A Night Not To Remember ... ..

1.

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

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

"OK, OK !"His laughing subsided into asphyxiate belly laugh as I loosened my hold

"I 'm telling you.."

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

I sat down again face-to-face 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 time at this point.

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

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

2.

The George III was a normal pub, our topical anaesthetic since we were kids of 15, always trying to convince the barman we were onetime than we looked.

"It 's just you mate, gent look young these twenty-four hour period. merely look at coppers, just kids ai n't they ?"

Harry had run the seat for XL long time and when he died it never seemed the same. Thank God for that, it was a bloody demoralize hole of a lush and the day it reopened all the crumpet from Admiralty mile around came every Fri and Sabbatum night. And there WE were, Gary and James Byron Dean ; the Lone Ranger and Clint Eastwood or whoever we decided to be on the night. Bloody the pits we screwed some birds we 'd met at that place renamed The Oasis and it certainly was that. A delight palace full of aphrodisiacal cleaning woman, wall to wall fanny. Gary always went for the blondes but I was n't fussy, any mess was a destination as far as I was concerned. If she looked like a salutary fuck all the full and if she had big breast I was immediately drawn. I 'd always had this thing about chick with big knockers, the bigger the better and The Oasis was n't scant on that front. We 'd ply the girls with drinks and then coax them back to our place where we 'd have intercourse 'em and call them a cab afterwards. Gentlemen to the last ! One time we somehow managed to swap boo 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, work all week, fuck all weekend and we were blooming good at it. But last Saturday I could n't think my luck and I should n't get either. We 'd been chatting up these two female child from a hotel on the seafront a few miles away. They 'd come over because they were bored with the local night life and had heard our lieu was pretty good. Good ? It was fucking awesome ! Ten different lagers on tap, magnificent bogs, the urinals were actually mannequins where you pissed between their ramification. 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 concluding Saturday it changed, hold out Sat I saw HER. I dunno, it was kind 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 gibbosity effect which for me was n't difficult and my face found itself shoved between what must have been the biggest pap I have ever, ever seen.

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

"If you want"came the reply.

It sort of started at floor storey, the irksome but steady regard that took in every one column inch of the busty looker before me. There was the amber high-heeled strappy skid, the nylon covered peg that seemed to shimmer and sparkle in the flashing lights from across the crowded but suddenly seemingly empty-bellied room, the black and Au clingy clothes that hugged those curvaceous pelvic girdle, the enormous boobs that perched tantalisingly on the top of the strapless bra that seemed to resist sobriety itself, but nearly of all the perfumed, beautifully made-up, coiffured and bouffanted sight that opened her thick 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."Jesus, not practically of a chat-up logical argument was it ?

"Never head, next prison term handsome."She breezed past me into the loo and was gone.

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

What the fuck or who the fuck was that ? My testicle were suddenly on fire and my cock was straining like a rottweiler who 'd just seen a burglar. Oh my love Deliverer, 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 door opened and she reappeared.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"darn rightfulness"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 got a large gin and lemon to get me relaxed"and she glided towards one of the private seats areas.

I fumbled for my wallet and suddenly realised I 'd come in my pants and it was running down my leg. What the screwing ? I paid for the drinks making sure of the extra gin in sally 's chalk and nipped quickly to the bog to tidy up a bit. Thank God I 'd have on nighttime trousers tonight.

3.

OK, OK, chill out. Back to the bar, grab the drink and over to the booth where I saw her. She was illuminated in a pin-spot of flannel luminance from a small table lamp contrary which made her hairsbreadth glint and terpsichore as if it was on fire. Her eyes were like emeralds, green and sparkling jewels set in her marble-like features. As I put the eyeglasses on the board she crossed her legs towards me which made her body swivel, her vast boob jiggled with the motion and she could see I was transfixed by their sheer size.

"On the wrench 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 fuddle one-half my pint before she 'd eat up her swallow. Three measurement of Gordons gin and not a wobble.

"Another ?"

"Yes please"she winked.

What 's a fellow to do, three more touchstone of gin to build certain and the great deal would be sealed I was sure. Just ten minutes later her handwriting was inside my zip pulling at my sodden underpants which did n't look 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 table lamp, Sally freed my peter from it 's convention resting place and had my hard and sizeable erection in her strong digit, pulling and tugging at it from the root to the knob. I 'm no slouch in the cock department, I can boast a enough two fistful and thick with it, but what happened next nearly freaked me out.

quip flicked her hair to one position, licked her lips and swallowed my totally cock right field to the Lucille Ball. I could n't help but puff and looking around I hoped that no-one had heard me.

crack was sucking at my turncock like a Dyson, her backtalk wrapped sloshed around my pecker 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 have crashed against the back of her throat because as soon as I started she forced her head right down as heavy as she could. This beautifully bosomed goddess had just given me the in force blow-job I 'd ever had and as her straits lifted up from my lap I could see she was licking those red red lips with her tongue.

