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June 1977:
It is probably plainly obvious this is 100% true, but just in case:
" The following is 100% true"
I used to work on Broad Street in Birmingham, in a building that is now a Travel Lodge. It was mostly
drinking, sleeping and shagging that went on there, when it was our office, so it was probably a logical step.
Over the road was a pub, named at various timed the Granville and The Westward Ho, but it is now O'Neills.
This was the place that the staff drank at lunchtimes, and after work.
If you knew the manager it meant you could stay all afternoon, when they were closed, and again after they were closed
at night. Some people even slept there and came straight to work the next morning.
One Friday night I ended up with the crowd who knew the gaffer, including a woman called Jane, who was the last
word in well......shall we say 'VAMPS'.
I saw a movie the other day called The World Of Suzie Wong and the heroine Nancy Kwan reminded me terribly of Jane,
never more so than in this picture https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/9/94/Nancy_Kwan_in_Honeymoon_Hotel.jpg
Not that Jane was Chinese, she had the most amazing - the biggest, widest eyes you have ever seen, in fact our band had a song
called "Send In The Girls" which celebrated her "moony eyes", like a Disney heroine - but there was no c***dlike innocence here,
just lust. I would have to say that she probably had the best body I have ever seen,
and she was a beauty. I was 19 years old, and had shagged two girls, ever. She was 25, divorced because of her adultery,
and she was reputed to have had HUNDREDS of men.
Her tits and arse were just to die for. Her breasts were so big that if she ran for the bus she would have to hold on to them,
to steady them. I would estimate a 34, and at least E if not F cup.
She'd got a bum that was MADE for tight jeans. Faded, scuffed 501's. fucking awesome. The jeans were always stuck up the crease. Fabulous a*se.
She had also got the most cocksuking mouth you have ever seen. What might once have been called beestung lips? She'd once grabbed me
for a kiss in a shop doorway. Her mouth seemed to open as if it were hinged. Her lips and tongue could make you see stars. I was SO
SCARED of her I didn't pursue it, you know how it is.
Jane knew a woman (Jenny) who worked on my team, and this woman had said - not particularly to me - but my ears
(etc) pricked up when Jenny mentioned it - that Jane had a practice of taking home whomever she might be with at the end of the evening.
ALSO - my #2 girlfriend, well she was #8 really, but we will ignore those I had never shagged, which was most of them. Nearly all,
in fact. #1 was Sarah, # 2 was Sue. Anyway, Sue and Jane went out together on the pull sometimes. They had conversations, as I was to find out - but more of that later.
So this Friday night I found myself with a dwindling group of people, including the luscious Jane. I figured I just
had to be the last man standing, which, as it turned out was a bit of a problem. Not very good at the drinking you see, and
I foolishly hadn't eaten. So towards the end of the evening I was a bit "overly refreshed". Notwithstanding, I found myself
at Jane's bus stop, not mine, to head out to her place, in Cotteridge.
Somewhere on the Pershore Road the lights went out. Not the buses lights , mine. I had fallen asleep on her shoulder,
and I woke up with a start. The movement of the bus was making me nauseous, the cold sweats kicked in, and I realised I was going to have to get
off and NOW!
I got off the bus and got rid of the evenings refreshments , while hanging on to a low wall. And Jane got off, with me
and held my hand, and mopped my brow and took me home and looked after me.
Er.... No. Not exactly. She stayed on the bus, forgot about us, and went off bleedin' home.
So I was recovering from seeing my lunch again, when this bloke came along. Don't ask me what he looked like, if he was stood
next me now I wouldn't know him from Adam, but this good Samaritan asked me if I was OK.
I said "I'll live".
This fine fellow took pity on a drunken youth and offered him a bed for the night.
SO.. I went back to his place, and passed out, but I came to pretty sharpish, I can tell you, once his hands were down my trousers.
I remember there was a fleeting moment of arousal, as the last thing I could remember was being with the gorgeous Jane.
JO P - if you're reading this , I know you have a passion for this sort of thing, but it's not for me, sorry.
This BLOKE was markedly less gorgeous, so I hightailed it out of there. When I say I hightailed it out of there,
I mean I got my jacket on and JUMPED down a short flight of stairs. In doing so, I turned my ankle over to such an extent I was
still having physio for it, years later.
I crashed out into the back yard and out onto the road.
I had No idea where I was, in a completely alien part of the city. As luck would have it, I came by chance across
a minicab office, and I managed to order a cab home.
The Jamaican driver was friendly and asked where I had been and what had happened.
So I told him.
"You want to WATCH it round here" he advised "all dese STUDENT types they're ALL Queer"
Hmmmmm
Hindsight is always 20/20, Batman
Jane wouldn't have had my home number, and I didn't have hers, so back at work, on the following Monday I was expecting (but
didn't get) a call from Jane, to see if I'd got home OK.
Not the slightest concern.
When I limped back into the Granville midweek, she did enquire, however. She was adamant that I had taken off so quickly
she didn't have a chance to get off the bus with me.
I related, in strictest confidence, what had happened to me, and she laughed her head off.
At least forty people must have asked me about it in the week that followed.
It was perhaps two weeks later when again I found myself out with her crowd after work, once again.
The group dwindled through the evening, and this time I was wisely drinking shandies every other pint. Sorted. [For U.S. 1/2 beer,
half lemonade, mixed}
The last few of us ended up at Sloopy's, technically a night club, actually more of a knocking shop. It was mentioned in the sex maniacs' diary
in those days as a "pull joint".
A bit later on I once again I found myself at her bus stop.
