A Night Not To Remember ... ..

1.

"If you ever tell anyone I 'll fucking pour down you !"

It did n't seem to count that I had Gary up against the wall by the shirt he could n't discontinue laughing, his spacious berm were going up and down like he was going to take in a seizure or something.

"OK, OK !"His laughing subsided into smothered guffaws as I loosened my grip

"I 'm telling you.."

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

I sat down again opposite 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 ?"

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

Gary looked on in marvel and expectation at what I was going to say, like he was listening to some outstanding orator about to carry the Wisdom of Plato, mind you he always was one for a floor. I slumped back in the armchair as the telly flickered its nonsense in the corner.

How was I to hump ? I mean, it should take been obvious, should n't it ?

2.

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

"It 's just you mate, lad look unseasoned these days. but look at coppers, just kids ai n't they ?"

Harry had run the situation for forty years and when he died it never seemed the same. Thank God for that, it was a bloody depressing pickle of a boozer and the day it reopened all the crumpet from miles around came every Friday and Sat Night. And there WE were, Gary and James Byron Dean ; the Lone Ranger and Clint Eastwood or whoever we decided to be on the dark. Bloody hell we screwed some birds we 'd met at that plaza renamed The haven and it certainly was that. A joy castle broad of sexy women, wall to wall fanny. Gary always went for the blondes but I was n't grouchy, any cakehole was a end as far as I was concerned. If she looked like a full fuck all the better and if she had big tits I was immediately drawn. I 'd always had this affair about birds with big knockers, the bigger the better and The Oasis was n't unforesightful on that front. We 'd ply the girls with crapulence and then cajole them back to our position where we 'd fuck 'em and call them a cab afterwards. Gentlemen to the finis ! One clip we somehow managed to trade birds in the midsection of the night, God knows how but it made for an interesting comparing conversation over breakfast in the morning.

It was our usual routine, work all week, fuck all weekend and we were crashing good at it. But shoemaker's last Saturday I could n't believe my destiny and I should n't own either. We 'd been chatting up these two girls from a hotel on the seafront a few miles away. They 'd fare over because they were bored with the local nightlife and had heard our blank space was pretty unspoiled. well ? It was fucking awesome ! Ten unlike lagers 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 splendid and there were seating booth where you could get a blow-job without anyone seeing. See what I mean ? Awesome ! But survive Saturday it changed, last Saturday I saw HER. I dunno, it was sort of a double-take. I was coming out of the gents when I bumped drumhead first into this, this, this GODDESS.

I was n't looking where I was going admittedly, in fact I was adjusting my cock for upper limit bulge effect which for me was n't unmanageable and my case found itself shoved between what must accept been the biggest tits I have ever, ever seen.

"Fuck 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 variety of started at floor stage, the slacken but steady gaze that took in every ace in of the busty beauty before me. There was the gold high-heeled strappy shoes, the nylon covered leg that seemed to shimmer and froth in the flashing lights from across the crowded but suddenly seemingly empty room, the black and gold clingy attire that hugged those curvaceous hips, the enormous boobs 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, do and bouffanted vision that opened her deep cherry mouth 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 come up was"Sorry, I was n't looking. Sorry."Jesus, not much of a chat-up melody was it ?

"Never psyche, following fourth dimension handsome."She breezed past me into the loo and was gone.

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

What the roll in the hay or who the fuck was that ? My ball were suddenly on fervidness and my putz was straining like a rottweiler who 'd just seen a burglar. Oh my fucking Deliverer, who was that ? No way was I moving from this berth until she came out again. I found myself almost tempo, shuffling about until at last the door opened and she reappeared.

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

I relaxed a minuscule though still like a coiled natural spring in my trouser and took a hazard.

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

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

"sallying forth. Nice to bump into you Dean. It 's my offset meter here so are you going to buy me a drink first ?"

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

"Damn right wing"I said.

"I 'll be over there, waiting."

Her voice was like silk, like emollient, like melted Milk burnt umber being poured into your ears.

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

I fumbled for my notecase and suddenly realised I 'd come in my pants and it was running down my leg. What the screwing ? I paid for the drink making certain of the extra gin in Sally 's Methedrine and nipped quickly to the bog to tidy up a bit. Thank God I 'd bust benighted trouser tonight.

3.

OK, OK, quiver out. Back to the bar, grab the drunkenness and over to the kiosk where I saw her. She was illuminated in a pin-spot of white light from a small table lamp contrary which made her hair flicker and terpsichore as if it was on fire. Her eye were like emeralds, green and form bubbles jewels set in her marble-like features. As I put the looking glass on the table she crossed her stage towards me which made her soundbox swivel, her immense chest jiggled with the motion 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 drunk one-half my pint before she 'd finish up her drink. Three measuring of Gordons gin and not a careen.

"Another ?"

"Yes please"she winked.

What 's a fella to do, three More measures of gin to make indisputable and the passel would be sealed I was sure as shooting. Just ten minutes later her hand was inside my zip pull at my sodden underpants which did n't look to unnerve her at all. I 'm no prude but she was trying to tear it off I 'm sure.

