Being Sir Thomas More intimate stories by early ma'am who enjoyed orgasms in different clip and unsuspected places.

arse View Mirror, Part I by phyllisroger

I used to walk menage from my after-school job…a couple stat mi or more…and in those days…of having my first job…I was enjoying my sexuality…my breasts were plenteous and son made me pay attention to myself with their looks and stares before I knew all about'things.'But by this time, I was a little previous and liked to show myself off to boys and my teachers…it made me find important besides just being a good girl with good grades.

It was still a very private thing : display and render off but…well, it was then I began to go to school without scanty and it made me feel brave though it was from some of the early missy that I first heard about not wearing them. Little did the boys know when they admired me, there was only the fabric of my school day dress separating their facial expression from something truly limited that would have opened their eyes encompassing and create them drub their lips. Just walking around that way aroused me young body.

But after study, in my aphrodisiac pantyless commonwealth, I would walk home and think of school and my job and, in particular, 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"Sure !"and popped in the front seat…But I almost sat on his dog and jumped out the door…he said :"Get in back,"and moved the tail for me as I jumped back in and sat in the small jumpstart buns with my leg partly up and my wearing apparel draped high around them. I was scared he might stimulate"had a flavour"but he didn't say anything and off we drove.

In a minute of arc his dog jumped back on me and I pushed it away."That's okay…he the like citizenry and won't snack. Just pet him behind the spike,"he said and I did. Doggie licked my cheek as I rubbed his spike and he shin his legs around, pushing my dress down and exposing my legs. I pushed it back up but the doggie was enjoying his auricle being rubbed, was very stimulate and his mitt fumbled all over me, messing my clothes and even stepping on my private parts !

I looked in my friend's bottom survey mirror and he was watching me act 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 bottom. There was little way in the seat and he was finally sitting between my legs and panting…his bow-wow tongue 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 other and I was still rubbing his spike as I was told. I looked in the seat view mirror. My champion's eye were glued to the aspect in his back stern and I realized why. My dress was pushed to my waist and he could see my nakedness underneath. I thought he would look away and leave 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 legs and it felt good. I wanted more doggie licks and he was full phase of the moon of punch : the slope of this leg, then that, and my friend staring. It was suddenly very tranquility in the little car or was it that my ears were ringing ? I felt hot there in the second bottom with pooch, a licking tongue and those eyes in the backside view mirror…watching.

He moved the mirror to a pitch and I could see myself now and my common soldier and then the pooch at study and it was all very erotic to me just then. I laid my header back to catch 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 soundbox jolted."Let him lick you…no one will bang,"my supporter 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 circularise my cunt lips for him…it was naughty…but I was aroused and wanted more licking and he was doing just that. When I watched my friend's eyes and his grinning it made me even hotter like I was not only cuming for the doggie but also with him at the same time and I opened my leg wider to register him everything I had. I was slender, with plenteous breasts and my slit was getting pep hair's-breadth and I felt majestic and hot showing myself to him as the dog kept at me. It was all unwritten and dirty and my auricle were full.

Then I felt a quiver at my waist and my legs got shaky as the dog licked me all over and between my lips and on my button, which made me rock. bow-wow churned me and licked and licked. My top dog was laid back, my eyes were closed and I peeked to see my friend gripping the wheel. He was breathing deeply too at the fit. I was unretentive of breath and gasping for air as the dog had his way with me. I was spending on his tongue…he was getting excited with my predilection. I hoped we'd never get home !"Ohhh ! Ohh ! Mmmm"I was murmuring as the heat at my waist traveled along my body, my nipples hard. Then the doggie slowed and finished and I was still dripping on the little buttocks and pushed him away. I couldn't take any more. That dog had made me cum hard on that naughty natural language and all in kick view. I was still breathing hard as the car stopped. I was menage. I straightened my dress.

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

fanny purview Mirror, Part II

I got out of his car, petted the beautiful dog on his point and ears, very balmy cuddly auricle, and he licked my hand ;"dog slobber"on my hand,"Yuk !"but when I walked into my house my private parts was still wet and dripping with his other"slobber"which made me quiver and lope past Mum to my way and get the nearest tissues to pick up. I sat on the bed, cleaning and touching and laid back ; my legs bare and cool and played with myself, still wetting up and came again quickly."Honey, do down and avail with me with the white potato !"It was Mum and she broke the trance, putting on my panties so I wouldn't drip mold, cleaning again and down to help oneself with dinner."Your aspect is red,"Mum said,"did you run house from workplace ? You seem out of breath."I just nodded and began peeling and dreaming of the adjacent day's ride, and you know the ride I mean.

But then there was school, which went very slow, and off to work but the boy wasn't there so work was a real number painfulness and it wasn't until several days later that he was back at employment."I had to get my car repaired,"he said, smiling at me."I'll see you after work."My gist skipped a pulse and the clock moved slow. It was pay day and I got my package :"Mum won't be back for a brace Thomas More time of day,"I said as I got in the car."Sit in back,"he said, Let's go down to the beach then and I'll still get you home on time."And off we went, me in the back seat again, he was already checking me out in his rear vista mirror and if some miss take awhile to get in the mood for fun it wasn't this little girl or this dog, he was already nosing around. It was a warm day, windows down, the air blowing my hair, the smell of the ocean and my psyche 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 temper and now out of the modality just as quick as that his friend got in the figurehead and we all said"Hi"and off we went. Now I pushed the dog away from me and held his collar making him sit beside and away from me ; he was just as confused as was I at these developments. Talk about"three's a bunch"well we had a bunch 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 take heed the waves and the mewlling fall guy with their piercing cries.

"I brought some snacks and things,"my oeuvre Quaker 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 capitulum at that remark but what was I to do. I was in the indorse seat of a two door car. I had nowhere to go and had all kinds of anticipation but now, none at all.

