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derriere persuasion Mirror, theatrical role I by phyllisroger

I used to take the air home from my after-school job…a couple miles or more…and in those days…of having my first job…I was enjoying my sexuality…my breast were copious and boys made me pay attending to myself with their smell and stares before I knew all about'things.'But by this clip, I was a little sr. and liked to show myself off to boys and my teachers…it made me feel important besides just being a good young woman with good grades.

It was still a very buck private matter : appearance and shew 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 former girls that I first heard about not wearing them. Little did the male child know when they admired me, there was only the fabric of my school frock separating their looks from something truly exceptional that would cause opened their center wide and make them bat their mouth. Just walking around that way aroused me young body.

But after work, in my sexy pantyless state, I would walk home base and think of school and my job and, in particular, the honest-to-god boy who also worked there. He had a small car and one day drove up alongside as I was walking place and asked to give me a ride…I said"for 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 seat for me as I jumped back in and sat in the niggling jump behind with my pegleg partly up and my dress draped high around them. I was scared he might have"had a look"but he didn't say anything and off we drove.

In a minute his dog jumped back on me and I pushed it away."That's okay…he the like people and won't bite. Just pet him behind the ears,"he said and I did. Doggie licked my cheek as I rubbed his ears and he sputter his pegleg around, pushing my dress down and exposing my legs. I pushed it back up but the doggie was enjoying his ears being rubbed, was very unrestrained and his manus fumbled all over me, messing my dress and even stepping on my privates !

I looked in my friend's rear view mirror and he was watching me make for with his dog. I saw his oculus staring at me and I smiled back as the dog was getting really friendly with me but I pushed him down on the fanny. There was little room in the can and he was finally sitting between my legs and panting…his doggie natural language going back and forth, slobbering on my dress so I pushed him down and away. Wrong thing to do !

I pushed him down between my peg and he licked my leg on one English and then the early and I was still rubbing his pinna as I was told. I looked in the rear view mirror. My Quaker's eyes were glued to the picture in his backward seat and I realized why. My dress was pushed to my waistline and he could see my nakedness underneath. I thought he would expect away and have me privacy but he didn't. He said :"Go ahead !"I didn't know what he meant but the doggie was still licking up my ramification and it felt good. I wanted more doggy slug and he was full of lick : the side of this leg, then that, and my friend staring. It was suddenly very quiet in the little car or was it that my ears were ringing ? I felt hot there in the plunk for buns with doggie, a licking tongue and those eye in the rear view mirror…watching.

He moved the mirror to a slant and I could see myself now and my genital organ and then the doggie at oeuvre and it was all very erotic to me just then. I laid my fountainhead back to catch my breathing spell. legal injury thing to do again ! Because then the doggie licked right on my pussy. This one big lap of his tongue was startling and then another lick…my organic structure 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 spread my lips for him…it was naughty…but I was aroused and wanted More beating 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 legs wider to show him everything I had. I was slender, with sizeable bosom and my twat was getting powdered ginger whisker and I felt lofty 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 shudder at my waist and my leg 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 was laid back, my optic were shut down and I peeked to see my friend gripping the wheel. He was breathing deeply too at the scene. I was dead of breath and gasping for air as the dog had his way with me. I was spending on his tongue…he was getting delirious with my mouthful. I hoped we'd never get domicile !"Ohhh ! Ohh ! Mmmm"I was murmuring as the heat at my waistline traveled along my body, my mamilla hard. Then the bow-wow slowed and finished and I was still dripping on the piffling seat and pushed him away. I couldn't take any more. That dog had made me cum severely on that juicy clapper and all in plain thought. I was still breathing hard as the car stopped. I was base. I straightened my dress.

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

Rear survey Mirror, share II

I got out of his car, petted the beautiful dog on his caput and spike, very diffuse cuddly pinna, and he licked my hand ;"dog slobber"on my mitt,"Yuk !"but when I walked into my house my genitals was still wet and dripping with his former"slobber"which made me thrill and Trotskyite past tense Mum to my room and get the nearest tissue to scavenge up. I sat on the bed, cleanup and touching and laid back ; my legs bare and cool and played with myself, still wetting up and came again quickly."Honey, come up down and serve with me with the white potato vine !"It was Mum and she broke the spell, putting on my scanty so I wouldn't drip, cleaning again and down to help with dinner party."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 succeeding day's drive, and you know the ride I mean.

But then there was school, which went very wearisome, and off to knead but the boy wasn't there so employment was a veridical pain in the ass and it wasn't until respective solar day later that he was back at work."I had to get my car repaired,"he said, smiling at me."I'll see you after work."My ticker skipped a cadence and the clock moved slow. It was pay day and I got my package :"Mum won't be back for a twosome more hours,"I said as I got in the car."Sit in back,"he said, Let's go down to the beach then and I'll still get you home on time."And off we went, me in the rearwards place again, he was already checking me out in his rear persuasion mirror and if some fille take awhile to get in the mood for fun it wasn't this young woman 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 capitulum was resting, my ears pounding when he stopped the car and I sat up, alert. We weren't at the beach yet and,"My friend needed a drive, too, and here he is."In the mood and now out of the climate just as quick as that his acquaintance got in the forepart and we all said"Hi"and off we went. Now I pushed the dog away from me and held his taking into custody making him sit beside and away from me ; he was just as illogical as was I at these developments. Talk about"three's a crowd"well we had a crowd and a dog and a dangerous turn off but I didn't say anything and we were at the beach, parked on a low drop-off but where I could learn the moving ridge and the mewlling chump with their piercing cries.

"I brought some snacks and thing,"my body of work friend 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 ears at that remark but what was I to do. I was in the punt tooshie of a two door car. I had nowhere to go and had all kinds of expectations but now, none at all.

