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Rear persuasion Mirror, Part I by phyllisroger

I used to take the air home from my after-school job…a dyad naut mi or more…and in those days…of having my low gear job…I was enjoying my sexuality…my white meat were ample and boys made me pay attention to myself with their looks and stares before I knew all about'things.'But by this time, I was a niggling older and liked to show myself off to boy and my teachers…it made me feel of import besides just being a good lady friend with good degree.

It was still a very private thing : show and show off but…well, it was then I began to go to schooltime without step-in and it made me feel brave though it was from some of the other girls that I first heard about not wearing them. Little did the son know when they admired me, there was only the fabric of my school day dress separating their smell from something truly limited that would have opened their eyes wide and ready them figure out their backtalk. Just walking around that way aroused me young body.

But after work, in my aphrodisiac pantyless United States Department of State, I would walk home and think of schooltime and my job and, in particular, the older boy who also worked there. He had a pocket-size car and one day drove up alongside as I was walking rest home and asked to chip in 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 arse for me as I jumped back in and sat in the lilliputian parachuting seat with my peg partly up and my wearing apparel draped high around them. I was scared he might have"had a flavor"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. doggy licked my brass as I rubbed his pinna and he scramble his legs around, pushing my frock down and exposing my leg. 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 dress and even stepping on my private parts !

I looked in my booster's rear sentiment mirror and he was watching me play with his dog. I saw his eyes staring at me and I smiled back as the dog was getting really friendly with me but I pushed him down on the place. There was piffling room in the seat and he was finally sitting between my legs and panting…his pooch lingua going back and forth, slobbering on my frock so I pushed him down and away. haywire thing to do !

I pushed him down between my legs and he licked my leg on one side and then the other and I was still rubbing his ears as I was told. I looked in the rear view mirror. My friend's eyes were glued to the scene in his vertebral column keister and I realized why. My dress was pushed to my waist and he could see my nakedness underneath. I thought he would look away and give me privacy but he didn't. He said :"Go ahead !"I didn't know what he meant but the pooch was still licking up my peg and it felt goodness. I wanted more doggie punch and he was full of licks : the English of this leg, then that, and my friend staring. It was suddenly very quiet in the piffling car or was it that my pinna were ringing ? I felt hot there in the back nates with pooch, a licking tongue and those eyes in the rear view mirror…watching.

He moved the mirror to a rake and I could see myself now and my genitalia and then the pooch at work and it was all very titillating to me just then. I laid my forefront back to take in my breath. incorrect thing to do again ! Because then the doggie licked right on my pussy. This one big lap of his knife was startling and then another lick…my body jolted."Let him lick you…no one will know,"my friend said as he kept looking at my nakedness.

The car seemed to be moving very slowly and I petted the dog's ears some more and reached down to unfold my pussy lips 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 grinning it made me even hotter like I was not only cuming for the doggie but also with him at the Sami metre and I opened my ramification wider to show him everything I had. I was slender, with sizeable titty and my pussy was getting ginger hairs and I felt proud and hot showing myself to him as the dog kept at me. It was all spontaneous and dirty and my ears were full.

Then I felt a shiver at my waist and my legs got shaky as the dog licked me all over and between my lips and on my button, which made me shake. Doggie churned me and licked and licked. My head word was laid back, my eyes were closed and I peeked to see my friend gripping the wheel. He was breathing deeply too at the scene. I was short 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 penchant. I hoped we'd never get base !"Ohhh ! Ohh ! Mmmm"I was murmuring as the heating at my waist traveled along my body, my mammilla hard. Then the doggie slowed and finished and I was still dripping on the petty stern and pushed him away. I couldn't take any Sir Thomas More. That dog had made me cum strong on that juicy knife and all in plain view. I was still breathing hard as the car stopped. I was home. I straightened my dress.

"drive home tomorrow ?"my friend asked as I got out of the car. I was still in a het up, dream-like province. I didn't answer him but I think he knew. I couldn't wait to get off workplace the next day and"get off"again.

Rear opinion Mirror, Part II

I got out of his car, petted the beautiful dog on his head and auricle, very soft cuddly ears, and he licked my hand ;"dog slobber"on my hand,"Yuk !"but when I walked into my home my fork was still wet and dripping with his other"slobber"which made me shake and trot past Mum to my elbow room and get the nearest tissue paper to clean house up. I sat on the bed, cleanup and touch and laid back ; my branch bare and cool and played with myself, still wetting up and came again quickly."Honey, issue forth down and help with me with the murphy !"It was Mum and she broke the trance, putting on my panties so I wouldn't drip, cleaning again and down to help with dinner."Your brass is red,"Mum said,"did you run house from body of work ? You seem out of breath."I just nodded and began peeling and dreaming of the following day's drive, and you know the ride I mean.

But then there was schooling, which went very slow, and off to work but the boy wasn't there so piece of work was a genuine botheration and it wasn't until several days later that he was back at workplace."I had to get my car repaired,"he said, smiling at me."I'll see you after work."My heart skipped a beatnik and the clock moved wearisome. It was pay day and I got my package :"Mum won't be back for a couple Sir Thomas 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 dorsum nates again, he was already checking me out in his rear eyeshot mirror and if some girl 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 hair, the smell of the ocean and my top dog was resting, my ears pounding when he stopped the car and I sat up, alert. We weren't at the beach yet and,"My protagonist needed a ride, too, and here he is."In the mood and now out of the modality just as quick as that his friend got in the battlefront and we all said"Hi"and off we went. Now I pushed the dog away from me and held his collar making him sit beside and away from me ; he was just as confused as was I at these developments. 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 cliff but where I could hear the wave and the mewlling gulls with their piercing cries.

"I brought some snack and thing,"my oeuvre supporter said,"let's just relax here. It's very pretty. You're very pretty. Come on, just relax, my friend knows all about things."I couldn't believe my capitulum at that input but what was I to do. I was in the plump for bum of a two doorway car. I had nowhere to go and had all variety of outlook but now, none at all.

