A few years back living in London, everyone would make a mad dash to the bar when the bell was ring signaling last orders. On a Friday and Saturday night, it was a sacred act to ensure that you could get one or two more drinks before the minesweepers came around taking glasses off tables.
At that time I was living in a grotty but clean apartment above a used car sales lot. It was off a busy high street and was fit for purpose of low-average cost flat-share. My roommate was a taller guy who I’ll call Dave, who had chunky arms from being a compulsive wanker and someone who did an excessive amount of arm curls so that he’d fill a
Polo shirt out.
We were both single, in our early 20’s, and were out most weekends looking for a wet hole to park the
man kayak in. One particular weekend, we decided to entertain 2 local chicks that we had frequently seen in the pub but had never spoken to. Karen was about 5”4, auburn/strawberry blonde with a super plain face that wasn’t anything special to write home about, although she had a fit body and round looking c-cup breasticles. Dave made it known that he was going to “tap her” and I, by default was going to be left with Melissa who was dark haired, similar height, but carrying several pounds with a chipmunk face, 40D boobs and a hefty ass.
We got back to our place, Melissa had been messing with my cock by having her hand in my jeans pocket walking back home. Dave, always the hero had pulled one of Karen’s tits out of her top for the world to see on more than one occasion.
We get back to the flat, we go in search of more booze, and Melissa proclaims that she wants to see me in action???? After some confused looks, it turns out she wants to see me bust some moves on the long heavy punchbag I have dangling from the ceiling. They both proceed to make all sorts of giggling and whispered comments to each other, and Dave gets jealous and picks up Karen to hoist into his room. Minutes barely pass and I hear Dave slamming Karen, his bed a noisy testimony to anyone who wasn’t aware
of what was going on.
I reluctantly decide it’s time to do the same with Melissa and take her into my bedroom for disrobing and defiling. I did not have much experience with larger ladies, therefore I did not know what I was getting. I start with finger fucking her. She’s dry, really dry, she begins to tell me that she normally has to use lube. I make an adventurous decision to find some Vaseline.
We go at it some, she then decides to pin me down and mount me. She starts riding me like a pro. We go at it for several minutes, judging by the moisture and noise, her lube issue was solved. She starts grinding me even harder and tells me to grab her boobs so I oblige. She tells me off, that I need to grab them even harder, so I do. She tells me to bite them, so I do, man I thought, she’s an interesting find…..
By now Melissa is riding me so hard that I’m worried that she going to snap my dick, but I grin and bear it. She knocks it up a gear telling me that she wants to
soak me and the bed. All of a sudden, there’s a big cracking noise. I jump up to put the light on, and low and behold, she’s broken the box spring frame. My mattress is now getting consumed by some dodgy nails, splinters and broken wood.
I decide that it’s only right for me to finish what I had started and have her kneel down to let me splash her face, neck and boobs with my spunk. Once she cleans herself up, I’m looking at my broken bed. She apologizes for over doing it and offers for us to go back to her place for the night while I w the issue tomorrow. I decline and she goes about ordering a cap home.
Her bedraggled scruffy looking friend emerges from Dave’s room and they hot tail it out of there. Sinful pleasure accomplished. I’m siting in my boxers on the sofa when Dave emerges from his pit looking rather please with himself. He throws a pair of soiled French knickers into my face and tells me to sniff them. I do, he says he couldn’t pay much attention to Karen as she wasn’t an oil painting to look at, but he was keeping the knickers as another trophy. He asked me why the girls left so quick. I took him to my room to see the damage.
He can’t stop laughing at my misfortune, proclaiming that’s what I get for shagging a fat bird (his terminology), and proceeds to keep this as a war story to be used for entertainment purposes for years to come. Looking back, it served a purpose, I had no regrets, but I certainly bust more than a nut….
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