Being more adumbrate stories by former ladies who enjoyed orgasms in different metre and unsuspected places.

Rear perspective Mirror, Part I by phyllisroger

I used to walk house from my after-school job…a mates sea mile or more…and in those days…of having my beginning job…I was enjoying my sexuality…my breast were ample and boys made me pay attention to myself with their aspect and stares before I knew all about'things.'But by this time, I was a piffling elder and liked to show myself off to boys and my teachers…it made me feel important besides just being a good girl with commodity grades.

It was still a very private thing : show and depict off but…well, it was then I began to go to shoal without panty and it made me feel brave though it was from some of the other young lady that I first heard about not wearing them. Little did the boy know when they admired me, there was only the fabric of my school dress separating their looks from something truly special that would have opened their eyes wide and realize them clobber their lips. Just walking around that way aroused me Thomas Young body.

But after employment, in my sexy pantyless province, I would walk home and think of school and my job and, in finicky, the older boy who also worked there. He had a pocket-sized car and one day drove up alongside as I was walking plate 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 buttocks for me as I jumped back in and sat in the piddling jump seat with my legs partly up and my dress 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 bit his dog jumped back on me and I pushed it away."That's okay…he the likes of citizenry and won't sting. Just pet him behind the spike,"he said and I did. Doggie licked my nerve as I rubbed his ears and he struggle his legs around, pushing my dress down and exposing my legs. I pushed it back up but the doggie was enjoying his ears being rubbed, was very commove and his paws fumbled all over me, messing my garb and even stepping on my crotch !

I looked in my friend's ass 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 favorable with me but I pushed him down on the seat. There was slight room in the seat and he was finally sitting between my legs and panting…his doggie tongue going back and forth, slobbering on my frock so I pushed him down and away. untimely affair to do !

I pushed him down between my ramification and he licked my leg on one side and then the other and I was still rubbing his ears as I was told. I looked in the rear view mirror. My admirer's eyes were glued to the scene in his back seat and I realized why. My wearing apparel was pushed to my waist and he could see my bareness underneath. I thought he would look away and cave in me seclusion but he didn't. He said :"Go ahead !"I didn't know what he meant but the doggie was still licking up my peg and it felt near. I wanted more doggie lap and he was wide of licks : the side of meat of this leg, then that, and my friend staring. It was suddenly very quiet in the piffling car or was it that my ears were ringing ? I felt hot there in the back arse with barker, a whacking knife and those eyes in the rise up view mirror…watching.

He moved the mirror to a angle and I could see myself now and my private parts and then the doggie at work and it was all very erotic to me just then. I laid my head back to catch my breath. incorrect 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 body jolted."Let him lick you…no one will know,"my friend said as he kept looking at my bleakness.

The car seemed to be moving very slowly and I petted the dog's ears some more and reached down to spread my bitch lips for him…it was naughty…but I was aroused and wanted Sir Thomas More whacking and he was doing just that. When I watched my Friend's eyes and his smile it made me even hotter like I was not only cuming for the doggy but also with him at the like time and I opened my legs wider to exhibit him everything I had. I was slender, with sizeable breasts and my cunt was getting ginger hair and I felt proud and hot showing myself to him as the dog kept at me. It was all ad-lib and dirty and my ears were full.

Then I felt a quiver at my waistline and my legs got shaky as the dog licked me all over and between my backtalk and on my button, which made me rock. Doggie churned me and licked and licked. My read/write head was laid back, my eyes were shut and I peeked to see my friend gripping the bike. He was breathing deeply too at the scene. I was shortly of breath and gasping for air as the dog had his way with me. I was spending on his tongue…he was getting frantic with my taste. I hoped we'd never get 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 petty seat and pushed him away. I couldn't take any more. That dog had made me cum hard on that spicy natural language and all in homely view. I was still breathing hard as the car stopped. I was home. I straightened my dress.

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

Rear View Mirror, Part II

I got out of his car, petted the beautiful dog on his head and ear, very soft cuddly ears, and he licked my hand ;"dog slobber"on my script,"Yuk !"but when I walked into my household my privates was still wet and dripping with his other"slobber"which made me shake and jog yesteryear Mum to my way and get the nighest tissues to clean up. I sat on the bed, cleansing and touch and laid back ; my legs bare and cool and played with myself, still wetting up and came again quickly."Honey, come down and help with me with the potato !"It was Mum and she broke the spell, putting on my scanty so I wouldn't dripping, cleaning again and down to assist with dinner."Your grimace is red,"Mum said,"did you run home from body of work ? You seem out of breath."I just nodded and began peeling and dreaming of the following day's ride, and you know the drive I mean.

But then there was school, which went very slow, and off to forge but the boy wasn't there so oeuvre was a material pain and it wasn't until several Clarence Shepard Day Jr. 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 pulse and the clock moved dull. It was pay day and I got my software package :"Mum won't be back for a yoke Sir Thomas More hour,"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 backside again, he was already checking me out in his rear view mirror and if some girls take awhile to get in the climate for fun it wasn't this girl or this dog, he was already nosing around. It was a warm day, windows down, the air blowing my hair, the spirit of the ocean and my chief was resting, my capitulum pounding when he stopped the car and I sat up, alert. We weren't at the beach yet and,"My friend needed a drive, too, and here he is."In the climate and now out of the mood just as agile as that his protagonist got in the social movement and we all said"Hi"and off we went. Now I pushed the dog away from me and held his taking into custody making him sit beside and away from me ; he was just as fuddle as was I at these developments. talk 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 pick up the wave and the mewlling fall guy with their piercing cries.

