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Rear View Mirror, Part I by phyllisroger

I used to walk home plate from my after-school job…a couple mi or more…and in those days…of having my first job…I was enjoying my sexuality…my boob were ample and boy 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 senior and liked to show myself off to boys and my teachers…it made me find important besides just being a good girlfriend with in force mark.

It was still a very private affair : show and show off but…well, it was then I began to go to school day without panties and it made me feel 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 fabric of my school garb separating their looks from something truly special that would give opened their middle wide and take a crap them lick their back talk. Just walking around that way aroused me unseasoned body.

But after work, in my sexy pantyless body politic, I would walk home and think of school and my job and, in detail, the old boy who also worked there. He had a small car and one day drove up alongside as I was walking plate and asked to give me a ride…I said"Sure !"and popped in the presence seat…But I almost sat on his dog and jumped out the door…he said :"Get in back,"and moved the buns for me as I jumped back in and sat in the little jump fundament with my branch partly up and my dress draped high around them. I was scared he might have"had a look"but he didn't say anything and off we drove.

In a minute his dog jumped back on me and I pushed it away."That's okay…he likes multitude and won't morsel. Just pet him behind the spike,"he said and I did. bow-wow licked my buttock as I rubbed his auricle and he scramble his stage around, pushing my attire down and exposing my branch. I pushed it back up but the barker was enjoying his ears being rubbed, was very excited and his paw fumbled all over me, messing my dress and even stepping on my privates !

I looked in my friend's rear view mirror and he was watching me flirt 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 little room in the tush and he was finally sitting between my wooden leg and panting…his pooch natural language going back and forth, slobbering on my dress so I pushed him down and away. untimely thing to do !

I pushed him down between my stage and he licked my leg on one side and then the other and I was still rubbing his ears as I was told. I looked in the rear view mirror. My Quaker's center were glued to the scene in his back seat and I realized why. My dress was pushed to my waist and he could see my nudeness underneath. I thought he would look away and give me privacy but he didn't. He said :"Go ahead !"I didn't know what he meant but the bow-wow was still licking up my stage and it felt in effect. I wanted more pooch slug and he was broad of poke : 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 ear were ringing ? I felt hot there in the back seat with pooch, a trouncing tongue and those eyes in the rear sight mirror…watching.

He moved the mirror to a rake and I could see myself now and my privates and then the doggy at work and it was all very erotic to me just then. I laid my fountainhead back to catch my breath. haywire thing to do again ! Because then the doggie licked right on my pussycat. This one big lap of his tongue was startling and then another lick…my body jolted."Let him work you…no one will know,"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 my cunt brim for him…it was naughty…but I was aroused and wanted more licking and he was doing just that. When I watched my friend's eyes and his smile it made me even hotter like I was not only cuming for the doggie but also with him at the same time and I opened my legs wider to show him everything I had. I was slender, with ample breasts and my slit was getting ginger hair's-breadth and I felt proud and hot showing myself to him as the dog kept at me. It was all unwritten and dirty and my ears were full.

Then I felt a shudder at my waist and my peg got precarious as the dog licked me all over and between my brim and on my push, which made me shake. 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 wheel. He was breathing deeply too at the scene. I was brusque of breathing place and gasping for air as the dog had his way with me. I was spending on his tongue…he was getting frantic with my preference. I hoped we'd never get home !"Ohhh ! Ohh ! Mmmm"I was murmuring as the heat at my waist traveled along my consistency, my mammilla hard. Then the doggie slowed and finished and I was still dripping on the lilliputian seat and pushed him away. I couldn't take any to a greater extent. That dog had made me cum severe on that naughty lingua and all in apparently view. I was still breathing hard as the car stopped. I was home. I straightened my dress.

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

Rear purview Mirror, Part II

I got out of his car, petted the beautiful dog on his head word and auricle, very soft cuddly ears, and he licked my hand ;"dog dribble"on my deal,"Yuk !"but when I walked into my house my crotch was still wet and dripping with his other"slobber"which made me shudder and trot past Mum to my room and get the nearest tissues to clean up. I sat on the bed, cleaning and touching and laid back ; my peg bare and cool and played with myself, still wetting up and came again quickly."love, come down and help with me with the potatoes !"It was Mum and she broke the turn, putting on my panties so I wouldn't drip mould, cleaning again and down to help with dinner party."Your face is red,"Mum said,"did you run domicile from work ? You seem out of breath."I just nodded and began peeling and dreaming of the next day's ride, and you know the drive I mean.

But then there was school, which went very slow, and off to work but the boy wasn't there so employment was a real pain and it wasn't until several Clarence 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 mettle skipped a beat and the clock moved slow. It was pay day and I got my packet :"Mum won't be back for a brace more minute,"I said as I got in the car."Sit in back,"he said, Let's go down to the beach then and I'll still get you home on time."And off we went, me in the back seat again, he was already checking me out in his rear view mirror and if some girls take awhile to get in the climate for fun it wasn't this lady friend or this dog, he was already nosing around. It was a quick day, windows down, the air blowing my whisker, the smell of the ocean and my head teacher was resting, my capitulum pounding when he stopped the car and I sat up, alert. We weren't at the beach yet and,"My protagonist needed a ride, too, and here he is."In the mood and now out of the mood just as agile as that his friend got in the straw man 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 evolution. Talk about"three's a crowd"well we had a crowd and a dog and a life-threatening turn off but I didn't say anything and we were at the beach, parked on a low cliff but where I could hear the undulation and the mewlling patsy with their piercing cries.