"Can I come back to yours?" I asked
"If you want" she grinned
I found that with Jane she was USUALLY entirely passive. She'd let the band of the Grenadier Guards have her, but it would be
THEIR fault, their decision. She'd just gone along with it. For whatever reason this was her ethic.
So we took the night bus back to her flat on Middleton Hall Road, if you're interested. I get the odd reader who knows Birmingham.
Talking of telephone numbers, the telephone in her flat had no number displayed inside the dial, the cardboard disc
had been reversed and on it was written the word "nosey". This was evidently aimed at any of the many male visitors to her
little boudoir who wanted to take her contact number away with them.
She put a record on, the slow side of Rod Stewart's Atlantic crossing. Her record deck was one which
played the side then went back to the start, and played it again, Sam.
We got inside and she sat on the floor with her back to the sofa.
I immediately went in for a kiss and it was well...absolutely stunning.
Breathtaking.
It was quantum leaps from the stolen kiss in the doorway of Bogarts.
It was however, still so bl*ody PASSIVE, but I can remember the STARs exploding even now !
She'd open her mouth for me but It was me kissing her, never her kissing me.
I held the furthest breast through her thin t shirt and formidable bra, and MY GOD it was big! I pulled the t shirt up at the waist.
We were still on side 2 track 1.
"What are you doing?" she asked , all gooey eyed.
"I want to get your bra off" I said with all due lack of confidence
"Why?" she grinned
"I want to see your tits!" I gasped
She took it off over her head and unclipped her b*a like a stripper.
she kept her hands over the nipples
"These? You want these?"
I nodded dumbly
I pulled her hands away and devoured the nearer nipple.
Despite her air of nonchalance about the whole encounter, her nipples were erect and granite hard.
The breasts were high, firm, and huge. Take a look at Revlon Model Laetitia Casta, like those.
"OOooooh" she moaned as I sucked her - the first hint of some responsiveness from her.
"Sue has told me ALL about you" she chuckled
Gulp !
"WHAT did she say?" I asked tentatively
"She said you've got a GREAT BIG cock and it's always hard"
"Did she say that?"
"She told me you can fuck for ages, and even when you DO c*me your load, you're ready for it again really, really quickly"
"Did she say that?"
Thank you SUE - no PRESSURE !!
"YEs, she told me all about you, and that she's the only woman you've ever fucked"
"That's not - that's not true" I protested
When I met Sue (I was 18, she a divorced 19 ) I was NOT a v*rgin, well, technically not, but I had only had it ONCE before Sue (which I made a point of telling her)
and that only for a minute or less. It barely counts really.
It transpires Sue would have LOVED me to be a v*rgin, so I should really, in hindsight, have kept my gob shut.
I kissed her again and this time undid the top button of her Levis.
"What are you doing?" she asked again, all coquettish
"I want to feel you" I groaned
I slid my hand down her tight little p*nts and it was a whole different ball game down there, I can tell you. She was
VERy hot, and soaking. The jeans were so tight I could not get a f*nger into her, however.
"Take these off" I said
She pulled her jeans down and off and her kni*kers with them.
"Why do you want me to take them off?" she teased
Her p*ssy was by today's standards, the Borneo jungle, but for the time, it was positively manicured. My previous girlfriends unkempt lady garden
in fact made this look like it was landscaped by Capability Brown.
A perfectly defined triangle, full size, but I suspect TRIMMED, short haired, and not a single hair encroaching onto the leg, so probably not au naturelle,
and in the 70's most were - really were - left to grow abundantly wild.
I rather inexpertly felt between her legs, my finger slipping inside.
Soon we were getting down on the floor, it turned out she shared the flat, and the one twin bedded bedroom with another girl, so the bed was out of bounds, we had the lounge
and that was it.
Track 5 Rod Stewart Atlantic Crossing, Slow Side : "Sailing... I've been SAILING"
I had hoped she would undr*sis me, rip my clothes off even, but NO, she merley watched impassively as I got my clothes off.
From fully clothed to n*ked before the end of the opening arpeggio of "Sailing"
Ta - DAH
I was rock h*rd as I stripped off.
"God, I love it" she grinned as she reached for my cock and pulled me on top of her.
Now I was inside her, which was something which had often fuelled my fantasies, she was slippery wet, hot and very tight, I think you could
have got the hugest cocks into her, but she kept her muscles well exercised, and she was gripping me firmly.
I looked into her eyes
"What are you thinking about?" she cooed
The LP restarted, slow side, track 1, "I don't want to talk about it"
and I didn't - NOW, well NOW I would have told her - I would have said "I have had so many wanks thinking about fucking YOU"
She would have LOVED it, with 100% certainty. But no, wimpy little lad, has to say "Nothing"
"Nothing" my a*se, what a wasted opportunity
Meanwhile whatever Jane was thinking about had worked, because during track 2 "It's Not The Spotlight" , she came.
It appeared to be the tiniest, daintiest, most ladylike little org*sm EVER, she just wrapped a leg round me for a moment, and clenched, and moaned
quietly and she was done.
I felt cheated. I felt SHE felt cheated. All that preamble and a badly sprained ankle for the tiniest daintiest most ladylike org*sm EVER ?
For some reason I withdrew, I hadn't come, not even close. I always found in those days that the first time with a new partner I would be h*rd forever, and never c*me.
Not a bad thing!
Her magnificent GOD WHAT A BODY was stretched out beneath me, and I'd STOPPED !
k**s, eh?
So, she sat up onto her elbows.