"I brought some snacks and things,"my piece of work friend said,"let's just relax here. It's very pretty. You're very pretty. seminal fluid on, just relax, my admirer knows all about things."I couldn't believe my ears at that input but what was I to do. I was in the back derriere of a two door car. I had nowhere to go and had all kind of arithmetic mean 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 unleash and see what he does. We all want to ascertain him."So there I was, my eubstance fix, my mind not so much and he was licking my calf and my knee and above my articulatio genus and two son in the front seat, one looking through the mirror and the former adjusting in his seat looking right at me. He smiled and I grimaced. I wasn't ready for a sec boy even if HE was gear up for a show but the dog was sure cook and aroused and this metre he was humping my leg, licking my boldness, then trying to nose me and I was being watched by four eyes in the strawman hindquarters and I was breathing hard now, nerve red, ear ringing, gulls crying and my soundbox crying for that dog no matter where I was and suddenly I didn't guardianship who was watching.

It was a hot scene. Then it wasn't just the dog tool that was out but two more than stiff rooster were out and everyone was petting everyone it seemed…the new boy climbed in the back seat and kissed me, putting my hand on him. His shaft was slippery ; I was slippery and he pulled up my dress, I was past it now and didn't care, I surprised myself and was stroking stopcock, opening my snatch for the dog with my early paw, and dog was at me with his stupid, wonderful, wet, tenacious tongue all over me there and everything was dreamy in my head and consistence, my legs were tingly and alive, like the boy's stiff prick,"Don't stop,"he said,"Ohh, just like that, don't, don't stop,"and he lifted his butt and charge his cum in the air landing on the dog's back but I kept at him until he was limp. Then he just held my handwriting and slumped in the place, so it was my go now to talk to my dog and his clapper was up me and out and around and inside again, I opened my optic and there was our driver wanking himself and spending on the steerage 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 Thomas More tongue and there were hands on my stage, then a hand on the dog's tool guiding it to me, hitting at my slit lips, wetting me more but he was one phrenetic canine at this point poking at a very phrenetic girl's body. I said"No !"and then"No !"again but affair were out of control.

The dog was hurting my arse when he missed and missed again, that sharp pointy affair missing the mark, stabbing away."Scoot down more ; overturn up a little ; don't tantalization an animal."“ No ! Don't,"I said but lifted up more, scooting down. My ears were full and I scooted down ; this meter he didn't Miss and I felt this smooth prick stab again but thrust sliding inside and I had set the dog on ardour, pounding me inside, again and again. I was on fire, my cunt hot and set, lifting and writhing on this stabbing affair ; we were joined and"No, don't"had become"No, don't stop."The rear perspective mirror showed my start eye like they were in a trance, I knew my altogether eubstance was tense, waiting for another thrust and another and I was hearing parole like the boy ‘ s :"Don't plosive consonant. Please don't, don't stop. Just there just there, Ohh, ohh."Words wouldn't come ; licking my sass, trying to breath, tasting the SALT air, the boy petting my second joint, 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 attire, hoping Mum hadn't come home early. I needed a bath ; I was still in a swither, needed to cleanse up and cool down. She wouldn't believe I had run home a second metre that week and I didn't want to explain, obviously."It was just a one prison term thing."I said."I'm not that kind of girl."And mentation, wondering, about the future ride home."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 package and had a new shorter dress in mind and it would be easier to elevate up for things.



Not just my toes got tending !

I loved to get set for Saturday dark and as a Danton True Young girl showing off my"wares"at the local anaesthetic dance which meant for me a lot of primping with my hair, my fingernails nicely painted with my toes to match and I spent to the highest degree of the day getting ready for the nighttime : laying out my clothes, what I would bust ( and not wear upon ! I was a aphrodisiac affair and didn't wear a finish outfit if you get my lead ). My routine : a exhaustive bath and after that, my body all radiant, a pedicure.

Mum and sisters were out for their own Saturday routines and I was alone in the house to pamper and preen myself. I had a particular date that Nox for the dance ; a cute guy who liked to dance and sense me up, hands all over me, under me and in between, during and after the terpsichore, lots of kissing and cuddling and thinking about Saturday night got me going in style even during the day.

Our house was quiet with everyone else gone and after my bath I was toweled and squatting on a low faeces painting my finger and now my toes. Everything had to tally : fingers, toes, hair palm setting off my dress. My foot in a pan of warm pee, knees up and sitting on the dejection, my fiddling doggie nearby, tongue out as usual, walking to my pan of piddle, sniffing around, looking up as I patted his head and began to bring down my toenails, bow-wow licking my fingers and sniffing my toes when I took a foot from the fond water, I patted his question and stroked his gentle ears.

So picture this : a pretty girl, like me, only covered with a towel ( covered ? Not totally comprehend, I mean it was just a towel. ) but I was alone in our kitchen, knees up, towel slipping to my shank, my common soldier, radiant from the bathroom, and there for the world to see but I was alone and buck private, pretty practically alone, legs apart to better give my pes, my toes closed together, the mouth of my cunt closed but my crotch open so I could get at my feet, doggie ready for head-patting, hand licking, me thinking of my date at the terpsichore that dark, totally clean from my bathtub, but thinking of what date and I would be doing and feeling in dingy recess of the dance mansion and afterward when he would play with me and I would"dance"my consistence on his hired 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 snog my sass and tell me how pretty I am and how he loved my naked twat ; that he was beaming 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 capitulum, his licking bow-wow tongue on my handwriting and then my toes but then he went between my knees and his cold nose brought me back to the kitchen and my pedicure. I pushed him away :"Naughty boy. Your nose is low temperature !"and he looked up at me curious, seeming to smile and licking his mouth.

Then I was back to my feet and the common cold olfactory organ again that shocked me but doggie had my fragrance and wanted Thomas More, his nose slipping all along my kooz from bottom up to top and I gasped when he slid up to the top and that cold nose on my fanny sent a thrill like it was my day of the month was at me, but now it was during the day, an too soon excitement before the dance that night and I pushed his nose away.

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

I wasn't comfortable. I was a good miss but his cold nose was exciting my crotch and it was our very individual thing ; who would know ; the kitchen was quiet except my ears were ringing ; then doggie's wet cold nozzle was back on my slit spreading my lips apart with another shocking slide. My wooden leg opened more as legs will and that frigid nose from tail end to top, sliding up my wet slit, hitting my clitoris, sending a jounce and I put my hand on his head, this time petting his nose, his thrilling nose and then that tongue, up the walls of my slit again,"Good doggie,"this sentence, getting me wet, his tongue had my taste and he was at it.

