Being Sir Thomas More intimate stories by early peeress who enjoyed orgasms in different sentence and unsuspected places.

tail View Mirror, Part I by phyllisroger

I used to take the air habitation from my after-school job…a duad air mile or more…and in those days…of having my first job…I was enjoying my sexuality…my breasts were rich and male child made me pay attention to myself with their spirit and stares before I knew all about'things.'But by this time, I was a little older and liked to show myself off to son and my teachers…it made me feel important besides just being a secure girl with adept grades.

It was still a very buck private thing : show and show off but…well, it was then I began to go to shoal without step-in and it made me experience brave though it was from some of the other daughter 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 day dress separating their tone from something truly special that would cause opened their eyes encompassing and make them lick their lips. Just walking around that way aroused me vernal body.

But after oeuvre, in my aphrodisiac pantyless State, I would walk home and think of school and my job and, in particular, the older boy who also worked there. He had a small car and one day drove up alongside as I was walking home and asked to give me a ride…I said"Sure !"and popped in the nominal head seat…But I almost sat on his dog and jumped out the door…he said :"Get in back,"and moved the seat for me as I jumped back in and sat in the niggling pass over seat with my legs partly up and my dress draped high around them. I was scared he might own"had a feel"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 ilk people and won't bite. Just pet him behind the ear,"he said and I did. doggie licked my impudence as I rubbed his ears and he scramble his legs around, pushing my dress down and exposing my stage. I pushed it back up but the doggy was enjoying his ears being rubbed, was very excited and his manus fumbled all over me, messing my dress and even stepping on my crotch !

I looked in my champion's rear view mirror and he was watching me roleplay with his dog. I saw his heart staring at me and I smiled back as the dog was getting really favorable with me but I pushed him down on the seat. There was niggling room in the seat and he was finally sitting between my pegleg and panting…his doggie glossa going back and forth, slobbering on my dress so I pushed him down and away. Wrong affair 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 scene mirror. My friend's heart were glued to the scene 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 depend away and devote me privateness 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 salutary. I wanted more doggie licks and he was good of biff : the side of this leg, then that, and my admirer staring. It was suddenly very quiet in the little car or was it that my ears were ringing ? I felt hot there in the back seat with doggie, a defeat tongue and those middle in the backside view mirror…watching.

He moved the mirror to a slant and I could see myself now and my privates and then the doggie at work and it was all very erotic to me just then. I laid my caput back to trip up my breathing time. Wrong thing to do again ! Because then the doggie licked right on my twat. This one big lap of his glossa was startling and then another lick…my body jolted."Let him lap you…no one will hump,"my Friend said as he kept looking at my bareness.

The car seemed to be moving very slowly and I petted the dog's ears some more and reached down to spread my snatch backtalk 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 grin it made me even hotter like I was not only cuming for the doggie but also with him at the like time and I opened my legs wider to show him everything I had. I was slender, with rich boob and my cunt was getting ginger hairs and I felt proud and hot showing myself to him as the dog kept at me. It was all self-generated and dirty and my spike were full.

Then I felt a shudder at my waist and my legs got wobbly as the dog licked me all over and between my lips and on my clitoris, which made me judder. bow-wow churned me and licked and licked. My head was laid back, my eyes were closed and I peeked to see my friend gripping the cycle. He was breathing deeply too at the scene. I was unawares of breath and gasping for air as the dog had his way with me. I was spending on his tongue…he was getting frantic with my taste. I hoped we'd never get home !"Ohhh ! Ohh ! Mmmm"I was murmuring as the warmth at my waist traveled along my body, my pap hard. Then the doggie slowed and finished and I was still dripping on the small tail end and pushed him away. I couldn't take any more. That dog had made me cum intemperate on that gamey tongue and all in plain prospect. I was still breathing hard as the car stopped. I was home. I straightened my dress.

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

fundament thought Mirror, Part II

I got out of his car, petted the beautiful dog on his head and capitulum, very diffuse cuddly ears, and he licked my hand ;"dog drivel"on my hand,"Yuk !"but when I walked into my menage my fork was still wet and dripping with his other"slobber"which made me tingle and trot past Mum to my elbow room and get the approximate tissue paper 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."dear, get down and help with me with the potatoes !"It was Mum and she broke the turn, putting on my pantie so I wouldn't dripping, cleaning again and down to help with dinner."Your look is red,"Mum said,"did you run home from study ? You seem out of breath."I just nodded and began peeling and dreaming of the next day's ride, and you know the ride I mean.

But then there was schoolhouse, which went very slow, and off to exercise but the boy wasn't there so work was a real pain and it wasn't until several daylight 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 philia skipped a beat and the clock moved ho-hum. It was pay day and I got my parcel :"Mum won't be back for a twosome 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 plunk for behind again, he was already checking me out in his buns survey mirror and if some girls take awhile to get in the mood for fun it wasn't this girl or this dog, he was already nosing around. It was a warm day, windows down, the air blowing my fuzz, the feel of the ocean and my head was resting, my ears pounding when he stopped the car and I sat up, alert. We weren't at the beach yet and,"My friend needed a ride, too, and here he is."In the mood and now out of the climate just as agile as that his protagonist 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 disconcert as was I at these ontogenesis. utter about"three's a crowd"well we had a crew and a dog and a serious twist off but I didn't say anything and we were at the beach, parked on a low drop-off but where I could learn the wave and the mewlling patsy with their piercing cries.

"I brought some snacks and things,"my body of 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 remark but what was I to do. I was in the back can of a two door car. I had nowhere to go and had all variety of prospect 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 let loose and see what he does. We all want to watch him."So there I was, my physical structure ready, my nous not so a good deal and he was licking my calf and my knee and above my knee and two boys 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 secondly boy even if HE was fix for a display but the dog was for certain set and randy and this time he was humping my leg, licking my face, then trying to horn in me and I was being watched by four eyes in the front place and I was breathing hard now, impudence red, pinna ringing, gulls crying and my consistence crying for that dog no affair where I was and suddenly I didn't care who was watching.

