A nighttime Not To Remember ... ..

1.

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

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

"OK, OK !"His laughing subsided into muffle guffaws as I loosened my clutch

"I 'm telling you.."

"Yeah, OK, OK. I would n't defy 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 ?"

"wellspring you 'd had a few had n't you ?

"Yeah but how, it 's not as if she ..."

"What, she what ?"

"Look, 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 sentences at this point.

Gary looked on in wonder and expectation at what I was going to say, like he was listening to some with child orator about to impart the Wisdom of Plato, creative thinker you he always was one for a storey. 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 V was a pattern pub, our local since we were kids of 15, always trying to convince the barman we were older than we looked.

"It 's just you mate, fella look younger these days. Just flavor at cop, just kids ai n't they ?"

Harry had run the place for forty age and when he died it never seemed the same. Thank God for that, it was a bloody cast down mess 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 doyen ; 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 piazza renamed The Oasis and it certainly was that. A pleasance palace full of sexy women, wall to fence in 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 fuck all the ameliorate and if she had big boob I was immediately drawn. I 'd always had this thing about fowl with big breast, the bigger the better and The oasis was n't short on that front. We 'd ply the girls with drinks and then palaver them back to our place where we 'd fuck 'em and visit them a cab afterwards. Gentlemen to the close ! One time we somehow managed to swap Bronx cheer 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 common number, work all calendar week, fuck all weekend and we were bloody good at it. But lowest Sabbatum I could n't believe my luck and I should n't let either. We 'd been chatting up these two girlfriend from a hotel on the seafront a few geographical mile away. They 'd add up over because they were bored with the local nightlife and had heard our place was pretty just. Good ? It was fucking amazing ! Ten unlike lagers on tap, brilliant bogs, the urinals were actually mannequins where you pissed between their legs. I mean, classy or what ? The disco was fucking bright and there were seating booths 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 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 bulge impression which for me was n't difficult and my face found itself shoved between what must have 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 sort of started at floor tier, the easy but steady gaze that took in every individual inch of the busty beauty before me. There was the gold high-heeled strappy skid, the nylon covered legs that seemed to shimmer and scintillate in the flashing lights from across the crowded but suddenly seemingly abandon room, the Black and atomic number 79 clingy garb that hugged those sonsie hips, the enormous breast that perched tantalisingly on the top of the strapless bra that seemed to defy gravitational attraction itself, but most of all the perfumed, beautifully made-up, coiffured and bouffanted vision that opened her cryptical 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 muster was"Sorry, I was n't looking. Sorry."Jesus, not much of a chat-up tune was it ?

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

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

What the fuck or who the fuck was that ? My glob were suddenly on fire and my cock 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 maculation until she came out again. I found myself almost pacing, shuffling about until at last the doorway opened and she reappeared.

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

I relaxed a little though still like a loop spring in my trousers and took a opportunity.

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

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

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

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

"shucks right"I said.

"I 'll be over there, waiting."

Her vocalism was like silk, like cream, like melted Milk chocolate being poured into your ears.

"I 'll have a large gin and lemon yellow to get me make relaxed"and she glided towards one of the individual seating room areas.

I fumbled for my notecase and suddenly realised I 'd come in my pants and it was running down my leg. What the shag ? I paid for the drunkenness making sure of the duplicate gin in wisecrack 's looking glass and nipped quickly to the bog to straighten up a bit. Thank God I 'd worn dark trousers tonight.

3.

OK, OK, iciness out. Back to the bar, catch the potable and over to the kiosk where I saw her. She was illuminated in a pin-spot of white sparkle from a small board lamp reverse which made her hair's-breadth flicker and dance as if it was on flaming. Her optic were like emeralds, immature and sparkling gem set in her marble-like features. As I put the glasses on the table she crossed her stage towards me which made her physical structure swivel, her huge knocker jiggled with the gesture 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 half my pint before she 'd wind up her drink. Three quantity of Gordons gin and not a wobble.

"Another ?"

"Yes please"she winked.

What 's a blighter to do, three more measures of gin to arrive at certainly and the stack would be sealed I was sure. Just ten proceedings later her manus was inside my zip pulling at my sodden underpants which did n't appear to faze her at all. I 'm no prude but she was trying to pull it off I 'm sure.

In the darkness that once was light, I 'd moved that board lamp, sally freed my peter from it 's normal resting position and had my hard and hefty erection in her warm fingerbreadth, pulling and tugging at it from the root to the boss. I 'm no slouch in the cock department, I can boast a comme il faut two fistful and thick with it, but what happened next nearly freaked me out.

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

Sally was sucking at my cock like a Dyson, her lips wrapped crocked around my rotating shaft slurping up and down and all the way down each fourth dimension. It did n't exact long until I felt my come spurting out. It must have crashed against the back of her pharynx because as soon as I started she forced her head right down as firmly as she could. This beautifully bosomed goddess had just given me the outdo blow-job I 'd ever had and as her forefront lifted up from my lap I could see she was licking those cherry red lips with her tongue.

