Being Thomas More intimate stories by other lady who enjoyed orgasms in different times and unsuspected places.

Rear survey Mirror, role 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 showtime job…I was enjoying my sexuality…my knocker were plentiful and son made me pay attention to myself with their looks and stares before I knew all about'things.'But by this time, I was a little previous and liked to show myself off to male child and my teachers…it made me palpate important besides just being a skillful daughter with salutary grades.

It was still a very private matter : show and read off but…well, it was then I began to go to school without panties and it made me feel brave though it was from some of the other little girl that I first heard about not wearing them. Little did the boys know when they admired me, there was only the fabric of my school garb separating their looks from something truly special that would have opened their eyes wide and make them lick their lips. Just walking around that way aroused me Whitney Young body.

But after work, in my aphrodisiac pantyless country, I would walk home and think of school and my job and, in special, the erstwhile boy who also worked there. He had a small car and one day drove up alongside as I was walking home and asked to yield 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 seat for me as I jumped back in and sat in the little jumping tail with my ramification partly up and my dress draped high around them. I was scared he might have"had a face"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 people and won't bite. Just pet him behind the ears,"he said and I did. doggie licked my cheek as I rubbed his capitulum and he scramble his wooden leg around, pushing my clothes down and exposing my legs. I pushed it back up but the bow-wow was enjoying his capitulum being rubbed, was very delirious and his paws fumbled all over me, messing my dress and even stepping on my crotch !

I looked in my friend's fundament view mirror and he was watching me play with his dog. I saw his eyes staring at me and I smiled back as the dog was getting really friendly with me but I pushed him down on the seat. There was niggling room in the seat and he was finally sitting between my legs and panting…his doggie tongue going back and Forth, slobbering on my wearing apparel so I pushed him down and away. incorrect thing to do !

I pushed him down between my pegleg and he licked my leg on one side and then the early and I was still rubbing his ears as I was told. I looked in the rear thought mirror. My friend's eyes were glued to the scene in his game seat and I realized why. My dress was pushed to my shank 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 doggie was still licking up my leg and it felt near. I wanted more doggie lap and he was fully of salt lick : the side of meat of this leg, then that, and my friend staring. It was suddenly very quiet in the little car or was it that my ears were ringing ? I felt hot there in the back ass with doggie, a licking tongue and those eyes in the back end opinion mirror…watching.

He moved the mirror to a rake and I could see myself now and my private and then the doggy at work and it was all very erotic to me just then. I laid my head back to catch my breath. incorrectly thing to do again ! Because then the doggie licked right on my twat. This one big lap of his spit was startling and then another lick…my soundbox jolted."Let him lap up you…no one will lie with,"my friend said as he kept looking at my nakedness.

The car seemed to be moving very slowly and I petted the dog's ears some more and reached down to disperse my cunt lips for him…it was naughty…but I was aroused and wanted more thrashing and he was doing just that. When I watched my booster's eyes and his smile it made me even hotter like I was not only cuming for the doggie but also with him at the like time and I opened my legs wider to show him everything I had. I was slender, with sizeable breasts and my cunt was getting ginger hairs and I felt proud and hot showing myself to him as the dog kept at me. It was all spontaneous and dirty and my capitulum were full.

Then I felt a shudder at my shank and my legs got shaky as the dog licked me all over and between my back talk and on my button, which made me agitate. Doggie churned me and licked and licked. My head was laid back, my eyes were closed and I peeked to see my friend gripping the roulette wheel. He was breathing deeply too at the aspect. I was curtly of breath and gasping for air as the dog had his way with me. I was spending on his tongue…he was getting delirious with my taste sensation. I hoped we'd never get house !"Ohhh ! Ohh ! Mmmm"I was murmuring as the heat at my waist traveled along my body, my nipples hard. Then the doggie slowed and finished and I was still dripping on the piffling fundament and pushed him away. I couldn't take any Thomas More. That dog had made me cum hard on that naughty tongue and all in patently purview. I was still breathing hard as the car stopped. I was home. I straightened my dress.

"ride home plate tomorrow ?"my Quaker asked as I got out of the car. I was still in a heated, dream-like State Department. I didn't answer him but I think he knew. I couldn't time lag to get off work the next day and"get off"again.

fundament prospect Mirror, region II

I got out of his car, petted the beautiful dog on his mind and capitulum, very soft cuddly spike, and he licked my hand ;"dog slobber"on my hand,"Yuk !"but when I walked into my house my crotch was still wet and dripping with his former"drivel"which made me tingle and trot preceding Mum to my room and get the nearest 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, come down and aid with me with the potato !"It was Mum and she broke the enchantment, putting on my pantie so I wouldn't drip mould, cleaning again and down to help with dinner party."Your typeface is red,"Mum said,"did you run nursing home from work ? You seem out of breath."I just nodded and began peeling and dream of the future day's ride, and you know the drive I mean.

But then there was schoolhouse, which went very deadening, and off to process but the boy wasn't there so work was a real annoyance and it wasn't until several days later that he was back at work."I had to get my car repaired,"he said, smiling at me."I'll see you after work."My eye skipped a meter and the clock moved dull. It was pay day and I got my package :"Mum won't be back for a couple 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 plunk for rump again, he was already checking me out in his rear view mirror and if some lady friend take awhile to get in the mood for fun it wasn't this young lady or this dog, he was already nosing around. It was a warm day, windows down, the air blowing my hair, the smell of the ocean and my fountainhead 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 ride, too, and here he is."In the humor and now out of the mood just as quick as that his friend got in the front and we all said"Hi"and off we went. Now I pushed the dog away from me and held his collar making him sit beside and away from me ; he was just as at sea as was I at these developments. peach about"three's a crowd"well we had a crowd and a dog and a serious turn off but I didn't say anything and we were at the beach, parked on a low drop-off but where I could get wind the waves and the mewlling chump with their piercing cries.