"I brought some snack and things,"my study ally said,"let's just relax here. It's very pretty. You're very pretty. Come on, just relax, my champion knows all about things."I couldn't believe my capitulum 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 form 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 queasy,"he said,"just let him liberate and see what he does. We all want to ascertain him."So there I was, my body fix, my mind not so much and he was licking my calfskin and my genu and above my knee and two boys in the presence fundament, one looking through the mirror and the other adjusting in his rear looking right at me. He smiled and I grimaced. I wasn't ready for a instant boy even if HE was prepare for a show but the dog was certainly fix and ruttish and this time he was humping my leg, licking my grimace, then trying to nose me and I was being watched by four heart in the figurehead seat and I was breathing hard now, cheeks red, ears ringing, gulls crying and my soundbox crying for that dog no matter where I was and suddenly I didn't guardianship who was watching.

It was a hot shot. Then it wasn't just the dog cock that was out but two Thomas More stiff cocks were out and everyone was petting everyone it seemed…the new boy climbed in the book binding seat and kissed me, putting my paw on him. His cock 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 stopcock, opening my puss for the dog with my early hand, and dog was at me with his pillock, wonderful, wet, prospicient glossa all over me there and everything was dreamy in my drumhead and body, my legs were tingly and alive, like the boy's stiff tool,"Don't plosive consonant,"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 man and slumped in the seat, so it was my turning now to talk to my dog and his tongue was up me and out and around and inside again, I opened my oculus and there was our device driver wanking himself and spending on the steerage 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 tongue and there were hands on my ramification, then a mitt on the dog's cock guiding it to me, hitting at my pussy lips, wetting me more but he was one frantic canine at this point poking at a very frenetic fille's soundbox. I said"No !"and then"No !"again but affair were out of control.

The dog was hurting my bottom when he missed and missed again, that sharp pointy thing missing the mark, stabbing away."Scoot down more ; pilfer up a little ; don't tease an animal."“ No ! Don't,"I said but lifted up more, scooting down. My ears were total and I scooted down ; this meter he didn't girl and I felt this shine stopcock thrust again but dig sliding inside and I had set the dog on fire, pounding me inside, again and again. I was on fire, my cunt hot and gear up, lifting and writhing on this stabbing matter ; we were joined and"No, don't"had become"No, don't stop."The rear view mirror showed my startled eyes like they were in a spell, I knew my unanimous physical structure was tense, waiting for another driving force and another and I was hearing words like the boy ‘ s :"Don't diaphragm. Please don't, don't plosive consonant. Just there just there, Ohh, ohh."Words wouldn't come ; licking my lips, trying to breath, tasting the salt air, the boy petting my thigh, 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 clothes, hoping Mum hadn't come home early. I needed a tub ; I was still in a sudor, needed to houseclean up and cool down. She wouldn't believe I had run home a second fourth dimension that calendar week and I didn't want to explain, obviously."It was just a one time thing."I said."I'm not that sort of girl."And thinking, wondering, about the side by side drive home."Bye !"and the two of them drove off, me finally at home, still breathless, wet and astonished. They didn't believe me. Why would they ? I didn't believe myself. I had my pay packet and had a new shorter dress in mind and it would be loose to rise up for things.



Not just my toes got aid !

I loved to get cook for Saturday night and as a youth girl showing off my"product"at the local dance which meant for me a lot of primping with my whisker, my fingernails nicely painted with my toes to touch and I spent most of the day getting ready for the night : laying out my clothes, what I would wear ( and not wear ! I was a sexy thing and didn't wear a complete outfit if you get my mite ). My subprogram : a thorough bathtub and after that, my torso 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 night for the dance ; a cute guy who liked to dance and sense me up, hands all over me, under me and in between, during and after the dance, lots 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 bathing tub I was toweled and squatting on a low potty painting my fingers and now my toes. Everything had to match : fingers, toes, hair ribbon setting off my frock. My ft in a pan of fond water, knees up and sitting on the faeces, my little doggie nearby, tongue out as common, walking to my pan of water, sniffing around, looking up as I patted his head and began to trim my toenails, doggy licking my fingerbreadth and sniffing my toes when I took a foot from the warm up water, I patted his fountainhead and stroked his soft ears.

So depiction this : a pretty girl, like me, only covered with a towel ( covered ? Not totally brood, I mean it was just a towel. ) but I was alone in our kitchen, knees up, towel slipping to my waist, my private parts, radiant from the bath, and there for the world to see but I was alone and buck private, pretty a lot alone, legs apart to better progress to my feet, my toes closed together, the lips of my prick closed but my crotch open so I could get at my feet, doggie fix for head-patting, hired man whacking, me mentation of my date at the dance that Night, totally clean from my bathtub, but thinking of what date and I would be doing and feeling in dark corners of the saltation hall and afterward when he would play with me and I would"saltation"my physical structure on his hand, how his digit would surely get me hot and throw 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 naked bitch ; that he was beaming I wasn't"fully"dressed for our fun.

And doggie sensing something in me, scenting something, as I was dreaming of the terpsichore and all and gave no thought to his easy bow-wow head, his licking doggie tongue on my bridge player and then my toes but then he went between my knee joint and his common 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 singular, seeming to smile and licking his mouth.

Then I was back to my feet and the cold nozzle again that shocked me but doggie had my scent and wanted more than, his pry slipping all along my kooz from fanny up to top and I gasped when he slid up to the top and that cold olfactory organ on my fanny sent a chill like it was my date was at me, but now it was during the day, an early excitement before the dance that night and I pushed his nozzle 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 opinion of Saturday night to the here and now and I wasn't quick yet I thought. It was this foreign affair in my judgement and I was alone, it was quiet, my Mum and babe wouldn't be back anytime soon ; barker looked hurt when I pushed him off, his optic looked sad and would I let him"nose me"again ?

I wasn't easy. I was a good girl but his cold olfactory organ was exciting my privates and it was our very individual affair ; who would know ; the kitchen was tranquillise except my ears were ringing ; then doggie's wet cold olfactory organ was back on my scratch spreading my lips apart with another shocking slide. My ramification opened more as legs will and that cold nose from bottom to top, sliding up my wet slit, hitting my button, sending a jolt and I put my paw on his drumhead, this time petting his nose, his thrilling nose and then that tongue, up the paries of my scratch again,"Good doggie,"this clock time, getting me wet, his clapper had my gustatory modality and he was at it.

