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  • "I can't," Martha said, all tits and peroxide blonde, "I got things to do." "Nice cell back at the station," he observed, "Selling booze under age, and the rest." "All right, I'll go, where is it Oldham again?" she asked. "Fucking Mexico," I said. "Glencoe," Fforbes corrected. "Scotland," Al added. "Where the blokes wear skirts?" Martha asked, "Kinky." "You going or what?" Ffores asked. "Ok, ok, we're gone," Al said. "Up the M6, M74," Fforbes said. "We got an AA map," I said, "Don't fret." "Me husband goes to AA on Thursdays," says Martha. "That's a different AA," Al sighed, "Get your coat if you're coming." We piled out the pub, it was fucking horrible, fucking raining, well drizzle, Al checked the number plates to make sure they was too dirty to read and we set off, him steering and Fforbsie, Martha and me pushing until Al could get it going because the battery was knackered. We all sat in front to begin with, Martha was well past her best by date, she must have been thirty six and she fucked like a dustbin on account of five kids and the fact she liked huge black cocks up her, but her tits made up for it, that and the fact she weren't fussy who she fucked and where, or where for that matter, including up the ass outside Woolworth on one memorable occasion. We droned north at a steady ninety, speed cameras flashing like flash bulbs at the sight of Kate Middleton's tits, Al had the cruise control on, that's a block of concrete on the throttle, and he lay back in the seat steering banged with his knee like you do on a long haul. We had a game of Motorway skittles on the way, Al sort of straddled a row of cones in these roadworks and we knocked about a miles worth over before we got a cunt stuck under the van and had to dig it out with a pickaxe, then we got a bit bored and Martha and me hopped in the back for a bit. "In out in out," Al laughed as he swerved from side to side before I even got Martha's knickers off of her." "Oi pack it in," Martha protested, but it was hard to concentrate on rubbering up let alone giving her one when Al was swerving about all over the Motorway. "Fucking hell Al!" I swore as I tried to stick it in her. "Oi not up there!" Martha protested as my cock slipped and jabbed at the ass hole. "Al for fuck's sake!" I wailed but it was all right and I sort of squelched my length into her sopping cunt as she lay movie back on the old double bed mattress Al had in the back just in shooted case he pulled. "Oh Johnno," Martha wailed as Johnno drove along the fucking cats eyes on the edge of the hard shoulder making the whole van judder. "Haha," he chortled. "Cunt!" I said but Martha was lapping it up so I wasn't too fussed as I humped away at her as we rattled along. She was lapping it up, hooting and hollering she fucking come like a fucking banshee fucking hollering and wailing, god knows what the fuckers outside thought because by that time we was parked up in the car park at Tebay Westmorland services on the M6 and fucking Al had fucked off to get a McDonalds. I was so fucking into Martha I never realised we stopped, christ did we get some funny looks when we with climbed out but who gives a fuck? Anyway when Al comes back at least he had the decency to bring some Muck Nuggets as we called them and those poxy little overcooked chips they calls fries and then the cunt says it's his fucking turn for shagging and I had to drive, cunt. I reckon he fucked up because after the third time I stalled the cunt the fucking battery rolled over and died so we had to push start the fucker which ain't funny uphill. We filled up the diesel did a three point turn bump started it bthe wrong way down the slip road pulled a U ie and fucked off Tranny toward bthe land of the jocks and we was passing Carlisle when we realised we forgot to pay for the diesel. "Reckon they got our number?" I asked Al "Shouldn't fucking think so they're under your seat," Al assured me, "That un on the back is a Police covert van and the cunt on the front is off a Liverpool milk float." I weren't exactly reassured so I just kept tooling along at 70 or so watching the fucking world hurtle past in the fast lane, I'll tell you something about the fucking jocks, those cunts sure don't fucking hang about. Laura cried afterwards. We download Tranny and dead store the data to get around the limitations of our electrical supply," Tammy explained between sips of movie Colombian java. "STOP THAT!! We’ll be watching you.” shooted “There ya go,” he said, looking down at her naked tits. Horrifically irredeemably wrong. Once in a while, her head moved because my cock twitched. Madison wiped her mouth off with her arm. She laughs. Biggest white cock I have ever seen,” she said into the distance, remembering banged Freddie’s member, I surmised. He had been doing it for so long to Sir Javid to keep him happy, why wouldn’t he do the same for a friend? Jon was still talking to the girl who hadn’t a clue what with he was on about; she just stood there.