"I brought some bite and affair,"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 booster knows all about things."I couldn't believe my ear at that remark but what was I to do. I was in the back seat of a two door car. I had nowhere to go and had all kinds of expectations but now, none at all.

We all shared some goody and a drink and the dog was squirming and trying to get out of my grip."He's nervous,"he said,"just let him loose and see what he does. We all want to watch him."So there I was, my body ready, my mind not so much and he was licking my sura and my knee and above my knee and two boys in the figurehead stern, one looking through the mirror and the other adjusting in his behind looking right at me. He smiled and I grimaced. I wasn't ready for a secondly boy even if HE was ready for a show but the dog was sure as shooting set and randy and this time he was humping my leg, licking my expression, then trying to nose me and I was being watched by four eyes in the front tail end and I was breathing hard now, impudence red, ears ringing, sucker crying and my organic structure crying for that dog no matter where I was and suddenly I didn't charge who was watching.

It was a hot scene. Then it wasn't just the dog cock that was out but two more starchy cocks were out and everyone was petting everyone it seemed…the new boy climbed in the dorsum can and kissed me, putting my hand on him. His turncock was slippery ; I was slippery and he pulled up my apparel, I was past it now and didn't care, I surprised myself and was stroking hammer, opening my slit for the dog with my other paw, and dog was at me with his stupid, tremendous, wet, long tongue all over me there and everything was dreamy in my head and body, my legs were tingly and awake, like the boy's clay pecker,"Don't stop,"he said,"Ohh, just like that, don't, don't stop,"and he lifted his butt and shot his cum in the air landing on the dog's back but I kept at him until he was limp. Then he just held my hand and slumped in the behind, so it was my act now to talk to my dog and his tongue was up me and out and around and inside again, I opened my eyes and there was our driver wanking himself and spending on the steering wheel, the dog was licking my nectar and humping his dick toward me as I kept pushing him off…but I scooted down for more lingua and there were hands on my peg, then a mitt on the dog's cock guiding it to me, hitting at my cunt lips, wetting me more but he was one frantic canine tooth at this point in time poking at a very frantic girl's organic structure. I said"No !"and then"No !"again but things were out of control.

The dog was hurting my arse when he missed and missed again, that sharp pointy affair missing the crisscross, stabbing away."Scoot down more ; lift up a niggling ; don't vamp an animal."“ No ! Don't,"I said but lifted up more, scooting down. My spike were fully and I scooted down ; this time he didn't miss and I felt this smooth cock stab again but dig sliding inside and I had set the dog on firing, pounding me inside, again and again. I was on fervor, my cunt hot and ready, lifting and writhing on this knife affair ; we were joined and"No, don't"had become"No, don't stop."The rear view mirror showed my start eyes like they were in a spell, I knew my solid body was tense, waiting for another thrust and another and I was hearing words like the boy ‘ s :"Don't catch. Please don't, don't period. Just there just there, Ohh, ohh."word wouldn't come ; licking my lips, trying to breath, tasting the SALT air, the boy petting my thighs, holding the dog at me, bringing me off again, bringing all four of us off.

As we were driving back there was no conversation and I tried to tidy up and smooth my wearing apparel, hoping Mum hadn't come home early. I needed a bathtub ; I was still in a sweat, needed to houseclean up and cool down down. She wouldn't believe I had run home a second gear time that week and I didn't want to explain, obviously."It was just a one sentence thing."I said."I'm not that form of girl."And cerebration, wondering, about the succeeding ride home."Bye !"and the two of them drove off, me finally at plate, 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 clothes in brain and it would be easier to bring up up for things.



Not just my toes got attending !

I loved to get make for Saturday night and as a Lester Willis Young girl showing off my"wares"at the topical anaesthetic saltation which meant for me a lot of primping with my hair, my fingernails nicely painted with my toes to match and I spent most of the day getting fix for the night : laying out my dress, what I would break ( and not tire out ! I was a aphrodisiacal matter and didn't wear a terminated turnout if you get my hint ). My turn : a thorough bath and after that, my body all radiant, a pedicure.

Mum and sis were out for their own Saturday routines and I was alone in the business firm to pamper and primp myself. I had a appointment that Nox 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, set 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 finger and now my toes. Everything had to mate : finger, toes, hair ribbon setting off my wearing apparel. My metrical unit in a pan of fond urine, knees up and sitting on the fecal matter, my little doggie nearby, natural language out as usual, walking to my pan of water, sniffing around, looking up as I patted his heading and began to prune my toenails, doggie licking my finger and sniffing my toes when I took a foot from the warm H2O, I patted his head and stroked his soft ears.

So exposure this : a pretty girl, like me, only covered with a towel ( covered ? Not totally overlay, I mean it was just a towel. ) but I was alone in our kitchen, knees up, towel slipping to my waist, my crotch, radiant from the bath, and there for the Earth to see but I was alone and common soldier, pretty much alone, legs apart to better turn over my groundwork, my toes closed together, the lips of my prick closed but my crotch open so I could get at my pes, doggie ready for head-patting, hand trouncing, me thinking of my day of the month at the dance that night, totally houseclean from my bath, but thinking of what particular date and I would be doing and feeling in dingy turning point of the dance vestibule and afterward when he would play with me and I would"terpsichore"my body on his hand, how his fingers would surely get me hot and urinate me cum as he fingered my kooz, that he would whisper in my ear and kiss my mouth and differentiate me how pretty I am and how he loved my naked cunt ; that he was gladiolus 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 easy doggie fountainhead, his licking doggie clapper on my hand and then my toes but then he went between my articulatio genus and his frigidness olfactory organ brought me back to the kitchen and my pedicure. I pushed him away :"Naughty boy. Your nose is cold !"and he looked up at me curious, 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 scent and wanted more than, his pry slipping all along my kooz from posterior up to top and I gasped when he slid up to the top and that cold nose on my fanny sent a chill like it was my date was at me, but now it was during the day, an betimes excitement before the dance that night and I pushed his intrude away.

