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Rear View Mirror, Part 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 boob were copious and male child made me pay attention to myself with their looks and stares before I knew all about'things.'But by this time, I was a petty older and liked to show myself off to boy and my teachers…it made me find authoritative besides just being a good daughter with good grades.

It was still a very secret thing : display and read off but…well, it was then I began to go to school without panties and it made me palpate brave though it was from some of the other girls that I first heard about not wearing them. Little did the boys know when they admired me, there was only the cloth of my school apparel separating their tone from something truly special that would own opened their eyes wide and work them lick their lips. Just walking around that way aroused me young body.

But after work, in my sexy pantyless commonwealth, I would walk home and think of school and my job and, in particular, the older boy who also worked there. He had a small car and one day drove up alongside as I was walking home and asked to make me a ride…I said"Sure !"and popped in the front man seat…But I almost sat on his dog and jumped out the door…he said :"Get in back,"and moved the butt for me as I jumped back in and sat in the little leap out buttocks with my peg partly up and my dress draped high-pitched 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 like people and won't insect bite. Just pet him behind the auricle,"he said and I did. bow-wow licked my cheek as I rubbed his auricle and he sputter his ramification around, pushing my attire down and exposing my legs. I pushed it back up but the doggie was enjoying his ear being rubbed, was very excited and his paws fumbled all over me, messing my dress and even stepping on my privates !

I looked in my friend's buns opinion mirror and he was watching me play with his dog. I saw his centre staring at me and I smiled back as the dog was getting really friendly with me but I pushed him down on the behind. There was little room in the seat and he was finally sitting between my legs and panting…his barker tongue going back and Forth, slobbering on my dress so I pushed him down and away. wrongly 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 ear as I was told. I looked in the arse view mirror. My protagonist's eyes were glued to the prospect in his gage seat and I realized why. My attire was pushed to my waist and he could see my nakedness underneath. I thought he would seem away and leave 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 branch and it felt ripe. I wanted more doggie licks and he was full of licks : the side of this leg, then that, and my friend staring. It was suddenly very smooth in the picayune car or was it that my ears were ringing ? I felt hot there in the book binding butt with doggy, a trouncing tongue and those centre in the rear view mirror…watching.

He moved the mirror to a rake and I could see myself now and my privates and then the bow-wow at work and it was all very erotic to me just then. I laid my head back to get my breath. Wrong matter to do again ! Because then the doggie licked right on my twat. This one big lap of his knife was startling and then another lick…my eubstance jolted."Let him work out you…no one will get laid,"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 overspread my cunt lips for him…it was naughty…but I was aroused and wanted Sir Thomas More whacking and he was doing just that. When I watched my friend's heart and his smile it made me even hotter like I was not only cuming for the doggie but also with him at the like time and I opened my legs wider to show him everything I had. I was slender, with plentiful breasts and my puss was getting powdered ginger hair and I felt gallant 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 quiver at my waist and my legs got shaky as the dog licked me all over and between my lips and on my release, which made me shake. doggie churned me and licked and licked. My straits was laid back, my oculus were unsympathetic and I peeked to see my protagonist gripping the wheel. He was breathing deeply too at the scene. I was shortstop of breathing space and gasping for air as the dog had his way with me. I was spending on his tongue…he was getting frantic with my taste. I hoped we'd never get home !"Ohhh ! Ohh ! Mmmm"I was murmuring as the estrus at my waist traveled along my body, my nipples hard. Then the doggie slowed and finished and I was still dripping on the trivial stern and pushed him away. I couldn't take any more. That dog had made me cum strong on that gamey tongue and all in field view. I was still breathing hard as the car stopped. I was home. I straightened my dress.

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

Rear View Mirror, Part II

I got out of his car, petted the beautiful dog on his oral sex and capitulum, very cushy cuddly spike, and he licked my hired hand ;"dog slobber"on my mitt,"Yuk !"but when I walked into my house my crotch was still wet and dripping with his other"dribble"which made me chill and crib yesteryear Mum to my room and get the nearest tissue to cleanse up. I sat on the bed, cleaning and touching and laid back ; my wooden leg bare and cool and played with myself, still wetting up and came again quickly."Honey, come down and help with me with the white potato !"It was Mum and she broke the spell, putting on my panties so I wouldn't dripping, cleaning again and down to help with dinner."Your face is red,"Mum said,"did you run home from work ? You seem out of breath."I just nodded and began peeling and dreaming of the next day's ride, and you know the drive I mean.

But then there was school, which went very dumb, and off to work but the boy wasn't there so work was a literal pain and it wasn't until several 24-hour interval 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 fondness skipped a beat and the clock moved tiresome. It was pay day and I got my packet :"Mum won't be back for a couplet Thomas More hr,"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 gage seat again, he was already checking me out in his rear view mirror and if some girls take awhile to get in the mode for fun it wasn't this lady friend or this dog, he was already nosing around. It was a strong day, windows down, the air blowing my haircloth, the olfaction of the ocean and my headspring was resting, my ear pounding when he stopped the car and I sat up, alert. We weren't at the beach yet and,"My friend needed a ride, too, and here he is."In the mood and now out of the modality just as fast as that his friend got in the movement and we all said"Hi"and off we went. Now I pushed the dog away from me and held his leash making him sit beside and away from me ; he was just as upset as was I at these developments. Talk about"three's a crowd"well we had a gang and a dog and a dangerous 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 waves and the mewlling sea gull with their piercing cries.

"I brought some snacks and affair,"my work acquaintance said,"let's just relax here. It's very pretty. You're very pretty. Come on, just relax, my ally knows all about things."I couldn't believe my ear at that comment but what was I to do. I was in the backwards keister of a two doorway car. I had nowhere to go and had all kinds of expectations but now, none at all.

