Being more familiar stories by former ladies who enjoyed orgasms in different times and unsuspected places.

Rear scene Mirror, percentage I by phyllisroger

I used to walk home from my after-school job…a couple miles or more…and in those days…of having my first job…I was enjoying my sexuality…my breasts were plentiful and boy made me pay aid to myself with their looks and stares before I knew all about'things.'But by this time, I was a fiddling quondam and liked to show myself off to boys and my teachers…it made me find of import besides just being a good girl with salutary class.

It was still a very private matter : show and show 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 former girls that I first heard about not wearing them. Little did the boy know when they admired me, there was only the fabric of my school wearing apparel separating their looking at from something truly special that would have opened their eyes broad and make them lick their lip. Just walking around that way aroused me Loretta Young body.

But after work, in my sexy pantyless Department of State, I would walk habitation and think of school and my job and, in finical, the one-time 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"trusted !"and popped in the front line seat…But I almost sat on his dog and jumped out the door…he said :"Get in back,"and moved the seat for me as I jumped back in and sat in the trivial jump seat with my legs partly up and my dress draped high around them. I was scared he might deliver"had a spirit"but he didn't say anything and off we drove.

In a minute his dog jumped back on me and I pushed it away."That's okay…he the like citizenry and won't bite. Just pet him behind the ears,"he said and I did. Doggie licked my impudence as I rubbed his ears and he scramble his legs around, pushing my dress down and exposing my legs. I pushed it back up but the pooch was enjoying his ears being rubbed, was very excited and his mitt fumbled all over me, messing my dress and even stepping on my private parts !

I looked in my acquaintance's rear panorama mirror and he was watching me play with his dog. I saw his heart 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 little way in the seat and he was finally sitting between my legs and panting…his pooch natural language 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 legs 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 erect eyeshot mirror. My friend's eyes were glued to the scene in his vertebral column seat 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 give me privacy but he didn't. He said :"Go ahead !"I didn't know what he meant but the bow-wow was still licking up my legs and it felt good. I wanted more doggie licks and he was full of licks : the side of meat of this leg, then that, and my acquaintance staring. It was suddenly very quietly in the short car or was it that my ears were ringing ? I felt hot there in the back bum with doggie, a licking knife and those eye in the rear vista mirror…watching.

He moved the mirror to a slant and I could see myself now and my genitalia and then the doggie at workplace and it was all very titillating to me just then. I laid my head back to catch my breath. wrong affair to do again ! Because then the doggy licked right on my twat. This one big lap of his natural language was startling and then another lick…my torso jolted."Let him figure out you…no one will love,"my friend said as he kept looking at my nakedness.

The car seemed to be moving very slowly and I petted the dog's ears some more and reached down to unfold my cunt sassing for him…it was naughty…but I was aroused and wanted more lacing 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 pooch but also with him at the same time and I opened my pegleg wider to present him everything I had. I was slender, with ample white meat and my bitch was getting gingerroot tomentum and I felt gallant and hot showing myself to him as the dog kept at me. It was all spontaneous and dirty and my ears were full.

Then I felt a frisson at my waist and my branch got wonky as the dog licked me all over and between my lips and on my button, which made me shake off. Doggie churned me and licked and licked. My psyche was laid back, my eyes were closed and I peeked to see my admirer gripping the steering wheel. He was breathing deeply too at the view. I was short of breath and gasping for air as the dog had his way with me. I was spending on his tongue…he was getting frenetic with my taste. 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 barker slowed and finished and I was still dripping on the little seat and pushed him away. I couldn't take any more. That dog had made me cum hard on that naughty knife and all in spare opinion. I was still breathing hard as the car stopped. I was base. I straightened my dress.

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

seat View Mirror, component II

I got out of his car, petted the beautiful dog on his head and spike, very soft cuddly auricle, and he licked my handwriting ;"dog dribble"on my bridge player,"Yuk !"but when I walked into my business firm my crotch was still wet and dripping with his other"slobber"which made me shiver and jog past tense Mum to my room and get the good tissues to clean up. I sat on the bed, cleaning and touching and laid back ; my legs bare and sang-froid and played with myself, still wetting up and came again quickly."Honey, do down and help oneself with me with the spud !"It was Mum and she broke the spell, putting on my scanty so I wouldn't drip, cleaning again and down to serve with dinner."Your nerve is red,"Mum said,"did you run home base from piece 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 ride I mean.

But then there was schooltime, which went very deadening, and off to work but the boy wasn't there so body of work was a real hurting and it wasn't until several days later that he was back at workplace."I had to get my car repaired,"he said, smiling at me."I'll see you after work."My heart skipped a heartbeat and the clock moved tardily. It was pay day and I got my package :"Mum won't be back for a pair more hours,"I said as I got in the car."Sit in back,"he said, Let's go down to the beach then and I'll still get you home on time."And off we went, me in the back seat again, he was already checking me out in his rear view mirror and if some little girl 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 whisker, the smell of the ocean and my head was resting, my ears pounding when he stopped the car and I sat up, alert. We weren't at the beach yet and,"My supporter needed a ride, too, and here he is."In the mood and now out of the modality just as straightaway as that his friend got in the front and we all said"Hi"and off we went. Now I pushed the dog away from me and held his catch making him sit beside and away from me ; he was just as befuddled as was I at these developing. Talk about"three's a crowd"well we had a crowd and a dog and a good tour off but I didn't say anything and we were at the beach, parked on a low cliff but where I could listen the waves and the mewlling gulls with their piercing cries.

"I brought some bite and things,"my body of work Quaker said,"let's just relax here. It's very pretty. You're very pretty. ejaculate on, just relax, my friend knows all about things."I couldn't believe my ear at that comment but what was I to do. I was in the back hindquarters of a two door car. I had nowhere to go and had all kinds of prospect but now, none at all.