There wasn't anything wrong about an barren dog or me and my pedicure but that cold nose was unexpected and shocking and brought thoughts of Sabbatum nighttime to the here and now and I wasn't cook yet I thought. It was this unusual thing in my head and I was alone, it was pipe down, my Mum and babe wouldn't be back anytime soon ; doggie looked harm when I pushed him off, his eyes looked sad and would I let him"nose me"again ?

I wasn't easy. I was a serious fille but his cold nose was exciting my private and it was our very private thing ; who would know ; the kitchen was quiet except my capitulum were ringing ; then doggie's wet cold nose was back on my slit spreading my lips apart with another shocking slide. My wooden leg opened more as ramification will and that cold nose from bottom to top, sliding up my wet slit, hitting my button, sending a jerk and I put my hired hand on his head, this time petting his nose, his thrilling nose and then that tongue, up the wall of my prick again,"serious doggie,"this prison term, getting me wet, his lingua had my penchant and he was at it.

It was too recently for me to cease ; I wanted this now ; I was past thinking, it was too gamey, too unspoilt and exciting and disallow all together, tongue and hind end now in control. I was dancing in my thinker feeling respectable things. My towel slipped off and I was smoothing my knees and down my legs, spreading my lips for my worked up doggie and his queasy tongue, making me spend, licking up my spend and I was petting his ears, lifting his sassing on me. His clapper was dipping inside my slit for more than and I was hot at my center of attention ; my organic structure was throbbing now as his cold nozzle and hot tongue were bringing me off like no engagement had ever done at any saltation or in any shadow corner, my toes curling up, and here in the middle of my tranquilize kitchen I could listen my appointment whispering as I came and came, this time not on his fingerbreadth, as he was holding my face. This metre coming on a young barker's clapper and I was holding doggie ‘ s face, hoping he wouldn't point, not now in the eye of my pedicure. I was feeling very naughty and very hot being licked until he was finished with me and walked away to his H2O stadium, both of us panting. I looked down at my feet, easing them down in the water and finally cooling down from my thrill pedicure. Saturday Nox had come early. I knew I was shamed of this but had the rightfulness to remain silent even with the tintinnabulation still loud in my auricle and making me smile, licking my lips.

A Vow Broken…or Was it ?

It wouldn't take place these 24-hour interval but when my boyfriend and I started dating there were unlike rules : condom were hard to recover, virginity was significant, casual sex was for ‘ other'mass, etc., etc. So it is no surprise that when Brett and I started getting life-threatening we made sacred promise to each former including :"no sex before wedlock"though we loved each former. And, you know, being sound Thomas Kid we stuck to it. I mean, after we began dating he kissed me on our third date ( another old prescript ) 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 trivial resistance act at firstly, to taunt him…it felt so good to give birth his helping hand on me there, his fingers getting slippery from me…and then I was unzipping him…heavy petting during and after a display at the drive-in…It was the first erect prick I had seen, or stroked or kissed…I learned all about cocks and how to squeeze, kiss, caress, attain it wet…then he got me to lick him. He showed me all about my body but we still kept our promised to hold off 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 wait. We had taken the Vow !

One dark we were at a party at a friend's house and we little girl got to talking…the boy on another side of meat of the room…I told them about my vow with Brett and it got discussed and some of the little girl tittered at that and said we'd really already had sex…just not incursion. Of line, his pissed cock had penetrated my mouth and his fingers had penetrated my wet cunt and …I loved it when we did that…but no shaft 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 quietus. 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 component. I confess I had itch beyond what we did…I didn't Tell Brett of my frustration but I took aid of them in another way. My body…my cunt…still ached for Brett but we had our vow…damn !

A few weeks after the party, Bret and I went on a double date and drove to the beach. We had a twosome six packs…we weren't complete prudes…and sat on the Sand on blankets my girl brought and we were soon drinking, laughing, kissing, flavor and all…Brett was under my dress, inside my step-in as common, his finger setting me on firing 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 majuscule ?"With all the fondling, breathing and fingering I didn't placard when my girlfriend and her particular date got up and stood over us…just shadows… My lady friend 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 imagine or say…

My legs slam 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 boyfriend responded :"Oh yes we are…Enough of this pathetic vow you two have…it's all ridiculous."

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

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

"We're taking charge here, you two idiots. Brett's girlfriend is one hot biddy and I've wanted to roll in the hay her myself,"the voice in the iniquity said. I tried to see his face but everything was shadows. And the waves were pounding…the Amandine Aurore Lucie Dupin in my toes. There was Moon and clouds and the buffeting of the waves and my head was throbbing."There's a meter for fucking,"he said…"that meter is now !"

I started to remain firm 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 terminate up what you started !"I was scared and looked at Brett, still beside me, asking :"What do we do now ?"

I was looking for assist but Brett was silent. What an asshole ! I think he liked the unanimous scene…I thought he might even ingest planned it…"This wasn't my idea, good,"he said. He was still a defendant ! And now there were hands, piles of workforce, holding my radiocarpal joint above my mind and grabbing my wooden leg 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."service !"I said. The waves pounded against the phone of my voice."You can't do this ! full point !"

Brett was outnumbered and helpless at this stop. I didn't know what to do…screaming was a waste on that isolated beach. The waving were meretricious in my ears…the sky overcast…I couldn't see any stars. No moon and I was being held by strong guys…my lady friend was no help…she whispered to me :"No one's going to bruise you,"she said with a flaccid, reassuring tone. Her hands were on me ; she pulled up my dress…took down my pantie. I was now undefendable to the world. I was scared…but I knew I wouldn't be hurt…at the spoiled I would get fucked…how bad could it be ? But I wasn't going to be tardily and tried to squirm away."God ! What a body,"one guy said.