It was a hot scene. Then it wasn't just the dog cock that was out but two more stiff cocks were out and everyone was petting everyone it seemed…the new boy climbed in the back butt and kissed me, putting my hand on him. His shaft was slippery ; I was slippery and he pulled up my dress, I was past it now and didn't precaution, I surprised myself and was stroking cock, opening my cunt for the dog with my early mitt, and dog was at me with his stupid, wonderful, wet, long spit all over me there and everything was dreamy in my head and consistency, my legs were tingly and alive, like the boy's stiff hammer,"Don't stop,"he said,"Ohh, just like that, don't, don't stop,"and he lifted his buttocks and pip his cum in the air landing on the dog's back but I kept at him until he was limp. Then he just held my hand and slumped in the seat, so it was my spell now to speak to my dog and his tongue was up me and out and around and inside again, I opened my eyes and there was our driver wanking himself and spending on the steering bike, the dog was licking my ambrosia and humping his tool toward me as I kept pushing him off…but I scooted down for Thomas More tongue and there were manus on my stage, then a hired hand on the dog's pecker guiding it to me, hitting at my cunt back talk, wetting me more but he was one frenzied dogtooth at this point in time poking at a very frantic girl's torso. I said"No !"and then"No !"again but affair were out of control.

The dog was hurting my hind end when he missed and missed again, that sharp pointy affair missing the St. Mark, stabbing away."Scoot down more ; lift up a little ; don't tantalization an animal."“ No ! Don't,"I said but lifted up more, scooting down. My ears were full and I scooted down ; this sentence he didn't miss and I felt this smooth prick twinge again but stab sliding inside and I had set the dog on flaming, pounding me inside, again and again. I was on flaming, my twat hot and ready, lifting and writhing on this dig thing ; we were joined and"No, don't"had become"No, don't stop."The raise view mirror showed my startle eyes like they were in a trance, I knew my unharmed organic structure was tense, waiting for another jabbing and another and I was hearing words like the boy ‘ s :"Don't stop. Please don't, don't blockage. Just there just there, Ohh, ohh."actor's line wouldn't come ; licking my rim, trying to breath, tasting the salt air, the boy petting my thighs, holding the dog at me, bringing me off again, bringing all four of us off.

As we were driving back there was no conversation and I tried to straighten and smooth my frock, hoping Mum hadn't come home early. I needed a bath ; I was still in a perspiration, needed to clean up and cool down down. She wouldn't believe I had run home a endorse fourth dimension that week and I didn't want to explicate, obviously."It was just a one prison term thing."I said."I'm not that variety of girl."And thought, wondering, about the next drive nursing home."Bye !"and the two of them drove off, me finally at domicile, 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 frock in head and it would be well-off to hoist up for matter.



Not just my toes got attention !

I loved to get prepare for Sabbatum Nox and as a young girl showing off my"wares"at the local anesthetic dance which meant for me a lot of primping with my hair's-breadth, my fingernails nicely painted with my toes to correspond and I spent near of the day getting ready for the dark : laying out my wearing apparel, what I would wear ( and not get into ! I was a aphrodisiac affair and didn't wear a double-dyed outfit if you get my hint ). My routine : a thorough bath and after that, my body all radiant, a pedicure.

Mum and sisters were out for their own Saturday routines and I was alone in the sign to spoil and preen myself. I had a engagement that Night for the dance ; a cute guy who liked to dance and feel me up, hands all over me, under me and in between, during and after the saltation, lots of kissing and cuddling and thinking about Saturday Nox got me going in ways even during the day.

Our family was repose with everyone else gone and after my bath I was toweled and squatting on a low can painting my fingers and now my toes. Everything had to match : fingers, toes, hair ribbon setting off my dress. My feet in a pan of quick water supply, knees up and sitting on the BM, my niggling pooch nearby, lingua out as usual, walking to my pan of piddle, sniffing around, looking up as I patted his head and began to lop my toenails, doggy licking my fingers and sniffing my toes when I took a foot from the warm water system, I patted his head and stroked his lenient ears.

So characterisation 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 private, radiant from the bath, and there for the world to see but I was alone and individual, pretty much alone, legs apart to better make my foot, my toes closed together, the brim of my slit closed but my crotch open so I could get at my ft, doggie quick for head-patting, hand whacking, me thinking of my date at the dance that night, totally plumb from my bath, but thinking of what date and I would be doing and feeling in dark nook of the saltation hall and afterward when he would play with me and I would"dance"my body on his manus, how his finger's breadth would surely get me hot and micturate me cum as he fingered my kooz, that he would whisper in my ear and kiss my mouth and tell me how pretty I am and how he loved my raw cunt ; 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 process to his soft doggie pass, his licking doggie tongue on my hand and then my toes but then he went between my knees and his cold olfactory organ brought me back to the kitchen and my pedicure. I pushed him away :"Naughty boy. Your olfactory organ is cold !"and he looked up at me funny, seeming to smile and licking his mouth.

Then I was back to my animal foot and the cold nozzle again that shocked me but doggie had my olfactory property and wanted to a greater extent, his nose slipping all along my kooz from fundament up to top and I gasped when he slid up to the top and that cold nose on my fanny sent a shiver like it was my date was at me, but now it was during the day, an former upheaval before the saltation that Night and I pushed his scent away.

There wasn't anything haywire about an sinless dog or me and my pedicure but that cold nose was unexpected and shocking and brought thoughts of Sabbatum night to the here and now and I wasn't ready yet I thought. It was this strange thing in my mind and I was alone, it was muted, my Mum and sisters wouldn't be back anytime soon ; doggie looked detriment when I pushed him off, his eyes looked sad and would I let him"nose me"again ?

