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fanny opinion Mirror, Part I by phyllisroger

I used to walk home from my after-school job…a couple nautical mile or more…and in those days…of having my foremost job…I was enjoying my sexuality…my breasts were sizable and male child made me pay attention to myself with their looks and stares before I knew all about'things.'But by this time, I was a piffling older and liked to show myself off to male child and my teachers…it made me experience important besides just being a in effect girl with good degree.

It was still a very common soldier affair : display and demo off but…well, it was then I began to go to school without panties and it made me palpate brave though it was from some of the other girls that I first heard about not wearing them. Little did the boys know when they admired me, there was only the cloth of my school dress separating their looks from something truly special that would have opened their eyes astray and make them lick their sass. Just walking around that way aroused me young body.

But after oeuvre, in my sexy pantyless body politic, I would walk home and think of school day and my job and, in particular, the older boy who also worked there. He had a low car and one day drove up alongside as I was walking home and asked to give me a ride…I said"Sure !"and popped in the straw man seat…But I almost sat on his dog and jumped out the door…he said :"Get in back,"and moved the bottom for me as I jumped back in and sat in the niggling jump seat with my wooden leg partly up and my dress draped high around them. I was scared he might stimulate"had a smell"but he didn't say anything and off we drove.

In a minute of arc his dog jumped back on me and I pushed it away."That's okay…he likes people and won't bite. Just pet him behind the capitulum,"he said and I did. Doggie licked my cheek as I rubbed his spike and he skin his legs around, pushing my garb down and exposing my peg. I pushed it back up but the doggie was enjoying his spike being rubbed, was very charge up and his paws fumbled all over me, messing my dress and even stepping on my genital organ !

I looked in my Friend's rear view 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 well-disposed with me but I pushed him down on the seat. There was little room in the fundament and he was finally sitting between my branch and panting…his doggie tongue going back and Forth River, slobbering on my dress so I pushed him down and away. ill-timed affair to do !

I pushed him down between my wooden leg and he licked my leg on one slope and then the other and I was still rubbing his ears as I was told. I looked in the rearward view mirror. My friend's optic were glued to the fit in his back backside and I realized why. My dress was pushed to my waist and he could see my nakedness underneath. I thought he would see 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 legs and it felt unspoiled. I wanted more pooch licks and he was wax of licks : the side 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 rearwards seat with barker, a thrashing tongue and those centre in the rear view mirror…watching.

He moved the mirror to a slant and I could see myself now and my common soldier and then the pooch at piece of work and it was all very erotic to me just then. I laid my head back to catch my breath. faulty matter to do again ! Because then the doggy licked right on my puss. This one big lap of his spit was startling and then another lick…my consistence jolted."Let him work out you…no one will have intercourse,"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 spread out my cunt lips for him…it was naughty…but I was aroused and wanted more licking and he was doing just that. When I watched my booster's eyes and his smile it made me even hotter like I was not only cuming for the pooch but also with him at the same time and I opened my legs wider to demo him everything I had. I was slender, with ample white meat and my cunt was getting gingerroot hair and I felt proud and hot showing myself to him as the dog kept at me. It was all ad-lib and dirty and my pinna were full.

Then I felt a shudder at my shank and my peg got rickety as the dog licked me all over and between my sassing and on my clit, which made me sway. doggy churned me and licked and licked. My head was laid back, my center were closed and I peeked to see my admirer gripping the wheel. He was breathing deeply too at the scene. I was short circuit of breath and gasping for air as the dog had his way with me. I was spending on his tongue…he was getting frantic with my taste sensation. I hoped we'd never get home !"Ohhh ! Ohh ! Mmmm"I was murmuring as the estrus at my waist traveled along my body, my nipples hard. Then the doggie slowed and finished and I was still dripping on the petty stern and pushed him away. I couldn't take any more. That dog had made me cum hard on that risque natural language and all in plain view. I was still breathing hard as the car stopped. I was home. I straightened my dress.

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

rear end persuasion Mirror, Part II

I got out of his car, petted the beautiful dog on his head and ears, very soft cuddly ears, and he licked my hand ;"dog slobber"on my hand,"Yuk !"but when I walked into my house my genitalia was still wet and dripping with his other"slobber"which made me shiver and trot past Mum to my way and get the nearest tissue paper to clean up. I sat on the bed, cleaning and touching and laid back ; my legs bare and cool and played with myself, still wetting up and came again quickly."dear, come down and aid with me with the potatoes !"It was Mum and she broke the tour, putting on my step-in so I wouldn't drip, cleaning again and down to assist with dinner."Your face is red,"Mum said,"did you run household from work ? You seem out of breath."I just nodded and began peeling and dreaming of the future day's ride, and you know the drive I mean.

But then there was school, which went very slacken, and off to lick but the boy wasn't there so piece of work was a real pain and it wasn't until several mean solar day later that he was back at work."I had to get my car repaired,"he said, smiling at me."I'll see you after work."My essence skipped a beat and the clock moved slow. It was pay day and I got my package :"Mum won't be back for a couple more hours,"I said as I got in the car."Sit in back,"he said, Let's go down to the beach then and I'll still get you home on time."And off we went, me in the back seat again, he was already checking me out in his stern perspective mirror and if some fille take awhile to get in the temper for fun it wasn't this little girl or this dog, he was already nosing around. It was a warm day, windows down, the air blowing my hair, the feeling of the ocean and my question was resting, my ears pounding when he stopped the car and I sat up, alert. We weren't at the beach yet and,"My Friend needed a ride, too, and here he is."In the mood and now out of the mood just as fast as that his champion 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 confused as was I at these developments. mouth about"three's a crowd"well we had a crowd and a dog and a serious good turn off but I didn't say anything and we were at the beach, parked on a low drop but where I could hear the waves and the mewlling fall guy with their piercing cries.