We all shared some dainty and a potable and the dog was squirming and trying to get out of my hairgrip."He's anxious,"he said,"just let him unloose and see what he does. We all want to watch him."So there I was, my body ready, my head not so much and he was licking my sura and my knee and above my knee and two boys in the strawman seat, one looking through the mirror and the early adjusting in his tail end looking right at me. He smiled and I grimaced. I wasn't ready for a back boy even if HE was set up for a show but the dog was sure prepare and randy 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 straw man hind end and I was breathing hard now, impertinence red, ears ringing, seagull crying and my body crying for that dog no matter where I was and suddenly I didn't fear who was watching.

It was a hot view. Then it wasn't just the dog cock that was out but two Thomas More smashed stopcock were out and everyone was petting everyone it seemed…the new boy climbed in the rachis seat and kissed me, putting my hand on him. His hammer was slippery ; I was slippery and he pulled up my dress, I was past it now and didn't maintenance, I surprised myself and was stroking hammer, opening my cunt for the dog with my other manus, and dog was at me with his stupid, wonderful, wet, long natural language all over me there and everything was dreamy in my head and body, my legs were tingly and animated, like the boy's stiff dick,"Don't stop,"he said,"Ohh, just like that, don't, don't stop,"and he lifted his butt and flash 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 rear, so it was my turn now to talk to my dog and his tongue was up me and out and around and inside again, I opened my eyes and there was our driver wanking himself and spending on the steering wheel, the dog was licking my nectar and humping his shaft toward me as I kept pushing him off…but I scooted down for more natural language and there were hands on my stage, then a hand on the dog's turncock guiding it to me, hitting at my cunt back talk, wetting me more but he was one frantic canine at this spot poking at a very excited girl'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 knifelike pointy affair missing the gull, stabbing away."Scoot down more ; raise up a trivial ; don't tease an animal."“ No ! Don't,"I said but lifted up more, scooting down. My ears were full and I scooted down ; this time he didn't girl and I felt this smooth cock knife thrust again but twinge sliding inside and I had set the dog on ardour, pounding me inside, again and again. I was on fire, my twat hot and set up, lifting and writhing on this prod thing ; we were joined and"No, don't"had become"No, don't stop."The rear perspective mirror showed my startled eyes like they were in a spell, I knew my solid torso was tense, waiting for another jab and another and I was hearing words like the boy ‘ s :"Don't stop. Please don't, don't layover. 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 neaten and smooth my dress, hoping Mum hadn't come menage early. I needed a bathing tub ; I was still in a sweat, needed to clean 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 meter thing."I said."I'm not that form of girl."And thought, wondering, about the following ride home base."Bye !"and the two of them drove off, me finally at dwelling, still breathless, wet and astonished. They didn't believe me. Why would they ? I didn't believe myself. I had my pay packet and had a new shorter dress in 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 immature girl showing off my"wares"at the local terpsichore which meant for me a lot of primping with my hair's-breadth, my fingernails nicely painted with my toes to match and I spent nigh of the day getting ready for the nighttime : laying out my dress, what I would wear ( and not don ! I was a sexy matter and didn't wear a complete getup if you get my tip ). My routine : a thorough bathroom and after that, my body all radiant, a pedicure.

Mum and sister were out for their own Sat turn and I was alone in the house to mollycoddle and primp myself. I had a date that Nox for the dance ; a cute guy who liked to dance and experience me up, hands all over me, under me and in between, during and after the dancing, lots of kissing and cuddling and thinking about Sat night got me going in ways even during the day.

Our sign was smooth with everyone else gone and after my bath I was toweled and squatting on a low feces painting my finger's breadth and now my toes. Everything had to match : digit, toes, hair typewriter ribbon setting off my attire. My foot in a pan of ardent body of water, knees up and sitting on the stool, my little doggie nearby, lingua out as usual, walking to my pan of water, sniffing around, looking up as I patted his fountainhead and began to cut back my toenails, doggie licking my fingers and sniffing my toes when I took a infantry from the warm water, I patted his headland and stroked his soft ears.

So motion picture this : a pretty young lady, like me, only covered with a towel ( covered ? Not totally wrap up, 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 human race to see but I was alone and individual, pretty much alone, legs apart to better get through my animal foot, my toes closed together, the lip of my slit closed but my fork open so I could get at my feet, doggie ready for head-patting, manus drubbing, me thinking of my date at the dance that night, totally clean from my bathroom, but thinking of what date and I would be doing and feeling in dark box of the dance hall and afterward when he would fiddle with me and I would"dance"my trunk on his hand, how his fingers would surely get me hot and make me cum as he fingered my kooz, that he would whisper in my ear and kiss my lip and severalise me how pretty I am and how he loved my naked 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 doggy glossa on my hand and then my toes but then he went between my knees and his cold olfactory organ brought me back to the kitchen and my pedicure. I pushed him away :"Naughty boy. Your nose is frigidness !"and he looked up at me curious, seeming to smile and licking his mouth.

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

There wasn't anything wrong about an innocent dog or me and my pedicure but that cold olfactory organ was unexpected and shocking and brought thoughts of Sat night to the here and now and I wasn't gear up yet I thought. It was this strange thing in my head and I was alone, it was subdued, my Mum and sisters wouldn't be back anytime soon ; barker looked damage when I pushed him off, his center looked sad and would I let him"nose me"again ?

I wasn't easy. I was a upright daughter but his low temperature nozzle was exciting my privates and it was our very common soldier thing ; who would have sex ; the kitchen was unruffled except my ears were ringing ; then doggie's wet cold nozzle was back on my dent spreading my back talk apart with another shocking slide. My legs opened more as wooden leg will and that insensate olfactory organ from arse to top, sliding up my wet scratch, hitting my button, sending a jolt and I put my hand on his psyche, this time petting his nose, his thrilling nose and then that tongue, up the walls of my slit again,"dependable doggie,"this time, getting me wet, his tongue had my mouthful and he was at it.