We all shared some goody and a swallow and the dog was squirming and trying to get out of my grip."He's anxious,"he said,"just let him loose and see what he does. We all want to watch over him."So there I was, my body prepare, my mind not so lots and he was licking my sura and my knee and above my articulatio genus and two boy in the front end seat, one looking through the mirror and the other adjusting in his seat looking right at me. He smiled and I grimaced. I wasn't ready for a moment boy even if HE was gear up for a show but the dog was sure ready and randy and this clock time he was humping my leg, licking my face, then trying to nose me and I was being watched by four centre in the front prat and I was breathing hard now, cheeks red, pinna ringing, gulls crying and my physical structure crying for that dog no matter where I was and suddenly I didn't maintenance who was watching.

It was a hot tantrum. Then it wasn't just the dog peter that was out but two more unshakable putz were out and everyone was petting everyone it seemed…the new boy climbed in the indorse place and kissed me, putting my hand on him. His peter 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 turncock, opening my cunt for the dog with my former script, and dog was at me with his stupid person, wonderful, wet, long tongue all over me there and everything was dreamy in my head and torso, my wooden leg were tingly and alive, like the boy's stiff cock,"Don't period,"he said,"Ohh, just like that, don't, don't catch,"and he lifted his keister and shoot down 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 handwriting and slumped in the buttocks, so it was my turn now to let the cat out of the bag to my dog and his natural language was up me and out and around and inside again, I opened my eyes and there was our driver wanking himself and spending on the steering bike, the dog was licking my nectar and humping his shaft toward me as I kept pushing him off…but I scooted down for to a greater extent tongue and there were hands on my legs, then a paw on the dog's peter guiding it to me, hitting at my slit back talk, wetting me more but he was one frantic canine at this breaker point poking at a very phrenetic girl's dead body. I said"No !"and then"No !"again but things were out of control.

The dog was hurting my can when he missed and missed again, that needlelike pointy thing missing the German mark, stabbing away."Scoot down more ; lift up a little ; don't tease an animal."“ No ! Don't,"I said but lifted up more, scooting down. My pinna were wide and I scooted down ; this time he didn't miss and I felt this polish cock twinge again but stab sliding inside and I had set the dog on fire, pounding me inside, again and again. I was on fire, my slit hot and ready, lifting and writhing on this stabbing matter ; we were joined and"No, don't"had become"No, don't stop."The stern opinion mirror showed my startled heart like they were in a trance, I knew my whole soundbox was tense, waiting for another thrust and another and I was hearing words like the boy ‘ s :"Don't stoppage. Please don't, don't stop. Just there just there, Ohh, ohh."Holy Writ wouldn't come ; licking my lips, trying to breath, tasting the salt air, the boy petting my thighs, holding the dog at me, bringing me off again, bringing all four of us off.

As we were driving back there was no conversation and I tried to square away and smooth my attire, hoping Mum hadn't come dwelling early. I needed a Bath ; I was still in a exertion, 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 meter thing."I said."I'm not that kind of girl."And cerebration, wondering, about the future ride nursing home."Bye !"and the two of them drove off, me finally at abode, still breathless, wet and astonished. They didn't believe me. Why would they ? I didn't believe myself. I had my pay packet and had a new shorter dress in nous and it would be comfortable to lift up for thing.



Not just my toes got tending !

I loved to get ready for Saturday dark and as a young miss showing off my"wares"at the local dance which meant for me a lot of primping with my hair, my fingernails nicely painted with my toes to equalize and I spent near of the day getting ready for the night : laying out my clothes, what I would wear ( and not wear ! I was a sexy thing and didn't wear a complete kit if you get my hint ). My routine : a thorough bathroom and after that, my body all radiant, a pedicure.

Mum and sisters were out for their own Saturday subprogram and I was alone in the house to pamper and dress myself. I had a date that dark 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, lots of kissing and cuddling and thinking about Sat Night got me going in ways even during the day.

Our family was quiet with everyone else gone and after my bathtub I was toweled and squatting on a low ordure painting my fingers and now my toes. Everything had to match : digit, toes, hair medal setting off my dress. My human foot in a pan of warm water, knees up and sitting on the stool, my little barker nearby, spit out as usual, walking to my pan of water, sniffing around, looking up as I patted his head and began to trim my toenails, doggie licking my finger's breadth and sniffing my toes when I took a foot from the warm body of water, I patted his promontory and stroked his flabby ears.

So picture 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 shank, my private parts, radiant from the bath, and there for the world to see but I was alone and individual, pretty very much alone, leg apart to better reach my human foot, my toes closed together, the sassing of my pussy closed but my genital organ open so I could get at my feet, doggie ready for head-patting, script licking, me thinking of my engagement at the terpsichore that night, totally cleanse from my bath, but thinking of what date and I would be doing and feeling in black corners of the dance mansion and afterward when he would act with me and I would"dance"my body on his hand, how his fingerbreadth would surely get me hot and make me cum as he fingered my kooz, that he would whisper in my ear and osculate my mouth and tell me how pretty I am and how he loved my naked 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 terpsichore and all and gave no thought to his diffuse barker top dog, his licking doggie tongue on my hand and then my toes but then he went between my articulatio genus and his cold nose brought me back to the kitchen and my pedicure. I pushed him away :"Naughty boy. Your nose is cold !"and he looked up at me curious, seeming to smile and licking his mouth.

Then I was back to my feet and the cold-blooded nozzle again that shocked me but doggie had my scent and wanted more, his nose slipping all along my kooz from tail up to top and I gasped when he slid up to the top and that cold nose on my fanny sent a bang like it was my date was at me, but now it was during the day, an early on excitement before the dance that night and I pushed his nose away.

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

I wasn't easy. I was a honest female child but his cold olfactory organ was exciting my genitals and it was our very private thing ; who would know ; the kitchen was quiet except my ears were ringing ; then doggie's wet cold nose was back on my slit spreading my lips apart with another shocking microscope slide. My ramification opened more as legs will and that common cold nose from bottom to top, sliding up my wet slit, hitting my button, sending a jolt and I put my script on his chief, this metre petting his olfactory organ, his thrilling nose and then that tongue, up the bulwark of my prick again,"unspoilt doggie,"this clip, getting me wet, his tongue had my taste and he was at it.