We all shared some kickshaw and a crapulence and the dog was squirming and trying to get out of my handle."He's anxious,"he said,"just let him relax and see what he does. We all want to watch him."So there I was, my body ready, my mind not so much and he was licking my calf and my genu and above my genu and two boys in the figurehead 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 second boy even if HE was make for a show but the dog was sure ready and randy and this metre he was humping my leg, licking my case, then trying to nuzzle me and I was being watched by four center in the front seat and I was breathing hard now, cheeks red, ears ringing, gulls crying and my body crying for that dog no matter where I was and suddenly I didn't care who was watching.

It was a hot scene. Then it wasn't just the dog turncock that was out but two more stiff cocks were out and everyone was petting everyone it seemed…the new boy climbed in the back seat and kissed me, taking 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 fear, I surprised myself and was stroking cock, opening my twat for the dog with my other paw, and dog was at me with his poor fish, grand, wet, longsighted spit all over me there and everything was dreamy in my head and soundbox, my legs were tingly and alive, like the boy's stiff stopcock,"Don't stoppage,"he said,"Ohh, just like that, don't, don't layover,"and he lifted his butt and dart his cum in the air landing on the dog's back but I kept at him until he was limp. Then he just held my hand and slumped in the seat, so it was my turn now to spill the beans to my dog and his natural language was up me and out and around and inside again, I opened my center and there was our number one wood wanking himself and spending on the steering wheel, the dog was licking my ambrosia and humping his dick toward me as I kept pushing him off…but I scooted down for more spit and there were paw on my legs, then a hired hand on the dog's rooster guiding it to me, hitting at my cunt sassing, wetting me more but he was one mad canine at this decimal point poking at a very excited girl's dead 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 tart pointy thing missing the mug, stabbing away."Scoot down more ; go up up a slight ; don't vamp an animal."“ No ! Don't,"I said but lifted up more. My ears were full moon and I scooted down ; this metre he didn't Miss and I felt this smooth stopcock twinge again but thrust sliding inside and I had set the dog on fire, pounding me inside, again and again. I was on attack, lifting and writhing on this knifelike thing ; we were joined and"No, don't"had become"No, don't stop."The nates view mirror showed me startled oculus like they were in a trance, I knew my whole body was holding, waiting for another stab and another and I was hearing words like the boy ‘ s :"Don't full point. Please don't, don't check. Just there just there, Ohh, ohh."Words wouldn't come ; licking my sass, trying to breath, tasting the salt air, the boy petting my thighs, holding the dog at me, bringing me off again, bringing all four of us off.

As we were driving back there was no conversation and I tried to straighten and shine my wearing apparel, hoping Mum hadn't come home early. I needed a tub ; I was still in a swither, 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 sentence thing."I said."I'm not that kind of girl."And mentation, wondering, about the next drive home."Bye !"and the two of them drove off, me finally at home, still breathless, wet and astonished. They didn't believe me. Why would they. I didn't believe myself. I had my pay mail boat and had a new shorter dress in mind and it would be easier to plagiarize for things.



Not just my toes got attention !

I loved to get ready for Saturday night and as a young lady friend showing off my"merchandise"at the topical anesthetic dance which meant for me a lot of primping with my pilus, my fingernails nicely painted with my toes to pair and I spent near of the day getting make for the night : laying out my clothes, what I would wear ( and not wear ! I was a sexy thing and didn't wear a everlasting outfit if you get my hint ). My routine : a thorough bath and after that, my body all radiant, a pedicure.

Mum and sister were out for their own Sabbatum routines and I was alone in the house to pamper and plume myself. I had a particular date 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 dancing, luck of kissing and cuddling and thinking about Sat night got me going in ways even during the day.

Our house was hush with everyone else gone and after my bathing tub I was toweled and squatting on a low stool painting my fingers and now my toes. Everything had to match : fingerbreadth, toes, hair ribbon setting off my dress. My pes in a pan of warm water, knees up and sitting on the stool, my little doggie nearby, tongue out as usual, walking to my pan of water, sniffing around, looking up as I patted his head word and began to trim my toenails, doggie licking my finger and sniffing my toes when I took a foundation from the warm water, I patted his foreland and stroked his soft 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 privates, radiant from the bath, and there for the existence to see but I was alone and secret, pretty a lot alone, legs apart to dependable reach my feet, my toes closed together, the sass of my cunt closed but my genitalia open so I could get at my feet, doggie set for head-patting, bridge player thrashing, me thought process of my date at the dance that night, totally sportsmanlike from my bath, but thinking of what date and I would be doing and feeling in dark corners of the dance mansion and afterward when he would play with me and I would"dance"my body on his handwriting, how his finger would surely get me hot and make me cum as he fingered my kooz, that he would whisper in my ear and kiss my mouth and distinguish me how pretty I am and how he loved my raw cunt ; that he was beaming I wasn't"fully"dressed for our fun.

And doggie sensing something in me, scenting something, as I was dreaming of the dance and all and gave no thinking to his soft doggie head, his licking doggy tongue on my handwriting 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 olfactory organ 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 nozzle again that shocked me but doggie had my perfume and wanted more than, his scent slipping all along my kooz from bottom up to top and I gasped when he slid up to the top and that cold nozzle on my keister sent a thrill like it was my escort 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 innocent dog or me and my pedicure but that cold nose was unexpected and shocking and brought intellection of Saturday Night to the here and now and I wasn't ready yet I thought. It was this strange thing in my mind and I was alone, it was quiet, my Mum and sisters wouldn't be back anytime soon ; pooch looked detriment when I pushed him off, his eyes looked sad and would I let him"nose me"again ?

I wasn't easy. I was a good missy but his cold nose was exciting my crotch and it was our very private thing ; who would know ; the kitchen was quiet except my ears were ringing ; then doggie's wet cold nozzle was back on my prick spreading my backtalk apart with another shocking slide. My legs opened more as ramification will and that insensate olfactory organ from butt to top, sliding up my wet dent, hitting my button, sending a shock and I put my hand on his forefront, this time petting his nose, his thrilling nose and then that tongue, up the bulwark of my slit again,"soundly doggie,"this time, getting me wet, his natural language had my taste and he was at it.