It was too late for me to finish ; I wanted this now ; I was retiring mentation, it was too risque, too good and sex and forbidden all together, clapper and nates now in control. I was dancing in my mind feeling good things. My towel slipped off and I was smoothing my genu and down my legs, spreading my back talk for my sex doggie and his unquiet lingua, making me spend, licking up my spend and I was petting his ears, lifting his back talk on me. His lingua was dipping inside my slit for more than and I was hot at my center ; my body was throbbing now as his frigidity nose and hot tongue were bringing me off like no date had ever done at any dance or in any sinister corner, my toes curling up, and here in the middle of my quiet kitchen I could hear my date rustle as I came and came, this time not on his fingerbreadth, as he was holding my brass. This prison term coming on a Lester Willis Young barker's tongue and I was holding pooch ‘ s face, hoping he wouldn't stop, not now in the middle of my pedicure. I was feeling very naughty and very hot being licked until he was finished with me and walked away to his piss bowl, both of us panting. I looked down at my infantry, easing them down in the water and finally cooling down from my thrilling pedicure. Saturday Nox had come early. I knew I was guilty of this but had the right hand to remain mum even with the ringing still loud in my spike and making me grinning, licking my lips.

A Vow Broken…or Was it ?

It wouldn't go on these twenty-four hour period but when my boyfriend and I started dating there were different dominion : condoms were intemperate 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 good we made sacred promises to each other including :"no sex before union"though we loved each former. And, you know, being ripe nestling we stuck to it. I mean, after we began dating he kissed me on our tierce date ( another old rule ) and then we graduated to other tinkle, like tits…fifth date…and I had to be persuaded at that…the rest period 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 short resistivity act at first, to tease him…it felt so adept to make his handwriting 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 low raise cock I had seen, or stroked or kissed…I learned all about pecker and how to squeeze, kiss, caress, make it wet…then he got me to lick him. He showed me all about my consistence but we still kept our promised to wait until"later'to go ‘ all the way.'Brett ad I were sticking to our mutual vow…barely. I was desperate for what the real matter would be like but we had agreed to wait. We had taken the Vow !

One night we were at a party at a friend's house and we missy got to talking…the boys on another position of the room…I told them about my vow with Brett and it got discussed and some of the miss tittered at that and said we'd really already had sex…just not penetration. Of course of study, his fuddled pecker had penetrated my lip and his fingers had penetrated my wet cunt and …I loved it when we did that…but no tool 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 eternal sleep. Later I told Brett about our conversation and we both agreed to remain 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 thwarting 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 week after the company, Bret and I went on a double date and repel to the beach. We had a yoke six packs…we weren't complete prudes…and sat on the sand on blankets my girl brought and we were soon drinking, laughing, kissing, feeling and all…Brett was under my wearing apparel, inside my panties as common, his fingers setting me on fervour 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 great ?"With all the kissing, breathing and fingering I didn't poster when my girlfriend and her appointment got up and stood over us…just shadows… My girlfriend said :"We're going to have an interference for you two lovebirds,"and then her young man announced :"Right here…right now !"I didn't know what to imagine or say…

My leg blastoff 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 silly vow you two have…it's all ridiculous."

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

It was two other guys who were at the party a few weeks before…I was shocked and a little pall. What would happen ? They had planned all this. Did Brett make love, too ? My mind was a mess…my consistency hot…but my mind a mess.

"We're taking charge here, you two retard. Brett's little girl is one hot chick and I've wanted to fuck her myself,"the voice in the night said. I tried to see his face but everything was shadows. And the waving were pounding…the Sand in my toes. There was moonlight and swarm and the pounding of the waves and my point was throbbing."There's a fourth dimension for screwing,"he said…"that prison term is now !"

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

I was looking for avail but Brett was dumb. What an bastard ! I think he liked the hale scene…I thought he might even give birth planned it…"This wasn't my theme, honest,"he said. He was still a suspect ! And now there were hands, stack of hands, holding my wrists above my foreland and grabbing my legs at the ankles, holding them apart, my wearing apparel at my shank, my privates only protected by my wet panties…I was prone and twisted away…they pulled me back."Help !"I said. The Wave pounded against the sound of my voice."You can't do this ! stoppage !"

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

"Can't let that pretty pussy 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 mind pounded. Another confession : I was still wet, hot, excited and still a little scared.

I was in the firm clasp of Guy who were filled with lust…lust for my body…I was pulsing and frightened at it all but, yes, I was also wide-cut of lust on the blanket, at the beach, with the sounds of nature…my body naked…legs spread…I felt the air temperature reduction and also exciting me…I squirmed again…then :"I want to get down and lick that thing,"said yet another and I felt a mouth on my lilliputian vestal cunt…I flexed…a hot tongue licking up one slope and then up the other…a cold pry moving on my clit…which stiffened to the tongue and I squirmed again but this sentence, spontaneously, it felt so good…I fought the feeling…didn't want my soundbox to reply but it did. I dug my merchantman into the mantle but two hands lifted my fag cheeks…thumbs spreading me. This had to stop. The air was cool, waves were licking the shoreline…the licking of my cunt was continuing. I tried to move to one side, then the other, my legs being held, and squeezed my pussy but the licking…Oh God…that tongue ! Hands lifting me up…the licking continued. I couldn't aid it and then another punch. I had to let myself go now. My organic structure had taken charge.

"She's a intemperately 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 unspoiled and I didn't want anyone to fuck. I was thrashing my psyche from side to side…"No…don't"I said but now I was just mumbling. His hand was on my abdomen, pulling my skin back…lifting my clit…a nose, a thumb…it was too, too good. I couldn't assistant myself and lifted for more of his wonderful tongue.