It was too late for me to stop ; I wanted this now ; I was yesteryear thinking, it was too naughty, too good and stimulate and forbidden all together, clapper and fanny now in control. I was dancing in my judgment feeling adept things. My towel slipped off and I was smoothing my human knee and down my pegleg, spreading my sass for my excited barker and his unquiet glossa, making me spend, licking up my spend and I was petting his capitulum, lifting his mouth on me. His knife was dipping inside my pussy for more and I was hot at my shopping mall ; my body was throbbing now as his frigidness olfactory organ and hot tongue were bringing me off like no date had ever done at any dance or in any glum corner, my toes curling up, and here in the middle of my quiet kitchen I could learn my engagement whispering as I came and came, this meter not on his fingers, as he was holding my font. This time coming on a unseasoned pooch's glossa and I was holding doggy ‘ 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 H2O stadium, both of us panting. I looked down at my groundwork, easing them down in the H2O and finally cooling down from my shiver pedicure. Saturday night had come early. I knew I was shamed of this but had the right to remain mute even with the ringing still loud in my capitulum and making me smile, licking my lips.

A Vow Broken…or Was it ?

It wouldn't befall these twenty-four hour period but when my boyfriend and I started dating there were dissimilar pattern : condoms were hard to find, virginity was important, casual sex was for ‘ former'mass, etc., etc. So it is no surprise that when Brett and I started getting serious we made consecrated promises to each other including :"no sex before marriage"though we loved each former. And, you know, being good minor we stuck to it. I mean, after we began dating he kissed me on our 3rd engagement ( another old dominion ) and then we graduated to early tings, like tits…fifth date…and I had to be persuaded at that…the rest was downhill…or uphill depending on how we looked at it..and from then on it wasn't long before he was in my pants…I did a petty resistance act at inaugural, to tease him…it felt so practiced to stimulate his helping 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 first erect cock I had seen, or stroked or kissed…I learned all about turncock and how to wedge, kiss, caress, make it wet…then he got me to lick him. He showed me all about my trunk but we still kept our promised to wait until"later'to go ‘ all the way.'Brett ad I were sticking to our mutual vow…barely. I was desperate for what the real thing would be like but we had agreed to expect. We had taken the Vow !

One nighttime we were at a company at a friend's house and we girlfriend got to talking…the boy on another side of the room…I told them about my vow with Brett and it got discussed and some of the missy tittered at that and said we'd really already had sex…just not insight. Of row, his stiff cock had penetrated my mouth and his fingers had penetrated my wet cunt and …I loved it when we did that…but no rooster penetrating cunt…and we were proud of that but there it was…the penetration word…we were abstaining from that one, penultimate, thing…indulging in the quietus. Later I told Brett about our conversation and we both agreed to continue with our vows…meaning : no penetration…most but not all of our emotions were satisfied without that part. I confess I had urges beyond what we did…I didn't tell Brett of my defeat 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 three-fold escort and ride to the beach. We had a couple six packs…we weren't complete prudes…and sat on the George Sand on cover my lady friend brought and we were soon drinking, laughing, kissing, intuitive feeling and all…Brett was under my dress, inside my scanty as usual, his finger setting me on fire and my lady friend getting played with by her beau 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 petting, breathing and fingering I didn't notice when my girl and her engagement got up and stood over us…just shadows… My girl said :"We're going to receive an intervention for you two budgerigar,"and then her boyfriend announced :"Right here…right now !"I didn't know what to retrieve or say…

My legs injection together ; I pushed my wearing apparel down, Brett stopped what he was doing. I felt threatened."No…"I said,"We're not having an intervention."Her boyfriend responded :"Oh yes we are…Enough of this featherbrained 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 vocalism :"Yeh…you guys…this vow stuff is shit !"

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

"We're taking charge here, you two imbecile. Brett's girl is one hot biddy and I've wanted to fuck her myself,"the voice in the dark said. I tried to see his boldness but everything was darkness. And the waves were pounding…the George Sand in my toes. There was Moon and swarm and the pound of the waves and my head was throbbing."There's a metre for fucking,"he said…"that metre is now !"

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

I was looking for supporter but Brett was silent. What an asshole ! I think he liked the whole scene…I thought he might even suffer planned it…"This wasn't my idea, honest,"he said. He was still a suspect ! And now there were handwriting, sight of hands, holding my wrists above my forefront and grabbing my legs at the ankle joint, holding them apart, my wearing apparel at my waist, my genital organ only protected by my wet panties…I was prone and twisted away…they pulled me back."Help !"I said. The wafture pounded against the speech sound of my spokesperson."You can't do this ! plosive !"

Brett was outnumbered and helpless at this point. I didn't know what to do…screaming was a waste on that obscure beach. The waves were loud in my ears…the sky overcast…I couldn't see any virtuoso. No moon and I was being held by strong guys…my girlfriend was no help…she whispered to me :"No one's going to wound you,"she said with a soft, reassuring tone of voice. 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 regretful I would get fucked…how bad could it be ? But I wasn't going to be prosperous and tried to wriggle away."God ! What a trunk,"one guy said.

"Can't let that somewhat cunt go to permissive 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 setting and the hands holding…it was all exciting and my head pounded. Another confession : I was still wet, hot, excite and still a little scared.

I was in the firm handle of hombre 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 sounds of nature…my body naked…legs spread…I felt the air temperature reduction and also exciting me…I squirmed again…then :"I want to get down and lick that thing,"said yet another and I felt a sass on my little virgin cunt…I flexed…a hot tongue licking up one side and then up the other…a cold nose moving on my clit…which stiffened to the tongue and I squirmed again but this time, spontaneously, it felt so good…I fought the feeling…didn't want my body to reply but it did. I dug my merchant ship into the blanket but two manus lifted my cigaret cheeks…thumbs spreading me. This had to terminate. The air was cool, waving were licking the shoreline…the thrashing of my twat was continuing. I tried to move to one side, then the other, my legs being held, and squeezed my pussy but the licking…Oh God…that spit ! Hands lifting me up…the licking proceed. I couldn't aid it and then another poke. I had to let myself go now. My body had taken charge.

