legs…"One in conclusion chance…make your option, 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 Wave pounding…my heading throb.

The waves were loud. I hoped he heard the desperation in my voice. I waited. I was benumbed and closed my eye again. I didn't have to wait long as I felt a tool Menachem Begin teasing my pussy lips but then it moved away ... my helping hand still held away from my privates…I felt dizzy, confused. I wanted pricking. I waited. I was so incredibly hot, uncoerced, vulnerable…not scared…wanting…there was more movement on the blanket and then :

A prick was pressing at me, teasing again, massaging my draw backtalk. I kept my optic shut, listening to the waves, the dick was playing at me, over and over, and I was thirsty for it and flexed…I wanted to feel what a really prick was like inside me…not just one of my dildos I enjoyed.

I had never told Brett I had cheated on him with dildos…we had a vow…dildos didn't violate the vow did they ? Right then I wanted hot flesh, without my hands guiding it…a stopcock fucking me, taking restraint. It was what I had dreamed of on so many Nox after heavy kissing with Brett. I couldn't secernate him about it…now it had all come to me there in the night on the blanket at the beach. I wanted the tangible thing fucking me. I listened to the pound moving ridge and wanting my own pounding…that prick was entering me now and I lifted to meet it.

I was a captive to my body, judgement and captors…whoever it was inside me was taking it slow…milking. But wait ! This wasn't my familiar ‘ madam'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 guy cable released my wrists, sensing now my willingness…it was hurting me and I reached for it…my helping hand 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 finger's breadth touching on this nasty, grand thing that began stroking inside…each time going deeper…hands lifting my bottom…I wanted all of the pricking and stroking and fucking…feeling it displace in and out of me…"OH !"I exclaimed as he hit into me.

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

Brett was whispering but was he also fucking me ? I wasn't sure. I couldn't tell. I didn't care about it…I was all senseless and I abandoned myself in lecherousness 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 head, washing through my cunt, to all of me. My ankle were released, and I was holding this body, this peachy shaft, bucking with it."OH ! OH !"Then the world went quiet…slowly the howling hammer softened and withdrew.

I didn't want it to leave and I squeezed to hold it but it slipped out. Then there were other stopcock and more kissing and licking…I had turned on all the cat with my passions ... I was light and couldn't resist…I wanted more, I did…my twat ached for more…more and more screwing on the beach, on the cover, in the wickedness, I wanted more cock-milking of my torso and person. My vow had been canceled on the beach that night and my cunt was a willing sinner…I was fucked there on the cover 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 quiet, nighttime, the tide was receding, the waves more distant. I put my 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 nighttime and my luxuria 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 cock but I wasn't an expert.

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

"By Brett ?"I asked. She just smiled. Brett was such a cocksucker but I loved him. Someday I would find out if it was his…the immense initiatory dick I mean. I would remember the sizing of it…I couldn't delay to find out.

The Pub Wall…what a surprise, character I

I was a sweet youth thing, 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 ripe life supporting us…I was too Whitney Young to have got a tyke, 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. Days at menage, no husband, boredom, a job was the thing and my Mom loved caring for the youngster.

I was a good daughter but often horny. I once told the nurse, who asked if I had any job, that I got really wet down there. She just laughed and left me in the examination room to excogitate what was so funny about the interrogative. So niminy-piminy and proper but got wet easily and pregnant and now with a youngster.

I got a job. Wouldn't you ? A little walking around money and something to do…people to meet, like, shall I say, Johnnie. We sold, or rather, rented TV's and computers and things…pay as you go but have them now…for people with little credit…Johnnie would walk me home plate sometimes and flatter me along the way…"Do you know how citizenry look at you ?"No, I didn't, but he would recite me…how my long auburn fuzz was gorgeous…how I made men turn around and look at my haircloth and pegleg and my ass…how I was"hot."And so, working days would spend and the walks home were more fun than work.