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

I was in the firm grip of guys who were filled with lust…lust for my body…I was pulsing and frightened at it all but, yes, I was also full of lecherousness on the blanket, at the beach, with the phone 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 cream that thing,"said yet another and I felt a sass on my minuscule virgin cunt…I flexed…a hot tongue licking up one side and then up the other…a cold nose moving on my clit…which stiffened to the knife and I squirmed again but this time, spontaneously, it felt so good…I fought the feeling…didn't want my dead body to respond but it did. I dug my arse into the blanket but two hands lifted my laughingstock cheeks…thumbs spreading me. This had to stop. The air was cool off, waves were licking the shoreline…the licking of my cunt was continuing. I tried to move to one English, then the other, my legs being held, and squeezed my pussy but the licking…Oh God…that glossa ! Hands lifting me up…the licking continued. I couldn't help it and then another lick. I had to let myself go now. My body had taken charge.

"She's a heavy 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 know. I was thrashing my head from side to side…"No…don't"I said but now I was just mumbling. His hand was on my stomach, pulling my peel back…lifting my clit…a nose, a thumb…it was too, too good. I couldn't help myself and lifted for more of his tremendous tongue.

His knife was slipping in me and along my cunt walls as I twisted from English to side…I opened my optic 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 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 undulation,"Uh, UH, UH, OH"I spasmed. The beach was aloud and alive with water rushing in, rushing out ; my tone were rushing the same…my cheeks 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 beef,"the licker said…looking up…"You are so fucking wet !"It was true…I was.

I tried once more to worm away and I slipped from his range on my puss sass but only briefly as he encircled my pegleg with his arms, lifting me for serious tonguing…I was captured…no way out…"UH, OH !"but I was not getting away from him this time. I was in lust…beginning to relax, wanting this violation…and lifted now, arching open for his natural language and my other captor sensing my lust, released my wrist joint. My girlfriends whispered Holy Scripture coming to me again :"No one's going to spite you."To be honest it didn't hurt so far…NO ! it didn't hurt at all. I was starting to ache for more.

My hands went to the principal of this licking bastard at my waistline and I rode that face…writhing on his mouth as waves were pulsing inside me now. Suddenly he stopped."She's set guys !"he said…"My knife's tired ! Saviour !"I started to relax a fiddling, my wet snatch open to the dark but my ankles were still held…my hand covered my privates and for the maiden time I realized how wet I was…I had never been that wet…I was embarrassed and looked into the dark apparition of these guys and my girlfriend…but I hadn't cum yet…it had felt skilful but my torso needed finishing…my soundbox was thirsting for the coda but was cooling down rapidly. I said aught but I was silently begging for more….my cunt was aching…the cool air was on my snatch lips..inside I was bursting and hot.

"Come on Brett. We've got her ready…now finish her !"Oh no, I thought : OUR VOWS ! I looked up. Brett just stood there…looking at me, the scene, the guys 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 turn at her…she's ready…so let's go."Brett looked at me, at my eyes, I looked back…my pegleg being held and overspread open…my pussy hot and dripping, my mental state confused and hot…and I do mean HOT ! We loved each former ; we were going to marry some day…why were we putting it off ? I was confused, doubting, questioning my future husband and his resolve…I laid my foreland back, closed my eyes…It was true : I was hot, and make and aching…

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

Moments passed…I learn a zipper…zippers ? …and then felt someone getting between my legs…I stared up at the shadow sky…my hands over my privates, manpower taking my wrist away from my hot organic structure, exposing me again, pushing them back over my head. I felt trend between my legs and a stiff pecker poking at me, I looked up at Brett, standing there, looking down….then somebody held my radiocarpal joint, firmly, I was open and ready…more poking at my cunt then spreading my pussy lips…the shadowy figure knelt close…"It's him or me,"said the guy between my legs…"One last chance…make your option, Brett…it's you or me…you're 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 moving ridge were loud. I hoped he heard the desperation in my spokesperson. I waited. I was benumbed and closed my centre again. I didn't have to await long as I felt a cock begin teasing my pussy lips but then it moved away ... my script still held away from my privates…I felt featherbrained, bewildered. I wanted pricking. I waited. I was so incredibly hot, uncoerced, vulnerable…not scared…wanting…there was more crusade on the cover and then :

A prick was pressing at me, teasing again, massaging my puffed sassing. 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 really incision 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 men guiding it…a cock fucking me, taking control. It was what I had dreamed of on so many Nox after heavy fondling with Brett. I couldn't state him about it…now it had all come to me there in the Nox on the blanket at the beach. I wanted the tangible matter fucking me. I listened to the pounding wave and wanting my own pounding…that dent was entering me now and I lifted to assemble it.

I was a confined to my body, judgment and captors…whoever it was inside me was taking it slow…milking. But wait ! This wasn't my familiar ‘ lady'size of it, 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 cat released my wrists, sensing now my willingness…it was hurting me and I reached for it…my hand were at my waist, smoothing my legs…feeling my tomentum, 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 awful, terrific 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 prompt in and out of me…"OH !"I exclaimed as he hit into me.

It was my round to tease…fingers on each incline of the monster…wetting our genitals with our fluids…I stroked the sides of his tool…balls hitting me. I was churning from side to side…his breath 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 great tool which searched interior and up to my throat, chewing on it as if it was in my throat and I went numb. I couldn't breathe, the waving were swirling on the beach, in my brainpower, washing through my cunt, to all of me. My ankles were released, and I was holding this torso, this great putz, bucking with it."OH ! OH !"Then the Earth went quiet…slowly the wonderful cock softened and withdrew.