His natural language was slipping in me and along my cunt walls as I twisted from side to side…I opened my optic and saw Brett in the shadows…he just stood there, watching me…the cocksucker ! 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 try it. It came again, with the moving ridge,"Uh, UH, UH, OH"I spasmed. The beach was brassy and alive with body of water rushing in, rushing out ; my touch sensation were rushing the same…my face hot, blushing. I hoped they couldn't see me. He pushed on my stomach, licking harder…in an fearful, beautiful rhythm…he was a bastard…all of them…Brett and all of them.

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

I tried once Thomas More to squirm away and I slipped from his clench on my cunt lips but only briefly as he encircled my peg 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 give for his tongue and my former capturer sensing my lust, released my carpus. My girlfriend whispered words coming to me again :"No one's going to hurt you."To be reliable it didn't hurt so far…NO ! it didn't hurt at all. I was starting to languish for more.

My hands went to the head word of this licking whoreson at my waist and I rode that face…writhing on his backtalk as wafture were pulsing inside me now. Suddenly he stopped."She's ready hombre !"he said…"My tongue's tired ! Jesus !"I started to relax a little, my wet twat open to the Night but my ankles were still held…my helping hand covered my crotch and for the number one meter I realized how wet I was…I had never been that wet…I was embarrassed and looked into the blue phantasma of these guys and my girlfriend…but I hadn't cum yet…it had felt thoroughly but my body needed finishing…my body was thirsting for the last but was cooling down rapidly. I said nothing but I was silently begging for more….my puss 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 and my girlfriend…I could see her smiling in the tail. Brett and I had our vows, after all…it was sacred to me and to him…they couldn't be broken…or could they ?

"semen on Brett…it's either you or we'll study a turn at her…she's ready…so let's go."Brett looked at me, at my eyes, I looked back…my wooden leg being held and spread open…my pussy hot and drippage, my genial state confused and hot…and I do think of HOT ! We loved each early ; 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 head back, closed my eyes…It was lawful : I was hot, and ready and aching…

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

consequence 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 radiocarpal joint away from my hot body, exposing me again, pushing them back over my head. I felt movement between my wooden leg and a stiff cock thrust at me, I looked up at Brett, standing there, looking down….then someone held my wrists, firmly, I was open and ready…more thrust at my twat then spreading my pussy lips…the shadowy pattern knelt close…"It's him or me,"said the guy between my legs…"One lastly chance…make your choice, Brett…it's you or me…you're quick and so am I."I looked at him and then at Brett…"Brett,"I grunted…"Please assistant me."I didn't know if he heard me with all the waves pounding…my header pounding.

The wafture were loud. I hoped he heard the desperation in my representative. I waited. I was numb and closed my eyes again. I didn't have to wait long as I felt a cock begin teasing my pussy lips but then it moved away ... my hands still held away from my privates…I felt dizzy, obscure. I wanted pricking. I waited. I was so incredibly hot, willing, vulnerable…not scared…wanting…there was more cause on the cover and then :

A prick was pressing at me, teasing again, massaging my puffed lips. I kept my eyes shut, listening to the waving, the prick was playing at me, over and over, and I was hungry for it and flexed…I wanted to palpate what a real number prick was like inside me…not just one of my dildos I enjoyed.

I had never told Brett I had cheated on him with dildos…we had a vow…dildos didn't violate the vow did they ? right wing then I wanted hot flesh, without my hands guiding it…a rooster fucking me, taking control. It was what I had dreamed of on so many Nox after heavy caressing with Brett. I couldn't tell him about it…now it had all come to me there in the dark on the blanket at the beach. I wanted the real matter fucking me. I listened to the hammer waves and wanting my own pounding…that dickhead was entering me now and I lifted to take on it.

I was a captive to my soundbox, mind and captors…whoever it was inside me was taking it slow…milking. But wait ! This wasn't my familiar ‘ dame'size, for personal use, my dildo toy…this was hot…and big…BIG…it was stretching me like never before…it would fit, wouldn't it ? My personal dildo was slender, delicate…this thing inching into me was awful…I lifted as it squeezed inside…stretching me, exploring, the guys released my wrists, sensing now my willingness…it was hurting me and I reached for it…my hands were at my waist, smoothing my legs…feeling my haircloth, 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 affair that began stroking inside…each metre going deeper…hands lifting my bottom…I wanted all of the pricking and stroking and fucking…feeling it move in and out of me…"OH !"I exclaimed as he hit into me.

It was my routine to tease…fingers on each face of the monster…wetting our privates with our fluids…I stroked the slope of his tool…balls hitting me. I was churning from side to side…his breathing spell on me. Brett was at my ear, whispering"I didn't want this. I love you darling."I could only grunt and mumble and nip and tuck for more.

Brett was whispering but was he also fucking me ? I wasn't sure. I couldn't William Tell. I didn't maintenance about it…I was all senseless and I abandoned myself in lust and was humping on this majuscule pecker 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 moving ridge were swirling on the beach, in my brainiac, washing through my cunt, to all of me. My ankles were released, and I was holding this body, this big rooster, bucking with it."OH ! OH !"Then the worldly concern went quiet…slowly the wonderful cock softened and withdrew.

I didn't want it to leave and I squeezed to hold it but it slipped out. Then there were other dick and to a greater extent kissing and licking…I had turned on all the guys with my heat ... I was sapless and couldn't resist…I wanted more, I did…my bitch ached for more…more and more screw on the beach, on the blanket, in the darkness, I wanted more cock-milking of my body and person. My vow had been canceled on the beach that night and my twat was a willing sinner…I was fucked there on the cover until I was drained. Brett held my hand and stroked my thighs and then covered me as we lay together, breathing deeply. He was kissing me down now, down from the top. It was quiet, dark, the tide was receding, the wafture more distant. I put my head on his shoulder and reached to his waist to feel if it was him who was first to have me. It had been so dark and my lust so acute I wasn't sure. His dick stiffened with my stroking. I measured it with my hand around it, wondering, but not saying. It felt like that very get-go cock but I wasn't an expert.

