Being More confidant story by former madam who enjoyed orgasms in dissimilar clip and unsuspected places.

rear View Mirror, Part I by phyllisroger

I used to walk home from my after-school job…a brace geographical mile or more…and in those days…of having my number one job…I was enjoying my sexuality…my bosom were ample and boys made me pay attention to myself with their flavour and stares before I knew all about'things.'But by this time, I was a little former and liked to present myself off to boy and my teachers…it made me feel important besides just being a proficient girl with just gradation.

It was still a very private affair : show and show off but…well, it was then I began to go to school without panties and it made me feel brave though it was from some of the early girls that I first heard about not wearing them. Little did the boy know when they admired me, there was only the fabric of my schooling dress separating their looking from something truly special that would have opened their eyes encompassing and take a crap them cream their lip. Just walking around that way aroused me young body.

But after body of work, in my sexy pantyless land, I would walk home and think of shoal and my job and, in particular, the older boy who also worked there. He had a modest car and one day drove up alongside as I was walking home base and asked to present me a ride…I said"Sure !"and popped in the front seat…But I almost sat on his dog and jumped out the door…he said :"Get in back,"and moved the posterior for me as I jumped back in and sat in the little jump butt with my stage partly up and my dress draped eminent around them. I was scared he might feature"had a look"but he didn't say anything and off we drove.

In a arcminute his dog jumped back on me and I pushed it away."That's okay…he likes people and won't bite. Just pet him behind the ears,"he said and I did. Doggie licked my boldness as I rubbed his ears and he throw together his legs around, pushing my dress down and exposing my ramification. I pushed it back up but the doggie was enjoying his ears being rubbed, was very excited and his paws fumbled all over me, messing my garb and even stepping on my private parts !

I looked in my champion's rear persuasion mirror and he was watching me diddle 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 way in the seat and he was finally sitting between my ramification and panting…his doggie tongue going back and forth, slobbering on my dress so I pushed him down and away. unseasonable thing to do !

I pushed him down between my legs and he licked my leg on one side and then the former and I was still rubbing his ears as I was told. I looked in the parent persuasion mirror. My supporter's centre 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 commit me secrecy but he didn't. He said :"Go ahead !"I didn't know what he meant but the doggie was still licking up my stage and it felt in effect. I wanted more doggy punch and he was wax of licks : the incline of this leg, then that, and my friend staring. It was suddenly very tranquillise in the little car or was it that my ears were ringing ? I felt hot there in the back seat with pooch, a licking knife and those eyes in the buns view mirror…watching.

He moved the mirror to a slant and I could see myself now and my common soldier and then the pooch at body of work and it was all very erotic to me just then. I laid my drumhead back to catch my breath. Wrong affair to do again ! Because then the pooch licked right on my pussy. This one big lap of his tongue was startling and then another lick…my consistency jolted."Let him figure out you…no one will know,"my friend said as he kept looking at my desolation.

The car seemed to be moving very slowly and I petted the dog's ears some more and reached down to spread my cunt lips for him…it was naughty…but I was aroused and wanted to a greater extent licking and he was doing just that. When I watched my admirer's eyes and his smiling it made me even hotter like I was not only cuming for the bow-wow but also with him at the Lapplander time and I opened my legs wider to show him everything I had. I was slender, with ample breasts and my cunt was getting ginger hairs and I felt majestic and hot showing myself to him as the dog kept at me. It was all self-generated and dirty and my capitulum were full.

Then I felt a chill at my waistline and my legs got trembling as the dog licked me all over and between my lips and on my button, which made me rock. doggie churned me and licked and licked. My head was laid back, my eye were closed and I peeked to see my champion gripping the steering wheel. He was breathing deeply too at the fit. I was short of intimation and gasping for air as the dog had his way with me. I was spending on his tongue…he was getting mad with my appreciation. I hoped we'd never get home !"Ohhh ! Ohh ! Mmmm"I was murmuring as the heat at my waist traveled along my soundbox, my nipples hard. Then the pooch slowed and finished and I was still dripping on the little seat and pushed him away. I couldn't take any more. That dog had made me cum punishing on that naughty tongue and all in complain sight. I was still breathing hard as the car stopped. I was home. I straightened my dress.

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

Rear purview Mirror, voice II

I got out of his car, petted the beautiful dog on his head and ears, very soft cuddly ear, and he licked my helping hand ;"dog slobber"on my hand,"Yuk !"but when I walked into my house my crotch was still wet and dripping with his other"drivel"which made me quiver and trot preceding Mum to my room and get the nearest tissues to scavenge up. I sat on the bed, cleaning and touching and laid back ; my stage bare and cool and played with myself, still wetting up and came again quickly."love, come down and avail with me with the white potato vine !"It was Mum and she broke the spell, putting on my step-in so I wouldn't drip, cleaning again and down to help with dinner."Your face is red,"Mum said,"did you run home 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 ride I mean.

But then there was school day, which went very slow, and off to work but the boy wasn't there so body of work was a existent pain and it wasn't until several days later that he was back at employment."I had to get my car repaired,"he said, smiling at me."I'll see you after work."My sum skipped a beat and the clock moved ho-hum. It was pay day and I got my package :"Mum won't be back for a couple More hours,"I said as I got in the car."Sit in back,"he said, Let's go down to the beach then and I'll still get you home on time."And off we went, me in the back behind again, he was already checking me out in his rear panorama mirror and if some female child take awhile to get in the humor 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 hair, the smell of the ocean and my head was resting, my capitulum pounding when he stopped the car and I sat up, alert. We weren't at the beach yet and,"My friend needed a drive, too, and here he is."In the climate and now out of the temper just as quick as that his supporter got in the front line and we all said"Hi"and off we went. Now I pushed the dog away from me and held his catch making him sit beside and away from me ; he was just as confused as was I at these ontogeny. Talk about"three's a crowd"well we had a crowd and a dog and a serious turn off but I didn't say anything and we were at the beach, parked on a low drop-off but where I could discover the Wave and the mewlling fall guy with their piercing cries.

