Three Caught Short - Sex Stories

Three Caught Short

... about that,’ she says. ‘Some things just can’t wait!’ ‘It’s cool. Pity you weren’t here to lick the jism off my naked torso just now . . . ‘ ‘You too? Well, I hope you’ve got plenty left!’ More chuckling. ‘Nine o’clock, here. Bring your friend.’ She rings off and I immediately stab Weasel’s number into the phone. ‘We’re on, mate,’ I tell him. ‘Tonight at nine, her place. Meet me in the pub in half an hour, but drink plenty of water before you get there.’ Weasel mutters ‘Holy shit’ under his breath, but I can tell he’s excited, 'cause he doesn’t protest about the water. ‘What did she say then?’ he asks, so I tell him. ‘Fuck, so we might get to spit roast her?’ ‘Dead cert I’d say. Not sure if she’s up for anal. It’s not my bag, but if you fancy a go, ask her nicely. She can only say no!’ ‘God, I love anal!’ says Weasel, the excitement in his voice buzzing down the phone. ‘Make sure you ask nicely then. She’s very accommodating, but nobody does anything they don’t want to do, especially her. Savvy?’ ‘With you there, mate. She calls the shots.’ When we meet in the pub half an hour later Weasel is full of it and I have to tell him to calm down. ‘Have you been drinking plenty of water?’ I ask him. He grimaces. ‘Yeah, bloody awful stuff! We can have pints now though, can we?’ I signal to the buxom blonde barmaid, who brings over two of our usual brews, giving me a filthy wink as she puts them on the bar. Bev is a big girl in all the right places and can often be found around the ...

... back of the pub, ‘looking after’ her regular male customers – usually several at once. Me and Weasel have taken part in one of these gang bangs in the past, usually after hours, so sharing a hot woman is not a new concept for either of us. It’s the pee play that makes it so off-the-wall for Weasel. Me too, but at least I’ve had a go at it a couple of times recently, so it won’t be quite so bizarre. ‘Can we have two pints of tap water, love?’ I ask Bev, who gives me a saucy look in response. ‘Oh yeah? Off to a piss party, are we?’ she says, leering at the pair of us. ‘That would be telling. Anyway, what do you know about such things?’ I ask, in mock surprise. ‘Look love, there’s not much I haven’t tried, as you well know,’ she says, leering lewdly at me as she stresses the last four words. ‘Having a bunch of guys pissing on your clit is definitely one of those dirty, disgusting things I would LOVE to try again!’ She goes off to serve another customer, chuckling to herself as she walks away. Weasel looks at me, shock written all over his face. ‘Am I the only fucker who hasn’t ever been to a piss party then?’ he asks. ‘I know Bev’s a dirty little slut, but I thought she had a few scruples.’ The lady herself returns with two pints of water and it’s obvious she’s overheard Weasel’s last comment. ‘I don’t do animals, kids or the elderly, by which I mean the over eighties!’ she says, giving Weasel an old-fashioned look as she puts the water in front of him. ‘There’s nothing dirty about ...