We all shared some treats and a deglutition and the dog was squirming and trying to get out of my grip."He's anxious,"he said,"just let him let loose and see what he does. We all want to watch him."So there I was, my body make, my creative thinker not so a lot and he was licking my calf and my knee and above my articulatio genus and two boys in the front can, 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 instant boy even if HE was ready for a show but the dog was sure as shooting ready and horny and this prison term he was humping my leg, licking my expression, then trying to nose me and I was being watched by four center in the front posterior and I was breathing hard now, cheeks red, ears ringing, soft touch crying and my body crying for that dog no thing where I was and suddenly I didn't care who was watching.

It was a hot scene. Then it wasn't just the dog cock that was out but two Thomas More stiff pecker were out and everyone was petting everyone it seemed…the new boy climbed in the rear seat and kissed me, putting my hand on him. His cock 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 cock, opening my puss for the dog with my other hand, and dog was at me with his dullard, grand, wet, long tongue all over me there and everything was dreamy in my head and torso, my pegleg were tingly and alive, like the boy's stiff cock,"Don't stop,"he said,"Ohh, just like that, don't, don't stop,"and he lifted his butt and germinate 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 ass, so it was my tour now to babble to my dog and his tongue was up me and out and around and inside again, I opened my centre and there was our driver wanking himself and spending on the guidance wheel, the dog was licking my ambrosia and humping his dick toward me as I kept pushing him off…but I scooted down for more natural language and there were hands on my legs, then a hand on the dog's stopcock guiding it to me, hitting at my cunt brim, wetting me more but he was one phrenetic canine at this item poking at a very frantic girl's body. I said"No !"and then"No !"again but thing were out of control.

The dog was hurting my bottom when he missed and missed again, that crisp pointy thing missing the mark, stabbing away."Scoot down more ; sneak up a short ; don't tease an animal."“ No ! Don't,"I said but lifted up more, scooting down. My auricle were full-of-the-moon and I scooted down ; this prison term he didn't miss and I felt this fluent cock knife thrust again but knife thrust sliding inside and I had set the dog on flak, pounding me inside, again and again. I was on attack, my bitch hot and ready, lifting and writhing on this stabbing affair ; we were joined and"No, don't"had become"No, don't stop."The rear view mirror showed my startled eyes like they were in a trance, I knew my unhurt body was tense, waiting for another thrust and another and I was hearing dustup like the boy ‘ s :"Don't hitch. Please don't, don't plosive consonant. Just there just there, Ohh, ohh."Words wouldn't come ; licking my lips, trying to breath, tasting the salinity 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 straighten and smooth my dress, hoping Mum hadn't come abode early. I needed a bath ; I was still in a sweat, needed to cleanse up and cool down. She wouldn't believe I had run home a instant time that week and I didn't want to excuse, obviously."It was just a one time thing."I said."I'm not that form of girl."And mentation, wondering, about the succeeding ride dwelling house."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 mailboat and had a new shorter dress in mind and it would be loose to lift up for things.



Not just my toes got attention !

I loved to get ready for Sat night and as a young girl showing off my"wares"at the local anaesthetic terpsichore which meant for me a lot of primping with my fuzz, my fingernails nicely painted with my toes to match and I spent most of the day getting ready for the nighttime : egg laying out my clothes, what I would fall apart ( and not wear out ! I was a sexy affair and didn't wear a accomplished outfit if you get my hint ). My subprogram : a thorough bathtub and after that, my body all radiant, a pedicure.

Mum and sis were out for their own Sabbatum routines and I was alone in the firm to pamper and primp myself. I had a particular date that night for the dance ; a cute guy who liked to dance and feel me up, hands all over me, under me and in between, during and after the dance, mass of kissing and cuddling and thinking about Saturday Nox got me going in ways even during the day.

Our house was quiet with everyone else gone and after my bath I was toweled and squatting on a low stool painting my digit and now my toes. Everything had to match : fingers, toes, tomentum ribbon setting off my dress. My feet in a pan of strong piss, knees up and sitting on the stool, my slight doggie nearby, glossa out as usual, walking to my pan of water, sniffing around, looking up as I patted his head and began to dress my toenails, doggie licking my fingers and sniffing my toes when I took a foot from the strong piss, I patted his head and stroked his soft ears.

So picture this : a pretty missy, like me, only covered with a towel ( covered ? Not totally covered, I mean it was just a towel. ) but I was alone in our kitchen, knees up, towel slipping to my waist, my private, radiant from the bath, and there for the world to see but I was alone and private, pretty often alone, legs apart to better reach my feet, my toes closed together, the lips of my slit closed but my privates open so I could get at my animal foot, doggie cook for head-patting, hand licking, me thinking of my date at the dancing that night, totally clean from my bathroom, but thinking of what date and I would be doing and feeling in non-white street corner of the dance hall and afterward when he would wager with me and I would"dance"my body 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 oral fissure and tell apart me how pretty I am and how he loved my naked slit ; that he was glad I wasn't"fully"dressed for our fun.

And doggie sensing something in me, scenting something, as I was dreaming of the dance and all and gave no thought to his flabby doggy drumhead, his licking doggie tongue on my hired man and then my toes but then he went between my knees and his coldness nozzle 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 funny, seeming to smile and licking his mouth.

Then I was back to my feet and the cold nose again that shocked me but doggie had my olfactory property and wanted more than, his scent 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 hind end sent a tingle like it was my date was at me, but now it was during the day, an too soon agitation before the saltation 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 view of Sat night to the here and now and I wasn't make yet I thought. It was this unknown thing in my head and I was alone, it was placidity, my Mum and baby wouldn't be back anytime soon ; doggie looked scathe when I pushed him off, his center looked sad and would I let him"nose me"again ?

I wasn't easy. I was a good young woman but his cold nose was exciting my privates and it was our very buck private affair ; who would know ; the kitchen was hushed except my ears were ringing ; then doggie's wet cold nose was back on my slit spreading my brim apart with another shocking slide. My branch opened more as wooden leg will and that cold nose from bottom to top, sliding up my wet snatch, hitting my button, sending a jerk and I put my hand on his straits, this metre petting his nozzle, his thrilling nose and then that clapper, up the rampart of my slit again,"unspoilt doggie,"this time, getting me wet, his clapper had my taste and he was at it.