"I brought some snacks and things,"my work friend 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 ears at that remark but what was I to do. I was in the binding seat of a two doorway car. I had nowhere to go and had all kinds of expectation but now, none at all.

We all shared some dainty and a beverage and the dog was squirming and trying to get out of my traveling bag."He's anxious,"he said,"just let him loose and see what he does. We all want to watch him."So there I was, my body ready, my mind not so lots and he was licking my calfskin and my articulatio genus 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 sec boy even if HE was fix for a show but the dog was sure ready and horny and this time he was humping my leg, licking my face, then trying to pry me and I was being watched by four optic in the front seat and I was breathing hard now, cheeks red, pinna ringing, gulls crying and my organic structure crying for that dog no topic where I was and suddenly I didn't aid who was watching.

It was a hot scene. Then it wasn't just the dog cock that was out but two more corpse turncock were out and everyone was petting everyone it seemed…the new boy climbed in the support seat and kissed me, putting my hand on him. His cock was slippery ; I was slippery and he pulled up my dress, I was past it now and didn't care, I surprised myself and was stroking cock, opening my cunt for the dog with my other manus, and dog was at me with his stupe, marvellous, wet, retentive tongue all over me there and everything was dreamy in my chief and body, my legs were tingly and alive, like the boy's stiff prick,"Don't stop,"he said,"Ohh, just like that, don't, don't stop,"and he lifted his buttocks and buck 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 mitt and slumped in the seat, so it was my turn now to blab to my dog and his knife was up me and out and around and inside again, I opened my centre and there was our device driver wanking himself and spending on the steering wheel, the dog was licking my nectar and humping his dick toward me as I kept pushing him off…but I scooted down for more lingua and there were hands on my peg, then a deal on the dog's cock guiding it to me, hitting at my puss lips, wetting me more but he was one frantic canine at this point poking at a very frenzied miss's body. I said"No !"and then"No !"again but things were out of control.

The dog was hurting my bottom when he missed and missed again, that penetrative pointy thing missing the fall guy, stabbing away."Scoot down more ; arise up a little ; don't tease an animal."“ No ! Don't,"I said but lifted up more, scooting down. My pinna were total and I scooted down ; this time he didn't miss and I felt this smoothen cock pang again but pang sliding inside and I had set the dog on fire, pounding me inside, again and again. I was on fire, my snatch hot and set up, lifting and writhing on this stab thing ; we were joined and"No, don't"had become"No, don't stop."The rear perspective mirror showed my startled oculus like they were in a trance, I knew my whole body was strain, waiting for another poking and another and I was hearing lyric like the boy ‘ s :"Don't stop. Please don't, don't stop. Just there just there, Ohh, ohh."intelligence wouldn't come ; licking my lip, trying to breath, tasting the Strategic Arms Limitation Talks 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 tidy up and smoothen my apparel, hoping Mum hadn't come plate early. I needed a bathtub ; I was still in a sweat, needed to clean up and cool down. She wouldn't believe I had run home a second time that week and I didn't want to explain, obviously."It was just a one prison term thing."I said."I'm not that kind of girl."And thinking, wondering, about the adjacent ride 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 boat and had a new shorter garb in mind and it would be well-off to lift up for thing.



Not just my toes got tending !

I loved to get set up for Saturday night and as a young girl showing off my"merchandise"at the topical anesthetic dancing which meant for me a lot of primping with my haircloth, my fingernails nicely painted with my toes to match and I spent about of the day getting ready for the night : laying out my clothes, what I would wear ( and not wear ! I was a aphrodisiac matter and didn't wear a dispatch outfit if you get my hint ). My subroutine : a thorough bath and after that, my body all radiant, a pedicure.

Mum and sisters were out for their own Saturday bit and I was alone in the house to spoil and primp 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 dance, slews of kissing and cuddling and thinking about Saturday night got me going in room even during the day.

Our house was quiet with everyone else gone and after my bath I was toweled and squatting on a low throne 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 tender water, knees up and sitting on the stool, my little pooch nearby, tongue out as common, walking to my pan of water supply, sniffing around, looking up as I patted his head and began to trim my toenails, pooch licking my fingerbreadth and sniffing my toes when I took a foot from the strong water, I patted his caput and stroked his easy ears.

So film 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 genitals, radiant from the bathing tub, and there for the reality to see but I was alone and private, pretty much alone, legs apart to better get hold of my metrical unit, my toes closed together, the backtalk of my pussy closed but my privates open so I could get at my feet, doggie fix for head-patting, paw licking, me thought process of my date at the terpsichore that night, totally clean from my bath, but thinking of what appointment and I would be doing and feeling in obscure corners of the dance vestibule and afterward when he would wreak with me and I would"terpsichore"my body on his handwriting, how his finger would surely get me hot and stool me cum as he fingered my kooz, that he would whisper in my ear and kiss my oral cavity and tell me how pretty I am and how he loved my naked slit ; that he was glad I wasn't"fully"dressed for our fun.

And doggie sensing something in me, scenting something, as I was dreaming of the dance and all and gave no thought to his soft doggie head, his licking doggie clapper on my hand and then my toes but then he went between my genu and his cold nose brought me back to the kitchen and my pedicure. I pushed him away :"Naughty boy. Your nose is frigid !"and he looked up at me peculiar, seeming to smile and licking his mouth.

Then I was back to my fundament and the frigidity nose again that shocked me but doggie had my olfactory property and wanted More, his pry slipping all along my kooz from bottom up to top and I gasped when he slid up to the top and that cold nose on my derriere sent a charge like it was my particular date was at me, but now it was during the day, an early excitement before the dance that Night and I pushed his nose away.

There wasn't anything wrong about an devoid dog or me and my pedicure but that cold nose was unexpected and shocking and brought cerebration of Sat Nox to the here and now and I wasn't ready yet I thought. It was this unusual thing in my psyche and I was alone, it was quiet, my Mum and baby wouldn't be back anytime soon ; bow-wow looked hurt when I pushed him off, his centre looked sad and would I let him"nose me"again ?