"I brought some snack and things,"my work friend said,"let's just relax here. It's very pretty. You're very pretty. Come on, just relax, my admirer knows all about things."I couldn't believe my ears at that input but what was I to do. I was in the backward seat of a two doorway car. I had nowhere to go and had all variety of expectations but now, none at all.

We all shared some treats and a drink and the dog was squirming and trying to get out of my grip."He's anxious,"he said,"just let him liberate and see what he does. We all want to watch him."So there I was, my body set, my mind not so much and he was licking my calf and my genu and above my knee and two son in the front seat, one looking through the mirror and the other adjusting in his seat looking right at me. He smiled and I grimaced. I wasn't ready for a moment boy even if HE was prepare for a show but the dog was sure ready and randy and this time he was humping my leg, licking my face, then trying to poke me and I was being watched by four heart in the front man seat and I was breathing hard now, brass red, ears ringing, gulls crying and my dead body 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 rooster that was out but two Sir Thomas More strong prick were out and everyone was petting everyone it seemed…the new boy climbed in the back bum and kissed me, putting my script on him. His pecker was slippery ; I was slippery and he pulled up my clothes, I was past it now and didn't care, I surprised myself and was stroking hammer, opening my cunt for the dog with my other hand, and dog was at me with his stupid, wonderful, wet, long lingua all over me there and everything was dreamy in my school principal and physical structure, my legs were tingly and alive, like the boy's stiff cock,"Don't block,"he said,"Ohh, just like that, don't, don't stop,"and he lifted his butt and tear 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 hired hand and slumped in the seat, so it was my turn now to talk to my dog and his knife 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 bike, the dog was licking my nectar and humping his prick toward me as I kept pushing him off…but I scooted down for more tongue and there were hands on my legs, then a handwriting on the dog's hammer guiding it to me, hitting at my bitch lips, wetting me more but he was one unrestrained canine at this point poking at a very frantic girl's consistence. 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 abrupt pointy matter missing the patsy, stabbing away."Scoot down more ; lift up a little ; don't teasing an animal."“ No ! Don't,"I said but lifted up more, scooting down. My ears were full and I scooted down ; this time he didn't miss and I felt this smooth out shaft stab again but thrust sliding inside and I had set the dog on fire, pounding me inside, again and again. I was on fire, my cunt hot and ready, lifting and writhing on this stab thing ; we were joined and"No, don't"had become"No, don't stop."The rear perspective mirror showed my startled middle like they were in a spell, I knew my unharmed trunk was tense, waiting for another poking and another and I was hearing words like the boy ‘ s :"Don't stop. Please don't, don't stop. Just there just there, Ohh, ohh."word wouldn't come ; licking my lips, trying to breath, tasting the SALT air, the boy petting my second joint, holding the dog at me, bringing me off again, bringing all four of us off.

As we were driving back there was no conversation and I tried to straighten and smooth my wearing apparel, hoping Mum hadn't come place early. I needed a bath ; I was still in a sweat, needed to scavenge up and cool down. She wouldn't believe I had run home a moment sentence that week and I didn't want to explain, obviously."It was just a one time thing."I said."I'm not that kind of girl."And thought, wondering, about the next ride family."Bye !"and the two of them drove off, me finally at home, still breathless, wet and astonished. They didn't believe me. Why would they ? I didn't believe myself. I had my pay package and had a new shorter wearing apparel in mind and it would be sluttish to lift up for matter.



Not just my toes got attention !

I loved to get ready for Sabbatum nighttime and as a young girlfriend showing off my"wares"at the local dance which meant for me a lot of primping with my hair, my fingernails nicely painted with my toes to match and I spent almost of the day getting cook for the Nox : laying out my wearing apparel, what I would wear ( and not wear ! I was a sexy thing and didn't wear a complete turnout if you get my hint ). My routine : a thoroughgoing bath and after that, my trunk all radiant, a pedicure.

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

Our theatre 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 correspond : finger's breadth, toes, hair ribbon setting off my dress. My feet in a pan of tender water, knees up and sitting on the crapper, my little doggy nearby, tongue out as usual, walking to my pan of pee, sniffing around, looking up as I patted his head and began to trim my toenails, pooch licking my digit and sniffing my toes when I took a foot from the warm water system, I patted his head and stroked his cushy ears.

So depiction this : a pretty girl, like me, only covered with a towel ( covered ? Not totally covered, I mean it was just a towel. ) but I was alone in our kitchen, knees up, towel slipping to my waist, my genitalia, radiant from the bath, and there for the world to see but I was alone and private, pretty much alone, legs apart to better reach my metrical unit, my toes closed together, the lips of my slit closed but my crotch open so I could get at my human foot, doggie make for head-patting, hand licking, me thinking of my date at the dance that nighttime, totally clean from my bath, but thinking of what date and I would be doing and feeling in dark corners of the dance Granville Stanley Hall and afterward when he would play with me and I would"dance"my body on his mitt, how his digit would surely get me hot and make me cum as he fingered my kooz, that he would whisper in my ear and kiss my mouth and assure me how pretty I am and how he loved my nude bitch ; 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 diffused doggie brain, his licking doggy tongue on my hand and then my toes but then he went between my knees and his cold nose brought me back to the kitchen and my pedicure. I pushed him away :"Naughty boy. Your nose is cold !"and he looked up at me rum, seeming to smile and licking his mouth.

Then I was back to my animal foot and the cold nose again that shocked me but doggie had my odour and wanted Sir Thomas More, his nose slipping all along my kooz from bottom up to top and I gasped when he slid up to the top and that cold nose on my fanny sent a thrill like it was my engagement was at me, but now it was during the day, an too soon inflammation before the saltation that night and I pushed his nose away.

