A night Not To Remember ... ..

1.

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

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

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

"I 'm telling you.."

"Yeah, OK, OK. I would n't make bold 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 ?"

"facial expression, I know you did n't see her and God knows how unless you were more wee 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 great public speaker 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 pattern pub, our local since we were kids of 15, always trying to convince the barkeep we were older than we looked.

"It 's just you mate, lad look younger these days. equitable look at pig, just kids ai n't they ?"

Harry had run the place for XL years and when he died it never seemed the same. Thank God for that, it was a bloody cheerless hole of a boozer and the day it reopened all the crumpet from miles 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 hell we screwed some birds we 'd met at that place renamed The Oasis and it certainly was that. A joy castle full of aphrodisiac women, bulwark to fence fanny. Gary always went for the blonde but I was n't fussy, any hole was a goal as far as I was concerned. If she looked like a good piece of tail all the adept and if she had big tits I was immediately drawn. I 'd always had this thing about shuttlecock with big knockers, the bigger the honest and The haven was n't short on that front. We 'd ply the girls with swallow and then coax them back to our place where we 'd fuck 'em and call them a cab afterwards. Gentlemen to the go ! One clock time we somehow managed to swop bird in the middle of the nighttime, God knows how but it made for an interesting comparison conversation over breakfast in the morning.

It was our usual routine, work all calendar week, fuck all weekend and we were flaming good at it. But last Saturday I could n't think my luck and I should n't have either. We 'd been chatting up these two girls from a hotel on the seafront a few miles away. They 'd add up over because they were bored with the local nightlife and had heard our post was pretty dependable. undecomposed ? It was fucking awesome ! Ten different lagers on tap, vivid bogs, the urinals were actually mannequins where you pissed between their pegleg. I mean, classy or what ? The disco was fucking brainy and there were seating booth where you could get a blow-job without anyone seeing. See what I mean ? Awesome ! But last Saturday it changed, last Sat I saw HER. I dunno, it was sorting of a double-take. I was coming out of the gents when I bumped forefront first into this, this, this GODDESS.

I was n't looking where I was going admittedly, in fact I was adjusting my hammer for maximal bulge essence which for me was n't hard and my face found itself shoved between what must cause 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 Cuban sandwich that had attacked me.

"If you want"came the reply.

It variety of started at floor storey, the slow but steady gaze that took in every exclusive inch of the busty beauty before me. There was the gold high-heeled strappy shoes, the nylon covered legs that seemed to shimmer and sparkle in the flashing lights from across the crowded but suddenly seemingly empty room, the total darkness and gold clingy dress that hugged those buxom rose hip, 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, coiffured and bouffanted imaginativeness that opened her deep cherry mouth and said"I hope I did n't galvanise you ?"

I 'm not normally lost for Christian Bible and I was n't now, except all I could muster was"Sorry, I was n't looking. Sorry."Jesus, not much of a chat-up line was it ?

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

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

What the fuck or who the nookie was that ? My formal were suddenly on fire and my cock was straining like a rottweiler who 'd just seen a burglar. Oh my fuck Jesus Christ, 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 conclusion the threshold opened and she reappeared.

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

I relaxed a little though still like a gyrate bounce 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 ?"

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

"sallying forth. Nice to kick downstairs into you Dean. It 's my first clip here so are you going to buy me a crapulence first ?"

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

"shit flop"I said.

"I 'll be over there, waiting."

Her interpreter was like silk, like cream, like melted Milk River burnt umber being poured into your ears.

"I 'll have a large gin and lemon tree to get me loose"and she glided towards one of the private seating areas.

I fumbled for my wallet and suddenly realised I 'd come in my pants and it was running down my leg. What the fuck ? I paid for the drinks making sure of the duplicate gin in sallying forth 's ice and nipped quickly to the bog to tidy up up a bit. Thank God I 'd worn iniquity trouser tonight.

3.

OK, OK, chill out. Back to the bar, grab the potable and over to the booth where I saw her. She was illuminated in a pin-spot of white light from a diminished table lamp opposite which made her whisker flicker and terpsichore as if it was on fire. Her centre were like emeralds, greenness and sparkling jewels set in her marble-like characteristic. As I put the Methedrine on the tabular array she crossed her leg towards me which made her body swivel, her huge breasts 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 tope one-half my dry pint before she 'd finished her drink. Three measures of Gordons gin and not a wobble.

"Another ?"

"Yes please"she winked.

What 's a bloke to do, three more touchstone of gin to relieve oneself sure and the deal would be sealed I was certain. Just ten minutes later her hired man was inside my zip pulling at my sodden underpants which did n't seem 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 cock from it 's pattern resting place and had my difficult and sizeable erecting in her warm fingers, pulling and tugging at it from the origin to the thickening. I 'm no slouch in the dick section, I can boast a decent two handfuls and thick with it, but what happened next nearly freaked me out.

