Being more intimate account by other peeress who enjoyed orgasms in different times and unsuspected places.

Rear purview Mirror, Part I by phyllisroger

I used to walk home from my after-school job…a couple international mile or more…and in those days…of having my first job…I was enjoying my sexuality…my breasts were copious and boys made me pay attention to myself with their flavour and stares before I knew all about'things.'But by this time, I was a lilliputian older and liked to show myself off to male child and my teachers…it made me sense authoritative besides just being a good girl with good grades.

It was still a very common soldier thing : show and show off but…well, it was then I began to go to school without panties and it made me feel brave though it was from some of the other girls that I first heard about not wearing them. Little did the boys know when they admired me, there was only the fabric of my schoolhouse dress separating their looks from something truly extra that would have opened their eyes panoptic and prepare them lick their lips. Just walking around that way aroused me young body.

But after study, in my aphrodisiac pantyless state, I would take the air home and think of school and my job and, in exceptional, the older boy who also worked there. He had a small car and one day drove up alongside as I was walking home and asked to give me a ride…I said"indisputable !"and popped in the nominal head seat…But I almost sat on his dog and jumped out the door…he said :"Get in back,"and moved the tail for me as I jumped back in and sat in the footling startle seat with my legs partly up and my frock 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 ilk citizenry and won't sharpness. Just pet him behind the ears,"he said and I did. doggy licked my face as I rubbed his ears and he clamber his leg around, pushing my dress down and exposing my branch. I pushed it back up but the bow-wow was enjoying his ears being rubbed, was very charge and his paws fumbled all over me, messing my dress and even stepping on my crotch !

I looked in my friend's rear view mirror and he was watching me play with his dog. I saw his eyes staring at me and I smiled back as the dog was getting really friendly with me but I pushed him down on the ass. There was picayune way in the seat and he was finally sitting between my legs and panting…his doggie clapper going back and forth, slobbering on my dress so I pushed him down and away. Wrong thing to do !

I pushed him down between my stage and he licked my leg on one side and then the former and I was still rubbing his auricle as I was told. I looked in the rear end horizon mirror. My friend's eyes were glued to the view in his back rump and I realized why. My dress was pushed to my waist and he could see my openness underneath. I thought he would wait away and turn over me privacy but he didn't. He said :"Go ahead !"I didn't know what he meant but the doggie was still licking up my ramification and it felt unspoiled. I wanted more doggie licks and he was full of licks : the side of this leg, then that, and my admirer staring. It was suddenly very quiet in the trivial car or was it that my ears were ringing ? I felt hot there in the hind seat with doggie, a licking tongue and those eyes in the rump panorama mirror…watching.

He moved the mirror to a slant and I could see myself now and my privates and then the doggie at workplace and it was all very erotic to me just then. I laid my drumhead back to watch my breath. Wrong thing to do again ! Because then the doggie licked right on my pussy. This one big lap of his tongue was startling and then another lick…my dead body jolted."Let him figure out you…no one will screw,"my friend said as he kept looking at my desolation.

The car seemed to be moving very slowly and I petted the dog's ears some more and reached down to propagate my puss lips for him…it was naughty…but I was aroused and wanted more lacing and he was doing just that. When I watched my acquaintance's eyes and his smile it made me even hotter like I was not only cuming for the pooch but also with him at the like time and I opened my leg wider to show him everything I had. I was slender, with sizable breasts and my bitch was getting gingerroot fuzz and I felt gallant and hot showing myself to him as the dog kept at me. It was all unwritten and dirty and my ears were full.

Then I felt a shudder at my waist and my legs got shaky as the dog licked me all over and between my sass and on my button, which made me shake. pooch churned me and licked and licked. My head was laid back, my eye were unsympathetic and I peeked to see my friend gripping the wheel. He was breathing deeply too at the scene. I was unretentive of breathing spell and gasping for air as the dog had his way with me. I was spending on his tongue…he was getting frenzied with my taste. I hoped we'd never get menage !"Ohhh ! Ohh ! Mmmm"I was murmuring as the heat at my waist traveled along my consistence, my mamilla hard. Then the doggie slowed and finished and I was still dripping on the piffling fanny and pushed him away. I couldn't take any more. That dog had made me cum operose on that naughty knife and all in plain view. I was still breathing hard as the car stopped. I was home. I straightened my dress.

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

prat eyeshot Mirror, contribution II

I got out of his car, petted the beautiful dog on his head and ears, very mild cuddly ears, and he licked my hand ;"dog slobber"on my deal,"Yuk !"but when I walked into my house my crotch was still wet and dripping with his other"dribble"which made me shake and crib yesteryear Mum to my room and get the nearest tissues to clean up. I sat on the bed, cleaning and touch and laid back ; my legs bare and sang-froid and played with myself, still wetting up and came again quickly."dearest, get along down and help with me with the potatoes !"It was Mum and she broke the spell, putting on my panty so I wouldn't drip, cleaning again and down to help with dinner party."Your face is red,"Mum said,"did you run domicile from work ? You seem out of breath."I just nodded and began peeling and dreaming of the following day's ride, and you know the ride I mean.

But then there was schooling, which went very slow, and off to go but the boy wasn't there so body of work was a veridical pain sensation and it wasn't until several sidereal 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 heart skipped a beatnik and the clock moved tardily. It was pay day and I got my package :"Mum won't be back for a couple more hours,"I said as I got in the car."Sit in back,"he said, Let's go down to the beach then and I'll still get you home on time."And off we went, me in the back tooshie again, he was already checking me out in his rear view mirror and if some girls take awhile to get in the temper 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 hair, the olfactory sensation of the ocean and my fountainhead was resting, my ears pounding when he stopped the car and I sat up, alert. We weren't at the beach yet and,"My admirer needed a ride, too, and here he is."In the temper and now out of the mode just as promptly as that his friend got in the front and we all said"Hi"and off we went. Now I pushed the dog away from me and held his collar making him sit beside and away from me ; he was just as unconnected as was I at these maturation. verbalise 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 cliff but where I could hear the Wave and the mewlling fall guy with their piercing cries.

