A Night Not To Think Back ... .


Anal, Oral-Sex, Transvestite
A dark Not To Remember ... ..

1.

"If you ever tell anyone I 'll fucking kill you !"

It did n't appear to matter that I had Gary up against the wall by the shirt he could n't stop laughing, his broad shoulder were going up and down like he was going to have a seizure or something.

"OK, OK !"His laughing subsided into stifled belly laugh as I loosened my grip

"I 'm telling you.."

"Yeah, OK, OK. I would n't dare would I ? You 're my good mate."

I sat down again diametrical him and buried my head in my hands.

"What I do n't get is how ? Or, or why, but how ?"

"fountainhead you 'd had a few had n't you ?

"Yeah but how, it 's not as if she ..."

"What, she what ?"

"Look, I know you did n't see her and God knows how unless you were more slopped than me but she was just ..."My conversation was just tailing off into unfinished condemnation at this point.

Gary looked on in admiration and first moment at what I was going to say, like he was listening to some great orator about to impart the wisdom of Plato, mind you he always was one for a news report. I slumped back in the armchair as the telly flickered its nonsense in the corner.

How was I to make out ? I mean, it should have been obvious, should n't it ?

2.

The George II was a normal pub, our local since we were kids of 15, always trying to convince the barman we were older than we looked.

"It 's just you mate, feller look youthful these sidereal day. Just look at coppers, just kids ai n't they ?"

Harry had run the place for forty old age and when he died it never seemed the like. Thank God for that, it was a bloody depressing hole of a boozer and the day it reopened all the crumpet from miles around came every Fri and Saturday night. And there WE were, Gary and Dean ; the Lone fire warden and Clint Eastwood or whoever we decided to be on the nighttime. Bloody hell we screwed some chick we 'd met at that property renamed The Oasis and it certainly was that. A pleasure castle full of sexy cleaning woman, wall to wall bum. Gary always went for the blondes but I was n't fussy, any kettle of fish was a goal as far as I was concerned. If she looked like a good piece of ass all the better and if she had big tits I was immediately drawn. I 'd always had this thing about snort with big knockers, the bigger the better and The oasis was n't short-change on that front. We 'd ply the girls with drinks and then coax them back to our piazza where we 'd fuck 'em and call them a cab afterwards. man to the hold up ! One sentence we somehow managed to swap Bronx cheer in the middle of the night, God knows how but it made for an interesting comparison conversation over breakfast in the morning.

It was our usual routine, oeuvre all week, fuck all weekend and we were blinking salutary at it. But last Saturday I could n't believe my circumstances and I should n't have either. We 'd been chatting up these two girl from a hotel on the seafront a few miles away. They 'd come over because they were bored with the local anesthetic nightlife and had heard our property was pretty good. Good ? It was fucking awing ! Ten dissimilar lager on tap, brilliant peat bog, the urinals were actually mannequins where you pissed between their legs. I mean, classy or what ? The disco was fucking brilliant and there were seating booths where you could get a blow-job without anyone sightedness. See what I mean ? Awesome ! But terminal Saturday it changed, lowest Sabbatum I saw HER. I dunno, it was sort of a double-take. I was coming out of the gents when I bumped psyche first into this, this, this GODDESS.

I was n't looking where I was going admittedly, in fact I was adjusting my cock for maximum bulge outcome which for me was n't difficult and my face found itself shoved between what must suffer been the biggest knocker I have ever, ever seen.

"shag me !"I said before I 'd even looked up to see who was attached to these torpedoes that had attacked me.

"If you want"came the reply.

It sort of started at floor horizontal surface, the boring but steady gaze that took in every unity column inch of the busty knockout before me. There was the gold high-heeled strappy skid, the nylon covered legs that seemed to shimmer and sparkle in the flashing lights from across the crowded but suddenly seemingly hollow room, the black and gilt clingy frock that hugged those sonsie coxa, the tremendous titty that perched tantalisingly on the top of the strapless bra that seemed to defy gravity itself, but most of all the perfumed, beautifully made-up, coiffured and bouffanted vision that opened her bass cherry lips and said"I hope I did n't startle you ?"

I 'm not normally lost for word of honor and I was n't now, except all I could muster up was"Sorry, I was n't looking. Sorry."Jesus, not very much of a chat-up line was it ?

"Never mind, side by side time handsome."She breezed past me into the loo and was gone.

Suddenly the noise of the discotheque returned and I snapped out of what seemed like a trance.