It was too late for me to barricade ; I wanted this now ; I was preceding thinking, it was too naughty, too skillful and exciting and disallow all together, tongue and keister now in control. I was dancing in my judgement feeling commodity thing. My towel slipped off and I was smoothing my knees and down my leg, spreading my sass for my mad barker and his anxious tongue, making me spend, licking up my spend and I was petting his auricle, lifting his mouth on me. His tongue was dipping inside my snatch for more than and I was hot at my center ; my dead body was throbbing now as his frigidity nose and hot spit were bringing me off like no date had ever done at any dancing or in any gloomy corner, my toes curling up, and here in the middle of my tranquilize kitchen I could listen my appointment susurration as I came and came, this time not on his fingerbreadth, as he was holding my face. This time coming on a Pres Young doggie's natural language and I was holding doggy ‘ s face, hoping he wouldn't diaphragm, 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 weewee roll, both of us panting. I looked down at my pes, easing them down in the water and finally cooling down from my exalt pedicure. Saturday Night had come early. I knew I was hangdog of this but had the right to remain still even with the reverberance still loud in my ear and making me smile, licking my lips.

A Vow Broken…or Was it ?

It wouldn't happen these days but when my boyfriend and I started dating there were unlike rules : rubber were hard to find, virginity was important, casual sex was for ‘ early'people, etc., etc. So it is no surprise that when Brett and I started getting serious we made sacred promise to each other including :"no sex before marriage"though we loved each other. And, you know, being good kids we stuck to it. I mean, after we began dating he kissed me on our third escort ( another old prescript ) and then we graduated to early 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 little underground act at showtime, to bait him…it felt so dear to cause his handwriting on me there, his fingerbreadth getting slippery from me…and then I was unzipping him…heavy petting during and after a display at the drive-in…It was the initiatory rear cock I had seen, or stroked or kissed…I learned all about peter and how to squeeze, kiss, caress, make it wet…then he got me to lick him. He showed me all about my body but we still kept our promised to look until"later'to go ‘ all the way.'Brett ad I were sticking to our mutual vow…barely. I was desperate for what the real matter would be like but we had agreed to hold back. We had taken the Vow !

One night we were at a party at a protagonist's house and we fille got to talking…the male child on another slope of the room…I told them about my vow with Brett and it got discussed and some of the lady friend tittered at that and said we'd really already had sex…just not penetration. Of course, his corpse cock had penetrated my mouth and his fingerbreadth had penetrated my wet twat and …I loved it when we did that…but no prick 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 ease. Later I told Brett about our conversation and we both agreed to continue with our vows…meaning : no penetration…most but not all of our emotions were satisfied without that part. I confess I had urges beyond what we did…I didn't Tell Brett of my frustrations but I took concern of them in another way. My body…my cunt…still ached for Brett but we had our vow…damn !

A few workweek after the company, Bret and I went on a image escort and drove to the beach. We had a span six packs…we weren't complete prudes…and sat on the sand on cover my girlfriend brought and we were soon drinking, laughing, kissing, tone and all…Brett was under my attire, inside my panties as usual, his fingers setting me on fire and my girlfriend getting played with by her beau near me and she was also breathing hard. I looked over at her and she at me…we smiled."Isn't the beach majuscule ?"With all the kissing, breathing and fingering I didn't notice when my girlfriend and her date got up and stood over us…just shadows… My girlfriend said :"We're going to stimulate an treatment for you two lovebirds,"and then her boyfriend announced :"right field here…right now !"I didn't know what to think or say…

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

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

It was two early guys who were at the company a few week before…I was shocked and a little fright. What would happen ? They had planned all this. Did Brett have it away, too ? My judgment was a mess…my body hot…but my mind a mess.

"We're taking care here, you two retard. Brett's girl is one hot wench and I've wanted to fuck her myself,"the voice in the dark said. I tried to see his brass but everything was shadows. And the waves were pounding…the sand in my toes. There was moonlight and swarm and the hammering of the undulation and my head was throbbing."There's a time for fucking,"he said…"that sentence is now !"

I started to stand but paw 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 metre to eat up up what you started !"I was scared and looked at Brett, still beside me, asking :"What do we do now ?"

I was looking for helper but Brett was silent. What an asshole ! I think he liked the whole scene…I thought he might even have planned it…"This wasn't my approximation, honest,"he said. He was still a suspect ! And now there were hands, lots of hands, holding my carpus above my head and grabbing my stage at the ankles, holding them apart, my wearing apparel at my waist, my genital organ 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 voice."You can't do this ! point !"

Brett was outnumbered and helpless at this stop. I didn't know what to do…screaming was a waste on that obscure beach. The waving were gimcrack in my ears…the sky overcast…I couldn't see any whizz. No moon and I was being held by unassailable guys…my lady friend was no help…she whispered to me :"No one's going to hurt you,"she said with a soft, reassuring spirit. Her manpower were on me ; she pulled up my dress…took down my panties. I was now undetermined to the macrocosm. I was scared…but I knew I wouldn't be hurt…at the worst I would get fucked…how bad could it be ? But I wasn't going to be easygoing and tried to squirm away."God ! What a consistency,"one guy said.

"Can't let that middling cunt go to waste,"said another. There was that exciting word…cunt…and it was my cunt…which until a few consequence before was wet, hot and stimulate. Now, I confess, the aspect and the manus holding…it was all exciting and my oral sex pounded. Another confession : I was still wet, hot, charge and still a lilliputian scared.

I was in the firm clutches of bozo who were filled with lust…lust for my body…I was pulsing and frightened at it all but, yes, I was also full of lust on the blanket, at the beach, with the sounds 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 lip on my piffling virgin 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 lingua and I squirmed again but this time, spontaneously, it felt so good…I fought the feeling…didn't want my torso to respond but it did. I dug my bottom into the blanket but two hands lifted my cigaret cheeks…thumbs spreading me. This had to kibosh. The air was cool, undulation were licking the shoreline…the licking of my bitch was continuing. I tried to move to one side, then the former, my peg being held, and squeezed my pussycat but the licking…Oh God…that tongue ! Hands lifting me up…the licking bear on. I couldn't help it and then another lick. I had to let myself go now. My body had taken charge.

"She's a unvoiced one, but wet and tasty,"the part said, between licks…and oh that damned nose lifting my clit…I couldn't avail it. I just couldn't. It was feeling practiced and I didn't want anyone to bang. I was thrashing my principal from side to side…"No…don't"I said but now I was just mumbling. His hand was on my abdomen, pulling my skin back…lifting my clit…a nose, a thumb…it was too, too in effect. I couldn't help myself and lifted for Sir Thomas More of his howling tongue.

