A Night Not To Remember ... ..

1.

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

It did n't look to matter that I had Gary up against the wall by the shirt he could n't lay off laughing, his encompassing shoulders were going up and down like he was going to let a gaining control or something.

"OK, OK !"His laughing subsided into smother guffaws as I loosened my grasp

"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 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 ?"

"looking at, I know you did n't see her and God knows how unless you were Thomas More pee-pee than me but she was just ..."My conversation was just tailing off into unfinished sentences at this point.

Gary looked on in curiosity and outlook at what I was going to say, like he was listening to some groovy orator about to impart the wisdom of Plato, mind you he always was one for a story. I slumped back in the armchair as the telly flickered its falderol in the corner.

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

2.

The George III was a formula pub, our local since we were kids of 15, always trying to win over the barman we were one-time than we looked.

"It 's just you mate, blokes look younger these 24-hour interval. Just facial expression at copper color, just kids ai n't they ?"

Harry had run the place for forty years and when he died it never seemed the Lapplander. Thank God for that, it was a bloody lower hollow of a boozer and the day it reopened all the crumpet from miles around came every Fri and Saturday dark. And there WE were, Gary and Dean ; the Lone fire warden and Clint Eastwood or whoever we decided to be on the dark. Bloody hell we screwed some birds we 'd met at that berth renamed The haven and it certainly was that. A pleasure palace full of aphrodisiac women, wall to fence in fanny. Gary always went for the blonde but I was n't crabby, any fix was a destination as far as I was concerned. If she looked like a good roll in the hay all the honorable and if she had big tits I was immediately drawn. I 'd always had this thing about birds with big knockers, the grownup the meliorate and The haven was n't poor on that front. We 'd ply the young lady with deglutition and then cajole them back to our place where we 'd get laid 'em and call them a cab afterwards. Gentlemen to the last ! One time we somehow managed to swop birds in the middle of the Nox, God knows how but it made for an interesting comparison conversation over breakfast in the morning.

It was our usual routine, work all week, fuck all weekend and we were bloody good at it. But conclusion Sabbatum I could n't believe my luck and I should n't let either. We 'd been chatting up these two lady friend from a hotel on the seafront a few miles away. They 'd add up over because they were bored with the local night life and had heard our office was pretty good. Good ? It was fucking awesome ! Ten different lagers on tap, brilliant peat bog, the urinals were actually mannequins where you pissed between their pegleg. I mean, classy or what ? The disco was fucking brilliant and there were seating booths where you could get a blow-job without anyone visual perception. See what I mean ? Awesome ! But last Sabbatum it changed, last Sabbatum I saw HER. I dunno, it was sort of a double-take. I was coming out of the cuss 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 stopcock for uttermost bulge gist which for me was n't difficult and my human face found itself shoved between what must own been the crowing tits I have ever, ever seen.

"roll in the hay me !"I said before I 'd even looked up to see who was attached to these hitman that had attacked me.

"If you want"came the reply.

It sort of started at floor stage, the slow but steady gaze that took in every single inch of the busty beauty before me. There was the Au high-heeled strappy shoes, the nylon covered legs that seemed to shimmer and sparkle in the flashing igniter from across the crowded but suddenly seemingly empty-bellied way, the Negro and gold clingy dress that hugged those bosomy hips, the enormous boobs that perched tantalisingly on the top of the strapless bra that seemed to dare soberness itself, but near of all the perfumed, beautifully made-up, coiffured and bouffanted visual modality that opened her deep cherry 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 summon was"Sorry, I was n't looking. Sorry."Good Shepherd, not practically of a chat-up occupation was it ?

"Never psyche, side by side meter 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 nooky or who the fuck was that ? My orb were suddenly on fire and my prick was straining like a rottweiler who 'd just seen a burglar. Oh my bonk Redeemer, who was that ? No way was I moving from this spot until she came out again. I found myself almost tempo, shuffling about until at live on the room access opened and she reappeared.

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

I relaxed a short though still like a coiled spring in my pant 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 full of yourself are n't you ?"she laughed, a sorting of 'he 's a tryer, I 'll make him that'form of laugh.

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

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

"darn correct"I said.

"I 'll be over there, waiting."

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

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

I fumbled for my notecase and suddenly realised I 'd descend in my pants and it was running down my leg. What the fuck ? I paid for the swallow making sure of the extra gin in wisecrack 's glass and nipped quickly to the bog to tidy up a bit. Thank God I 'd worn dark trouser tonight.

3.

OK, OK, chill 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 white luminosity from a small table lamp opposite which made her haircloth flicker and dance as if it was on fire. Her eyes were like emeralds, park and sparkling jewels set in her marble-like features. As I put the methamphetamine on the table she crossed her peg towards me which made her body swivel, her Brobdingnagian boob 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 imbibe half my pint before she 'd fetch up her drink. Three meter of Gordons gin and not a wobble.

"Another ?"

"Yes please"she winked.

What 's a bloke to do, three Sir Thomas More standard of gin to make sure and the deal would be sealed I was trusted. Just ten minutes later her hand was inside my zip pulling at my sodden underpants which did n't appear to unsettle her at all. I 'm no prude but she was trying to pull it off I 'm sure.

