A Night Not To Remember ... ..

1.

"If you ever tell anyone I 'll fucking vote out you !"

It did n't seem to count that I had Gary up against the wall by the shirt he could n't stop laughing, his extensive articulatio humeri were going up and down like he was going to consume a seizure or something.

"OK, OK !"His laughing subsided into stifled guffaws as I loosened my hold

"I 'm telling you.."

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

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

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

"Well 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 Sir Thomas More pissed than me but she was just ..."My conversation was just tailing off into unfinished sentences at this point.

Gary looked on in wonder and expectation at what I was going to say, like he was listening to some bang-up speechifier about to pass on the wisdom of Plato, mind you he always was one for a taradiddle. I slumped back in the armchair as the telly flickered its nonsense in the corner.

How was I to know ? I mean, it should consume been obvious, should n't it ?

2.

The Saint George was a convention pub, our local since we were nestling of 15, always trying to convince the mixologist we were senior than we looked.

"It 's just you mate, blighter look younger these days. upright tone at atomic number 29, just Kid ai n't they ?"

Harry had run the place for 40 class and when he died it never seemed the same. Thank God for that, it was a blooming depressing maw of a souse and the day it reopened all the crumpet from miles around came every Fri and Sat night. And there WE were, Gary and Dean ; the Lone ranger and Clint Eastwood or whoever we decided to be on the Nox. Bloody hell we screwed some razzing we 'd met at that place renamed The Oasis and it certainly was that. A pleasure castle full of aphrodisiac adult female, bulwark to wall buns. Gary always went for the blond but I was n't crabbed, any hole was a destination as far as I was concerned. If she looked like a good fuck all the in force and if she had big tits I was immediately drawn. I 'd always had this thing about doll with big depreciator, the freehanded the unspoilt and The Oasis was n't poor on that front. We 'd ply the fille with drinks and then palaver them back to our home where we 'd have a go at it 'em and call them a cab afterwards. Gentlemen to the last ! One time we somehow managed to swap dame in the midriff of the night, God knows how but it made for an occupy comparability conversation over breakfast in the morning.

It was our usual modus operandi, work all hebdomad, fuck all weekend and we were bloody good at it. But stopping point Saturday I could n't believe my luck and I should n't let either. We 'd been chatting up these two girls from a hotel on the seafront a few mi away. They 'd come in over because they were bored with the local anesthetic night life and had heard our place was pretty good. Good ? It was fucking awesome ! Ten different lager beer on tap, brilliant bogs, the urinals were actually mannequins where you pissed between their peg. I mean, classy or what ? The disco music was fucking superb and there were seating John Wilkes Booth where you could get a blow-job without anyone seeing. See what I mean ? Awesome ! But last Saturday it changed, live on Sat I saw HER. I dunno, it was sort of a double-take. I was coming out of the gents when I bumped head first into this, this, this GODDESS.

I was n't looking where I was going admittedly, in fact I was adjusting my dick for utmost bulge effect which for me was n't hard and my face found itself shoved between what must own been the openhanded tits I have ever, ever seen.

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

"If you want"came the reply.

It sorting of started at storey story, the obtuse but calm gaze that took in every single inch of the buxom beauty before me. There was the gold high-heeled strappy shoes, the nylon covered legs that seemed to shimmer and sparkle in the flashing luminance from across the crowded but suddenly seemingly empty room, the black and gilded clingy dress that hugged those busty articulatio coxae, the enormous boobs that perched tantalisingly on the top of the strapless bra that seemed to defy gravity itself, but about of all the perfumed, beautifully made-up, coiffured and bouffanted visual sense that opened her deep cherry red lips and said"I hope I did n't startle you ?"

I 'm not normally lost for words and I was n't now, except all I could come up was"Sorry, I was n't looking. Sorry."Jesus, not practically of a chat-up melodic phrase was it ?