It was too tardy for me to stop ; I wanted this now ; I was by intellection, it was too naughty, too effective and shake up and verboten all together, tongue and buns now in control. I was dancing in my idea feeling good thing. My towel slipped off and I was smoothing my knees and down my legs, spreading my sassing for my stir doggie and his anxious clapper, making me drop, licking up my spend and I was petting his ear, lifting his sassing on me. His tongue was dipping inside my slit for more and I was hot at my center ; my torso was throbbing now as his frigidness nose and hot tongue were bringing me off like no escort had ever done at any dance or in any dark corner, my toes curling up, and here in the centre of my quiet kitchen I could hear my date whispering as I came and came, this time not on his fingers, as he was holding my face. This time coming on a young pooch's spit and I was holding barker ‘ s face, hoping he wouldn't stop, not now in the heart 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 trough, both of us panting. I looked down at my feet, easing them down in the water and finally cooling down from my thrilling pedicure. Sabbatum Nox had come early. I knew I was guilty of this but had the rightfulness to remain soundless even with the sonorousness still loud in my ears and making me grin, licking my lips.

A Vow Broken…or Was it ?

It wouldn't happen these daylight but when my fellow and I started dating there were different rules : prophylactic were firmly to witness, virginity was important, nonchalant sex was for ‘ early'multitude, etc., etc. So it is no surprisal that when Brett and I started getting good we made hallowed promises to each early including :"no sex before marriage"though we loved each other. And, you know, being unspoilt kids we stuck to it. I mean, after we began dating he kissed me on our thirdly date ( another old rule ) and then we graduated to other tings, like tits…fifth date…and I had to be persuaded at that…the rest was downhill…or uphill depending on how we looked at it..and from then on it wasn't long before he was in my pants…I did a little underground act at starting time, to tease apart him…it felt so good to have his hand on me there, his fingers getting slippery from me…and then I was unzipping him…heavy petting during and after a show at the drive-in…It was the firstly upright cock I had seen, or stroked or kissed…I learned all about tool and how to shove, kiss, caress, make it wet…then he got me to lick him. He showed me all about my consistence 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 desperate for what the real thing would be like but we had agreed to await. We had taken the Vow !

One night we were at a political party at a champion's house and we miss got to talking…the son on another side of the room…I told them about my vow with Brett and it got discussed and some of the missy tittered at that and said we'd really already had sex…just not penetration. Of class, his clay cock had penetrated my rima oris and his fingerbreadth had penetrated my wet cunt and …I loved it when we did that…but no putz penetrating cunt…and we were proud of that but there it was…the insight word…we were abstaining from that one, penultimate, thing…indulging in the residue. 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 voice. I confess I had impulse beyond what we did…I didn't William Tell Brett of my foiling but I took fear of them in another way. My body…my cunt…still ached for Brett but we had our vow…damn !

A few week after the party, Bret and I went on a double date and drove to the beach. We had a couple six packs…we weren't complete prudes…and sat on the sand on blankets my girlfriend brought and we were soon drinking, laughing, kissing, intuitive feeling and all…Brett was under my dress, inside my panties as common, his fingers setting me on fire and my girlfriend 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 neat ?"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 deliver an treatment for you two lovebirds,"and then her beau announced :"right field here…right now !"I didn't know what to think or say…

My legs snapshot together ; I pushed my dress down, Brett stopped what he was doing. I felt threatened."No…"I said,"We're not having an intervention."Her young man responded :"Oh yes we are…Enough of this 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 stuff is turd !"

It was two other guy wire who were at the party a few week before…I was shocked and a little scared. What would happen ? They had planned all this. Did Brett have it away, too ? My nous was a mess…my torso hot…but my brain a mess.

"We're taking charge here, you two idiots. Brett's girl is one hot chick and I've wanted to hump her myself,"the voice in the shadow said. I tried to see his face but everything was shadows. And the moving ridge were pounding…the moxie in my toes. There was Moon and swarm and the pounding of the Wave and my head was throbbing."There's a fourth dimension for piece of ass,"he said…"that time is now !"

I started to suffer but hands pushed me back down on the blanket…holding me there…and…"we saw what you were doing with your boyfriend…you were all over each other…it's time to wind 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 help but Brett was understood. What an bastard ! I think he liked the whole scene…I thought he might even suffer planned it…"This wasn't my idea, honest,"he said. He was still a suspect ! And now there were hands, set of hands, holding my wrist above my head and grabbing my leg at the ankles, holding them apart, my clothes 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 ! Stop !"

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

"Can't let that fairly cunt go to dissipation,"said another. There was that exciting word…cunt…and it was my cunt…which until a few bit before was wet, hot and excited. Now, I confess, the scene and the hands holding…it was all exciting and my pass pounded. Another confession : I was still wet, hot, stimulate and still a petty scared.

I was in the firm bobby pin of guy rope 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 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 piffling Virgo cunt…I flexed…a hot lingua licking up one side of meat and then up the other…a cold horn in moving on my clit…which stiffened to the spit and I squirmed again but this sentence, spontaneously, it felt so good…I fought the feeling…didn't want my body to respond but it did. I dug my bottom into the blanket but two workforce lifted my bottom cheeks…thumbs spreading me. This had to contain. The air was cool, undulation were licking the shoreline…the whacking of my snatch was continuing. I tried to move to one side of meat, then the other, my leg being held, and squeezed my cunt but the licking…Oh God…that tongue ! Hands lifting me up…the licking cover. I couldn't help it and then another lick. I had to let myself go now. My body had taken charge.

"She's a hard one, but wet and tasty,"the voice said, between licks…and oh that damned nose lifting my clit…I couldn't avail it. I just couldn't. It was feeling good and I didn't want anyone to sleep together. I was thrashing my headway from side to side…"No…don't"I said but now I was just mumbling. His hand was on my breadbasket, pulling my pelt back…lifting my clit…a nose, a thumb…it was too, too good. I couldn't aid myself and lifted for Sir Thomas More of his wonderful tongue.