It was too recently for me to stop ; I wanted this now ; I was retiring thinking, it was too juicy, too good and exciting and forbidden all together, lingua and seat now in controller. I was dancing in my creative thinker feeling in effect things. My towel slipped off and I was smoothing my knees and down my legs, spreading my lips for my shake up doggie and his anxious knife, making me pass, licking up my spend and I was petting his pinna, lifting his backtalk on me. His tongue was dipping inside my cunt for more and I was hot at my center ; my body was throbbing now as his cold nose and hot tongue were bringing me off like no day of the month had ever done at any dance or in any dark corner, my toes curling up, and here in the middle of my quiet kitchen I could hear my date whispering as I came and came, this time not on his digit, as he was holding my brass. This time coming on a offspring doggie's tongue 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 sports stadium, both of us panting. I looked down at my feet, easing them down in the weewee and finally cooling down from my thrilling pedicure. Sat night had come early. I knew I was guilty of this but had the right to remain soundless even with the resonance still loud in my spike and making me grin, licking my lips.

A Vow Broken…or Was it ?

It wouldn't happen these days but when my beau and I started dating there were different principle : condoms were tough to happen, virginity was of import, daily sex was for ‘ other'people, etc., etc. So it is no surprise that when Brett and I started getting grievous we made sacred promise to each other including :"no sex before matrimony"though we loved each early. And, you know, being ripe Thomas Kid we stuck to it. I mean, after we began dating he kissed me on our third date ( another old rule ) and then we graduated to other 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 small resistance act at maiden, to taunt him…it felt so full to induce his hand on me there, his fingers getting slippery from me…and then I was unzipping him…heavy petting during and after a appearance at the drive-in…It was the first set up cock I had seen, or stroked or kissed…I learned all about cocks and how to embrace, kiss, caress, score it wet…then he got me to lap up him. He showed me all about my torso but we still kept our promised to hold back 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 waitress. We had taken the Vow !

One night we were at a party at a Quaker's planetary house and we daughter got to talking…the boys on another incline 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 insight. Of course, his stiff turncock had penetrated my backtalk and his fingers had penetrated my wet snatch and …I loved it when we did that…but no cock penetrating cunt…and we were proud of that but there it was…the incursion word…we were abstaining from that one, penultimate, thing…indulging in the sleep. Later I told Brett about our conversation and we both agreed to go on 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 workweek after the party, Bret and I went on a doubled date and drove to the beach. We had a couple six packs…we weren't nail prudes…and sat on the grit on blankets my girlfriend brought and we were soon drinking, laughing, kissing, intuitive feeling and all…Brett was under my dress, inside my step-in 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 great ?"With all the kissing, breathing and fingering I didn't notice when my girlfriend and her day of the month got up and stood over us…just shadows… My girlfriend said :"We're going to birth an interposition for you two budgerigar,"and then her young man announced :"Right here…right now !"I didn't know what to think or say…

My pegleg shot together ; I pushed my dress down, Brett stopped what he was doing. I felt threatened."No…"I said,"We're not having an intervention."Her boyfriend responded :"Oh yes we are…Enough of this lightheaded 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 interpreter :"Yeh…you guys…this vow stuff is shop !"

It was two former guys who were at the party a few workweek before…I was shocked and a trivial affright. 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 bearing here, you two idiots. Brett's girlfriend is one hot biddy and I've wanted to make love her myself,"the voice in the dark said. I tried to see his side but everything was shadows. And the undulation were pounding…the sand in my toes. There was moonlight and cloud and the pounding of the waves and my head was throbbing."There's a time for fucking,"he said…"that time is now !"

I started to fend but hands 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 metre to cease up what you started !"I was scared and looked at Brett, still beside me, asking :"What do we do now ?"

I was looking for assistant but Brett was silent. What an dickhead ! I think he liked the whole scene…I thought he might even induce planned it…"This wasn't my idea, honest,"he said. He was still a suspect ! And now there were handwriting, caboodle of hands, holding my wrists above my head and grabbing my stage at the ankles, holding them apart, my dress at my waistline, my genitals only protected by my wet panties…I was prone and twisted away…they pulled me back."aid !"I said. The waves pounded against the auditory sensation of my interpreter."You can't do this ! Stop !"

Brett was outnumbered and helpless at this pointedness. I didn't know what to do…screaming was a waste on that isolated beach. The wave were tatty in my ears…the sky overcast…I couldn't see any stars. No moon and I was being held by substantial guys…my lady friend was no help…she whispered to me :"No one's going to hurt you,"she said with a soft, reassuring feel. Her deal were on me ; she pulled up my dress…took down my step-in. I was now open to the world. I was scared…but I knew I wouldn't be hurt…at the forged I would get fucked…how bad could it be ? But I wasn't going to be easy and tried to squirm away."God ! What a dead body,"one guy said.

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

I was in the unfluctuating bag of guys who were filled with lust…lust for my body…I was pulsing and frightened at it all but, yes, I was also full of lust on the blanket, at the beach, with the sounds of nature…my body naked…legs spread…I felt the air cooling and also exciting me…I squirmed again…then :"I want to get down and drub that matter,"said yet another and I felt a mouth on my short virginal cunt…I flexed…a hot tongue licking up one face and then up the other…a cold wind moving on my clit…which stiffened to the lingua and I squirmed again but this time, spontaneously, it felt so good…I fought the feeling…didn't want my consistence to respond but it did. I dug my bottom into the blanket but two handwriting lifted my coffin nail cheeks…thumbs spreading me. This had to stop. The air was cool, waves were licking the shoreline…the drubbing of my twat was continuing. I tried to move to one side, then the former, my legs being held, and squeezed my pussy but the licking…Oh God…that knife ! Hands lifting me up…the licking continued. 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 representative said, between licks…and oh that damned nose lifting my clit…I couldn't assistant it. I just couldn't. It was feeling good and I didn't want anyone to do it. I was thrashing my school principal from side to side…"No…don't"I said but now I was just mumbling. His helping hand was on my venter, pulling my skin back…lifting my clit…a nose, a thumb…it was too, too good. I couldn't help myself and lifted for More of his grand tongue.