"Let me let you into a little secret" she grinned " I am usually very .... PASSIVE.. I DO like the man to be in control? But with you honey, it would be SUCH a waste,
because you don't know what you want to do - or you won't say - and I want to ...well...do lots of ... naughty things with you. Stop thinking you're only here because - I don't know -
you got on the wrong bus or something, you're here because I want you here. Now I am going to take charge, so you will do as you're told. I'll be back in a minute.
sit on the sofa and have a wank. I will be back in a minute"
She disappeared to her room where I heard voices, though not what was said, and some giggling.
I did take a seat on the sofa, and I was gently playing with it when she came back, and WHEN SHE DID - my GOD.
She was in a black satin basque with stockings , the cups barely containing the huge creamy breasts, no knickers, just pussy open to the elements.
And she had a packet of cigarettes with her, and a lighter.
I had stopped wanking as she walked in.
She knelt in front of me, and lit her cigarette.
"Don't stop" she said "I didn't tell you to stop. I want to watch you. Don't COMe though, only when I tell you you can"
I gulped, and carried on with my wank, blushing wildly, though I like being watched, in truth.
"You're embarrassed" she held the back of her cool hand against my burning cheek. Though the gesture seemed genuine, she was laughing at me.
"Sue said that the first time you two got.. going... you didn't fuck her, and when she asked you to show her how you wanked yourself off - but you wouldn't do it! Is that true?"
"Er, well yes, I suppose it is" I admitted, getting more and more flustered.
Was there ANYTHING Sue had not shared with Jane?
"She said you said it would make too much of a mess!!"
"I did, yes"
"God - she was waiting to SWALLOW it all, you silly boy" she laughed "Now, let me sit there, and you kneel here, I don't get embarassed. Watch me! "
And we did
I knelt where she'd been and she took my place and spread her l*gs in the perfect T shape, causing the susp*nders to pull so taut you could
have twanged them and got a high C.
she pulled her pussy lips apart, then lifted her big tits out of the basque, then began to theatrically m*sturbate for me
" I have to wank myself off a LOT" she admitted "because I can NEVER get enough sex"
Her fingers firmly stroked her clit while with her other hand she pulled on her hard nipple.
"I am going to want you to lick my cunt" she told me "I know you don't know how to do it, but I am going to teach you"
"Er..." I began
"Sue said you didn't go down on her, but she's got a nasty smelly cunt, so FRankly I don't blame you?"
"HOW did you know that?" I spluttered. I had not denied it.
"I've been swimming with her, and we shared a changing room, you could smell her from across the room, horrible. Horrible HORRIBLE smelly
minge" Jane grimaced "Now I'm nice down there, though, you won't have any problem with me, except for I get very ...WET. You will have just
to cope with that"
With that she grabbed my long curly hair and pulled my face into her crotch, sure enough, she smelt very ..sexy but not foul. Sue had indeed REEKED
She took two fingers and opened her pussy lips for me at the clit, very confidently instructing me on how to eat her pussy.
"The MEATY bit! Here! Lick it!"
She hooked her stockinged leg over my shoulder and and casually smoked her cigarette.
By the time she got halfway down it and "Sailing" began for the third time on the Hi Fi , Jane was coming all over my nose, mouth, chin,
she wasn't k**ding about being wet!!
"fuck that's nice! Not bad for a beginner" she grinned evilly
This org*sm was ten times the strength of the one she'd had earlier. It went on for quite some time and was accompanied by
MUCH groaning and grinding of her soaking pubes into my face.
"fuck! That's better!" , she enthused " Now stand up"
I stood
"fuck MY MOUTH" she ordered
I should perhaps point out she'd finished her cigarette by now.
I put my cock head in through her amazing lips and she proceeded to suck me, which was even better than the kiss, though
I would have severely doubted it were possible.
I once heard the expression that some Neighbours or Home and Away actress looked like she
'could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch' and this was true enough here, certainly.
"Enough" she said as she pulled my painfully hard cock out of her mouth, grinning wickedly
"Kneel" she barked "now fuck me"
I took my cock in hand and inched forward. She spread her legs as far as physiologically possible, grabbed the end and pulled me into her.
Right into her deep dark depths.
There was something more electric about it now, far better for both of us than the first time, a little earlier.
"This was your favourite position, with Sue wasn't it?" she asked
I nodded. Another thing Sue had shared. There was more.
"She preferred you on top, your weight on her, you know?"
I didn't know
"fucking hell, Derek, you've got a big cock, and she SAID there was a big BELL END on it!!" she moaned
My reputation precedes me, I thought
"and... it's got a real CURVE in it. She was telling me about that. It's really moving some FLESH about inside, me I think I'm going to C*ME! Again!
Look at it. Look at it slipping in and out of me, my pussy lips are clinging to your ...greasy shaft, they're greedy. They don't want to give it up.
Pull your cock almost out, slowly, then SLAM it back in faster. fuck me, that's it, put your fucking BACK into it!" she urged "Look at me, look me in the eyes"
She'd got the most fantastic eyes, you could just get lost in them.
You could drown in them, and yet they were devoid of all emotion.
I was getting quite worked up, however.
" YES YES YES" she urged "HARDER"
"Oh god that's fantastic" I enthused
"I want you to come between my tits when you come" she told me, "don't come inside, I want you down there again, and you won't
want to do it if I'm full of your sperm!"
She had a point
she was holding on to her tits actually, and pleasuring the formiddable nipples, squeezing them hard between her fingers.