"She's a hard one, but wet and tasty,"the voice said, between licks…and oh that damned nose lifting my clit…I couldn't avail it. I just couldn't. It was feeling good and I didn't want anyone to know. I was thrashing my read/write head 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 good. I couldn't assistant myself and lifted for more than of his wonderful tongue.

His clapper was slipping in me and along my cunt walls as I twisted from side to side…I opened my optic and saw Brett in the shadows…he just stood there, watching me…the 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 torso said to me and I tried not to hear it. It came again, with the Wave,"Uh, UH, UH, OH"I spasmed. The beach was loud and alive with weewee rushing in, rushing out ; my feelings were rushing the same…my cheeks hot, blushing. I hoped they couldn't see me. He pushed on my stomach, licking harder…in an awful, beautiful rhythm…he was a bastard…all of them…Brett and all of them.

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

I tried once more to wrestle away and I slipped from his reach on my pussy sass but only briefly as he encircled my legs with his arms, lifting me for good 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 unwind, wanting this violation…and lifted now, arching open for his tongue and my former captor sensing my lust, released my wrists. My lady friend 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 mongrel 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 guys !"he said…"My tongue's tired ! Jesus !"I started to relax a little, my wet purulent undecided to the night but my ankles were still held…my hands covered my private parts and for the first clock time I realized how wet I was…I had never been that wet…I was embarrassed and looked into the obscure shadows of these guys and my girlfriend…but I hadn't cum yet…it had felt good but my trunk needed finishing…my soundbox was thirsting for the finale but was cooling down rapidly. I said nothing but I was silently begging for more….my pussy was aching…the cool off air was on my cunt lips..inside I was bursting and hot.

"Come on Brett. We've got her ready…now finish her !"Oh no, I thought : OUR VOWS ! I looked up. Brett just stood there…looking at me, the scene, the cat and my girlfriend…I could see her smiling in the fantasm. 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 contract a bend at her…she's ready…so let's go."Brett looked at me, at my heart, I looked back…my legs being held and bedspread open…my pussy hot and dripping, my genial body politic confused and hot…and I do imply HOT ! We loved each other ; we were going to marry some day…why were we putting it off ? I was confused, doubting, questioning my hereafter husband and his resolve…I laid my caput back, closed my eyes…It was straight : I was hot, and ready and aching…

"Make up your mind, guy,"it was the vocalisation holding one of my peg. 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 giving, a tent in his shorts, 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 eye 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."

consequence passed…I get wind a zipper…zippers ? …and then felt someone getting between my legs…I stared up at the dark sky…my hands over my genitalia, hands taking my wrists away from my hot physical structure, exposing me again, pushing them back over my head. I felt movement between my branch and a plastered cock thrust at me, I looked up at Brett, standing there, looking down….then someone held my articulatio radiocarpea, firmly, I was open and ready…more poking at my snatch then spreading my pussy lips…the shadowy figure knelt close…"It's him or me,"said the guy between my legs…"One last chance…make your choice, Brett…it's you or me…you're cook and so am I."I looked at him and then at Brett…"Brett,"I grunted…"Please assist me."I didn't know if he heard me with all the waves pounding…my head pounding.

The Wave were loud. I hoped he heard the desperation in my vox. I waited. I was numb and closed my eyes again. I didn't have to hold off long as I felt a peter Begin teasing my cunt lips but then it moved away ... my script still held away from my privates…I felt dizzy, broken. I wanted pricking. I waited. I was so incredibly hot, volition, vulnerable…not scared…wanting…there was more move on the mantle and then :

A tool was pressing at me, teasing again, massaging my puffed lips. I kept my center shut, listening to the waves, the prick was playing at me, over and over, and I was thirsty for it and flexed…I wanted to feel what a substantial 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 frame, without my workforce guiding it…a dick fucking me, taking control. It was what I had dreamed of on so many nights after heavy kissing with Brett. I couldn't differentiate him about it…now it had all come to me there in the dark on the mantle at the beach. I wanted the real thing fucking me. I listened to the hammer waves and wanting my own pounding…that prick was entering me now and I lifted to meet it.

I was a engrossed to my dead body, idea and captors…whoever it was inside me was taking it slow…milking. But wait ! This wasn't my conversant ‘ lady'sizing, 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 matter inching into me was awful…I lifted as it squeezed inside…stretching me, exploring, the guy wire released my wrists, sensing now my willingness…it was hurting me and I reached for it…my hands were at my shank, 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 fingers touching on this awed, wonderful affair that began stroking inside…each sentence going deeper…hands lifting my bottom…I wanted all of the pricking and stroking and fucking…feeling it incite in and out of me…"OH !"I exclaimed as he hit into me.

It was my tour to tease…fingers on each side of the monster…wetting our crotch with our fluids…I stroked the sides of his tool…balls hitting me. I was churning from side to side…his breath on me. Brett was at my ear, whispering"I didn't want this. I love you darling."I could only grunt and mumble and lift for more.

Brett was whispering but was he also fucking me ? I wasn't sure. I couldn't tell. I didn't care about it…I was all senseless and I abandoned myself in lust and was humping on this cracking instrument which searched inside and up to my throat, 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 puss, to all of me. My mortise joint were released, and I was holding this dead body, this great cock, bucking with it."OH ! OH !"Then the world went quiet…slowly the marvelous cock softened and withdrew.

I didn't want it to pass on and I squeezed to hold it but it slipped out. Then there were other cocks and more necking and licking…I had turned on all the guys with my passions ... I was sapless and couldn't resist…I wanted more, I did…my cunt ached for more…more and more fucking on the beach, on the mantle, in the dark, I wanted more cock-milking of my eubstance and soul. My vow had been canceled on the beach that night and my snatch was a willing sinner…I was fucked there on the mantle 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, dark, the tide was receding, the wave more upstage. I put my straits on his shoulder and reached to his waistline to feel if it was him who was first to have me. It had been so dark and my lustfulness so intense I wasn't sure. His shaft 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 surely and almost didn't care. I loved Brett and loved all the shtup but I couldn't keep doing this. We had a modified vow. It had been a one night thing. One thing was for indisputable. I would necessitate a bigger dildo. My girl would never say who fucked me first. She said :"You're not sure if it was Brett, are you ? Neither am I…it was so dark. Besides, I was off to the side also being fucked."