We all shared some dainty and a drinkable and the dog was squirming and trying to get out of my traveling bag."He's anxious,"he said,"just let him let loose and see what he does. We all want to watch him."So there I was, my consistence quick, my mind not so very much and he was licking my calf and my knee and above my knee and two boys in the front seat, one looking through the mirror and the other adjusting in his seat looking right at me. He smiled and I grimaced. I wasn't ready for a second boy even if HE was set for a show but the dog was sure ready and horny and this meter he was humping my leg, licking my face, then trying to nose me and I was being watched by four heart in the front seat and I was breathing hard now, impudence red, capitulum ringing, mug crying and my organic structure crying for that dog no affair where I was and suddenly I didn't tending who was watching.

It was a hot aspect. Then it wasn't just the dog stopcock that was out but two more wet cocks were out and everyone was petting everyone it seemed…the new boy climbed in the back seat and kissed me, putting my hired hand on him. His cock was slippery ; I was slippery and he pulled up my dress, I was past it now and didn't care, I surprised myself and was stroking cock, opening my cunt for the dog with my early script, and dog was at me with his stupid, wonderful, wet, yearn lingua all over me there and everything was dreamy in my head and consistence, my ramification were tingly and active, like the boy's stiff hammer,"Don't catch,"he said,"Ohh, just like that, don't, don't layover,"and he lifted his hindquarters and bourgeon 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 turning now to peach to my dog and his knife 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 steerage bike, the dog was licking my nectar and humping his dick toward me as I kept pushing him off…but I scooted down for more tongue and there were bridge player on my legs, then a handwriting on the dog's shaft guiding it to me, hitting at my cunt lip, wetting me more but he was one mad canine at this point poking at a very frantic girlfriend's soundbox. I said"No !"and then"No !"again but things were out of control.

The dog was hurting my buttocks when he missed and missed again, that sharp pointy matter missing the 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 full and I scooted down ; this time he didn't girl and I felt this smooth out cock pang again but dig sliding inside and I had set the dog on ardor, pounding me inside, again and again. I was on fire, my slit hot and ready, lifting and writhing on this stabbing affair ; we were joined and"No, don't"had become"No, don't stop."The rear eyeshot mirror showed my start optic like they were in a trance, I knew my unit consistence was tense, waiting for another poke and another and I was hearing words like the boy ‘ s :"Don't stop. Please don't, don't block. Just there just there, Ohh, ohh."Words wouldn't come ; licking my rim, trying to breath, tasting the Strategic Arms Limitation Talks air, the boy petting my thighs, holding the dog at me, bringing me off again, bringing all four of us off.

As we were driving back there was no conversation and I tried to straighten and smooth my dress, hoping Mum hadn't come home early. I needed a bath ; I was still in a sweat, needed to clean up and cool down. She wouldn't believe I had run home a second meter that calendar week and I didn't want to explain, obviously."It was just a one time thing."I said."I'm not that variety of girl."And intellection, wondering, about the future ride home."Bye !"and the two of them drove off, me finally at plate, still breathless, wet and astonished. They didn't believe me. Why would they ? I didn't believe myself. I had my pay packet and had a new shorter dress in mind and it would be well-to-do to lift up for things.



Not just my toes got attention !

I loved to get set up for Saturday night and as a young young woman showing off my"wares"at the local dance which meant for me a lot of primping with my tomentum, my fingernails nicely painted with my toes to match and I spent well-nigh of the day getting ready for the night : laying out my clothes, what I would put on ( and not habiliment ! I was a sexy thing and didn't wear a gross turnout if you get my intimation ). My subprogram : a thorough bathtub and after that, my body all radiant, a pedicure.

Mum and sis were out for their own Sat routines and I was alone in the house to cosset and dress myself. I had a engagement that dark for the dance ; a cute guy who liked to dance and sense me up, hands all over me, under me and in between, during and after the dancing, mickle of kissing and cuddling and thinking about Saturday night got me going in ways even during the day.

Our business firm was quiesce with everyone else gone and after my bathroom I was toweled and squatting on a low stool painting my fingers and now my toes. Everything had to match : finger, toes, hair ribbon setting off my dress. My feet in a pan of warm pee, knees up and sitting on the toilet, my little doggie nearby, tongue out as common, walking to my pan of body of water, sniffing around, looking up as I patted his pass and began to trim my toenails, doggy licking my fingers and sniffing my toes when I took a foot from the tender piddle, I patted his foreland and stroked his soft ears.

So pic this : a pretty girl, like me, only covered with a towel ( covered ? Not totally handle, I mean it was just a towel. ) but I was alone in our kitchen, knees up, towel slipping to my waist, my privates, radiant from the bath, and there for the public to see but I was alone and private, pretty much alone, legs apart to ameliorate reach my feet, my toes closed together, the lips of my cunt closed but my crotch open so I could get at my feet, doggie ready for head-patting, paw licking, me thinking of my particular date at the saltation that night, totally clean from my bath, but thinking of what particular date and I would be doing and feeling in disconsolate corners of the dance hall and afterward when he would act with me and I would"dancing"my body on his hand, 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 lip and assure me how pretty I am and how he loved my naked cunt ; that he was happy 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 idea to his soft doggie head, his licking doggie natural language on my script and then my toes but then he went between my knee and his common cold nozzle brought me back to the kitchen and my pedicure. I pushed him away :"Naughty boy. Your nozzle is cold !"and he looked up at me funny, seeming to smile and licking his mouth.

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

There wasn't anything improper about an innocent dog or me and my pedicure but that cold nose was unexpected and shocking and brought thoughts of Saturday night to the here and now and I wasn't ready yet I thought. It was this strange thing in my brain and I was alone, it was quiet, my Mum and baby wouldn't be back anytime soon ; barker looked hurt when I pushed him off, his eyes looked sad and would I let him"nose me"again ?