I wasn't easygoing. I was a good girl but his insensate nose was exciting my common soldier and it was our very private affair ; who would get it on ; the kitchen was quiet except my ears were ringing ; then doggie's wet cold olfactory organ was back on my slit spreading my lips apart with another shocking lantern slide. My legs opened more as legs will and that cold nose from bottom to top, sliding up my wet slit, hitting my button, sending a shock and I put my deal on his foreland, this sentence petting his nose, his thrilling nose and then that clapper, up the walls of my puss again,"Good doggie,"this meter, getting me wet, his tongue had my taste and he was at it.

It was too latterly for me to give up ; I wanted this now ; I was past mentation, it was too naughty, too good and exciting and forbidden all together, tongue and fanny now in controller. I was dancing in my judgement feeling good affair. My towel slipped off and I was smoothing my knees and down my legs, spreading my sass for my excited doggie and his queasy clapper, making me pass, licking up my spend and I was petting his pinna, lifting his mouth on me. His knife was dipping inside my pussy for to a greater extent and I was hot at my center ; my body was throbbing now as his low temperature olfactory organ and hot tongue were bringing me off like no date had ever done at any dance or in any dark street corner, my toes curling up, and here in the eye of my quieten kitchen I could hear my date whispering as I came and came, this time not on his finger, as he was holding my cheek. This sentence coming on a Lester Willis Young doggie's natural language and I was holding doggie ‘ s face, hoping he wouldn't stop, not now in the middle of my pedicure. I was feeling very naughty and very hot being licked until he was finished with me and walked away to his pee bowl, both of us panting. I looked down at my feet, easing them down in the H2O and finally cooling down from my thrilling pedicure. Saturday night had come early. I knew I was shamed of this but had the rightfield to rest tacit even with the ringing still loud in my ears and making me smile, licking my lips.

A Vow Broken…or Was it ?

It wouldn't take place these years but when my boyfriend and I started dating there were unlike ruler : safety were intemperately to find, virginity was of import, casual sex was for ‘ other'masses, etc., etc. So it is no surprise that when Brett and I started getting life-threatening we made hallowed promise to each early including :"no sex before marriage"though we loved each other. And, you know, being good kids we stuck to it. I mean, after we began dating he kissed me on our third date ( another old formula ) and then we graduated to other tings, like tits…fifth date…and I had to be persuaded at that…the rest 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 little resistance act at beginning, to tease him…it felt so respectable to stimulate his hired man on me there, his finger's breadth getting slippery from me…and then I was unzipping him…heavy necking during and after a display at the drive-in…It was the first upright cock I had seen, or stroked or kissed…I learned all about cocks and how to crush, kiss, caress, clear it wet…then he got me to lick him. He showed me all about my organic structure 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 dire for what the real thing would be like but we had agreed to wait. We had taken the Vow !

One night we were at a political party at a Quaker's home and we girls got to talking…the boys on another side of the room…I told them about my vow with Brett and it got discussed and some of the girls tittered at that and said we'd really already had sex…just not penetration. Of row, his buckram cock had penetrated my backtalk and his digit had penetrated my wet cunt and …I loved it when we did that…but no cock penetrating cunt…and we were proud of that but there it was…the penetration word…we were abstaining from that one, penult, thing…indulging in the rest. 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 William Tell Brett of my frustrations but I took fear of them in another way. My body…my cunt…still ached for Brett but we had our vow…damn !

A few weeks after the party, Bret and I went on a double escort and drove to the beach. We had a couplet six packs…we weren't thoroughgoing prudes…and sat on the grit on mantle my lady friend brought and we were soon drinking, laughing, kissing, feeling and all…Brett was under my dress, inside my panties as usual, his fingers setting me on fire and my girlfriend getting played with by her boyfriend near me and she was also breathing hard. I looked over at her and she at me…we smiled."Isn't the beach slap-up ?"With all the kissing, breathing and fingering I didn't notice when my lady friend and her date got up and stood over us…just shadows… My lady friend said :"We're going to sustain an intercession for you two lovebirds,"and then her beau announced :"Right here…right now !"I didn't know what to think or say…

My ramification shot together ; I pushed my dress down, Brett stopped what he was doing. I felt threatened."No…"I said,"We're not having an intervention."Her young man 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 representative :"Yeh…you guys…this vow clobber is shit !"

It was two early guys who were at the party a few week before…I was shocked and a little fright. What would bump ? They had planned all this. Did Brett know, too ? My intellect was a mess…my body hot…but my mind a mess.

"We're taking charge here, you two half-wit. Brett's girl is one hot wench and I've wanted to fuck her myself,"the phonation in the dark said. I tried to see his side but everything was shadows. And the waves were pounding…the sand in my toes. There was moonlight and cloud and the throbbing of the waves and my pass was throbbing."There's a time for fucking,"he said…"that clock time is now !"

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

I was looking for assistance but Brett was silent. What an arse ! I think he liked the wholly scene…I thought he might even make planned it…"This wasn't my thought, dependable,"he said. He was still a defendant ! And now there were hands, lots of hands, holding my wrists above my head and grabbing my ramification at the mortise joint, holding them apart, my attire at my waist, my privates only protected by my wet panties…I was prone and twisted away…they pulled me back."avail !"I said. The waves pounded against the sound of my spokesperson."You can't do this ! stoppage !"

Brett was outnumbered and helpless at this compass point. I didn't know what to do…screaming was a waste on that quarantined beach. The Wave were loud in my ears…the sky overcast…I couldn't see any stars. No moon and I was being held by strong guys…my girlfriend was no help…she whispered to me :"No one's going to hurt you,"she said with a soft, reassuring tone. Her work force 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 unsound I would get fucked…how bad could it be ? But I wasn't going to be easy and tried to wrestle away."God ! What a soundbox,"one guy said.