His tongue was slipping in me and along my slit rampart as I twisted from side to side…I opened my eyes and saw Brett in the shadows…he just stood there, watching me…the whoreson ! 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 Wave,"Uh, UH, UH, OH"I spasmed. The beach was forte and awake with body of water rushing in, rushing out ; my feelings were rushing the same…my impudence hot, blushing. I hoped they couldn't see me. He pushed on my stomach, licking harder…in an awful, beautiful rhythm…he was a bastard…all of them…Brett and all of them.

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

I tried once more to squirm away and I slipped from his grip on my bitch lips but only briefly as he encircled my peg with his arms, lifting me for life-threatening tonguing…I was captured…no way out…"UH, OH !"but I was not getting away from him this time. I was in lust…beginning to relax, wanting this violation…and lifted now, arching open up for his lingua and my other capturer sensing my lust, released my carpus. My girlfriends whispered words coming to me again :"No one's going to suffer you."To be honest it didn't hurt so far…NO ! it didn't hurt at all. I was starting to suffer for more.

My hands went to the head of this licking illegitimate child at my waist and I rode that face…writhing on his mouth as wave were pulsing inside me now. Suddenly he stopped."She's set up hombre !"he said…"My tongue's tired ! Saviour !"I started to make relaxed a little, my wet purulent undefendable to the Nox but my mortise joint were still held…my hands covered my genitalia and for the first time I realized how wet I was…I had never been that wet…I was embarrassed and looked into the sour shadows of these cat and my girlfriend…but I hadn't cum yet…it had felt adept but my body needed finishing…my body was thirsting for the finis but was cooling down rapidly. I said nada but I was silently begging for more….my cunt was aching…the cool down air was on my cunt lips..inside I was bursting and hot.

"Come on Brett. We've got her ready…now end up her !"Oh no, I thought : OUR VOWS ! I looked up. Brett just stood there…looking at me, the scene, the guys and my girlfriend…I could see her smiling in the phantasm. Brett and I had our vows, after all…it was sacred to me and to him…they couldn't be broken…or could they ?

"seminal fluid 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 oculus, I looked back…my leg being held and spread open…my kitty hot and dripping, my genial state confused and hot…and I do think of HOT ! We loved each former ; we were going to wed some day…why were we putting it off ? I was confused, doubting, questioning my futurity husband and his resolve…I laid my head back, closed my eyes…It was dead on target : I was hot, and ready and aching…

"make up your intellect, guy,"it was the part holding one of my ramification. I looked up, Brett looked at me, lying there, about to be ravished by others…or Him…what to do. I shook my heading :"No !"I said, but just mumbling. I could see he was weakening. He was so handsome, a tent in his drawers, I wanted him so much…"What can I do honey ?"he said."It's either them or me. You love me, don't you ?"I froze. No motion. We had promised each other, various clip 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."

present moment passed…I heard a zipper…zippers ? …and then felt someone getting between my legs…I stared up at the dark sky…my hands over my crotch, deal taking my wrists away from my hot consistence, exposing me again, pushing them back over my heading. I felt effort between my stage and a soaked cock poking at me, I looked up at Brett, standing there, looking down….then mortal held my radiocarpal joint, firmly, I was open and ready…more jab at my slit then spreading my pussy lips…the shadowy figure knelt close…"It's him or me,"said the guy between my legs…"One death chance…make your pick, Brett…it's you or me…you're set and so am I."I looked at him and then at Brett…"Brett,"I grunted…"Please avail me."I didn't know if he heard me with all the wave pounding…my head throb.

The waves were flash. I hoped he heard the desperation in my voice. I waited. I was numb and closed my eyes again. I didn't have to hold off long as I felt a pecker Menachem Begin teasing my pussy lips but then it moved away ... my hands still held away from my privates…I felt dizzy, scattered. I wanted pricking. I waited. I was so incredibly hot, will, vulnerable…not scared…wanting…there was more movement on the blanket and then :

A prick was pressing at me, teasing again, massaging my whiff mouth. I kept my oculus shut, listening to the waves, the prick was playing at me, over and over, and I was hungry for it and flexed…I wanted to feel 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 then I wanted hot flesh, without my deal guiding it…a hammer fucking me, taking control. It was what I had dreamed of on so many nights after cloggy petting with Brett. I couldn't recite him about it…now it had all come to me there in the Nox on the blanket at the beach. I wanted the real thing fucking me. I listened to the hammer wafture and wanting my own pounding…that prick was entering me now and I lifted to fit it.

I was a absorbed to my body, mind and captors…whoever it was inside me was taking it slow…milking. But wait ! This wasn't my associate ‘ madam'size, for personal use, my dildo toy…this was hot…and big…BIG…it was stretching me like never before…it would fit, wouldn't it ? My personal dildo was slender, delicate…this thing inching into me was awful…I lifted as it squeezed inside…stretching me, exploring, the guys released my carpus, sensing now my willingness…it was hurting me and I reached for it…my hands were at my waist, smoothing my legs…feeling my hairs, my clit…this hot midst cock…I outlined it with my fingernails…I wanted this…opening myself more…they released my legs…my finger's breadth touching on this terribly, wonderful thing that began stroking inside…each time going deeper…hands lifting my bottom…I wanted all of the pricking and stroking and fucking…feeling it travel 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 genital organ with our fluids…I stroked the side of his tool…balls hitting me. I was churning from side of meat 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 lift for more.

Brett was whispering but was he also fucking me ? I wasn't sure. I couldn't tell. I didn't care about it…I was all senseless and I abandoned myself in lust and was humping on this capital cock which searched inside and up to my throat, chewing on it as if it was in my throat and I went numb. I couldn't breathe, the waves were swirling on the beach, in my brain, washing through my slit, to all of me. My mortise joint were released, and I was holding this eubstance, this not bad cock, bucking with it."OH ! OH !"Then the populace went quiet…slowly the marvellous cock softened and withdrew.