I wasn't prosperous. I was a good girl but his cold nose was exciting my genitals and it was our very buck private thing ; who would bang ; the kitchen was lull except my ears were ringing ; then doggie's wet cold nozzle was back on my scratch spreading my brim apart with another shocking slide. My branch opened more as leg will and that cold nose from bottom to top, sliding up my wet twat, hitting my button, sending a jolt and I put my hand on his capitulum, this time petting his nozzle, his thrilling nose and then that natural language, up the walls of my cunt again,"near doggie,"this time, getting me wet, his tongue had my tasting and he was at it.

It was too latterly for me to blockade ; I wanted this now ; I was past intellection, it was too naughty, too soundly and stir and disallow all together, tongue and bum now in restraint. I was dancing in my head feeling good things. My towel slipped off and I was smoothing my knees and down my legs, spreading my lips for my energize doggie and his anxious glossa, making me pass, licking up my spend and I was petting his ear, lifting his rima oris on me. His tongue was dipping inside my slit for more than and I was hot at my center ; my body was throbbing now as his low temperature nose and hot lingua were bringing me off like no date had ever done at any saltation or in any dark box, my toes curling up, and here in the middle of my quiet kitchen I could hear my particular date whispering as I came and came, this fourth dimension not on his finger's breadth, as he was holding my face. This sentence coming on a youth barker's tongue and I was holding doggy ‘ s face, hoping he wouldn't stop, not now in the center of my pedicure. I was feeling very naughty and very hot being licked until he was finished with me and walked away to his water supply bowling ball, both of us panting. I looked down at my feet, easing them down in the piss and finally cooling down from my thrilling pedicure. Saturday night had come early. I knew I was shamefaced of this but had the right to stay on unsounded even with the ringing still loud in my spike and making me smiling, licking my lips.

A Vow Broken…or Was it ?

It wouldn't happen these days but when my young man and I started dating there were different rules : condoms were hard to find, virginity was important, casual sex was for ‘ former'the great unwashed, etc., etc. So it is no surprise that when Brett and I started getting serious we made sacred promise to each other including :"no sex before man and wife"though we loved each early. And, you know, being good kids we stuck to it. I mean, after we began dating he kissed me on our tierce date ( another old rule ) and then we graduated to other 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 piddling ohmic resistance act at first, to rag him…it felt so secure to cause his hand on me there, his digit 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 raise rooster I had seen, or stroked or kissed…I learned all about cocks and how to gouge, snog, caress, make it wet…then he got me to lick him. He showed me all about my organic structure but we still kept our promised to hold off until"later'to go ‘ all the way.'Brett ad I were sticking to our reciprocal vow…barely. I was heroic for what the real thing would be like but we had agreed to wait. We had taken the Vow !

One Nox we were at a party at a friend's house and we little girl got to talking…the boys on another slope of the room…I told them about my vow with Brett and it got discussed and some of the girl tittered at that and said we'd really already had sex…just not penetration. Of course, his steadfast stopcock had penetrated my mouth and his digit had penetrated my wet pussy and …I loved it when we did that…but no cock penetrating cunt…and we were proud of that but there it was…the insight word…we were abstaining from that one, penultimate, thing…indulging in the rest. Later I told Brett about our conversation and we both agreed to go along with our vows…meaning : no penetration…most but not all of our emotions were satisfied without that component part. I confess I had impulse beyond what we did…I didn't tell Brett of my frustrations but I took care of them in another way. My body…my cunt…still ached for Brett but we had our vow…damn !

A few weeks after the party, Bret and I went on a twice date and drove to the beach. We had a match six packs…we weren't complete prudes…and sat on the sand on blankets my girlfriend brought and we were soon drinking, laughing, kissing, feel and all…Brett was under my apparel, inside my panties as usual, his digit setting me on firing and my girl getting played with by her boyfriend near me and she was also breathing hard. I looked over at her and she at me…we smiled."Isn't the beach great ?"With all the snuggling, breathing and fingering I didn't notice when my girlfriend and her date got up and stood over us…just shadows… My girlfriend said :"We're going to sustain an intervention for you two lovebirds,"and then her boyfriend announced :"right field here…right now !"I didn't know what to imagine or say…

My legs 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 wacky vow you two have…it's all ridiculous."

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

It was two other guys who were at the party a few weeks before…I was shocked and a small scared. What would come about ? They had planned all this. Did Brett know, too ? My mind was a mess…my body hot…but my nous a mess.

"We're taking flush here, you two idiots. Brett's girl is one hot chick and I've wanted to fuck her myself,"the voice in the iniquity said. I tried to see his face but everything was shadows. And the wave were pounding…the sand in my toes. There was moonlight and clouds and the throbbing of the waves and my straits was throbbing."There's a clock time for fucking,"he said…"that time is now !"

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

I was looking for help but Brett was silent. What an arse ! I think he liked the unharmed scene…I thought he might even bear planned it…"This wasn't my estimate, dependable,"he said. He was still a suspect ! And now there were paw, lots of hired hand, holding my wrists above my head and grabbing my legs at the ankle joint, holding them apart, my dress at my shank, my privates only protected by my wet panties…I was prone and twisted away…they pulled me back."Help !"I said. The waving pounded against the sound of my articulation."You can't do this ! Stop !"

Brett was outnumbered and helpless at this decimal point. I didn't know what to do…screaming was a barren on that isolated beach. The waves were brassy in my ears…the sky overcast…I couldn't see any stars. No moonlight and I was being held by strong guys…my lady friend was no help…she whispered to me :"No one's going to hurt you,"she said with a soft, reassuring quality. Her hands were on me ; she pulled up my dress…took down my pantie. I was now subject 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 body,"one guy said.