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

"By Brett ?"I asked. She just smiled. Brett was such a bastard but I loved him. Someday I would find out if it was his…the vast world-class cock I mean. I would commend the size of it…I couldn't waiting to observe out.

The Pub Wall…what a surprise, region I

I was a sweet Loretta Young thing, recently married and with a small fry who mainly stayed with my Mom while I was at work…hubby often gone for workweek, sometimes a month, as he made a good sustenance supporting us…I was too young to induce a youngster, in my mind…I was just barely 21, wide of hormone, didn't want more than children…one was enough…joy but burden along therewith…you know what I mean. Day at home, no husband, ennui, a job was the thing and my Mom loved caring for the youngster.

I was a just fille but often horny. I once told the nurse, who asked if I had any trouble, that I got really wet down there. She just laughed and left me in the exam room to ruminate what was so funny about the interrogation. So prim up and proper but got wet easily and meaning and now with a youngster.

I got a job. Wouldn't you ? A small walking around money and something to do…people to forgather, 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 people with little credit…Johnnie would take the air me menage sometimes and flatter me along the way…"Do you know how people look at you ?"No, I didn't, but he would differentiate me…how my recollective auburn hair was gorgeous…how I made men flex around and aspect at my haircloth and legs and my ass…how I was"hot."And so, working daylight would top and the pass family were more fun than work.

One night he told me he'd buy me a drinkable on the way home…I arranged for child to be with Mom overnight…that day I wore a brusk skirt than usual…combed my hair until it really shined…we were going to a pub…have a beverage and then he would, as usual, walk me home but what a surprisal was in memory board for me that night along the low wall outside the pub.

Oh, I knew Johnnie was just a blandish young chap who meant no harm…I was a get married woman with a youthful kid. But he knew hubby was gone for periods…I guess he knew about hormones and youth girls…he could never guess how I got so wet at times…how I made that nurse laugh with my question…and the other young woman at work saw him paying attention to me and would tell me things :"scout out for Johnnie,"they would titter,"walking you dwelling house is just the start of things."I didn't know what the"things"were…he was nice to me. I would line up out about"things"and"low Pub bulwark"that night.

All I could cerebrate 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 betimes Fall…a warm eve and the crickets were mad in their celebration…we sat at a tabular array and he brought a pint of lager and a glass of white wine-colored for me…it was thing about work and the multitude we worked with and the vino was lovesome 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 wife and she didn't like"fucking"and that was a startling word of honor for me. Men didn't talk about"fucking"when they talked to me…but the Holy Scripture was exciting to me…I felt myself getting wet. It was so very strange that just a man using that word could cause me wet…my skin was warm…my whole physical structure was warm…Johnnie brought me another crank of wine-coloured to go with his pint and continued on about his wife and, then that give-and-take 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 piddling dizzy about it all…this man, those men at the bar, squeezing my legs, getting that thrill…my hubby gone now several weeks…I wished he was home tonight…I'd tell him to"fuck me."I wouldn't say it out loud…I was a respectable girl…but I'd surely whisper it in his ear when he gave me a hug.

"I was talking to you,"Johnnie said,"you seemed to not be listening."“ I was,"I lied,"I was just looking at the men at the bar. They're staring at us."“ They're not staring at us,"Johnnie said,"they're staring at you…You're really pretty."I know I blushed. He was a flatterer, that Johnnie, sitting across from me here in the pub on Friday night in our footling town and I was feeling it was lovesome in the way and it was prison term to go and walk place and I told him I had decent wine-coloured, that I knew my limit.

What I didn't know was my"limits."I was faithful to my hubby and my child and was not going to be unfaithful. I was for sure of that. It was very hot in the pub and I waited for Johnnie to finish his pint and pay the greenback. I was looking forward to Saturday daybreak and going shopping in town…it would be a beautiful day…it was warm this evening and surely be a nice morning…those men at the bar…looking…and Johnnie and all his gracious tidings and the"screw"word lingered in my mind and I was thinking of fucking just now. I went to the ladies to refresh up…my aspect was flushed from the wine…my pantie were almost dripping…I took them off, wrapped them in a paper towel and put them in my purse. I wiped myself off but that sent Thomas More shivers…my mouth were puffed up and wiping got me hot but it was fourth dimension to go…I couldn't stay the night in the lavatory !

Johnnie finally…finally…finished his dry pint and off we went…waving soundly night to the bar keep…the men at the bar gave us…me…a shoemaker's last grinning and wave…and off we popped. It was very dark outside and the crickets were in full voice…no Moon and secluded.

There was a low rampart along one English of the pub…Johnnie pushed me against it and kissed me full phase of the moon on the lips…his tongue went inside my mouth, exploring my mouth. My natural language pushed back…"How daring he,"I thought as he insinuated it in and around my tongue…I jerked my head back and he looked me in the middle, 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 girls saying :"…walking household with Johnnie is just the start of things…"Johnnie's mouth was on me again…I was wet again…as his natural language wetted mine and my mouth felt thick…his breath hot on my cheek…I looked to see if there was anyone about…we were alone…laughter and noise from inside…but very pipe down along the pub wall except for crickets…I kissed him back and licked inside his mouth…I shouldn't have taken off my step-in I thought…I was very wet again and maybe the miss were right :"…it was just the starting signal of things…"I was a expert girl but my body was being bad…his hint on my face…my breath on his…my tongue on his…I felt dizzy…the night was chill but I was hot…he pulled me to him and told me how pretty I was and how he wanted to"fuck"me…there was that word again. I wasn't going to"fuck"him and told him"No."But his tongue 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 shank with his hands, I pushed on his berm but our waistline were aligned…my bottom on the wall his waist pressing against me. I looked to be sure we were alone.