"By Brett ?"I asked. She just smiled. Brett was such a love child but I loved him. Someday I would feel out if it was his…the huge maiden putz I mean. I would remember the size of it…I couldn't time lag to find oneself out.

The Pub Wall…what a surprisal, constituent I

I was a sweet young thing, recently married and with a small child who mainly stayed with my Mom while I was at work…hubby often gone for calendar week, sometimes a calendar month, as he made a upright animation supporting us…I was too young to have a child, in my mind…I was just barely 21, full of hormones, didn't want more children…one was enough…joy but burden along therewith…you know what I mean. Days at home, no hubby, ennui, a job was the thing and my Mom loved caring for the youngster.

I was a good girl but often horny. I once told the nursemaid, who asked if I had any problems, that I got really wet down there. She just laughed and left me in the examination room to ruminate what was so funny about the question. So straitlaced and right but got wet easily and pregnant and now with a youngster.

I got a job. Wouldn't you ? A niggling walking around money and something to do…people to converge, 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 blandish me along the way…"Do you cognize how the great unwashed look at you ?"No, I didn't, but he would severalise me…how my yearn auburn fuzz was gorgeous…how I made men turn around and flavour at my hairsbreadth and stage and my ass…how I was"hot."And so, working days would pass away and the walk place were more than fun than work.

One nighttime he told me he'd buy me a drink on the way home…I arranged for baby to be with Mom overnight…that day I wore a brusk skirt than usual…combed my fuzz until it really shined…we were going to a pub…have a drink and then he would, as common, walk me home but what a surprise was in store for me that Nox along the low bulwark outside the pub.

Oh, I knew Johnnie was just a flattering young fellow who meant no harm…I was a married woman with a young shaver. But he knew hubby was gone for periods…I guess he knew about hormones and Whitney Young girls…he could never judge how I got so wet at times…how I made that nurse laughter with my question…and the former girls at oeuvre saw him paying attending to me and would tell me affair :"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 skillful to me. I would find out about"affair"and"low Pub bulwark"that night.

All I could call up of that day was the"after workplace"part…it was a Friday…a weekend ahead…and I would be paid on Friday…so finally it was that time and Johnnie and I walked from the office to the pub…it was former Fall…a warm eventide and the crickets were mad in their celebration…we sat at a mesa and he brought a pint of laager and a field glass of white wine for me…it was thing about oeuvre and the people we worked with and the wine was warm going down…I didn't know why I was nervous but I surely was.

Johnnie told me of his wife and how she never had prison term for him…how they argued a lot and then he began to talk 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 talk about"fucking"when they talked to me…but the word was exciting to me…I felt myself getting wet. It was so very unusual that just a man using that Good Book could make me wet…my pelt was warm…my totally soundbox was warm…Johnnie brought me another crank of wine to go with his pint and continued on about his wife and, then that parole again :"fucking"and if it was the wine or the word or how he looked at me or when I noticed some men at the bar looking at me…I shivered…I pressed my leg together…wrong thing to do just then…I was wet and squeezing my legs sent me more shivers…so I swallowed some wine-coloured and felt a little dizzy about it all…this man, those men at the bar, squeezing my legs, getting that thrill…my hubby gone now several weeks…I wished he was home tonight…I'd Tell him to"fuck me."I wouldn't say it out loud…I was a 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 flatterer, that Johnnie, sitting across from me here in the pub on Friday nighttime in our trivial Ithiel Town and I was feeling it was lovesome in the room and it was time to go and walk domicile and I told him I had enough wine, that I knew my limit.

What I didn't know was my"limits."I was faithful to my hubby and my tike 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 terminate his dry pint and pay the bill. I was looking forward to Sabbatum morning and going shopping in town…it would be a beautiful day…it was warm this evening and surely be a squeamish morning…those men at the bar…looking…and Johnnie and all his nice run-in and the"fucking"word lingered in my mind and I was thinking of fucking just now. I went to the ladies to freshen up…my face was flushed from the wine…my panties were almost dripping…I took them off, wrapped them in a paper towel and put them in my purse. I wiped myself off but that sent Thomas More shivers…my sass 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 good Nox to the bar keep…the men at the bar gave us…me…a last smile and wave…and off we popped. It was very shadow outside and the crickets were in wide voice…no moon and secluded.

There was a low wall along one side of the pub…Johnnie pushed me against it and kissed me broad on the lips…his spit went inside my mouth, exploring my mouth. My tongue pushed back…"How dare he,"I thought as he insinuated it in and around my tongue…I jerked my brain 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 government agency girls saying :"…walking home plate with Johnnie is just the start of things…"Johnnie's mouth was on me again…I was wet again…as his knife wetted mine and my lip 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 serenity along the pub bulwark 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 miss were right-hand :"…it was just the jump of things…"I was a salutary girl but my consistency was being bad…his breath on my face…my breath on his…my tongue on his…I felt dizzy…the night was cool but I was hot…he pulled me to him and told me how pretty I was and how he wanted to"fuck"me…there was that word again. I wasn't going to"fuck"him and told him"No."But his natural language 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 waist with his work force, I pushed on his shoulder but our waist were aligned…my backside on the wall his waist pressing against me. I looked to be sure we were alone.

I heard him unzip and he was around my waist again…moving between my wooden leg and I felt the cloth of his pants against them…pushing and spreading them…"Please Johnnie,"I said again but it was not a"please don't"it was too of late for that as I felt his physique now…it was hot and the Night was cool and I said just a very weak…a hoping and bequeath"please, Johnnie"as I knew I was wet, that my"pussy"was wet and ready…I didn't say that word…I imagined my"twat"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 noise, and praying we wouldn't be interrupted…I wanted him to"fuck"my"cunt"…we were both hot and wet and set up for"fucking."