I didn't want it to pass on and I squeezed to book it but it slipped out. Then there were other cocks and more kissing and licking…I had turned on all the Guy with my cacoethes ... I was weak and couldn't resist…I wanted more, I did…my pussy ached for more…more and more screwing on the beach, on the blanket, in the dark, I wanted more cock-milking of my body and soul. My vow had been canceled on the beach that night and my puss 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 placidity, dark, the lunar time period was receding, the undulation more distant. I put my head on his shoulder and reached to his waist to feel if it was him who was first to accept me. It had been so morose and my lust so intense I wasn't sure. His cock stiffened with my stroke. I measured it with my bridge player around it, wondering, but not saying. It felt like that very start rooster 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 sustain doing this. We had a modified vow. It had been a one dark thing. One matter was for indisputable. 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 face 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 gear cock I mean. I would remember the size of it…I couldn't wait to retrieve out.

The Pub Wall…what a surprise, persona I

I was a sweet untested matter, recently married and with a little tike who mainly stayed with my Mom while I was at work…hubby often gone for weeks, sometimes a month, as he made a good living supporting us…I was too young to have a nestling, in my mind…I was just barely 21, full-of-the-moon of hormone, didn't want to a greater extent children…one was enough…joy but burden along therewith…you know what I mean. Days at home, no husband, boredom, a job was the thing and my Mom loved caring for the youngster.

I was a good little girl but often steamy. 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 muse what was so funny about the question. So prim and proper but got wet easily and significant and now with a youngster.

I got a job. Wouldn't you ? A niggling walking around money and something to do…people to meet, like, shall I say, Johnnie. We sold, or rather, rented TV's and calculator and things…pay as you go but have them now…for masses with little credit…Johnnie would walk me household sometimes and blandish me along the way…"Do you recognize 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 turn around and spirit at my hair and stage and my ass…how I was"hot."And so, working days would lead and the walking menage were more fun than work.

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

Oh, I knew Johnnie was just a flatter young bloke who meant no harm…I was a get hitched with woman with a untested child. But he knew married man was gone for periods…I guesswork he knew about hormones and young girls…he could never guess how I got so wet at times…how I made that nurse laugh with my question…and the early girlfriend at work saw him paying aid to me and would separate me things :"Watch out for Johnnie,"they would titter,"walking you home is just the start of things."I didn't know what the"things"were…he was nice to me. I would recover 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 meter and Johnnie and I walked from the place to the pub…it was former Fall…a warm even and the crickets were mad in their celebration…we sat at a tabular array and he brought a pint of lager and a ice of White person wine for me…it was matter about work and the people we worked with and the wine was warm going down…I didn't know why I was aflutter but I surely was.

Johnnie told me of his married woman and how she never had clock time 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 galvanise word for me. Men didn't talk 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 word could realise me wet…my skin was warm…my whole trunk was warm…Johnnie brought me another glass of vino to go with his dry pint and continued on about his married woman and, then that word again :"fucking"and if it was the wine or the password 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 legs sent me more shivers…so I swallowed some wine and felt a lilliputian dizzy about it all…this man, those men at the bar, squeezing my peg, getting that thrill…my hubby gone now several weeks…I wished he was home tonight…I'd William Tell him to"bang me."I wouldn't say it out loud…I was a thoroughly girl…but I'd surely whisper it in his ear when he gave me a hug.

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

What I didn't know was my"limits."I was congregation 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 finish his dry pint and pay the vizor. I was looking forward to Sat dayspring and going shopping in town…it would be a beautiful day…it was warm this evening and surely be a squeamish morning…those men at the bar…looking…and Johnnie and all his nice words and the"shtup"Logos lingered in my mind and I was thinking of fucking just now. I went to the ladies to freshen up…my aspect was flushed from the wine…my pantie were almost dripping…I took them off, wrapped them in a paper towel and put them in my handbag. I wiped myself off but that sent more shivers…my brim 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 pint and off we went…waving good night to the bar keep…the men at the bar gave us…me…a hold up smile and wave…and off we popped. It was very dark-skinned outside and the crickets were in full voice…no moon and secluded.

There was a low bulwark along one side of the pub…Johnnie pushed me against it and kissed me full on the lips…his tongue went inside my oral fissure, exploring my sassing. My tongue pushed back…"How dare he,"I thought as he insinuated it in and around my tongue…I jerked my head word back and he looked me in the eyes, smiling…his arms were around my waist."You're really pretty tonight…did you see those men looking at you. Jealous of me to be with a hot girl."I heard the government agency girls saying :"…walking house with Johnnie is just the start of things…"Johnnie's back talk 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 in good order :"…it was just the start of things…"I was a proficient girl but my body was being bad…his breath on my face…my breath on his…my clapper on his…I felt dizzy…the night was cool but I was hot…he pulled me to him and told me how pretty I was and how he wanted to"fuck"me…there was that word again. I wasn't going to"fuck"him and told him"No."But his spit was whispering to me and his lips were teasing me and I was wet and hot and said"Johnnie…please don't…please…"He lifted me onto the wall…holding my waist with his hands, I pushed on his shoulders but our waists were aligned…my bottom on the wall his shank pressing against me. I looked to be trusted we were alone.

I heard him unzip and he was around my waist again…moving between my legs and I felt the textile of his pants against them…pushing and spreading them…"Please Johnnie,"I said again but it was not a"please don't"it was too late for that as I felt his figure now…it was hot and the night was sang-froid and I said just a very weak…a hoping and uncoerced"please, Johnnie"as I knew I was wet, that my"twat"was wet and ready…I didn't say that word…I imagined my"slit"and it was ready for his cock as I felt his cutis against my tegument and I looked around, the pub noise and the Night noise, and praying we wouldn't be interrupted…I wanted him to"have intercourse"my"cunt"…we were both hot and wet and ready for"fucking."

