Shafting some Bunglas with a FTC 871 - Sex Stories

Shafting some Bunglas with a FTC 871

... where her her tits swelled an extra couple of inches on account of her being up the duff, and who was hanging about at a bus stop at near midnight when last bus was ten thirty. "Go home Nobby," Sheila says. "We been trying to fix you up with fucking Imran!" Al says. "Fuck off!" Sheila says, "He fucking did me bareback the filthy bastard!" she ranted "Its his fault I got caught!" "That's what I mean, he got a Merc," Al adds. "His dad's got a corner shop," I adds. "Fucking grow up," she said, "Anyway you met my mate?" I stared, "Doreen?" there was Ted Atkins missus Doreen in high heels, fishnets and a bum freezer miniskirt hiding in Woolworths shop doorway. "Johnno," she says. "What you doing here?" I asks. "Lost me job," she says, "I needs the money," she said, I looked, she was a bit rough, roots needed doing which showed she was mousy haired really not blonde, too much lipstick, and dressed too tarty with the fishnets, but something stirred down below. "How much?" I asked. "No Johnno, I know you it would be like cheating on Ted." she says. "How much?" I says again. "Fifty?" she says. "Fucking twenty more like," I says and I rummaged in my pocket, "I got seventeen pounds and eighty three pence," I says. "No way!" Doreen protests and then I produced a twenty. "Oh go on Dor," Sheila says, "He's only got a little cock and he comes ever so quick." "Oh all right then," says Doreen and she pulls her G string to one side and expects me to fuck her standing up in Timothy Whites' ...

... chemist's shop doorway. "We can't fuck here!" I says. "Only take a minute, if we all stand round no one will see." Sheila says, "Get on with it." I fished me tool out and rubbered up with a Durex, Doreen hauls up the hem of her skirt about an inch and I bends me knees and pushes upwards and eases inside her, she was all tight and warm and fucking lovely, "Oh that's so fucking good!" I says and I humped her about twice and then, "Oh fuck!" I says and me balls are crinkling and there's that feeling like there's a red hot steel rod down the eye of your cock and it needs cooling and quite suddenly, "Oh fucking hell no!" I shot me load. "Pound a second, that's better than Merchant bankers!" Sheila chuckled. "Very funny," I said as me tool shrank. "I wish my Ted was more like you," Doreen said, "He keeps me pinned to the counterpaine for half an hour some times trying to get off." "Stick the whole fucking knife in why don't you," I suggested sarcastically as I chucked the spunked up rubber in the corner and cleaned me tool on me hanky, and they all laughed every fucking one of them. I zippered up, "Fuck the lot of you!" I said and I staggered off up the hill, which was daft because our house is the other way. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX We had to wait till we sobered up on Sunday before we could get round the shop again to have another word in fucking Kuptar's shell like. "Look here's the deal," Nobby told Kuptar, "First off fucking Imran pays fucking maintenance for our Sheila's kid." "If ...