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

I wasn't easy. I was a in effect young woman but his cold nozzle was exciting my privates and it was our very secret affair ; who would know ; the kitchen was quiet except my pinna were ringing ; then doggie's wet cold olfactory organ was back on my snatch spreading my sassing apart with another shocking lantern slide. My legs opened more as legs will and that dusty nose from posterior to top, sliding up my wet incision, hitting my button, sending a jolt and I put my handwriting on his head, this prison term petting his nose, his thrilling nose and then that tongue, up the walls of my slit again,"salutary doggie,"this time, getting me wet, his tongue had my taste and he was at it.

It was too late for me to blockade ; I wanted this now ; I was preceding mentation, it was too gamy, too good and agitate and forbidden all together, tongue and rear now in dominance. I was dancing in my mind feeling good things. My towel slipped off and I was smoothing my knee and down my legs, spreading my lips for my charge up doggy and his anxious tongue, making me spend, licking up my spend and I was petting his ears, lifting his rima oris on me. His knife was dipping inside my slit for More and I was hot at my center ; my body was throbbing now as his cold nose and hot tongue were bringing me off like no date had ever done at any terpsichore or in any dark corner, my toes curling up, and here in the centre of my quiet kitchen I could pick up my date whispering as I came and came, this prison term not on his fingers, as he was holding my cheek. This time coming on a Whitney Young doggie's tongue and I was holding doggie ‘ s expression, 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 stadium, both of us panting. I looked down at my substructure, easing them down in the water and finally cooling down from my thrilling pedicure. Saturday night had come early. I knew I was guilty of this but had the right to remain understood even with the ringing still loud in my ears and making me smile, licking my lips.

A Vow Broken…or Was it ?

It wouldn't happen these solar day but when my swain and I started dating there were different rules : rubber were hard to find, virginity was important, casual sex was for ‘ other'people, etc., etc. So it is no surprise that when Brett and I started getting grave we made sacred promises to each former including :"no sex before marriage"though we loved each other. And, you know, being good kids we stuck to it. I mean, after we began dating he kissed me on our third 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 rising depending on how we looked at it..and from then on it wasn't long before he was in my pants…I did a short resistance act at foremost, to tease him…it felt so good to have his hand on me there, his finger's breadth getting slippery from me…and then I was unzipping him…heavy snuggling during and after a show at the drive-in…It was the foremost erect cock I had seen, or stroked or kissed…I learned all about putz and how to squeeze, kiss, caress, do it wet…then he got me to work him. He showed me all about my body but we still kept our promised to wait until"later'to go ‘ all the way.'Brett ad I were sticking to our mutual vow…barely. I was dire for what the real affair would be like but we had agreed to wait. We had taken the Vow !

One night we were at a party at a acquaintance's theater and we girlfriend got to talking…the boys on another English of the room…I told them about my vow with Brett and it got discussed and some of the fille tittered at that and said we'd really already had sex…just not insight. Of class, his clay cock had penetrated my mouthpiece and his fingers had penetrated my wet cunt and …I loved it when we did that…but no hammer penetrating cunt…and we were proud of that but there it was…the incursion word…we were abstaining from that one, penultimate, thing…indulging in the rest. Later I told Brett about our conversation and we both agreed to continue with our vows…meaning : no penetration…most but not all of our emotions were satisfied without that part. I confess I had urges beyond what we did…I didn't William Tell Brett of my foiling 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 workweek after the party, Bret and I went on a double date and repulse to the beach. We had a couple six packs…we weren't complete prudes…and sat on the moxie on cover my girlfriend brought and we were soon drinking, laughing, kissing, feeling and all…Brett was under my dress, inside my panties as usual, his digit setting me on fire and my girl 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 great ?"With all the petting, 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 intercession for you two lovebirds,"and then her fellow announced :"Right here…right now !"I didn't know what to think or say…

My leg shot 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 light-headed 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 part :"Yeh…you guys…this vow stuff is shit !"

It was two other guys who were at the party a few week before…I was shocked and a piffling affright. What would happen ? They had planned all this. Did Brett know, too ? My thinker was a mess…my eubstance hot…but my mind a mess.

"We're taking guardianship here, you two half-wit. Brett's girl is one hot bird and I've wanted to hump her myself,"the interpreter in the shadow said. I tried to see his human face but everything was shadows. And the waves were pounding…the sand in my toes. There was Moon and swarm and the hammer of the waves and my head teacher was throbbing."There's a prison term for screw,"he said…"that meter is now !"

I started to stand but deal 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 meter 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 avail but Brett was silent. What an prick ! I think he liked the whole scene…I thought he might even have planned it…"This wasn't my idea, honest,"he said. He was still a defendant ! And now there were hands, mass of handwriting, holding my wrists above my head and grabbing my legs at the ankles, holding them apart, my attire at my waistline, my privates only protected by my wet panties…I was prone and twisted away…they pulled me back."Help !"I said. The waves pounded against the audio of my voice."You can't do this ! stopover !"

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

"Can't let that jolly bitch go to wastefulness,"said another. There was that exciting word…cunt…and it was my cunt…which until a few present moment before was wet, hot and rouse. Now, I confess, the scenery and the hired hand holding…it was all exciting and my head pounded. Another confession : I was still wet, hot, excited and still a piddling scared.

I was in the solid 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 luxuria on the blanket, at the beach, with the sounds of nature…my consistency naked…legs spread…I felt the air cooling and also exciting me…I squirmed again…then :"I want to get down and figure out that thing,"said yet another and I felt a mouth on my trivial virgin cunt…I flexed…a hot lingua licking up one side of meat and then up the other…a cold nose moving on my clit…which stiffened to the clapper and I squirmed again but this time, spontaneously, it felt so good…I fought the feeling…didn't want my body to answer but it did. I dug my bottom into the blanket but two deal lifted my butt cheeks…thumbs spreading me. This had to stop. The air was cool, waving were licking the shoreline…the thrashing of my cunt was continuing. I tried to proceed to one side, then the other, my leg being held, and squeezed my slit but the licking…Oh God…that tongue ! Hands lifting me up…the licking continued. I couldn't supporter it and then another poke. I had to let myself go now. My physical structure had taken charge.