"I brought some snacks and matter,"my work booster said,"let's just relax here. It's very pretty. You're very pretty. come on, just relax, my friend knows all about things."I couldn't believe my auricle at that remark but what was I to do. I was in the gage seat of a two door car. I had nowhere to go and had all variety of anticipation but now, none at all.

We all shared some kickshaw and a drink and the dog was squirming and trying to get out of my grip."He's anxious,"he said,"just let him loose and see what he does. We all want to keep an eye on him."So there I was, my trunk ready, my mind not so very much and he was licking my calfskin and my knee and above my knee and two boys in the front seat, one looking through the mirror and the other adjusting in his stern looking right at me. He smiled and I grimaced. I wasn't ready for a second boy even if HE was ready for a show but the dog was certainly ready and randy and this clock time he was humping my leg, licking my side, then trying to wind me and I was being watched by four eyes in the front rear and I was breathing hard now, cheeks red, ears ringing, gulls crying and my body crying for that dog no topic where I was and suddenly I didn't care who was watching.

It was a hot tantrum. Then it wasn't just the dog pecker that was out but two more stiff cock were out and everyone was petting everyone it seemed…the new boy climbed in the back prat and kissed me, putting my hand on him. His cock was slippery ; I was slippery and he pulled up my clothes, I was past it now and didn't care, I surprised myself and was stroking cock, opening my cunt for the dog with my other hand, and dog was at me with his pillock, marvelous, wet, recollective tongue all over me there and everything was dreamy in my head and body, my wooden leg were tingly and alert, like the boy's cadaver cock,"Don't stop,"he said,"Ohh, just like that, don't, don't stop,"and he lifted his keister 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 helping hand and slumped in the seat, so it was my good turn now to talk to my dog and his glossa was up me and out and around and inside again, I opened my oculus and there was our driver wanking himself and spending on the steering cycle, the dog was licking my nectar and humping his dick toward me as I kept pushing him off…but I scooted down for Sir Thomas More tongue and there were hired hand on my stage, then a helping hand on the dog's putz guiding it to me, hitting at my cunt lips, wetting me more but he was one mad canid at this point poking at a very frantic daughter's body. I said"No !"and then"No !"again but things were out of control.

The dog was hurting my bottom when he missed and missed again, that sharp pointy thing missing the Deutsche Mark, stabbing away."Scoot down more ; lift up a piffling ; don't tantalization an animal."“ No ! Don't,"I said but lifted up more, scooting down. My pinna were full and I scooted down ; this time he didn't miss and I felt this quiet tool stab again but stab sliding inside and I had set the dog on fervor, pounding me inside, again and again. I was on fire, my bitch hot and ready, lifting and writhing on this stabbing thing ; we were joined and"No, don't"had become"No, don't stop."The parent prospect mirror showed my start middle like they were in a enchantment, I knew my entirely body was tense up, waiting for another poke and another and I was hearing words like the boy ‘ s :"Don't stop. 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 thighs, holding the dog at me, bringing me off again, bringing all four of us off.

As we were driving back there was no conversation and I tried to straighten and smooth my dress, hoping Mum hadn't come domicile early. I needed a bathtub ; I was still in a sweat, needed to make clean up and cool off 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 mentation, wondering, about the next drive place."Bye !"and the two of them drove off, me finally at home, still breathless, wet and astonished. They didn't believe me. Why would they ? I didn't believe myself. I had my pay bundle and had a new shorter apparel in mind and it would be easier to lift up for things.



Not just my toes got attention !

I loved to get ready for Saturday dark and as a offspring girlfriend showing off my"wares"at the topical anaesthetic dance which meant for me a lot of primping with my pilus, my fingernails nicely painted with my toes to match and I spent most of the day getting ready for the night : egg laying out my clothes, what I would tire out ( and not put on ! I was a sexy thing and didn't wear a complete outfit if you get my mite ). My routine : a thorough bath and after that, my body all radiant, a pedicure.

Mum and sisters were out for their own Sabbatum procedure and I was alone in the house 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, lots of kissing and cuddling and thinking about Saturday dark 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 ordure painting my finger's breadth and now my toes. Everything had to match : fingers, toes, whisker medal setting off my dress. My ft in a pan of warm water supply, knees up and sitting on the stool, my little doggie nearby, tongue out as usual, walking to my pan of water, sniffing around, looking up as I patted his oral sex and began to trim my toenails, barker licking my fingerbreadth and sniffing my toes when I took a understructure from the lovesome urine, I patted his head and stroked his balmy ears.

So video 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 crotch, radiant from the bath, and there for the world to see but I was alone and private, pretty much alone, legs apart to better reach my base, my toes closed together, the lips of my slit closed but my genitals open so I could get at my foot, doggie ready for head-patting, hand trouncing, me thinking of my date at the dance that Nox, totally clean from my bath, but thinking of what particular date and I would be doing and feeling in dark recession of the dance Charles Martin Hall and afterward when he would play with me and I would"terpsichore"my body on his hired hand, how his fingers would surely get me hot and throw me cum as he fingered my kooz, that he would whisper in my ear and osculate my oral fissure and narrate me how pretty I am and how he loved my naked puss ; that he was gladiola I wasn't"fully"dressed for our fun.

And doggie sensing something in me, scenting something, as I was dreaming of the saltation and all and gave no thought to his voiced doggie nous, his licking doggie lingua on my hand and then my toes but then he went between my knee and his cold nose brought me back to the kitchen and my pedicure. I pushed him away :"Naughty boy. Your nozzle is cold !"and he looked up at me peculiar, seeming to smile and licking his mouth.

Then I was back to my feet and the cold nozzle again that shocked me but doggie had my scent and wanted more, his nose slipping all along my kooz from underside up to top and I gasped when he slid up to the top and that cold nose on my fanny sent a tingle like it was my date was at me, but now it was during the day, an ahead of time fervor before the dance that nighttime and I pushed his nuzzle 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 thoughts of Sabbatum night to the here and now and I wasn't quick yet I thought. It was this foreign thing in my mind and I was alone, it was quiet, my Mum and babe wouldn't be back anytime soon ; pooch looked injury 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 young lady but his frigidity nose was exciting my privates and it was our very private thing ; who would jazz ; the kitchen was quiet except my ear were ringing ; then doggie's wet cold nose was back on my slit spreading my lips apart with another shocking slide. My pegleg opened more as leg will and that cold nose from bottom to top, sliding up my wet slit, hitting my clit, sending a jolt and I put my deal on his head word, this prison term petting his nozzle, his thrilling nose and then that tongue, up the walls of my slit again,"trade good doggie,"this time, getting me wet, his tongue had my taste sensation and he was at it.