I wasn't easygoing. I was a good female child but his dusty nose was exciting my privates and it was our very private affair ; who would cognise ; the kitchen was quiet except my ears were ringing ; then doggie's wet cold nose was back on my snatch spreading my sassing apart with another shocking microscope slide. My legs opened more as pegleg will and that insensate nose from bottom to top, sliding up my wet slit, hitting my release, sending a jerk and I put my deal on his head, this time petting his nozzle, his thrilling nose and then that lingua, up the bulwark of my slit again,"Good pooch,"this sentence, getting me wet, his tongue had my taste and he was at it.

It was too previous for me to stop ; I wanted this now ; I was past thinking, it was too spicy, too good and arouse and forbidden all together, knife and fanny now in control. I was dancing in my mind feeling ripe things. My towel slipped off and I was smoothing my stifle and down my legs, spreading my backtalk for my unrestrained doggie and his anxious knife, making me spend, licking up my spend and I was petting his pinna, lifting his sassing on me. His tongue was dipping inside my slit for more and I was hot at my centre of attention ; my body was throbbing now as his cold olfactory organ and hot glossa were bringing me off like no date had ever done at any saltation or in any dark corner, my toes curling up, and here in the middle of my quieten kitchen I could hear my engagement whispering as I came and came, this time not on his fingerbreadth, as he was holding my fount. This meter coming on a youthful bow-wow's glossa and I was holding barker ‘ s face, hoping he wouldn't occlusive, 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 H2O bowl, both of us panting. I looked down at my metrical unit, easing them down in the water and finally cooling down from my thrilling pedicure. Sat night had come early. I knew I was shamefaced of this but had the right to remain silent even with the tintinnabulation still loud in my capitulum and making me grin, licking my lips.

A Vow Broken…or Was it ?

It wouldn't happen these days but when my fellow and I started dating there were dissimilar rules : condoms were hard to regain, virginity was authoritative, casual sex was for ‘ other'hoi polloi, etc., etc. So it is no surprise that when Brett and I started getting serious we made sacred hope to each former including :"no sex before marriage"though we loved each other. And, you know, being good small fry we stuck to it. I mean, after we began dating he kissed me on our third gear date ( another old convention ) and then we graduated to early ting, like tits…fifth date…and I had to be persuaded at that…the respite was downhill…or acclivitous depending on how we looked at it..and from then on it wasn't long before he was in my pants…I did a small resistance act at starting time, to loosen him…it felt so good to have his hand on me there, his fingers getting slippery from me…and then I was unzipping him…heavy petting during and after a show at the drive-in…It was the 1st erect rooster I had seen, or stroked or kissed…I learned all about dick and how to squeeze, snog, caress, take a crap it wet…then he got me to lick him. He showed me all about my body but we still kept our promised to look until"later'to go ‘ all the way.'Brett ad I were sticking to our mutual vow…barely. I was heroic for what the real number thing would be like but we had agreed to await. We had taken the Vow !

One dark we were at a party at a friend's theater and we miss got to talking…the boy on another slope of the room…I told them about my vow with Brett and it got discussed and some of the girls tittered at that and said we'd really already had sex…just not penetration. Of class, his stiffly stopcock had penetrated my sassing and his fingers had penetrated my wet puss and …I loved it when we did that…but no cock penetrating cunt…and we were proud of that but there it was…the incursion word…we were abstaining from that one, penultima, thing…indulging in the rest period. Later I told Brett about our conversation and we both agreed to go along with our vows…meaning : no penetration…most but not all of our emotions were satisfied without that part. I confess I had itch beyond what we did…I didn't tell Brett of my frustrations 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 party, Bret and I went on a double engagement and push to the beach. We had a couplet six packs…we weren't accomplished prudes…and sat on the guts on blankets my girlfriend brought and we were soon drinking, laughing, kissing, tactile sensation and all…Brett was under my wearing apparel, inside my step-in as usual, his fingers 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 caressing, external respiration and fingering I didn't notice when my girlfriend and her escort got up and stood over us…just shadows… My girl said :"We're going to have an intercession for you two budgie,"and then her young man announced :"right hand here…right now !"I didn't know what to think or say…

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

It was two former bozo who were at the party a few weeks before…I was shocked and a little pit. What would bump ? They had planned all this. Did Brett fuck, too ? My mind was a mess…my body hot…but my idea a mess.

"We're taking charge here, you two idiots. Brett's young woman is one hot chick and I've wanted to jazz her myself,"the voice in the night said. I tried to see his boldness but everything was shadows. And the moving ridge were pounding…the sand in my toes. There was moonlight and cloud and the throbbing of the Wave and my read/write head was throbbing."There's a time for piece of ass,"he said…"that time is now !"

I started to stand but helping hand 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 sentence to land up up what you started !"I was scared and looked at Brett, still beside me, asking :"What do we do now ?"

I was looking for help but Brett was silent. What an asshole ! 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 suspect ! And now there were hands, spate of hands, holding my wrists above my head and grabbing my legs at the ankles, holding them apart, my dress at my waist, my privates only protected by my wet panties…I was prone and twisted away…they pulled me back."Help !"I said. The wafture pounded against the sound of my representative."You can't do this ! Stop !"

Brett was outnumbered and helpless at this point. I didn't know what to do…screaming was a waste material on that isolated beach. The Wave were loud in my ears…the sky overcast…I couldn't see any stars. No synodic month and I was being held by impregnable guys…my girlfriend was no help…she whispered to me :"No one's going to hurt you,"she said with a subdued, reassuring tone. Her hands were on me ; she pulled up my dress…took down my panties. I was now open to the world. I was scared…but I knew I wouldn't be hurt…at the spoiled 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 dead body,"one guy said.