After 2 or 3 false alarms I felt the sp*nk on the move and forcing up my shaft, I slipped out of her and she immediately
took charge and stuffed my r*ck hard cock between her bountiful breasts
It was sweet heaven in there, her juices lubricating the thrusts, with just the right amount of traction provided
by her squeezing them firmly together.
"Come on - fuck MY tits" she encouraged me
Her rather prehensile tongue came out to lick my cockhead as it appeared and disappeared in her ample cleavage
Inevitably it was all too much - but just before I came , she called out
"Rachel - come in here, quickly"
Her room mate appeared instantly as if she'd been awake and waiting for the word.
She was the very antithesis of Jane, tall, blonde, leggy, and small breasted in her long sleep t-shirt. AND she was
at least as gorgeous as Jane.
She walked quickly across the room to merely stand and watch
"Ooh he's got a big cock" she admired
"She's got the MOST fanTAStic tits, hasn't she?" she asked me, in a friendly manner
I was not accustomed to having an audience, I was frightened but I loved it
"Can I watch you come?" she whispered
I gulped and nodded, dumbly
I fucked and fucked and fucked her warm smooth slippery cleavage, but now I couldn't come.
As I have mentioned previously my first time, or few times, with a new partner, I last forever, I guess it's
nervous retention or whatever you want to call it.
I kept thrusting into her slippery cleavage
"Come on , don't be shy" urged Rachel in my ear, "she wants you to come all over her lovely big tits! Come on!
you must WANT to c*me! Do you want me to go away? Am I putting you off?" she giggled, and Jane was laughing at me too
which didn't help.
Luckily Rachel had a kinder nature.....
"Do you want some help?" she smiled, and without waiting for my answer, knelt
She reached and took my b*lls and gently massaged them, whilst stroking my arse with her other hand
"Come on relax, c*me your load, let go!" she said looking up at me , grinning at Jane
Still not getting there until her wet finger went up my bum, which took me quite by surprise, a first for me,
mind you I nearly got something up my bum, on the Pershore Road that previous night, but I've already confessed that one.
My legs sagged and I saw stars, constellations, god. You know, it was like the end of 2001 a Space Odyssey
I fancied I heard the ROAR as every atom of sperm in my body made it's away to it's new home in Jane's glorious cleavage,
the first spurt was huge, Jane flinched at how hot it was, Rachel uttered a quiet "Oh lord"
the cock bucked and sprayed a second jet over the tops of her breasts and her neck
I groaned and fired a third salvo more or less into her face, before she grabbed my erection and crammed
it back between her tits. There was a fourth ej*culation, more minor but the sensations shooting through my body
were like bolts of lightning.
My cock popped up again, to be grasped by Rachel this time, who proceeded to gently wank the last few drops onto her
friend's breasts.
"WOW" she cooed, "Don't you love YOUNG guys? I've never SEEN so much SP*RM!!"
I was nearly collapsing
"I think I need a shower!!" grinned Jane and trotted off, leaving me alone with Rachel
"I need to c*me" confessed Rachel and whipped her sleep t shirt off, to reveal small but beautifully p*rt breasts,
fabulously long legs, and between those fabulously long legs, a COMPLETELY SHAVED PUSSY - now that was big news in those days,
I didn't seen another one until the 90's.
She arranged herself on the sofa, which was one of those horrible brown vinyl ones, by the way, but easy to wipe clean - just as well.
"Watch me" she invited "suck my tits while I wank myself off" So I did, and she did, but when she was about halfway to coming I noticed
- well - you couldn't fail to really - I was hard again. There was no chance of me c*ming, but hey that wasn't important, because I was
to c*me 10,000 times from the memory.....
"You're h*rd" she shrieked "In me, now!"
I didn't need to be asked twice, I walked up on my knees and pushed into her, my h*iry cock and b*lls pumping away at her
baby smooth sh*ved sn*tch.
She hauled her long lithe legs into the air and played with her lovely little tits while keeping me closely informed of her pending org*sm, which was imminent it seemed.
She became flushed and breathless and her already tight grip on me GRABBED, almost stopping my movement.
As she was being especialy vocal, Jane re joined us, n*ked except for a towel
"Look at you TWO" she laughed " I turn my back for a minute, and you're AT IT!!!
Very much to my surprise, and very suddenly, I came in her, with an almighty groan
"Jesus!" cried Rachel, "I can't believe you came again!!"
"Let me see " said Jane,
I gently withdrew, and Jane grabbed my cock which was almost dripping with Rachel's juice, and wanked it whilst
looking closely at the slot
"Just a little drop! " she cooed "Wow! I'm impressed, HONEY" and she gave me THE most fabulous kiss.
I'd like to be able to say she sucked my cock with her mate's come all over it, but she didn't , sorry.
Rachel was gently fingering herself as she watched us kiss.
"On Saturday night, next Saturday night, did you want to come round, save it ALL up all week, and we'll have a threesome?
Despite what you might think after tonight, we've never done that. Rachel doesn't get out much, she works and works. "
"God YES! " I enthused , showing my enthusiasm for a moment.
BUT , and there is a BUT....
Early the following week Jane went to the pub over the road again, after work, and there she met some sort of travelling
salesman, a rep or account manager from out of town.
As per her usual habit she copped off with him, and went to his hotel, where she had unprotected sex with him, as she had with me,
and she contracted gonorrhea off him.
SO , not only did I not go round there on the following Saturday night, I never went anywhere near her again.
Nor did I ever see Rachel again, as their share and share alike approach could easily have given it to her.
What a DAMNED shame - a bleedin' TRAGEDY !!!