"She's a knockout one, but wet and tasty,"the voice said, between licks…and oh that damned nose lifting my clit…I couldn't help it. I just couldn't. It was feeling expert and I didn't want anyone to know. I was thrashing my psyche from English to side…"No…don't"I said but now I was just mumbling. His deal was on my venter, pulling my tegument back…lifting my clit…a nose, a thumb…it was too, too ripe. I couldn't assistant myself and lifted for Thomas More of his howling tongue.

His knife was slipping in me and along my cunt rampart as I twisted from side to side…I opened my eyes and saw Brett in the shadows…he just stood there, watching me…the prick ! But what could he do ? I hated him at that moment…he could at to the lowest degree ‘ TRY'to do something…we could run to the…"uh, unh, uh"my body said to me and I tried not to try it. It came again, with the wafture,"Uh, UH, UH, OH"I spasmed. The beach was loud and awake with body of water 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 belly, licking harder…in an abominable, 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 have intercourse wet !"It was true…I was.

I tried once more to squirm away and I slipped from his grasp on my slit sassing but only briefly as he encircled my legs with his arms, lifting me for dangerous tonguing…I was captured…no way out…"UH, OH !"but I was not getting away from him this fourth dimension. I was in lust…beginning to slack, wanting this violation…and lifted now, arching exposed for his tongue and my former capturer sensing my lustfulness, released my wrist joint. My girlfriends whispered words coming to me again :"No one's going to hurt you."To be honest it didn't hurt so far…NO ! it didn't hurt at all. I was starting to ache for more.

My hands went to the head of this licking bastard at my waist and I rode that face…writhing on his sass as wafture were pulsing inside me now. Suddenly he stopped."She's quick guys !"he said…"My glossa's tired ! Jesus !"I started to decompress a little, my wet purulent overt to the night but my ankles were still held…my helping hand covered my privates and for the first fourth dimension I realized how wet I was…I had never been that wet…I was embarrassed and looked into the grim tincture of these guys and my girlfriend…but I hadn't cum yet…it had felt good but my dead body needed finishing…my trunk was thirsting for the finale but was cooling down rapidly. I said zippo but I was silently begging for more….my slit was aching…the cool air was on my cunt lips..inside I was bursting and hot.

"come on Brett. We've got her ready…now finish her !"Oh no, I thought : OUR VOWS ! I looked up. Brett just stood there…looking at me, the scene, the guy cable 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 ?

"seminal fluid on Brett…it's either you or we'll withdraw a turn at her…she's ready…so let's go."Brett looked at me, at my eyes, I looked back…my branch being held and unfold open…my pussy hot and dripping, my mental state confused and hot…and I do entail HOT ! We loved each early ; we were going to conjoin some day…why were we putting it off ? I was confused, doubting, questioning my time to come husband and his resolve…I laid my head back, closed my eyes…It was straight : I was hot, and ready and aching…

"Make up your psyche, guy,"it was the vocalization 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 heading :"No !"I said, but just mumbling. I could see he was weakening. He was so handsome, a tent in his shortstop, I wanted him so much…"What can I do honey ?"he said."It's either them or me. You love me, don't you ?"I froze. No motility. We had promised each other, several times and here we were…them or him…I just closed my eyes again."I don't want to,"Brett said from the shadow."I don't want you to do anything. I love her. Just leave us alone."

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 privates, hands taking my wrists away from my hot body, exposing me again, pushing them back over my head. I felt apparent motion between my leg and a wet dick poking at me, I looked up at Brett, standing there, looking down….then someone held my carpus, firmly, I was spread and ready…more jabbing at my cunt then spreading my pussy lips…the vague figure knelt close…"It's him or me,"said the guy between my legs…"One last chance…make your choice, Brett…it's you or me…you're set and so am I."I looked at him and then at Brett…"Brett,"I grunted…"Please helper me."I didn't know if he heard me with all the waves pounding…my head pound.

The moving ridge were meretricious. I hoped he heard the desperation in my vox. I waited. I was dull and closed my middle again. I didn't have to wait long as I felt a turncock begin teasing my cunt sassing but then it moved away ... my script still held away from my privates…I felt featherbrained, disjointed. I wanted pricking. I waited. I was so incredibly hot, willing, vulnerable…not scared…wanting…there was more front on the mantle and then :

A prick was pressing at me, teasing again, massaging my puffed rim. I kept my eye shut, listening to the waves, the prick was playing at me, over and over, and I was thirsty for it and flexed…I wanted to feel what a real pricking was like inside me…not just one of my dildos I enjoyed.

I had never told Brett I had cheated on him with dildos…we had a vow…dildos didn't violate the vow did they ? Right then I wanted hot flesh, without my manus guiding it…a cock fucking me, taking control. It was what I had dreamed of on so many nights after wakeless fondling with Brett. I couldn't tell him about it…now it had all come to me there in the night on the blanket at the beach. I wanted the really thing fucking me. I listened to the pounding wafture and wanting my own pounding…that prick was entering me now and I lifted to come across it.

I was a prisoner to my soundbox, mind and captors…whoever it was inside me was taking it slow…milking. But wait ! This wasn't my familiar ‘ Lady'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 bozo released my radiocarpal joint, sensing now my willingness…it was hurting me and I reached for it…my hired man were at my waistline, smoothing my legs…feeling my pilus, my clit…this hot thick cock…I outlined it with my fingernails…I wanted this…opening myself more…they released my legs…my fingers touching on this awful, wonderful thing that began stroking inside…each prison term 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 turn to tease…fingers on each English of the monster…wetting our genitalia 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 guardianship about it…I was all senseless and I abandoned myself in lustfulness and was humping on this great dick which searched inside and up to my throat, chewing on it as if it was in my throat and I went numb. I couldn't breathe, the waves were swirling on the beach, in my mental capacity, washing through my slit, to all of me. My ankles were released, and I was holding this physical structure, this not bad cock, bucking with it."OH ! OH !"Then the cosmos went quiet…slowly the marvelous cock softened and withdrew.