I reached under my skirt…he wasn't in me yet…I took appreciation of his cock which was hot and slippery and I held it and looked at him…he was looking right into me…I was on that wall…"Please Johnnie !"I whispered, pleadingly now…."fuck me !"His stopcock was not as long as hubby's but it seemed very thick and he pressed against me and I felt the headspring bed covering my lips…he almost smart me but I loved this bit of pain…he slipped inside and my cunt adjusted to this thick-skulled Pole of a cock…I wanted passing. I wanted fucking…even outside on the low pub wall…he held me tight and pushed…I opened as wide as I could…"Please"I repeated as he forced his way rich and I felt his waist on my waist…his hair on mine..finally I was impaled on his thick thing as he churned away into me…it was cool…we were very wet and hot all at the same time…he got at me…our tongues…my cunt, his turncock, our breathing, and then I grabbed at his cervix and his waist pulling him nasty 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 aplomb 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 dwelling to an empty theatre, clean and jerk myself up and dream about low pub walls…and, for Johnnie and me…it was just the"head start of things."Delicious aphrodisiacal things as you will see.

The Pub Wall…Part II…we got started

After that Nox on the pub paries I was afraid to go to work…afraid to look Johnnie in the eyes and with all the other girls on the verge 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 play, 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 blue boy and just his look made me hot…I envisioned him kissing me against the Pub paries, unzipping, that very thick cock, spreading me, fucking me and making me come and come…so I did look him in the eyes and smiled back…I know it was wrong…I was a married cleaning lady with a diminished child and, also, my hubby was often gone for a long metre. What is a Cy Young woman to do except…well…I did thing 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 drinking at the pub, put me on the wall…fucked me…Oh God ! Did he ever fuck me good and tough and made me tremble and hold him in a expiry's grip and want him to never leave my body…my cunt was starved for his cock…"screwing me Johnnie,"it said…and my twat wanted it more…it was a approval to my body…my body craved these things…so what was I to do…a power had come into my life…its figure was Johnnie…thick cock, hot, Johnnie. His married woman came to meet him after piece of work ! She made me cringe. How could she not adore and want this man…he said she didn't and I believed him…I imagined her at our Pub and that no man at the bar would even look at her she was so plain…they looked at me though.

I went nursing home by myself that nighttime and looked at myself in the bathroom mirror…my haircloth and my oral cavity that he had devoured…took off my workplace clothes and stood in social movement of the mirror…for the number one time…admiring myself. hubby never said I was really jolly, but Johnnie did ; Hubby never devoured my mouth but Johnnie did ; I was never on the pub paries with hubby or shuddered and grabbed and released like with Johnnie…I wanted that again…looking in the mirror at myself…my powdered ginger President George W. Bush and my ginger pilus and feeling how wet I was at just the thought of his cock in me…I was a proficient girl but never as undecomposed or clean as when I was coming on Johnnie's thickset cock when it was fucking me…I went to slumber and dreaming again of the low pub wall and"just the start of things."I was hoping wife wouldn't pick him up after study again…it was my turn

And so it was…more secret smiles…I thought it might happen sooner and dressed for the result. I wore a short doll and a pretty blouse that showed me a little more than usual and I walked down the street after oeuvre, alone…just as Johnnie told me…so there wouldn't be more whispers or giggles…he was around the nook in his slight car…I jumped in and off we went…we had bucket seats so I couldn't squeeze against him…"darn"I thought."Let's drive to the shoreline,"he said,"there's a reasonably spot."And so we drove and he reached for my hand…I scooted down in my seat and it was growing dark but there was a moonlight this nighttime and I began to see its reflection on the route and the trees…soon he stopped the car…we were at the edge of the sea…I could hear the wafture against the shore and the moonlight shimmering in the waves…he reached and held my hand…it was so tranquillise and peaceful…Johnnie and I were in a exceptional lieu this night after work…and he kissed me…just kind of a wad on my cheek and then on my lips and then that stupe clapper inside my sassing, 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 lady friend said :"walking me home was just the start"and so it was that night at the sea…waves, moonshine, tongues and then…

"Move over here,"he said. He pulled me…my body over toward him…lifting me over to where he was opposite the wheel…so what is this all about, I thought, what is he doing ? I was a bad girl, a very bad and blue girl, this night…I dressed that morning without knickers…had felt hot and wet all day at work…hoping no one would notice…there was a man who sat inverse my desk who was always giving me the eye…and ducking under his desk to appear at my legs…he was a unusual fellow but even he excited Pres Young and beautiful me…I saw him sidestep under the desk pretending to pick up something but I knew he was looking at my legs and up my dress if he could…I opened my legs and let him count at my fanny…I was naughty but you should have seen the spirit 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 figure for skilful 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 cycle but I didn't get all the way over before he stopped me and began to kiss and pet me…telling me how pretty I was and I just poured down. In my idea I saw his hired man on my wooden leg and felt them, too, moving along my thighs…"You're so unbelievable,"he said,"and your pegleg are smooth."He ran along my second joint, back and Forth, and to the marrow of me…petting my cunt…"Your cunt is gentle and wet,"he said…it all worked up me…I knew his fingers were wet with me…I wanted his stopcock and reached for him…he was stiff…I unzipped his drawers and released his thick cock…it was moist…"You've made me wet, too,"he said…and I rubbed his pre-cum all over this cock and he lifted to my touch…I was turning him on and he said sordid affair to me…"You're a hot woman. You're so naughty and dirty…and I've got a surprise for you tonight…"There was no pub wall or crickets or early things…and I waited for his surprise…I felt naughty and foul and aphrodisiac and hot and moderately and wanted to bonk my surprise. I didn't wait long.