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

Oh, I knew Johnnie was just a flattering young feller who meant no harm…I was a matrimonial woman with a young tiddler. But he knew hubby was gone for periods…I guess he knew about hormone and young girls…he could never think how I got so wet at times…how I made that nurse laugh with my question…and the other miss at oeuvre saw him paying attention to me and would severalise me things :"Watch out for Johnnie,"they would titter,"walking you household is just the scratch line of things."I didn't know what the"matter"were…he was nice to me. I would find out about"matter"and"low Pub paries"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 power to the pub…it was early Fall…a warm eventide and the crickets were mad in their celebration…we sat at a tabular array and he brought a dry pint of lager and a glass of white wine for me…it was things about piece of work and the multitude we worked with and the vino was warm up 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 clock time for him…how they argued a lot and then he began to speak about sex and how he got no sex at house and went on about his wife and she didn't like"fucking"and that was a startling Scripture for me. Men didn't lecture about"fucking"when they talked to me…but the word was exciting to me…I felt myself getting wet. It was so very strange that just a man using that Word of God could relieve oneself me wet…my cutis was warm…my whole consistency was warm…Johnnie brought me another field glass of vino to go with his pint and continued on about his married woman and, then that word 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 pegleg sent me more shivers…so I swallowed some wine and felt a little 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"do 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 flatterer, that Johnnie, sitting across from me here in the pub on Friday night in our picayune township and I was feeling it was warm in the room and it was metre to go and walk dwelling and I told him I had plenty wine, that I knew my limit.

What I didn't know was my"limits."I was fold to my hubby and my child and was not going to be unfaithful. I was sure of that. It was very hot in the pub and I waited for Johnnie to finish his 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 evening and surely be a nice morning…those men at the bar…looking…and Johnnie and all his nice Good Book and the"shtup"word lingered in my mind and I was thinking of fucking just now. I went to the ladies to freshen up…my fount was flushed from the wine…my scanty 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 backtalk 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 nighttime to the bar keep…the men at the bar gave us…me…a last smile and wave…and off we popped. It was very shadow exterior and the crickets were in full voice…no moon and secluded.

There was a low rampart along one side of meat of the pub…Johnnie pushed me against it and kissed me full on the lips…his lingua went inside my back talk, exploring my sassing. My tongue pushed back…"How dare he,"I thought as he insinuated it in and around my tongue…I jerked my straits back and he looked me in the eyes, smiling…his arms were around my waistline."You're really pretty tonight…did you see those men looking at you. Jealous of me to be with a hot girl."I heard the authority miss saying :"…walking home with Johnnie is just the start of things…"Johnnie's lip was on me again…I was wet again…as his knife wetted mine and my mouth felt thick…his breathing space 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 scanty I thought…I was very wet again and maybe the missy were right :"…it was just the starting signal of things…"I was a right girl but my consistence was being bad…his breath on my face…my breath on his…my tongue on his…I felt dizzy…the night was cool down but I was hot…he pulled me to him and told me how pretty I was and how he wanted to"fuck"me…there was that word again. I wasn't going to"hump"him and told him"No."But his tongue was whispering to me and his lips were teasing me and I was wet and hot and said"Johnnie…please don't…please…"He lifted me onto the wall…holding my waist with his hands, I pushed on his shoulders but our waistline were aligned…my merchant ship on the wall his waist pressing against me. I looked to be for sure we were alone.

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

I reached under my skirt…he wasn't in me yet…I took hold of his cock which was hot and tricky and I held it and looked at him…he was looking right into me…I was on that wall…"Please Johnnie !"I whispered, pleadingly now…."fuck me !"His cock was not as long as hubby's but it seemed very thickheaded and he pressed against me and I felt the capitulum spread head my lips…he almost offend me but I loved this bit of pain…he slipped inside and my cunt adjusted to this thick celestial pole of a cock…I wanted release. I wanted fucking…even outside on the low pub wall…he held me stiff and pushed…I opened as wide of the mark as I could…"Please"I repeated as he forced his way deep and I felt his waist on my waist…his pilus on mine..finally I was impaled on his thick affair 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 twat, his cock, our breathing, and then I grabbed at his neck and his shank pulling him fuddled as he fucked into me and I fucked him back…I couldn't get enough of that thick hot rooster until I was finished and came and was sang-froid again and he lifted me down off that low pub wall…I had gotten off… and we walked home…his cum oozing down my thighs…I was so glad I could go home to an vacate house, 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 Nox on the pub wall I was afraid to go to work…afraid to face Johnnie in the eyes and with all the other missy on the scepter 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 work, did look Johnnie in the eyes…he smiled and it was like he was petting my bitch ! 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 paries, unzipping, that very thick turncock, spreading me, fucking me and making me come in and come…so I did reckon him in the eyes and smiled back…I know it was wrong…I was a conjoin char with a pocket-sized child and, also, my married man was often gone for a long meter. What is a immature char to do except…well…I did things after they got started…it was all Johnnie's fault, you know, if he hadn't befriended me, walked me house, bought me a drinkable at the pub, put me on the wall…fucked me…Oh God ! Did he ever fuck me skillful and hard and made me shiver and hold him in a death's grip and want him to never leave my body…my pussy was starved for his cock…"screw me Johnnie,"it said…and my pussy wanted it more…it was a blessing to my body…my trunk craved these things…so what was I to do…a exponent had come into my life…its name was Johnnie…thick cock, hot, Johnnie. His wife came to meet him after work ! She made me cringe. How could she not adore and want this man…he said she didn't and I believed him…I imagined her at our Pub and that no man at the bar would even depend at her she was so plain…they looked at me though.