I didn't want it to entrust and I squeezed to maintain it but it slipped out. Then there were other shaft and Thomas More snuggling and licking…I had turned on all the guys with my passions ... I was frail and couldn't resist…I wanted more, I did…my cunt ached for more…more and more shtup on the beach, on the blanket, in the wickedness, I wanted more cock-milking of my body and individual. 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 helping hand and stroked my thighs and then covered me as we lay together, breathing deeply. He was kissing me down now, down from the top. It was quiet, gloomy, 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 let me. It had been so dark and my lust so acute I wasn't sure. His cock stiffened with my stroking. I measured it with my hand around it, wondering, but not saying. It felt like that very world-class cock but I wasn't an expert.

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

"By Brett ?"I asked. She just smiled. Brett was such a bastard but I loved him. Someday I would chance out if it was his…the vast first cock I mean. I would call up the size of it…I couldn't postponement to find out.

The Pub Wall…what a surprisal, office I

I was a sweet young thing, recently married and with a small kid who mainly stayed with my Mom while I was at work…hubby often gone for workweek, sometimes a month, as he made a good animation supporting us…I was too young to have a child, in my mind…I was just barely 21, full-of-the-moon of internal secretion, didn't want more children…one was enough…joy but charge along therewith…you know what I mean. solar day at home, no hubby, boredom, a job was the matter and my Mom loved caring for the youngster.

I was a good girl but often aroused. 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 test elbow room to ruminate what was so peculiar about the dubiousness. So prim and proper but got wet easily and pregnant and now with a youngster.

I got a job. Wouldn't you ? A little walk around money and something to do…people to meet, like, shall I say, Johnnie. We sold, or rather, rented TV's and computers and things…pay as you go but have them now…for hoi polloi with lilliputian credit…Johnnie would walk me abode 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 tenacious auburn hair was gorgeous…how I made men turn around and look at my hair and legs and my ass…how I was"hot."And so, working daylight would excrete and the walks home were more than fun than work.

One night he told me he'd buy me a drink on the way home…I arranged for child to be with Mom overnight…that day I wore a poor skirt than usual…combed my tomentum until it really shined…we were going to a pub…have a boozing and then he would, as usual, walk me menage 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 vernal fella who meant no harm…I was a 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 nurse laugh with my question…and the other girls at work saw him paying attention to me and would tell me things :"lookout out for Johnnie,"they would giggle,"walking you rest home is just the start of things."I didn't know what the"matter"were…he was decent to me. I would encounter out about"things"and"low Pub wall"that night.

All I could think of that day was the"after work"part…it was a Friday…a weekend ahead…and I would be paid on Friday…so finally it was that time and Johnnie and I walked from the office to the pub…it was early Fall…a warm eve and the crickets were mad in their celebration…we sat at a table and he brought a pint of lager beer and a glass of white wine for me…it was thing about work and the masses we worked with and the wine was warm going down…I didn't know why I was nervous but I surely was.

Johnnie told me of his married woman 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 base and went on about his wife and she didn't like"fucking"and that was a jump word for me. Men didn't public lecture 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 word could make me wet…my skin was warm…my whole consistence was warm…Johnnie brought me another glass of vino to go with his pint and continued on about his wife and, then that word again :"fucking"and if it was the vino or the Christian Bible or how he looked at me or when I noticed some men at the bar looking at me…I shivered…I pressed my legs together…wrong thing to do just then…I was wet and squeezing my stage sent me more shivers…so I swallowed some vino and felt a little dizzy about it all…this man, those men at the bar, squeezing my peg, getting that thrill…my married man gone now respective weeks…I wished he was home tonight…I'd tell him to"fuck me."I wouldn't say it out loud…I was a good girl…but I'd surely whisper it in his ear when he gave me a hug.

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

What I didn't know was my"limits."I was faithful to my husband and my nipper and was not going to be unfaithful. I was for sure of that. It was very hot in the pub and I waited for Johnnie to land up his pint and pay the bill. I was looking forward to Sabbatum sunrise and going shopping in town…it would be a beautiful day…it was warm this evening and surely be a dainty morning…those men at the bar…looking…and Johnnie and all his prissy words and the"fucking"parole lingered in my psyche and I was thinking of fucking just now. I went to the dame to freshen up…my face was flushed from the wine…my panties were almost dripping…I took them off, wrapped them in a newspaper towel and put them in my bag. I wiped myself off but that sent more shivers…my lip were puffed up and wiping got me hot but it was fourth dimension to go…I couldn't stay the nighttime in the privy !

Johnnie finally…finally…finished his dry pint and off we went…waving dear 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 moody exterior and the crickets were in total voice…no moon and secluded.

There was a low paries along one side of the pub…Johnnie pushed me against it and kissed me full on the lips…his natural language went inside my mouth, exploring my mouth. My clapper pushed back…"How daring he,"I thought as he insinuated it in and around my tongue…I jerked my straits back and he looked me in the center, smiling…his sleeve were around my shank."You're really pretty tonight…did you see those men looking at you. Jealous of me to be with a hot girl."I heard the office girlfriend saying :"…walking home with Johnnie is just the start of things…"Johnnie's mouth was on me again…I was wet again…as his tongue wetted mine and my backtalk felt thick…his breathing spell hot on my cheek…I looked to see if there was anyone about…we were alone…laughter and noise from inside…but very quiesce along the pub wall except for crickets…I kissed him back and licked inside his mouth…I shouldn't have taken off my pantie I thought…I was very wet again and maybe the girls were right :"…it was just the get-go of things…"I was a right miss but my dead body was being bad…his breathing place on my face…my breath on his…my spit 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 again. I wasn't going to"nookie"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 shank with his hands, I pushed on his shoulders but our waistline were aligned…my freighter on the rampart his waist pressing against me. I looked to be sure we were alone.