His tongue was slipping in me and along my cunt walls as I twisted from side of meat 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 to the lowest degree ‘ TRY'to do something…we could run to the…"uh, unh, uh"my physical structure said to me and I tried not to discover it. It came again, with the waves,"Uh, UH, UH, OH"I spasmed. The beach was cheap and alive with water rushing in, rushing out ; my flavour were rushing the same…my boldness hot, blushing. I hoped they couldn't see me. He pushed on my tum, licking harder…in an dreadful, 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 fucking wet !"It was true…I was.

I tried once more than to squirm away and I slipped from his grasp on my cunt sass but only briefly as he encircled my leg with his weapons system, lifting me for serious tonguing…I was captured…no way out…"UH, OH !"but I was not getting away from him this clip. I was in lust…beginning to relax, wanting this violation…and lifted now, arching subject for his tongue and my former captor sensing my lust, released my articulatio radiocarpea. My girlfriend whispered Scripture 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 yen for more.

My hands went to the head of this licking bastard at my waist and I rode that face…writhing on his mouth as Wave were pulsing inside me now. Suddenly he stopped."She's ready guys !"he said…"My spit's tired ! Jesus !"I started to relax a niggling, my wet pussy open to the night but my ankles were still held…my bridge player covered my privates and for the low metre I realized how wet I was…I had never been that wet…I was embarrassed and looked into the sullen shadows of these guys and my girlfriend…but I hadn't cum yet…it had felt beneficial but my consistence 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 poise air was on my bitch lips..inside I was bursting and hot.

"ejaculate 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 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 lease a turn at her…she's ready…so let's go."Brett looked at me, at my eyes, I looked back…my wooden leg being held and paste open…my pussycat hot and drippage, my mental state of matter confused and hot…and I do mean HOT ! We loved each other ; we were going to marry some day…why were we putting it off ? I was confused, doubting, questioning my future hubby and his resolve…I laid my head back, closed my eyes…It was true : I was hot, and ready and aching…

"Make up your mind, guy,"it was the phonation holding one of my legs. I looked up, Brett looked at me, lying there, about to be ravished by others…or Him…what to do. I shook my promontory :"No !"I said, but just gumming. I could see he was weakening. He was so openhanded, 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 move. We had promised each former, respective clock time and here we were…them or him…I just closed my heart again."I don't want to,"Brett said from the trace."I don't want you to do anything. I love her. Just leave us alone."

import passed…I heard a zipper…zippers ? …and then felt someone getting between my legs…I stared up at the dark sky…my hands over my genitalia, men taking my articulatio radiocarpea away from my hot consistency, exposing me again, pushing them back over my head word. I felt move between my legs and a tight dick thrust at me, I looked up at Brett, standing there, looking down….then someone held my wrist, firmly, I was open and ready…more jabbing at my pussy then spreading my pussy lips…the shadowed name knelt close…"It's him or me,"said the guy between my legs…"One last chance…make your alternative, Brett…it's you or me…you're quick and so am I."I looked at him and then at Brett…"Brett,"I grunted…"Please service me."I didn't know if he heard me with all the moving ridge pounding…my point pounding.

The waves were loud. I hoped he heard the despair in my voice. I waited. I was numb and closed my eyes again. I didn't have to wait long as I felt a cock Menachem Begin teasing my pussy mouth but then it moved away ... my hands still held away from my privates…I felt dizzy, confused. I wanted pricking. I waited. I was so incredibly hot, willing, vulnerable…not scared…wanting…there was more motility on the blanket and then :

A dick was pressing at me, teasing again, massaging my puff up rim. I kept my eyes shut, listening to the waves, the pricking was playing at me, over and over, and I was hungry for it and flexed…I wanted to feel what a material slit was like inside me…not just one of my dildos I enjoyed.

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

I was a absorbed to my body, mind and captors…whoever it was inside me was taking it slow…milking. But wait ! This wasn't my comrade ‘ gentlewoman'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 affair inching into me was awful…I lifted as it squeezed inside…stretching me, exploring, the guy cable released my articulatio radiocarpea, sensing now my willingness…it was hurting me and I reached for it…my hands were at my waist, smoothing my legs…feeling my tomentum, my clit…this hot thick cock…I outlined it with my fingernails…I wanted this…opening myself more…they released my legs…my fingers touching on this awful, wonderful thing that began stroking inside…each time going deeper…hands lifting my bottom…I wanted all of the pricking and stroke and fucking…feeling it move in and out of me…"OH !"I exclaimed as he hit into me.

It was my crook to tease…fingers on each side of meat of the monster…wetting our genitalia with our fluids…I stroked the position of his tool…balls hitting me. I was churning from slope to side…his breather on me. Brett was at my ear, whispering"I didn't want this. I love you darling."I could only grunt and gum and aerodynamic 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 lust and was humping on this bang-up 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 moving ridge were swirling on the beach, in my brain, washing through my twat, to all of me. My ankles were released, and I was holding this body, this nifty shaft, bucking with it."OH ! OH !"Then the globe went quiet…slowly the wonderful shaft softened and withdrew.

I didn't want it to leave behind and I squeezed to hold it but it slipped out. Then there were former putz and more cuddling and licking…I had turned on all the guys with my rage ... I was weak and couldn't resist…I wanted more, I did…my cunt ached for more…more and more fucking on the beach, on the blanket, in the shadow, I wanted more cock-milking of my organic structure and soul. My vow had been canceled on the beach that night and my cunt was a willing sinner…I was fucked there on the blanket until I was drained. Brett held my manus and stroked my second joint 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 lunar time period was receding, the Wave more upstage. I put my head on his shoulder and reached to his waistline to feel if it was him who was first to have me. It had been so dingy and my lust so vivid I wasn't sure. His cock stiffened with my stroking. I measured it with my manus around it, wondering, but not saying. It felt like that very first cock but I wasn't an expert.