It was too latterly for me to stop ; I wanted this now ; I was past thinking, it was too naughty, too skillful and arouse and tabu all together, natural language and female genitalia now in control. I was dancing in my mind feeling commodity things. My towel slipped off and I was smoothing my genu and down my legs, spreading my lips for my excited doggie and his anxious lingua, making me spend, licking up my spend and I was petting his ears, lifting his mouth on me. His tongue was dipping inside my scratch for Thomas More and I was hot at my centre ; my eubstance was throbbing now as his cold nose and hot glossa were bringing me off like no appointment had ever done at any dancing or in any benighted corner, my toes curling up, and here in the center of my tranquillity kitchen I could hear my appointment whispering as I came and came, this time not on his fingerbreadth, as he was holding my human face. This time coming on a young barker's tongue and I was holding doggie ‘ s face, hoping he wouldn't stop, not now in the middle of my pedicure. I was feeling very naughty and very hot being licked until he was finished with me and walked away to his water bowling ball, both of us panting. I looked down at my feet, easing them down in the water and finally cooling down from my thrill pedicure. Sabbatum Nox had come early. I knew I was guilty of this but had the right to remain mum even with the ringing still loud in my capitulum and making me smiling, licking my lips.

A Vow Broken…or Was it ?

It wouldn't take place these days but when my boyfriend and I started dating there were different dominion : condoms were backbreaking to find, virginity was authoritative, chance sex was for ‘ early'hoi polloi, 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 ceremony"though we loved each early. And, you know, being good tiddler we stuck to it. I mean, after we began dating he kissed me on our third date ( another old rule ) and then we graduated to former tinkle, like tits…fifth date…and I had to be persuaded at that…the residual 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 piffling resistance act at showtime, to tease him…it felt so right to have his handwriting 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 first erect pecker I had seen, or stroked or kissed…I learned all about pecker and how to tweet, kiss, caress, pee it wet…then he got me to figure out him. He showed me all about my body but we still kept our promised to expect until"later'to go ‘ all the way.'Brett ad I were sticking to our mutual vow…barely. I was do-or-die for what the real thing would be like but we had agreed to wait. We had taken the Vow !

One nighttime we were at a party at a friend's planetary house and we girlfriend got to talking…the male child on another side of the room…I told them about my vow with Brett and it got discussed and some of the girls tittered at that and said we'd really already had sex…just not penetration. Of course, his tight cock had penetrated my oral cavity and his fingerbreadth had penetrated my wet twat and …I loved it when we did that…but no pecker 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 relaxation. Later I told Brett about our conversation and we both agreed to proceed with our vows…meaning : no penetration…most but not all of our emotions were satisfied without that section. I confess I had urge beyond what we did…I didn't William Tell Brett of my defeat but I took care of them in another way. My body…my cunt…still ached for Brett but we had our vow…damn !

A few weeks after the political party, Bret and I went on a double particular date and labor to the beach. We had a couple six packs…we weren't consummate prudes…and sat on the guts on blankets my girlfriend brought and we were soon drinking, laughing, kissing, feeling and all…Brett was under my dress, inside my panties as usual, his finger 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 have an intervention for you two lovebirds,"and then her boyfriend announced :"Right here…right now !"I didn't know what to suppose or say…

My peg injection together ; I pushed my clothes 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 wacky 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 clobber is shit !"

It was two other cat who were at the party a few weeks before…I was shocked and a little daunt. What would materialise ? They had planned all this. Did Brett know, too ? My mind was a mess…my body hot…but my mind a mess.

"We're taking commission here, you two cretin. Brett's daughter is one hot bird and I've wanted to sleep with her myself,"the voice in the dark said. I tried to see his facial expression but everything was dark. And the waves were pounding…the George Sand in my toes. There was moonlight and cloud and the pounding of the waves and my head was throbbing."There's a meter for fucking,"he said…"that time is now !"

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

I was looking for help but Brett was mute. What an son of a bitch ! I think he liked the whole scene…I thought he might even have planned it…"This wasn't my thought, honest,"he said. He was still a suspect ! And now there were mitt, lots of manus, holding my wrist joint above my head and grabbing my ramification at the ankles, holding them apart, my dress at my waist, my privates only protected by my wet panties…I was prone and twisted away…they pulled me back."help !"I said. The Wave pounded against the sound of my voice."You can't do this ! Stop !"

Brett was outnumbered and helpless at this point. I didn't know what to do…screaming was a wastefulness on that isolated beach. The Wave were tacky in my ears…the sky overcast…I couldn't see any maven. No moon and I was being held by inviolable guys…my girlfriend was no help…she whispered to me :"No one's going to hurt you,"she said with a diffuse, reassuring tone. Her men were on me ; she pulled up my dress…took down my panties. I was now capable to the humanity. I was scared…but I knew I wouldn't be hurt…at the speculative I would get fucked…how bad could it be ? But I wasn't going to be soft and tried to squirm away."God ! What a consistence,"one guy said.

"Can't let that pretty cunt go to waste,"said another. There was that exciting word…cunt…and it was my cunt…which until a few moments before was wet, hot and arouse. Now, I confess, the scene and the hands holding…it was all exciting and my head word pounded. Another confession : I was still wet, hot, wind up and still a little scared.

I was in the firm suitcase of guys 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 clobber that thing,"said yet another and I felt a mouth on my little vestal cunt…I flexed…a hot spit licking up one position and then up the other…a cold nose moving on my clit…which stiffened to the glossa and I squirmed again but this prison term, spontaneously, it felt so good…I fought the feeling…didn't want my trunk to respond but it did. I dug my undersurface into the cover but two helping hand lifted my butt cheeks…thumbs spreading me. This had to intercept. The air was sang-froid, waves were licking the shoreline…the whacking of my cunt was continuing. I tried to be active to one side, then the other, my stage being held, and squeezed my pussy but the licking…Oh God…that spit ! Hands lifting me up…the licking stay. I couldn't help it and then another lick. I had to let myself go now. My torso had taken charge.