- Dr W
It is probably plainly obvious this is 100% true, but just in case:
" The following is 100% true"
I used to work on Broad Street in Birmingham, in a building that is now a Travel Lodge. It was mostly
drinking, sleeping and shagging that went on there, when it was our office, so it was probably a logical step.
Over the road was a pub, named at various timed the Granville and The Westward Ho, but it is now O'Neills.
This was the place that the staff drank at lunchtimes, and after work.
If you knew the manager it meant you could stay all afternoon, when they were closed, and again after they were closed
at night. Some people even slept there and came straight to work the next morning.
One Friday night I ended up with the crowd who knew the gaffer, including a woman called Jane, who was the last
word in well......shall we say 'VAMPS'.
I saw a movie the other day called The World Of Suzie Wong and the heroine Nancy Kwan reminded me terribly of Jane,
never more so than in this picture https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/9/94/Nancy_Kwan_in_Honeymoon_Hotel.jpg
Not that Jane was Chinese, she had the most amazing - the biggest, widest eyes you have ever seen, in fact our band had a song
called "Send In The Girls" which celebrated her "moony eyes", like a Disney heroine - but there was no c***dlike innocence here,
just lust. I would have to say that she probably had the best body I have ever seen,
and she was a beauty. I was 19 years old, and had shagged two girls, ever. She was 25, divorced because of her adultery,
and she was reputed to have had HUNDREDS of men.
Her tits and arse were just to die for. Her breasts were so big that if she ran for the bus she would have to hold on to them,
to steady them. I would estimate a 34, and at least E if not F cup.
She'd got a bum that was MADE for tight jeans. Faded, scuffed 501's. fucking awesome. The jeans were always stuck up the crease. Fabulous a*se.
She had also got the most cocksuking mouth you have ever seen. What might once have been called beestung lips? She'd once grabbed me
for a kiss in a shop doorway. Her mouth seemed to open as if it were hinged. Her lips and tongue could make you see stars. I was SO
SCARED of her I didn't pursue it, you know how it is.
Jane knew a woman (Jenny) who worked on my team, and this woman had said - not particularly to me - but my ears
(etc) pricked up when Jenny mentioned it - that Jane had a practice of taking home whomever she might be with at the end of the evening.
ALSO - my #2 girlfriend, well she was #8 really, but we will ignore those I had never shagged, which was most of them. Nearly all,
in fact. #1 was Sarah, # 2 was Sue. Anyway, Sue and Jane went out together on the pull sometimes. They had conversations, as I was to find out - but more of that later.
So this Friday night I found myself with a dwindling group of people, including the luscious Jane. I figured I just
had to be the last man standing, which, as it turned out was a bit of a problem. Not very good at the drinking you see, and
I foolishly hadn't eaten. So towards the end of the evening I was a bit "overly refreshed". Notwithstanding, I found myself
at Jane's bus stop, not mine, to head out to her place, in Cotteridge.
Somewhere on the Pershore Road the lights went out. Not the buses lights , mine. I had fallen asleep on her shoulder,
and I woke up with a start. The movement of the bus was making me nauseous, the cold sweats kicked in, and I realised I was going to have to get
off and NOW!
I got off the bus and got rid of the evenings refreshments , while hanging on to a low wall. And Jane got off, with me
and held my hand, and mopped my brow and took me home and looked after me.
Er.... No. Not exactly. She stayed on the bus, forgot about us, and went off bleedin' home.
So I was recovering from seeing my lunch again, when this bloke came along. Don't ask me what he looked like, if he was stood
next me now I wouldn't know him from Adam, but this good Samaritan asked me if I was OK.
I said "I'll live".
This fine fellow took pity on a drunken youth and offered him a bed for the night.
SO.. I went back to his place, and passed out, but I came to pretty sharpish, I can tell you, once his hands were down my trousers.
I remember there was a fleeting moment of arousal, as the last thing I could remember was being with the gorgeous Jane.
JO P - if you're reading this , I know you have a passion for this sort of thing, but it's not for me, sorry.
This BLOKE was markedly less gorgeous, so I hightailed it out of there. When I say I hightailed it out of there,
I mean I got my jacket on and JUMPED down a short flight of stairs. In doing so, I turned my ankle over to such an extent I was
still having physio for it, years later.
I crashed out into the back yard and out onto the road.
I had No idea where I was, in a completely alien part of the city. As luck would have it, I came by chance across
a minicab office, and I managed to order a cab home.
The Jamaican driver was friendly and asked where I had been and what had happened.
So I told him.
"You want to WATCH it round here" he advised "all dese STUDENT types they're ALL Queer"
Hmmmmm
Hindsight is always 20/20, Batman
Jane wouldn't have had my home number, and I didn't have hers, so back at work, on the following Monday I was expecting (but
didn't get) a call from Jane, to see if I'd got home OK.
Not the slightest concern.
When I limped back into the Granville midweek, she did enquire, however. She was adamant that I had taken off so quickly
she didn't have a chance to get off the bus with me.
I related, in strictest confidence, what had happened to me, and she laughed her head off.
At least forty people must have asked me about it in the week that followed.
It was perhaps two weeks later when again I found myself out with her crowd after work, once again.
The group dwindled through the evening, and this time I was wisely drinking shandies every other pint. Sorted. [For U.S. 1/2 beer,
half lemonade, mixed}
The last few of us ended up at Sloopy's, technically a night club, actually more of a knocking shop. It was mentioned in the sex maniacs' diary
in those days as a "pull joint".
A bit later on I once again I found myself at her bus stop.