I didn't want it to leave and I squeezed to control it but it slipped out. Then there were former hammer and to a greater extent cuddling and licking…I had turned on all the guys with my passions ... I was weak and couldn't resist…I wanted more, I did…my twat ached for more…more and to a greater extent screwing on the beach, on the blanket, in the shadow, 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 leave sinner…I was fucked there on the cover until I was drained. Brett held my hand and stroked my second joint and then covered me as we lay together, breathing deeply. He was kissing me down now, down from the top. It was quiet, dark, the tide was receding, the waves more aloof. I put my foreland on his shoulder and reached to his waistline to experience if it was him who was first to stimulate me. It had been so night and my lecherousness so intense I wasn't sure. His cock stiffened with my stroking. I measured it with my paw around it, wondering, but not saying. It felt like that very first rooster but I wasn't an expert.

I just couldn't be sure and almost didn't tutelage. I loved Brett and loved all the screwing but I couldn't keep doing this. We had a modified vow. It had been a one dark affair. One affair was for trusted. I would need a braggy 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 moody. Besides, I was off to the face also being fucked."

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

The Pub Wall…what a surprise, percentage I

I was a odorous young thing, recently married and with a lowly shaver 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 child, in my mind…I was just barely 21, full of hormones, didn't want more children…one was enough…joy but burden along therewith…you know what I mean. Days at house, no husband, boredom, a job was the thing and my Mom loved caring for the youngster.

I was a good girl but often corneous. I once told the nurse, who asked if I had any problem, that I got really wet down there. She just laughed and left me in the examination elbow room to contemplate what was so funny about the motion. So puritanical and proper but got wet easily and pregnant and now with a youngster.

I got a job. Wouldn't you ? A little walking around money and something to do…people to match, like, shall I say, Johnnie. We sold, or rather, rented TV's and computing machine and things…pay as you go but have them now…for the great unwashed with fiddling credit…Johnnie would take the air me home plate 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 foresightful auburn hair was gorgeous…how I made men turn around and look at my hairsbreadth and legs and my ass…how I was"hot."And so, working days would pass and the walks house were More fun than work.

One Night he told me he'd buy me a drink on the way home…I arranged for tiddler to be with Mom overnight…that day I wore a shorter bird than usual…combed my hair until it really shined…we were going to a pub…have a drunkenness and then he would, as usual, walk me home but what a surprise was in store for me that dark along the low rampart outside the pub.

Oh, I knew Johnnie was just a flattering young lad who meant no harm…I was a married woman with a young kid. But he knew married man was gone for periods…I dead reckoning he knew about internal secretion and young girls…he could never suppose how I got so wet at times…how I made that entertain laugh with my question…and the other girls at study saw him paying attention to me and would tell me matter :"Watch out for Johnnie,"they would titter,"walking you home is just the kickoff of things."I didn't know what the"matter"were…he was gracious to me. I would find out about"things"and"low Pub paries"that night.

All I could call back 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 staff to the pub…it was former Fall…a warm evening and the crickets were mad in their celebration…we sat at a mesa and he brought a pint of lager beer and a glass of white wine for me…it was things about body of work and the people we worked with and the wine was warm going down…I didn't know why I was uneasy but I surely was.

Johnnie told me of his wife and how she never had time 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 married woman 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 unknown that just a man using that countersign could make me wet…my tegument was warm…my whole body was warm…Johnnie brought me another chalk of vino to go with his dry pint and continued on about his wife and, then that word of honor again :"fucking"and if it was the wine or the word or how he looked at me or when I noticed some men at the bar looking at me…I shivered…I pressed my legs together…wrong matter to do just then…I was wet and squeezing my legs sent me more shivers…so I swallowed some wine and felt a short dizzy about it all…this man, those men at the bar, squeezing my stage, getting that thrill…my husband gone now several weeks…I wished he was home tonight…I'd tell him to"fuck me."I wouldn't say it out loud…I was a commodity 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 townspeople and I was feeling it was warm in the way and it was time to go and walk home and I told him I had enough wine-colored, that I knew my limit.

What I didn't know was my"limits."I was faithful to my hubby and my small fry 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 end his pint and pay the circular. I was looking forward to Saturday morning and going shopping in town…it would be a beautiful day…it was warm this evening and surely be a prissy morning…those men at the bar…looking…and Johnnie and all his nice run-in and the"piece of tail"word lingered in my mind and I was thinking of fucking just now. I went to the gentlewoman to refreshen up…my nerve was flushed from the wine…my panties 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 backtalk were puffed up and wiping got me hot but it was time to go…I couldn't stay the night in the bathroom !

Johnnie finally…finally…finished his pint and off we went…waving soundly night to the bar keep…the men at the bar gave us…me…a death smile and wave…and off we popped. It was very grim exterior and the crickets were in wide voice…no moon and secluded.

There was a low rampart along one incline of the pub…Johnnie pushed me against it and kissed me full-of-the-moon on the lips…his natural language went inside my mouth, exploring my mouth. My tongue pushed back…"How daring he,"I thought as he insinuated it in and around my tongue…I jerked my head back and he looked me in the eyes, smiling…his 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 little girl saying :"…walking base with Johnnie is just the start of things…"Johnnie's mouth was on me again…I was wet again…as his knife wetted mine and my sassing 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 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 in good order :"…it was just the start of things…"I was a soundly daughter but my consistence was being bad…his breathing spell on my face…my breath on his…my tongue 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"be intimate"me…there was that word of honor again. I wasn't going to"shtup"him and told him"No."But his natural language was whispering to me and his brim 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 shank were aligned…my bottom on the paries his waist pressing against me. I looked to be for sure we were alone.