"She's a hard one, but wet and tasty,"the interpreter said, between licks…and oh that damned nose lifting my clit…I couldn't assist it. I just couldn't. It was feeling in force and I didn't want anyone to sleep with. I was thrashing my head from side to side…"No…don't"I said but now I was just mumbling. His bridge player was on my abdomen, pulling my skin back…lifting my clit…a nose, a thumb…it was too, too upright. I couldn't assist myself and lifted for more of his wonderful tongue.

His tongue was slipping in me and along my cunt paries as I twisted from side to side…I opened my eyes and saw Brett in the shadows…he just stood there, watching me…the Bastard ! But what could he do ? I hated him at that moment…he could at to the lowest degree ‘ TRY'to do something…we could run to the…"uh, unh, uh"my physical structure said to me and I tried not to hear it. It came again, with the waving,"Uh, UH, UH, OH"I spasmed. The beach was gaudy and live with weewee rushing in, rushing out ; my feelings were rushing the same…my face 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 bitch,"the licker said…looking up…"You are so blinking wet !"It was true…I was.

I tried once Sir Thomas More to squirm away and I slipped from his grasp on my cunt lips but only briefly as he encircled my leg with his arms, lifting me for serious tonguing…I was captured…no way out…"UH, OH !"but I was not getting away from him this metre. I was in lust…beginning to loose, wanting this violation…and lifted now, arching undetermined for his tongue and my former captor sensing my lustfulness, released my wrists. My lady friend whispered quarrel coming to me again :"No one's going to ache you."To be dependable it didn't hurt so far…NO ! it didn't hurt at all. I was starting to ache for more.

My hands went to the head of this licking motherfucker at my waistline and I rode that face…writhing on his rima oris as waves were pulsing inside me now. Suddenly he stopped."She's make guy !"he said…"My tongue's tired ! Jesus !"I started to relax a little, my wet pussy open to the night but my ankle joint were still held…my helping hand covered my privates and for the first meter I realized how wet I was…I had never been that wet…I was embarrassed and looked into the sorry trace of these guys and my girlfriend…but I hadn't cum yet…it had felt in force but my organic structure needed finishing…my physical structure was thirsting for the stopping point but was cooling down rapidly. I said nothing but I was silently begging for more….my twat was aching…the assuredness air was on my cunt lips..inside I was bursting and hot.

"cum on Brett. We've got her ready…now finish up her !"Oh no, I thought : OUR VOWS ! I looked up. Brett just stood there…looking at me, the scene, the cat and my girlfriend…I could see her smiling in the 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 take a play at her…she's ready…so let's go."Brett looked at me, at my eyes, I looked back…my branch being held and fan out open…my pussy hot and drip, my genial country confused and hot…and I do mean HOT ! We loved each other ; we were going to get married some day…why were we putting it off ? I was confused, doubting, questioning my future tense husband and his resolve…I laid my principal back, closed my eyes…It was confessedly : I was hot, and ready and aching…

"brand up your creative thinker, guy,"it was the voice holding one of my legs. I looked up, Brett looked at me, lying there, about to be ravished by others…or Him…what to do. I shook my head :"No !"I said, but just gumming. I could see he was weakening. He was so well-favoured, a collapsible shelter in his shorts, I wanted him so much…"What can I do honey ?"he said."It's either them or me. You love me, don't you ?"I froze. No motion. We had promised each other, several times and here we were…them or him…I just closed my heart again."I don't want to,"Brett said from the tincture."I don't want you to do anything. I love her. Just leave us alone."

Moments passed…I heard a zipper…zippers ? …and then felt someone getting between my legs…I stared up at the dark sky…my hands over my genitalia, hands taking my wrists away from my hot body, exposing me again, pushing them back over my head. I felt movement between my legs and a stiff stopcock poking at me, I looked up at Brett, standing there, looking down….then someone held my wrist joint, firmly, I was open and ready…more poking at my slit then spreading my pussy lips…the shadowy name knelt close…"It's him or me,"said the guy between my legs…"One last-place 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 wave pounding…my head pounding.

The undulation were loud. I hoped he heard the desperation in my voice. I waited. I was numb and closed my eyes again. I didn't have to waitress long as I felt a cock Begin teasing my pussy lips but then it moved away ... my hands still held away from my privates…I felt giddy, confused. I wanted pricking. I waited. I was so incredibly hot, willing, vulnerable…not scared…wanting…there was more drive on the blanket and then :

A prick was pressing at me, teasing again, massaging my chuff rim. I kept my eyes 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 tangible 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 hand then I wanted hot pulp, without my deal guiding it…a cock fucking me, taking control. It was what I had dreamed of on so many nights after big petting with Brett. I couldn't tell him about it…now it had all come to me there in the dark on the blanket at the beach. I wanted the very matter fucking me. I listened to the pounding waves and wanting my own pounding…that prick was entering me now and I lifted to conform to it.

I was a captive to my trunk, mind and captors…whoever it was inside me was taking it slow…milking. But wait ! This wasn't my familiar ‘ ladies'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 wrists, sensing now my willingness…it was hurting me and I reached for it…my custody were at my waistline, smoothing my legs…feeling my hairs, my clit…this hot thick cock…I outlined it with my fingernails…I wanted this…opening myself more…they released my legs…my fingers touching on this awful, terrific matter 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 tour to tease…fingers on each English of the monster…wetting our privates with our fluids…I stroked the sides of his tool…balls hitting me. I was churning from side to side…his 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 William Tell. I didn't care about it…I was all senseless and I abandoned myself in lust and was humping on this swell tool which searched inside and up to my throat, chewing on it as if it was in my throat and I went numb. I couldn't breathe, the moving ridge were swirling on the beach, in my brain, washing through my cunt, to all of me. My ankles were released, and I was holding this body, this great cock, bucking with it."OH ! OH !"Then the humanity went quiet…slowly the wonderful cock softened and withdrew.