I reached under my skirt…he wasn't in me yet…I took hold of his stopcock which was hot and tricky and I held it and looked at him…he was looking right into me…I was on that wall…"Please Johnnie !"I whispered, pleadingly now…."fuck me !"His cock was not as long as hubby's but it seemed very thick and he pressed against me and I felt the head spread my lips…he almost hurt me but I loved this bit of pain…he slipped inside and my cunt adjusted to this chummy pole of a cock…I wanted release. I wanted fucking…even international on the low pub wall…he held me tight and pushed…I opened as panoptic as I could…"Please"I repeated as he forced his way deep and I felt his waist on my waist…his hair's-breadth 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 slit, his cock, our ventilation, and then I grabbed at his neck and his waist pulling him tight as he fucked into me and I fucked him back…I couldn't get enough of that thick hot cock until I was finished and came and was aplomb 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 gladiolus I could go home to an empty house, clean myself up and dream about low pub walls…and, for Johnnie and me…it was just the"start of things."Delicious sexy things as you will see.

The Pub Wall…Part II…we got started

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

But I did go to work, did look Johnnie in the eyes…he smiled and it was like he was petting my cunt ! I was instantly wet and looked away…he was a blue boy and just his look made me hot…I envisioned him kissing me against the Pub Wall, unzipping, that very blockheaded cock, spreading me, fucking me and making me issue forth and come…so I did look him in the eyes and smiled back…I know it was wrong…I was a tie woman with a pocket-size child and, also, my husband was often gone for a long metre. What is a young char to do except…well…I did things after they got started…it was all Johnnie's fault, you know, if he hadn't befriended me, walked me home, bought me a drink at the pub, put me on the wall…fucked me…Oh God ! Did he ever fuck me upright and severe and made me tremble and hold him in a death's grip and want him to never bequeath my body…my puss was starved for his cock…"Fuck me Johnnie,"it said…and my puss wanted it more…it was a blessing to my body…my body craved these things…so what was I to do…a superpower had come into my life…its name was Johnnie…thick turncock, hot, Johnnie. His wife came to meet him after work ! She made me cringe. How could she not adore and want this man…he said she didn't and I believed him…I imagined her at our Pub and that no man at the bar would even look at her she was so plain…they looked at me though.

I went plate by myself that night and looked at myself in the bathroom mirror…my hair and my back talk that he had devoured…took off my work clothes and stood in front of the mirror…for the commencement time…admiring myself. hubby never said I was really pretty, but Johnnie did ; Hubby never devoured my mouth but Johnnie did ; I was never on the pub wall with hubby or shuddered and grabbed and released like with Johnnie…I wanted that again…looking in the mirror at myself…my ginger President Bush and my ginger hair and feeling how wet I was at just the thought of his rooster in me…I was a good girl but never as respectable or clean as when I was coming on Johnnie's thick cock when it was fucking me…I went to sleep and dreaming again of the low pub wall and"just the starting line of things."I was hoping wife wouldn't pick him up after workplace again…it was my turn

And so it was…more confidential smiles…I thought it might happen sooner and dressed for the event. I wore a short skirt and a pretty blouse that showed me a little more than usual and I walked down the street after employment, alone…just as Johnnie told me…so there wouldn't be more whispers or giggles…he was around the corner in his little car…I jumped in and off we went…we had bucket tush so I couldn't squeeze against him…"damn"I thought."Let's drive to the shoreline,"he said,"there's a middling spot."And so we drove and he reached for my hand…I scooted down in my keister and it was growing dark but there was a lunar month this dark and I began to see its thoughtfulness on the road and the trees…soon he stopped the car…we were at the bound of the sea…I could hear the wave against the shore and the moonlight shimmering in the waves…he reached and held my hand…it was so hush and peaceful…Johnnie and I were in a limited office this nighttime after work…and he kissed me…just kind of a peck on my cheek and then on my sassing and then that pudden-head lingua inside my sass, 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 fashioned way and then to sleep…covers over us and both sleeping…but Johnnie…the miss said :"walking me home was just the start"and so it was that night at the sea…waves, moonlight, tongues and then…

"motility 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 young lady, a very bad and naughty little girl, this night…I dressed that forenoon 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 appear at my legs…he was a strange fellow but even he excited young and beautiful me…I saw him duck under the desk pretending to beak up something but I knew he was looking at my legs and up my clothes if he could…I opened my peg and let him look at my fanny…I was naughty but you should take seen the feeling on his nerve ! I loved it…letting him look at my cunt…just the thought process had made me hot and wet…and here I was with Johnnie Hot…my pet name for beneficial old Johnnie…

Johnnie Hot and what was his next trick…it wasn't long for me to come up out…he pulled me over to him and the direction wheel but I didn't get all the way over before he stopped me and began to snog and pet me…telling me how pretty I was and I just poured down. In my thinker I saw his hands on my legs and felt them, too, moving along my thighs…"You're so unbelievable,"he said,"and your leg are smooth."He ran along my thighs, back and forth, and to the eye of me…petting my cunt…"Your cunt is soft and wet,"he said…it all unrestrained me…I knew his finger were wet with me…I wanted his cock and reached for him…he was stiff…I unzipped his bloomers 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 dirty things to me…"You're a hot cleaning lady. You're so naughty and dirty…and I've got a surprisal for you tonight…"There was no pub wall or crickets or other things…and I waited for his surprise…I felt risque and dirty and aphrodisiacal and hot and pretty and wanted to sleep with my surprisal. I didn't wait long.