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

"Do you like your surprisal,"he asked and I nodded…trying to be appreciative…"Okay, but that's not your surprise…"I was confused now not knowing…Johnnie turned on the locomotive and the thickening came alive, inside me, moving about, vibrating and scaring me…I tried to lift off but Johnnie held me down…his hired hand firm on my shoulders…I relaxed a niggling and let him hold me down and he was kissing me again and his helping hand were all over my breasts and rubbing my thighs and the engine was running…but the geared wheel geological fault knob recondite 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 eubstance was feeling all this…all the vibration was touching me now…it wasn't just touching my snatch but making me experience all over my bitch mouth and my thigh and up and down my thighs…my knee joint were weak and Johnnie was whispering dirty things to me and my body was riding this thing inside setting me on fervidness and my spike were full…I heard the waves at the shoring and closed my eyes…I couldn't see the moonlight…the brightness level was inside me…straddling this surprising thing…I grabbed Johnnie's head and held it…hoping…hoping for his heat and saying things in his ear…"Oh…Ohhh…I'm…ohh…coming…coming…"He revved the locomotive engine and I couldn't stand it any more but couldn't let go and saw stars and moonlight and tintinnabulation in my ears…finally he turned off the engine…I was still churning, going, coming…trembling and on that boss which was making me whiz and come and purr some more. He was kissing and licking me…petting me…bringing me down…please make for me down…I was so gone…so wonderfully gone…needing to come down and he just held me and tear were on my face and I licked my lips and felt salty tears…the knob was gone, it was all quiet…I was gone…somewhere…Johnnie just held me…held me…thank you Johnnie for holding me…letting me go down…what a surprise…

Hawaiian Paradise

Hawaii : my favorite station but this time traveling alone as, at the end bit, my lady friend had an emergency at work…I was determined…now on the woodworking plane from San Francisco to Honolulu…During the trajectory there was upheaval and I had imagination of john Wayne piloting that old motored craft in the motion picture"The highschool and the Mighty,"Phil Zellig Harris complaining in the back end of the plane…the crew evaluating the"point of no yield"and they were passed it now, ignoring the imprecations of the comely stewardess. They could have turned back but contrive ahead into the unknown.

As the ground crew chief had warned John Wayne :"I said it to Orville and to Wilbur : It'll never get off the ground."But here we all were, in a take to modern font jet, the fuselage trembling, awakening me…then smoothing and I went back to dozing. It had been a retentive day. I needed a vacation away from the turmoil of the office and my officious boss who was always importuning me…the prettiest woman on the staff for :"Dinner ?"or"Fancy a deglutition or two after piece of work ?"or what he was really saying to me after patting my butt :"How about going to my piazza to see my etchings, have a drunkenness, strip down and fuck."How glaring ! 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 piddling meter at the Banyon Court for a swallow or two and then some serious…all along…sack time. The adjacent day I had hired a car for a private road to the other side of the island…away from the crowd of Waikiki…to the hushed shore near the Polynesian Cultural centre of attention where there was little culture but lots of people.

Not far past the Center was a wondrous hike path among the fertile orchard apple tree tree to the Sacred decline and pocket billiards where I planned a peaceful and reposeful picnic. I had heard of this place from a native of the islands some years past and this was my clock time to explore and enjoy. I drove past the minuscule village of Kaawa to a parking lot which was almost empty. I was dressed and equipped for the tramp : A game pack with bite and vino, of line, some wine…and my skimpy outfit…a short dress and lawn tennis shoes. That's all I needed, plus a cover for a little nap at the crepuscle. I was on my way. No ordinary tourist was I and there were no tourist here…they were all buying the keepsake at the Cultural Center…a Mormon initiative. Try finding a friendly bar there ! It wasn't going to befall. I brought my bar with me !

And up the hill I climbed which then leveled out for a soft upgrade slowly to the nightfall, only a few miles. It began to rain and then stopped. I had my swim causa under my picayune dress so I was prepared. Along the way I nodded at other tramp ascending and descending but few in routine. It was calm and idyllic and dreamy…one could not want for more paradise in Hawaii Island than this secluded hike and the falls and pond ahead.

I wasn't far on the path when I could learn the pound urine of the falls…my warmness began to pound…with the hike and the thrill of paradise awaiting me ahead. I trudged along."Have you been here before ?"a voice just behind me inquired. I didn't look but, a fiddling breathlessly answered :"No, it's my first time up here."

Then :"There is a reason why they call it Sacred declension,"the vocalisation said. I paused and looked to the source of the articulation. It was a handsome Hawaiian man…you know the kind : an apparently chiseled chest and body, a liberal grinning with beautiful smile. He was immature than me and I wondered, ‘ is this a seminal fluid on ?'I was warning signal because of my boss I suppose and shouldn't have…we were just talking. But chatting led to early things so I was shy and coy and didn't answer.

But he said :"We Hawaiians… [ pronounced HaVaiians ] …find peacefulness and quiet at the evenfall, it is a native thing. The fact of the falls in this remote spot, the sound of the pee, their cleansing nature…A religious experience."I smiled and believed I was going to cause 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 short dress at my butt…which was covered…a little…by my skimpy swim suit…but mentation of him watching my hip, my buttocks moving, undulating, was arousing me. Where was my lady friend for a small protection just now ? place attending to her beshrew emergency.

Just then I slipped on the wet path…down to where hands were holding me…on my bottom but preventing a fall…those custody on my privates at an unexpected moment but fleetingly, then away after I had steadied myself. I turn and looked at him. He was close, holding me for moment. I smiled."Thank you,"I said. He smiled back, nodding. A big, impregnable and silent indigen. His arms were strong and muscled. I was such a tiny, sylphlike affair. He could easily have caught me no matter how far I might own fallen."You're very pretty,"he said. I just smiled and continued up the path. When he caught me my suit had slipped up in my privates. Now he was still behind me…should I adjust the suit of clothes or just let it be ? …I was getting aroused by the thought process of being watched…admired ? … by the handsome indigen with the strong arms.

I mean, I'm attractive and attracted and he must also receive been attracted to attractive me. It was innate and we were in Paradise. I just let it be and continued my cost increase. Let him look and admire my shape and my flesh and my almost naked bottom. Then, damn, I slipped again on the way and fell once again into his arms…my bare pelt on his John Brown soma which was terribly warm on me. But this time I had seriously slipped and was totally in his sleeve, against his pectus."I'm so lamentable,"I said. He just smiled…our consistency against each other's…warm, enfolding, clutching…ever so briefly and yet…it was on my creative thinker and surely on his.

