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My last Gay experience

... sledge hammer, "Look lets just talk about this." he says. "Look," I says, "We're doing you a big favour Dessie." "He's fucking paying or I ain't doing it!" Sandra insisted. "Of course he's fucking paying," Al insisted. Desmond sets off up the stairs and Sandra follows, I motioned to Al and we went through to the kitchen and Al lit up a smoke; "Johnno," Sandra shouts after a bit, "He says he don't fancy me and says he'll pay twenty quid if we fuck off." Al sets off out the door and I followed him up the stairs and along to Dessie's bedroom, Sandra sat on the bed with her skirt round her waist slowly wanking herself with four fingers of her left hand jammed up inside her stubbly cunt. Desmond stared at her, his cock tent-poling his pyjamas, as his resolve crumbled and his curiosity took over. "For gods sake rubber up and give her one," I says, "Or we'll be here all night." "Look," he says, "Please!" and Sandra stands up and pulls her top off and unhooks her bra and lets it flop on the floor. "You want to suck my titties?" she asks. "No!" Desmond says but his cock says yes and Sandra walks across to him and grabs his cock in her hand, "No please!" he says. "Lets stick a rubber on and then we can do something really nice," Sandra says and she takes a Durex and expertly rolls it on his cock as it pokes from his Pyjamas and then she unties the cord and lets the PJ trousers fall to the ground. "You know you want to," she husks and she lays back on the bed and drags Desmond after her ...

... by his cock. "No!" he says but Sandra has guided his cock between her pussy lips and in a moment of madness, or so Desmond tried to claim later, Desmond shoved his cock deep inside her. "Oohh," Sandra cooed, "I don't suppose you've had it for ages." "It's all slippery I 'spose," said Al thoughtfully as Desmond started to hump Sandra energetically, "Not like an ass hole." Suddenly there was an almost feminine shriek, "Desmond!" Lionel protested, "What are you doing!" "It's called fucking," I said, "Making love not forcing your prick up some bloke's shit pipe." "They, ugh, made, ugh, me!" Desmond explained, "Oh god." "For fucks sake he's cumming already Al," Sandra protested, "You promised me decent fuck!" "Half time," I said, "His lot change ends at half time," I explained and added, "Have you got the strap on Sandra." "Fucking hell!" Sandra protested, "Half a dozen pokes and he's bloody cum!" "So poke him with this big boy!" Al suggested and chucked Sandra's bag containing her strap on on the bed. Sandra fished the Strap on out, and Desmond's eyes were wide with fear and excitement, the strap on had a cock about 100mm diameter and about a foot long. "Look please, I'll pay!" Desmond cried. "Yes, you sure will after Sandra fucks your ass," Al reminded him, "You got some lube?" "Use soap!" I said. "No it burns!" Desmond says. "Engine oil, shoe polish, who cares?" I added "Idiot!" Desmond wails, "There's Vaseline in the bathroom!" "Desmond!" Lionel protests, "How could you!" and ...