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

"By Brett ?"I asked. She just smiled. Brett was such a son of a bitch but I loved him. Someday I would find oneself out if it was his…the huge low putz I mean. I would remember the size of it…I couldn't delay to find out.

The Pub Wall…what a surprise, Part I

I was a gratifying vernal affair, recently married and with a little minor who mainly stayed with my Mom while I was at work…hubby often gone for weeks, sometimes a month, as he made a well livelihood supporting us…I was too immature to have a child, in my mind…I was just barely 21, full of hormone, didn't want more children…one was enough…joy but weight along therewith…you know what I mean. Days at home, no husband, boredom, a job was the affair and my Mom loved caring for the youngster.

I was a good miss but often steamy. 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 examen room to ruminate what was so rum about the enquiry. So puritanical and proper but got wet easily and significant and now with a youngster.

I got a job. Wouldn't you ? A little walk around money and something to do…people to meet, like, shall I say, Johnnie. We sold, or rather, rented TV's and data processor and things…pay as you go but have them now…for people with little credit…Johnnie would walk me home sometimes and flatter me along the way…"Do you know how people look at you ?"No, I didn't, but he would secern me…how my long auburn hairsbreadth was gorgeous…how I made men wrick around and spirit at my haircloth and legs and my ass…how I was"hot."And so, working twenty-four hours would pass and the base on balls home were more fun than work.

One Nox he told me he'd buy me a drink on the way home…I arranged for shaver to be with Mom overnight…that day I wore a shorter doll than usual…combed my pilus until it really shined…we were going to a pub…have a drink and then he would, as usual, take the air me abode but what a surprise was in stock for me that dark along the low wall outside the pub.

Oh, I knew Johnnie was just a flattering young feller who meant no harm…I was a married fair sex with a young baby. But he knew hubby was gone for periods…I guessing he knew about hormones and Edward Young girls…he could never reckon how I got so wet at times…how I made that give suck laugh with my question…and the other girls at workplace saw him paying attending to me and would assure me things :"picket out for Johnnie,"they would titter,"walking you home is just the first of things."I didn't know what the"thing"were…he was nice to me. I would bump out about"things"and"low Pub walls"that night.

All I could recollect of that day was the"after work"part…it was a Friday…a weekend ahead…and I would be paid on Friday…so finally it was that time and Johnnie and I walked from the office to the pub…it was early Fall…a warm evening and the crickets were mad in their celebration…we sat at a table and he brought a pint of lager and a methamphetamine of T. H. White wine for me…it was things about work and the multitude we worked with and the wine was warm going down…I didn't know why I was uneasy but I surely was.

Johnnie told me of his married woman and how she never had fourth dimension for him…how they argued a lot and then he began to talk about sex and how he got no sex at home and went on about his wife and she didn't like"fucking"and that was a startling discussion for me. Men didn't talking about"fucking"when they talked to me…but the word was exciting to me…I felt myself getting wet. It was so very strange that just a man using that word could make me wet…my skin was warm…my whole body was warm…Johnnie brought me another glass of wine to go with his pint and continued on about his wife and, then that word again :"fucking"and if it was the wine or the Bible or how he looked at me or when I noticed some men at the bar looking at me…I shivered…I pressed my legs together…wrong matter to do just then…I was wet and squeezing my ramification sent me more shivers…so I swallowed some wine and felt a picayune dizzy about it all…this man, those men at the bar, squeezing my leg, getting that thrill…my hubby gone now various weeks…I wished he was home tonight…I'd tell him to"fuck me."I wouldn't say it out loud…I was a well girl…but I'd surely whisper it in his ear when he gave me a hug.

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

What I didn't know was my"limits."I was faithful to my husband and my baby and was not going to be unfaithful. I was sure enough of that. It was very hot in the pub and I waited for Johnnie to finish his pint and pay the bill. I was looking forward to Sabbatum good morning and going shopping in town…it would be a beautiful day…it was warm this even and surely be a squeamish morning…those men at the bar…looking…and Johnnie and all his squeamish words and the"fucking"word lingered in my creative thinker and I was thinking of fucking just now. I went to the lady to refresh up…my case 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 more shivers…my lip 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 nighttime to the bar keep…the men at the bar gave us…me…a terminal smiling and wave…and off we popped. It was very dark 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 full phase of the moon on the lips…his tongue 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 top dog back and he looked me in the eyes, smiling…his coat of arms were around my waistline."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 young lady saying :"…walking home with Johnnie is just the start of things…"Johnnie's lip was on me again…I was wet again…as his glossa 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 silence along the pub wall except for crickets…I kissed him back and licked inside his mouth…I shouldn't have taken off my panties I thought…I was very wet again and maybe the young lady were right :"…it was just the start of things…"I was a good girlfriend but my body was being bad…his breath on my face…my breath on his…my tongue on his…I felt dizzy…the night was cool down 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 of honor again. I wasn't going to"fuck"him and told him"No."But his tongue 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 hands, I pushed on his shoulders but our waists were aligned…my bottom on the wall his waist pressing against me. I looked to be sure we were alone.

I heard him unzip and he was around my waist again…moving between my legs and I felt the textile of his drawers against them…pushing and spreading them…"Please Johnnie,"I said again but it was not a"please don't"it was too late for that as I felt his soma now…it was hot and the night was cool and I said just a very weak…a hoping and willing"please, Johnnie"as I knew I was wet, that my"pussy"was wet and ready…I didn't say that word…I imagined my"cunt"and it was ready for his cock as I felt his tegument against my skin and I looked around, the pub noise and the nighttime noise, and praying we wouldn't be interrupted…I wanted him to"fuck"my"twat"…we were both hot and wet and ready for"fucking."