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

I was in the business firm grip of guys who were filled with lust…lust for my body…I was pulsing and frightened at it all but, yes, I was also full of lust on the blanket, at the beach, with the 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 lick that thing,"said yet another and I felt a mouth on my short Virgo cunt…I flexed…a hot tongue licking up one side and then up the other…a cold nuzzle 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 trunk to reply but it did. I dug my bottom into the blanket but two paw lifted my laughingstock cheeks…thumbs spreading me. This had to stop. The air was cool off, wafture were licking the shoreline…the beating of my cunt was continuing. I tried to move to one face, then the other, my leg being held, and squeezed my puss but the licking…Oh God…that tongue ! Hands lifting me up…the licking stay on. I couldn't help it and then another lap. I had to let myself go now. My trunk had taken charge.

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

His clapper was slipping in me and along my twat walls as I twisted from side to side…I opened my heart 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 physical structure said to me and I tried not to try it. It came again, with the Wave,"Uh, UH, UH, OH"I spasmed. The beach was loud and active with water supply 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 tremendous, beautiful rhythm…he was a bastard…all of them…Brett and all of them.

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

I tried once more to twist away and I slipped from his hold on my bitch sassing but only briefly as he encircled my legs with his branch, lifting me for serious tonguing…I was captured…no way out…"UH, OH !"but I was not getting away from him this clock time. I was in lust…beginning to relax, wanting this violation…and lifted now, arching receptive for his tongue and my other capturer sensing my lust, released my wrists. My girlfriends 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 foreland of this licking cocksucker at my waistline and I rode that face…writhing on his mouth as waves were pulsing inside me now. Suddenly he stopped."She's ready guy !"he said…"My spit's tired ! Jesus !"I started to relax a little, my wet pussy undecided to the night but my ankles were still held…my hands covered my privates and for the first base fourth dimension I realized how wet I was…I had never been that wet…I was embarrassed and looked into the dark shadow of these guys and my girlfriend…but I hadn't cum yet…it had felt unspoilt but my eubstance needed finishing…my body was thirsting for the finale but was cooling down rapidly. I said goose egg but I was silently begging for more….my cunt was aching…the cool air was on my cunt lips..inside I was bursting and hot.

"Come on Brett. We've got her ready…now cease her !"Oh no, I thought : OUR VOWS ! I looked up. Brett just stood there…looking at me, the vista, the guy wire 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 take a crook at her…she's ready…so let's go."Brett looked at me, at my centre, I looked back…my pegleg being held and spread open…my pussy hot and dripping, my mental state 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 husband and his resolve…I laid my chief back, closed my eyes…It was true : I was hot, and ready and aching…

"shuffle up your head, guy,"it was the vocalisation holding one of my pegleg. I looked up, Brett looked at me, lying there, about to be ravished by others…or Him…what to do. I shook my principal :"No !"I said, but just mumbling. I could see he was weakening. He was so better-looking, 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 former, various times and here we were…them or him…I just closed my eyes again."I don't want to,"Brett said from the shadow."I don't want you to do anything. I love her. Just leave us alone."

instant 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 privates, hired man taking my wrists away from my hot body, exposing me again, pushing them back over my caput. I felt movement between my legs and a besotted cock poking at me, I looked up at Brett, standing there, looking down….then someone held my wrists, firmly, I was afford and ready…more poking at my snatch then spreading my pussy lips…the vague physical body knelt close…"It's him or me,"said the guy between my legs…"One last chance…make your option, Brett…it's you or me…you're ready and so am I."I looked at him and then at Brett…"Brett,"I grunted…"Please help me."I didn't know if he heard me with all the waves pounding…my head throbbing.

The wave were loud. I hoped he heard the desperation in my part. I waited. I was numb and closed my middle again. I didn't have to wait long as I felt a cock begin teasing my puss mouth but then it moved away ... my hands still held away from my privates…I felt empty-headed, upset. I wanted pricking. I waited. I was so incredibly hot, volition, vulnerable…not scared…wanting…there was more movement on the blanket and then :

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

I had never told Brett I had cheated on him with dildos…we had a vow…dildos didn't violate the vow did they ? right field then I wanted hot flesh, without my manpower guiding it…a cock fucking me, taking control. It was what I had dreamed of on so many nights after dense necking with Brett. I couldn't tell him about it…now it had all come to me there in the night on the mantle at the beach. I wanted the substantial thing fucking me. I listened to the throbbing waves and wanting my own pounding…that cock was entering me now and I lifted to gather it.

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

It was my number to tease…fingers on each English of the monster…wetting our privates 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 gum and lift for more.

Brett was whispering but was he also fucking me ? I wasn't sure. I couldn't William Tell. I didn't precaution about it…I was all senseless and I abandoned myself in lust and was humping on this great tool 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 genius, washing through my cunt, to all of me. My ankle were released, and I was holding this organic structure, this big tool, bucking with it."OH ! OH !"Then the world went quiet…slowly the fantastic cock softened and withdrew.

I didn't want it to leave and I squeezed to make it but it slipped out. Then there were other cocks and more hugging and licking…I had turned on all the guy wire with my rage ... I was light 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 soundbox and individual. My vow had been canceled on the beach that Nox and my cunt was a willing sinner…I was fucked there on the blanket until I was drained. Brett held my hand 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, moody, the tide was receding, the waves more aloof. I put my point on his shoulder and reached to his shank to feel if it was him who was first to have me. It had been so gloomy and my lustfulness so intense I wasn't sure. His cock stiffened with my stroking. I measured it with my hand around it, wondering, but not saying. It felt like that very initiative pecker but I wasn't an expert.

I just couldn't be surely and almost didn't care. I loved Brett and loved all the nooky but I couldn't stay fresh doing this. We had a modified vow. It had been a one dark thing. One thing was for sure. I would require a bigger dildo. My girl would never say who fucked me first. She said :"You're not for certain if it was Brett, are you ? Neither am I…it was so dark. Besides, I was off to the English also being fucked."

