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1.

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

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

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

"I 'm telling you.."

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

I sat down again opposite him and buried my straits 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 ?"

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

Gary looked on in admiration and expectation at what I was going to say, like he was listening to some bang-up rhetorician about to impart the wisdom of Plato, psyche you he always was one for a story. I slumped back in the armchair as the telly flickered its nonsensicality in the corner.

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

2.

The St. George was a pattern pub, our topical anesthetic since we were kids of 15, always trying to win over the barkeep we were older than we looked.

"It 's just you mate, blokes look young these day. Just aspect at copper color, just kids ai n't they ?"

Harry had run the place for forty geezerhood and when he died it never seemed the like. Thank God for that, it was a bloody press down hole of a souse and the day it reopened all the crumpet from mil around came every Friday and Saturday night. And there WE were, Gary and Dean ; the Lone Ranger and Clint Eastwood or whoever we decided to be on the night. Bloody inferno we screwed some chick we 'd met at that place renamed The haven and it certainly was that. A pleasure palace total of aphrodisiacal women, wall to fence in female genitals. Gary always went for the blondes but I was n't bad-tempered, any mess was a destination as far as I was concerned. If she looked like a skilful shtup all the better and if she had big mamilla I was immediately drawn. I 'd always had this thing about razz with big boob, the gravid the meliorate and The haven was n't short on that front. We 'd ply the girlfriend with drinks and then coax them back to our place where we 'd make out 'em and scream them a cab afterwards. Gentlemen to the last ! One time we somehow managed to swop birds in the eye of the night, God knows how but it made for an interesting comparison conversation over breakfast in the morning.

It was our common routine, study all workweek, fuck all weekend and we were bally good at it. But last Sat I could n't think my luck and I should n't have either. We 'd been chatting up these two girlfriend from a hotel on the seafront a few mil away. They 'd descend over because they were bored with the local nightlife and had heard our billet was pretty good. dependable ? It was fucking amazing ! Ten unlike laager on tap, brilliant bogs, the urinals were actually mannequins where you pissed between their legs. I mean, classy or what ? The disco was fucking glorious and there were seating booths where you could get a blow-job without anyone seeing. See what I mean ? Awesome ! But survive Sat it changed, last-place Saturday 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 cock for maximum bulge result which for me was n't difficult and my human face found itself shoved between what must have been the enceinte tit I have ever, ever seen.

"screwing 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 floor, the sluggish but steady gaze that took in every single inch of the sonsie beauty before me. There was the gold high-heeled strappy place, the nylon covered legs that seemed to shimmer and sparkle in the flashing lights from across the crowded but suddenly seemingly vacuous room, the pitch-black and gold clingy frock that hugged those curvaceous hips, the enormous breast that perched tantalisingly on the top of the strapless bra that seemed to dare gravity itself, but most of all the perfumed, beautifully made-up, coiffe and bouffanted visual sense that opened her deep cherry red mouth and said"I hope I did n't galvanise you ?"

I 'm not normally lost for lyric and I was n't now, except all I could summon was"Sorry, I was n't looking. Sorry."Jesus, not much of a chat-up line 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 screw or who the screw was that ? My balls were suddenly on attack and my dick 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 spot until she came out again. I found myself almost pacing, shuffling about until at last the threshold opened and she reappeared.

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

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

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

"fountainhead you 're full 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 break into you Dean. It 's my number 1 time here so are you going to buy me a drink first ?"

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

"Damn right"I said.

"I 'll be over there, waiting."

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

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

I fumbled for my wallet and suddenly realised I 'd come in my bloomers and it was running down my leg. What the fuck ? I paid for the drunkenness making surely of the spare gin in Sally 's glass and nipped quickly to the bog to square away up a bit. Thank God I 'd outwear dark trousers tonight.

3.

OK, OK, quiver out. Back to the bar, catch the drinks and over to the booth where I saw her. She was illuminated in a pin-spot of white luminosity from a modest tabular array lamp reverse which made her hair's-breadth flicker and dance as if it was on flaming. Her eyes were like emeralds, green and sparkling gem set in her marble-like features. As I put the methamphetamine on the table she crossed her legs towards me which made her consistence swivel, her huge knocker jiggled with the motion and she could see I was transfixed by their sheer size.

"On the puff 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 cease her drink. Three standard of Gordons gin and not a wobble.

"Another ?"

"Yes please"she winked.

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

In the iniquity that once was illumine, I 'd moved that set back lamp, sallying forth freed my cock from it 's normal resting office and had my hard and sizeable erection in her warm digit, pulling and tugging at it from the ascendant to the knob. I 'm no slouch in the cock department, I can boast a nice two fistful and midst with it, but what happened next nearly freaked me out.

Sally flicked her hair's-breadth to one side, licked her lip and swallowed my unanimous hammer right to the balls. I could n't help but heave and looking around I hoped that no-one had heard me.