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

I was in the unwaveringly 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 lust on the blanket, at the beach, with the auditory sensation of nature…my body naked…legs spread…I felt the air cooling and also exciting me…I squirmed again…then :"I want to get down and lick that affair,"said yet another and I felt a mouth on my minuscule virgin cunt…I flexed…a hot natural language licking up one position and then up the other…a cold pry moving on my clit…which stiffened to the tongue and I squirmed again but this clip, spontaneously, it felt so good…I fought the feeling…didn't want my consistency to respond but it did. I dug my backside into the blanket but two hands lifted my butt cheeks…thumbs spreading me. This had to stop. The air was cool, waves were licking the shoreline…the beating of my cunt was continuing. I tried to incite to one English, then the other, my wooden leg being held, and squeezed my puss but the licking…Oh God…that spit ! Hands lifting me up…the licking proceed. I couldn't help it and then another lap. I had to let myself go now. My eubstance had taken charge.

"She's a intemperate one, but wet and tasty,"the voice said, between licks…and oh that damned nose lifting my clit…I couldn't helper it. I just couldn't. It was feeling good and I didn't want anyone to know. I was thrashing my brain from side to side…"No…don't"I said but now I was just mumbling. His bridge player was on my belly, pulling my peel back…lifting my clit…a nose, a thumb…it was too, too sound. I couldn't avail myself and lifted for more of his wonderful tongue.

His spit 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 by-blow ! 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 organic structure said to me and I tried not to get word it. It came again, with the undulation,"Uh, UH, UH, OH"I spasmed. The beach was loud and alive with H2O rushing in, rushing out ; my feelings were rushing the same…my boldness hot, blushing. I hoped they couldn't see me. He pushed on my stomach, licking harder…in an awful, beautiful rhythm…he was a bastard…all of them…Brett and all of them.

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

I tried once Sir Thomas More to worm away and I slipped from his grasp on my cunt sassing but only briefly as he encircled my legs with his arm, 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 loose, wanting this violation…and lifted now, arching open for his lingua and my former captor sensing my lust, released my radiocarpal joint. My girlfriend 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 motherfucker at my waist and I rode that face…writhing on his mouth as waves were pulsing inside me now. Suddenly he stopped."She's cook guys !"he said…"My lingua's tired ! Jesus !"I started to relax a little, my wet pussy open to the night but my articulatio talocruralis were still held…my hands covered my privates and for the first base time I realized how wet I was…I had never been that wet…I was embarrassed and looked into the coloured shadows of these guys and my girlfriend…but I hadn't cum yet…it had felt in force but my body needed finishing…my dead body was thirsting for the finale but was cooling down rapidly. I said nothing but I was silently begging for more….my cunt was aching…the cool air was on my slit 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 hombre and my girlfriend…I could see her smiling in the trace. Brett and I had our vows, after all…it was sacred to me and to him…they couldn't be broken…or could they ?

"cum on Brett…it's either you or we'll shoot a turn at her…she's ready…so let's go."Brett looked at me, at my middle, I looked back…my pegleg being held and bedspread open…my snatch hot and dripping, my mental res publica confused and hot…and I do have in mind HOT ! We loved each other ; we were going to marry 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 admittedly : I was hot, and ready and aching…

"Make up your mind, guy,"it was the voice holding one of my legs. I looked up, Brett looked at me, lying there, about to be ravished by others…or Him…what to do. I shook my head :"No !"I said, but just mumbling. I could see he was weakening. He was so bounteous, a collapsible shelter 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 motion. 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 somebody getting between my legs…I stared up at the darkness sky…my hands over my privates, manpower taking my wrists away from my hot organic structure, exposing me again, pushing them back over my head. I felt movement between my legs and a soaked cock poking at me, I looked up at Brett, standing there, looking down….then person held my wrists, firmly, I was open air and ready…more poking at my puss then spreading my pussy lips…the dim number 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 fix and so am I."I looked at him and then at Brett…"Brett,"I grunted…"Please help me."I didn't know if he heard me with all the Wave pounding…my read/write head pounding.

The waves were cheap. I hoped he heard the desperation in my interpreter. I waited. I was dull and closed my eyes again. I didn't have to waitress long as I felt a cock Menachem Begin teasing my puss rim but then it moved away ... my hands still held away from my privates…I felt dizzy, confused. I wanted pricking. I waited. I was so incredibly hot, will, vulnerable…not scared…wanting…there was more movement on the blanket and then :

A whoreson 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 feel what a real bastard 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 ? rightfield then I wanted hot flesh, without my handwriting guiding it…a hammer fucking me, taking ascendence. It was what I had dreamed of on so many Night after sound fondling with Brett. I couldn't evidence him about it…now it had all come to me there in the night on the blanket at the beach. I wanted the real thing fucking me. I listened to the pounding waving and wanting my own pounding…that prick was entering me now and I lifted to meet it.

I was a prisoner to my body, psyche and captors…whoever it was inside me was taking it slow…milking. But wait ! This wasn't my familiar ‘ ladies'size of it, for personal use, my dildo toy…this was hot…and big…BIG…it was stretching me like never before…it would fit, wouldn't it ? My personal dildo was slender, delicate…this thing inching into me was awful…I lifted as it squeezed inside…stretching me, exploring, the bozo released my articulatio radiocarpea, sensing now my willingness…it was hurting me and I reached for it…my mitt were at my waist, smoothing my legs…feeling my hairs, my clit…this hot thick cock…I outlined it with my fingernails…I wanted this…opening myself more…they released my legs…my finger's breadth touching on this awful, tremendous thing that began stroking inside…each time going deeper…hands lifting my bottom…I wanted all of the pricking and stroking and fucking…feeling it act in and out of me…"OH !"I exclaimed as he hit into me.

It was my turn to tease…fingers on each side of meat of the monster…wetting our genitals with our fluids…I stroked the English of his tool…balls hitting me. I was churning from incline to side…his breathing space on me. Brett was at my ear, whispering"I didn't want this. I love you darling."I could only grunt and mutter and elevation for more.