It was too late for me to stop ; I wanted this now ; I was past thinking, it was too naughty, too good and exciting and proscribe all together, tongue and fanny now in ascendency. I was dancing in my head feeling trade good thing. My towel slipped off and I was smoothing my knees and down my leg, spreading my lips for my excited doggie and his dying lingua, making me spend, 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 nozzle and hot spit were bringing me off like no date had ever done at any dance or in any dark corner, my toes curling up, and here in the middle of my quiet kitchen I could find out my date rustle as I came and came, this clip not on his fingers, as he was holding my face. This prison term coming on a offspring pooch's tongue and I was holding doggie ‘ s nerve, hoping he wouldn't stopover, not now in the middle of my pedicure. I was feeling very naughty and very hot being licked until he was finished with me and walked away to his water bowl, both of us panting. I looked down at my feet, easing them down in the piss and finally cooling down from my thrilling pedicure. Saturday night had come early. I knew I was guilty of this but had the right hand to remain silent even with the ringing still loud in my ears and making me smiling, licking my lips.

A Vow Broken…or Was it ?

It wouldn't happen these days but when my swain and I started dating there were different convention : condom were hard to obtain, virginity was of import, passing sex was for ‘ other'the great unwashed, etc., etc. So it is no surprisal that when Brett and I started getting serious we made sacred promises to each former including :"no sex before marriage"though we loved each other. And, you know, being honorable kids we stuck to it. I mean, after we began dating he kissed me on our third date ( another old regulation ) and then we graduated to other tings, like tits…fifth date…and I had to be persuaded at that…the rest was downhill…or acclivitous depending on how we looked at it..and from then on it wasn't long before he was in my pants…I did a short resistor act at inaugural, to card him…it felt so good to have his deal on me there, his fingers getting slippery from me…and then I was unzipping him…heavy cuddling during and after a show at the drive-in…It was the number 1 raise cock I had seen, or stroked or kissed…I learned all about cocks and how to squeeze, osculate, caress, name it wet…then he got me to bat him. He showed me all about my soundbox 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 thing would be like but we had agreed to hold back. We had taken the Vow !

One night we were at a party at a acquaintance's business firm and we girls got to talking…the boys on another side of the room…I told them about my vow with Brett and it got discussed and some of the girls tittered at that and said we'd really already had sex…just not penetration. Of course, his stiff cock had penetrated my sassing 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 incursion word…we were abstaining from that one, penultimate, thing…indulging in the rest. Later I told Brett about our conversation and we both agreed to continue with our vows…meaning : no penetration…most but not all of our emotions were satisfied without that part. I confess I had itch beyond what we did…I didn't tell Brett of my frustration 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 calendar week after the party, Bret and I went on a two-bagger particular date and take to the beach. We had a duet six packs…we weren't complete prudes…and sat on the sand on blankets my lady friend brought and we were soon drinking, laughing, kissing, feeling and all…Brett was under my clothes, inside my panties as usual, his fingerbreadth setting me on fervidness and my lady friend getting played with by her boyfriend near me and she was also breathing hard. I looked over at her and she at me…we smiled."Isn't the beach heavy ?"With all the smooching, breathing and fingering I didn't notice when my girl and her date got up and stood over us…just shadows… My girlfriend said :"We're going to have an intercession for you two grass parakeet,"and then her young man announced :"Right here…right now !"I didn't know what to think or say…

My wooden leg shaft together ; I pushed my wearing apparel 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 zany 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 articulation :"Yeh…you guys…this vow hooey is Irish bull !"

It was two other guy rope who were at the party a few weeks before…I was shocked and a little scared. What would happen ? They had planned all this. Did Brett jazz, too ? My mind was a mess…my body hot…but my intellect a mess.

"We're taking charge here, you two idiots. Brett's young woman is one hot wench and I've wanted to fuck her myself,"the vocalization in the wickedness said. I tried to see his cheek but everything was shadow. And the waves were pounding…the sand in my toes. There was Moon and swarm and the pounding of the undulation and my head was throbbing."There's a fourth dimension for fucking,"he said…"that time is now !"

I started to stand but hands pushed me back down on the blanket…holding me there…and…"we saw what you were doing with your boyfriend…you were all over each other…it's clip 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 supporter but Brett was still. What an son of a bitch ! I think he liked the hale 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, lashings of hands, holding my wrists above my top dog and grabbing my ramification 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."Help !"I said. The wave pounded against the sound of my interpreter."You can't do this ! blockage !"

Brett was outnumbered and helpless at this breaker point. I didn't know what to do…screaming was a dissipation on that isolated beach. The waves were loud in my ears…the sky overcast…I couldn't see any stars. No moon and I was being held by strong guys…my girlfriend was no help…she whispered to me :"No one's going to hurt you,"she said with a lenient, reassuring step. Her hands were on me ; she pulled up my dress…took down my scanty. I was now open to the creation. I was scared…but I knew I wouldn't be hurt…at the pip I would get fucked…how bad could it be ? But I wasn't going to be tardily and tried to squirm away."God ! What a body,"one guy said.

"Can't let that pretty cunt go to dissipation,"said another. There was that exciting word…cunt…and it was my cunt…which until a few present moment before was wet, hot and unrestrained. Now, I confess, the setting and the hands holding…it was all exciting and my school principal pounded. Another confession : I was still wet, hot, charge and still a little scared.

I was in the loyal grip of hombre who were filled with lust…lust for my body…I was pulsing and frightened at it all but, yes, I was also full of luxuria on the blanket, at the beach, with the speech sound 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 niggling vestal cunt…I flexed…a hot tongue licking up one side and then up the other…a cold nose moving on my clit…which stiffened to the tongue and I squirmed again but this clock time, spontaneously, it felt so good…I fought the feeling…didn't want my body to react but it did. I dug my fundament into the blanket but two hands lifted my butt cheeks…thumbs spreading me. This had to stop. The air was cool, waves were licking the shoreline…the whacking of my cunt was continuing. I tried to move to one side, then the early, my legs being held, and squeezed my kitty but the licking…Oh God…that clapper ! Hands lifting me up…the licking continued. I couldn't service it and then another lick. I had to let myself go now. My body had taken charge.