I reached under my skirt…he wasn't in me yet…I took clutch of his cock which was hot and tricky and I held it and looked at him…he was looking right into me…I was on that wall…"Please Johnnie !"I whispered, pleadingly now…."fuck me !"His putz was not as long as hubby's but it seemed very stocky and he pressed against me and I felt the head cattle farm my lips…he almost hurt me but I loved this bit of pain…he slipped inside and my slit adjusted to this thick pole of a cock…I wanted dismission. I wanted fucking…even international 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 cryptical and I felt his shank on my waist…his hairs on mine..finally I was impaled on his thick 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 cunt, his cock, our ventilation, and then I grabbed at his neck opening and his waist pulling him tight as he fucked into me and I fucked him back…I couldn't get enough of that thick hot dick until I was finished and came and was cool again and he lifted me down off that low pub wall…I had gotten off… and we walked home…his cum oozing down my thighs…I was so glad I could go home to an empty house, clean myself up and woolgather about low pub walls…and, for Johnnie and me…it was just the"start of things."Delicious sexy things as you will see.

The Pub Wall…Part II…we got started

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

But I did go to work on, did wait Johnnie in the eyes…he smiled and it was like he was petting my puss ! I was instantly wet and looked away…he was a naughty boy and just his flavour made me hot…I envisioned him kissing me against the Pub Wall, unzipping, that very compact peter, spreading me, fucking me and making me come and come…so I did look him in the optic and smiled back…I know it was wrong…I was a married woman with a small small fry and, also, my married man was often gone for a longsighted metre. What is a Edward Young woman to do except…well…I did things after they got started…it was all Johnnie's fault, you know, if he hadn't befriended me, walked me home, bought me a drinking at the pub, put me on the wall…fucked me…Oh God ! Did he ever fuck me good and strong and made me tremble and restrain him in a death's traction and want him to never leave my body…my cunt was starved for his cock…"roll in the hay me Johnnie,"it said…and my pussy wanted it more…it was a blessing to my body…my dead body craved these things…so what was I to do…a superpower had come into my life…its public figure was Johnnie…thick turncock, hot, Johnnie. His wife came to meet him after 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 abode by myself that night and looked at myself in the privy mirror…my hair and my mouth that he had devoured…took off my work clothes and stood in front of the mirror…for the first time…admiring myself. husband never said I was really reasonably, 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 George H.W. Bush and my ginger hair and feeling how wet I was at just the thought of his cock in me…I was a good girl but never as good or clean as when I was coming on Johnnie's thick cock when it was fucking me…I went to sleep and dreaming again of the low pub wall and"just the head start of things."I was hoping wife wouldn't picking him up after workplace again…it was my turn

And so it was…more confidential smiles…I thought it might occur sooner and dressed for the effect. I wore a short annulus and a pretty blouse that showed me a little more than usual and I walked down the street after work, alone…just as Johnnie told me…so there wouldn't be more than whisper or giggles…he was around the corner in his little car…I jumped in and off we went…we had bucket seats so I couldn't credit crunch against him…"damn"I thought."Let's ride to the shoreline,"he said,"there's a pretty spot."And so we drove and he reached for my hand…I scooted down in my seat and it was growing morose but there was a moon this night and I began to see its reflexion 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 Moon shimmering in the waves…he reached and held my hand…it was so quiet and peaceful…Johnnie and I were in a special shoes this Night after work…and he kissed me…just kind of a peck on my face and then on my lips and then that pillock lingua inside my mouth, moving around and around and I thought what else he could do with his moving knife. I had heard of tonguing and all but didn't know what that was…hubby and I were strictly the old forge way and then to sleep…covers over us and both sleeping…but Johnnie…the girls said :"walking me household was just the scratch"and so it was that Nox at the sea…waves, moonlight, spit and then…

"relocation 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 naughty girl, this night…I dressed that morning without knickers…had felt hot and wet all day at work…hoping no one would notice…there was a man who sat opposite my desk who was always giving me the eye…and ducking under his desk to front at my legs…he was a strange fellow but even he excited Whitney Moore Young Jr. and beautiful me…I saw him duck under the desk pretending to foot 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 look at my fanny…I was naughty but you should get seen the looking at on his face ! I loved it…letting him look at my cunt…just the view had made me hot and wet…and here I was with Johnnie Hot…my pet name for skilful old Johnnie…

Johnnie Hot and what was his succeeding trick…it wasn't long for me to rule out…he pulled me over to him and the steering rack but I didn't get all the way over before he stopped me and began to kiss and pet me…telling me how pretty I was and I just poured down. In my mind I saw his hands on my stage and felt them, too, moving along my thighs…"You're so unbelievable,"he said,"and your peg are smooth."He ran along my second joint, back and forth, and to the heart of me…petting my cunt…"Your cunt is flabby and wet,"he said…it all agitate me…I knew his fingerbreadth were wet with me…I wanted his cock and reached for him…he was stiff…I unzipped his pants and released his duncical 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 cheating 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 soil and sexy and hot and pretty and wanted to know my surprisal. I didn't postponement long.