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

I was in the firm grip of guy cable who were filled with lust…lust for my body…I was pulsing and frightened at it all but, yes, I was also fully of lustfulness on the blanket, at the beach, with the strait of nature…my dead 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 thing,"said yet another and I felt a oral cavity on my trivial virgin cunt…I flexed…a hot clapper licking up one side and then up the other…a cold nose moving on my clit…which stiffened to the tongue and I squirmed again but this fourth dimension, spontaneously, it felt so good…I fought the feeling…didn't want my body to respond but it did. I dug my bottom into the blanket but two hands lifted my butt cheeks…thumbs spreading me. This had to stop. The air was cool, moving ridge were licking the shoreline…the drubbing of my cunt was continuing. I tried to move to one side, then the other, my ramification being held, and squeezed my pussy but the licking…Oh God…that tongue ! Hands lifting me up…the licking keep. I couldn't help it and then another lick. I had to let myself go now. My body had taken charge.

"She's a arduous one, but wet and tasty,"the voice said, between licks…and oh that damned nose lifting my clit…I couldn't help it. I just couldn't. It was feeling safe and I didn't want anyone to know. I was thrashing my chief from side to side…"No…don't"I said but now I was just mumbling. His hand was on my belly, pulling my skin back…lifting my clit…a nose, a thumb…it was too, too undecomposed. I couldn't help myself and lifted for to a greater extent of his wonderful tongue.

His tongue was slipping in me and along my cunt paries as I twisted from side to side…I opened my eyes and saw Brett in the shadows…he just stood there, watching me…the Bastard ! But what could he do ? I hated him at that moment…he could at least ‘ TRY'to do something…we could run to the…"uh, unh, uh"my body said to me and I tried not to hear it. It came again, with the wafture,"Uh, UH, UH, OH"I spasmed. The beach was loud and active with water rushing in, rushing out ; my feelings were rushing the same…my cheek hot, blushing. I hoped they couldn't see me. He pushed on my breadbasket, licking harder…in an awful, beautiful rhythm…he was a bastard…all of them…Brett and all of them.

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

I tried once more to squirm away and I slipped from his grasp on my cunt lips but only briefly as he encircled my legs 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 slow down, wanting this violation…and lifted now, arching loose for his knife and my other captor sensing my lust, released my wrist. My girl whispered Word of God coming to me again :"No one's going to suffer you."To be fair it didn't hurt so far…NO ! it didn't hurt at all. I was starting to pine for more.

My hands went to the forefront of this licking illegitimate child at my waist and I rode that face…writhing on his mouth as waves were pulsing inside me now. Suddenly he stopped."She's ready guy wire !"he said…"My tongue's tired ! Jesus !"I started to slack a piddling, my wet slit open to the night but my mortise joint were still held…my mitt covered my genitalia and for the maiden time I realized how wet I was…I had never been that wet…I was embarrassed and looked into the dark vestige of these hombre and my girlfriend…but I hadn't cum yet…it had felt good but my body needed finishing…my 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 aplomb air was on my twat lips..inside I was bursting and hot.

"Come on Brett. We've got her ready…now goal her !"Oh no, I thought : OUR VOWS ! I looked up. Brett just stood there…looking at me, the scene, the guys and my girlfriend…I could see her smiling in the shadows. Brett and I had our vows, after all…it was sacred to me and to him…they couldn't be broken…or could they ?

"Come on Brett…it's either you or we'll carry a play at her…she's ready…so let's go."Brett looked at me, at my eyes, I looked back…my pegleg being held and spread open…my pussy hot and dripping, my genial nation confused and hot…and I do mean HOT ! We loved each other ; we were going to conjoin some day…why were we putting it off ? I was confused, doubting, questioning my future married man and his resolve…I laid my head back, closed my eyes…It was true : I was hot, and ready and aching…

"shuffle up your idea, guy,"it was the voice holding one of my stage. I looked up, Brett looked at me, lying there, about to be ravished by others…or Him…what to do. I shook my head :"No !"I said, but just mumbling. I could see he was weakening. He was so handsome, a collapsible shelter in his short circuit, 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 sentence and here we were…them or him…I just closed my optic 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 listen a zipper…zippers ? …and then felt mortal getting between my legs…I stared up at the wickedness sky…my hands over my private, hands taking my wrists away from my hot body, exposing me again, pushing them back over my head. I felt movement between my peg and a unfaltering prick poking at me, I looked up at Brett, standing there, looking down….then soul held my wrist, firmly, I was give and ready…more poking at my cunt then spreading my kitty lips…the shadowy pattern knelt close…"It's him or me,"said the guy between my legs…"One conclusion chance…make your choice, Brett…it's you or me…you're ready and so am I."I looked at him and then at Brett…"Brett,"I grunted…"Please help me."I didn't know if he heard me with all the waves pounding…my head throb.

The wafture were flashy. 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 peter Begin teasing my cunt lips but then it moved away ... my hands still held away from my privates…I felt vertiginous, disconcert. 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 prick was pressing at me, teasing again, massaging my heave lips. I kept my eyes shut, listening to the moving ridge, the prick was playing at me, over and over, and I was hungry for it and flexed…I wanted to find what a real 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 then I wanted hot material body, without my mitt guiding it…a cock fucking me, taking control. It was what I had dreamed of on so many nights after sound cuddling with Brett. I couldn't enjoin him about it…now it had all come to me there in the dark on the mantle at the beach. I wanted the literal matter fucking me. I listened to the pounding Wave and wanting my own pounding…that motherfucker was entering me now and I lifted to fulfil it.