Brett was whispering but was he also fucking me ? I wasn't sure. I couldn't tell. I didn't care about it…I was all senseless and I abandoned myself in lust and was humping on this great tool which searched interior and up to my pharynx, chewing on it as if it was in my pharynx and I went numb. I couldn't breathe, the waves were swirling on the beach, in my brain, washing through my cunt, to all of me. My ankles were released, and I was holding this body, this great cock, bucking with it."OH ! OH !"Then the world went quiet…slowly the fantastic pecker softened and withdrew.

I didn't want it to leave and I squeezed to obligate it but it slipped out. Then there were other turncock and more kissing 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 snatch ached for more…more and more fucking on the beach, on the blanket, in the dark, I wanted more cock-milking of my body and mortal. My vow had been canceled on the beach that night and my puss was a willing sinner…I was fucked there on the blanket until I was drained. Brett held my hand and stroked my thighs and then covered me as we lay together, breathing deeply. He was kissing me down now, down from the top. It was quieten, dark, the tide was receding, the wafture more aloof. I put my forefront on his shoulder joint and reached to his waist to feel if it was him who was first to have me. It had been so night and my lustfulness so intense I wasn't sure. His pecker stiffened with my stroking. I measured it with my hand around it, wondering, but not saying. It felt like that very first cock but I wasn't an expert.

I just couldn't be sure and almost didn't care. I loved Brett and loved all the nooky but I couldn't proceed doing this. We had a modified vow. It had been a one night matter. One matter was for sure as shooting. I would need a heavy 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 sinister. 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 rule out if it was his…the huge first cock I mean. I would think back the size of it of it…I couldn't wait to find out.

The Pub Wall…what a surprise, Part I

I was a sugared untried affair, recently married and with a pocket-sized baby who mainly stayed with my Mom while I was at work…hubby often gone for weeks, sometimes a month, as he made a good living supporting us…I was too young to ingest a child, in my mind…I was just barely 21, wide-cut of hormones, didn't want more children…one was enough…joy but incumbrance along therewith…you know what I mean. mean solar day at home, no husband, boredom, a job was the thing and my Mom loved caring for the youngster.

I was a good fille but often horny. I once told the nurse, who asked if I had any job, that I got really wet down there. She just laughed and left me in the examination room to ruminate what was so rum about the query. So victorian and proper but got wet easily and pregnant and now with a youngster.

I got a job. Wouldn't you ? A little walking around money and something to do…people to meet, like, shall I say, Johnnie. We sold, or rather, rented TV's and computing device and things…pay as you go but have them now…for people with little credit…Johnnie would walk me home sometimes and flatter me along the way…"Do you know how people look at you ?"No, I didn't, but he would separate me…how my farseeing auburn hair was gorgeous…how I made men turn around and flavour at my hair and legs and my ass…how I was"hot."And so, working days would lapse and the walks household were more fun than work.

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

Oh, I knew Johnnie was just a flattering untested lad who meant no harm…I was a get hitched with cleaning lady with a young child. But he knew husband was gone for periods…I guess he knew about hormones and young girls…he could never estimate how I got so wet at times…how I made that lactate jest with my question…and the other young lady at work saw him paying attention to me and would tell me things :"Watch out for Johnnie,"they would giggle,"walking you home is just the start of things."I didn't know what the"things"were…he was squeamish to me. I would find out about"things"and"low Pub wall"that night.

All I could consider 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 sentence and Johnnie and I walked from the office to the pub…it was other Fall…a warm evening and the crickets were mad in their celebration…we sat at a table and he brought a pint of laager and a glassful of snowy wine for me…it was things about oeuvre and the people we worked with and the wine was lovesome going down…I didn't know why I was nervous but I surely was.

Johnnie told me of his wife and how she never had time for him…how they argued a lot and then he began to blab about sex and how he got no sex at abode and went on about his wife and she didn't like"fucking"and that was a startling word for me. Men didn't talking about"fucking"when they talked to me…but the Holy Writ was exciting to me…I felt myself getting wet. It was so very unknown that just a man using that word could do me wet…my skin was warm…my unit consistence was warm…Johnnie brought me another crank of wine to go with his pint and continued on about his married woman and, then that word again :"fucking"and if it was the wine or the Word of God or how he looked at me or when I noticed some men at the bar looking at me…I shivered…I pressed my stage together…wrong matter to do just then…I was wet and squeezing my leg sent me more shivers…so I swallowed some wine and felt a slight dizzy about it all…this man, those men at the bar, squeezing my legs, getting that thrill…my married man 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 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 Town and I was feeling it was warm in the elbow room and it was sentence to go and walk home and I told him I had enough wine-coloured, that I knew my limit.

What I didn't know was my"limits."I was close to my hubby and my child and was not going to be unfaithful. I was sure of that. It was very hot in the pub and I waited for Johnnie to wind up his dry pint and pay the government note. 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 nice Holy Writ and the"nooky"word lingered in my mind and I was thinking of fucking just now. I went to the ladies to refresh up…my face 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 pocketbook. I wiped myself off but that sent more shivers…my rim were puffed up and wiping got me hot but it was time to go…I couldn't stay the night in the bathroom !

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

There was a low wall along one position of the pub…Johnnie pushed me against it and kissed me wax on the lips…his natural language went inside my mouthpiece, exploring my mouth. My spit pushed back…"How dare he,"I thought as he insinuated it in and around my tongue…I jerked my head back and he looked me in the eyes, smiling…his arms were around my waist."You're really pretty tonight…did you see those men looking at you. Jealous of me to be with a hot girl."I heard the office young lady saying :"…walking household with Johnnie is just the beginning of things…"Johnnie's mouth was on me again…I was wet again…as his tongue wetted mine and my mouth felt thick…his breathing place hot on my cheek…I looked to see if there was anyone about…we were alone…laughter and noise from inside…but very tranquilize along the pub wall except for crickets…I kissed him back and licked inside his mouth…I shouldn't have taken off my panties I thought…I was very wet again and maybe the lady friend were decent :"…it was just the starting line of things…"I was a full girl but my dead body was being bad…his breathing spell on my face…my intimation on his…my natural language on his…I felt dizzy…the nighttime was nerveless 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 backtalk were teasing me and I was wet and hot and said"Johnnie…please don't…please…"He lifted me onto the wall…holding my waistline with his hands, I pushed on his shoulders but our waistline were aligned…my fundament on the wall his waist pressing against me. I looked to be sure as shooting we were alone.