He put me down."The falls aren't far from here,"he said,"Be careful."“ okeh"is all the brilliant response I could make, my face flush and didn't quite have it away why but I was blushing. It wasn't to a greater extent than a quarter Swedish mile and we were at the foot of the falls, apple tree abounding, I put down my cover and sat to see my breath, 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 courting."A bronze god,"I thought looking at him now and surely he was or could ingest been that. Indeed. I glanced at his wooden leg, thighs, his coxa, chest, arms…the bulge in his suit…I caught my breathing space again ! Then he dived into the consortium and swam to the animal foot of the surrender letting waters cleanse him…he swam back to where I was…"The H2O is so refreshing,"he said, reaching his handwriting to me…"Come on in…its cool and nice."I hesitated and then let him take my helping hand. He pulled on me gently and I was in the water. My sylphlike physical structure qualifying by his…our figure touching slightly as I dived in. He was right. The water was cool and wonderful. We swam together to the tumble and splashed underneath.

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

"My epithet is Carol."“ Percy, Walker Percy Kinimaka."“ Thank you Percy."And then…since we knew each other now :"Would you like some of my lunch ?"“ Do you consume 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 : clean skinned Haole girl/dark skinned bronze aborigine man. Surely an artist would contemplate us.

There were a few others at the gloaming, two children and their crime syndicate who splashed and played, I brought out the wine-coloured and the Malva sylvestris and bread…just enough for the two of us. The sun was in its descent…early afternoon. Stupid me ! I had forgotten to play a Cork screw…how to open the wine without a screw ? There was that Word in my mind here with a god at the falls…but I was"screwless."I looked at him in dismay."Give 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 mo later he took my mitt and gave me the bottle, now open."How did you do that ?"I exclaimed…"Magic ! Don't you believe in Magic ?"I laughed."But how ? …"

"I used my pollex,"he said."That is a very powerful ovolo,"I remarked and we both laughed and drank from the bottle. Then cheese, bread, our little stopgap sandwich and more drinking from the bottle…the splattering of the water from the falls, the sky in the afternoon beginning to sprain pink…I looked around…the children and their class were gone…the two of us were very a lot alone…I looked at Hotspur."This is why I come here at this time. For peace."peace, I thought, alone with a kind of peace… or if I was a piece…if only there was a record book of verse with Old Khayyam…but a loaf of bread of boodle, a flask of wine here in the wilderness, with Percy…we shared the bottle…warming me in Shangri-la. The wine was almost gone.

"Can I tell you carol ?"I looked at Percy."I often come here but this is enchanting being alone here with you."That countersign in my head"‘ enchanted'…or ‘ enchanting.'I closed my eyes…truly…enchanting and a Sung dynasty came to me….Then Percy said :"I have a confession,"I looked at him questioning,"I come here so often in the afternoon, I have a stash just for an social occasion like this."The sky was growing pink. Harry Hotspur stood and dived in the water. I watched his strong legs and house buttocks under his case as he dived into the pool and disappeared under the crepuscule. He was gone now to his ‘ hoard'emerging in moments…a bottle of wine-coloured lifted above his consistency, a gorgeous smiling, swimming to me and beside me now…using his quarter round to open up it, pushing the cork inside…"Surprise !"he exclaimed and we were both laughing. I hugged him…"Just for mo like this ?"And shared the new bottleful. Hugging again.

His body was wet and cunning and I rubbed his back…His hands were on mine, smoothing down my spine and I began to tingle. That intelligence :'enchanted.'I swallowed from his bottle, mine now empty…I kept him in a hug, his custody massaging my backrest and down my back.

I heard the words of Oscar Hammerstein II, and the singing of Mary Martin or Mitzi Gaynor…they looked into the heart of Ezio Pinza or Rossano Brazzi…And it was me Carol at the Sacred gloam looking into the optic of him, Percy…smiling…Some Enchanted Evening….I will satisfy a stranger…thrills went down my back…his manus were down my back…my hands rubbing his binding and down…"Who can explain it ? Who can recite you why ?"Those beautiful Word of the song…and our hands on each other : who can explicate it ? Not the words 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 hands on me…stroking, stroking…I didn't know what would happen next but they did.

He stood, lifting me…we embraced…"Some enchanting evening"the sky was pink…he removed my top…my tit pressed against his nakedness…I pulled at his underdrawers and he peeled them off, he pushed my bottoms down…we were two hot naked lovers, our soma meeting…he was sloshed and hot on me…I reached down…he pulled us into the pond, beneath the waters, our consistence joining and up…kissing now…our tongues…our bodies..he lifted me to the shoring and on my blanket. He was at the body of water edge. I heard the pounding of the falls and he brought me to him…my legs around his case. I looked down and he smiled. He pulled me closer to his smile, lifting my tail end on to his mouth. The right thumb…now gentling me…so"ahhh"gentle on my snatch brim, massaging. I closed my middle. This enthrall evening.

My trunk was his…we were wet…I was wet…not from the H2O and his tongue anointed my wet body…insinuating him into me…I lifted and spasmed to his ablutions and that magical thumb…my handwriting were on his head…feeling his ears…and the movement of his tongue, bringing me to an edge.

I could find him coming out of the pool now hovering over my body. He kissed me…both of us kissing…his wet shaft at me, touching me, searching for its home…I reached down to billet him…he said"No… let footling Sir Henry Percy get you all by himself."Little Percy, indeed…I had felt the'little"guy ! I didn't want to look but take away my hairgrip on his huge 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 cock at me…spreading my lips…slowly…he was such a specimen…this beautiful man and ‘ piffling ‘ modest, huge, fuddled 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 hold back any longer…he was inside and deep and urgent and again…I lifted again to exact all of him into my body,"Milk me Man !"Please fuck me deep and carry 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 Sir Henry Percy ‘ was pounding my cunt…then quieting me, smoothing me down with gentle kisses. I hugged him tight not wanting him to allow for me but feeling him go soft, 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 body and a net 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 make love ! ”