In the darkness that once was low-cal, I 'd moved that mesa lamp, crack freed my stopcock from it 's normal resting place and had my tough and respectable erecting in her warm fingers, pulling and tugging at it from the root to the knob. I 'm no slouch in the cock department, I can boast a decent two fistful and thick with it, but what happened side by side nearly freaked me out.

Sally flicked her haircloth to one incline, licked her sassing and swallowed my whole rooster 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 shaft like a Dyson, her mouth wrapped tight around my shaft slurping up and down and all the way down each time. It did n't take away foresighted until I felt my semen spurting out. It must have crashed against the book binding of her throat because as soon as I started she forced her straits right down as arduous as she could. This beautifully bosomed goddess had just given me the best blow-job I 'd ever had and as her head word 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 family to yours."

A sloppy gumshoe is not an slow thing to get back into your trousers from a invest position but once the old bloke was safely tucked away I half walked, half stumbled to the bar.

Half an hour later the front man door was closed behind us and I lead Sally to my room, pausing for both of us to use the bathroom on the landing place. Me first of trend, that gave me prison term 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 instant passed and I thought to myself 'this is gon na be fucking amazing. This doll is just fucking unbelievable, Gary just wo n't fucking believe it when I tell him !'A few more hour went by and the prevision was getting to me, my prick was standing to attention, mineral vein 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 nylon were stockings, held up by six thick suspenders on a black long-line suspender belt sort of girdle thing and above that must have been ten Cypriot pound of tits 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 light from the light bulb on the landing place shone through the old-fashioned frosted glass venire barely illuminating the room and silhouetting sortie 's bosomy frame from behind. Slowly her hands reached in front line of her giant tit and unfastened the clasp in front releasing the most glorious sight I 'd ever seen. Self-supporting and firm, her tits were a curiosity of nature with quite the biggest rear pap I had ever laid my eyes on. Walking over to the chair she deposited her apparel and reached inside her bag. Drawing out her hand I saw she was clutching a small-scale flask and a condom. Well, in for a penny ....

"I do like to make indisputable I 'm fully relaxed before I let anyone fuck me up the tail end !"she whispered. This was gon na be the greatest night of my life sentence, giant tits and a bird who wants anal retentive on a first date, Christmas Day and birthday all at once. Sally took a long thick 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 shaft was fucking raging for hour, I must have fucked those tits until they were raw, I sucked those nipples and fucked those bosom so firmly my cock was actually in Sally 's rima oris as well. She sucked me dry more than than once and then came the net act, she pushed me down onto the bed, sucked me hard again and rammed my cock up her arse ! !

I could make out in the dim lighter she 'd pulled her panties aside and as she rode me for what seemed ages my cock was swallowed up by an arsehole that had a tight bobby pin on my prick, 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 slut, a whore, the practiced and dirtiest fuck I 've ever known. She was squeezing and pulling at her breast, tugging the nipples and forcing both into her eager and desperate oral fissure, all the time begging"Fill my arse with your peter, fuck me, fuck my backside, come in my derriere, arrive in me you dirty fucker, come in sallying forth 's arse, come in my love arse ! !"

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

My cock bucked and twitched and throbbed before loosing off jet and spirt of come, filling the condom gripped hard in Sally 's arsehole.

She screamed with delight only to suffocate her dissonance by stuffing both immense nipples into her back talk and continued bouncing up and down on my peter.

Deliverer, what a ride, what a piece of tail, what a girl !

sortie raised herself from her kneeling spot, grabbed my slowly sinking appendage and without a word whipped off the safe and drank the contents, sucking it out of the sheath like succus from an ice-pole.

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

Lifting up her tits she slowly dribbled my come onto them, rubbing over those cumulus of delight, right over the nipples and into the cleavage and leaning forward wrapped them around my now reawakening penis for a plucky tit-fuck, all the while sucking at my fat knob as it thrust between those slippery pillows. Of course of study it did n't take long for me to do again and Sally eagerly sucked up every finish pearl of cum I could muster.

The Night was drawing on and as sally was putting on her dress and brake shoe I boldly asked"So about succeeding calendar week then ?"

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

My head was swimming with pleasure, my Ball were empty 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 dark, what a bird, what a screw ! Who 'd have ever believed it ?

laying there I heard Gary in the bog, noisy illegitimate, could n't be calm down if he tried. He must have heard the unscathed thing and I bet his nighttime was n't anything like mine.

5.

Morning came and after a shower and a welcome cupper to my surprise Gary walked in the spinal column door.

"What you been doing out in the garden at this metre of the morning ?"I looked at him puzzled as Gary was n't really a nurseryman 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 girls, been at it all night ! What a night I 've had, I tell you mate ..."

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

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

"You came home and went for a water, I heard you ! I 'd never err that torrent of a waterfall stochasticity you make when you go to the bog, it 's unmistakable ! Only a …."

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

And so we sat opposite each other, me incredulous, him with his berm, those blooming, crashing shoulders of his. jerk-off !

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