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

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

What the fuck or who the piece of ass was that ? My balls were suddenly on fire and my stopcock was straining like a rottweiler who 'd just seen a burglar. Oh my piece of tail christ, who was that ? No way was I moving from this spot until she came out again. I found myself almost pacing, shuffling about until at last the room access opened and she reappeared.

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

I relaxed a piffling though still like a coiled spring in my trousers and took a chance.

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

"Well you 're total of yourself are n't you ?"she laughed, a form of 'he 's a tryer, I 'll have him that'kind of laugh.

"Sally. Nice to bump into you Dean. It 's my commencement fourth dimension here so are you going to buy me a drink first ?"

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

"Damn right on"I said.

"I 'll be over there, waiting."

Her voice was like silk, like pick, like melted Milk River chocolate being poured into your ears.

"I 'll have a prominent gin and lemon to get me slack up"and she glided towards one of the secret seating areas.

I fumbled for my wallet and suddenly realised I 'd do in my pants and it was running down my leg. What the ass ? I paid for the drinks making certain of the extra gin in sortie 's methamphetamine hydrochloride and nipped quickly to the bog to tidy up a bit. Thank God I 'd worn dark trousers tonight.

3.

OK, OK, frisson out. Back to the bar, take hold of the drinks and over to the booth where I saw her. She was illuminated in a pin-spot of livid light from a small table lamp opposite which made her hair spark and dancing as if it was on fire. Her eye were same emeralds, green and scintillation jewel set in her marble-like features. As I put the glasses on the table she crossed her branch towards me which made her body swivel, her huge breasts jiggled with the motility and she could see I was transfixed by their sheer size.

"On the pull 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 wassail half my pint before she 'd eat up her drink. Three measuring rod of Gordons gin and not a careen.

"Another ?"

"Yes please"she winked.

What 's a bloke to do, three to a greater extent measures of gin to make for sure and the trade would be sealed I was for sure. Just ten minutes later her hired hand was inside my zip pulling at my sodden underpants which did n't appear to faze her at all. I 'm no puritan but she was trying to pull it off I 'm sure.

In the darkness that once was light, I 'd moved that hold over lamp, Sally freed my pecker from it 's pattern resting place and had my backbreaking and sizeable erecting in her warm fingers, pulling and tugging at it from the rootage to the knob. I 'm no slouch in the shaft department, I can blow a decent two handfuls and midst with it, but what happened succeeding nearly freaked me out.

sortie flicked her haircloth to one side, licked her lips and swallowed my whole stopcock right wing to the balls. I could n't help but gasp and looking around I hoped that no-one had heard me.

quip was sucking at my stopcock like a Dyson, her lips wrapped tight around my shaft slurping up and down and all the way down each time. It did n't aim foresightful until I felt my semen spurting out. It must have crashed against the spine of her throat because as soon as I started she forced her read/write head right down as hard as she could. This beautifully bosom 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 rim with her tongue.

"Get me another drinkable will you babe and then you can take me home to yours."

A sloppy dick is not an easy thing to get back into your trouser from a induct lieu but once the old fella was safely tucked away I half walked, half stumbled to the bar.

Half an minute later the social movement door was closed behind us and I lead Sally to my elbow room, pausing for both of us to use the can on the landing. Me first of row, that gave me meter to clean up a bit and swash 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 minutes passed and I thought to myself 'this is gon na be fucking amazing. This bird is just fucking incredible, Gary just wo n't fucking believe it when I tell him !'A few more than minute of arc went by and the anticipation was getting to me, my pecker was standing to attention, veins throbbing, knob bulging and precum seeping ; and there she was in the doorway.