I went base by myself that night and looked at myself in the can mirror…my tomentum and my oral cavity that he had devoured…took off my oeuvre clothes and stood in front of the mirror…for the first off time…admiring myself. hubby never said I was really moderately, but Johnnie did ; Hubby never devoured my back talk 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 gingerroot chaparral and my pep hair and feeling how wet I was at just the idea of his cock in me…I was a good missy but never as unspoilt or fairly as when I was coming on Johnnie's boneheaded cock when it was fucking me…I went to catch some Z's and dreaming again of the low pub wall and"just the get-go of things."I was hoping wife wouldn't plectron him up after work again…it was my twist

And so it was…more mystical smiles…I thought it might happen sooner and dressed for the event. I wore a shortsighted skirt and a pretty blouse that showed me a little to a greater extent than usual and I walked down the street after work, alone…just as Johnnie told me…so there wouldn't be more susurration or giggles…he was around the recession in his short car…I jumped in and off we went…we had bucket hindquarters so I couldn't squeeze against him…"damn"I thought."Let's campaign 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 rear end and it was growing dark but there was a moon this night and I began to see its manifestation on the road and the trees…soon he stopped the car…we were at the sharpness of the sea…I could try the waves against the shoring and the Moon shimmering in the waves…he reached and held my hand…it was so quiet and peaceful…Johnnie and I were in a particular place this night after work…and he kissed me…just kind of a slew on my buttock and then on my lips and then that stupefied tongue inside my mouth, moving around and around and I thought what else he could do with his moving clapper. I had heard of tonguing and all but didn't know what that was…hubby and I were strictly the old forge way and then to sleep…covers over us and both sleeping…but Johnnie…the daughter said :"walking me house was just the start"and so it was that nighttime at the sea…waves, moonshine, clapper and then…

"Move over here,"he said. He pulled me…my torso 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 spicy girl, 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 word my desk who was always giving me the eye…and ducking under his desk to look at my legs…he was a foreign fellow but even he excited vernal and beautiful me…I saw him duck under the desk pretending to pick up something but I knew he was looking at my branch and up my dress if he could…I opened my legs and let him expect at my fanny…I was naughty but you should stimulate seen the spirit on his face ! I loved it…letting him look at my cunt…just the thought had made me hot and wet…and here I was with Johnnie Hot…my pet name for honest old Johnnie…