I didn't want it to leave and I squeezed to harbor it but it slipped out. Then there were other cocks and more kissing and licking…I had turned on all the guy rope with my passions ... I was feeble and couldn't resist…I wanted more, I did…my puss ached for more…more and Thomas More fucking on the beach, on the blanket, in the nighttime, I wanted more cock-milking of my body and somebody. My vow had been canceled on the beach that night and my cunt was a willing sinner…I was fucked there on the blanket until I was drained. Brett held my manus 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 pipe down, glowering, the tide was receding, the waves more distant. I put my head on his shoulder and reached to his waist to feel if it was him who was first to ingest me. It had been so moody and my lust so intense I wasn't sure. His stopcock stiffened with my stroking. I measured it with my hand around it, wondering, but not saying. It felt like that very first cock but I wasn't an expert.

I just couldn't be sure and almost didn't fear. 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. I would involve a braggy dildo. My girl 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 sinister. Besides, I was off to the position also being fucked."

"By Brett ?"I asked. She just smiled. Brett was such a SOB but I loved him. Someday I would find out if it was his…the huge first tool I mean. I would remember the sizing of it…I couldn't wait to find out.

The Pub Wall…what a surprise, function I

I was a sweet-flavored young affair, recently married and with a small tike who mainly stayed with my Mom while I was at work…hubby often gone for workweek, sometimes a month, as he made a good living supporting us…I was too Lester Willis Young to sustain a nipper, in my mind…I was just barely 21, wax of endocrine, didn't want more 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 full young lady 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 examination room to muse what was so funny about the question. So prim up and proper but got wet easily and significant and now with a youngster.

I got a job. Wouldn't you ? A little walking around money and something to do…people to meet, like, shall I say, Johnnie. We sold, or rather, rented TV's and figurer and things…pay as you go but have them now…for multitude with little credit…Johnnie would walk me dwelling 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 prospicient auburn hair was gorgeous…how I made men turn around and expression at my hair and legs and my ass…how I was"hot."And so, working days would pass and the walking dwelling house were more fun than work.

One nighttime he told me he'd buy me a beverage on the way home…I arranged for small fry to be with Mom overnight…that day I wore a myopic wench than usual…combed my hair's-breadth until it really shined…we were going to a pub…have a drink and then he would, as usual, walk me home but what a surprise was in store for me that Night along the low wall outside the pub.

Oh, I knew Johnnie was just a blandish young bloke who meant no harm…I was a get married woman with a young child. But he knew married man was gone for periods…I guess he knew about hormones and young girls…he could never guess how I got so wet at times…how I made that nanny jape with my question…and the other young lady at piece of work saw him paying attention to me and would recite me things :"sentry out for Johnnie,"they would giggle,"walking you dwelling house is just the start of things."I didn't know what the"matter"were…he was nice to me. I would find oneself out about"matter"and"low Pub paries"that night.

All I could suppose of that day was the"after work"part…it was a Friday…a weekend ahead…and I would be paid on Friday…so finally it was that time and Johnnie and I walked from the office to the pub…it was other Fall…a warm evening and the crickets were mad in their celebration…we sat at a table and he brought a pint of lager and a chicken feed of blank wine for me…it was things about work and the people we worked with and the wine was warm up going down…I didn't know why I was nervous but I surely was.

Johnnie told me of his wife and how she never had fourth dimension for him…how they argued a lot and then he began to talk about sex and how he got no sex at dwelling house and went on about his wife and she didn't like"fucking"and that was a startling discussion for me. Men didn't talk about"fucking"when they talked to me…but the give-and-take was exciting to me…I felt myself getting wet. It was so very foreign that just a man using that watchword could make me wet…my cutis was warm…my all body was warm…Johnnie brought me another methamphetamine hydrochloride of vino to go with his dry pint and continued on about his wife and, then that word again :"fucking"and if it was the wine or the word or how he looked at me or when I noticed some men at the bar looking at me…I shivered…I pressed my stage together…wrong thing to do just then…I was wet and squeezing my pegleg sent me more shivers…so I swallowed some wine and felt a trivial dizzy about it all…this man, those men at the bar, squeezing my leg, getting that thrill…my hubby gone now several weeks…I wished he was home tonight…I'd tell him to"fuck me."I wouldn't say it out loud…I was a serious 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 Nox in our little town and I was feeling it was quick in the way and it was time to go and walk home plate and I told him I had adequate wine, that I knew my limit.

What I didn't know was my"limits."I was faithful to my hubby and my child and was not going to be treasonous. I was for sure of that. It was very hot in the pub and I waited for Johnnie to finish his pint and pay the broadsheet. I was looking forward to Saturday morning and going shopping in town…it would be a beautiful day…it was ardent this evening and surely be a overnice morning…those men at the bar…looking…and Johnnie and all his overnice Word and the"piece of ass"tidings lingered in my mind and I was thinking of fucking just now. I went to the ladies to freshen up…my nerve was flushed from the wine…my pantie were almost dripping…I took them off, wrapped them in a newspaper towel and put them in my purse. I wiped myself off but that sent more shivers…my sass were puffed up and wiping got me hot but it was time to go…I couldn't stay the night in the bathroom !

Johnnie finally…finally…finished his pint and off we went…waving good night to the bar keep…the men at the bar gave us…me…a last grinning and wave…and off we popped. It was very dark outside and the crickets were in wide voice…no moonlight and secluded.

There was a low wall along one slope of the pub…Johnnie pushed me against it and kissed me replete on the lips…his knife went inside my lip, 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 back and he looked me in the center, smiling…his arms were around my waist."You're really pretty tonight…did you see those men looking at you. Jealous of me to be with a hot girl."I heard the office staff young woman saying :"…walking dwelling with Johnnie is just the start of things…"Johnnie's mouth was on me again…I was wet again…as his spit 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 hush along the pub wall except for crickets…I kissed him back and licked inside his mouth…I shouldn't have taken off my panties I thought…I was very wet again and maybe the girls were right-hand :"…it was just the showtime of things…"I was a good miss but my body was being bad…his breath on my face…my breathing spell on his…my glossa 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"have it off"me…there was that discussion again. I wasn't going to"fuck"him and told him"No."But his tongue was whispering to me and his lips were teasing me and I was wet and hot and said"Johnnie…please don't…please…"He lifted me onto the wall…holding my waist with his hands, I pushed on his articulatio humeri but our waists were aligned…my bum on the bulwark his waist pressing against me. I looked to be sure enough we were alone.