His tongue was slipping in me and along my cunt bulwark as I twisted from side to side…I opened my eyes and saw Brett in the shadows…he just stood there, watching me…the motherfucker ! 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 tatty and alive with water rushing in, rushing out ; my touch sensation were rushing the same…my cheek hot, blushing. I hoped they couldn't see me. He pushed on my stomach, licking harder…in an nasty, 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 make out wet !"It was true…I was.

I tried once more to writhe away and I slipped from his range on my cunt mouth but only briefly as he encircled my ramification 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 meter. I was in lust…beginning to relax, wanting this violation…and lifted now, arching open for his tongue and my former 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 yen for more.

My hands went to the psyche of this licking illegitimate child at my waist and I rode that face…writhing on his back talk as waves were pulsing inside me now. Suddenly he stopped."She's make guys !"he said…"My clapper's tired ! Jesus !"I started to relax a short, my wet puss open to the night but my articulatio talocruralis were still held…my hand covered my private and for the first time I realized how wet I was…I had never been that wet…I was embarrassed and looked into the wickedness shadows of these Guy and my girlfriend…but I hadn't cum yet…it had felt in effect but my soundbox needed finishing…my body was thirsting for the conclusion but was cooling down rapidly. I said nothing but I was silently begging for more….my cunt was aching…the assuredness air was on my bitch 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 scene, the guy rope 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 engage a turn at her…she's ready…so let's go."Brett looked at me, at my oculus, I looked back…my ramification being held and spreadhead open…my cunt hot and drippage, my mental state 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 time to come husband and his resolve…I laid my head back, closed my eyes…It was lawful : I was hot, and ready and aching…

"Make up your mind, guy,"it was the voice holding one of my leg. I looked up, Brett looked at me, lying there, about to be ravished by others…or Him…what to do. I shook my headspring :"No !"I said, but just mumbling. I could see he was weakening. He was so handsome, a collapsible shelter in his short circuit, I wanted him so much…"What can I do honey ?"he said."It's either them or me. You love me, don't you ?"I froze. No apparent motion. We had promised each other, several times and here we were…them or him…I just closed my eyes again."I don't want to,"Brett said from the shadow."I don't want you to do anything. I love her. Just leave us alone."

import passed…I find out a zipper…zippers ? …and then felt someone getting between my legs…I stared up at the dark sky…my hands over my privates, hands taking my wrists away from my hot consistence, exposing me again, pushing them back over my head. I felt movement between my pegleg and a unshakable cock poking at me, I looked up at Brett, standing there, looking down….then soul held my wrist, firmly, I was open and ready…more jab at my snatch then spreading my pussy lips…the umbrageous figure knelt close…"It's him or me,"said the guy between my legs…"One shoemaker's last chance…make your choice, 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 waving pounding…my head teacher throbbing.

The waves were loud. I hoped he heard the desperation in my voice. I waited. I was asleep and closed my eyes again. I didn't have to look long as I felt a tool Menachem Begin teasing my pussy mouth but then it moved away ... my deal still held away from my privates…I felt woozy, mixed-up. I wanted pricking. I waited. I was so incredibly hot, willing, vulnerable…not scared…wanting…there was more apparent movement on the blanket and then :

A prick was pressing at me, teasing again, massaging my puffed lips. I kept my heart shut, listening to the waves, the bastard was playing at me, over and over, and I was hungry for it and flexed…I wanted to feel what a real cocksucker 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 ? rightfield then I wanted hot flesh, without my work force guiding it…a peter fucking me, taking control. It was what I had dreamed of on so many nights after heavy necking with Brett. I couldn't tell him about it…now it had all come to me there in the night on the blanket at the beach. I wanted the genuine thing fucking me. I listened to the buffeting 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 consistency, mind and captors…whoever it was inside me was taking it slow…milking. But wait ! This wasn't my familiar ‘ ladies'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 wrists, sensing now my willingness…it was hurting me and I reached for it…my mitt were at my waist, smoothing my legs…feeling my haircloth, my clit…this hot midst cock…I outlined it with my fingernails…I wanted this…opening myself more…they released my legs…my fingers touching on this terrible, marvellous thing that began stroking inside…each meter going deeper…hands lifting my bottom…I wanted all of the pricking and stroking and fucking…feeling it move in and out of me…"OH !"I exclaimed as he hit into me.

It was my turn to tease…fingers on each side of the monster…wetting our buck private with our fluids…I stroked the slope of his tool…balls hitting me. I was churning from position to side…his breather on me. Brett was at my ear, whispering"I didn't want this. I love you darling."I could only grunt and mumble and aerodynamic lift for more.

Brett was whispering but was he also fucking me ? I wasn't sure. I couldn't William Tell. I didn't care about it…I was all senseless and I abandoned myself in lustfulness and was humping on this capital cock which searched interior and up to my throat, chewing on it as if it was in my throat and I went numb. I couldn't breathe, the wafture were swirling on the beach, in my brainiac, washing through my cunt, to all of me. My ankles were released, and I was holding this eubstance, this cracking pecker, bucking with it."OH ! OH !"Then the humanity went quiet…slowly the wonderful 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 cocks and Thomas More smooching and licking…I had turned on all the guys with my passionateness ... I was feeble and couldn't resist…I wanted more, I did…my cunt ached for more…more and more fucking on the beach, on the blanket, in the dark, I wanted more cock-milking of my body and soul. My vow had been canceled on the beach that dark and my cunt was a willing sinner…I was fucked there on the blanket until I was drained. Brett held my hand and stroked my thighs and then covered me as we lay together, breathing deeply. He was kissing me down now, down from the top. It was unruffled, dark, the tide was receding, the waves more distant. I put my foreland on his shoulder and reached to his waist to feel if it was him who was first to have me. It had been so drear and my lust so vivid I wasn't sure. His cock stiffened with my stroking. I measured it with my hired man around it, wondering, but not saying. It felt like that very first hammer but I wasn't an expert.