Johnnie Hot and what was his next trick…it wasn't long for me to find out…he pulled me over to him and the direction wheel but I didn't get all the way over before he stopped me and began to osculate and pet me…telling me how pretty I was and I just poured down. In my intellect I saw his handwriting on my legs and felt them, too, moving along my thighs…"You're so incredible,"he said,"and your pegleg are smooth."He ran along my thigh, back and Forth, and to the core of me…petting my cunt…"Your cunt is piano and wet,"he said…it all excited me…I knew his finger were wet with me…I wanted his cock and reached for him…he was stiff…I unzipped his pants and released his slurred cock…it was moist…"You've made me wet, too,"he said…and I rubbed his pre-cum all over this dick and he lifted to my touch…I was turning him on and he said foul affair to me…"You're a hot cleaning lady. You're so naughty and dirty…and I've got a surprise for you tonight…"There was no pub wall or crickets or other things…and I waited for his surprise…I felt naughty and dirty and sexy and hot and pretty and wanted to know my surprisal. 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 rump and in between, the console and gear shift knob square 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 gear shift…Now I knew what was my surprise…but the knob was just a thing…"Sit down on it,"he said and urged me down and down and my lips were so wet it was slow to include this knob…"Sit down,"he demanded and it was so easy…the node cattle ranch my lips…as had his deep 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 interior and another osculation from Johnnie and he was feeling my breasts…but I was still wanting…wanting that release like on the wall…this knob job wasn't doing it…it was just a kind of gracious 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 locomotive engine and the node came alive, inside me, moving about, vibrating and scaring me…I tried to lift off but Johnnie held me down…his workforce firm on my shoulders…I relaxed a picayune and let him entertain me down and he was kissing me again and his hands were all over my tit and rubbing my thigh and the locomotive was running…but the gear shift knob deep inside, and on which I was sitting, was vibrating on me…He kept kissing and I sat there enjoying his tongue and his hired man on me and the palpitation inside and then…then…there was the surprise…my body was feeling all this…all the vibration was touching me now…it wasn't just touching my cunt but making me palpate all over my cunt rim and my second joint and up and down my thighs…my articulatio genus were weak and Johnnie was whispering soiled things to me and my body was riding this thing inside setting me on ardor and my pinna were full…I heard the moving ridge 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 nous and held it…hoping…hoping for his heat and saying things in his ear…"Oh…Ohhh…I'm…ohh…coming…coming…"He revved the engine and I couldn't stand it any more but couldn't let go and saw stars and moonlight and halo in my ears…finally he turned off the engine…I was still churning, going, coming…trembling and on that thickening which was making me whirr and come and purr some more. He was kissing and licking me…petting me…bringing me down…please bring me down…I was so gone…so wonderfully gone…needing to issue forth down and he just held me and tears were on my fount and I licked my backtalk and felt salty tears…the pommel was gone, it was all quiet…I was gone…somewhere…Johnnie just held me…held me…thank you Johnnie for holding me…letting me go down…what a surprise…

Hawaiian Paradise

Hawaii : my favorite seat but this meter traveling alone as, at the close bit, my girl had an hand brake at work…I was determined…now on the plane from San Francisco to Honolulu…During the flight of stairs there was upheaval and I had sight of John Wayne piloting that old motored slyness in the movie"The high gear and the Mighty,"Phil Harris complaining in the rear end of the plane…the crew evaluating the"compass point of no restoration"and they were passed it now, ignoring the imprecations of the comely stewardess. They could deliver turned back but forged ahead into the unknown.

As the ground crowd 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 mod jet, the fuselage quiver, awakening me…then smoothing and I went back to dozing. It had been a long day. I needed a vacation away from the turmoil of the office and my busybodied boss who was always importuning me…the prettiest fair sex on the staff for :"Dinner ?"or"fondness a drink or two after work ?"or what he was really saying to me after patting my rump :"How about going to my home to see my etchings, have a drink, strip down and fuck."How gross ! Exactly why I needed a vacation.

Our planer landed, we all were on the WikiWiki bus off for our luggage and me to my elbow room at the Moana…a niggling meter 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 campaign to the other side of the island…away from the bunch of Waikiki…to the quiet shoring near the Polynesian Cultural Center where there was piddling culture but stacks of people.

Not far past the plaza was a marvelous hiking path among the fertile apple tree diagram to the Sacred Fall and pond where I planned a peaceful and restful picnic. I had heard of this home from a native of the islands some years past and this was my time to explore and enjoy. I drove past the fiddling Village of Kaawa to a parking lot which was almost empty. I was dressed and equipped for the hike : A support pack with snacks and wine, of course, some wine…and my skimpy outfit…a short dress and tennis shoes. That's all I needed, plus a mantle for a little nap at the falls. I was on my way. No average holidaymaker was I and there were no tourist here…they were all buying the relic 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 Alfred Hawthorne I climbed which then leveled out for a soft climbing slowly to the pin, only a few international nautical mile. It began to rain and then stopped. I had my float suit under my little wearing apparel so I was prepared. Along the way I nodded at other tramper ascending and descending but few in numeral. It was quiet and idyllic and dreamy…one could not want for more nirvana in Hawaii than this secluded hike and the Fall and pond ahead.

I wasn't far on the path when I could hear the lumber water of the falls…my gist began to pound…with the hike and the thrill of nirvana awaiting me ahead. I trudged along."Have you been here before ?"a spokesperson just behind me wonder. I didn't flavour but, a little breathlessly answered :"No, it's my first time up here."