I was a captive to my body, nous and captors…whoever it was inside me was taking it slow…milking. But wait ! This wasn't my familiar ‘ ladies'size, for personal use, my dildo toy…this was hot…and big…BIG…it was stretching me like never before…it would fit, wouldn't it ? My personal dildo was slender, delicate…this thing inching into me was awful…I lifted as it squeezed inside…stretching me, exploring, the cat released my carpus, sensing now my willingness…it was hurting me and I reached for it…my manpower were at my waist, smoothing my legs…feeling my hairs, my clit…this hot midst 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 time 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 turn to tease…fingers on each side of the monster…wetting our genitalia with our fluids…I stroked the sides of his tool…balls hitting me. I was churning from side to side…his breath on me. Brett was at my ear, whispering"I didn't want this. I love you darling."I could only grunt and maunder and lift for more.

Brett was whispering but was he also fucking me ? I wasn't sure. I couldn't William Tell. I didn't care about it…I was all senseless and I abandoned myself in lustfulness and was humping on this groovy tool which searched inside and up to my throat, chewing on it as if it was in my throat and I went numb. I couldn't breathe, the wave were swirling on the beach, in my psyche, washing through my puss, 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 tremendous dick softened and withdrew.

I didn't want it to leave and I squeezed to hold it but it slipped out. Then there were other shaft and more kissing and licking…I had turned on all the Guy with my passions ... I was weak and couldn't resist…I wanted more, I did…my bitch ached for more…more and more fucking on the beach, on the blanket, in the iniquity, I wanted more cock-milking of my body and individual. My vow had been canceled on the beach that night and my slit was a willing sinner…I was fucked there on the blanket until I was drained. Brett held my mitt 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, black, the tide was receding, the wave 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 dreary and my lust so intense I wasn't sure. His cock stiffened with my stroking. I measured it with my hired 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 caution. I loved Brett and loved all the fucking but I couldn't preserve doing this. We had a modified vow. It had been a one Nox affair. One thing was for certain. I would want a cock-a-hoop 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 non-white. Besides, I was off to the side also being fucked."

"By Brett ?"I asked. She just smiled. Brett was such a prick but I loved him. Someday I would rule out if it was his…the huge start cock I mean. I would remember the size of it…I couldn't wait to find out.

The Pub Wall…what a surprise, division I

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

I was a just young woman but often horny. I once told the nurse, who asked if I had any problems, that I got really wet down there. She just laughed and left me in the examination elbow room to excogitate what was so suspect about the question. So prim and proper but got wet easily and pregnant and now with a youngster.

I got a job. Wouldn't you ? A footling walk around money and something to do…people to meet, like, shall I say, Johnnie. We sold, or rather, rented TV's and computers and things…pay as you go but have them now…for people with little credit…Johnnie would walk me home sometimes and flatter me along the way…"Do you know how citizenry look at you ?"No, I didn't, but he would tell me…how my yearn auburn hairsbreadth was gorgeous…how I made men call on around and flavor at my hair's-breadth and legs and my ass…how I was"hot."And so, working twenty-four hour period would perish and the walks house were more fun than work.

One night he told me he'd buy me a drink on the way home…I arranged for 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 drink and then he would, as common, take the air me home but what a surprise was in storage for me that Night along the low bulwark outside the pub.

Oh, I knew Johnnie was just a flattering Pres Young feller who meant no harm…I was a splice adult female with a young fry. But he knew married man was gone for periods…I guess he knew about hormones and young girls…he could never guess how I got so wet at times…how I made that nurse laugh with my question…and the other girls at work saw him paying attention to me and would tell me things :"Watch out for Johnnie,"they would giggle,"walking you family is just the jump of things."I didn't know what the"things"were…he was nice to me. I would come up out about"things"and"low Pub rampart"that night.

All I could think of that day was the"after work"part…it was a Friday…a weekend ahead…and I would be paid on Friday…so finally it was that metre and Johnnie and I walked from the office to the pub…it was betimes Fall…a warm evening and the crickets were mad in their celebration…we sat at a mesa and he brought a pint of lager and a glass of white vino for me…it was things about work and the mass we worked with and the wine was tender going down…I didn't know why I was aflutter but I surely was.

Johnnie told me of his married woman and how she never had clip for him…how they argued a lot and then he began to blab out about sex and how he got no sex at home and went on about his wife and she didn't like"fucking"and that was a start word for me. Men didn't talk about"fucking"when they talked to me…but the Word of God was exciting to me…I felt myself getting wet. It was so very strange that just a man using that Holy Scripture could make me wet…my tegument was warm…my whole consistence was warm…Johnnie brought me another glass 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 vino 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 leg together…wrong affair to do just then…I was wet and squeezing my legs sent me more shivers…so I swallowed some wine and felt a trivial dizzy about it all…this man, those men at the bar, squeezing my peg, getting that thrill…my hubby gone now respective weeks…I wished he was home tonight…I'd William Tell him to"have it away 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 Fri night in our little town and I was feeling it was lovesome in the room and it was time to go and take the air dwelling house 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 sure of that. It was very hot in the pub and I waited for Johnnie to finish his pint and pay the posting. I was looking forward to Saturday cockcrow 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 decent words and the"fucking"word lingered in my mind and I was thinking of fucking just now. I went to the Lady to freshen up 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 purse. I wiped myself off but that sent More shivers…my sass were puffed up and wiping got me hot but it was time to go…I couldn't stay the dark in the bathroom !

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

There was a low paries along one side of the pub…Johnnie pushed me against it and kissed me total on the lips…his knife went inside my rima oris, exploring my mouth. My tongue pushed back…"How daring he,"I thought as he insinuated it in and around my tongue…I jerked my head back and he looked me in the oculus, smiling…his weapon system 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 power daughter saying :"…walking abode with Johnnie is just the start of things…"Johnnie's rima oris 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 quiet along the pub bulwark 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 girls were right :"…it was just the beginning of things…"I was a in force young woman but my physical structure was being bad…his hint on my face…my breathing time on his…my tongue on his…I felt dizzy…the Night was cool off but I was hot…he pulled me to him and told me how pretty I was and how he wanted to"have it away"me…there was that word again. I wasn't going to"fuck"him and told him"No."But his spit was whispering to me and his rim 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 shoulder but our waist were aligned…my buns on the bulwark his waist pressing against me. I looked to be for sure we were alone.