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

A sloppy gumshoe is not an promiscuous affair to get back into your trouser from a seated location but once the old fella was safely tucked away I half walked, one-half stumbled to the bar.

half an hour later the social movement door was closed behind us and I lead Sally to my room, pausing for both of us to use the bathroom on the landing. Me low of course, that gave me meter to clean up a bit and splash a bit more deodourant about. I stripped off and climbed into the bed throwing off the slender duvet ; well who wants to get sweaty under that ? A duet of minutes passed and I thought to myself 'this is gon na be fucking amazing. This bird is just fucking unbelievable, Gary just wo n't fucking believe it when I tell him !'A few more minutes went by and the anticipation was getting to me, my cock was standing to attention, veins throbbing, knob bulging and precum seeping ; and there she was in the doorway.

It was like something from the best blue motion-picture show you 've ever seen. Those nylons were stockings, held up by six duncical suspenders on a black long-line gallus belt kind of waistband thing and above that must have been ten Ezra Loomis Pound of tits supported by a Black person strapless half-cup bra that held those monumental mammaries pointing directly at me. She closed the threshold behind her and turned the key. The light from the bulb on the landing shone through the antique frosted glass gore barely illuminating the room and silhouetting Sally 's well-endowed inning from behind. Slowly her hands reached in front of her giant boobs and unfastened the clasp in battlefront releasing the most glorious sight I 'd ever seen. Self-supporting and firm, her tits were a wonderment of nature with quite the with child erect mammilla I had ever laid my oculus on. Walking over to the death chair she deposited her clothes and reached inside her bag. Drawing out her hand I saw she was clutching a pocket-sized flask and a condom. fountainhead, in for a penny ....

"I do like to shit for certain I 'm fully relaxed before I let anyone have a go at it me up the posterior !"she whispered. This was gon na be the greatest dark of my life, behemoth tits and a birdie who wants anal on a first date, Dec 25 and birthday all at once. Sally took a long cryptical swig from the flask and offered it to me. Scheol why not, it tasted like a whisky cocktail and pretty smooth too.

4.

I 'm telling you, my cock was fucking raging for 60 minutes, I must have fucked those knocker until they were raw, I sucked those nipples and fucked those boobs so intemperate my stopcock was actually in quip 's sass as well. She sucked me dry more than once and then came the final act, she pushed me down onto the bed, sucked me heavy again and jampack my cock up her arse ! !

I could make out in the dim lighter she 'd displume her panties aside and as she rode me for what seemed ages my cock was swallowed up by an bunghole that had a closely grasp on my cock, albeit now topped off with a safety, like null I 've ever experienced.

Sally was bouncing up and down like a thing possessed, a literal slut, a tart, the best and dirtiest shtup I 've ever known. She was squeezing and pulling at her pap, tugging the mamilla and forcing both into her tidal bore and despairing rima oris, all the sentence begging"filling my seat with your cock, bonk me, fuck my asshole, come in my arse, come in me you dirty fucker, hail in Sally 's arse, come in my hump arse ! !"

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

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

She screamed with delight only to stifle her noises by stuffing both Brobdingnagian nipples into her oral cavity and continued bouncing up and down on my cock.

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

quip raised herself from her kneeling location, grabbed my slowly sinking appendage and without a word whipped off the condom and toast 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 tits she slowly dribbled my add up onto them, rubbing over those pitcher's mound of delight, right over the tit and into the cleavage and leaning forward wrapped them around my now reawakening penis for a spunky tit-fuck, all the piece sucking at my fat knob as it thrust between those slippery pillows. Of grade it did n't take long for me to follow again and Sally eagerly sucked up every final drop of cum I could muster.

The dark was drawing on and as Sally was putting on her clothes and shoes I boldly asked"So about next hebdomad then ?"

She turned those cherry red back talk towards me and smiled."You never know who you 'll chance into. Maybe next week lover-boy."

My psyche was swimming with pleasure, my testis 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 Nox, what a raspberry, what a fuck ! Who 'd feature ever believed it ?

laying there I heard Gary in the bog, noisy bastard, could n't be tranquillize if he tried. He must experience heard the completely affair and I bet his night was n't anything like mine.

5.

Morning came and after a shower and a receive cuppa to my surprise Gary walked in the back 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 nurseryman at any clip. He struggles with which end of the nigger to hold.

"Just got home spouse. After you pissed off I got off with one of the girls, been at it all nighttime ! What a dark 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 bemused. My formulation seemed to bear him wondering what I was going on about.

"You came abode and went for a weewee, I heard you ! I 'd never mistake that inundation of a waterfall disturbance you make when you go to the bog, it 's apparent ! Only a …."

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

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

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