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

A sloppy dick is not an easy thing to get back into your pant from a induct position but once the old feller was safely tucked away I half walked, one-half stumbled to the bar.

one-half an hour later the front doorway was closed behind us and I lead Sally to my room, pausing for both of us to use the bathroom on the landing. Me kickoff of course, that gave me time to pick up a bit and slush a bit more deodorant about. I stripped off and climbed into the bed throwing off the slenderize duvet ; well who wants to get sweaty under that ? A couple of minute of arc passed and I thought to myself 'this is gon na be fucking amazing. This Bronx cheer is just fucking unbelievable, Gary just wo n't fucking consider it when I tell him !'A few Thomas More minutes went by and the expectancy was getting to me, my cock was standing to care, venous blood vessel 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 stocky suspenders on a bootleg long-line suspender belt sort of stays matter and above that must sustain been ten Ezra Loomis Pound of mammilla supported by a dark strapless half-cup bra that held those monumental mammaries pointing directly at me. She closed the door behind her and turned the key. The light from the medulla on the landing shone through the passee frost glass panels barely illuminating the room and silhouetting Sally 's curvaceous skeletal system from behind. Slowly her script reached in front of her elephantine dumbbell and unfastened the clasp in front releasing the most glorious visual modality I 'd ever seen. Self-supporting and business firm, her boob were a wonder of nature with quite the full-grown rear nipples I had ever laid my center on. Walking over to the chairman she deposited her clothes and reached inside her bag. Drawing out her hand I saw she was clutching a small flaskful and a safety. Well, in for a penny ....

"I do like to make certainly I 'm fully relaxed before I let anyone fuck me up the arse !"she whispered. This was gon na be the greatest night of my biography, gargantuan nipple and a bird who wants anal on a inaugural date, Dec 25 and birthday all at once. Sally took a foresighted deep draft from the flaskful and offered it to me. the pits why not, it tasted like a whisky cocktail and pretty smooth too.

4.

I 'm telling you, my prick was fucking raging for hr, I must have fucked those tits until they were raw, I sucked those nipples and fucked those boobs so severely my stopcock was actually in Sally 's rima oris as well. She sucked me dry more than once and then came the final act, she pushed me down onto the bed, sucked me hard again and pound my peter up her arse ! !

I could work out in the dim light she 'd pulled her panty aside and as she rode me for what seemed geezerhood my cock was swallowed up by an arsehole that had a squiffy grip on my dick, albeit now topped off with a condom, like zip I 've ever experienced.

sally was bouncing up and down like a thing possessed, a real adulteress, a lady of pleasure, the easily and foul nookie I 've ever known. She was squeezing and pulling at her titmouse, tugging the mammilla and forcing both into her aegir and desperate mouth, all the time begging"Fill my seat with your cock, fuck me, fuck my arse, come in my arse, come up in me you dirty fucker, hail in sallying forth 's butt, come in my fucking stern ! !"

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

My rooster bucked and twitched and throbbed before loosing off spurt and spurts of semen, filling the condom gripped hard in quip 's arsehole.

She screamed with delight only to stifle her dissonance by stuffing both huge mammilla into her mouth and continued bouncing up and down on my cock.

Christ, what a drive, what a piece of tail, what a girl !

sally raised herself from her kneeling location, grabbed my slowly sinking feeling appendage and without a word whipped off the condom and drank the contents, sucking it out of the sheath 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 teat she slowly dribbled my come onto them, rubbing over those pitcher's mound of pleasure, right over the nipples and into the segmentation and leaning forward wrapped them around my now reawakening penis for a spunky tit-fuck, all the while sucking at my fat thickening as it thrust between those slippery pillows. Of course it did n't assume long for me to come again and Sally eagerly sucked up every last free fall of come I could muster.

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

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

My headspring was swimming with delight, my balls 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 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 got heard the all thing and I bet his night was n't anything like mine.

5.

break of day came and after a shower and a welcome cuppa 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 time. He struggles with which end of the spade to hold.

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

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

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

"You came home and went for a piss, I heard you ! I 'd never mistake that deluge of a falls racket 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 dark, but not that shadow. It could n't give been ...

And so we sat opposite each early, me incredulous, him with his shoulder, those fucking, bloody shoulder joint of his. tosser !

right of first publication : Sally Slutton UK 2021