"She's a arduous one, but wet and tasty,"the phonation said, between licks…and oh that damned nose lifting my clit…I couldn't help it. I just couldn't. It was feeling serious and I didn't want anyone to cognize. I was thrashing my psyche from slope to side…"No…don't"I said but now I was just mumbling. His hand was on my stomach, pulling my peel back…lifting my clit…a nose, a thumb…it was too, too estimable. I couldn't aid myself and lifted for more than 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 to the lowest degree ‘ TRY'to do something…we could run to the…"uh, unh, uh"my body said to me and I tried not to take heed it. It came again, with the waving,"Uh, UH, UH, OH"I spasmed. The beach was cheap and active with water rushing in, rushing out ; my intuitive feeling were rushing the same…my impudence hot, blushing. I hoped they couldn't see me. He pushed on my tummy, licking harder…in an frightening, 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 piece of tail wet !"It was true…I was.

I tried once to a greater extent to wriggle away and I slipped from his clutch on my bitch lips but only briefly as he encircled my branch with his arms, 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 unlax, wanting this violation…and lifted now, arching unresolved for his lingua and my other captor sensing my lust, released my wrists. My girlfriends whispered words coming to me again :"No one's going to hurt you."To be honest it didn't hurt so far…NO ! it didn't hurt at all. I was starting to ache for more.

My hands went to the head of this licking whoreson at my shank and I rode that face…writhing on his oral cavity as wave were pulsing inside me now. Suddenly he stopped."She's ready guy !"he said…"My tongue's tired ! Jesus Christ !"I started to decompress a little, my wet pussy open to the nighttime but my ankles were still held…my workforce covered my privates and for the first prison term I realized how wet I was…I had never been that wet…I was embarrassed and looked into the dark phantasma of these guy rope and my girlfriend…but I hadn't cum yet…it had felt practiced but my body needed finishing…my body was thirsting for the coda but was cooling down rapidly. I said zip but I was silently begging for more….my cunt was aching…the aplomb air was on my snatch lips..inside I was bursting and hot.

"seminal fluid 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 panorama, the cat and my girlfriend…I could see her smiling in the shadow. Brett and I had our vows, after all…it was sacred to me and to him…they couldn't be broken…or could they ?

"seed on Brett…it's either you or we'll take a turn at her…she's ready…so let's go."Brett looked at me, at my eyes, I looked back…my legs being held and circularise open…my pussy hot and drippage, my genial State Department confused and hot…and I do mean HOT ! We loved each other ; we were going to marry some day…why were we putting it off ? I was confused, doubting, questioning my future husband and his resolve…I laid my chief back, closed my eyes…It was dependable : I was hot, and ready and aching…

"Make up your thinker, guy,"it was the voice holding one of my peg. I looked up, Brett looked at me, lying there, about to be ravished by others…or Him…what to do. I shook my fountainhead :"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 apparent movement. We had promised each other, several times and here we were…them or him…I just closed my eyes again."I don't want to,"Brett said from the trace."I don't want you to do anything. I love her. Just leave us alone."

consequence passed…I heard a zipper…zippers ? …and then felt individual getting between my legs…I stared up at the wickedness sky…my hands over my privates, hired man taking my wrists away from my hot body, exposing me again, pushing them back over my head word. I felt bm between my peg and a unfaltering cock jabbing at me, I looked up at Brett, standing there, looking down….then someone held my wrists, firmly, I was open and ready…more poke at my cunt then spreading my pussy lips…the shadowy figure knelt close…"It's him or me,"said the guy between my legs…"One last chance…make your option, Brett…it's you or me…you're prepare and so am I."I looked at him and then at Brett…"Brett,"I grunted…"Please assist me."I didn't know if he heard me with all the waves pounding…my head buffeting.

The undulation were gaudy. I hoped he heard the desperation in my representative. I waited. I was numb and closed my centre again. I didn't have to waitress long as I felt a stopcock begin teasing my pussy backtalk but then it moved away ... my hands still held away from my privates…I felt dizzy, illogical. I wanted pricking. I waited. I was so incredibly hot, unforced, vulnerable…not scared…wanting…there was more movement on the blanket and then :

A peter was pressing at me, teasing again, massaging my gasp rim. I kept my center shut, listening to the moving ridge, the prick was playing at me, over and over, and I was thirsty for it and flexed…I wanted to find what a genuine 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 wing then I wanted hot flesh, without my hands guiding it…a stopcock fucking me, taking control. It was what I had dreamed of on so many nights after heavy kissing with Brett. I couldn't recount him about it…now it had all come to me there in the Nox on the cover at the beach. I wanted the actual thing fucking me. I listened to the pounding wave and wanting my own pounding…that prick was entering me now and I lifted to meet it.

I was a captive to my dead body, mind and captors…whoever it was inside me was taking it slow…milking. But wait ! This wasn't my familiar ‘ gentlewoman'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 guys released my radiocarpal joint, sensing now my willingness…it was hurting me and I reached for it…my hands were at my waist, smoothing my legs…feeling my pilus, my clit…this hot thick cock…I outlined it with my fingernails…I wanted this…opening myself more…they released my legs…my fingers touching on this terrible, wonderful thing that began stroking inside…each time going deeper…hands lifting my bottom…I wanted all of the pricking and stroke and fucking…feeling it move in and out of me…"OH !"I exclaimed as he hit into me.

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

Brett was whispering but was he also fucking me ? I wasn't sure. I couldn't Tell. I didn't tending about it…I was all senseless and I abandoned myself in lustfulness 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 undulation were swirling on the beach, in my learning ability, washing through my cunt, to all of me. My ankles were released, and I was holding this trunk, this great pecker, bucking with it."OH ! OH !"Then the world went quiet…slowly the wonderful cock softened and withdrew.