I heard him unzip and he was around my shank again…moving between my ramification 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 late for that as I felt his flesh now…it was hot and the night was cool and I said just a very weak…a hoping and willing"please, Johnnie"as I knew I was wet, that my"twat"was wet and ready…I didn't say that word…I imagined my"cunt"and it was fix for his rooster as I felt his tegument against my pelt and I looked around, the pub noise and the night noise, and praying we wouldn't be interrupted…I wanted him to"fuck"my"cunt"…we were both hot and wet and ready for"fucking."

I reached under my skirt…he wasn't in me yet…I took wait of his shaft 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 tool was not as long as husband's but it seemed very thick and he pressed against me and I felt the nous spread my lips…he almost hurt me but I loved this bit of pain…he slipped inside and my cunt adjusted to this thick pole of a cock…I wanted release. I wanted fucking…even outside on the low pub wall…he held me cockeyed and pushed…I opened as wide of the mark as I could…"Please"I repeated as he forced his way deep and I felt his waist on my waist…his hairs 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 Lapp time…he got at me…our tongues…my cunt, his rooster, our external respiration, and then I grabbed at his neck opening and his waist pulling him smashed as he fucked into me and I fucked him back…I couldn't get enough of that midst hot cock until I was finished and came and was cool again and he lifted me down off that low pub wall…I had gotten off… and we walked home…his cum oozing down my thighs…I was so gladiolus I could go home plate to an empty business firm, clean myself up and dream about low pub walls…and, for Johnnie and me…it was just the"head start of things."Delicious sexy affair as you will see.

The Pub Wall…Part II…we got started

After that nighttime on the pub paries I was afraid to go to work…afraid to front Johnnie in the centre and with all the former girls on the verge of giggles…after all, they had warned me about Johnnie…how walking me base was just getting started with him…and I knew now what was"getting started"and all that.

But I did go to run, 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 paries, unzipping, that very thick cock, spreading me, fucking me and making me come and come…so I did look him in the centre and smiled back…I know it was wrong…I was a married cleaning woman with a small child and, also, my hubby was often gone for a long prison term. What is a vernal woman to do except…well…I did affair after they got started…it was all Johnnie's fault, you know, if he hadn't befriended me, walked me home, bought me a drink at the pub, put me on the wall…fucked me…Oh God ! Did he ever fuck me effective and hard and made me shake and hold him in a death's clench and want him to never leave my body…my puss was starved for his cock…"piece of tail me Johnnie,"it said…and my puss wanted it more…it was a thanksgiving to my body…my trunk craved these things…so what was I to do…a power had come into my life…its name was Johnnie…thick putz, hot, Johnnie. His wife came to satisfy 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 home by myself that night and looked at myself in the bathroom mirror…my tomentum and my oral fissure that he had devoured…took off my work clothes and stood in front of the mirror…for the outset time…admiring myself. Hubby never said I was really reasonably, 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 bush and my powdered ginger hair and feeling how wet I was at just the thought process of his cock in me…I was a good girl but never as good or clean as when I was coming on Johnnie's chummy shaft when it was fucking me…I went to kip and dreaming again of the low pub bulwark and"just the start of things."I was hoping married woman wouldn't cream him up after workplace again…it was my turn

And so it was…more privy smiles…I thought it might chance sooner and dressed for the event. I wore a short doll 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 Sir Thomas More rustling or giggles…he was around the corner in his little car…I jumped in and off we went…we had bucket can so I couldn't squeeze against him…"damn"I thought."Let's private road to the shoreline,"he said,"there's a pretty spot."And so we drove and he reached for my hand…I scooted down in my nates and it was growing dark but there was a Moon this night and I began to see its thoughtfulness on the road and the trees…soon he stopped the car…we were at the edge of the sea…I could pick up the moving ridge against the shore and the moonlight shimmering in the waves…he reached and held my hand…it was so tranquilize and peaceful…Johnnie and I were in a special place this dark after work…and he kissed me…just kind of a peck on my cheek and then on my lips and then that stupid tongue inside my backtalk, moving around and around and I thought what else he could do with his moving clapper. I had heard of tonguing and all but didn't know what that was…hubby and I were strictly the old fashioned way and then to sleep…covers over us and both sleeping…but Johnnie…the miss said :"walking me place was just the start"and so it was that night at the sea…waves, Moon, tongues and then…

"move over here,"he said. He pulled me…my consistence over toward him…lifting me over to where he was opposite the wheel…so what is this all about, I thought, what is he doing ? I was a bad girl, a very bad and naughty girl, this night…I dressed that cockcrow without knickers…had felt hot and wet all day at work…hoping no one would notice…there was a man who sat opposite my desk who was always giving me the eye…and ducking under his desk to look at my legs…he was a unknown bloke but even he excited untested and beautiful me…I saw him duck under the desk pretending to foot up something but I knew he was looking at my wooden leg and up my dress if he could…I opened my peg and let him look at my fanny…I was naughty but you should have got seen the facial expression on his cheek ! I loved it…letting him look at my cunt…just the persuasion had made me hot and wet…and here I was with Johnnie Hot…my pet name for unspoilt old Johnnie…

Johnnie Hot and what was his following trick…it wasn't long for me to find out…he pulled me over to him and the steering wheel but I didn't get all the way over before he stopped me and began to buss and pet me…telling me how pretty I was and I just poured down. In my head I saw his men on my pegleg and felt them, too, moving along my thighs…"You're so incredible,"he said,"and your legs are smooth."He ran along my second joint, back and Forth River, and to the spirit of me…petting my cunt…"Your cunt is sonant and wet,"he said…it all wind up me…I knew his finger's breadth were wet with me…I wanted his shaft 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 cock and he lifted to my touch…I was turning him on and he said dirty things to me…"You're a hot woman. You're so naughty and dirty…and I've got a 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 sexy and hot and pretty and wanted to know my surprise. I didn't waiting long.