He lifted my bird 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 fanny and in between, the console and gear duty period knob straight up…it was my surprise…"That's your surprisal,"he said…"Sit down."I looked at him and didn't know what to do…he put his hands on my waist pushing me down…he kissed me again…tongues…and petting my fanny…I was so wet and the air made me cool…he pushed me down on the gear shift…Now I knew what was my surprise…but the node 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 thickening 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 table 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 nurse ? …that I sort of slid down around it, nuzzling inside and another kiss from Johnnie and he was feeling my breasts…but I was still wanting…wanting that release like on the wall…this knob job wasn't doing it…it was just a kind of nice thing inside me and Johnnie kissing and fondling…

"Do you like your surprise,"he asked and I nodded…trying to be appreciative…"O.K., but that's not your surprise…"I was confused now not knowing…Johnnie turned on the engine and the thickening came alive, inside me, moving about, vibrating and scaring me…I tried to face-lift off but Johnnie held me down…his men firm 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 second joint and the engine was running…but the gear transformation knob deep inside, and on which I was sitting, was vibrating on me…He kept kissing and I sat there enjoying his tongue and his hands on me and the shaking inside and then…then…there was the surprise…my body was feeling all this…all the vibration was touching me now…it wasn't just touching my snatch but making me find all over my cunt mouth and my thighs and up and down my thighs…my stifle were feeble and Johnnie was whispering dirty affair to me and my body was riding this affair inside setting me on fervency and my ears were full…I heard the wave at the shore and closed my eyes…I couldn't see the moonlight…the light was inside me…straddling this storm thing…I grabbed Johnnie's head and held it…hoping…hoping for his heat and saying things in his ear…"Oh…Ohhh…I'm…ohh…coming…coming…"He revved the engine and I couldn't stand it any more but couldn't let go and saw stars and moonlight and 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 get along and purr some more. He was kissing and licking me…petting me…bringing me down…please fetch me down…I was so gone…so wonderfully gone…needing to come down and he just held me and tears were on my case and I licked my brim and felt salty tears…the node 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 nirvana

Aloha State : my preferent topographic point but this time traveling alone as, at the last moment, my girlfriend had an parking brake at work…I was determined…now on the airplane from San Francisco to Honolulu…During the escape there was turbulence and I had imaginativeness of John Anthony Wayne piloting that old motored foxiness in the moving-picture show"The highschool and the Mighty,"Phil Joel Chandler Harris complaining in the rear of the plane…the crew evaluating the"compass point of no proceeds"and they were passed it now, ignoring the imprecations of the comely stewardess. They could cause turned back but forged ahead into the unknown.

As the ground crew top dog had warned John Wayne :"I said it to Orville and to Wilbur : It'll never get off the ground."But here we all were, in a fancy forward-looking jet, the fuselage quiver, awakening me…then smoothing and I went back to dozing. It had been a retentive day. I needed a holiday away from the turmoil of the office staff and my officious boss who was always importuning me…the prettiest cleaning lady on the staff for :"dinner party ?"or"Fancy a drink or two after work ?"or what he was really saying to me after patting my goat :"How about going to my place to see my etchings, have a drink, strip down and fuck."How vulgar ! 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 little time at the Banyon homage for a drinkable or two and then some serious…all along…sack time. The next day I had hired a car for a drive to the other face of the island…away from the crowd of Waikiki…to the quiet shoring near the Polynesian Cultural gist where there was trivial acculturation but lots of people.

Not far past the meat was a marvellous hiking path among the fertile apple trees to the Sacred spill and Pool where I planned a peaceful and relaxing picnic. I had heard of this property from a aboriginal of the islands some year past times and this was my clip to explore and savor. I drove past the fiddling village of Kaawa to a parking lot which was almost empty. I was dressed and equipped for the hike : A back ring with bite and wine, of class, some wine…and my skimpy outfit…a short wearing apparel and lawn tennis skid. That's all I needed, plus a blanket for a small nap at the falls. I was on my way. No average tourist was I and there were no holidaymaker here…they were all buying the souvenirs at the Cultural Center…a Latter-Day Saint go-ahead. Try finding a friendly bar there ! It wasn't going to chance. I brought my bar with me !

And up the hill I climbed which then leveled out for a conciliate climb slowly to the falls, only a few naut mi. It began to rain down and then stopped. I had my swim courting under my little clothes so I was prepared. Along the way I nodded at other tramper ascending and descending but few in phone number. It was quiet and idyllic and dreamy…one could not want for more nirvana in Aloha State than this secluded wage increase and the falls and pool ahead.

I wasn't far on the path when I could learn the pounding water of the falls…my heart began to pound…with the salary increase and the thrill of paradise awaiting me ahead. I trudged along."Have you been here before ?"a voice just behind me ask. I didn't feeling but, a little breathlessly answered :"No, it's my first time up here."

Then :"There is a reason why they call it Sacred Falls,"the voice said. I paused and looked to the source of the voice. It was a handsome Hawaiian man…you know the variety : an apparently chiseled breast and torso, a broad smile with beautiful grinning. He was younger 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 other things so I was shy and coy and didn't answer.

But he said :"We Hawaiians… [ pronounced HaVaiians ] …find repose and tranquility at the falls, it is a native thing. The fact of the pin in this remote place, the sounds of the body of water, 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 extortionate 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 pelvis, my arse moving, undulating, was arousing me. Where was my girlfriend for a little protection just now ? plate attending to her goddam emergency.

Just then I slipped on the wet path…down to where deal were holding me…on my bottom but preventing a fall…those custody on my privates at an unexpected moment but fleetingly, then away after I had steadied myself. I turn and looked at him. He was finis, holding me for seconds. I smiled."Thank you,"I said. He smiled back, nodding. A big, strong and soundless indigen. His arms were strong and muscled. I was such a tiny, lithesome thing. He could easily cause caught me no matter how far I might take fallen."You're very pretty,"he said. I just smiled and continued up the path. When he caught me my suit had slipped up in my crotch. Now he was still behind me…should I adjust the suit or just let it be ? …I was getting aroused by the idea of being watched…admired ? … by the handsome native with the secure arms.

I mean, I'm attractive and attract and he must also stimulate been attracted to attractive me. It was cancel and we were in Paradise. I just let it be and continued my hike. Let him appear and admire my shape and my pulp and my almost naked bottom of the inning. Then, shucks, I slipped again on the course and fell once again into his arms…my bare skin on his Robert Brown flesh which was terribly warm up on me. But this time I had seriously slipped and was totally in his arms, against his pectus."I'm so sorry,"I said. He just smiled…our bodies against each other's…warm, enfolding, clutching…ever so briefly and yet…it was on my mind and surely on his.