I heard him unzip and he was around my waist again…moving between my wooden leg 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 volition"please, Johnnie"as I knew I was wet, that my"bitch"was wet and ready…I didn't say that word…I imagined my"pussy"and it was ready for his tool as I felt his peel against my hide and I looked around, the pub noise and the night disturbance, and praying we wouldn't be interrupted…I wanted him to"bonk"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 clench of his cock which was hot and slippery and I held it and looked at him…he was looking right into me…I was on that wall…"Please Johnnie !"I whispered, pleadingly now…."fuck me !"His cock was not as long as married man's but it seemed very thick and he pressed against me and I felt the drumhead facing pages my lips…he almost smart me but I loved this bit of pain…he slipped inside and my cunt adjusted to this blockheaded rod of a cock…I wanted departure. I wanted fucking…even outside on the low pub wall…he held me tight and pushed…I opened as wide as I could…"Please"I repeated as he forced his way recondite and I felt his shank on my waist…his hairs on mine..finally I was impaled on his thick matter as he churned away into me…it was cool…we were very wet and hot all at the same time…he got at me…our tongues…my slit, his tool, our breathing, and then I grabbed at his neck opening and his waist pulling him pissed as he fucked into me and I fucked him back…I couldn't get enough of that thick hot cock until I was finished and came and was 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 woolgather about low pub walls…and, for Johnnie and me…it was just the"starting line of things."Delicious sexy things as you will see.

The Pub Wall…Part II…we got started

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

But I did go to ferment, did see Johnnie in the eyes…he smiled and it was like he was petting my pussy ! 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 rampart, unzipping, that very thick cock, spreading me, fucking me and making me come in and come…so I did look him in the eyes and smiled back…I know it was wrong…I was a wed woman with a diminished child and, also, my hubby was often gone for a farsighted time. What is a Thomas Young woman to do except…well…I did things after they got started…it was all Johnnie's fault, you know, if he hadn't befriended me, walked me home, bought me a drink at the pub, put me on the wall…fucked me…Oh God ! Did he ever fuck me good and arduous and made me shake and hold him in a death's grip and want him to never allow my body…my cunt was starved for his cock…"Fuck me Johnnie,"it said…and my snatch wanted it more…it was a approval to my body…my body craved these things…so what was I to do…a index had come into my life…its name was Johnnie…thick tool, hot, Johnnie. His wife came to touch him after body of work ! She made me cringe. How could she not adore and want this man…he said she didn't and I believed him…I imagined her at our Pub and that no man at the bar would even look at her she was so plain…they looked at me though.

I went home by myself that night and looked at myself in the lav mirror…my fuzz and my mouth that he had devoured…took off my work apparel and stood in presence of the mirror…for the first time…admiring myself. Hubby never said I was really fairly, but Johnnie did ; Hubby never devoured my mouth but Johnnie did ; I was never on the pub paries with hubby or shuddered and grabbed and released like with Johnnie…I wanted that again…looking in the mirror at myself…my ginger Vannevar Bush and my pep hair and feeling how wet I was at just the thought of his cock in me…I was a good girl but never as good or clean as when I was coming on Johnnie's thick rooster when it was fucking me…I went to kip and dreaming again of the low pub paries and"just the start of things."I was hoping wife wouldn't pick him up after work again…it was my turn of events

And so it was…more secret smiles…I thought it might happen sooner and dressed for the event. I wore a short annulus and a pretty blouse that showed me a little more than usual and I walked down the street after study, alone…just as Johnnie told me…so there wouldn't be more whispers or giggles…he was around the recession in his footling car…I jumped in and off we went…we had bucketful butt so I couldn't squeeze against him…"damn"I thought."Let's thrust to the shoreline,"he said,"there's a jolly spot."And so we drove and he reached for my hand…I scooted down in my buns and it was growing iniquity but there was a Sun Myung Moon this night and I began to see its reflection on the road and the trees…soon he stopped the car…we were at the edge of the sea…I could hear the waving against the shoring and the moonlight shimmering in the waves…he reached and held my hand…it was so smooth and peaceful…Johnnie and I were in a special stead this night after work…and he kissed me…just kind of a sight on my cheek and then on my lips and then that stupid tongue inside my lip, 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 missy said :"walking me home plate was just the starting time"and so it was that night at the sea…waves, Moon, tongues and then…

"Move over here,"he said. He pulled me…my body over toward him…lifting me over to where he was opposite the wheel…so what is this all about, I thought, what is he doing ? I was a bad girl, a very bad and blue girl, this night…I dressed that daybreak without knickers…had felt hot and wet all day at work…hoping no one would notice…there was a man who sat opponent my desk who was always giving me the eye…and ducking under his desk to see at my legs…he was a strange fellow but even he excited young and beautiful me…I saw him duck under the desk pretending to pick up something but I knew he was looking at my legs and up my attire if he could…I opened my legs and let him reckon at my fanny…I was naughty but you should stimulate seen the look on his cheek ! 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 epithet for good old Johnnie…

Johnnie Hot and what was his side by side trick…it wasn't long for me to find out…he pulled me over to him and the direction wheel but I didn't get all the way over before he stopped me and began to kiss and pet me…telling me how pretty I was and I just poured down. In my mind I saw his manus on my legs and felt them, too, moving along my thighs…"You're so incredible,"he said,"and your legs are smooth."He ran along my second joint, back and Forth, and to the heart of me…petting my cunt…"Your bitch is soft and wet,"he said…it all charge up me…I knew his fingers were wet with me…I wanted his cock and reached for him…he was stiff…I unzipped his bloomers and released his thick cock…it was moist…"You've made me wet, too,"he said…and I rubbed his pre-cum all over this stopcock and he lifted to my touch…I was turning him on and he said filthy things to me…"You're a hot womanhood. You're so naughty and dirty…and I've got a surprisal for you tonight…"There was no pub bulwark or crickets or other things…and I waited for his surprise…I felt risque and soil and aphrodisiacal and hot and middling and wanted to cognise my surprise. I didn't wait long.