Sally was sucking at my cock like a Dyson, her lips wrapped soused around my shaft slurping up and down and all the way down each metre. It did n't occupy longsighted until I felt my seed spurting out. It must consume crashed against the back of her throat because as soon as I started she forced her read/write head right down as strong as she could. This beautifully hug goddess had just given me the intimately blow-job I 'd ever had and as her head lifted up from my lap I could see she was licking those cherry red lips with her tongue.

"Get me another beverage 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 seated attitude but once the old fella was safely tucked away I half walked, half stumbled to the bar.

Half an time of day later the nominal head door was closed behind us and I lead Sally to my way, pausing for both of us to use the bathroom on the landing. Me first base of form, that gave me metre to pick 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 duad of minutes passed and I thought to myself 'this is gon na be fucking amazing. This bird is just fucking improbable, Gary just wo n't fucking conceive it when I tell him !'A few more transactions went by and the anticipation was getting to me, my hammer was standing to aid, mineral vein throbbing, knob bulging and precum seeping ; and there she was in the doorway.

It was like something from the best blue moving-picture show you 've ever seen. Those nylons were stockings, held up by six duncical gallus on a total darkness long-line brace belt sort of girdle affair and above that must receive been ten pounds of teat supported by a black strapless half-cup bra that held those massive mammaries pointing directly at me. She closed the door behind her and turned the key. The ignitor from the electric-light bulb on the landing shone through the old-fashioned frosted methamphetamine hydrochloride control panel barely illuminating the room and silhouetting sally 's buxom form from behind. Slowly her bridge player reached in battlefront of her giant boobs and unfastened the clasp in front releasing the most glorious pile I 'd ever seen. Self-supporting and business firm, her tits were a admiration of nature with quite the adult erect nipples I had ever laid my eyes on. Walking over to the hot seat she deposited her apparel and reached inside her bag. Drawing out her deal I saw she was clutching a small flask and a condom. fountainhead, in for a centime ....

"I do like to spend a penny sure I 'm fully relaxed before I let anyone screw me up the rump !"she whispered. This was gon na be the smashing night of my life, heavyweight boob and a snort who wants anal on a inaugural particular date, Christmas and birthday all at once. Sally took a long recondite gulp from the flaskful and offered it to me. Inferno 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 take fucked those tits until they were raw, I sucked those tit and fucked those boob so severely my cock was actually in quip 's mouth as well. She sucked me dry more than once and then came the final act, she pushed me down onto the bed, sucked me heavily again and ram down my cock up her arse ! !

I could take out in the dim light she 'd take out her scanty aside and as she rode me for what seemed ages my hammer was swallowed up by an arse that had a tight handgrip on my cock, albeit now topped off with a condom, like nil I 've ever experienced.

sortie was bouncing up and down like a affair possessed, a real jade, a sporting lady, the unspoiled and dirtiest fuck I 've ever known. She was squeezing and pulling at her knocker, tugging the nipples and forcing both into her eager and desperate mouth, all the time begging"filling my arse with your dick, jazz me, fuck my hindquarters, come in my rear end, come in me you dirty fucker, come in sally 's arse, come in my fucking butt ! !"

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

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

She screamed with pleasure only to strangle her noises by stuffing both immense mammilla into her mouthpiece and continued bouncing up and down on my cock.

the Nazarene, what a drive, what a roll in the hay, what a lady friend !

sally raised herself from her kneeling location, grabbed my slowly sinking feeling appendage and without a Logos whipped off the condom and tope the contents, sucking it out of the cocktail dress like juice from an ice-pole.

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

Lifting up her nipple she slowly dribbled my arrive onto them, rubbing over those knoll 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 knob as it thrust between those slippery pillows. Of course it did n't bring long for me to arrive again and Sally eagerly sucked up every finis drop of come I could muster.

The Nox was drawing on and as sortie was putting on her apparel and shoes I boldly asked"So about side by side week then ?"

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

My header was swimming with pleasure, my nut were evacuate 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 suffer ever believed it ?

laying there I heard Gary in the bog, noisy bastard, could n't be calm if he tried. He must let heard the whole matter and I bet his night was n't anything like mine.

5.

morning time came and after a exhibitor and a receive cuppa to my surprise Gary walked in the game 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 fellow. After you pissed off I got off with one of the girl, been at it all night ! What a night I 've had, I tell you mate ..."

"Nah do n't verbalise dickhead, I heard you come in terminal night."

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

"You came home and went for a piddle, I heard you ! I 'd never mistake that pelter of a falls randomness you make when you go to the bog, it 's unmistakable ! Only a …."

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

And so we sat opposite each other, me incredulous, him with his articulatio humeri, those crashing, bloody berm of his. Wanker !

right of first publication : Sally Slutton UK 2021