I heard him unzip and he was around my waist again…moving between my ramification and I felt the cloth of his trouser against them…pushing and spreading them…"Please Johnnie,"I said again but it was not a"please don't"it was too tardily 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"cunt"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 Nox disturbance, and praying we wouldn't be interrupted…I wanted him to"fuck"my"snatch"…we were both hot and wet and ready for"fucking."

I reached under my skirt…he wasn't in me yet…I took hold of his hammer which was hot and 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 shaft was not as long as hubby's but it seemed very duncish and he pressed against me and I felt the pass facing pages my lips…he almost hurt me but I loved this bit of pain…he slipped inside and my puss adjusted to this duncical magnetic pole of a cock…I wanted release. I wanted fucking…even outside on the low pub wall…he held me closely and pushed…I opened as wide as I could…"Please"I repeated as he forced his way deeply and I felt his waistline on my waist…his hairs on mine..finally I was impaled on his buddy-buddy affair 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 puss, his cock, our respiration, and then I grabbed at his neck and his waist pulling him crocked 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 domicile to an empty planetary house, clean myself up and woolgather about low pub walls…and, for Johnnie and me…it was just the"kickoff of things."Delicious sexy thing as you will see.

The Pub Wall…Part II…we got started

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

But I did go to act upon, did look Johnnie in the eyes…he smiled and it was like he was petting my cunt ! I was instantly wet and looked away…he was a naughty boy and just his expression made me hot…I envisioned him kissing me against the Pub rampart, unzipping, that very thick cock, spreading me, fucking me and making me descend and come…so I did face him in the eyes and smiled back…I know it was wrong…I was a tie woman with a diminished nipper and, also, my husband was often gone for a long time. What is a young cleaning lady to do except…well…I did things after they got started…it was all Johnnie's faulting, you know, if he hadn't befriended me, walked me dwelling, bought me a drink at the pub, put me on the wall…fucked me…Oh God ! Did he ever fuck me dependable and hard and made me tremble and hold him in a death's clasp and want him to never leave my body…my cunt was starved for his cock…"Fuck me Johnnie,"it said…and my cunt wanted it more…it was a blessing to my body…my torso craved these things…so what was I to do…a power had come into my life…its name was Johnnie…thick cock, hot, Johnnie. His married woman came to meet him after employment ! She made me cringe. How could she not adore and want this man…he said she didn't and I believed him…I imagined her at our Pub and that no man at the bar would even look at her she was so plain…they looked at me though.

I went home by myself that night and looked at myself in the bathroom mirror…my pilus and my oral fissure that he had devoured…took off my work clothes and stood in figurehead of the mirror…for the first 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 rampart with married man or shuddered and grabbed and released like with Johnnie…I wanted that again…looking in the mirror at myself…my gingerroot bush and my ginger hair and feeling how wet I was at just the thought of his cock in me…I was a dear girlfriend but never as good or clean as when I was coming on Johnnie's chummy shaft when it was fucking me…I went to log Z's 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 go

And so it was…more secret smiles…I thought it might come about sooner and dressed for the effect. I wore a shortly skirt and a pretty blouse that showed me a little more than usual and I walked down the street after work, alone…just as Johnnie told me…so there wouldn't be More rustle or giggles…he was around the corner in his minuscule car…I jumped in and off we went…we had bucket seats so I couldn't wring 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 ass and it was growing dark but there was a moon this night and I began to see its mirror image on the road and the trees…soon he stopped the car…we were at the edge of the sea…I could hear the waves against the shore and the moonlight shimmering in the waves…he reached and held my hand…it was so calm down and peaceful…Johnnie and I were in a exceptional place this night after work…and he kissed me…just form of a peck on my nerve and then on my lips and then that stupid lingua 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 girls said :"walking me home was just the starting time"and so it was that night at the sea…waves, moonlight, tongues and then…

"relocation over here,"he said. He pulled me…my trunk 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 daughter, a very bad and naughty little girl, this night…I dressed that morning time without knickers…had felt hot and wet all day at work…hoping no one would notice…there was a man who sat contrary my desk who was always giving me the eye…and ducking under his desk to look at my legs…he was a strange associate 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 look at my fanny…I was naughty but you should have seen the look on his face ! I loved it…letting him look at my cunt…just the thought had made me hot and wet…and here I was with Johnnie Hot…my pet name for in effect old Johnnie…

Johnnie Hot and what was his next trick…it wasn't long for me to observe out…he pulled me over to him and the guidance 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 judgement I saw his bridge player on my legs and felt them, too, moving along my thighs…"You're so incredible,"he said,"and your leg are smooth."He ran along my thigh, back and forth, and to the heart of me…petting my cunt…"Your twat is flaccid and wet,"he said…it all mad me…I knew his fingers were wet with me…I wanted his putz 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 putz and he lifted to my touch…I was turning him on and he said dirty things to me…"You're a hot adult female. You're so naughty and dirty…and I've got a surprise for you tonight…"There was no pub wall or crickets or other things…and I waited for his surprise…I felt naughty and dirty and sexy and hot and somewhat and wanted to fuck my surprise. I didn't wait long.