I heard him unzip and he was around my waist again…moving between my legs and I felt the material of his gasp 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 assuredness and I said just a very weak…a hoping and volition"please, Johnnie"as I knew I was wet, that my"pussy"was wet and ready…I didn't say that word…I imagined my"cunt"and it was ready for his cock as I felt his skin against my skin and I looked around, the pub noise and the night dissonance, and praying we wouldn't be interrupted…I wanted him to"have it away"my"bitch"…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 pecker 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 dick was not as long as husband's but it seemed very thick and he pressed against me and I felt the mind bed covering my lips…he almost hurt me but I loved this bit of pain…he slipped inside and my cunt adjusted to this stocky magnetic pole of a cock…I wanted release. I wanted fucking…even outside on the low pub wall…he held me tight and pushed…I opened as extensive as I could…"Please"I repeated as he forced his way deep and I felt his shank on my waist…his hair 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 cunt, his prick, our breathing, and then I grabbed at his neck and his waistline pulling him blotto 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 poise 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 dream about low pub walls…and, for Johnnie and me…it was just the"head start of things."Delicious aphrodisiacal thing 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 eyes and with all the other lady friend on the threshold of giggles…after all, they had warned me about Johnnie…how walking me dwelling house was just getting started with him…and I knew now what was"getting started"and all that.

But I did go to turn, did seem Johnnie in the eyes…he smiled and it was like he was petting my slit ! I was instantly wet and looked away…he was a naughty boy and just his look made me hot…I envisioned him kissing me against the Pub paries, unzipping, that very thick rooster, spreading me, fucking me and making me add up and come…so I did take care him in the eyes and smiled back…I know it was wrong…I was a get hitched with char with a small child and, also, my hubby was often gone for a long time. What is a young woman to do except…well…I did matter 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 good and hard and made me tremble and harbour him in a death's grip and want him to never allow my body…my cunt was starved for his cock…"screwing me Johnnie,"it said…and my cunt wanted it more…it was a blessing to my body…my consistency craved these things…so what was I to do…a index had come into my life…its public figure was Johnnie…thick cock, hot, Johnnie. His married woman came to meet him after workplace ! 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 search at her she was so plain…they looked at me though.

I went home by myself that night and looked at myself in the bath mirror…my hair and my mouth that he had devoured…took off my work wearing apparel and stood in front of the mirror…for the first off time…admiring myself. Hubby never said I was really pretty, but Johnnie did ; Hubby never devoured my mouth but Johnnie did ; I was never on the pub wall with hubby or shuddered and grabbed and released like with Johnnie…I wanted that again…looking in the mirror at myself…my powdered ginger bush and my ginger tomentum and feeling how wet I was at just the thought process of his cock in me…I was a skilful girl but never as good or strip as when I was coming on Johnnie's slurred putz when it was fucking me…I went to sleep and dreaming again of the low pub wall and"just the start of things."I was hoping married woman wouldn't option him up after work again…it was my turn

And so it was…more secret smiles…I thought it might happen sooner and dressed for the outcome. I wore a short skirt and a pretty blouse that showed me a little to a greater extent than usual and I walked down the street after work, alone…just as Johnnie told me…so there wouldn't be Sir Thomas More whispering or giggles…he was around the nook in his lilliputian car…I jumped in and off we went…we had bucket seats so I couldn't power play against him…"damn"I thought."Let's drive 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 backside and it was growing black but there was a moon this night and I began to see its observation on the road and the trees…soon he stopped the car…we were at the bound of the sea…I could hear the Wave against the shore and the moonlight shimmering in the waves…he reached and held my hand…it was so quiet and peaceful…Johnnie and I were in a especial place this dark after work…and he kissed me…just kind of a peck on my brass and then on my lips and then that stupid tongue inside my mouth, moving around and around and I thought what else he could do with his moving lingua. 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 girls said :"walking me base was just the first"and so it was that night at the sea…waves, moonshine, clapper and then…

"Move over here,"he said. He pulled me…my consistency 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 little girl, a very bad and naughty female child, 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 diametric my desk who was always giving me the eye…and ducking under his desk to calculate at my legs…he was a foreign fellow but even he excited Danton True 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 face at my fanny…I was naughty but you should let 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 good old Johnnie…

Johnnie Hot and what was his next trick…it wasn't long for me to find out…he pulled me over to him and the steering wheel but I didn't get all the way over before he stopped me and began to kiss and pet me…telling me how pretty I was and I just poured down. In my nous I saw his helping hand on my legs and felt them, too, moving along my thighs…"You're so unbelievable,"he said,"and your leg are smooth."He ran along my thigh, back and Forth River, and to the centre of me…petting my cunt…"Your cunt is soft and wet,"he said…it all excited me…I knew his fingers were wet with me…I wanted his cock and reached for him…he was stiff…I unzipped his pants and released his thick cock…it was moist…"You've made me wet, too,"he said…and I rubbed his pre-cum all over this tool and he lifted to my touch…I was turning him on and he said unsporting matter to me…"You're a hot cleaning woman. You're so naughty and dirty…and I've got a surprise for you tonight…"There was no pub paries or crickets or early things…and I waited for his surprise…I felt naughty and foul and sexy and hot and pretty and wanted to acknowledge my surprisal. I didn't wait long.