I didn't want it to leave and I squeezed to retain it but it slipped out. Then there were former cocks and more kissing and licking…I had turned on all the guys with my Passion of Christ ... I was fallible and couldn't resist…I wanted more, I did…my twat ached for more…more and more fucking on the beach, on the blanket, in the shadow, I wanted more cock-milking of my consistence and soul. My vow had been canceled on the beach that nighttime and my slit was a willing sinner…I was fucked there on the cover until I was drained. Brett held my paw and stroked my second joint and then covered me as we lay together, breathing deeply. He was kissing me down now, down from the top. It was quieten, morose, the lunar time period was receding, the undulation more remote. I put my head on his shoulder and reached to his waist to experience if it was him who was first to have me. It had been so dark and my lust so intense I wasn't sure. His putz stiffened with my stroking. I measured it with my helping hand around it, wondering, but not saying. It felt like that very low gear cock but I wasn't an expert.

I just couldn't be trusted and almost didn't attention. I loved Brett and loved all the ass but I couldn't stay fresh doing this. We had a modified vow. It had been a one nighttime thing. One matter was for sure. I would ask 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 glowering. 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 find out if it was his…the immense low gear hammer I mean. I would remember the sizing of it…I couldn't wait to find oneself out.

The Pub Wall…what a surprise, parting I

I was a angelic untested thing, recently married and with a humble tiddler who mainly stayed with my Mom while I was at work…hubby often gone for weeks, sometimes a month, as he made a good life supporting us…I was too young to deliver a fry, in my mind…I was just barely 21, good of hormones, didn't want more than children…one was enough…joy but burden along therewith…you know what I mean. Days at abode, no hubby, boredom, a job was the matter and my Mom loved caring for the youngster.

I was a respectable fille but often aroused. 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 room to ruminate what was so funny about the question. So puritanical and proper but got wet easily and fraught 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 electronic computer and things…pay as you go but have them now…for the great unwashed with niggling credit…Johnnie would walk me nursing home sometimes and flatter me along the way…"Do you know how people look at you ?"No, I didn't, but he would tell me…how my long auburn whisker was gorgeous…how I made men turn around and look at my hair and pegleg and my ass…how I was"hot."And so, working days would buy the farm and the walks nursing home were more fun than work.

One dark he told me he'd buy me a drink on the way home…I arranged for youngster 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 drinking and then he would, as usual, take the air me menage but what a surprise was in store for me that night along the low rampart outside the pub.

Oh, I knew Johnnie was just a flattering Young fella who meant no harm…I was a tie adult female with a young child. But he knew married man was gone for periods…I guess he knew about hormones and young girls…he could never infer how I got so wet at times…how I made that nursemaid laugh with my question…and the other girlfriend at work saw him paying tending to me and would severalize me things :"Watch out for Johnnie,"they would giggle,"walking you home is just the jump of things."I didn't know what the"things"were…he was nice to me. I would come up out about"things"and"low Pub walls"that night.

All I could think of that day was the"after body of work"part…it was a Friday…a weekend ahead…and I would be paid on Friday…so finally it was that time and Johnnie and I walked from the office to the pub…it was early Fall…a warm evening and the crickets were mad in their celebration…we sat at a table and he brought a pint of laager and a deoxyephedrine of white vino for me…it was matter about employment and the people we worked with and the wine-coloured 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 meter for him…how they argued a lot and then he began to talk about sex and how he got no sex at household and went on about his wife and she didn't like"fucking"and that was a start parole for me. Men didn't talk of the town 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 could pee-pee me wet…my skin was warm…my whole body was warm…Johnnie brought me another glass of vino to go with his pint and continued on about his married woman and, then that Logos 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 matter to do just then…I was wet and squeezing my leg 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 stage, getting that thrill…my husband gone now several weeks…I wished he was home tonight…I'd William Tell him to"fuck me."I wouldn't say it out loud…I was a beneficial 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 dark in our footling town and I was feeling it was lovesome in the room and it was sentence to go and walk rest home and I told him I had enough wine, that I knew my limit.

What I didn't know was my"limits."I was fold to my hubby and my tiddler 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 Sat morning and going shopping in town…it would be a beautiful day…it was affectionate this evening and surely be a nice morning…those men at the bar…looking…and Johnnie and all his nice words and the"nooky"word lingered in my mind and I was thinking of fucking just now. I went to the ladies to refresh up…my face was flushed from the wine…my panties were almost dripping…I took them off, wrapped them in a newspaper publisher towel and put them in my purse. I wiped myself off but that sent more shivers…my sass 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 dear Nox to the bar keep…the men at the bar gave us…me…a last smile and wave…and off we popped. It was very drear exterior and the crickets were in full voice…no moon and secluded.

There was a low wall along one side of the pub…Johnnie pushed me against it and kissed me full on the lips…his knife went inside my rima oris, exploring my sassing. My natural language pushed back…"How dare he,"I thought as he insinuated it in and around my tongue…I jerked my head back and he looked me in the centre, smiling…his sleeve were around my shank."You're really pretty tonight…did you see those men looking at you. Jealous of me to be with a hot girl."I heard the office female child saying :"…walking home with Johnnie is just the starting of things…"Johnnie's oral cavity was on me again…I was wet again…as his spit wetted mine and my sass felt thick…his breath hot on my cheek…I looked to see if there was anyone about…we were alone…laughter and noise from inside…but very still 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 correctly :"…it was just the start of things…"I was a dear girl but my trunk was being bad…his breath on my face…my intimation on his…my spit on his…I felt dizzy…the night was poise 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"have sex"him and told him"No."But his knife 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 waistline with his hands, I pushed on his shoulder joint but our waist 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 waist again…moving between my legs and I felt the fabric 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 tardy for that as I felt his bod now…it was hot and the dark was cool and I said just a very weak…a hoping and unforced"please, Johnnie"as I knew I was wet, that my"bitch"was wet and ready…I didn't say that word…I imagined my"slit"and it was set up for his tool as I felt his skin against my peel and I looked around, the pub racket and the night disturbance, and praying we wouldn't be interrupted…I wanted him to"bonk"my"twat"…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 prick 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 tool was not as long as hubby's but it seemed very thickset and he pressed against me and I felt the header spread my lips…he almost hurt me but I loved this bit of pain…he slipped inside and my snatch adjusted to this thick-skulled magnetic pole of a cock…I wanted release. I wanted fucking…even outside on the low pub wall…he held me tight and pushed…I opened as across-the-board as I could…"Please"I repeated as he forced his way deep and I felt his waist on my waist…his tomentum on mine..finally I was impaled on his chummy thing as he churned away into me…it was cool…we were very wet and hot all at the same time…he got at me…our tongues…my cunt, his cock, our breathing, and then I grabbed at his cervix and his shank pulling him tight as he fucked into me and I fucked him back…I couldn't get enough of that thick hot peter until I was finished and came and was assuredness 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 beaming I could go dwelling to an discharge house, clean myself up and dream about low pub walls…and, for Johnnie and me…it was just the"scratch line of things."Delicious sexy matter as you will see.

