Shafting some Bunglas with a FTC 871 - Sex Stories

Shafting some Bunglas with a FTC 871

... XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX "Fucking cunt's got guns!" I told Al and Nobby later. "So've we," Al says. "Fucking Lee Enfield from Bore War," I says. "Fucking good gun that," Nobby says. "We can't fucking carry that down the street can we?" I explained, "Not without getting fucking arrested." "Good point," Nobby says, "Better cut the fucking barrel off." "Don't be a fucking dick head," Al says, "You wants a fucking mallet." "Iron bar," I says. "Fucking half shaft!" Al says and laughs. "Right," I agrees, "Fucking Land Rover half shaft, you got a busted one haven't you Al?" "I got a spare good one Johnno," Al says, "Fucking hell we could twat some bastard and stick the shaft back in and the cunts wouldn't never be able to find the weapon." "Fucking truck wouldn't work though would it," Nobby says. "Four wheel drive just use the diff lock," I says. "Fucking hell, fucking half shaft against a fucking gun," Al says. "Fucking guns more like," I says. "Well I'm up for it!" Nobby says, like a true dick head. "What?" I says. "Twatting that cousin what decked you," Nobby says. "Yeah," I said uncertainly, "That bastard needs a muzzle." "Three months in fucking traction more like," Al said, "Any one fancy another?" "Yeah," I said. "Good lad, mine's a Stella, oh and a pack of nuts," Nobby added so I had me wallet out again getting a round in. "Thing is," Nobby said, "By the time we've had enough Stella to be up for it we are too pissed to do anything." "Fucking right," I agreed, ...

... "Saturday morning." That's why we went round fucking Kuptar's gaff again on Saturday morning, just to sort fucking Imran out, see Al busted the half shaft on his Land Rover and bought a pair off of Ebay so he had a spare so there we fucking were half past fucking six in the morning sat in Al's Land Rover waiting for the shop to open with a spare half shaft wrapped in a towel. It was about quarter to seven when the door opened and Amina looked out and stuck the sign outside, the sun was shining and she looked really stupid in head to toe robes like a pantomime Virgin Mary out of the nativity. "Come on!" I shouts and I grabs the half shaft and legs it for the shop, fucking Amina sees us coming and screams. "No, please No!" she squeals but I was past her and through the shop, "No!" she squeals, "Papa!" I burst in the kitchen, fuck! they was all there, the whole fucking tribe with this white bearded bastard sat there and the whole fucking table was loaded with stuff in brown paper wrappers, and bits of mobile phones , fucking dildoes and a butt plug and all sorts of crap. "Fuck!" I wailed, "What the fuck!" "Where's fucking Imran?" Nobby asked. "Which cunt twatted you?" Al asked. "It's a fucking bomb factory you dopey cunts," I says and I saw the bearded fucker move like he had ideas about drawing a gun or summat, anyway the towel was off and I smacked that fucker right in the chops with the splined end of the half shaft, he screamed like a stuck pig and fell off of his chair. They ...