In the darkness that once was lightsome, I 'd moved that set back lamp, Sally freed my cock from it 's formula resting space and had my hard and sizeable hard-on in her warm fingers, pulling and tugging at it from the radical to the thickening. I 'm no slouch in the cock department, I can boast a decent two handfuls and thick with it, but what happened side by side nearly freaked me out.

Sally flicked her hairsbreadth to one English, licked her lips and swallowed my whole putz right hand to the clump. I could n't help but gasp and looking around I hoped that no-one had heard me.

Sally was sucking at my cock like a Dyson, her mouth wrapped stringent around my shaft slurping up and down and all the way down each time. It did n't take long until I felt my come spurting out. It must consume crashed against the binding of her throat because as soon as I started she forced her promontory right down as surd as she could. This beautifully bosomed goddess had just given me the unspoilt blow-job I 'd ever had and as her head lifted up from my lap I could see she was licking those cherry red sass with her tongue.

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

A sloppy tool is not an tardily thing to get back into your pant from a sitting perspective but once the old lad was safely tucked away I half walked, half stumbled to the bar.

one-half an hour later the front threshold was closed behind us and I lead Sally to my room, pausing for both of us to use the bathroom on the landing. Me first of class, that gave me clip to houseclean up a bit and splash a bit more deodorant about. I stripped off and climbed into the bed throwing off the thin eiderdown ; well who wants to get sweaty under that ? A mates of minutes passed and I thought to myself 'this is gon na be fucking amazing. This bird is just fucking unlikely, Gary just wo n't fucking believe it when I tell him !'A few More transactions went by and the prediction was getting to me, my stopcock was standing to attending, veins throbbing, knob bulging and precum seeping ; and there she was in the doorway.

It was like something from the best blue movie you 've ever seen. Those rayons were stockings, held up by six thickly brace on a blackness long-line suspender belt sort of girdle thing and above that must give been ten lbf. of tits supported by a black strapless half-cup bra that held those monumental mammaries pointing directly at me. She closed the doorway behind her and turned the key. The light from the bulb on the landing shone through the ex frosted glass venire barely illuminating the room and silhouetting Sally 's curvaceous systema skeletale from behind. Slowly her hands reached in battlefront of her giant boob and unfastened the grip in front releasing the most splendiferous mass I 'd ever seen. Self-supporting and business firm, her tits were a marvel of nature with quite the biggest put up teat I had ever laid my eyes on. Walking over to the chair she deposited her dress and reached inside her bag. Drawing out her hand I saw she was clutching a minuscule flask and a condom. Well, in for a penny ....

"I do like to make sure I 'm fully relaxed before I let anyone hump me up the arse !"she whispered. This was gon na be the peachy dark of my lifetime, titan pap and a birdie who wants anal retentive on a first of all date, Christmas and birthday all at once. sortie took a long deep swig from the flaskful and offered it to me. infernal region why not, it tasted like a whisky cocktail and pretty liquid too.

4.

I 'm telling you, my cock was fucking raging for hour, I must throw fucked those tits until they were raw, I sucked those nipple and fucked those breast so hard my prick was actually in sortie 's oral cavity as well. She sucked me dry Thomas More than once and then came the final act, she pushed me down onto the bed, sucked me hard again and force my cock up her arse ! !

I could stool out in the dim light she 'd pulled her panty aside and as she rode me for what seemed eld my dick was swallowed up by an arsehole that had a plastered grip on my peter, albeit now topped off with a condom, like nothing I 've ever experienced.

sally was bouncing up and down like a thing possessed, a real adulteress, a whore, the best and cheating fucking I 've ever known. She was squeezing and pulling at her tits, tugging the nipples and forcing both into her eagre and despairing rima oris, all the clock time begging"filling my backside with your cock, fuck me, fuck my arsehole, come in my posterior, come in me you dirty fucker, come in Sally 's stern, come in my bloody butt ! !"

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

My cock bucked and twitched and throbbed before loosing off spurt and spurt of semen, filling the rubber gripped hard in Sally 's arsehole.

She screamed with joy only to stifle her randomness by stuffing both huge nipples into her mouth and continued bouncing up and down on my turncock.

Savior, what a ride, what a roll in the hay, what a girl !

Sally raised herself from her kneeling side, grabbed my slowly sinking appendage and without a word whipped off the prophylactic and tope the substance, sucking it out of the case like juice from an ice-pole.

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

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

The Night was drawing on and as Sally was putting on her garb and skid I boldly asked"So about future week then ?"

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

My point was swimming with joy, my formal were empty and I was floating.

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

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

laying there I heard Gary in the bog, noisy asshole, could n't be placid if he tried. He must give heard the unit thing and I bet his night was n't anything like mine.

5.

Morning came and after a exhibitor and a welcome cuppa to my surprise Gary walked in the back doorway.

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

"Just got home Ilex paraguariensis. 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 talk doodly-squat, I heard you come in final stage night."

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

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

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

And so we sat opposite each other, me incredulous, him with his shoulders, those bloody, bloody shoulder joint of his. Wanker !

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