"Can I come back to yours?" I asked
"If you want" she grinned
I found that with Jane she was USUALLY entirely passive. She'd let the band of the Grenadier Guards have her, but it would be
THEIR fault, their decision. She'd just gone along with it. For whatever reason this was her ethic.
So we took the night bus back to her flat on Middleton Hall Road, if you're interested. I get the odd reader who knows Birmingham.
Talking of telephone numbers, the telephone in her flat had no number displayed inside the dial, the cardboard disc
had been reversed and on it was written the word "nosey". This was evidently aimed at any of the many male visitors to her
little boudoir who wanted to take her contact number away with them.
She put a record on, the slow side of Rod Stewart's Atlantic crossing. Her record deck was one which
played the side then went back to the start, and played it again, Sam.
We got inside and she sat on the floor with her back to the sofa.
I immediately went in for a kiss and it was well...absolutely stunning.
Breathtaking.
It was quantum leaps from the stolen kiss in the doorway of Bogarts.
It was however, still so bl*ody PASSIVE, but I can remember the STARs exploding even now !
She'd open her mouth for me but It was me kissing her, never her kissing me.
I held the furthest breast through her thin t shirt and formidable bra, and MY GOD it was big! I pulled the t shirt up at the waist.
We were still on side 2 track 1.
"What are you doing?" she asked , all gooey eyed.
"I want to get your bra off" I said with all due lack of confidence
"Why?" she grinned
"I want to see your tits!" I gasped
She took it off over her head and unclipped her b*a like a stripper.
she kept her hands over the nipples
"These? You want these?"
I nodded dumbly
I pulled her hands away and devoured the nearer nipple.
Despite her air of nonchalance about the whole encounter, her nipples were erect and granite hard.
The breasts were high, firm, and huge. Take a look at Revlon Model Laetitia Casta, like those.
"OOooooh" she moaned as I sucked her - the first hint of some responsiveness from her.
"Sue has told me ALL about you" she chuckled
Gulp !
"WHAT did she say?" I asked tentatively
"She said you've got a GREAT BIG cock and it's always hard"
"Did she say that?"
"She told me you can fuck for ages, and even when you DO c*me your load, you're ready for it again really, really quickly"
"Did she say that?"
Thank you SUE - no PRESSURE !!
"YEs, she told me all about you, and that she's the only woman you've ever fucked"
"That's not - that's not true" I protested
When I met Sue (I was 18, she a divorced 19 ) I was NOT a v*rgin, well, technically not, but I had only had it ONCE before Sue (which I made a point of telling her)
and that only for a minute or less. It barely counts really.
It transpires Sue would have LOVED me to be a v*rgin, so I should really, in hindsight, have kept my gob shut.
I kissed her again and this time undid the top button of her Levis.
"What are you doing?" she asked again, all coquettish
"I want to feel you" I groaned
I slid my hand down her tight little p*nts and it was a whole different ball game down there, I can tell you. She was
VERy hot, and soaking. The jeans were so tight I could not get a f*nger into her, however.
"Take these off" I said
She pulled her jeans down and off and her kni*kers with them.
"Why do you want me to take them off?" she teased
Her p*ssy was by today's standards, the Borneo jungle, but for the time, it was positively manicured. My previous girlfriends unkempt lady garden
in fact made this look like it was landscaped by Capability Brown.
A perfectly defined triangle, full size, but I suspect TRIMMED, short haired, and not a single hair encroaching onto the leg, so probably not au naturelle,
and in the 70's most were - really were - left to grow abundantly wild.
I rather inexpertly felt between her legs, my finger slipping inside.
Soon we were getting down on the floor, it turned out she shared the flat, and the one twin bedded bedroom with another girl, so the bed was out of bounds, we had the lounge
and that was it.
Track 5 Rod Stewart Atlantic Crossing, Slow Side : "Sailing... I've been SAILING"
I had hoped she would undr*sis me, rip my clothes off even, but NO, she merley watched impassively as I got my clothes off.
From fully clothed to n*ked before the end of the opening arpeggio of "Sailing"
Ta - DAH
I was rock h*rd as I stripped off.
"God, I love it" she grinned as she reached for my cock and pulled me on top of her.
Now I was inside her, which was something which had often fuelled my fantasies, she was slippery wet, hot and very tight, I think you could
have got the hugest cocks into her, but she kept her muscles well exercised, and she was gripping me firmly.
I looked into her eyes
"What are you thinking about?" she cooed
The LP restarted, slow side, track 1, "I don't want to talk about it"
and I didn't - NOW, well NOW I would have told her - I would have said "I have had so many wanks thinking about fucking YOU"
She would have LOVED it, with 100% certainty. But no, wimpy little lad, has to say "Nothing"
"Nothing" my a*se, what a wasted opportunity
Meanwhile whatever Jane was thinking about had worked, because during track 2 "It's Not The Spotlight" , she came.
It appeared to be the tiniest, daintiest, most ladylike little org*sm EVER, she just wrapped a leg round me for a moment, and clenched, and moaned
quietly and she was done.
I felt cheated. I felt SHE felt cheated. All that preamble and a badly sprained ankle for the tiniest daintiest most ladylike org*sm EVER ?
For some reason I withdrew, I hadn't come, not even close. I always found in those days that the first time with a new partner I would be h*rd forever, and never c*me.
Not a bad thing!
Her magnificent GOD WHAT A BODY was stretched out beneath me, and I'd STOPPED !
k**s, eh?
So, she sat up onto her elbows.