"By Brett ?"I asked. She just smiled. Brett was such a illegitimate child but I loved him. Someday I would find out if it was his…the immense first cock I mean. I would call back the size of it…I couldn't delay to find out.

The Pub Wall…what a surprise, Part I

I was a sweet Cy Young thing, recently married and with a small youngster who mainly stayed with my Mom while I was at work…hubby often gone for weeks, sometimes a month, as he made a salutary keep supporting us…I was too young to have a child, in my mind…I was just barely 21, full of internal secretion, didn't want more children…one was enough…joy but weight along therewith…you know what I mean. twenty-four hours at plate, no husband, boredom, a job was the thing and my Mom loved caring for the youngster.

I was a unspoiled girl but often horny. I once told the nurse, who asked if I had any job, that I got really wet down there. She just laughed and left me in the examination way to chew over what was so funny about the question. So straight-laced and proper but got wet easily and pregnant and now with a youngster.

I got a job. Wouldn't you ? A trivial 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 citizenry with short credit…Johnnie would walk me base sometimes and flatter me along the way…"Do you know how masses look at you ?"No, I didn't, but he would tell me…how my farsighted auburn tomentum was gorgeous…how I made men turn around and look at my whisker and peg and my ass…how I was"hot."And so, working days would pass and the walks home were more fun than work.

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

Oh, I knew Johnnie was just a flattering young bloke who meant no harm…I was a married cleaning woman with a young small fry. But he knew hubby was gone for periods…I guess he knew about hormone and untried girls…he could never gauge how I got so wet at times…how I made that nurse laugh with my question…and the other girls at work saw him paying attention to me and would tell me affair :"Watch out for Johnnie,"they would titter,"walking you dwelling house is just the start of things."I didn't know what the"things"were…he was prissy to me. I would find out about"thing"and"low Pub wall"that night.

All I could cerebrate of that day was the"after work"part…it was a Friday…a weekend ahead…and I would be paid on Friday…so finally it was that time and Johnnie and I walked from the power 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 looking glass of white vino for me…it was affair about work and the people we worked with and the wine-coloured was warm going down…I didn't know why I was spooky but I surely was.

Johnnie told me of his wife 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 countersign for me. Men didn't lecture about"fucking"when they talked to me…but the Son was exciting to me…I felt myself getting wet. It was so very strange that just a man using that word of honor could make me wet…my skin was warm…my whole consistency was warm…Johnnie brought me another glass of wine-coloured to go with his dry 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 legs together…wrong affair to do just then…I was wet and squeezing my legs sent me more shivers…so I swallowed some wine and felt a little dizzy about it all…this man, those men at the bar, squeezing my legs, getting that thrill…my hubby gone now respective weeks…I wished he was home tonight…I'd tell him to"fuck me."I wouldn't say it out loud…I was a near 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 piffling town and I was feeling it was warm in the room and it was clip to go and walk place 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 child and was not going to be treasonable. I was indisputable of that. It was very hot in the pub and I waited for Johnnie to end up his pint and pay the flier. I was looking forward to Saturday morn and going shopping in town…it would be a beautiful day…it was quick this evening and surely be a nice morning…those men at the bar…looking…and Johnnie and all his nice words and the"fucking"intelligence lingered in my mind and I was thinking of fucking just now. I went to the ma'am to freshen up…my aspect was flushed from the wine…my panties were almost dripping…I took them off, wrapped them in a composition towel and put them in my pocketbook. I wiped myself off but that sent Sir Thomas More shivers…my lip were puffed up and wiping got me hot but it was fourth dimension to go…I couldn't stay the night in the toilet !

Johnnie finally…finally…finished his dry pint and off we went…waving expert night to the bar keep…the men at the bar gave us…me…a in conclusion grin and wave…and off we popped. It was very dark outside and the crickets were in full phase of the moon 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 on the lips…his tongue went inside my sass, exploring my mouth. My clapper pushed back…"How dare he,"I thought as he insinuated it in and around my tongue…I jerked my head back and he looked me in the eye, smiling…his weapon were around my waist."You're really pretty tonight…did you see those men looking at you. Jealous of me to be with a hot girl."I heard the office girls saying :"…walking home with Johnnie is just the start of things…"Johnnie's mouth was on me again…I was wet again…as his lingua wetted mine and my mouth felt thick…his breath hot on my cheek…I looked to see if there was anyone about…we were alone…laughter and noise from inside…but very quiet along the pub 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 girls were right :"…it was just the start of things…"I was a skilful girl but my organic structure was being bad…his breath on my face…my breath on his…my natural language 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 Scripture again. I wasn't going to"fuck"him and told him"No."But his clapper was whispering to me and his lips 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 paw, I pushed on his shoulders but our waists were aligned…my fanny on the wall his waistline pressing against me. I looked to be trusted we were alone.

I heard him unzip and he was around my waist again…moving between my legs 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 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 volition"please, Johnnie"as I knew I was wet, that my"cunt"was wet and ready…I didn't say that word…I imagined my"bitch"and it was prepare for his shaft as I felt his tegument against my cutis and I looked around, the pub noise and the night noise, and praying we wouldn't be interrupted…I wanted him to"make love"my"cunt"…we were both hot and wet and ready for"fucking."

I reached under my skirt…he wasn't in me yet…I took keep of his peter which was hot and slippery and I held it and looked at him…he was looking right into me…I was on that wall…"Please Johnnie !"I whispered, pleadingly now…."fuck me !"His cock was not as long as hubby's but it seemed very slurred and he pressed against me and I felt the head spread my lips…he almost hurt me but I loved this bit of pain…he slipped inside and my twat adjusted to this thick pole of a cock…I wanted release. I wanted fucking…even outside on the low pub wall…he held me plastered and pushed…I opened as across-the-board as I could…"Please"I repeated as he forced his way thick and I felt his waist on my waist…his tomentum 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 breathing, and then I grabbed at his neck and his waist pulling him stringent 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 beaming I could go abode to an empty star sign, clean myself up and dream 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 Nox on the pub wall I was afraid to go to work…afraid to look Johnnie in the heart and with all the early girls on the verge of giggles…after all, they had warned me about Johnnie…how walking me dwelling was just getting started with him…and I knew now what was"getting started"and all that.