I heard him unzip and he was around my shank again…moving between my legs and I felt the cloth 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 latterly for that as I felt his flesh now…it was hot and the night was coolheaded and I said just a very weak…a hoping and willing"please, Johnnie"as I knew I was wet, that my"cunt"was wet and ready…I didn't say that word…I imagined my"cunt"and it was ready for his pecker as I felt his skin against my cutis and I looked around, the pub noise and the Nox 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 hold of his hammer which was hot and tricky and I held it and looked at him…he was looking right into me…I was on that wall…"Please Johnnie !"I whispered, pleadingly now…."fuck me !"His peter was not as long as husband's but it seemed very thick and he pressed against me and I felt the straits spread my lips…he almost smart me but I loved this bit of pain…he slipped inside and my twat adjusted to this thick pole of a cock…I wanted release. I wanted fucking…even external on the low pub wall…he held me tight and pushed…I opened as all-inclusive as I could…"Please"I repeated as he forced his way 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 Lapp time…he got at me…our tongues…my bitch, his cock, our breathing, and then I grabbed at his neck opening and his waistline pulling him soused as he fucked into me and I fucked him back…I couldn't get enough of that blockheaded 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 glad I could go home to an empty house, clean myself up and daydream about low pub walls…and, for Johnnie and me…it was just the"start of things."Delicious aphrodisiac things as you will see.

The Pub Wall…Part II…we got started

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

But I did go to work, did appear Johnnie in the eyes…he smiled and it was like he was petting my puss ! I was instantly wet and looked away…he was a naughty boy and just his looking made me hot…I envisioned him kissing me against the Pub Wall, unzipping, that very thickset 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 married woman with a small tike and, also, my married man was often gone for a long time. What is a untried woman to do except…well…I did affair 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 unspoiled and unvoiced and made me shake and throw him in a destruction's bobby pin and want him to never leave my body…my cunt was starved for his cock…"screw me Johnnie,"it said…and my snatch 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 gens was Johnnie…thick cock, hot, Johnnie. His wife came to meet him after piece 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 seem at her she was so plain…they looked at me though.

I went home plate by myself that night and looked at myself in the bathroom mirror…my hair and my sassing that he had devoured…took off my oeuvre clothes and stood in front of the mirror…for the first time…admiring myself. husband never said I was really fairly, 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 pep pubic hair and my ginger hair and feeling how wet I was at just the opinion of his cock in me…I was a commodity girl but never as dear or clean as when I was coming on Johnnie's slurred cock when it was fucking me…I went to log Z's and dreaming again of the low pub bulwark and"just the start of things."I was hoping wife wouldn't pick him up after study again…it was my bend

And so it was…more secret smiles…I thought it might happen sooner and dressed for the event. I wore a light annulus 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 whispers or giggles…he was around the corner in his footling car…I jumped in and off we went…we had bucket seating area 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 seat and it was growing disconsolate but there was a moon this dark and I began to see its reflection on the route and the trees…soon he stopped the car…we were at the sharpness of the sea…I could get a line the waves 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 kind of a heap on my cheek and then on my lips and then that unintelligent tongue inside my mouthpiece, 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 young woman said :"walking me home base 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 soundbox over toward him…lifting me over to where he was opposite the wheel…so what is this all about, I thought, what is he doing ? I was a bad girl, a very bad and naughty girl, this night…I dressed that morning without knickers…had felt hot and wet all day at work…hoping no one would notice…there was a man who sat opposite my desk who was always giving me the eye…and ducking under his desk to look at my legs…he was a strange fellow but even he excited Thomas Young and beautiful me…I saw him duck under the desk pretending to pick up something but I knew he was looking at my legs and up my dress if he could…I opened my pegleg and let him look at my fanny…I was naughty but you should have seen the look on his face ! I loved it…letting him look at my cunt…just the thought had made me hot and wet…and here I was with Johnnie Hot…my pet public figure for near old Johnnie…

Johnnie Hot and what was his adjacent trick…it wasn't long for me to find out…he pulled me over to him and the steering cycle 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 brain I saw his hands on my branch and felt them, too, moving along my thighs…"You're so incredible,"he said,"and your peg are smooth."He ran along my thighs, back and forth, and to the heart of me…petting my cunt…"Your cunt is soft and wet,"he said…it all excited me…I knew his finger were wet with me…I wanted his shaft and reached for him…he was stiff…I unzipped his drawers and released his deep 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 fair sex. You're so naughty and dirty…and I've got a surprise for you tonight…"There was no pub paries or crickets or other things…and I waited for his surprise…I felt racy and dirty and sexy and hot and pretty and wanted to screw my surprise. I didn't wait long.

He lifted my wench to my waist…I was completely naked below and he rubbed my skin all over and moved one leg toward him…moving the former leg aside…"Sit down,"he said…but there was nowhere to sit down…I looked down…there was my seat and his buttocks and in between, the console and geared wheel shimmy knob straight up…it was my surprise…"That's your surprise,"he said…"Sit down."I looked at him and didn't know what to do…he put his hands on my waist pushing me down…he kissed me again…tongues…and petting my fanny…I was so wet and the air made me cool…he pushed me down on the gear shift…Now I knew what was my surprise…but the knob was just a thing…"Sit down on it,"he said and urged me down and down and my sass were so wet it was well-fixed to admit this knob…"Sit down,"he demanded and it was so easy…the knob 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 pommel completely inside…after Johnnie on the low pub wall it wasn't so hard to do and I was so very wet…remember the laughter from the nurse ? …that I sort of slid down around it, nuzzling interior and another kiss from Johnnie and he was feeling my breasts…but I was still wanting…wanting that release like on the wall…this pommel job wasn't doing it…it was just a kind of prissy affair inside me and Johnnie kissing and fondling…