"Let me let you into a little secret" she grinned " I am usually very .... PASSIVE.. I DO like the man to be in control? But with you honey, it would be SUCH a waste,
because you don't know what you want to do - or you won't say - and I want to ...well...do lots of ... naughty things with you. Stop thinking you're only here because - I don't know -
you got on the wrong bus or something, you're here because I want you here. Now I am going to take charge, so you will do as you're told. I'll be back in a minute.
sit on the sofa and have a wank. I will be back in a minute"
She disappeared to her room where I heard voices, though not what was said, and some giggling.
I did take a seat on the sofa, and I was gently playing with it when she came back, and WHEN SHE DID - my GOD.
She was in a black satin basque with stockings , the cups barely containing the huge creamy breasts, no knickers, just pussy open to the elements.
And she had a packet of cigarettes with her, and a lighter.
I had stopped wanking as she walked in.
She knelt in front of me, and lit her cigarette.
"Don't stop" she said "I didn't tell you to stop. I want to watch you. Don't COMe though, only when I tell you you can"
I gulped, and carried on with my wank, blushing wildly, though I like being watched, in truth.
"You're embarrassed" she held the back of her cool hand against my burning cheek. Though the gesture seemed genuine, she was laughing at me.
"Sue said that the first time you two got.. going... you didn't fuck her, and when she asked you to show her how you wanked yourself off - but you wouldn't do it! Is that true?"
"Er, well yes, I suppose it is" I admitted, getting more and more flustered.
Was there ANYTHING Sue had not shared with Jane?
"She said you said it would make too much of a mess!!"
"I did, yes"
"God - she was waiting to SWALLOW it all, you silly boy" she laughed "Now, let me sit there, and you kneel here, I don't get embarassed. Watch me! "
And we did
I knelt where she'd been and she took my place and spread her l*gs in the perfect T shape, causing the susp*nders to pull so taut you could
have twanged them and got a high C.
she pulled her pussy lips apart, then lifted her big tits out of the basque, then began to theatrically m*sturbate for me
" I have to wank myself off a LOT" she admitted "because I can NEVER get enough sex"
Her fingers firmly stroked her clit while with her other hand she pulled on her hard nipple.
"I am going to want you to lick my cunt" she told me "I know you don't know how to do it, but I am going to teach you"
"Er..." I began
"Sue said you didn't go down on her, but she's got a nasty smelly cunt, so FRankly I don't blame you?"
"HOW did you know that?" I spluttered. I had not denied it.
"I've been swimming with her, and we shared a changing room, you could smell her from across the room, horrible. Horrible HORRIBLE smelly
minge" Jane grimaced "Now I'm nice down there, though, you won't have any problem with me, except for I get very ...WET. You will have just
to cope with that"
With that she grabbed my long curly hair and pulled my face into her crotch, sure enough, she smelt very ..sexy but not foul. Sue had indeed REEKED
She took two fingers and opened her pussy lips for me at the clit, very confidently instructing me on how to eat her pussy.
"The MEATY bit! Here! Lick it!"
She hooked her stockinged leg over my shoulder and and casually smoked her cigarette.
By the time she got halfway down it and "Sailing" began for the third time on the Hi Fi , Jane was coming all over my nose, mouth, chin,
she wasn't k**ding about being wet!!
"fuck that's nice! Not bad for a beginner" she grinned evilly
This org*sm was ten times the strength of the one she'd had earlier. It went on for quite some time and was accompanied by
MUCH groaning and grinding of her soaking pubes into my face.
"fuck! That's better!" , she enthused " Now stand up"
I stood
"fuck MY MOUTH" she ordered
I should perhaps point out she'd finished her cigarette by now.
I put my cock head in through her amazing lips and she proceeded to suck me, which was even better than the kiss, though
I would have severely doubted it were possible.
I once heard the expression that some Neighbours or Home and Away actress looked like she
'could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch' and this was true enough here, certainly.
"Enough" she said as she pulled my painfully hard cock out of her mouth, grinning wickedly
"Kneel" she barked "now fuck me"
I took my cock in hand and inched forward. She spread her legs as far as physiologically possible, grabbed the end and pulled me into her.
Right into her deep dark depths.
There was something more electric about it now, far better for both of us than the first time, a little earlier.
"This was your favourite position, with Sue wasn't it?" she asked
I nodded. Another thing Sue had shared. There was more.
"She preferred you on top, your weight on her, you know?"
I didn't know
"fucking hell, Derek, you've got a big cock, and she SAID there was a big BELL END on it!!" she moaned
My reputation precedes me, I thought
"and... it's got a real CURVE in it. She was telling me about that. It's really moving some FLESH about inside, me I think I'm going to C*ME! Again!
Look at it. Look at it slipping in and out of me, my pussy lips are clinging to your ...greasy shaft, they're greedy. They don't want to give it up.
Pull your cock almost out, slowly, then SLAM it back in faster. fuck me, that's it, put your fucking BACK into it!" she urged "Look at me, look me in the eyes"
She'd got the most fantastic eyes, you could just get lost in them.
You could drown in them, and yet they were devoid of all emotion.
I was getting quite worked up, however.
" YES YES YES" she urged "HARDER"
"Oh god that's fantastic" I enthused
"I want you to come between my tits when you come" she told me, "don't come inside, I want you down there again, and you won't
want to do it if I'm full of your sperm!"
She had a point
she was holding on to her tits actually, and pleasuring the formiddable nipples, squeezing them hard between her fingers.