He lifted my skirt to my waist…I was completely naked below and he rubbed my skin all over and moved one leg toward him…moving the other leg aside…"Sit down,"he said…but there was nowhere to sit down…I looked down…there was my seat and his tail end and in between, the console and cogwheel sack 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 appurtenance shift…Now I knew what was my surprise…but the pommel 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-skulled cock…I slid gradually down, down on the knob…It eased up into me and I was finally on the console and the node completely inside…after Johnnie on the low pub rampart it wasn't so hard to do and I was so very wet…remember the laughter from the nurse ? …that I sort of slid down around it, nuzzling interior and another kiss from Johnnie and he was feeling my breasts…but I was still wanting…wanting that release like on the wall…this node job wasn't doing it…it was just a kind of squeamish thing inside me and Johnnie kissing 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 engine and the knob came alive, inside me, moving about, vibrating and scaring me…I tried to lift off but Johnnie held me down…his bridge player firm on my shoulders…I relaxed a little and let him hold me down and he was kissing me again and his work force were all over my breasts and rubbing my second joint and the engine was running…but the gear work shift knob deep inside, and on which I was sitting, was vibrating on me…He kept kissing and I sat there enjoying his tongue and his workforce on me and the vibrations inside and then…then…there was the surprise…my consistency was feeling all this…all the vibration was touching me now…it wasn't just touching my twat but making me feel all over my cunt lips and my thighs and up and down my thighs…my knees were debile and Johnnie was whispering dirty matter to me and my body was riding this matter inside setting me on fire and my pinna were full…I heard the waving 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 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 railway locomotive and I couldn't stand it any more but couldn't let go and saw asterisk and moonlight and rings in my ears…finally he turned off the engine…I was still churning, going, coming…trembling and on that thickening which was making me purr and come and purr some more. He was kissing and licking me…petting me…bringing me down…please bring me down…I was so gone…so wonderfully gone…needing to come down and he just held me and tears were on my face and I licked my lips and felt salty tears…the thickening 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

Hawai'i : my favorite lieu but this prison term traveling alone as, at the hold up minute of arc, my girlfriend had an emergency at work…I was determined…now on the airplane from San Francisco to Honolulu…During the flying there was turbulency and I had imaginativeness of John Wayne piloting that old motored wiliness in the movie"The high and the Mighty,"Phil Zellig Harris complaining in the bottom of the plane…the crew evaluating the"point of no return"and they were passed it now, ignoring the malediction of the sightly air hostess. They could have turned back but hammer ahead into the unknown.

As the ground work party 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 go for innovative jet, the fuselage trembling, awakening me…then smoothing and I went back to dozing. It had been a foresighted day. I needed a vacation away from the turmoil of the office and my meddling chief who was always importuning me…the prettiest woman on the staff for :"Dinner ?"or"Fancy a drink or two after study ?"or what he was really saying to me after patting my butt :"How about going to my place to see my etching, have a drink, 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 baggage and me to my room at the Moana…a little time at the Banyon Court for a drunkenness or two and then some serious…all along…sack clip. The next day I had hired a car for a drive to the former side of the island…away from the gang of Waikiki…to the quiet shores near the Polynesian Cultural center of attention where there was little culture but lots of people.

Not far past the nitty-gritty was a wonderful hiking path among the fertile orchard apple tree tree diagram to the Sacred free fall and consortium where I planned a peaceful and restful field day. I had heard of this place from a indigen of the islands some days yesteryear and this was my time to explore and revel. I drove past the little village of Kaawa to a parking lot which was almost empty. I was dressed and equipped for the wage hike : A back face pack with bite and wine, of row, some wine…and my skimpy outfit…a short attire and tennis shoes. That's all I needed, plus a blanket for a little nap at the falls. I was on my way. No ordinary tourer was I and there were no tourists here…they were all buying the souvenirs at the Cultural Center…a Mormon enterprise. Try finding a friendly bar there ! It wasn't going to happen. I brought my bar with me !

And up the Hill I climbed which then leveled out for a gentle upgrade slowly to the falls, only a few mil. It began to rain and then stopped. I had my swim causa under my little clothes so I was prepared. Along the way I nodded at other tramper ascending and descending but few in number. It was hushed and idyllic and dreamy…one could not desire for more heaven in Hawaii than this secluded raise and the falls and syndicate ahead.

I wasn't far on the path when I could listen the ram water of the falls…my pump began to pound…with the hike and the thrill of nirvana awaiting me ahead. I trudged along."Have you been here before ?"a voice just behind me ask. I didn't face but, a footling breathlessly answered :"No, it's my first time up here."

Then :"There is a reason why they call it Sacred free fall,"the voice said. I paused and looked to the reference of the part. It was a handsome Hawaiian man…you know the kind : an apparently chiseled chest and torso, a broad smiling with beautiful grin. He was younger than me and I wondered, ‘ is this a seminal fluid on ?'I was brisk because of my knob 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 public security and tranquillity at the falls, it is a native thing. The fact of the falls in this remote place, the strait of the piss, their cleaning nature…A spiritual experience."I smiled and believed I was going to experience a religious experience…IF left alone. And I walked on, ahead of him, up some exorbitant portions…him behind me and I was envisioning him walking behind, under my butt…looking up my forgetful dress at my butt…which was covered…a little…by my lean swim suit…but thinking of him watching my coxa, my buttocks moving, undulating, was arousing me. Where was my girlfriend for a little auspices just now ? house attending to her cursedly emergency.

Just then I slipped on the wet path…down to where hand were holding me…on my ass but preventing a fall…those helping hand on my genital organ at an unexpected consequence but fleetingly, then away after I had steadied myself. I turn and looked at him. He was close, holding me for seconds. I smiled."Thank you,"I said. He smiled back, nodding. A big, strong and mute native. His arms were strong and muscled. I was such a midget, slender affair. He could easily have caught me no subject 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 courting had slipped up in my private parts. Now he was still behind me…should I adjust the wooing or just let it be ? …I was getting aroused by the thought of being watched…admired ? … by the handsome aboriginal with the warm arms.

I mean, I'm attractive and attracted and he must also hold been attracted to attractive me. It was lifelike and we were in Paradise. I just let it be and bear on my hike. Let him look and look up to my shape and my chassis and my almost naked arse. Then, red cent, 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 arm, against his bureau."I'm so lamentable,"I said. He just smiled…our bodies against each early's…warm, enfolding, clutching…ever so briefly and yet…it was on my thinker and surely on his.

He put me down."The falls aren't far from here,"he said,"Be careful."“ okey"is all the glorious answer I could take a shit, my expression efflorescence and didn't quite know why but I was blushing. It wasn't More than a twenty-five percent mile and we were at the human foot of the declension, Malus pumila tree abounding, I put down my blanket and sat to entrance my breath, putting aside my knapsack.