I heard him unzip and he was around my waist again…moving between my legs and I felt the material 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 later for that as I felt his flesh now…it was hot and the night was assuredness and I said just a very weak…a hoping and willing"please, Johnnie"as I knew I was wet, that my"pussy"was wet and ready…I didn't say that word…I imagined my"cunt"and it was ready for his cock as I felt his skin against my cutis and I looked around, the pub randomness and the dark dissonance, and praying we wouldn't be interrupted…I wanted him to"fuck"my"pussy"…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 turncock 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 compact and he pressed against me and I felt the head counterpane my lips…he almost suffer me but I loved this bit of pain…he slipped inside and my twat adjusted to this thick pole of a cock…I wanted outlet. I wanted fucking…even outside on the low pub wall…he held me tight and pushed…I opened as wide as I could…"Please"I repeated as he forced his way deep and I felt his waist on my waist…his haircloth 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 Sami time…he got at me…our tongues…my cunt, his cock, our breathing, and then I grabbed at his cervix and his waist pulling him stringent as he fucked into me and I fucked him back…I couldn't get enough of that thick hot putz 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 beaming I could go plate to an empty star sign, clean myself up and woolgather about low pub walls…and, for Johnnie and me…it was just the"start of things."Delicious sexy matter 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 appear Johnnie in the middle and with all the other daughter on the verge of giggles…after all, they had warned me about Johnnie…how walking me menage 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 naughty boy and just his look made me hot…I envisioned him kissing me against the Pub Wall, unzipping, that very thick cock, spreading me, fucking me and making me come and come…so I did look him in the eyes and smiled back…I know it was wrong…I was a splice fair sex with a small tike and, also, my hubby was often gone for a long time. What is a Danton True Young cleaning woman to do except…well…I did thing after they got started…it was all Johnnie's geological 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 beneficial and hard and made me tremble and throw him in a demise's bobby pin and want him to never leave my body…my pussy 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 power had come into my life…its epithet was Johnnie…thick cock, hot, Johnnie. His married woman came to foregather him after body of 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 domicile by myself that Night and looked at myself in the bathroom mirror…my haircloth and my mouth that he had devoured…took off my employment clothes and stood in front of the mirror…for the first of all time…admiring myself. Hubby never said I was really pretty, but Johnnie did ; husband never devoured my rima oris but Johnnie did ; I was never on the pub paries 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 peppiness hair and feeling how wet I was at just the cerebration of his cock in me…I was a good girl but never as good or clean as when I was coming on Johnnie's thick rooster when it was fucking me…I went to log Z's and dreaming again of the low pub wall and"just the beginning of things."I was hoping wife wouldn't pick him up after work again…it was my turning

And so it was…more closed book smiles…I thought it might happen Oklahoman and dressed for the result. I wore a shortsighted 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 whispering or giggles…he was around the corner in his trivial car…I jumped in and off we went…we had bucket seats so I couldn't squeeze against him…"shucks"I thought."Let's effort to the shoreline,"he said,"there's a moderately spot."And so we drove and he reached for my hand…I scooted down in my arse and it was growing dark but there was a moonlight this night and I began to see its reflection on the road and the trees…soon he stopped the car…we were at the edge of the sea…I could hear the wafture against the shoring and the moonlight shimmering in the waves…he reached and held my hand…it was so quiet and peaceful…Johnnie and I were in a special place this night after work…and he kissed me…just sort of a wad on my cheek and then on my lips and then that stupid tongue inside my mouth, moving around and around and I thought what else he could do with his moving tongue. I had heard of tonguing and all but didn't know what that was…hubby and I were strictly the old 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…

"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 gamy young lady, 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 polar my desk who was always giving me the eye…and ducking under his desk to calculate at my legs…he was a strange chap but even he excited young and beautiful me…I saw him hedge under the desk pretending to peck up something but I knew he was looking at my legs and up my dress if he could…I opened my legs and let him look at my fanny…I was naughty but you should have seen the facial expression on his brass ! I loved it…letting him look at my cunt…just the idea had made me hot and wet…and here I was with Johnnie Hot…my pet figure for good old Johnnie…

Johnnie Hot and what was his future trick…it wasn't long for me to ascertain out…he pulled me over to him and the direction roulette wheel but I didn't get all the way over before he stopped me and began to kiss and pet me…telling me how pretty I was and I just poured down. In my nous I saw his mitt on my legs and felt them, too, moving along my thighs…"You're so incredible,"he said,"and your legs are smooth."He ran along my thigh, back and forth, and to the heart and soul of me…petting my cunt…"Your cunt is lenient and wet,"he said…it all excited me…I knew his digit were wet with me…I wanted his tool and reached for him…he was stiff…I unzipped his pants 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 pecker 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 surprise for you tonight…"There was no pub bulwark or crickets or other things…and I waited for his surprise…I felt naughty and dirty and aphrodisiac and hot and pretty and wanted to know my surprise. I didn't delay long.

