pizza or tits - your choice - Sex Stories

pizza or tits - your choice

As with all my stories these are truthful recollections of things past, except for the ones which are fantasies - you choose which you think they are! If you enjoy them please give them the thumbs up; if you really like them please comment and if you REALLY like them mail me and I’ll tell you more than I can put here! “Stop looking at my tits that was the very first thing Claire ever said to me! She was the new bar maid and her tits were truly tit- tan-tastic! She certainly boasted sales at the pub and I know for a fact that the darts team, which she joined, never had so many followers as it did when Claire was in the team. Everyone loved to see her stretch forward hoping that one day they’d pop right out. I can tell you now I had a few fantasies over them breasts. One day a mate of mine tells me he’s pulled a real stunner and I ask him how on earth did he do that? “Simple” he says, “every time I saw her I told her how much I wanted to fuck her brains out! I’d pay her a complement and then tell her I so wanted to screw her rigid” “And that worked?” I said. “Well I’m banging her brains out, so yeah! It took a year mind you, but what a year!” So that’s what I did, every time I saw Claire I told her how much I wanted to spunk over her tits. At first she was angry, then threatened to tell the police that I was abusing her. That was scary, then just got used to it and even missed it if I didn’t say it one night. Then it just got to be a natural as saying good night or Hi. Claire ...

... eventually got in with my group of friends and I saw a lot more of her. Sadly, she hooked up with this real dork of a guy. He used to tag along with us never really fitting in and making an over effort. Then one summer Claire said “Party at my place on Saturday”. There were heaps of people there. Her other friends, his dorky other friends, us and some we didn’t even know about. It started real early on in the afternoon and by 6 it was all on. The queue for the one and only toilet was always long, so I decided to nip behind the garden shed to have a pee. No-one could see although you cold hear everything that was being said. As the evening wore on so did the drink. About half the party left and the other half were getting more and more smashed. Before long the inevitable happened, a push became a shove and a shove became a fist and everyone was wading in stopping the fight from starting. Claire being one of the few sober people there said that we all needed to sober up a bit and have something to eat. I’m going to get pizza” she said and a few others piled into her car and off they went There’s no doubt I was pissed as I was well and truly wanting to see, touch, feel Claire’s tits now. I even thought about just making a grab for them. Needing a piss again I ducked behind the garden shed and let it go. It was then had a feeling that someone was behind me. Thinking it was just another party guest I said I’d be a moment and they could have my spot. I finished peeing, shook off the ...