But I did go to work, did look Johnnie in the eyes…he smiled and it was like he was petting my cunt ! I was instantly wet and looked away…he was a naughty boy and just his look made me hot…I envisioned him kissing me against the Pub Wall, unzipping, that very chummy putz, 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 espouse woman with a belittled baby and, also, my hubby was often gone for a farsighted clip. What is a Lester Willis Young woman to do except…well…I did affair after they got started…it was all Johnnie's fault, you know, if he hadn't befriended me, walked me home, bought me a drink at the pub, put me on the wall…fucked me…Oh God ! Did he ever fuck me safe and hard and made me tremble and hold him in a death's grip and want him to never leave my body…my cunt was starved for his cock…"nooky me Johnnie,"it said…and my puss wanted it more…it was a benediction to my body…my body craved these things…so what was I to do…a power had come into my life…its name was Johnnie…thick cock, hot, Johnnie. His 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 wait at her she was so plain…they looked at me though.

I went home by myself that Night and looked at myself in the toilet mirror…my hair and my rima oris that he had devoured…took off my work clothes and stood in front of the mirror…for the start time…admiring myself. hubby never said I was really passably, but Johnnie did ; Hubby never devoured my mouth but Johnnie did ; I was never on the pub wall with hubby or shuddered and grabbed and released like with Johnnie…I wanted that again…looking in the mirror at myself…my powdered ginger Vannevar Bush and my gingerroot fuzz and feeling how wet I was at just the mentation of his cock in me…I was a well girl but never as well or make clean as when I was coming on Johnnie's thickheaded cock when it was fucking me…I went to sleep and dreaming again of the low pub wall and"just the start of things."I was hoping married woman wouldn't pick him up after work again…it was my go

And so it was…more secret smiles…I thought it might happen Sooner and dressed for the result. I wore a unawares skirt and a pretty blouse that showed me a little Thomas More than common and I walked down the street after work, alone…just as Johnnie told me…so there wouldn't be Thomas More whispers or giggles…he was around the recession in his little car…I jumped in and off we went…we had bucketful buttocks so I couldn't squeeze against him…"tinker's dam"I thought."Let's parkway 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 glum but there was a Sun Myung Moon this Night and I began to see its reflection on the road and the trees…soon he stopped the car…we were at the edge of the sea…I could hear the waves against the shoring and the moonshine shimmering in the waves…he reached and held my hand…it was so hush and peaceful…Johnnie and I were in a particular station this night after work…and he kissed me…just sort of a hatful on my cheek and then on my sass and then that stupid tongue inside my mouth, moving around and around and I thought what else he could do with his moving spit. I had heard of tonguing and all but didn't know what that was…hubby and I were strictly the old fashion way and then to sleep…covers over us and both sleeping…but Johnnie…the female child said :"walking me house was just the start"and so it was that nighttime at the sea…waves, Moon, glossa 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 girlfriend, 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 look at my legs…he was a strange confrere but even he excited young and beautiful me…I saw him duck under the desk pretending to pick up something but I knew he was looking at my legs and up my frock if he could…I opened my ramification and let him front at my fanny…I was naughty but you should take in seen the look on his face ! I loved it…letting him look at my cunt…just the thought had made me hot and wet…and here I was with Johnnie Hot…my pet public figure for good old Johnnie…

Johnnie Hot and what was his future trick…it wasn't long for me to find out…he pulled me over to him and the steering wheel but I didn't get all the way over before he stopped me and began to kiss and pet me…telling me how pretty I was and I just poured down. In my nous I saw his hands on my legs and felt them, too, moving along my thighs…"You're so incredible,"he said,"and your legs are smooth."He ran along my thigh, back and forth, and to the middle of me…petting my cunt…"Your cunt is soft and wet,"he said…it all excited 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 thick cock…it was moist…"You've made me wet, too,"he said…and I rubbed his pre-cum all over this shaft and he lifted to my touch…I was turning him on and he said dirty 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 paries or crickets or other things…and I waited for his surprise…I felt naughty and pestiferous and sexy and hot and pretty and wanted to sleep with my surprise. I didn't wait long.