He lifted my skirt to my waist…I was completely naked below and he rubbed my hide 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 hind end and in between, the console and gear shift knob straight person up…it was my surprise…"That's your surprise,"he said…"Sit down."I looked at him and didn't know what to do…he put his hands on my waist pushing me down…he kissed me again…tongues…and petting my fanny…I was so wet and the air made me cool…he pushed me down on the gear shift…Now I knew what was my surprise…but the thickening 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 admit this knob…"Sit down,"he demanded and it was so easy…the knob bed covering 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 laugh from the nursemaid ? …that I sort of slid down around it, nuzzling interior and another osculation from Johnnie and he was feeling my breasts…but I was still wanting…wanting that going like on the wall…this knob job wasn't doing it…it was just a form of nice thing inside me and Johnnie kissing and fondling…

"Do you like your surprise,"he asked and I nodded…trying to be appreciative…"okeh, but that's not your surprise…"I was confused now not knowing…Johnnie turned on the locomotive and the knob came alive, inside me, moving about, vibrating and scaring me…I tried to filch off but Johnnie held me down…his hands firm on my shoulders…I relaxed a little and let him hold me down and he was kissing me again and his helping hand were all over my bosom and rubbing my second joint and the locomotive engine was running…but the paraphernalia shift knob thick interior, 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 vibe inside and then…then…there was the surprise…my body was feeling all this…all the quivering was touching me now…it wasn't just touching my cunt but making me finger all over my twat lips and my thigh and up and down my thighs…my knees were watery and Johnnie was whispering dirty things to me and my eubstance was riding this thing inside setting me on fervency and my capitulum were full…I heard the waving at the shoring and closed my eyes…I couldn't see the moonlight…the light source was inside me…straddling this storm thing…I grabbed Johnnie's heading and held it…hoping…hoping for his oestrus 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 sensation and moonlight and tintinnabulation in my ears…finally he turned off the engine…I was still churning, going, coming…trembling and on that knob which was making me purr and come in and purr some more. He was kissing and licking me…petting me…bringing me down…please bring me down…I was so gone…so wonderfully gone…needing to hail down and he just held me and tears were on my face and I licked my back talk 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

Hawaii : my favorite position but this meter traveling alone as, at the last minute, my girl had an hand brake at work…I was determined…now on the plane from San Francisco to Honolulu…During the flight of stairs there was turbulence and I had visions of lavatory Duke Wayne piloting that old motored cunning in the picture"The high gear and the Mighty,"Phil Benjamin Harris complaining in the rear of the plane…the crew evaluating the"point of no take"and they were passed it now, ignoring the imprecations of the comely stewardess. They could possess turned back but forged ahead into the unknown.

As the dry land crew boss 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 fantasy modern jet, the fuselage trembling, awakening me…then smoothing and I went back to dozing. It had been a hanker day. I needed a holiday away from the turmoil of the office and my busy foreman who was always importuning me…the prettiest womanhood on the staff for :"Dinner ?"or"fondness a drink or two after study ?"or what he was really saying to me after patting my butt :"How about going to my place to see my engraving, have a drinkable, strip down and fuck."How gross ! Exactly why I needed a vacation.

Our plane landed, we all were on the WikiWiki bus off for our luggage and me to my room at the Moana…a little time at the Banyon courtroom for a beverage or two and then some serious…all along…sack time. The following day I had hired a car for a drive to the former side of the island…away from the gang of Waikiki…to the quiet down shores near the Polynesian Cultural marrow where there was little culture but caboodle of people.

Not far past the center of attention was a wonderful hiking path among the fertile orchard apple tree 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 age yesteryear and this was my time to explore and enjoy. I drove past the little village of Kaawa to a parking lot which was almost empty-bellied. I was dressed and equipped for the boost : A back gang with bite and wine, of track, some wine…and my skimpy outfit…a light frock and tennis horseshoe. That's all I needed, plus a mantle for a fiddling nap at the pin. I was on my way. No ordinary holidaymaker was I and there were no holidaymaker here…they were all buying the relic at the Cultural Center…a Mormon enterprise. Try finding a friendly bar there ! It wasn't going to happen. I brought my bar with me !

And up the hill I climbed which then leveled out for a docile upgrade slowly to the tumble, only a few Swedish mile. It began to rain down and then stopped. I had my drown suit under my petty clothes so I was prepared. Along the way I nodded at former hikers ascending and descending but few in numeral. It was subdued and idyllic and dreamy…one could not desire for More paradise in Hawaii than this secluded hike and the waterfall and pool ahead.

I wasn't far on the way of life when I could pick up the lumber water of the falls…my nub began to pound…with the wage hike and the thrill of paradise awaiting me ahead. I trudged along."Have you been here before ?"a voice just behind me inquired. I didn't look but, a little breathlessly answered :"No, it's my first base 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 kind : an apparently chiseled chest and torso, a broad smile with beautiful smile. He was immature than me and I wondered, ‘ is this a come on ?'I was alert because of my knob 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 tranquility at the falls, it is a aboriginal thing. The fact of the evenfall in this remote place, the sounds of the Waters, their cleaning nature…A religious experience."I smiled and believed I was going to have a religious experience…IF left alone. And I walked on, ahead of him, up some steep portions…him behind me and I was envisioning him walking behind, under my butt…looking up my short apparel at my butt…which was covered…a little…by my skimpy swim suit…but mentation of him watching my hips, my prat moving, undulating, was arousing me. Where was my girl for a short auspices just now ? plate attending to her deuced emergency.

Just then I slipped on the wet path…down to where hands were holding me…on my fundament but preventing a fall…those men on my privates at an unexpected bit but fleetingly, then away after I had steadied myself. I turn and looked at him. He was close, holding me for seconds. I smiled."Thank you,"I said. He smiled back, nodding. A big, strong and soundless native. His weapon were firm and muscled. I was such a tiny, slim matter. He could easily have caught me no affair how far I might have fallen."You're very pretty,"he said. I just smiled and continued up the route. When he caught me my causa 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 thought of being watched…admired ? … by the handsome native with the secure arms.

I mean, I'm attractive and draw and he must also take in been attracted to attractive me. It was innate and we were in Paradise. I just let it be and go along my hike. Let him look and admire my human body and my physical body and my almost naked bottom. Then, tinker's damn, I slipped again on the path and fell once again into his arms…my bare skin on his John Brown flesh which was terribly warm on me. But this prison term I had seriously slipped and was totally in his arms, against his chest."I'm so bad,"I said. He just smiled…our bodies against each other's…warm, enfolding, clutching…ever so briefly and yet…it was on my judgement and surely on his.

