1. A Night Not To Remember....


    Date: 5/18/2024, Categories: Fiction Anal Male / Females Oral Sex Transsexual, Transvestite, Author: sally slutton, Source: sexstories.com 

    ... in Sally's arsehole.

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

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

Sally raised herself from her kneeling position, grabbed my slowly sinking appendage and without a word whipped off the condom and drank the contents, sucking it out of the sheath like juice from an ice-pole.

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

Lifting up her tits she slowly dribbled my come onto them, rubbing over those mounds of pleasure, right over the nipples 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 knob as it thrust between those slippery pillows. Of course it didn't take long for me to come 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 dress and shoes I boldly asked “So about next week then?”

She turned those cherry red lips towards me and smiled. “You never know who you'll bump into. Maybe next week lover-boy.”

My head was swimming with pleasure, my balls 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 night, what a bird, what a fuck! Who'd have ever believed it?

Laying there I heard Gary in the bog, noisy bastard, couldn't be quiet if he tried. He must have heard the whole thing and I bet his night wasn't anything like mine.

5.

Morning came and after a shower and a welcome 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 wasn't really a gardener at any 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 girls, been at it all night! What a night I've had, I tell you mate...”

“Nah don't talk shit, I heard you come in last night.”

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

“You came home and went for a piss, 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 hadn't changed but mine had. No, surely not. Yeah it was dark, but not that dark. It couldn't have been...

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

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