Of Drunken Men and Wanton Women
Carol wants to fuck ‘Mick’. So do all the other women we know. Mick is a friend of mine and is married to an older woman called Eve.
Mick has a good physique and is good looking. Carol often talks about fucking Mick during sex. She also thinks about it during the day when she is lying on the bed pounding her aching cunt with her vibrator.
Carol believes that if things are meant to happen, they will. This is typical of women who have never had to hunt for sex. Men know that if you want something to happen then you have to create the circumstances.
We were going interstate to a friend’s wedding. On that trip Carol told me that she was going to ask Mick to fuck her.
I was MC at the wedding. Whilst I was doing my duty, Carol managed to drag Mick outside. Carol just came out with it. “I want you to fuck me” she said. Mick kissed her passionately and put his hands up the sexy short dress she had especially chosen for her seduction, pulling her ass into his huge erect cock. “Not now” said Carol, pushing him away.
After the speeches were done I mingled with the guests, keeping my eye on Carol and Mick. God knows where Eve had got to. Every time Mick thought no-one was looking, his hand would go up her dress, caressing her cheeks and stroking her crack.
The wedding concluded and we went off to the local club and spent some time in the disco. Mick, who by now was quite drunk, went missing. We searched to no avail. The last courtesy bus was due to leave when Mick finally appeared. He’d been sleeping in the car park. We put Mick on the bus, but now another of our party was missing.
I told the others to go and asked Eve to stay and help me. The bus left us to find our missing companion, whom we shortly located. We then trudged off back to the motel, about 20 minute’s walk away.
When we returned I fully expected Mick to have passed out as he was so drunk, but, upon opening the door to my room I saw Mick, dressed standing unsteadily near the bed. Carol was in bed, naked but fully covered by the blankets. Eve walked in behind me. “Do you want a beer?” I asked Mick. Eve, apparently unconcerned by the sight, escorted Mick back to their room.
I undressed and got into bed, desperate to know what had happened. I was disappointed to learn that we had got back too early. Mick had only managed to stick his tongue down her throat and ravish her boobs. Carol said he was the type who liked it long and slow. Poor Carol, she had to settle for Old Faithful.
Carol wants to fuck ‘Mick’. So do all the other women we know. Mick is a friend of mine and is married to an older woman called Eve.
Mick has a good physique and is good looking. Carol often talks about fucking Mick during sex. She also thinks about it during the day when she is lying on the bed pounding her aching cunt with her vibrator.
Carol believes that if things are meant to happen, they will. This is typical of women who have never had to hunt for sex. Men know that if you want something to happen then you have to create the circumstances.
We were going interstate to a friend’s wedding. On that trip Carol told me that she was going to ask Mick to fuck her.
I was MC at the wedding. Whilst I was doing my duty, Carol managed to drag Mick outside. Carol just came out with it. “I want you to fuck me” she said. Mick kissed her passionately and put his hands up the sexy short dress she had especially chosen for her seduction, pulling her ass into his huge erect cock. “Not now” said Carol, pushing him away.
After the speeches were done I mingled with the guests, keeping my eye on Carol and Mick. God knows where Eve had got to. Every time Mick thought no-one was looking, his hand would go up her dress, caressing her cheeks and stroking her crack.
The wedding concluded and we went off to the local club and spent some time in the disco. Mick, who by now was quite drunk, went missing. We searched to no avail. The last courtesy bus was due to leave when Mick finally appeared. He’d been sleeping in the car park. We put Mick on the bus, but now another of our party was missing.
I told the others to go and asked Eve to stay and help me. The bus left us to find our missing companion, whom we shortly located. We then trudged off back to the motel, about 20 minute’s walk away.
When we returned I fully expected Mick to have passed out as he was so drunk, but, upon opening the door to my room I saw Mick, dressed standing unsteadily near the bed. Carol was in bed, naked but fully covered by the blankets. Eve walked in behind me. “Do you want a beer?” I asked Mick. Eve, apparently unconcerned by the sight, escorted Mick back to their room.
I undressed and got into bed, desperate to know what had happened. I was disappointed to learn that we had got back too early. Mick had only managed to stick his tongue down her throat and ravish her boobs. Carol said he was the type who liked it long and slow. Poor Carol, she had to settle for Old Faithful.