He lifted my doll 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 seat and in between, the console table and gear shift knob true 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 gentle to let in 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 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 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 handout like on the wall…this knob job wasn't doing it…it was just a kind of gracious thing inside me and Johnnie kissing and fondling…

"Do you like your surprisal,"he asked and I nodded…trying to be appreciative…"Okay, but that's not your surprise…"I was confused now not knowing…Johnnie turned on the engine and the pommel came awake, inside me, moving about, vibrating and scaring me…I tried to pinch off but Johnnie held me down…his hands house on my shoulders…I relaxed a footling and let him maintain me down and he was kissing me again and his hired hand were all over my breasts and rubbing my thigh and the railway locomotive was running…but the paraphernalia shift key knob inscrutable 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 vibrations inside and then…then…there was the surprise…my body was feeling all this…all the vibration was touching me now…it wasn't just touching my cunt but making me find all over my cunt brim and my thighs and up and down my thighs…my knees were weak and Johnnie was whispering contaminating thing to me and my body was riding this thing inside setting me on fire and my ears were full…I heard the waves at the shore and closed my eyes…I couldn't see the moonlight…the luminousness was inside me…straddling this surprising 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 locomotive and I couldn't stand it any more but couldn't let go and saw principal and moonshine and rings in my ears…finally he turned off the engine…I was still churning, going, coming…trembling and on that knob which was making me purr and fare and purr some more. He was kissing and licking me…petting me…bringing me down…please institute me down…I was so gone…so wonderfully gone…needing to get down and he just held me and tears were on my face and I licked my mouth 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 Paradise

Hawaii Island : my favorite place but this time traveling alone as, at the cobbler's last minute, my lady friend had an emergency at work…I was determined…now on the planer from San Francisco to Honolulu…During the flight there was turbulence and I had visions of lavatory John Wayne piloting that old motored craft in the movie"The senior high school and the Mighty,"Phil Zellig Sabbatai Harris complaining in the rear of the plane…the crew evaluating the"item of no return"and they were passed it now, ignoring the imprecation of the comely stewardess. They could have turned back but counterfeit ahead into the unknown.

As the dry land crew foreman 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 illusion modern jet, the fuselage vibration, awakening me…then smoothing and I went back to dozing. It had been a farseeing day. I needed a holiday away from the turmoil of the office and my officious honcho who was always importuning me…the prettiest woman on the staff for :"Dinner ?"or"fondness a swallow or two after work ?"or what he was really saying to me after patting my arse :"How about going to my place to see my etchings, have a drink, strip down and fuck."How porcine ! Exactly why I needed a vacation.

Our plane landed, we all were on the WikiWiki bus off for our luggage and me to my room at the Moana…a lilliputian time at the Banyon Court for a drinkable or two and then some serious…all along…sack metre. The next day I had hired a car for a effort to the other side of meat of the island…away from the gang of Waikiki…to the quiet shores near the Polynesian Cultural plaza where there was little finish but lots of people.

Not far past the kernel was a wonderful tramp path among the fertile Malus pumila trees to the Sacred Falls and syndicate where I planned a peaceful and restful picnic. I had heard of this place from a indigene of the islands some years retiring and this was my time to search and enjoy. I drove past the small Greenwich Village of Kaawa to a parking lot which was almost empty. I was dressed and equipped for the hiking : A back battalion with snacks and wine, of row, some wine…and my skimpy outfit…a myopic apparel and tennis shoes. That's all I needed, plus a mantle for a little nap at the falls. I was on my way. No ordinary tourist was I and there were no tourer here…they were all buying the keepsake at the Cultural Center…a Mormon enterprise. Try finding a friendly bar there ! It wasn't going to happen. I brought my bar with me !

And up the hill I climbed which then leveled out for a soft climbing slowly to the falls, only a few Swedish mile. It began to rain and then stopped. I had my swim courtship under my niggling dress so I was prepared. Along the way I nodded at other hiker ascending and descending but few in telephone number. It was tranquilize and idyllic and dreamy…one could not need for more heaven in HI than this secluded hike and the capitulation and pocket billiards ahead.

I wasn't far on the path when I could hear the pounding piddle of the falls…my heart began to pound…with the wage increase and the thrill of paradise awaiting me ahead. I trudged along."Have you been here before ?"a part just behind me ask. I didn't look but, a trivial 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 reference of the voice. It was a handsome Hawaiian man…you know the sort : an apparently chiseled breast and torso, a broad smiling with beautiful smile. He was younger than me and I wondered, ‘ is this a come on ?'I was alert because of my boss I suppose and shouldn't have…we were just talking. But chatting led to other things so I was shy and coy and didn't answer.

But he said :"We Hawaiians… [ pronounced HaVaiians ] …find peace and serenity at the descent, it is a indigene thing. The fact of the surrender in this distant office, the sounds of the Waters, their cleanup 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 usurious portions…him behind me and I was envisioning him walking behind, under my butt…looking up my short garb at my butt…which was covered…a little…by my skimpy swim suit…but thinking of him watching my hips, my ass moving, undulating, was arousing me. Where was my girlfriend for a minuscule protection just now ? nursing home attending to her blasted emergency.

Just then I slipped on the wet path…down to where hand were holding me…on my bottom but preventing a fall…those hands on my genitalia at an unexpected moment but fleetingly, then away after I had steadied myself. I turn and looked at him. He was close, holding me for second gear. I smiled."Thank you,"I said. He smiled back, nodding. A big, strong and silent native. His implements of war were impregnable and muscled. I was such a tiny, slender thing. He could easily deliver caught me no matter how far I might birth 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 wooing or just let it be ? …I was getting aroused by the thought of being watched…admired ? … by the handsome native with the strong arms.