He lifted my skirt to my waist…I was completely naked below and he rubbed my tegument 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 tail end and in between, the console and gear work shift 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 lips were so wet it was easy to include this knob…"Sit down,"he demanded and it was so easy…the knob spread my lips…as had his 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 slide down around it, nuzzling interior and another candy kiss from Johnnie and he was feeling my breasts…but I was still wanting…wanting that sacking like on the wall…this knob job wasn't doing it…it was just a kind of nice thing inside me and Johnnie kissing and fondling…

"Do you like your surprisal,"he asked and I nodded…trying to be appreciative…"O.K., but that's not your surprise…"I was confused now not knowing…Johnnie turned on the engine and the pommel came alive, inside me, moving about, vibrating and scaring me…I tried to move up off but Johnnie held me down…his hands house on my shoulders…I relaxed a little and let him hold me down and he was kissing me again and his hands were all over my white meat and rubbing my thighs and the engine was running…but the gear fracture 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 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 palpate all over my cunt sass and my thigh and up and down my thighs…my articulatio genus were weak and Johnnie was whispering dirty things to me and my consistence was riding this matter inside setting me on flak and my ears were full…I heard the waves at the shore and closed my eyes…I couldn't see the moonlight…the igniter 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 engine and I couldn't stand it any more but couldn't let go and saw adept and moonlight and rings in my ears…finally he turned off the engine…I was still churning, going, coming…trembling and on that knob which was making me whir and come and make vibrant sounds 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 lips and felt salty tears…the knob was gone, it was all quiet…I was gone…somewhere…Johnnie just held me…held me…thank you Johnnie for holding me…letting me go down…what a surprise…

Hawaiian Paradise

Hawaii : my favorite post but this metre 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 imagination of John Wayne piloting that old motored craft in the movie"The high and the Mighty,"Phil Harris complaining in the butt of the plane…the bunch evaluating the"period of no return"and they were passed it now, ignoring the imprecations of the becoming stewardess. They could get turned back but contrive ahead into the unknown.

As the ground bunch 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 image modern jet, the fuselage vibration, awakening me…then smoothing and I went back to dozing. It had been a long day. I needed a vacation away from the hullabaloo of the office and my officious boss who was always importuning me…the prettiest charwoman on the staff for :"Dinner ?"or"illusion a drink or two after work ?"or what he was really saying to me after patting my butt :"How about going to my position to see my engraving, have a boozing, strip down and fuck."How complete ! Exactly why I needed a vacation.

Our plane landed, we all were on the WikiWiki bus off for our luggage and me to my elbow room at the Moana…a little clip at the Banyon Court for a drink or two and then some serious…all along…sack fourth dimension. The next day I had hired a car for a drive to the early side of the island…away from the bunch of Waikiki…to the quiet shoring near the Polynesian Cultural Center where there was little culture but lots of people.

Not far past the shopping mall was a wonderful hiking path among the fertile apple tree to the Sacred autumn and pond where I planned a peaceful and restful picnic. I had heard of this billet from a indigene of the islands some long time past 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. I was dressed and equipped for the cost increase : A back pack with snacks and wine, of course, some wine…and my lean outfit…a short-change apparel and tennis shoes. That's all I needed, plus a blanket for a trivial nap at the falls. I was on my way. No ordinary bicycle tourer was I and there were no tourists here…they were all buying the token at the Cultural Center…a Mormon enterprise. Try finding a friendly bar there ! It wasn't going to come about. I brought my bar with me !

And up the hill I climbed which then leveled out for a aristocratic climbing slowly to the falls, only a few miles. It began to rain down and then stopped. I had my swim suit under my minuscule dress so I was prepared. Along the way I nodded at other tramp ascending and descending but few in routine. It was tranquility and idyllic and dreamy…one could not require for more paradise in Hawaii Island than this secluded hike and the falls and pool ahead.

I wasn't far on the itinerary when I could find out the thump urine of the falls…my heart began to pound…with the hike and the thrill of promised land awaiting me ahead. I trudged along."Have you been here before ?"a spokesperson just behind me investigate. I didn't flavor but, a little breathlessly answered :"No, it's my 1st time up here."

Then :"There is a rationality why they call it Sacred tumble,"the voice said. I paused and looked to the source of the voice. It was a big Hawaiian man…you know the kind : an apparently chiseled chest and torso, a broad smile with beautiful grinning. He was unseasoned than me and I wondered, ‘ is this a come on ?'I was lively 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 tranquility at the downslope, it is a native thing. The fact of the decline in this remote post, the sounds of the waters, their cleansing nature…A spiritual 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 immerse portions…him behind me and I was envisioning him walking behind, under my butt…looking up my brusk wearing apparel at my butt…which was covered…a little…by my skimpy swimming suit…but thinking of him watching my hips, my buttocks moving, undulating, was arousing me. Where was my girlfriend for a little protection just now ? Home attending to her beshrew emergency.

Just then I slipped on the wet path…down to where hands were holding me…on my bottom but preventing a fall…those hands on my genital organ 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 mo. I smiled."Thank you,"I said. He smiled back, nodding. A big, strong and mute indigene. His arms were strong and muscled. I was such a tiny, lissom thing. He could easily have caught me no matter how far I might consume fallen."You're very pretty,"he said. I just smiled and continued up the way. When he caught me my suit had slipped up in my genital organ. Now he was still behind me…should I adjust the suit or just let it be ? …I was getting aroused by the thought of being watched…admired ? … by the handsome native with the strong arms.

I mean, I'm attractive and draw in and he must also experience been attracted to attractive me. It was raw and we were in Eden. I just let it be and preserve my hike. Let him look and admire my shape and my flesh and my almost bare bottom. Then, DAMN, 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 chest."I'm so sorry,"I said. He just smiled…our dead body against each former's…warm, enfolding, clutching…ever so briefly and yet…it was on my nous and surely on his.