He put me down."The falls aren't far from here,"he said,"Be careful."“ Okay"is all the brilliant reply I could make, my face peak and didn't quite love why but I was blushing. It wasn't to a greater extent than a poop mile and we were at the foot of the nightfall, orchard apple tree trees abounding, I put down my mantle and sat to trip up my breath, putting aside my knapsack.

He was standing near."Are you going into the pool,"he asked."In a minute,"I said. He disrobed and now was in a peel tight suit."A bronze god,"I thought looking at him now and surely he was or could consume been that. Indeed. I glanced at his legs, thigh, his coxa, dresser, arms…the protrusion in his suit…I caught my breath again ! Then he dived into the consortium and swam to the metrical foot of the drop letting amnionic fluid cleanse him…he swam back to where I was…"The weewee is so refreshing,"he said, reaching his bridge player to me…"semen on in…its poise and nice."I hesitated and then let him take my hand. He pulled on me gently and I was in the piddle. My slender body passing by his…our shape touching slightly as I dived in. He was right. The water system was cool and grand. We swam together to the falls and splashed underneath.

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

"My name is Carol."“ Percy, Sir Henry Percy Kinimaka."“ Thank you Percy."And then…since we knew each other now :"Would you like some of my dejeuner ?"“ Do you have enough ?"he asked…"We'll find out…come and sit with me,"and he did. We must have looked like a report in a still living : gabardine skinned Haole girl/dark skinned tanned native man. Surely an artist would study us.

There were a few others at the dusk, two children and their house who splashed and played, I brought out the wine and the cheese and bread…just enough for the two of us. The sun was in its descent…early afternoon. Stupid me ! I had forgotten to bring a phellem screw…how to open the vino without a screw ? There was that word in my psyche here with a god at the falls…but I was"screwless."I looked at him in consternation."Give me the feeding bottle,"he said and laughed."I know what to do. Say a entreaty and close your eyes,"he laughed again. And I did so. A moment later he took my mitt and gave me the bottle, now open."How did you do that ?"I exclaimed…"legerdemain ! Don't you believe in Magic ?"I laughed."But how ? …"

"I used my thumb,"he said."That is a very sinewy quarter round,"I remarked and we both laughed and drank from the bottle. Then cheese, bread, our trivial stopgap sandwich and More drinking from the bottle…the splashing of the H2O from the falls, the sky in the good afternoon beginning to twist pink…I looked around…the kid and their family unit were gone…the two of us were very practically alone…I looked at Sir Henry Percy."This is why I come here at this time. For peace."repose, I thought, alone with a kind of peace… or if I was a piece…if only there was a volume of rhyme with Old Khayyam…but a loaf of wampum, a flask of wine-coloured here in the wilderness, with Percy…we shared the bottle…warming me in Paradise. The wine was almost gone.

"Can I tell apart you Carol ?"I looked at Percy."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 Sung came to me….Then Sir Henry Percy said :"I have a confession,"I looked at him questioning,"I come here so often in the afternoon, I have a hoard just for an occasion like this."The sky was growing pink. Percy stood and dived in the pee. I watched his strong stage and firm hind end under his suit as he dived into the pocket billiards and disappeared under the nightfall. He was gone now to his ‘ cache'emerging in moments…a bottle of wine lifted above his body, a gorgeous smile, swimming to me and beside me now…using his thumb to open it, pushing the phellem inside…"surprise !"he exclaimed and we were both laughing. I hugged him…"Just for here and now like this ?"And shared the new bottle. Hugging again.

His consistence was wet and slipperiness and I rubbed his back…His workforce 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 hands massaging my rachis and down my back.

I heard the give-and-take of Oscar Hammerstein II, and the singing of Mary Martin or Mitzi Gaynor…they looked into the eyes of Ezio Pinza or Rossano Brazzi…And it was me Carol at the Sacred fall looking into the eyes of him, Percy…smiling…Some Enchanted Evening….I will contact a stranger…thrills went down my back…his hands were down my back…my hands rubbing his back and down…"Who can explain it ? Who can tell you why ?"Those beautiful give-and-take of the song…and our hired hand on each early : who can explain it ? Not the words but the impression, just now, in the Wilderness, in Paradise…the sacred falls…his hands on my back…I shouldn't…I wouldn't…but I was…I was hot…his terribly hot handwriting on me…stroking, stroking…I didn't know what would occur next but they did.

He stood, lifting me…we embraced…"Some enchanting eve"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 raw buff, our anatomy meeting…he was besotted and hot on me…I reached down…he pulled us into the pool, beneath the water supply, our bodies joining and up…kissing now…our tongues…our bodies..he lifted me to the shore and on my blanket. He was at the water edge. I heard the buffeting of the falls and he brought me to him…my legs around his cheek. I looked down and he smiled. He pulled me closer to his smile, lifting my bottom on to his sass. The herculean thumb…now gentling me…so"ahhh"gentle on my cunt lips, massaging. I closed my eyes. This witch evening.

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

I could find him coming out of the puddle now hovering over my body. He kissed me…both of us kissing…his stiff cock at me, touching me, searching for its home…I reached down to position him…he said"No… let little Percy find you all by himself."Little Percy, indeed…I had felt the'petty"guy ! I didn't want to wait but removed my traction on his huge remains cock…I felt him searching for my aching body…I was so set up 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 ‘ lilliputian ‘ pocket-sized, huge, stiff Percy…I lifted for him…meeting him…wanting this…on my enchant eve with a alien a beautiful stranger…"Oh !"I didn't have to expect any longer…he was inside and abstruse and urgent and again…I lifted again to take all of him into my eubstance,"Milk River me Man !"Please eff me deep 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 autumn pounding in my pinna as ‘ picayune Percy ‘ was pounding my cunt…then quieting me, smoothing me down with placate kisses. I hugged him tight not wanting him to leave me but feeling him go soft, slipping out and we laid, English by side.

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

At place my girlfriend asked :"Have a skilful clip ?"I just laughed and said :"You will never know ! ”