What the fuck or who the fuck was that ? My balls were suddenly on fire and my cock was straining like a rottweiler who 'd just seen a burglar. Oh my fucking Christ, who was that ? No way was I moving from this office until she came out again. I found myself almost pacing, shuffling about until at endure the door opened and she reappeared.

"You still here ? I must have made an impression."

I relaxed a footling though still like a coiled leap in my pant and took a chance.

"Ai n't seen you here before and I would suffer noticed you. I 'm Dean, and you are ?"

"fountainhead you 're full-of-the-moon of yourself are n't you ?"she laughed, a sort of 'he 's a tryer, I 'll give him that'kind of laugh.

"Sally. Nice to find into you Dean. It 's my first prison term here so are you going to buy me a drink first ?"

Her eye did n't act at all, they were fixed on mine as she stepped forward and grabbed my cock through the obvious tent gibbousness in my trousers.

"Damn rightfield"I said.

"I 'll be over there, waiting."

Her voice was like silk, like cream, like melted milk chocolate being poured into your ears.

"I 'll have a large gin and lemon to get me relaxed"and she glided towards one of the private seating areas.

I fumbled for my pocketbook and suddenly realised I 'd arrive in my knickers and it was running down my leg. What the fuck ? I paid for the drinks making sure of the spear carrier gin in Sally 's drinking glass and nipped quickly to the bog to tidy up a bit. Thank God I 'd fatigue dark trousers tonight.

3.

OK, OK, chill out. Back to the bar, grab the drinkable and over to the booth where I saw her. She was illuminated in a pin-spot of white illumination from a pocket-sized table lamp opposite which made her hair flicker and dance as if it was on fire. Her optic were comparable emeralds, green and froth precious stone set in her marble-like features. As I put the glasses on the table she crossed her peg towards me which made her organic structure swivel, her huge tit jiggled with the move and she could see I was transfixed by their sheer size.

"On the pulling tonight are you then ?"

"Always, you free ?"

Not much of a conversation but we both seemed to now where it was leading. I 'd barely pledge half my dry pint before she 'd complete her drink. Three bar of Gordons gin and not a wobble.

"Another ?"

"Yes please"she winked.

What 's a bloke to do, three more amount of gin to build for certain and the deal would be sealed I was certainly. Just ten second later her hired man was inside my zip pull at my sodden underpants which did n't seem to faze her at all. I 'm no prude but she was trying to draw in it off I 'm sure.

In the iniquity that once was light, I 'd moved that table lamp, Sally freed my cock from it 's normal resting office and had my hard and sizeable hard-on in her affectionate fingerbreadth, pulling and tugging at it from the root to the knob. I 'm no slouch in the cock section, I can boast a nice two handfuls and thick with it, but what happened next nearly freaked me out.

quip flicked her hair to one incline, licked her sass and swallowed my whole cock right to the balls. I could n't help but gasp and looking around I hoped that no-one had heard me.

Sally was sucking at my hammer like a Dyson, her mouth wrapped mean around my shaft slurping up and down and all the way down each prison term. It did n't take long until I felt my come spurting out. It must have got crashed against the back of her throat because as soon as I started she forced her capitulum right down as tough as she could. This beautifully bosomed goddess had just given me the best blow-job I 'd ever had and as her head lifted up from my lap I could see she was licking those cherry red backtalk with her tongue.

"Get me another drink will you babe and then you can take me plate to yours."

A sloppy shaft is not an easy thing to get back into your trousers from a seated position but once the old fella was safely tucked away I half walked, half stumbled to the bar.

one-half an 60 minutes later the strawman door was closed behind us and I lead Sally to my room, pausing for both of us to use the can on the landing. Me for the first time of course, that gave me time to clean up a bit and slop a bit more deodorant about. I stripped off and climbed into the bed throwing off the thin duvet ; well who wants to get sweaty under that ? A couple of mo passed and I thought to myself 'this is gon na be fucking amazing. This boo is just fucking unbelievable, Gary just wo n't fucking trust it when I tell him !'A few more proceedings went by and the prediction was getting to me, my cock was standing to attention, nervure throbbing, knob bulging and precum seeping ; and there she was in the doorway.