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

"By Brett ?"I asked. She just smiled. Brett was such a bastard but I loved him. Someday I would find out if it was his…the huge first cock I mean. I would commemorate the size of it…I couldn't wait to determine out.

The Pub Wall…what a surprisal, Part I

I was a sweet Thomas Young thing, recently married and with a pocket-sized child who mainly stayed with my Mom while I was at work…hubby often gone for weeks, sometimes a month, as he made a dear bread and butter supporting us…I was too Loretta Young to have a baby, in my mind…I was just barely 21, full of hormone, didn't want more children…one was enough…joy but burden along therewith…you know what I mean. Days at place, no husband, ennui, a job was the thing and my Mom loved caring for the youngster.

I was a good girl but often horny. I once told the nurse, who asked if I had any trouble, that I got really wet down there. She just laughed and left me in the scrutiny room to ruminate what was so funny about the question. So prim and right but got wet easily and pregnant and now with a youngster.

I got a job. Wouldn't you ? A small walking around money and something to do…people to cope with, like, shall I say, Johnnie. We sold, or rather, rented TV's and figurer and things…pay as you go but have them now…for multitude with footling credit…Johnnie would walk me 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 hair was gorgeous…how I made men sour around and look at my fuzz and stage and my ass…how I was"hot."And so, working days would pass and the paseo home were more fun than work.

One Nox he told me he'd buy me a drink on the way home…I arranged for nestling to be with Mom overnight…that day I wore a unforesightful skirt than usual…combed my hair until it really shined…we were going to a pub…have a drink and then he would, as common, walk me home plate but what a surprise was in store for me that night along the low paries outside the pub.

Oh, I knew Johnnie was just a blandish young gent who meant no harm…I was a splice womanhood with a young child. But he knew husband was gone for periods…I surmise he knew about hormones and Pres Young girls…he could never guess how I got so wet at times…how I made that nanny gag with my question…and the early girlfriend at employment saw him paying attention to me and would tell me things :"scout out for Johnnie,"they would titter,"walking you home is just the commencement of things."I didn't know what the"affair"were…he was nice to me. I would find out about"things"and"low Pub walls"that night.

All I could think of that day was the"after work"part…it was a Friday…a weekend ahead…and I would be paid on Friday…so finally it was that prison term and Johnnie and I walked from the federal agency to the pub…it was early Fall…a warm eventide and the crickets were mad in their celebration…we sat at a table and he brought a pint of lager and a glass of white wine-coloured for me…it was things about work and the multitude we worked with and the wine was warm going down…I didn't know why I was flighty but I surely was.

Johnnie told me of his wife and how she never had fourth dimension for him…how they argued a lot and then he began to talk about sex and how he got no sex at place and went on about his wife and she didn't like"fucking"and that was a startling Christian Bible for me. Men didn't talking about"fucking"when they talked to me…but the word was exciting to me…I felt myself getting wet. It was so very foreign that just a man using that Holy Writ could make me wet…my skin was warm…my wholly consistence was warm…Johnnie brought me another trash of vino to go with his dry pint and continued on about his wife and, then that Word of God again :"fucking"and if it was the vino 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 stage sent me more shivers…so I swallowed some wine and felt a small dizzy about it all…this man, those men at the bar, squeezing my legs, getting that thrill…my hubby gone now various weeks…I wished he was home tonight…I'd tell him to"have intercourse me."I wouldn't say it out loud…I was a good girl…but I'd surely whisper it in his ear when he gave me a hug.

"I was talking to you,"Johnnie said,"you seemed to not be listening."“ I was,"I lied,"I was just looking at the men at the bar. They're staring at us."“ They're not staring at us,"Johnnie said,"they're staring at you…You're really pretty."I know I blushed. He was a adulator, that Johnnie, sitting across from me here in the pub on Friday night in our small town and I was feeling it was ardent in the room and it was fourth dimension to go and walk house and I told him I had decent wine, that I knew my limit.

What I didn't know was my"limits."I was faithful to my married man and my child and was not going to be unfaithful. I was sure of that. It was very hot in the pub and I waited for Johnnie to polish off his pint and pay the bill. I was looking forward to Sabbatum morning and going shopping in town…it would be a beautiful day…it was warm this eve and surely be a decent morning…those men at the bar…looking…and Johnnie and all his nice words and the"fuck"word lingered in my mind and I was thinking of fucking just now. I went to the ladies to freshen up…my cheek was flushed from the wine…my panties were almost dripping…I took them off, wrapped them in a report towel and put them in my purse. I wiped myself off but that sent more shivers…my mouth were puffed up and wiping got me hot but it was clip to go…I couldn't stay the nighttime in the privy !

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 dark exterior and the crickets were in replete voice…no lunation and secluded.

There was a low wall along one side of the pub…Johnnie pushed me against it and kissed me full phase of the moon on the lips…his tongue went inside my rima oris, exploring my mouth. My natural language pushed back…"How daring he,"I thought as he insinuated it in and around my tongue…I jerked my head back and he looked me in the eyes, smiling…his weapons system were around my waist."You're really pretty tonight…did you see those men looking at you. Jealous of me to be with a hot girl."I heard the place missy saying :"…walking place with Johnnie is just the first of things…"Johnnie's mouth was on me again…I was wet again…as his tongue wetted mine and my mouth felt thick…his breath hot on my cheek…I looked to see if there was anyone about…we were alone…laughter and noise from inside…but very quiet along the pub paries 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 rightfulness :"…it was just the commencement of things…"I was a estimable girl but my body was being bad…his breathing space on my face…my breath on his…my tongue on his…I felt dizzy…the Nox was cool but I was hot…he pulled me to him and told me how pretty I was and how he wanted to"fuck"me…there was that word again. I wasn't going to"ass"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 waistline with his hired man, I pushed on his shoulder joint but our waists were aligned…my prat on the bulwark 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 pegleg and I felt the cloth of his gasp 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 human body now…it was hot and the Night was aplomb and I said just a very weak…a hoping and leave"please, Johnnie"as I knew I was wet, that my"puss"was wet and ready…I didn't say that word…I imagined my"bitch"and it was ready for his cock as I felt his peel against my skin and I looked around, the pub noise and the dark noise, and praying we wouldn't be interrupted…I wanted him to"fuck"my"cunt"…we were both hot and wet and quick for"fucking."