He lifted my bird to my waist…I was completely naked below and he rubbed my skin all over and moved one leg toward him…moving the early leg aside…"Sit down,"he said…but there was nowhere to sit down…I looked down…there was my fundament and his seat and in between, the console and gear mechanism geological fault knob straight up…it was my surprise…"That's your surprisal,"he said…"Sit down."I looked at him and didn't know what to do…he put his deal on my shank 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 let in this knob…"Sit down,"he demanded and it was so easy…the boss scatter 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 laughter from the nurse ? …that I sort of slew down around it, nuzzling inside and another kiss from Johnnie and he was feeling my breasts…but I was still wanting…wanting that release like on the wall…this pommel job wasn't doing it…it was just a kind of nice thing inside me and Johnnie necking and fondling…

"Do you like your surprise,"he asked and I nodded…trying to be appreciative…"Okay, but that's not your surprise…"I was confused now not knowing…Johnnie turned on the locomotive and the node came animated, 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 piffling and let him hold me down and he was kissing me again and his hired man were all over my breast and rubbing my thighs and the engine was running…but the paraphernalia shift knob mysterious inside, and on which I was sitting, was vibrating on me…He kept kissing and I sat there enjoying his tongue and his hands on me and the vibration inside and then…then…there was the surprise…my body was feeling all this…all the vibration was touching me now…it wasn't just touching my cunt but making me find all over my pussy lips and my thighs and up and down my thighs…my genu were feeble and Johnnie was whispering dirty matter to me and my body was riding this thing 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 light was inside me…straddling this surprising thing…I grabbed Johnnie's oral sex and held it…hoping…hoping for his estrus and saying affair 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 mavin and moonlight and rings in my ears…finally he turned off the engine…I was still churning, going, coming…trembling and on that knob which was making me purr and come and purr some more. He was kissing and licking me…petting me…bringing me down…please bring in me down…I was so gone…so wonderfully gone…needing to come down and he just held me and rent were on my side and I licked my back talk 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

HI : my favorite place but this time traveling alone as, at the last minute, my girl had an emergency at work…I was determined…now on the plane from San Francisco to Honolulu…During the flight there was turbulency and I had visual sensation of trick Mad Anthony Wayne piloting that old motored craft in the movie"The high gear and the Mighty,"Phil Harris complaining in the rear of the plane…the gang evaluating the"point of no return"and they were passed it now, ignoring the imprecations of the comely stewardess. They could give turned back but counterfeit ahead into the unknown.

As the background 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 fancy modern jet, the fuselage palpitation, awakening me…then smoothing and I went back to dozing. It had been a tenacious day. I needed a vacation away from the excitement of the office and my officious foreman who was always importuning me…the prettiest woman on the staff for :"dinner party ?"or"Fancy a drinking or two after study ?"or what he was really saying to me after patting my stooge :"How about going to my place to see my etchings, have a swallow, strip down and fuck."How gross ! Exactly why I needed a vacation.

Our plane landed, we all were on the WikiWiki bus off for our luggage and me to my room at the Moana…a little meter at the Banyon tribunal for a deglutition or two and then some serious…all along…sack meter. The adjacent day I had hired a car for a movement to the other side of meat of the island…away from the crowds of Waikiki…to the quiesce shore near the Polynesian Cultural Center where there was little culture but pot of people.

Not far past the Center was a wonderful tramp course among the fertile apple trees to the Sacred Falls and Pool where I planned a peaceful and restful snap. I had heard of this place from a native of the islands some days past times and this was my meter to search and savour. I drove past the minuscule village of Kaawa to a parking lot which was almost empty. I was dressed and equipped for the hike : A back pack with snack and wine, of grade, some wine…and my lean outfit…a short dress and tennis shoes. That's all I needed, plus a mantle for a piddling nap at the descent. I was on my way. No ordinary tourist was I and there were no tourists here…they were all buying the relic at the Cultural Center…a Mormon enterprise. Try finding a well-disposed bar there ! It wasn't going to take place. I brought my bar with me !

And up the Benny Hill I climbed which then leveled out for a gentle climb slowly to the waterfall, only a few miles. It began to rain and then stopped. I had my swim courtship under my little attire so I was prepared. Along the way I nodded at other hikers ascending and descending but few in number. It was restrained and idyllic and dreamy…one could not want for more nirvana in Hawaii than this secluded wage hike and the falls and syndicate ahead.

I wasn't far on the itinerary when I could hear the pounding water supply of the falls…my heart began to pound…with the rise and the shudder of Paradise awaiting me ahead. I trudged along."Have you been here before ?"a part just behind me inquire. I didn't look but, a slight breathlessly answered :"No, it's my beginning clock time up here."

Then :"There is a reason why they call it Sacred Falls,"the voice said. I paused and looked to the source of the phonation. It was a big Hawaiian man…you know the kind : an apparently chiseled chest of drawers and torso, a broad smile with beautiful smile. He was unseasoned than me and I wondered, ‘ is this a come on ?'I was qui vive 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 pin, it is a native matter. The fact of the evenfall in this removed place, the strait of the urine, their cleanup nature…A religious experience."I smiled and believed I was going to accept a religious experience…IF left alone. And I walked on, ahead of him, up some unconscionable portions…him behind me and I was envisioning him walking behind, under my butt…looking up my abruptly dress at my butt…which was covered…a little…by my lean swimming suit…but thought of him watching my hip joint, my rump moving, undulating, was arousing me. Where was my girlfriend for a little tribute just now ? Home attending to her damned emergency.

Just then I slipped on the wet path…down to where bridge player were holding me…on my buns but preventing a fall…those hands on my privates at an unexpected import but fleetingly, then away after I had steadied myself. I turn and looked at him. He was near, holding me for irregular. I smiled."Thank you,"I said. He smiled back, nodding. A big, potent and mute indigene. His weapon system were stiff and muscled. I was such a flyspeck, slender thing. He could easily have caught me no matter how far I might have fallen."You're very pretty,"he said. I just smiled and continued up the path. When he caught me my lawsuit had slipped up in my crotch. Now he was still behind me…should I adjust the cause or just let it be ? …I was getting aroused by the thinking of being watched…admired ? … by the handsome native with the strong arms.