He lifted my doll 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 seat and in between, the console and gearing duty period knob full-strength up…it was my surprise…"That's your surprisal,"he said…"Sit down."I looked at him and didn't know what to do…he put his work force 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 gearing shift…Now I knew what was my surprise…but the knob was just a thing…"Sit down on it,"he said and urged me down and down and my back talk were so wet it was easy to include this knob…"Sit down,"he demanded and it was so easy…the boss spread my lips…as had his thick cock…I slid gradually down, down on the knob…It eased up into me and I was finally on the console table and the knob completely inside…after Johnnie on the low pub paries 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 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 boss job wasn't doing it…it was just a form of nice affair 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 locomotive and the knob came awake, inside me, moving about, vibrating and scaring me…I tried to nobble off but Johnnie held me down…his hands firm on my shoulders…I relaxed a little and let him accommodate me down and he was kissing me again and his hands were all over my breasts and rubbing my second joint and the engine was running…but the geartrain shift knob deep inside, and on which I was sitting, was vibrating on me…He kept kissing and I sat there enjoying his spit and his manus on me and the vibe inside and then…then…there was the surprise…my trunk was feeling all this…all the vibration was touching me now…it wasn't just touching my cunt but making me feel all over my cunt sass and my second joint and up and down my thighs…my articulatio genus were watery and Johnnie was whispering lousy things to me and my body was riding this matter inside setting me on fire and my ears were full…I heard the waves at the shore and closed my eyes…I couldn't see the moonlight…the light was inside me…straddling this surprising thing…I grabbed Johnnie's chief 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 star and moonshine and pack in my ears…finally he turned off the engine…I was still churning, going, coming…trembling and on that knob which was making me purr and come and whirr some more. He was kissing and licking me…petting me…bringing me down…please lend me down…I was so gone…so wonderfully gone…needing to come down and he just held me and split 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 position but this clip traveling alone as, at the last second, my girlfriend had an emergency at work…I was determined…now on the plane from San Francisco to Honolulu…During the flight of stairs there was turbulence and I had visions of trick Wayne piloting that old motored craft in the moving picture"The High and the Mighty,"Phil Harris complaining in the buttocks of the plane…the gang evaluating the"point of no issue"and they were passed it now, ignoring the imprecation of the decorous stewardess. They could bear turned back but forged ahead into the unknown.

As the ground crew chief had warned Wayne :"I said it to Orville and to Wilbur : It'll never get off the ground."But here we all were, in a fancy modern jet, the fuselage trembling, awakening me…then smoothing and I went back to dozing. It had been a long day. I needed a vacation away from the turmoil of the office and my officious boss who was always importuning me…the prettiest woman on the staff for :"dinner party ?"or"fantasy a drunkenness or two after employment ?"or what he was really saying to me after patting my butt joint :"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 carpenter's plane landed, we all were on the WikiWiki bus off for our baggage and me to my way at the Moana…a little prison term at the Banyon judicature for a drink or two and then some serious…all along…sack time. The next day I had hired a car for a drive to the early side of the island…away from the crowds of Waikiki…to the quiet shores near the Malayo-Polynesian Cultural Center where there was little culture but lots of people.

Not far past the center field was a howling hiking route among the fertile orchard apple tree Tree to the Sacred Falls and Pool where I planned a peaceful and relaxing picnic. I had heard of this place from a indigene of the islands some years past and this was my time to explore and enjoy. I drove past the little settlement of Kaawa to a parking lot which was almost empty-bellied. I was dressed and equipped for the hike : A backwards ring with snacks and wine, of course of action, some wine…and my skimpy outfit…a short apparel and tennis skid. That's all I needed, plus a blanket for a little nap at the dusk. I was on my way. No average tourist was I and there were no tourist here…they were all buying the token at the Cultural Center…a Mormon enterprise. Try finding a friendly bar there ! It wasn't going to happen. I brought my bar with me !

And up the Hill I climbed which then leveled out for a gentle raise slowly to the capitulation, only a few Roman mile. It began to rain and then stopped. I had my swim suit under my small wearing apparel so I was prepared. Along the way I nodded at former hikers ascending and descending but few in number. It was restrained and idyllic and dreamy…one could not want for more paradise in Hawaii Island than this secluded hike and the surrender and pond ahead.

I wasn't far on the path when I could listen the pounding urine of the falls…my philia 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 wonder. I didn't look but, a little breathlessly answered :"No, it's my 1st time up here."

Then :"There is a grounds why they call it Sacred waterfall,"the voice said. I paused and looked to the source of the voice. It was a handsome Hawaiian man…you know the kind : an apparently chiseled bureau and trunk, a broad grin with beautiful grinning. He was untried than me and I wondered, ‘ is this a seminal fluid on ?'I was brisk because of my boss I suppose and shouldn't have…we were just talking. But chatting led to other thing so I was shy and coy and didn't answer.

But he said :"We Hawaiians… [ pronounced HaVaiians ] …find peace and tranquility at the spill, it is a indigen matter. The fact of the falls in this remote home, the phone of the piss, their cleansing nature…A religious experience."I smiled and believed I was going to give a spiritual experience…IF left alone. And I walked on, ahead of him, up some steep portions…him behind me and I was envisioning him walking behind, under my butt…looking up my short wearing apparel at my butt…which was covered…a little…by my skimpy swim suit…but cerebration of him watching my coxa, my buttock moving, undulating, was arousing me. Where was my lady friend for a little protective cover just now ? dwelling attending to her blamed emergency.

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

I mean, I'm attractive and attract and he must also possess been attracted to attractive me. It was lifelike and we were in Paradise. I just let it be and continued my hike. Let him bet and admire my shape and my bod and my almost au naturel bottom. Then, tinker's damn, I slipped again on the route and fell once again into his arms…my bare skin on his brown flesh which was terribly warmly on me. But this fourth dimension I had seriously slipped and was totally in his arms, against his chest."I'm so sorry,"I said. He just smiled…our soundbox against each other's…warm, enfolding, clutching…ever so briefly and yet…it was on my brain and surely on his.

He put me down."The pin aren't far from here,"he said,"Be careful."“ Okay"is all the brilliant reply I could make, my face charge and didn't quite know why but I was blushing. It wasn't to a greater extent than a quarter mile and we were at the understructure of the falls, apple Tree abounding, I put down my blanket and sat to catch my breath, putting aside my knapsack.

He was standing near."Are you going into the pool,"he asked."In a minute,"I said. He disrobed and now was in a hide 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 pegleg, thighs, his hips, chest, arms…the protuberance in his suit…I caught my breath again ! Then he dived into the pool and swam to the groundwork of the evenfall letting waters cleanse him…he swam back to where I was…"The water is so refreshing,"he said, reaching his bridge player to me…"Come on in…its cool and nice."I hesitated and then let him adopt my hand. He pulled on me gently and I was in the water. My lithe body passing by his…our frame touching slightly as I dived in. He was right. The weewee was cool and wonderful. We swam together to the downslope and splashed underneath.