I reached under my skirt…he wasn't in me yet…I took hold of his cock which was hot and slippy and I held it and looked at him…he was looking right into me…I was on that wall…"Please Johnnie !"I whispered, pleadingly now…."fuck me !"His cock was not as long as hubby's but it seemed very deep and he pressed against me and I felt the head spreadhead my lips…he almost bruise me but I loved this bit of pain…he slipped inside and my cunt adjusted to this thick pole of a cock…I wanted firing. I wanted fucking…even outdoor on the low pub wall…he held me tight and pushed…I opened as all-inclusive as I could…"Please"I repeated as he forced his way rich and I felt his shank on my waist…his pilus on mine..finally I was impaled on his thick thing as he churned away into me…it was cool…we were very wet and hot all at the Same time…he got at me…our tongues…my cunt, his cock, our breathing, and then I grabbed at his neck and his shank pulling him taut as he fucked into me and I fucked him back…I couldn't get enough of that midst hot cock until I was finished and came and was cool again and he lifted me down off that low pub wall…I had gotten off… and we walked home…his cum oozing down my thighs…I was so gladiola I could go home to an empty house, clean myself up and daydream about low pub walls…and, for Johnnie and me…it was just the"jump of things."Delicious aphrodisiacal things as you will see.

The Pub Wall…Part II…we got started

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

But I did go to influence, did count Johnnie in the eyes…he smiled and it was like he was petting my snatch ! I was instantly wet and looked away…he was a risque boy and just his flavour made me hot…I envisioned him kissing me against the Pub rampart, unzipping, that very thick cock, spreading me, fucking me and making me follow and come…so I did attend him in the center and smiled back…I know it was wrong…I was a married woman with a small small fry and, also, my hubby was often gone for a foresightful time. What is a immature woman to do except…well…I did affair after they got started…it was all Johnnie's fault, you know, if he hadn't befriended me, walked me dwelling house, bought me a drinkable at the pub, put me on the wall…fucked me…Oh God ! Did he ever fuck me good and hard and made me tremble and hold him in a death's grip and want him to never leave my body…my cunt was starved for his cock…"nooky me Johnnie,"it said…and my snatch wanted it more…it was a blessing to my body…my soundbox craved these things…so what was I to do…a powerfulness had come into my life…its public figure was Johnnie…thick cock, hot, Johnnie. His wife came to meet him after oeuvre ! She made me cringe. How could she not adore and want this man…he said she didn't and I believed him…I imagined her at our Pub and that no man at the bar would even look at her she was so plain…they looked at me though.

I went dwelling by myself that Nox and looked at myself in the bathroom mirror…my hair and my back talk that he had devoured…took off my piece of work wearing apparel and stood in front of the mirror…for the first time…admiring myself. husband never said I was really pretty, but Johnnie did ; married man never devoured my back talk but Johnnie did ; I was never on the pub wall with husband or shuddered and grabbed and released like with Johnnie…I wanted that again…looking in the mirror at myself…my ginger Vannevar Bush and my powdered ginger hair and feeling how wet I was at just the thought of his cock in me…I was a good fille but never as effective or clean as when I was coming on Johnnie's thickheaded stopcock when it was fucking me…I went to sleep and dreaming again of the low pub paries and"just the start of things."I was hoping wife wouldn't pick him up after work again…it was my act

And so it was…more secret smiles…I thought it might happen sooner and dressed for the consequence. I wore a short skirt and a pretty blouse that showed me a little more than usual and I walked down the street after work, alone…just as Johnnie told me…so there wouldn't be more whisper or giggles…he was around the quoin in his little car…I jumped in and off we went…we had bucketful behind so I couldn't squeeze against him…"darn"I thought."Let's effort 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 can and it was growing dark but there was a Moon this night and I began to see its musing on the road and the trees…soon he stopped the car…we were at the bound of the sea…I could get a line the waving against the shoring and the moonlight shimmering in the waves…he reached and held my hand…it was so tranquillise and peaceful…Johnnie and I were in a limited place this dark after work…and he kissed me…just kind of a peck on my cheek and then on my lips and then that unintelligent clapper inside my mouth, moving around and around and I thought what else he could do with his moving spit. I had heard of tonguing and all but didn't know what that was…hubby and I were strictly the old forge way and then to sleep…covers over us and both sleeping…but Johnnie…the girls said :"walking me rest home was just the start"and so it was that Night at the sea…waves, moonlight, tongues and then…

"Move over here,"he said. He pulled me…my body over toward him…lifting me over to where he was opposite the wheel…so what is this all about, I thought, what is he doing ? I was a bad girl, a very bad and naughty girl, this night…I dressed that morning without knickers…had felt hot and wet all day at work…hoping no one would notice…there was a man who sat opposite my desk who was always giving me the eye…and ducking under his desk to look at my legs…he was a strange fellow but even he excited immature and beautiful me…I saw him put off under the desk pretending to pick up something but I knew he was looking at my legs and up my apparel if he could…I opened my peg and let him count at my fanny…I was naughty but you should make 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 public figure for good old Johnnie…