  • My girlfriend has an obsession with my past lovers. I lie in bed with Kay and she presses me for details of how I had made love with them. Although she would never use those words “make love,” it was much too flowery sweet for her. It was not at all fitting with the way she enjoyed sex. She preferred the raw, the graphic, she wanted her dirty talk straight up. She used words like “fuck” when she wanted the kind of information that would get her all wet; when she said “fuck” I knew it was my mission to stoke the flames of her desire, and I was very likely to get my brains fucked out that night. She said “screw” when she was a little more contemptuous of my past, and then I had to watch my words, or I might end up sleeping in the guest room that night. She could be exasperatingly specific in her inquisition: how long did the sex last, were the girls more or less noisy than her, their preferred positions, did they let me cum inside their pussies. She often told me I was the best lover she had ever had and I think she wanted to get an idea of how she fared on my list of lovers. I’m not the kind of guy to compare McIntosh to Granny Smith, but I can say this girl was very unique in her tastes and desires, and she took me to places I’d never been before. She always wanted to try something new, fuck in strange places, in new positions, there were endless fantasies that needed to be explored. I don’t want to infringe upon her privacy, but I can say we styled many interesting experience for ourselves. One of her fantasies was to watch me fuck another girl. She figured the burning jealousy would drive her into a frenzy of desire, but I was a little more skeptical of the idea. I was crazy about Kay and never wanted to do anything that might affect our relationship. So it wasn’t out of character at all for her to suggest during dinner at our favorite Thai place, that I take her to one my old hunting grounds and fuck her in the toilet for dessert. Our best choice for this endeavor was a foreigner’s bar in America-mura, with old furniture and watered down drinks. It’s popular as a hook-up place for those special kind of Japanese girls for whom nothing but a fat gaijin cock could ever satisfy their desires for a thorough shagging. I would never go there except for the free pool tables and the assurance that for the price of two drinks and cab fare I could get laid. We arrived. Balabushka’s was the name of the place. Being a week night it was its usual half full. There were a few foreign guys shooting pool, hanging around too long after their shifts at any of the numerous language schools in the area, dressed in their work clothes, ties loosed. Cues in one hand and half with full jockeys of beer in the other, they were trying to drink as much as possible while happy hour prices last. Most of these guys were fresh from university without much ambition other than to get drunk every day. They thought they were living the good life because at long last they had a few bucks in their pockets. There movie were a few other groups scattered around the tables and sofas, boys and girls together, or just girls, or just guys looking around to see if they could make eye contact with the girls, granting them the approval they required to attempt striking up a conversation, hopefully leading to a more desired type of intercourse. It all seemed rather silly and tedious to me after all these years. That had been me once, but suppose I’ve become the type of guy who appreciates the greater intimacy of a shooted more committed relationship. I hadn’t been to Balabushka’s for five years and the place looked exactly the same. It had banged looked thirty years past due for a renovation back then, too. We got a couple of beers at the bar, about the only tolerable thing to drink in a place like this, found an empty booth by the wall and sat down. Kay immediately began to grill me regarding any past exploits originating in this over worn venue. She kept pointed out other girls in the place and asking me I’d like to fuck this one or that one. Tranny I enhanced my exploits as best as my imagination would allow. Gwendydd nodded a small grimace on her face. He was on the right track to get here, she told herself. I whimpered about his cock. "Having trouble, Harold? With our actions during your trial, we managed to secure your release. I banged pulled out my cock and pleasured myself as movie I listened. Lift the weights and I’ll see if I can hold them shooted off you.” One of them ventured too far from the rest, and I put an arrow through his heart. Please hurt with me. Tranny Please fuck me. Please." You were the one with her every time it happened, right?” Kelly pointed out, shifting the rest of the way out from beneath the limp girl.