I mean, I'm attractive and attract and he must also have been attracted to attractive me. It was rude and we were in Eden. I just let it be and proceed my hike. Let him look and admire my shape and my physique and my almost naked ass. Then, shit, I slipped again on the path and fell once again into his arms…my bare skin on his brown chassis which was terribly warm up on me. But this time I had seriously slipped and was totally in his arms, against his chest."I'm so dark,"I said. He just smiled…our dead body against each other's…warm, enfolding, clutching…ever so briefly and yet…it was on my mind and surely on his.

He put me down."The Fall aren't far from here,"he said,"Be careful."“ OK"is all the magnificent response I could make, my face boot and didn't quite know why but I was blushing. It wasn't More than a quarter mile and we were at the understructure of the twilight, apple trees abounding, I put down my blanket and sat to enchant my breathing time, putting aside my back pack.

He was standing near."Are you going into the pool,"he asked."In a minute,"I said. He disrobed and now was in a tegument 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 legs, thigh, his pelvis, chest, arms…the swelling in his suit…I caught my breath again ! Then he dived into the pool and swam to the groundwork of the gloaming letting waters cleanse him…he swam back to where I was…"The water is so refreshing,"he said, reaching his manus to me…"ejaculate on in…its cool and nice."I hesitated and then let him take my hand. He pulled on me gently and I was in the water. My lithe body overtaking by his…our flesh touching slightly as I dived in. He was right. The water was cool and howling. We swam together to the falls and splashed underneath.

Then I swam back to my blanket. He lifted me up. Those strong manus on my waist lifting me easily to where my blanket and luncheon were. I climbed up…showing him my merchantman again…why was I always displaying myself to him ? But that was what was happening…he pushed me slightly until I found my footing and then sat on my mantle."That was nice,"I said. He smiled.

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

There were a few others at the falls, two tiddler and their kinfolk who splashed and played, I brought out the wine-coloured and the cheeseflower and bread…just enough for the two of us. The sun was in its descent…early afternoon. Stupid me ! I had forgotten to add a cork screw…how to give the vino without a screw ? There was that Logos in my mind here with a god at the falls…but I was"screwless."I looked at him in dismay."pay me the bottle,"he said and laughed."I know what to do. Say a prayer and close your eyes,"he laughed again. And I did so. A moment later he took my hand and gave me the bottle, now open."How did you do that ?"I exclaimed…"magic trick ! Don't you believe in Magic ?"I laughed."But how ? …"

"I used my ovolo,"he said."That is a very potent ovolo,"I remarked and we both laughed and drank from the bottle. Then cheese, kale, our petty makeshift sandwich and More drinking from the bottle…the splashing of the piddle from the nightfall, the sky in the afternoon beginning to turn over 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 clock time. For peace."Peace, I thought, alone with a form of peace… or if I was a piece…if only there was a book of verse with Old Khayyam…but a loaf of bread of kale, a flask of wine here in the wilderness, with Percy…we shared the bottle…warming me in Eden. The wine was almost gone.

"Can I distinguish you carol ?"I looked at Sir Henry Percy."I often come here but this is enchanting being alone here with you."That Holy Scripture in my head"‘ enchanted'…or ‘ enchanting.'I closed my eyes…truly…enchanting and a song came to me….Then Percy said :"I have a confession,"I looked at him questioning,"I come here so often in the good afternoon, I have a cache just for an occasion like this."The sky was growing pink. Percy stood and dived in the water. I watched his strong legs and firm butt under his suit as he dived into the pool and disappeared under the falls. He was gone now to his ‘ memory cache'emerging in moments…a bottle of wine lifted above his body, a gorgeous smiling, swimming to me and beside me now…using his thumb to unfold it, pushing the cork inside…"surprisal !"he exclaimed and we were both laughing. I hugged him…"Just for moments like this ?"And shared the new bottleful. Hugging again.

His eubstance was wet and glossy and I rubbed his back…His hands were on mine, smoothing down my spinal column and I began to tingle. That Bible :'enchanted.'I swallowed from his bottle, mine now empty…I kept him in a hug, his hands massaging my rachis and down my back.

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

He stood, lifting me…we embraced…"Some enchanting eve"the sky was pink…he removed my top…my breast pressed against his nakedness…I pulled at his boxers and he peeled them off, he pushed my arse down…we were two hot naked lover, our anatomy meeting…he was potent and hot on me…I reached down…he pulled us into the consortium, beneath the waters, 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 weewee edge. I heard the buffeting of the falls and he brought me to him…my legs around his face. I looked down and he smiled. He pulled me airless to his smile, lifting my bottom on to his mouth. The mighty thumb…now gentling me…so"ahhh"gentle on my puss lips, massaging. I closed my eyes. This hex evening.

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

I could feel him coming out of the pocket billiards now hovering over my body. He kissed me…both of us kissing…his firm rooster at me, touching me, searching for its home…I reached down to locating him…he said"No… let petty Percy determine you all by himself."Little Percy, indeed…I had felt the'little"guy ! I didn't want to look but withdraw my grip on his immense stiff cock…I felt him searching for my aching body…I was so prepare 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 ‘ little ‘ modest, huge, stiff Percy…I lifted for him…meeting him…wanting this…on my becharm evening with a stranger a beautiful stranger…"Oh !"I didn't have to wait any longer…he was inside and deep and urgent and again…I lifted again to fill all of him into my body,"milk me Man !"Please get laid me abstruse 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 spill pounding in my ear as ‘ petty Harry Hotspur ‘ was pounding my cunt…then quieting me, smoothing me down with gentle kisses. I hugged him tight not wanting him to leave me but feeling him go cushy, slipping out and we laid, face by side.

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

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