He lifted my chick to my waist…I was completely naked below and he rubbed my pelt all over and moved one leg toward him…moving the early leg aside…"Sit down,"he said…but there was nowhere to sit down…I looked down…there was my seat and his seat and in between, the console table and pitch 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 deal 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 geartrain shift…Now I knew what was my surprise…but the knob was just a thing…"Sit down on it,"he said and urged me down and down and my lips were so wet it was easygoing to include this knob…"Sit down,"he demanded and it was so easy…the knob spread my lips…as had his thick cock…I slid gradually down, down on the knob…It eased up into me and I was finally on the console and the knob completely inside…after Johnnie on the low pub bulwark it wasn't so hard to do and I was so very wet…remember the laughter from the nanny ? …that I sort of slip down around it, nuzzling inside and another buss 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 dainty thing inside me and Johnnie kissing 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 engine and the knob came alive, inside me, moving about, vibrating and scaring me…I tried to lift off but Johnnie held me down…his hands business firm on my shoulders…I relaxed a little and let him reserve me down and he was kissing me again and his hands were all over my chest and rubbing my thighs and the railway locomotive was running…but the gear shifting knob trench 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 vibrations inside and then…then…there was the surprise…my torso was feeling all this…all the vibration was touching me now…it wasn't just touching my puss but making me feel all over my cunt lips and my thighs and up and down my thighs…my stifle were debile and Johnnie was whispering muddied things to me and my body was riding this thing inside setting me on fervidness and my ears were full…I heard the waves at the shoring and closed my eyes…I couldn't see the moonlight…the light was inside me…straddling this surprising thing…I grabbed Johnnie's head teacher and held it…hoping…hoping for his estrus and saying things in his ear…"Oh…Ohhh…I'm…ohh…coming…coming…"He revved the railway locomotive and I couldn't stand it any more but couldn't let go and saw star topology and moonlight and annulus 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 descend and whirr some more. He was kissing and licking me…petting me…bringing me down…please bring in me down…I was so gone…so wonderfully gone…needing to come down and he just held me and teardrop were on my fount and I licked my lips and felt salty tears…the pommel 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 Island : my favorite space but this time traveling alone as, at the in conclusion hour, my girlfriend had an pinch at work…I was determined…now on the aeroplane from San Francisco to Honolulu…During the flight there was turbulency and I had visions of whoremonger Anthony Wayne piloting that old motored wiliness in the movie"The High and the Mighty,"Phil Harris complaining in the rear of the plane…the crew evaluating the"point of no return"and they were passed it now, ignoring the imprecations of the seemly stewardess. They could have turned back but shape ahead into the unknown.

As the basis crew gaffer 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 fancy modern font jet, the fuselage vibration, awakening me…then smoothing and I went back to dozing. It had been a long day. I needed a vacation away from the turmoil of the authority and my meddling political boss who was always importuning me…the prettiest charwoman on the faculty for :"dinner party ?"or"fancy a drinkable or two after work ?"or what he was really saying to me after patting my butt :"How about going to my lieu to see my engraving, have a drink, strip down and fuck."How gross ! Exactly why I needed a vacation.

Our plane landed, we all were on the WikiWiki bus off for our luggage and me to my room at the Moana…a footling time at the Banyon Court for a drink or two and then some serious…all along…sack time. The succeeding day I had hired a car for a movement to the former incline of the island…away from the crowds of Waikiki…to the repose shoring near the Polynesian Cultural eye where there was little culture but lots of people.

Not far past the plaza was a wonderful tramp path among the fertile apple tree diagram to the Sacred Falls and Pool where I planned a peaceful and relaxing picnic. I had heard of this piazza from a native of the islands some years past tense and this was my fourth dimension to explore and enjoy. I drove past the fiddling village of Kaawa to a parking lot which was almost void. I was dressed and equipped for the hike : A backwards coterie with snacks and wine-coloured, of course, some wine…and my skimpy outfit…a short dress and lawn tennis brake shoe. That's all I needed, plus a blanket for a piffling nap at the falls. I was on my way. No ordinary tourist was I and there were no holidaymaker here…they were all buying the keepsake at the Cultural Center…a Latter-Day Saint enterprise. Try finding a favorable bar there ! It wasn't going to chance. I brought my bar with me !

And up the hill I climbed which then leveled out for a gentle climb slowly to the twilight, only a few miles. It began to rain and then stopped. I had my swim causa under my little dress so I was prepared. Along the way I nodded at former tramp ascending and descending but few in numeral. It was subdued and idyllic and dreamy…one could not want for more Paradise in Hawaii than this secluded hike and the falls and pool ahead.

I wasn't far on the path when I could discover the beat piss of the falls…my substance began to pound…with the salary increase and the thrill of paradise awaiting me ahead. I trudged along."Have you been here before ?"a vocalisation just behind me inquired. I didn't look but, a little breathlessly answered :"No, it's my first time up here."

Then :"There is a reason why they call it Sacred autumn,"the spokesperson said. I paused and looked to the beginning of the voice. It was a handsome Hawaiian man…you know the variety : an apparently chiseled dresser and torso, a all-encompassing smile with beautiful smile. He was immature than me and I wondered, ‘ is this a seminal fluid on ?'I was alert because of my honcho I suppose and shouldn't have…we were just talking. But chatting led to other matter so I was shy and coy and didn't answer.

But he said :"We Hawaiians… [ pronounced HaVaiians ] …find repose and quietude at the falls, it is a native thing. The fact of the dip in this outback shoes, the sound of the water supply, their cleansing nature…A religious experience."I smiled and believed I was going to have a spiritual experience…IF left alone. And I walked on, ahead of him, up some immerse portions…him behind me and I was envisioning him walking behind, under my butt…looking up my dead wearing apparel at my butt…which was covered…a little…by my skimpy swim suit…but thinking of him watching my hips, my arse moving, undulating, was arousing me. Where was my girlfriend for a slight protection just now ? home attending to her damned emergency.

Just then I slipped on the wet path…down to where hands were holding me…on my arse 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 instant. I smiled."Thank you,"I said. He smiled back, nodding. A big, strong and still aboriginal. His arm were stiff and muscled. I was such a lilliputian, svelte thing. He could easily have caught me no subject how far I might feature fallen."You're very pretty,"he said. I just smiled and continued up the path. When he caught me my case had slipped up in my crotch. Now he was still behind me…should I adjust the wooing or just let it be ? …I was getting aroused by the thought of being watched…admired ? … by the better-looking native with the strong arms.

I mean, I'm attractive and draw in and he must also have been attracted to attractive me. It was lifelike and we were in Paradise. I just let it be and carry on my tramp. Let him look and look up to my physical body and my flesh and my almost naked bottom. Then, DAMN, I slipped again on the course and fell once again into his arms…my bare skin on his brown human body which was terribly quick on me. But this time I had seriously slipped and was totally in his coat of arms, against his chest."I'm so sorry,"I said. He just smiled…our bodies against each other's…warm, enfolding, clutching…ever so briefly and yet…it was on my mind and surely on his.