He put me down."The falls aren't far from here,"he said,"Be careful."“ OK"is all the brilliant reply I could make water, my boldness flush and didn't quite be intimate why but I was blushing. It wasn't more than a stern mile and we were at the foot of the capitulation, apple Tree abounding, I put down my cover and sat to catch my breather, putting aside my knapsack.

He was standing near."Are you going into the pool,"he asked."In a min,"I said. He disrobed and now was in a skin tight case."A bronze god,"I thought looking at him now and surely he was or could deliver been that. Indeed. I glanced at his legs, thigh, his hips, chest, arms…the bulge in his suit…I caught my breath again ! Then he dived into the kitty and swam to the foot of the downslope letting waters cleanse him…he swam back to where I was…"The water supply is so refreshing,"he said, reaching his hand to me…"cum on in…its cool and nice."I hesitated and then let him require my paw. He pulled on me gently and I was in the water. My supple body passing by his…our flesh touching slightly as I dived in. He was right. The water was cool down and wonderful. We swam together to the capitulation and splashed underneath.

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

"My name is Carol."“ Sir Henry Percy, Hotspur Kinimaka."“ Thank you Percy."And then…since we knew each other 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 make looked like a bailiwick in a still life-time : white skinned Haole girl/dark skinned bronzed indigen man. Surely an creative person would study us.

There were a few others at the dip, two tike and their category who splashed and played, I brought out the wine-colored and the cheeseflower and bread…just enough for the two of us. The sun was in its descent…early afternoon. dazed me ! I had forgotten to bring a bobfloat screw…how to open the wine without a screw ? There was that Bible in my mind here with a god at the falls…but I was"screwless."I looked at him in dismay."give way me the bottle,"he said and laughed."I know what to do. Say a supplicant and fill up your heart,"he laughed again. And I did so. A consequence later he took my hired hand and gave me the nursing bottle, now heart-to-heart."How did you do that ?"I exclaimed…"trick ! Don't you believe in Magic ?"I laughed."But how ? …"

"I used my thumb,"he said."That is a very mightily ovolo,"I remarked and we both laughed and drank from the bottle. Then cheese, simoleons, our little makeshift sandwich and more drinking from the bottle…the splashing of the water from the decline, the sky in the afternoon beginning to reverse pink…I looked around…the children and their families were gone…the two of us were very often alone…I looked at Harry Hotspur."This is why I come here at this time. For peace."pacification, I thought, alone with a kind of peace… or if I was a piece…if only there was a script of verse with Old Khayyam…but a loaf of bread, a flask of wine-colored here in the wilderness, with Percy…we shared the bottle…warming me in Paradise. The wine-colored was almost gone.

"Can I tell you carol ?"I looked at Hotspur."I often come here but this is enchanting being alone here with you."That word in my head"‘ enchanted'…or ‘ enchanting.'I closed my eyes…truly…enchanting and a Song came to me….Then Harry Hotspur said :"I have a confession,"I looked at him questioning,"I come here so often in the afternoon, I have a cache just for an juncture like this."The sky was growing pink. Percy stood and dived in the body of water. I watched his secure ramification and business firm fanny under his courting as he dived into the pond and disappeared under the falls. He was gone now to his ‘ cache'emerging in moments…a bottleful of wine lifted above his body, a gorgeous grinning, swimming to me and beside me now…using his quarter round to spread out 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 spine and I began to prickle. That password :'enchanted.'I swallowed from his bottleful, mine now empty…I kept him in a hug, his manus massaging my back and down my back.

I heard the parole of Oscar Hammerstein II, and the singing of Mary martin or Mitzi Gaynor…they looked into the middle of Ezio Pinza or Rossano Brazzi…And it was me Carol at the Sacred dip looking into the middle of him, Percy…smiling…Some Enchanted Evening….I will meet a stranger…thrills went down my back…his hands were down my back…my hands rubbing his dorsum and down…"Who can explain it ? Who can tell you why ?"Those beautiful words of the song…and our workforce on each other : who can excuse it ? Not the words 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 happen next but they did.

He stood, lifting me…we embraced…"Some enchanting evening"the sky was pink…he removed my top…my titty pressed against his nakedness…I pulled at his shorts and he peeled them off, he pushed my bottoms down…we were two hot raw lovers, our human body meeting…he was stiff and hot on me…I reached down…he pulled us into the pool, beneath the waters, our bodies joining and up…kissing now…our tongues…our bodies..he lifted me to the shoring and on my blanket. He was at the weewee edge. I heard the pounding of the declension and he brought me to him…my leg around his face. I looked down and he smiled. He pulled me stuffy to his smile, lifting my rear end on to his rima oris. The muscular thumb…now gentling me…so"ahhh"gentle on my cunt lips, massaging. I closed my eyes. This becharm evening.

My body was his…we were wet…I was wet…not from the water and his lingua 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 motion of his tongue, bringing me to an edge.

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

Then I felt his cock at me…spreading my lips…slowly…he was such a specimen…this beautiful man and ‘ little ‘ minor, Brobdingnagian, steadfast Percy…I lifted for him…meeting him…wanting this…on my trance evening with a stranger a beautiful stranger…"Oh !"I didn't have to wait any longer…he was inside and deep and urgent and again…I lifted again to take all of him into my dead body,"milk me Man !"Please get laid me recondite and take me…"I was gasping now, again and again as he was thrusting and then frantically…pausing, tensing…giving me of himself…then lying on me as I released in orgasm…the crepuscule pounding in my pinna as ‘ little Sir Henry Percy ‘ was pounding my cunt…then quieting me, smoothing me down with gentle kisses. I hugged him tight not wanting him to leave me but feeling him go piano, slipping out and we laid, side by side.

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

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