It was like something from the proficient blue movie you 've ever seen. Those nylons were stockings, held up by six thick suspenders on a black long-line suspender belt sort of girdle thing and above that must suffer been ten pounds of titty supported by a bootleg strapless half-cup bra that held those monolithic mammaries pointing directly at me. She closed the door behind her and turned the key. The lighting from the light bulb on the landing shone through the old-fashioned frosted glass board barely illuminating the room and silhouetting Sally 's curvy frame from behind. Slowly her hired hand reached in figurehead of her elephantine boobs and unfastened the hold in front releasing the most glorious mountain I 'd ever seen. Self-supporting and firm, her tits were a wonderment of nature with quite the boastful raise nipples I had ever laid my eyes on. Walking over to the electric chair she deposited her apparel and reached inside her bag. Drawing out her mitt I saw she was clutching a small flask and a condom. Well, in for a cent ....

"I do like to make sure I 'm fully relaxed before I let anyone fuck me up the fanny !"she whispered. This was gon na be the swell night of my life, giant tits and a bird who wants anal on a get-go engagement, Christmas and birthday all at once. Sally took a long oceanic abyss draught from the flask and offered it to me. Hell why not, it tasted like a whiskey cocktail and pretty polish too.

4.

I 'm telling you, my cock was fucking raging for hours, I must have fucked those mammilla until they were raw, I sucked those pap and fucked those boobs so firmly my shaft was actually in sallying forth 's mouth as well. She sucked me dry Sir Thomas More than once and then came the last act, she pushed me down onto the bed, sucked me hard again and rammed my cock up her rear end ! !

I could pee out in the dim luminance she 'd pulled her scanty aside and as she rode me for what seemed ages my stopcock was swallowed up by an arsehole that had a besotted clench on my tool, albeit now topped off with a safety, like nothing I 've ever experienced.

quip was bouncing up and down like a matter possessed, a real slut, a whore, the skillful and muddy fuck I 've ever known. She was squeezing and pulling at her tits, tugging the nipples and forcing both into her bore and desperate rima oris, all the time begging"fill my arse with your cock, fuck me, know my behind, come in my arse, get along in me you dirty fucker, come in Sally 's rump, come in my bloody arse ! !"

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

My cock bucked and twitched and throbbed before loosing off spurts and spurt of seed, filling the condom gripped hard in sallying forth 's arsehole.

She screamed with delight only to asphyxiate her noises by stuffing both huge nipples into her mouth and continued bouncing up and down on my cock.

Jesus, what a drive, what a ass, what a fille !

sallying forth raised herself from her kneeling attitude, grabbed my slowly sinking appendage and without a discussion whipped off the safe and drank the contents, sucking it out of the sheath like juice from an ice-pole.

stone me ! What a piece of tail slut she was ! But she was n't finished yet, oh no !

Lifting up her breast she slowly dribbled my come onto them, rubbing over those mounds of pleasure, right over the nipple and into the cleavage and leaning forward wrapped them around my now reawakening member for a feisty tit-fuck, all the while sucking at my fat node as it thrust between those slippery pillows. Of course it did n't contain long for me to descend again and Sally eagerly sucked up every last drop of seminal fluid I could muster.

The night was drawing on and as sally was putting on her wearing apparel and shoes I boldly asked"So about next hebdomad then ?"

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

My straits was swimming with pleasure, my glob were empty and I was floating.

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

What a nighttime, what a bird, what a piece of ass ! Who 'd accept ever believed it ?

Laying there I heard Gary in the bog, noisy bastard, could n't be quiet if he tried. He must own heard the totally affair and I bet his night was n't anything like mine.

5.

Morning came and after a shower and a receive cupper to my surprisal Gary walked in the back door.

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

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

"Nah do n't blab shit, I heard you come in last night."

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

"You came home and went for a peeing, I heard you ! I 'd never mistake that torrent of a waterfall noise you make when you go to the bog, it 's patent ! Only a …."

Gary 's expression had n't changed but mine had. No, surely not. Yeah it was dark, but not that dark. It could n't have been ...

And so we sat opposite each former, me incredulous, him with his berm, those bloody, bloody shoulders of his. wanker !

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