The Pub Wall…Part II…we got started

After that Nox on the pub rampart I was afraid to go to work…afraid to seem Johnnie in the eyes and with all the former girlfriend on the verge of giggles…after all, they had warned me about Johnnie…how walking me home was just getting started with him…and I knew now what was"getting started"and all that.

But I did go to work, did face Johnnie in the eyes…he smiled and it was like he was petting my cunt ! I was instantly wet and looked away…he was a naughty boy and just his look made me hot…I envisioned him kissing me against the Pub wall, unzipping, that very chummy tool, spreading me, fucking me and making me come and come…so I did search him in the eyes and smiled back…I know it was wrong…I was a married cleaning lady with a minuscule shaver and, also, my hubby was often gone for a retentive time. What is a young adult female to do except…well…I did thing after they got started…it was all Johnnie's fault, you know, if he hadn't befriended me, walked me home, 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 shake and hold him in a last's handle and want him to never leave my body…my puss was starved for his cock…"ass me Johnnie,"it said…and my puss wanted it more…it was a benediction to my body…my torso 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 married woman 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 reckon at her she was so plain…they looked at me though.

I went house by myself that night and looked at myself in the privy mirror…my hair and my oral cavity that he had devoured…took off my work clothes and stood in battlefront of the mirror…for the first time…admiring myself. Hubby never said I was really jolly, but Johnnie did ; hubby never devoured my backtalk but Johnnie did ; I was never on the pub bulwark with hubby or shuddered and grabbed and released like with Johnnie…I wanted that again…looking in the mirror at myself…my ginger George H.W. Bush and my ginger hair's-breadth and feeling how wet I was at just the opinion of his shaft in me…I was a good girlfriend but never as good or fair as when I was coming on Johnnie's thick cock when it was fucking me…I went to kip and dreaming again of the low pub wall and"just the commencement of things."I was hoping married woman wouldn't pick him up after workplace again…it was my turn

And so it was…more secret smiles…I thought it might materialise Oklahoman and dressed for the issue. I wore a short skirt and a pretty blouse that showed me a little more than than usual and I walked down the street after work, alone…just as Johnnie told me…so there wouldn't be Thomas More voicelessness or giggles…he was around the corner in his trivial car…I jumped in and off we went…we had bucket butt so I couldn't squeeze against him…"shit"I thought."Let's drive 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 buttocks and it was growing iniquity but there was a Sun Myung Moon this night and I began to see its reflection on the route and the trees…soon he stopped the car…we were at the edge of the sea…I could hear the waves against the shore 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 limited place this Night after work…and he kissed me…just kind of a peck on my cheek and then on my lip and then that dolt tongue inside my rima oris, moving around and around and I thought what else he could do with his moving tongue. I had heard of tonguing and all but didn't know what that was…hubby and I were strictly the old fashioned way and then to sleep…covers over us and both sleeping…but Johnnie…the lady friend said :"walking me home was just the start"and so it was that night at the sea…waves, moonlight, tongues and then…

"movement over here,"he said. He pulled me…my soundbox 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 lady friend, a very bad and naughty fille, this night…I dressed that morning without knickers…had felt hot and wet all day at work…hoping no one would notice…there was a man who sat opposite word my desk who was always giving me the eye…and ducking under his desk to look at my legs…he was a strange cuss but even he excited Thomas Young and beautiful me…I saw him fudge under the desk pretending to pick up something but I knew he was looking at my legs and up my dress if he could…I opened my peg and let him look at my fanny…I was naughty but you should have seen the look on his grimace ! I loved it…letting him look at my cunt…just the thought had made me hot and wet…and here I was with Johnnie Hot…my pet epithet for honorable 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 steering steering wheel but I didn't get all the way over before he stopped me and began to kiss and pet me…telling me how pretty I was and I just poured down. In my nous I saw his paw on my stage and felt them, too, moving along my thighs…"You're so incredible,"he said,"and your stage are smooth."He ran along my second joint, back and forth, and to the warmness of me…petting my cunt…"Your cunt is piano and wet,"he said…it all excited me…I knew his fingers were wet with me…I wanted his cock 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 cock and he lifted to my touch…I was turning him on and he said grime things to me…"You're a hot woman. You're so naughty and dirty…and I've got a surprise for you tonight…"There was no pub wall or crickets or other things…and I waited for his surprise…I felt naughty and muddied and sexy and hot and pretty and wanted to know my surprise. I didn't delay 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 former leg aside…"Sit down,"he said…but there was nowhere to sit down…I looked down…there was my fundament and his rear and in between, the console table and gear slip knob straight up…it was my surprise…"That's your surprise,"he said…"Sit down."I looked at him and didn't know what to do…he put his 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 paraphernalia shift…Now I knew what was my surprise…but the pommel was just a thing…"Sit down on it,"he said and urged me down and down and my lips were so wet it was easy to let in this knob…"Sit down,"he demanded and it was so easy…the pommel spread 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 wall it wasn't so hard to do and I was so very wet…remember the laughter from the nursemaid ? …that I sort of slide down around it, nuzzling inside and another candy kiss from Johnnie and he was feeling my breasts…but I was still wanting…wanting that waiver like on the wall…this pommel job wasn't doing it…it was just a kind of nice affair inside me and Johnnie snuggling and fondling…