"Do you like your surprise,"he asked and I nodded…trying to be appreciative…"okey, but that's not your surprise…"I was confused now not knowing…Johnnie turned on the engine and the knob came awake, inside me, moving about, vibrating and scaring me…I tried to lift off but Johnnie held me down…his hands firm on my shoulders…I relaxed a petty and let him retain me down and he was kissing me again and his hands were all over my knocker and rubbing my thighs and the railway locomotive was running…but the gear wheel shift key knob deep inside, and on which I was sitting, was vibrating on me…He kept kissing and I sat there enjoying his spit and his hired hand on me and the oscillation inside and then…then…there was the surprise…my dead body was feeling all this…all the shakiness was touching me now…it wasn't just touching my slit but making me feel all over my puss lip and my thighs and up and down my thighs…my knee joint were watery and Johnnie was whispering dirty thing to me and my torso was riding this affair inside setting me on fire and my ears were full…I heard the moving ridge at the shoring and closed my eyes…I couldn't see the moonlight…the twinkle was inside me…straddling this storm thing…I grabbed Johnnie's head and held it…hoping…hoping for his warmth and saying things in his ear…"Oh…Ohhh…I'm…ohh…coming…coming…"He revved the engine and I couldn't stand it any more but couldn't let go and saw maven and Moon and ring in my ears…finally he turned off the engine…I was still churning, going, coming…trembling and on that knob which was making me purr and come and whiz 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 come down and he just held me and tears were on my face and I licked my sass and felt salty tears…the knob was gone, it was all quiet…I was gone…somewhere…Johnnie just held me…held me…thank you Johnnie for holding me…letting me go down…what a surprise…

Hawaiian nirvana

Hawaii Island : my favorite office but this time traveling alone as, at the last minute, my girlfriend had an emergency at work…I was determined…now on the aeroplane from San Francisco to Honolulu…During the flight there was turbulence and I had visions of John Wayne piloting that old motored slyness in the flick"The High and the Mighty,"Phil Townsend Harris complaining in the rump of the plane…the crew evaluating the"pointedness of no yield"and they were passed it now, ignoring the malediction of the comely stewardess. They could ingest turned back but mould ahead into the unknown.

As the flat coat crowd chief had warned Wayne :"I said it to Orville and to Wilbur : It'll never get off the ground."But here we all were, in a fancy modern jet, the fuselage trembling, awakening me…then smoothing and I went back to dozing. It had been a long day. I needed a vacation away from the tumult of the office and my officious boss who was always importuning me…the prettiest char on the staff for :"dinner party ?"or"Fancy a drink or two after work ?"or what he was really saying to me after patting my butt :"How about going to my place to see my engraving, have a drink, strip down and fuck."How rank ! Exactly why I needed a vacation.

Our planer landed, we all were on the WikiWiki bus off for our luggage and me to my way at the Moana…a picayune time at the Banyon Court for a drink or two and then some serious…all along…sack time. The following day I had hired a car for a thrust to the other side of the island…away from the crowd of Waikiki…to the smooth shore near the Polynesian Cultural inwardness where there was lilliputian culture but lots of people.

Not far past the Center was a wonderful hiking path among the fertile apple trees to the Sacred declivity and Pool where I planned a peaceful and restful picnic. I had heard of this situation from a native of the islands some years preceding 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 hike : A backward pack with snacks and wine, of form, some wine…and my skimpy outfit…a short garb and tennis shoes. That's all I needed, plus a mantle for a piddling nap at the decline. I was on my way. No ordinary tourist was I and there were no tourist here…they were all buying the souvenirs at the Cultural Center…a Mormon endeavor. Try finding a friendly bar there ! It wasn't going to go on. I brought my bar with me !

And up the hill I climbed which then leveled out for a lenify climb slowly to the falls, only a few knot. It began to rain and then stopped. I had my swim courtship under my piffling dress so I was prepared. Along the way I nodded at other hiker ascending and descending but few in act. It was tranquillize and idyllic and dreamy…one could not desire for more paradise in Hawaii than this secluded hike and the falls and kitty ahead.

I wasn't far on the track when I could pick up the pounding body of water of the falls…my heart began to pound…with the 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 time up here."

Then :"There is a reason why they call it Sacred Falls,"the phonation said. I paused and looked to the source of the voice. It was a well-favoured Hawaiian man…you know the variety : an apparently chiseled chest and torso, a broad smile with beautiful smile. He was unseasoned 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 affair so I was shy and coy and didn't answer.

But he said :"We Hawaiians… [ pronounced HaVaiians ] …find pacification and tranquility at the decline, it is a aborigine thing. The fact of the falls in this remote station, the sounds of the water supply, their cleaning nature…A religious experience."I smiled and believed I was going to have a spiritual 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 forgetful garb at my butt…which was covered…a little…by my lean swim suit…but mentation of him watching my hips, my buttocks moving, undulating, was arousing me. Where was my lady friend for a little protection just now ? Home attending to her damned emergency.

Just then I slipped on the wet path…down to where deal were holding me…on my bottom but preventing a fall…those hands on my private parts at an unexpected minute but fleetingly, then away after I had steadied myself. I turn and looked at him. He was come together, holding me for seconds. I smiled."Thank you,"I said. He smiled back, nodding. A big, strong and dumb indigen. His arms were firm and muscled. I was such a diminutive, slender affair. He could easily have caught me no issue how far I might give fallen."You're very pretty,"he said. I just smiled and continued up the path. When he caught me my suit of clothes 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 sentiment of being watched…admired ? … by the well-favoured native with the substantial arms.

I mean, I'm attractive and pull 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 raise. Let him face and look up to my physical body and my flesh and my almost raw bottom. Then, tinker's dam, I slipped again on the path and fell once again into his arms…my bare skin on his brown flesh which was terribly warm on me. But this fourth dimension I had seriously slipped and was totally in his arms, against his breast."I'm so sorry,"I said. He just smiled…our trunk against each early's…warm, enfolding, clutching…ever so briefly and yet…it was on my mind and surely on his.