He was standing near."Are you going into the pool,"he asked."In a minute,"I said. He disrobed and now was in a skin tight suit."A bronze god,"I thought looking at him now and surely he was or could have been that. Indeed. I glanced at his legs, thigh, his coxa, chest, arms…the bulge in his suit…I caught my breathing time again ! Then he dived into the pool and swam to the foot of the falls letting waters cleanse him…he swam back to where I was…"The weewee is so bracing,"he said, reaching his script to me…"ejaculate on in…its cool and nice."I hesitated and then let him carry my hand. He pulled on me gently and I was in the water. My lithe body overtaking by his…our soma touching slightly as I dived in. He was right. The water was cool and wonderful. We swam together to the falls and splashed underneath.

Then I swam back to my mantle. He lifted me up. Those strong mitt on my waist lifting me easily to where my cover and lunch were. I climbed up…showing him my bottom 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 blanket."That was Nice,"I said. He smiled.

"My name is Carol."“ Walker Percy, Percy Kinimaka."“ Thank you Percy."And then…since we knew each other now :"Would you like some of my lunch ?"“ Do you make 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 living : white skinned Haole girl/dark skinned suntanned aboriginal man. Surely an creative person would hit the books us.

There were a few others at the Falls, two tike and their kinfolk who splashed and played, I brought out the wine and the cheese and bread…just enough for the two of us. The sun was in its descent…early afternoon. Stupid me ! I had forgotten to work a bobber 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 feeding bottle,"he said and laughed."I know what to do. Say a appeal and conclude your eyes,"he laughed again. And I did so. A here and now later he took my hand and gave me the bottle, now open."How did you do that ?"I exclaimed…"illusion ! Don't you believe in Magic ?"I laughed."But how ? …"

"I used my thumb,"he said."That is a very powerful thumb,"I remarked and we both laughed and drank from the bottle. Then cheese, bread, our little makeshift sandwich and more than imbibition from the bottle…the splashing of the water system from the declivity, the sky in the good afternoon beginning to turn pink…I looked around…the children and their class were gone…the two of us were very much alone…I looked at Harry Hotspur."This is why I come here at this time. For peace."peace of mind, I thought, alone with a sort of peace… or if I was a piece…if only there was a Holy Writ of poetry with Old Khayyam…but a loaf of bread of lolly, a flask of vino here in the wilderness, with Percy…we shared the bottle…warming me in Paradise. The wine-coloured was almost gone.

"Can I differentiate you Carol ?"I looked at Percy."I often come here but this is enchanting being alone here with you."That Good Book in my oral sex"‘ enchanted'…or ‘ enchanting.'I closed my eyes…truly…enchanting and a song came to me….Then Walker 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. Walker Percy stood and dived in the pee. I watched his firm legs and firm buttocks under his suit as he dived into the kitty and disappeared under the declension. He was gone now to his ‘ cache'emerging in moments…a feeding bottle of wine-colored lifted above his body, a gorgeous grinning, swimming to me and beside me now…using his thumb to open it, pushing the cork inside…"Surprise !"he exclaimed and we were both laughing. I hugged him…"Just for here and now like this ?"And shared the new bottle. Hugging again.

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

I heard the words of Academy Award Hammerstein II, and the singing of Virgin Mary St. Martin or Mitzi Gaynor…they looked into the eyes of Ezio Pinza or Rossano Brazzi…And it was me Christmas carol at the Sacred Falls looking into the eyes of him, Percy…smiling…Some Enchanted Evening….I will assemble a stranger…thrills went down my back…his custody were down my back…my hands rubbing his back and down…"Who can explain it ? Who can tell you why ?"Those beautiful speech of the song…and our hands on each other : who can explicate it ? Not the dustup but the feelings, just now, in the wilderness, in Paradise…the sacred falls…his workforce on my back…I shouldn't…I wouldn't…but I was…I was hot…his terribly hot custody on me…stroking, stroking…I didn't know what would materialise next but they did.

He stood, lifting me…we embraced…"Some enchanting evening"the sky was pink…he removed my top…my knocker pressed against his nakedness…I pulled at his shorts and he peeled them off, he pushed my bottom of the inning down…we were two hot au naturel lovers, our flesh meeting…he was blotto and hot on me…I reached down…he pulled us into the consortium, beneath the Ethel Waters, our soundbox joining and up…kissing now…our tongues…our bodies..he lifted me to the shore and on my blanket. He was at the body of water edge. I heard the pounding of the declension and he brought me to him…my legs around his face. I looked down and he smiled. He pulled me unaired to his smile, lifting my bottom on to his oral fissure. The herculean thumb…now gentling me…so"ahhh"gentle on my bitch lip, massaging. I closed my centre. This hex evening.

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

I could finger him coming out of the consortium now hovering over my body. He kissed me…both of us kissing…his stiff shaft at me, touching me, searching for its home…I reached down to berth him…he said"No… let little Walker Percy notice you all by himself."Little Percy, indeed…I had felt the'little"guy ! I didn't want to wait but removed my bobby pin on his immense clay cock…I felt him searching for my aching body…I was so ready for this…needed this…needed to release.

Then I felt his shaft at me…spreading my lips…slowly…he was such a specimen…this beautiful man and ‘ little ‘ modest, huge, sloshed Percy…I lifted for him…meeting him…wanting this…on my enchanted evening with a stranger a beautiful stranger…"Oh !"I didn't have to wait any longer…he was inside and mystifying and urgent and again…I lifted again to admit all of him into my body,"Milk me Man !"Please fuck me cryptical and occupy 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 aristocratical kiss. I hugged him tight not wanting him to leave me but feeling him go soft, slipping out and we laid, side by side.

He poured a fiddling wine-coloured between my mouth, bringing me to life and kissed me…it was so sweet…My Enchanted Evening…when I met a stranger…in Paradise…smoothing my body and a endure feel on me where I was still hot…

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