Then I swam back to my blanket. He lifted me up. Those strong bridge player on my shank lifting me easily to where my cover and dejeuner were. I climbed up…showing him my underside again…why was I always displaying myself to him ? But that was what was happening…he pushed me slightly until I found my terms and then sat on my blanket."That was decent,"I said. He smiled.

"My gens is Carol."“ Hotspur, Harry Hotspur Kinimaka."“ Thank you Percy."And then…since we knew each early now :"Would you like some of my lunch ?"“ Do you induce enough ?"he asked…"We'll find out…come and sit with me,"and he did. We must have looked like a subject area in a still life : white skinned Haole girl/dark skinned bronzed native man. Surely an artist would canvass us.

There were a few others at the Falls, two small fry and their family 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. dazed me ! I had forgotten to bring a cork screw…how to open the wine without a screw ? There was that word of honor in my mind here with a god at the falls…but I was"screwless."I looked at him in discouragement."have me the feeding bottle,"he said and laughed."I know what to do. Say a supplicant and close your eyes,"he laughed again. And I did so. A instant later he took my bridge player and gave me the feeding bottle, now opened."How did you do that ?"I exclaimed…"conjuring trick ! Don't you believe in Magic ?"I laughed."But how ? …"

"I used my pollex,"he said."That is a very powerful thumb,"I remarked and we both laughed and drank from the bottle. Then cheese, pelf, our little makeshift sandwich and more boozing from the bottle…the splashing of the water from the falls, the sky in the afternoon beginning to move around pink…I looked around…the children and their family unit were gone…the two of us were very a lot alone…I looked at Percy."This is why I come here at this time. For peace."Peace, I thought, alone with a form of peace… or if I was a piece…if only there was a book of verse with Old Khayyam…but a loaf of lettuce, a flask of wine here in the wilderness, with Percy…we shared the bottle…warming me in nirvana. The wine was almost gone.

"Can I tell you Carol ?"I looked at Percy."I often come here but this is enchanting being alone here with you."That Christian Bible in my heading"‘ enchanted'…or ‘ enchanting.'I closed my eyes…truly…enchanting and a Sung dynasty came to me….Then Walker Percy said :"I have a confession,"I looked at him questioning,"I come here so often in the afternoon, I have a stash just for an occasion like this."The sky was growing pink. Percy stood and dived in the water. I watched his warm wooden leg and firm rear end under his wooing as he dived into the pool and disappeared under the falls. He was gone now to his ‘ hoard'emerging in moments…a nursing bottle of wine lifted above his body, a gorgeous smile, swimming to me and beside me now…using his thumb to open it, pushing the bob inside…"Surprise !"he exclaimed and we were both laughing. I hugged him…"Just for moments like this ?"And shared the new bottle. Hugging again.

His body was wet and sleek down and I rubbed his back…His work force were on mine, smoothing down my spine and I began to tingle. That Holy Writ :'enchanted.'I swallowed from his bottle, mine now empty…I kept him in a hug, his mitt massaging my binding and down my back.

I heard the Holy Scripture of Academy Award Hammerstein II, and the singing of The Virgin St. Martin or Mitzi Gaynor…they looked into the center of Ezio Pinza or Rossano Brazzi…And it was me carol at the Sacred nightfall looking into the oculus of him, Percy…smiling…Some Enchanted Evening….I will meet a stranger…thrills went down my back…his bridge player were down my back…my hands rubbing his back and down…"Who can explicate it ? Who can tell you why ?"Those beautiful actor's line of the song…and our work force on each other : who can explain it ? Not the words but the feelings, just now, in the Wilderness, in Paradise…the sacred falls…his mitt 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 eve"the sky was pink…he removed my top…my tit pressed against his nakedness…I pulled at his shorts and he peeled them off, he pushed my freighter down…we were two hot naked devotee, our human body meeting…he was stiff and hot on me…I reached down…he pulled us into the kitty, beneath the waters, our bodies joining and up…kissing now…our tongues…our bodies..he lifted me to the shore and on my blanket. He was at the waters edge. I heard the pounding of the declension and he brought me to him…my legs around his grimace. I looked down and he smiled. He pulled me closer to his smile, lifting my fanny on to his mouth. The hefty thumb…now gentling me…so"ahhh"gentle on my cunt brim, massaging. I closed my eyes. This enchanted evening.

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

I could feel him coming out of the pool now hovering over my body. He kissed me…both of us kissing…his blind drunk cock at me, touching me, searching for its home…I reached down to view him…he said"No… let short Sir Henry Percy find you all by himself."Little Harry Hotspur, indeed…I had felt the'footling"guy ! I didn't want to wait but slay my clasp on his immense stiff cock…I felt him searching for my aching body…I was so ready for this…needed this…needed to release.

Then I felt his peter at me…spreading my lips…slowly…he was such a specimen…this beautiful man and ‘ little ‘ modest, huge, stiff Percy…I lifted for him…meeting him…wanting this…on my enchanted even with a stranger a beautiful stranger…"Oh !"I didn't have to hold back any longer…he was inside and trench and urgent and again…I lifted again to take all of him into my body,"Milk me Man !"Please fuck me late and take me…"I was gasping now, again and again as he was thrusting and then frantically…pausing, tensing…giving me of himself…then lying on me as I released in orgasm…the spill pounding in my spike as ‘ little Percy ‘ was pounding my cunt…then quieting me, smoothing me down with gentle buss. I hugged him tight not wanting him to leave me but feeling him go cushy, slipping out and we laid, side by side.

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

At habitation my girl asked :"Have a good fourth dimension ?"I just laughed and said :"You will never know ! ”