He put me down."The dip aren't far from here,"he said,"Be careful."“ okey"is all the brainy reply I could reach, my face flush and didn't quite live why but I was blushing. It wasn't more than a quarter mile and we were at the understructure of the falls, apple tree abounding, I put down my blanket and sat to catch my breath, putting aside my knapsack.

He was standing near."Are you going into the pool,"he asked."In a moment,"I said. He disrobed and now was in a skin tight suit."A bronze god,"I thought looking at him now and surely he was or could have been that. Indeed. I glanced at his peg, second joint, his hip, chest, arms…the bulge in his suit…I caught my breath again ! Then he dived into the pool and swam to the foot of the crepuscule letting waters cleanse him…he swam back to where I was…"The water is so refreshing,"he said, reaching his hand to me…"Come on in…its sang-froid and nice."I hesitated and then let him take my script. He pulled on me gently and I was in the water. My lithe body passing by his…our human body touching slightly as I dived in. He was right. The H2O 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 solid hands on my waist lifting me easily to where my blanket and lunch were. I climbed up…showing him my rear again…why was I always displaying myself to him ? But that was what was happening…he pushed me slightly until I found my basis and then sat on my blanket."That was nice,"I said. He smiled.

"My name is Carol."“ Walker Percy, Walker Percy Kinimaka."“ Thank you Percy."And then…since we knew each other now :"Would you like some of my lunch ?"“ Do you have enough ?"he asked…"We'll find out…come and sit with me,"and he did. We must stimulate looked like a study in a still life-time : white skinned Haole girl/dark skinned tan indigene man. Surely an artist would study us.

There were a few others at the capitulation, two children and their family who splashed and played, I brought out the vino 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 institute a cork screw…how to afford the wine-coloured without a ass ? 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 me the nursing bottle,"he said and laughed."I know what to do. Say a appeal and close your heart,"he laughed again. And I did so. A moment later he took my deal and gave me the bottle, now open."How did you do that ?"I exclaimed…"Magic ! Don't you believe in conjuration ?"I laughed."But how ? …"

"I used my thumb,"he said."That is a very herculean quarter round,"I remarked and we both laughed and drank from the bottle. Then Malva sylvestris, bread, our little makeshift sandwich and More drinking from the bottle…the splashing of the water from the falls, the sky in the afternoon beginning to sour pink…I looked around…the minor and their kinfolk were gone…the two of us were very much alone…I looked at Percy."This is why I come here at this time. For peace."peace treaty, I thought, alone with a variety of peace… or if I was a piece…if only there was a Word of God of verse with Old Khayyam…but a loaf of dough, a flask of wine here in the wilderness, with Percy…we shared the bottle…warming me in nirvana. The wine was almost gone.

"Can I tell you carol ?"I looked at Percy."I often come here but this is enchanting being alone here with you."That word in my foreland"‘ enchanted'…or ‘ enchanting.'I closed my eyes…truly…enchanting and a strain 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 stash just for an occasion like this."The sky was growing pinko. Hotspur stood and dived in the water. I watched his strong legs and firm buttocks under his courting as he dived into the pocket billiards and disappeared under the falls. He was gone now to his ‘ stash'emerging in moments…a bottleful of vino lifted above his body, a gorgeous grin, swimming to me and beside me now…using his ovolo to open up it, pushing the cork inside…"Surprise !"he exclaimed and we were both laughing. I hugged him…"Just for moments like this ?"And shared the new bottle. Hugging again.

His body was wet and sleek and I rubbed his back…His hands were on mine, smoothing down my spur and I began to tingle. That tidings :'enchanted.'I swallowed from his bottleful, mine now empty…I kept him in a hug, his hand massaging my rear and down my back.

I heard the words of Oscar Oscar Hammerstein II II, and the vocalizing of Blessed Virgin 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 heart of him, Percy…smiling…Some Enchanted Evening….I will meet a stranger…thrills went down my back…his hands were down my back…my hands rubbing his back and down…"Who can explain it ? Who can tell you why ?"Those beautiful language of the song…and our hands on each other : who can explain it ? Not the give-and-take but the tone, just now, in the wilderness, in Paradise…the sacred falls…his handwriting 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 go on next but they did.

He stood, lifting me…we embraced…"Some enchanting evening"the sky was pink…he removed my top…my breasts pressed against his nakedness…I pulled at his trunks and he peeled them off, he pushed my bottoms down…we were two hot naked lovers, our flesh meeting…he was stiff and hot on me…I reached down…he pulled us into the 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 waters edge. I heard the pounding of the autumn and he brought me to him…my ramification around his face. I looked down and he smiled. He pulled me closer to his grinning, lifting my bottom on to his oral fissure. The powerful thumb…now gentling me…so"ahhh"gentle on my cunt brim, massaging. I closed my eyes. This enchanted evening.

My body was his…we were wet…I was wet…not from the water and his knife 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 movement of his glossa, bringing me to an edge.

I could feel him coming out of the consortium now hovering over my consistence. He kissed me…both of us kissing…his steady tool 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'picayune"guy ! I didn't want to waitress but removed my hairgrip on his Brobdingnagian remains cock…I felt him searching for my aching body…I was so make 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, huge, unwavering Percy…I lifted for him…meeting him…wanting this…on my catch 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 take up all of him into my body,"milk me Man !"Please have intercourse me oceanic abyss and withdraw me…"I was gasping now, again and again as he was thrusting and then frantically…pausing, tensing…giving me of himself…then lying on me as I released in orgasm…the falls pounding in my ears as ‘ footling Percy ‘ was pounding my cunt…then quieting me, smoothing me down with aristocratical kisses. I hugged him tight not wanting him to leave me but feeling him go diffused, slipping out and we laid, side by side.

He poured a petty wine between my sassing, 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 finally feel on me where I was still hot…

At rest home my lady friend asked :"Have a beneficial time ?"I just laughed and said :"You will never know ! ”