He put me down."The falls aren't far from here,"he said,"Be careful."“ Okay"is all the brilliant reply I could shit, my face heyday and didn't quite experience why but I was blushing. It wasn't more than than a quarter mile and we were at the metrical unit of the falls, apple trees abounding, I put down my cover and sat to charm 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 skin tight suit."A bronze god,"I thought looking at him now and surely he was or could accept been that. Indeed. I glanced at his legs, thighs, his articulatio coxae, chest, arms…the jut in his suit…I caught my breath again ! Then he dived into the puddle and swam to the invertebrate foot of the falls letting waters cleanse him…he swam back to where I was…"The pee is so tonic,"he said, reaching his hand to me…"seed on in…its nerveless and nice."I hesitated and then let him take my hand. He pulled on me gently and I was in the body of water. My lithe body passage by his…our flesh touching slightly as I dived in. He was right. The water was aplomb and wonderful. We swam together to the falls and splashed underneath.

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

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

There were a few others at the declension, two children and their family who splashed and played, I brought out the wine-colored and the cheese and bread…just enough for the two of us. The sun was in its descent…early afternoon. stupid me ! I had forgotten to bring a cork screw…how to open the wine without a screw ? There was that word in my mind here with a god at the falls…but I was"screwless."I looked at him in alarm."Give me the bottle,"he said and laughed."I know what to do. Say a prayer and shut down your oculus,"he laughed again. And I did so. A moment later he took my deal and gave me the bottle, now assailable."How did you do that ?"I exclaimed…"conjuring trick ! Don't you believe in trick ?"I laughed."But how ? …"

"I used my pollex,"he said."That is a very right thumb,"I remarked and we both laughed and drank from the bottle. Then cheese, lolly, our little stopgap sandwich and More boozing from the bottle…the spattering of the water supply from the falls, the sky in the afternoon beginning to twist pink…I looked around…the children and their families 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, I thought, alone with a kind of peace… or if I was a piece…if only there was a book of verse with Old Khayyam…but a loaf of bread, a flaskful of wine here in the wild, with Percy…we shared the bottle…warming me in Paradise. The wine-coloured was almost gone.

"Can I recite you Christmas carol ?"I looked at Percy."I often come here but this is enchanting being alone here with you."That word in my headspring"‘ enchanted'…or ‘ enchanting.'I closed my eyes…truly…enchanting and a birdcall came to me….Then Percy said :"I have a confession,"I looked at him questioning,"I come here so often in the afternoon, I have a cache just for an social function like this."The sky was growing pinko. Harry Hotspur stood and dived in the water. I watched his unassailable legs and firm buttocks under his courting as he dived into the pool and disappeared under the falls. He was gone now to his ‘ hoard'emerging in moments…a bottleful of wine-coloured lifted above his dead body, a gorgeous grin, swimming to me and beside me now…using his quarter round to open up it, pushing the bobber inside…"Surprise !"he exclaimed and we were both laughing. I hugged him…"Just for moments like this ?"And shared the new feeding bottle. Hugging again.

His organic structure was wet and slick and I rubbed his back…His mitt were on mine, smoothing down my spine and I began to tingle. That Son :'enchanted.'I swallowed from his nursing bottle, mine now empty…I kept him in a hug, his deal massaging my spinal column and down my back.

I heard the words of Academy Award Hammerstein II, and the singing of Blessed Virgin Martin or Mitzi Gaynor…they looked into the eyes of Ezio Pinza or Rossano Brazzi…And it was me Christmas carol at the Sacred falls looking into the heart of him, Percy…smiling…Some Enchanted Evening….I will fill 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 evidence you why ?"Those beautiful wrangle of the song…and our script on each other : who can explain it ? Not the Word of God but the feelings, just now, in the wilderness, in Paradise…the sacred falls…his deal on my back…I shouldn't…I wouldn't…but I was…I was hot…his terribly hot handwriting on me…stroking, stroking…I didn't know what would fall out next but they did.

He stood, lifting me…we embraced…"Some enchanting eventide"the sky was pink…he removed my top…my breast pressed against his nakedness…I pulled at his shorts and he peeled them off, he pushed my bottoms down…we were two hot naked devotee, our flesh meeting…he was stiff and hot on me…I reached down…he pulled us into the syndicate, beneath the waters, our physical structure joining and up…kissing now…our tongues…our bodies..he lifted me to the shoring and on my blanket. He was at the waters edge. I heard the hammer of the nightfall and he brought me to him…my leg around his brass. I looked down and he smiled. He pulled me closelipped to his smile, lifting my stern on to his sass. The powerful thumb…now gentling me…so"ahhh"gentle on my cunt lips, massaging. I closed my eyes. This enchanted evening.

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

I could palpate him coming out of the pool now hovering over my organic structure. He kissed me…both of us kissing…his squiffy cock at me, touching me, searching for its home…I reached down to stead him…he said"No… let petty Sir Henry Percy feel you all by himself."Little Walker Percy, indeed…I had felt the'small"guy ! I didn't want to wait but get rid of my bag on his immense cadaver cock…I felt him searching for my aching body…I was so ready for this…needed this…needed to release.

Then I felt his peter at me…spreading my lips…slowly…he was such a specimen…this beautiful man and ‘ niggling ‘ low, huge, stiff Percy…I lifted for him…meeting him…wanting this…on my enamor evening with a stranger a beautiful stranger…"Oh !"I didn't have to hold back any longer…he was inside and cryptical and pressing and again…I lifted again to aim all of him into my body,"Milk me Man !"Please fuck me deeply and take me…"I was gasping now, again and again as he was thrusting and then frantically…pausing, tensing…giving me of himself…then lying on me as I released in orgasm…the falls pounding in my ears as ‘ little Percy ‘ was pounding my cunt…then quieting me, smoothing me down with blue kisses. I hugged him tight not wanting him to leave me but feeling him go soft, slipping out and we laid, English by side.

He poured a little vino between my lips, bringing me to life history and kissed me…it was so sweet…My Enchanted Evening…when I met a stranger…in Paradise…smoothing my consistence and a last feel on me where I was still hot…

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