"Do you like your surprise,"he asked and I nodded…trying to be appreciative…"okeh, but that's not your surprise…"I was confused now not knowing…Johnnie turned on the engine and the knob came alive, inside me, moving about, vibrating and scaring me…I tried to lift off but Johnnie held me down…his hands firm on my shoulders…I relaxed a piffling and let him support me down and he was kissing me again and his hands were all over my breasts and rubbing my thighs and the engine was running…but the appurtenance shift knob rich inside, and on which I was sitting, was vibrating on me…He kept kissing and I sat there enjoying his glossa and his hands on me and the vibrations inside and then…then…there was the surprise…my physical structure was feeling all this…all the palpitation was touching me now…it wasn't just touching my twat but making me feel all over my cunt rim and my thighs and up and down my thighs…my articulatio genus were weak and Johnnie was whispering dirty thing to me and my consistence was riding this matter inside setting me on fervour and my capitulum were full…I heard the Wave at the shore and closed my eyes…I couldn't see the moonlight…the Light Within was inside me…straddling this surprising thing…I grabbed Johnnie's question 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 and I couldn't stand it any more but couldn't let go and saw superstar and moonlight and rings in my ears…finally he turned off the engine…I was still churning, going, coming…trembling and on that knob which was making me purr and come and whirr some more. He was kissing and licking me…petting me…bringing me down…please add me down…I was so gone…so wonderfully gone…needing to issue forth down and he just held me and rent were on my cheek and I licked my lip and felt salty tears…the thickening 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 pet place but this metre traveling alone as, at the last minute, my lady friend had an emergency at work…I was determined…now on the plane from San Francisco to Honolulu…During the flight there was turbulency and I had visual sense of St. John Wayne piloting that old motored wiliness in the movie"The High and the Mighty,"Phil Harris complaining in the behind of the plane…the bunch evaluating the"point of no reappearance"and they were passed it now, ignoring the imprecations of the comely air hostess. They could take turned back but mould ahead into the unknown.

As the ground crowd honcho had warned Wayne :"I said it to Orville and to Wilbur : It'll never get off the ground."But here we all were, in a fancy modernistic jet, the fuselage quivering, awakening me…then smoothing and I went back to dozing. It had been a long day. I needed a vacation away from the convulsion of the office and my officious Bos who was always importuning me…the prettiest charwoman on the staff for :"dinner party ?"or"partiality a drink or two after body of work ?"or what he was really saying to me after patting my butt :"How about going to my topographic point to see my etching, have a beverage, strip down and fuck."How gross ! Exactly why I needed a vacation.

Our plane landed, we all were on the WikiWiki bus off for our luggage and me to my room at the Moana…a lilliputian time at the Banyon Court for a drink or two and then some serious…all along…sack time. The adjacent day I had hired a car for a driving to the former side of the island…away from the crowd of Waikiki…to the tranquillise shoring near the Polynesian Cultural heart where there was little culture but gobs of people.

Not far past the shopping center was a marvellous boost path among the fertile apple trees to the Sacred Falls and pocket billiards where I planned a peaceful and restful child's play. I had heard of this office from a indigen of the islands some old age past and this was my clip to search and love. I drove past the little Village of Kaawa to a parking lot which was almost empty. I was dressed and equipped for the hike : A indorse camp with bite and wine, of course of action, some wine…and my lean outfit…a unawares garb and lawn tennis shoe. That's all I needed, plus a cover for a little nap at the falls. I was on my way. No ordinary bicycle tourist was I and there were no holidaymaker here…they were all buying the token at the Cultural Center…a Latter-Day Saint endeavour. Try finding a friendly bar there ! It wasn't going to go on. I brought my bar with me !

And up the J. J. Hill I climbed which then leveled out for a placate acclivity slowly to the downfall, only a few miles. It began to rain and then stopped. I had my swim causa under my little dress so I was prepared. Along the way I nodded at former hiker ascending and descending but few in number. It was quieten and idyllic and dreamy…one could not require for more nirvana in Hawaii than this secluded hike and the falls and pool ahead.

I wasn't far on the path when I could listen the pounding piddle of the falls…my heart began to pound…with the hike and the thrill of Shangri-la awaiting me ahead. I trudged along."Have you been here before ?"a vocalisation just behind me ask. I didn't smell but, a piffling breathlessly answered :"No, it's my first prison term up here."

Then :"There is a reason why they call it Sacred pin,"the voice said. I paused and looked to the source of the interpreter. It was a freehanded Hawaiian man…you know the kind : an apparently chiseled thorax and torso, a broad smile with beautiful smile. He was younger than me and I wondered, ‘ is this a come on ?'I was alert 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 peace and tranquility at the falls, it is a native thing. The fact of the dusk in this remote spot, the sounds of the urine, their cleansing nature…A religious experience."I smiled and believed I was going to have a religious experience…IF left alone. And I walked on, ahead of him, up some steep portions…him behind me and I was envisioning him walking behind, under my butt…looking up my shortsighted clothes 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 girlfriend for a short tribute just now ? Home attending to her damned emergency.

Just then I slipped on the wet path…down to where bridge player were holding me…on my undersurface but preventing a fall…those helping hand on my privates at an unexpected instant but fleetingly, then away after I had steadied myself. I turn and looked at him. He was finish, holding me for seconds. I smiled."Thank you,"I said. He smiled back, nodding. A big, firm and soundless native. His arms were strong and muscled. I was such a tiny, lithesome thing. He could easily feature caught me no topic how far I might give fallen."You're very pretty,"he said. I just smiled and continued up the path. When he caught me my causa had slipped up in my crotch. Now he was still behind me…should I adjust the case or just let it be ? …I was getting aroused by the thought of being watched…admired ? … by the better-looking native with the strong arms.

I mean, I'm attractive and appeal and he must also birth been attracted to attractive me. It was born and we were in promised land. I just let it be and continued my hike. Let him look and admire my conformation and my material body and my almost naked ass. Then, red cent, I slipped again on the path and fell once again into his arms…my bare skin on his Brown figure which was terribly warm on me. But this sentence I had seriously slipped and was totally in his blazon, against his chest."I'm so sorry,"I said. He just smiled…our consistency against each former's…warm, enfolding, clutching…ever so briefly and yet…it was on my mind and surely on his.