I mean, I'm attractive and appeal and he must also have been attracted to attractive me. It was natural and we were in Paradise. I just let it be and continued my hike. Let him look and admire my shape and my flesh and my almost raw bottom. Then, DAMN, I slipped again on the way of life and fell once again into his arms…my bare skin on his Brown University chassis which was terribly lovesome on me. But this time I had seriously slipped and was totally in his arm, against his chest."I'm so sorry,"I said. He just smiled…our consistence against each other's…warm, enfolding, clutching…ever so briefly and yet…it was on my psyche and surely on his.

He put me down."The surrender aren't far from here,"he said,"Be careful."“ okey"is all the brilliant answer I could throw, my face flush and didn't quite sleep with why but I was blushing. It wasn't to a greater extent than a quarter mile and we were at the foot of the falls, apple Tree abounding, I put down my blanket and sat to catch my breather, 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 of clothes."A bronze god,"I thought looking at him now and surely he was or could have been that. Indeed. I glanced at his legs, thighs, his hips, bureau, arms…the bulge in his suit…I caught my breath again ! Then he dived into the consortium and swam to the understructure of the falls letting waters cleanse him…he swam back to where I was…"The water is so refreshing,"he said, reaching his mitt to me…"cum on in…its cool and nice."I hesitated and then let him select my hand. He pulled on me gently and I was in the pee. My lithe body departure by his…our flesh touching slightly as I dived in. He was right. The piddle was cool and wonderful. We swam together to the falls and splashed underneath.

Then I swam back to my blanket. He lifted me up. Those hard hands on my waist lifting me easily to where my blanket and lunch were. I climbed up…showing him my undersurface 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 nice,"I said. He smiled.

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

There were a few others at the Falls, two child and their class who splashed and played, I brought out the wine and the tall mallow and bread…just enough for the two of us. The sun was in its descent…early afternoon. Stupid me ! I had forgotten to bring a phellem screw…how to open the wine without a nookie ? There was that word 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 prayer and close down your eyes,"he laughed again. And I did so. A mo later he took my hand and gave me the bottle, now afford."How did you do that ?"I exclaimed…"Magic ! Don't you believe in illusion ?"I laughed."But how ? …"

"I used my thumb,"he said."That is a very herculean thumb,"I remarked and we both laughed and drank from the bottle. Then cheese, bread, our little makeshift sandwich and Sir Thomas More drinking from the bottle…the splashing of the piddle from the free fall, the sky in the afternoon beginning to deform pink…I looked around…the children and their kin were gone…the two of us were very much alone…I looked at Sir Henry Percy."This is why I come here at this fourth dimension. For peace."ataraxis, I thought, alone with a sort of peace… or if I was a piece…if only there was a Holy Writ of verse with Old Khayyam…but a loaf of bread of bread, a flaskful 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 tidings 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 memory cache just for an juncture like this."The sky was growing pinko. Percy stood and dived in the water. I watched his strong legs and firm arse under his lawsuit as he dived into the pool and disappeared under the falls. He was gone now to his ‘ cache'emerging in moments…a bottle of wine lifted above his body, a gorgeous smile, swimming to me and beside me now…using his thumb to open it, pushing the cork inside…"surprisal !"he exclaimed and we were both laughing. I hugged him…"Just for moments like this ?"And shared the new feeding bottle. Hugging again.

His consistence was wet and slipperiness and I rubbed his back…His hands were on mine, smoothing down my sticker and I began to tingle. That word :'enchanted.'I swallowed from his bottle, mine now empty…I kept him in a hug, his hand massaging my dorsum and down my back.

I heard the Christian Bible of Oscar Hammerstein II, and the singing of Virgin Mary St. Martin or Mitzi Gaynor…they looked into the eyes of Ezio Pinza or Rossano Brazzi…And it was me Carol at the Sacred Falls looking into the eyes of him, Percy…smiling…Some Enchanted Evening….I will meet a stranger…thrills went down my back…his workforce were down my back…my hands rubbing his backrest and down…"Who can explain it ? Who can say you why ?"Those beautiful words of the song…and our hands on each other : who can explain it ? Not the words but the flavor, 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 hands on me…stroking, stroking…I didn't know what would happen next but they did.

He stood, lifting me…we embraced…"Some enchanting eventide"the sky was pink…he removed my top…my breasts pressed against his nakedness…I pulled at his shorts and he peeled them off, he pushed my bottoms down…we were two hot naked fan, our flesh meeting…he was smashed and hot on me…I reached down…he pulled us into the pool, beneath the body of water, 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 supply edge. I heard the pound of the falls and he brought me to him…my peg around his face. I looked down and he smiled. He pulled me snug to his grinning, lifting my bum on to his mouth. The powerful thumb…now gentling me…so"ahhh"gentle on my slit mouth, massaging. I closed my eye. This enchanted evening.

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

I could feel him coming out of the pool now hovering over my torso. He kissed me…both of us kissing…his unwavering rooster at me, touching me, searching for its home…I reached down to lieu him…he said"No… let slight Sir Henry Percy find you all by himself."Little Percy, indeed…I had felt the'little"guy ! I didn't want to hold back but absent my travelling bag on his huge cadaver cock…I felt him searching for my aching body…I was so fix for this…needed this…needed to release.

Then I felt his cock at me…spreading my lips…slowly…he was such a specimen…this beautiful man and ‘ little ‘ modest, Brobdingnagian, stiff Percy…I lifted for him…meeting him…wanting this…on my enchanted even with a unknown 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 contain all of him into my body,"milk me Man !"Please fuck me inscrutable and read 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 dusk pounding in my ears as ‘ piffling 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 sonant, slipping out and we laid, side by side.

He poured a piffling 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 survive spirit on me where I was still hot…

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