Magic Wanda - Sex Stories

Magic Wanda

... replied in his best Sean Connery accent. It had the desired effect as everyone laughed. We sat down together on one of the sofas as the three ladies exited the room, talking to each other in whispers. We waited until we couldn’t hear them anymore before we spoke. “Punch me!” said Ringo who was sat in the middle of Dave and I. We both did as instructed, hard, on to the top of his arms. “Aagghh! I meant pinch me, you dickheads. I wanted to make sure I wasn’t dreaming.” Dave and I sat chuckling as Ringo rubbed both of his arms where we’d landed our blows. “What’s wrong Bingo? Are you cold or something?” said Dave in a sarcastic tone. Ringo grabbed Dave and they started wrestling on the couch and throwing the occasional body punch. I waded in to break them up, worried they were going to break something or that the girls would come back in and decide we were a bunch of school boys and bugger off to bed. “Break it up you two. Aunt Wanda will go mad if she sees you brawling like that or if you damage something.” They stopped straight away and it took me a second to realise what I’d just said. I thought I’d been rumbled. “Aunt Wanda?” exclaimed Ringo. “bl**dy hell mate, I can’t believe it. That old sweetheart must really want to get into your pants if you’ve started role playing already.” “Yeah,” added Dave, “I’m impressed. You’ve certainly done a fine job tonight mate. I reckon you’ve cast some sort of spell over that Wanda bird, and those two flowers of ours are well kinky. Nice ...

... one.” “Cheers,” I said after emitting a sigh of relief. “What were you two getting up to in the back of that car then?” “bl**dy hell,” said Ringo looking over his shoulder, “We both had a right old fondle of their hooters. And, they loved it! Those two chicks are fucking sex on legs man. They were hardly wearing a stitch under those coats. Sexy knickers, stockings and suspenders, and nothing else. Despite all the alcohol, we were both rock hard, isn’t that right Dave boy?” “Yeah. I’m not sure it’ll get any better than that though, Poppy wouldn’t even kiss me. I found that a bit weird. It was as if they were call girls or something.” “Oh come on,” I protested, “That’s a bit harsh. Not everyone’s gonna fancy you and you’ve only just met them. Just because they strip for a living doesn’t mean they’re tarts. Let’s put it this way, which would you rather have ended up with in Blackpool on your last night; a meaningless snog from some slapper in a club or what you’ve already had plus a guaranteed strip show and maybe more if you play your cards right?” “Well I’ll have had both, so that rules me out of that question,” said Dave smugly. “Ungrateful twat,” I said before jumping on him and starting my own wrestling moves. Ringo joined in and together, we administered some serious arm twisting and tickling as we held him down. He was starting to squeal like a girl as we were all suddenly stopped in our tracks by the sound of Aunt Wanda clearing her throat. She was stood just behind the ...