Then :"There is a reasonableness why they call it Sacred Falls,"the voice said. I paused and looked to the source of the voice. It was a handsome Hawaiian man…you know the kind : an apparently chiseled chest and torso, a broad grin with beautiful smile. He was younger than me and I wondered, ‘ is this a seed on ?'I was alerting because of my Bos I suppose and shouldn't have…we were just talking. But chatting led to other things so I was shy and coy and didn't answer.

But he said :"We Hawaiians… [ pronounced HaVaiians ] …find peace of mind and tranquillity at the falls, it is a native affair. The fact of the dusk in this remote place, the sounds of the H2O, their cleansing nature…A religious experience."I smiled and believed I was going to consume a religious experience…IF left alone. And I walked on, ahead of him, up some engulf portions…him behind me and I was envisioning him walking behind, under my butt…looking up my short dress at my butt…which was covered…a little…by my skimpy swim suit…but thinking of him watching my hips, my buttocks moving, undulating, was arousing me. Where was my lady friend for a little protective covering just now ? nursing home attending to her damnably emergency.

Just then I slipped on the wet path…down to where bridge player were holding me…on my bottom but preventing a fall…those hands 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, secure and dumb native. His blazon were strong and muscled. I was such a tiny, sylphlike thing. He could easily consume caught me no affair how far I might have fallen."You're very pretty,"he said. I just smiled and continued up the path. When he caught me my suit had slipped up in my privates. 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 well-favored native with the strong arms.

I mean, I'm attractive and attracted and he must also induce been attracted to attractive me. It was natural and we were in Paradise. I just let it be and cover my hike. Let him look and admire my shape and my flesh and my almost naked bottom. Then, tinker's dam, I slipped again on the path and fell once again into his arms…my bare skin on his brown flesh which was terribly tender on me. But this time I had seriously slipped and was totally in his arms, against his chest."I'm so no-count,"I said. He just smiled…our soundbox against each other's…warm, enfolding, clutching…ever so briefly and yet…it was on my idea 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 get, my font flush and didn't quite know why but I was blushing. It wasn't more than a one-quarter Admiralty mile and we were at the infantry of the drop, orchard apple tree Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree abounding, I put down my cover and sat to overhear my breath, putting aside my knapsack.

He was standing near."Are you going into the pool,"he asked."In a min,"I said. He disrobed and now was in a hide tight suit."A bronze god,"I thought looking at him now and surely he was or could have been that. Indeed. I glanced at his legs, thighs, his hips, breast, arms…the excrescence in his suit…I caught my breathing time again ! Then he dived into the consortium and swam to the foot of the capitulation letting amniotic fluid cleanse him…he swam back to where I was…"The water is so refresh,"he said, reaching his hand to me…"Come on in…its cool and nice."I hesitated and then let him submit my hand. He pulled on me gently and I was in the water. My lithe body loss by his…our human body touching slightly as I dived in. He was right. The piss was cool and fantastic. We swam together to the capitulation and splashed underneath.

Then I swam back to my mantle. He lifted me up. Those strong hands on my waist lifting me easily to where my cover and lunch were. I climbed up…showing him my buttocks 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 mantle."That was nice,"I said. He smiled.

"My name is Carol."“ Walker Percy, Percy Kinimaka."“ Thank you Percy."And then…since we knew each early now :"Would you like some of my lunch ?"“ Do you have enough ?"he asked…"We'll find out…come and sit with me,"and he did. We must take in looked like a survey in a still life : clean skinned Haole girl/dark skinned bronze indigene man. Surely an creative person would take us.

There were a few others at the surrender, two fry and their family unit 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. stunned me ! I had forgotten to bring a Cork screw…how to afford the wine without a screw ? There was that news in my psyche here with a god at the falls…but I was"screwless."I looked at him in dismay."pass me the bottle,"he said and laughed."I know what to do. Say a petition and close your optic,"he laughed again. And I did so. A moment later he took my hand and gave me the bottle, now spread out."How did you do that ?"I exclaimed…"illusion ! Don't you believe in Magic ?"I laughed."But how ? …"

"I used my quarter round,"he said."That is a very powerful thumb,"I remarked and we both laughed and drank from the feeding bottle. Then cheese, wampum, our piffling make-do sandwich and More drunkenness from the bottle…the splattering of the weewee from the downslope, the sky in the afternoon beginning to turn pink…I looked around…the nipper and their household were gone…the two of us were very a lot alone…I looked at Sir Henry Percy."This is why I come here at this time. For peace."Peace, I thought, alone with a sort of peace… or if I was a piece…if only there was a Book of verse line with Old Khayyam…but a loaf of simoleons, a flask of wine here in the wilderness, with Percy…we shared the bottle…warming me in Paradise. The wine-coloured was almost gone.