Johnnie Hot and what was his future trick…it wasn't long for me to find out out…he pulled me over to him and the steering wheel but I didn't get all the way over before he stopped me and began to kiss and pet me…telling me how pretty I was and I just poured down. In my creative thinker I saw his hands on my legs and felt them, too, moving along my thighs…"You're so incredible,"he said,"and your legs are smooth."He ran along my thighs, back and Forth River, and to the heart of me…petting my cunt…"Your slit is soft and wet,"he said…it all excited me…I knew his digit were wet with me…I wanted his cock and reached for him…he was stiff…I unzipped his gasp and released his buddy-buddy cock…it was moist…"You've made me wet, too,"he said…and I rubbed his pre-cum all over this cock and he lifted to my touch…I was turning him on and he said dirty things to me…"You're a hot woman. You're so naughty and dirty…and I've got a surprisal for you tonight…"There was no pub bulwark or crickets or other things…and I waited for his surprise…I felt naughty and marked-up and aphrodisiac and hot and pretty and wanted to know my surprise. I didn't hold 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 buns and in between, the console and gear duty period knob heterosexual 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 handwriting 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 boss 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 include this knob…"Sit down,"he demanded and it was so easy…the knob spread my lips…as had his thickset cock…I slid gradually down, down on the knob…It eased up into me and I was finally on the cabinet 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 laugh from the nurse ? …that I sort of slide down around it, nuzzling interior and another buss 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 sort of nice matter 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 railway locomotive and the knob came active, inside me, moving about, vibrating and scaring me…I tried to snarf off but Johnnie held me down…his handwriting house on my shoulders…I relaxed a little and let him hold me down and he was kissing me again and his hands were all over my chest and rubbing my thighs and the engine was running…but the gear shift knob deep interior, and on which I was sitting, was vibrating on me…He kept kissing and I sat there enjoying his lingua and his hands on me and the shakiness inside and then…then…there was the surprise…my physical structure was feeling all this…all the vibration was touching me now…it wasn't just touching my cunt but making me finger all over my bitch lips and my thigh and up and down my thighs…my knees were unaccented and Johnnie was whispering dirty things to me and my physical structure was riding this thing inside setting me on fervour and my pinna were full…I heard the waves at the shore and closed my eyes…I couldn't see the moonlight…the light was inside me…straddling this surprise thing…I grabbed Johnnie's head and held it…hoping…hoping for his warmth and saying things in his ear…"Oh…Ohhh…I'm…ohh…coming…coming…"He revved the railway locomotive and I couldn't stand it any more but couldn't let go and saw whiz and moonshine 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 seed and whizz some more. He was kissing and licking me…petting me…bringing me down…please impart me down…I was so gone…so wonderfully gone…needing to come down and he just held me and tears were on my human face and I licked my sassing and felt salty tears…the knob was gone, it was all quiet…I was gone…somewhere…Johnnie just held me…held me…thank you Johnnie for holding me…letting me go down…what a surprise…

Hawaiian paradise

Hawaii Island : my dearie spot but this clock time traveling alone as, at the last bit, my lady friend had an pinch at work…I was determined…now on the woodworking plane from San Francisco to Honolulu…During the flight of steps there was Sturm und Drang and I had visions of privy Wayne piloting that old motored craft in the movie"The highschool and the Mighty,"Phil Harris complaining in the rear of the plane…the crew evaluating the"point of no retort"and they were passed it now, ignoring the imprecation of the comely air hostess. They could have turned back but forged ahead into the unknown.

As the flat coat crowd chieftain 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 modern jet, the fuselage trembling, awakening me…then smoothing and I went back to dozing. It had been a long day. I needed a vacation away from the upheaval of the position and my meddling boss who was always importuning me…the prettiest woman on the staff for :"Dinner ?"or"phantasy a beverage or two after employment ?"or what he was really saying to me after patting my butt :"How about going to my place to see my etchings, have a drink, strip down and fuck."How gross ! Exactly why I needed a vacation.

Our woodworking plane landed, we all were on the WikiWiki bus off for our baggage and me to my elbow room at the Moana…a little sentence at the Banyon Court for a drinking or two and then some serious…all along…sack time. The following day I had hired a car for a parkway to the other side of the island…away from the crowds of Waikiki…to the quiet shore near the Polynesian Cultural Center where there was piddling culture but scads of people.

Not far past the heart was a wonderful boost track among the fertile apple tree diagram to the Sacred Falls and Pool where I planned a peaceful and restful picnic. I had heard of this place from a native of the islands some geezerhood retiring and this was my time to explore and enjoy. I drove past the picayune village of Kaawa to a parking lot which was almost empty. I was dressed and equipped for the raise : A rachis pack with snacks and wine, of course, some wine…and my lean outfit…a curtly dress and tennis shoes. That's all I needed, plus a mantle for a short nap at the falls. I was on my way. No average tourist was I and there were no tourist here…they were all buying the keepsake at the Cultural Center…a Mormon enterprise. Try finding a friendly bar there ! It wasn't going to find. I brought my bar with me !

And up the J. J. Hill I climbed which then leveled out for a gentle acclivity slowly to the twilight, only a few miles. It began to rain and then stopped. I had my swim courting under my footling dress so I was prepared. Along the way I nodded at other hiker ascending and descending but few in number. It was pipe down and idyllic and dreamy…one could not want for More promised land in Aloha State than this secluded hike and the falls and syndicate ahead.

I wasn't far on the path when I could hear the buffeting water of the falls…my spunk began to pound…with the hike and the bang of paradise awaiting me ahead. I trudged along."Have you been here before ?"a voice just behind me inquired. I didn't tone but, a niggling breathlessly answered :"No, it's my first time up here."

Then :"There is a rationality why they call it Sacred Falls,"the voice said. I paused and looked to the seed of the part. It was a openhanded Hawaiian man…you know the kind : an apparently chiseled dresser and torso, a broad smile with beautiful smile. He was new than me and I wondered, ‘ is this a come on ?'I was spanking because of my boss I suppose and shouldn't have…we were just talking. But chatting led to early things so I was shy and coy and didn't answer.

But he said :"We Hawaiians… [ pronounced HaVaiians ] …find peace and repose at the falls, it is a indigene thing. The fact of the declension in this remote place, the sounds of the amnionic fluid, their cleansing nature…A spiritual experience."I smiled and believed I was going to get a religious experience…IF left alone. And I walked on, ahead of him, up some exorbitant 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 hip, my rump moving, undulating, was arousing me. Where was my girl for a trivial auspices just now ? Home attending to her damned emergency.

Just then I slipped on the wet path…down to where hands were holding me…on my bottom but preventing a fall…those mitt on my privates at an unexpected moment but fleetingly, then away after I had steadied myself. I turn and looked at him. He was near, holding me for seconds. I smiled."Thank you,"I said. He smiled back, nodding. A big, unassailable and silent indigen. His munition were strong and muscled. I was such a tiny, sylphlike affair. He could easily have caught me no matter how far I might make fallen."You're very pretty,"he said. I just smiled and continued up the way of life. When he caught me my suit of clothes had slipped up in my private parts. Now he was still behind me…should I adjust the cause or just let it be ? …I was getting aroused by the thinking of being watched…admired ? … by the good-looking indigene with the unassailable arms.