After 2 or 3 false alarms I felt the sp*nk on the move and forcing up my shaft, I slipped out of her and she immediately
took charge and stuffed my r*ck hard cock between her bountiful breasts
It was sweet heaven in there, her juices lubricating the thrusts, with just the right amount of traction provided
by her squeezing them firmly together.
"Come on - fuck MY tits" she encouraged me
Her rather prehensile tongue came out to lick my cockhead as it appeared and disappeared in her ample cleavage
Inevitably it was all too much - but just before I came , she called out
"Rachel - come in here, quickly"
Her room mate appeared instantly as if she'd been awake and waiting for the word.
She was the very antithesis of Jane, tall, blonde, leggy, and small breasted in her long sleep t-shirt. AND she was
at least as gorgeous as Jane.
She walked quickly across the room to merely stand and watch
"Ooh he's got a big cock" she admired
"She's got the MOST fanTAStic tits, hasn't she?" she asked me, in a friendly manner
I was not accustomed to having an audience, I was frightened but I loved it
"Can I watch you come?" she whispered
I gulped and nodded, dumbly
I fucked and fucked and fucked her warm smooth slippery cleavage, but now I couldn't come.
As I have mentioned previously my first time, or few times, with a new partner, I last forever, I guess it's
nervous retention or whatever you want to call it.
I kept thrusting into her slippery cleavage
"Come on , don't be shy" urged Rachel in my ear, "she wants you to come all over her lovely big tits! Come on!
you must WANT to c*me! Do you want me to go away? Am I putting you off?" she giggled, and Jane was laughing at me too
which didn't help.
Luckily Rachel had a kinder nature.....
"Do you want some help?" she smiled, and without waiting for my answer, knelt
She reached and took my b*lls and gently massaged them, whilst stroking my arse with her other hand
"Come on relax, c*me your load, let go!" she said looking up at me , grinning at Jane
Still not getting there until her wet finger went up my bum, which took me quite by surprise, a first for me,
mind you I nearly got something up my bum, on the Pershore Road that previous night, but I've already confessed that one.
My legs sagged and I saw stars, constellations, god. You know, it was like the end of 2001 a Space Odyssey
I fancied I heard the ROAR as every atom of sperm in my body made it's away to it's new home in Jane's glorious cleavage,
the first spurt was huge, Jane flinched at how hot it was, Rachel uttered a quiet "Oh lord"
the cock bucked and sprayed a second jet over the tops of her breasts and her neck
I groaned and fired a third salvo more or less into her face, before she grabbed my erection and crammed
it back between her tits. There was a fourth ej*culation, more minor but the sensations shooting through my body
were like bolts of lightning.
My cock popped up again, to be grasped by Rachel this time, who proceeded to gently wank the last few drops onto her
friend's breasts.
"WOW" she cooed, "Don't you love YOUNG guys? I've never SEEN so much SP*RM!!"
I was nearly collapsing
"I think I need a shower!!" grinned Jane and trotted off, leaving me alone with Rachel
"I need to c*me" confessed Rachel and whipped her sleep t shirt off, to reveal small but beautifully p*rt breasts,
fabulously long legs, and between those fabulously long legs, a COMPLETELY SHAVED PUSSY - now that was big news in those days,
I didn't seen another one until the 90's.
She arranged herself on the sofa, which was one of those horrible brown vinyl ones, by the way, but easy to wipe clean - just as well.
"Watch me" she invited "suck my tits while I wank myself off" So I did, and she did, but when she was about halfway to coming I noticed
- well - you couldn't fail to really - I was hard again. There was no chance of me c*ming, but hey that wasn't important, because I was
to c*me 10,000 times from the memory.....
"You're h*rd" she shrieked "In me, now!"
I didn't need to be asked twice, I walked up on my knees and pushed into her, my h*iry cock and b*lls pumping away at her
baby smooth sh*ved sn*tch.
She hauled her long lithe legs into the air and played with her lovely little tits while keeping me closely informed of her pending org*sm, which was imminent it seemed.
She became flushed and breathless and her already tight grip on me GRABBED, almost stopping my movement.
As she was being especialy vocal, Jane re joined us, n*ked except for a towel
"Look at you TWO" she laughed " I turn my back for a minute, and you're AT IT!!!
Very much to my surprise, and very suddenly, I came in her, with an almighty groan
"Jesus!" cried Rachel, "I can't believe you came again!!"
"Let me see " said Jane,
I gently withdrew, and Jane grabbed my cock which was almost dripping with Rachel's juice, and wanked it whilst
looking closely at the slot
"Just a little drop! " she cooed "Wow! I'm impressed, HONEY" and she gave me THE most fabulous kiss.
I'd like to be able to say she sucked my cock with her mate's come all over it, but she didn't , sorry.
Rachel was gently fingering herself as she watched us kiss.
"On Saturday night, next Saturday night, did you want to come round, save it ALL up all week, and we'll have a threesome?
Despite what you might think after tonight, we've never done that. Rachel doesn't get out much, she works and works. "
"God YES! " I enthused , showing my enthusiasm for a moment.
BUT , and there is a BUT....
Early the following week Jane went to the pub over the road again, after work, and there she met some sort of travelling
salesman, a rep or account manager from out of town.
As per her usual habit she copped off with him, and went to his hotel, where she had unprotected sex with him, as she had with me,
and she contracted gonorrhea off him.
SO , not only did I not go round there on the following Saturday night, I never went anywhere near her again.
Nor did I ever see Rachel again, as their share and share alike approach could easily have given it to her.
What a DAMNED shame - a bleedin' TRAGEDY !!!
- Dr W
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