"Can I tell you Carol ?"I looked at Percy."I often come here but this is enchanting being alone here with you."That word in my heading"‘ enchanted'…or ‘ enchanting.'I closed my eyes…truly…enchanting and a song came to me….Then Walker Percy said :"I have a confession,"I looked at him questioning,"I come here so often in the afternoon, I have a memory cache just for an occasion like this."The sky was growing pink. Percy stood and dived in the water. I watched his strong peg and house tail under his suit as he dived into the syndicate and disappeared under the falls. He was gone now to his ‘ cache'emerging in moments…a feeding bottle of wine lifted above his consistency, a gorgeous smile, swimming to me and beside me now…using his thumb to open it, pushing the phellem inside…"Surprise !"he exclaimed and we were both laughing. I hugged him…"Just for moment like this ?"And shared the new bottle. Hugging again.

His soundbox was wet and slick and I rubbed his back…His script were on mine, smoothing down my sticker and I began to prickle. That Holy Scripture :'enchanted.'I swallowed from his bottle, mine now empty…I kept him in a hug, his workforce massaging my backbone and down my back.

I heard the words of Academy Award Hammerstein II, and the singing of Mary Martin or Mitzi Gaynor…they looked into the eyes of Ezio Pinza or Rossano Brazzi…And it was me carol at the Sacred fall looking into the centre of him, Percy…smiling…Some Enchanted Evening….I will meet a stranger…thrills went down my back…his hands were down my back…my hands rubbing his book binding and down…"Who can excuse it ? Who can tell you why ?"Those beautiful Book of the song…and our hands on each early : who can explain it ? Not the dustup but the notion, just now, in the Wilderness, in Paradise…the sacred falls…his handwriting 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 pass 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 short and he peeled them off, he pushed my derriere down…we were two hot naked fan, our flesh meeting…he was loaded and hot on me…I reached down…he pulled us into the pocket billiards, beneath the water, our eubstance joining and up…kissing now…our tongues…our bodies..he lifted me to the shoring and on my mantle. He was at the waters edge. I heard the pounding of the dusk and he brought me to him…my legs around his face. I looked down and he smiled. He pulled me secretive to his smile, lifting my bottom on to his lip. The powerful thumb…now gentling me…so"ahhh"gentle on my cunt brim, massaging. I closed my eye. This enchanted evening.

My trunk was his…we were wet…I was wet…not from the H2O and his tongue anointed my wet body…insinuating him into me…I lifted and spasmed to his ablutions and that magical thumb…my manus were on his head…feeling his ears…and the motion of his tongue, bringing me to an edge.

I could finger him coming out of the pool now hovering over my body. He kissed me…both of us kissing…his stiff shaft at me, touching me, searching for its home…I reached down to emplacement him…he said"No… let little Percy find you all by himself."Little Percy, indeed…I had felt the'little"guy ! I didn't want to waitress but take out my clutch on his huge cadaver cock…I felt him searching for my aching body…I was so ready for this…needed this…needed to release.

Then I felt his rooster at me…spreading my lips…slowly…he was such a specimen…this beautiful man and ‘ little ‘ mild, vast, strong Percy…I lifted for him…meeting him…wanting this…on my glamour evening with a stranger a beautiful stranger…"Oh !"I didn't have to wait any longer…he was inside and inscrutable and urgent and again…I lifted again to read all of him into my body,"Milk River me Man !"Please have it away me late 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 declension pounding in my ear as ‘ little Percy ‘ was pounding my cunt…then quieting me, smoothing me down with conciliate candy kiss. I hugged him tight not wanting him to impart me but feeling him go piano, slipping out and we laid, side of meat by side.

He poured a little wine between my lips, bringing me to life and kissed me…it was so sweet…My Enchanted Evening…when I met a stranger…in Paradise…smoothing my torso and a last-place feel on me where I was still hot…

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