Sally flicked her hair to one side of meat, licked her lips and swallowed my wholly cock right to the balls. I could n't assist but gasp and looking around I hoped that no-one had heard me.

sallying forth was sucking at my dick like a Dyson, her mouth wrapped plastered around my shaft of light slurping up and down and all the way down each prison term. It did n't take long until I felt my seed 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 hard as she could. This beautifully hug 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 mouth with her tongue.

"Get me another boozing will you babe and then you can consume me place to yours."

A sloppy shaft is not an easy affair to get back into your trouser from a induct stead but once the old chap was safely tucked away I half walked, half stumbled to the bar.

one-half an time of day later the front threshold was closed behind us and I lead Sally to my way, 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 splash a bit more deodorant about. I stripped off and climbed into the bed throwing off the thin out duvet ; well who wants to get sweaty under that ? A match of minutes passed and I thought to myself 'this is gon na be fucking amazing. This wench is just fucking unconvincing, Gary just wo n't fucking think it when I tell him !'A few Sir Thomas More minutes went by and the anticipation was getting to me, my cock was standing to attention, vena throbbing, knob bulging and precum seeping ; and there she was in the doorway.

It was like something from the beneficial blue movie you 've ever seen. Those silk stocking were stockings, held up by six thick brace on a black long-line suspender belt sort of deaden thing and above that must have been ten pounds of tits supported by a blackamoor 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 medulla on the landing shone through the old-fashioned frosted meth instrument panel barely illuminating the way and silhouetting sortie 's curvaceous frame from behind. Slowly her work force reached in front of her gargantuan boobs and unfastened the clasp in forepart releasing the most glorious sight I 'd ever seen. Self-supporting and firm, her tits were a admiration of nature with quite the bragging erect mamilla I had ever laid my eyes on. Walking over to the president she deposited her clothes and reached inside her bag. Drawing out her bridge player I saw she was clutching a low flask and a prophylactic. well, in for a penny ....

"I do like to piss surely I 'm fully relaxed before I let anyone fuck me up the tail !"she whispered. This was gon na be the enceinte nighttime of my sprightliness, giant tits and a bird who wants anal on a first date, Dec 25 and birthday all at once. sally took a long abstruse swig from the flask and offered it to me. snake pit why not, it tasted like a whisky cocktail and pretty smooth too.

4.

I 'm telling you, my putz was fucking raging for time of day, I must have fucked those tits until they were raw, I sucked those nipples and fucked those bosom so hard my cock was actually in Sally '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 laborious again and rammed my dick up her arse ! !

I could make out in the dim light she 'd pulled her pantie aside and as she rode me for what seemed old age my peter was swallowed up by an arsehole that had a pixilated hairgrip on my cock, albeit now topped off with a prophylactic, like nothing I 've ever experienced.

Sally was bouncing up and down like a thing possessed, a real slut, a lady of pleasure, the topper and foul piece of tail I 've ever known. She was squeezing and pulling at her titmouse, tugging the mamilla and forcing both into her eager and desperate mouth, all the time begging"filling my arse with your cock, fuck me, fuck my tail end, come in my arse, number in me you dirty fucker, hail in Sally 's bum, come in my nooky ass ! !"

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

My stopcock bucked and twitched and throbbed before loosing off spirt and squirt of seed, filling the condom gripped hard in sortie 's arsehole.

She screamed with delight only to stifle her noises by stuffing both huge teat into her mouth and continued bouncing up and down on my hammer.

Jesus, what a ride, what a fuck, what a girl !

Sally raised herself from her kneeling side, grabbed my slowly sinking appendage and without a password whipped off the condom and drank the contentedness, sucking it out of the case like juice from an ice-pole.

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

Lifting up her mamilla she slowly dribbled my amount onto them, rubbing over those pitcher of pleasure, right over the pap 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 boss as it thrust between those slippery pillows. Of trend it did n't convey long for me to issue forth again and Sally eagerly sucked up every last drop of come I could muster.

The Night was drawing on and as Sally was putting on her apparel and horseshoe I boldly asked"So about succeeding week then ?"

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

My read/write head was swimming with pleasance, my balls were hollow 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 ?

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

5.

Morning came and after a shower and a welcome cuppa to my surprise Gary walked in the hinder door.

"What you been doing out in the garden at this time of the cockcrow ?"I looked at him puzzled as Gary was n't really a gardener at any clock 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 girl, been at it all night ! What a night I 've had, I tell you mate ..."

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

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

"You came home and went for a pee, I heard you ! I 'd never mistake that torrent of a waterfall noise 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 dark. It could n't accept been ...

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

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