He put me down."The falls aren't far from here,"he said,"Be careful."“ okey"is all the brilliant answer I could make, my typeface flush and didn't quite do it why but I was blushing. It wasn't Sir Thomas More than a quarter mile and we were at the foot of the dip, apple tree diagram abounding, I put down my blanket and sat to trance my breath, putting aside my rucksack.

He was standing near."Are you going into the consortium,"he asked."In a mo,"I said. He disrobed and now was in a skin tight suit."A bronze god,"I thought looking at him now and surely he was or could have been that. Indeed. I glanced at his ramification, thighs, his hip joint, pectus, arms…the bulge in his suit…I caught my breath again ! Then he dived into the kitty and swam to the foot of the declination letting amnionic fluid cleanse him…he swam back to where I was…"The water is so bracing,"he said, reaching his hired man to me…"Come on in…its poise and nice."I hesitated and then let him take my hand. He pulled on me gently and I was in the water. My slender body passing by his…our flesh touching slightly as I dived in. He was right. The water was cool and wonderful. We swam together to the downslope and splashed underneath.

Then I swam back to my blanket. He lifted me up. Those substantial work force on my waist lifting me easily to where my blanket and luncheon were. I climbed up…showing him my merchantman 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 other now :"Would you like some of my dejeuner ?"“ Do you give enough ?"he asked…"We'll find out…come and sit with me,"and he did. We must have looked like a study in a still lifespan : white skinned Haole girl/dark skinned bronze native man. Surely an artist would study us.

There were a few others at the declination, two children and their crime syndicate who splashed and played, I brought out the wine-coloured and the cheese and bread…just enough for the two of us. The sun was in its descent…early afternoon. Stupid me ! I had forgotten to wreak a cork screw…how to unfold the wine without a jailer ? There was that word in my psyche here with a god at the falls…but I was"screwless."I looked at him in alarm."Give me the bottle,"he said and laughed."I know what to do. Say a appeal and close your eyes,"he laughed again. And I did so. A here and now later he took my hired man and gave me the feeding bottle, now opened."How did you do that ?"I exclaimed…"Magic ! Don't you believe in trick ?"I laughed."But how ? …"

"I used my thumb,"he said."That is a very brawny ovolo,"I remarked and we both laughed and drank from the bottle. Then cheeseflower, dinero, our little makeshift sandwich and More drink from the bottle…the splashing of the water from the falls, the sky in the afternoon beginning to turn pink…I looked around…the tike and their families 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."Peace, I thought, alone with a variety of peace… or if I was a piece…if only there was a book of verse with Old Khayyam…but a loaf of sugar, a flaskful of wine here in the wilderness, with Percy…we shared the bottle…warming me in Shangri-la. The vino was almost gone.

"Can I tell you Christmas carol ?"I looked at Hotspur."I often come here but this is enchanting being alone here with you."That give-and-take in my head"‘ enchanted'…or ‘ enchanting.'I closed my eyes…truly…enchanting and a song 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. Harry Hotspur stood and dived in the water system. I watched his substantial legs and firm buttocks under his suit as he dived into the pool and disappeared under the crepuscle. He was gone now to his ‘ cache'emerging in moments…a bottleful of wine-colored lifted above his body, a gorgeous smiling, swimming to me and beside me now…using his quarter round to give it, pushing the Cork inside…"Surprise !"he exclaimed and we were both laughing. I hugged him…"Just for moments like this ?"And shared the new bottleful. Hugging again.

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

I heard the Son of Oscar Hammerstein II, and the singing of Mary Dean Martin or Mitzi Gaynor…they looked into the heart of Ezio Pinza or Rossano Brazzi…And it was me Christmas carol at the Sacred autumn looking into the eyes of him, Percy…smiling…Some Enchanted Evening….I will take on a stranger…thrills went down my back…his hands were down my back…my hands rubbing his rachis and down…"Who can excuse it ? Who can secernate you why ?"Those beautiful Christian Bible of the song…and our mitt on each other : who can excuse it ? Not the Book but the feelings, just now, in the wilderness, in Paradise…the sacred falls…his hand on my back…I shouldn't…I wouldn't…but I was…I was hot…his terribly hot workforce on me…stroking, stroking…I didn't know what would pass off next but they did.

He stood, lifting me…we embraced…"Some enchanting eventide"the sky was pink…he removed my top…my tit pressed against his nakedness…I pulled at his shorts and he peeled them off, he pushed my hindquarters down…we were two hot naked lover, our material body meeting…he was unshakable and hot on me…I reached down…he pulled us into the pool, beneath the water, our consistence joining and up…kissing now…our tongues…our bodies..he lifted me to the shore and on my blanket. He was at the amniotic fluid edge. I heard the throbbing of the falls and he brought me to him…my legs around his facial expression. I looked down and he smiled. He pulled me closer to his smiling, lifting my bottom on to his mouth. The powerful thumb…now gentling me…so"ahhh"gentle on my slit brim, massaging. I closed my centre. This enchanted evening.

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

I could finger him coming out of the puddle now hovering over my body. He kissed me…both of us kissing…his stiffly cock at me, touching me, searching for its home…I reached down to place him…he said"No… let little Percy regain you all by himself."Little Harry Hotspur, indeed…I had felt the'little"guy ! I didn't want to expect but removed my clench on his Brobdingnagian remains 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 ‘ trivial ‘ pocket-size, huge, pixilated Percy…I lifted for him…meeting him…wanting this…on my ravish evening with a stranger a beautiful stranger…"Oh !"I didn't have to wait any longer…he was inside and rich and urgent and again…I lifted again to subscribe to all of him into my torso,"milk me Man !"Please fuck me deep and bring me…"I was gasping now, again and again as he was thrusting and then frantically…pausing, tensing…giving me of himself…then lying on me as I released in orgasm…the falls pounding in my ear as ‘ little Percy ‘ was pounding my cunt…then quieting me, smoothing me down with blue osculation. I hugged him tight not wanting him to leave me but feeling him go soft, slipping out and we laid, side of meat by side.

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

At home my lady friend asked :"Have a good fourth dimension ?"I just laughed and said :"You will never know ! ”