It was like something from the best down pic you 've ever seen. Those nylons were stockings, held up by six boneheaded suspenders on a black long-line suspender belt sorting of stays matter and above that must have been ten Ezra Pound of tits supported by a nigrify strapless half-cup bra that held those massive mammaries pointing directly at me. She closed the door behind her and turned the key. The luminousness from the electric-light bulb on the landing shone through the old-fashioned frosted trash panels barely illuminating the elbow room and silhouetting sortie 's curvaceous skeletal system from behind. Slowly her hands reached in front of her titan knocker and unfastened the clasp in front releasing the most splendid sight I 'd ever seen. Self-supporting and firm, her tits were a marvel of nature with quite the biggest tumid nipples I had ever laid my optic on. Walking over to the chair she deposited her clothes and reached inside her bag. Drawing out her hand I saw she was clutching a small flask and a condom. fountainhead, in for a penny ....

"I do like to get to sure as shooting I 'm fully relaxed before I let anyone fuck me up the arse !"she whispered. This was gon na be the not bad dark of my life, giant star tits and a chick who wants anal on a firstly date, Christmas and birthday all at once. sortie took a long late swig from the flaskful and offered it to me. Hell why not, it tasted like a whisky cocktail and pretty smooth too.

4.

I 'm telling you, my cock was fucking raging for hours, I must make fucked those mammilla until they were raw, I sucked those nipples and fucked those boobs so heavy my cock was actually in sally 's mouthpiece as well. She sucked me dry more than than once and then came the final act, she pushed me down onto the bed, sucked me firmly again and rammed my cock up her posterior ! !

I could make out in the dim sparkle she 'd pulled her panties aside and as she rode me for what seemed geezerhood my cock was swallowed up by an arsehole that had a tight traction on my cock, albeit now topped off with a condom, like nothing I 've ever experienced.

wisecrack was bouncing up and down like a thing possessed, a genuine loose woman, a whore, the best and muddy screwing I 've ever known. She was squeezing and pulling at her mammilla, tugging the mamilla and forcing both into her eager and heroic mouthpiece, all the sentence begging"Fill my derriere with your cock, fuck me, screw my butt, come in my arse, derive in me you dirty fucker, number in quip 's derriere, come in my blinking hind end ! !"

What 's a guy to do but what he 's told ?

My cock bucked and twitched and throbbed before loosing off squirt and jet of semen, filling the safety gripped hard in sortie 's arsehole.

She screamed with delectation only to stifle her noises by stuffing both vast pap into her sassing and continued bouncing up and down on my cock.

Saviour, what a ride, what a shtup, what a lady friend !

Sally raised herself from her kneeling position, grabbed my slowly sinking appendage and without a word whipped off the prophylactic and salute the contents, sucking it out of the cocktail dress like succus from an ice-pole.

Stone me ! What a fucking slut she was ! But she was n't finished yet, oh no !

Lifting up her titmouse she slowly dribbled my hail onto them, rubbing over those hummock of pleasure, right over the nipples and into the cleavage and leaning forward wrapped them around my now reawakening penis for a spunky tit-fuck, all the while sucking at my fat pommel as it thrust between those slippery pillows. Of course it did n't take long for me to add up again and Sally eagerly sucked up every last drop of come I could muster.

The Nox was drawing on and as wisecrack was putting on her dress and brake shoe I boldly asked"So about next hebdomad then ?"

She turned those cherry red mouth towards me and smiled."You never know who you 'll bump into. Maybe next workweek lover-boy."

My head was swimming with joy, my balls were vacate and I was floating.

"I 'll see myself out, nite nite"and after blowing me a candy kiss she was gone, just like that.

What a night, what a bird, what a fuck ! Who 'd have ever believed it ?

egg laying there I heard Gary in the bog, noisy bastard, could n't be tranquillise if he tried. He must have heard the unharmed thing and I bet his night was n't anything like mine.

5.

cockcrow came and after a exhibitioner and a welcome cupper to my surprise Gary walked in the back door.

"What you been doing out in the garden at this time of the forenoon ?"I looked at him puzzled as Gary was n't really a gardener at any sentence. He struggles with which end of the nigga to hold.

"Just got home Ilex paraguariensis. After you pissed off I got off with one of the girls, been at it all night ! What a night I 've had, I tell you mate ..."

"Nah do n't talk poop, I heard you come in last night."

Gary shrugged and looked at me a bit bemused. My saying seemed to own him wondering what I was going on about.

"You came habitation and went for a piddle, I heard you ! I 'd never mistake that torrent of a waterfall disturbance you make when you go to the bog, it 's unmistakable ! Only a …."

Gary 's grammatical construction had n't changed but mine had. No, surely not. Yeah it was darkness, but not that iniquity. It could n't get been ...

And so we sat opposite each early, me incredulous, him with his shoulder, those bloody, blinking shoulders of his. jerk-off !

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