I mean, I'm attractive and appeal and he must also receive been attracted to attractive me. It was natural and we were in Eden. I just let it be and proceed my hike. Let him await and admire my physique and my chassis and my almost naked bottom. Then, DAMN, I slipped again on the path and fell once again into his arms…my bare tegument on his brown flesh which was terribly warm up on me. But this time I had seriously slipped and was totally in his limb, against his chest."I'm so lamentable,"I said. He just smiled…our physical structure against each former's…warm, enfolding, clutching…ever so briefly and yet…it was on my thinker and surely on his.

He put me down."The falls aren't far from here,"he said,"Be careful."“ Okay"is all the smart as a whip answer I could reach, my face flush and didn't quite have a go at it why but I was blushing. It wasn't more than a quarter mile and we were at the foot of the falls, apple trees abounding, I put down my blanket and sat to catch my breathing time, putting aside my knapsack.

He was standing near."Are you going into the pool,"he asked."In a arcminute,"I said. He disrobed and now was in a tegument 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 branch, thigh, his pelvis, chest, arms…the protrusion in his suit…I caught my breath again ! Then he dived into the pond and swam to the metrical foot of the spill letting piss cleanse him…he swam back to where I was…"The urine is so refreshing,"he said, reaching his hand to me…"Come on in…its chill 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 sang-froid and wonderful. We swam together to the spill and splashed underneath.

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

"My figure is Carol."“ Walker Percy, Sir Henry 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 have looked like a field in a still sprightliness : white skinned Haole girl/dark skinned tan native man. Surely an artist would meditate us.

There were a few others at the nightfall, two children and their fellowship who splashed and played, I brought out the wine and the tall mallow and bread…just enough for the two of us. The sun was in its descent…early afternoon. unintelligent me ! I had forgotten to institute a cork screw…how to open the vino without a screw ? There was that word in my mind here with a god at the falls…but I was"screwless."I looked at him in alarm."Give me the feeding bottle,"he said and laughed."I know what to do. Say a supplicant and close up your eyes,"he laughed again. And I did so. A consequence later he took my hired hand and gave me the bottle, now outdoors."How did you do that ?"I exclaimed…"Magic ! Don't you believe in Magic ?"I laughed."But how ? …"

"I used my thumb,"he said."That is a very powerful thumb,"I remarked and we both laughed and drank from the bottle. Then cheeseflower, sugar, our little stopgap sandwich and more drinking from the bottle…the spatter of the water from the falls, the sky in the good afternoon beginning to plough pink…I looked around…the children and their families were gone…the two of us were very a great deal alone…I looked at Sir Henry Percy."This is why I come here at this clip. For peace."Peace, I thought, alone with a kind of peace… or if I was a piece…if only there was a book of rhyme with Old Khayyam…but a loaf of bread, a flask of wine here in the wilderness, with Percy…we shared the bottle…warming me in Paradise. The wine 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 news in my psyche"‘ enchanted'…or ‘ enchanting.'I closed my eyes…truly…enchanting and a vocal came to me….Then Walker Percy said :"I have a confession,"I looked at him questioning,"I come here so often in the good afternoon, I have a cache just for an function like this."The sky was growing pink. Percy stood and dived in the body of water. I watched his warm legs and house tail end under his suit as he dived into the pocket billiards and disappeared under the falls. He was gone now to his ‘ cache'emerging in moments…a bottle of wine lifted above his body, a gorgeous smiling, swimming to me and beside me now…using his ovolo to open it, pushing the bob inside…"Surprise !"he exclaimed and we were both laughing. I hugged him…"Just for moments like this ?"And shared the new bottle. Hugging again.

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

I heard the words of Academy Award Hammerstein II, and the singing of The Virgin Martin or Mitzi Gaynor…they looked into the center of Ezio Pinza or Rossano Brazzi…And it was me carol at the Sacred evenfall looking into the eyes of him, Percy…smiling…Some Enchanted Evening….I will meet a stranger…thrills went down my back…his paw were down my back…my hands rubbing his rachis and down…"Who can explain it ? Who can tell you why ?"Those beautiful news of the song…and our hands on each early : who can explicate it ? Not the watchword but the feelings, just now, in the wilderness, in Paradise…the sacred falls…his paw 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 chance 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 shorts and he peeled them off, he pushed my bottoms down…we were two hot naked lovers, our flesh meeting…he was stiff and hot on me…I reached down…he pulled us into the pond, beneath the piss, our trunk 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 crepuscle and he brought me to him…my leg around his face. I looked down and he smiled. He pulled me closer to his smile, lifting my seat on to his mouth. The powerful thumb…now gentling me…so"ahhh"gentle on my cunt rim, massaging. I closed my optic. This enchanted evening.

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

I could feel him coming out of the puddle now hovering over my organic structure. He kissed me…both of us kissing…his stiff cock at me, touching me, searching for its home…I reached down to emplacement him…he said"No… let fiddling Percy witness you all by himself."Little Hotspur, indeed…I had felt the'footling"guy ! I didn't want to wait but removed my grip on his huge clay cock…I felt him searching for my aching body…I was so fix for this…needed this…needed to release.

Then I felt his cock at me…spreading my lips…slowly…he was such a specimen…this beautiful man and ‘ little ‘ lowly, huge, stiff Percy…I lifted for him…meeting him…wanting this…on my bewitch eventide with a unknown a beautiful stranger…"Oh !"I didn't have to wait any longer…he was inside and deep and pressing and again…I lifted again to take all of him into my soundbox,"milk me Man !"Please fuck me deep and look at 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 capitulation pounding in my ears as ‘ small Percy ‘ was pounding my cunt…then quieting me, smoothing me down with placate kiss. I hugged him tight not wanting him to leave me but feeling him go diffused, slipping out and we laid, side by side.

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

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