He put me down."The falls aren't far from here,"he said,"Be careful."“ Okay"is all the superb reply I could make, my face flush and didn't quite know why but I was blushing. It wasn't More than a quarter mile and we were at the foot of the free fall, apple trees abounding, I put down my cover and sat to catch my breath, putting aside my knapsack.

He was standing near."Are you going into the consortium,"he asked."In a minute,"I said. He disrobed and now was in a skin tight suit."A bronze god,"I thought looking at him now and surely he was or could take been that. Indeed. I glanced at his stage, thighs, his hips, breast, arms…the bump in his suit…I caught my breath again ! Then he dived into the pool and swam to the invertebrate foot of the free fall letting piss cleanse him…he swam back to where I was…"The body of water is so tonic,"he said, reaching his mitt to me…"seminal fluid on in…its chill and nice."I hesitated and then let him take my hand. He pulled on me gently and I was in the water. My lithe body passing by his…our shape touching slightly as I dived in. He was right. The weewee was cool and wonderful. We swam together to the falls and splashed underneath.

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

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

There were a few others at the decline, two tike and their category who splashed and played, I brought out the wine and the high mallow and bread…just enough for the two of us. The sun was in its descent…early afternoon. Stupid me ! I had forgotten to bring a cork screw…how to open the vino without a screw ? There was that tidings in my mind here with a god at the falls…but I was"screwless."I looked at him in disheartenment."Give me the nursing bottle,"he said and laughed."I know what to do. Say a prayer and close your optic,"he laughed again. And I did so. A mo later he took my hired man and gave me the feeding bottle, now overt."How did you do that ?"I exclaimed…"thaumaturgy ! Don't you believe in Magic ?"I laughed."But how ? …"

"I used my thumb,"he said."That is a very powerful quarter round,"I remarked and we both laughed and drank from the bottle. Then cheese, bread, our petty makeshift sandwich and Sir Thomas More drinking from the bottle…the splashing of the body of water from the autumn, the sky in the good afternoon beginning to turn pink…I looked around…the children and their families were gone…the two of us were very a good deal alone…I looked at Percy."This is why I come here at this fourth dimension. For peace."Peace, I thought, alone with a kind of peace… or if I was a piece…if only there was a book of rhyme with Old Khayyam…but a loaf of bread, a flask of vino here in the wilderness, with Percy…we shared the bottle…warming me in Paradise. The wine-colored 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 word in my head"‘ enchanted'…or ‘ enchanting.'I closed my eyes…truly…enchanting and a song came to me….Then Harry Hotspur said :"I have a confession,"I looked at him questioning,"I come here so often in the afternoon, I have a hoard just for an affair like this."The sky was growing pink. Percy stood and dived in the water. I watched his substantial legs and firm stern under his suit as he dived into the consortium and disappeared under the falls. He was gone now to his ‘ cache'emerging in moments…a bottle of vino lifted above his body, a gorgeous smiling, swimming to me and beside me now…using his thumb to give it, pushing the cork inside…"Surprise !"he exclaimed and we were both laughing. I hugged him…"Just for moment like this ?"And shared the new bottle. Hugging again.

His body was wet and slick and I rubbed his back…His helping hand were on mine, smoothing down my back and I began to prickle. That word :'enchanted.'I swallowed from his bottle, mine now empty…I kept him in a hug, his custody massaging my spine and down my back.

I heard the Word of God of Oscar Oscar Hammerstein II II, and the tattle of Blessed Virgin Martin or Mitzi Gaynor…they looked into the centre of Ezio Pinza or Rossano Brazzi…And it was me Carol at the Sacred Falls looking into the eye of him, Percy…smiling…Some Enchanted Evening….I will meet a stranger…thrills went down my back…his hands were down my back…my hands rubbing his back and down…"Who can explain it ? Who can recite you why ?"Those beautiful words of the song…and our bridge player on each other : who can explain it ? Not the words but the feelings, just now, in the wilderness, in Paradise…the sacred falls…his hands on my back…I shouldn't…I wouldn't…but I was…I was hot…his terribly hot hands on me…stroking, stroking…I didn't know what would happen next but they did.

He stood, lifting me…we embraced…"Some enchanting even"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 bottoms down…we were two hot au naturel fan, our flesh meeting…he was stiff and hot on me…I reached down…he pulled us into the pool, 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 water edge. I heard the pounding of the falls and he brought me to him…my legs around his typeface. I looked down and he smiled. He pulled me skinny to his smile, lifting my can on to his mouth. The muscular thumb…now gentling me…so"ahhh"gentle on my pussy rim, massaging. I closed my eyes. This enchanted evening.

My body 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 mitt were on his head…feeling his ears…and the motility of his lingua, bringing me to an edge.

I could finger him coming out of the syndicate now hovering over my body. He kissed me…both of us kissing…his loaded cock at me, touching me, searching for its home…I reached down to position him…he said"No… let slight Percy find you all by himself."Little Hotspur, indeed…I had felt the'footling"guy ! I didn't want to wait but removed my travelling bag on his huge cadaver cock…I felt him searching for my aching body…I was so prepare for this…needed this…needed to release.

Then I felt his peter at me…spreading my lips…slowly…he was such a specimen…this beautiful man and ‘ minuscule ‘ modest, immense, stiff Percy…I lifted for him…meeting him…wanting this…on my enamour evening with a stranger a beautiful stranger…"Oh !"I didn't have to wait any longer…he was inside and bass and pressing and again…I lifted again to take all of him into my physical structure,"milk me Man !"Please fuck me deep 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 declination pounding in my ears as ‘ fiddling Percy ‘ was pounding my cunt…then quieting me, smoothing me down with gentle osculation. I hugged him tight not wanting him to leave me but feeling him go lenient, slipping out and we laid, side by side.

He poured a small vino 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 live on feel on me where I was still hot…

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