Date: Sun, 8 Jun 2003 16:55:24 -0700
From: Z
Subject: Stories from a small mining town (Part 1 of ??)

The following story is fiction, it involves sexually explicit and erotic
events between male couples, male and female couples and between female
couples as well as with groups of the foregoing.  If you are offended by
such material, are too young, or live in an area where this material is
illegal, please do not read the story.  In this story, the characters do
not always use condoms. However, this author implores everyone to practice
safe sex.


Oakham is a small mining community in the valleys of south Wales, UK. It
does exist although it does not feature on any maps.  It is a nondescript
and insignificant community that is home to just over 1,000 residents.
There is a Rugby Club, a small tavern (The Travellers Rest), a few shops
and a post office.  There are also two schools, Oakham Comprehensive and
Oakham Primary.  Most of the residents of this small town are friendly and
affable and almost all of them live in similar homes that were once built
to accommodate the miners and their families.  The mine is now long since
gone.

Stories from a small mining town - One

Oakham is a small mining community in the valleys of south Wales, UK. It
does exist although it does not feature on any maps.  It is a nondescript
and insignificant community that is home to just over 1,000 residents.
There is a Rugby Club, a small tavern (The Travellers Rest), a few shops
and a post office.  There are also two schools, Oakham Comprehensive and
Oakham Primary.  Most of the residents of this small town are friendly and
affable and almost all of them live in similar homes that were once built
to accommodate the miners and their families.  The mine is now long since
gone.

It was the day of the Wales v Scotland Rugby International.  A coach party
had departed the town two days previously bound for Edinburgh and Dewi
Stables was disappointed he had been denied the chance to go with his older
brother Nigel.  He was 18 now for God's sake!  His mother Berniece, who his
father Dennis often accused of tying Dewi too close to her apron strings,
had put her foot down.  "No! He's too young for all that happens on those
sorts of trips!" she had stated "Bollocks! A bit of the old mucking about
with the fella's would hove done him good" Dennis had retorted.  Dewi had
wondered what really did go on on 'those' sorts of trips? His brother,
Nigel had promised to tell him all the stories on his return.  He was still
pissed off at not being allowed to go though.

Dewi looked at the clock in the hall, 11:25am, Cat Deely would be on soon
in CD:UK, the Saturday morning chart show.  "Back upstairs for a crafty
wank" thought Dewi to himself as he lazily grabbed his balls.  "Kylie is on
there this morning and so is Justin Timberlake, better grab plenty of
tissues!"  Christ, he was popping wood just at the thought of a slow and
leisurely wank.  He walked towards the bathroom and opened the door; his
father was shaving, nude by the washbasin. "Sorry dad" said Dewi. "No
problemo" said his father, turning to speak to his son. "Nothing you ain't
got yourself son, except perhaps the old man's got a bit more!" he laughed
aloud as he cupped his sizeable balls.  Dewi reddened and coughed
nervously.  "Dad!" he stammered.  "I just came in to get some toilet paper,
for my, erm cold" he lied.  "That's what they call it now is it son?"
Dennis chuckled and turned to continue with his shave.  Dewi retrieved
several sheets of toilet paper and left his father in the bathroom alone.
"Cold!" Dennis repeated and laughed once again.

Dewi walked into his bedroom and closed the door.  Grabbing the remote
control he flipped on the TV.  Cat Deely was, he thought, one hot chick and
wondered what kind of fuck she'd be?  Demure and ladylike or hot and randy?
This thought had his dick rising in his boxer shorts.  He threw himself
upon the unmade bed and tugged his underwear down until they cupped under
his full balls and were just down at the back, where his firm bubble butt
could get some air.  Cat was talking to Justin Timberlake prior to his
performance and Dewi couldn't help but wonder whether the rumours he'd
heard at school were true about the superstar, did he really have a massive
piece of meat swinging between those legs?  'Trouser snake' some of the
Sunday tabloids had begun referring to him.  As he thought his left hand
idly cupped his testicles, whilst his right hand lovingly grabbed his
hardening cock.  He watched as Timberlake performed energetically and he
became lost in his lewd thoughts.

About four years ago, when he was still in the throws of puberty his
feelings of attraction for the same as well as the opposite sex had
frightened him.  Now he had come to accept them as part of him.  Although
he had not yet acted on any of these feelings, aside from long and erotic
jerk off sessions, sexy thoughts 24/7 and stories from the internet.  There
were men and women, boys and girls at school and in the town who fuelled
his sexual fantasies.  He had been fucked on countless times by the Rugby
squad and then had performed extensive oral on girls and women throughout
the town.  But as a virgin, these were still fantasies.  He reached over
the side of the bed and retrieved some hand lotion that he kept for
leisurely and luxurious wanks.  He squirted a sizeable dollop onto his
hands and continued his wank as Kylie gyrated with six beefy male dancers.
"Fuck, go Kylie shake that arse for those hot studs, argh" he sighed with
pleasure.  He closed his eyes and imagined his 7-inch cock dipping gently
in to Kylie's wet and welcoming cunt while he sucked on the black dancer's
(undoubtedly) massive tool.  "Ooh, baby yeah take my cock!" he moaned as
his left hand worked its way under his bollocks to his arse, he shifted
slightly down the bed as he arched his legs to allow himself better access
to his own willing hole. His strokes on his dick became more rapid; looking
down he noticed the amount of precum he was producing.  "Keep this up and I
could bottle this!" he thought.  He brought his thumb up to his shiny, wet
helmet and smeared the precum over his uncircumcised cockhead.  "Gotta
taste myself," he said aloud as he brought his thumb to his lips.  "Mmm,
fucking A1".

Cat was running through the top ten and he used this as his countdown to
his climax.  He grabbed his tool and jerked furiously, "fuck, fu, fu, fu -
ck! Oh, God, oh Jesus, yeah, wank it, wank that hard meat, argh, mmph,
argh, fu, fu, fu, fuuuuuuuck!" his cock jetted thick, scalding jets of
salty spunk all over his stomach and chest, one volley even hit him in the
face.  "Fucking hell, awesome!" he panted as his fingers trailed in the
cooling pools of cum on his chest.  He brought his fingers to his mouth and
sucked greedily on them.  Outside his room, his father was stood with his
ear to the door.  "Atta boy!"  Dennis said and headed to his own room.
Unwrapping the towel from his waist, he fisted his own dick quickly and
shot his wad into the damp towel.  Seconds later, his bedroom door opened
Dewi walked in.  "Just going in the shower then I'll be ready to go to the
Rugby Club with you to watch the match."  "Sure thing son" said his father,
as he eyed his son's still semi-hard meat in his boxers.

* * *

"Berniece, me and the boy are going upto the Rugby Club to watch the match,
we'll probably be back late." Dennis hollered to his wife as he and Dewi
grabbed their jackets.  "OK, enjoy yourselves and for God's sake don't get
too drunk!" Berniece shouted down the hallway from the kitchen.  "Don't get
too drunk!  We'll be fucking rat arsed tonight son!" Dennis said to Dewi.
Dewi looked at his father and realised just how handsome he was.  His
father was hot.  At a mean 6 foot tall, Dennis looked at least 10 years
younger than his 50 years of age.  He had a square cut, chiselled jaw,
smouldering baby blue eyes and short cropped raven black hair.  His body
was buff and trim with just the slightest hint of a beer belly forming.
His arms though were magnificent works of art.  A true testament to a man
that had worked hard from the age of 15, firstly down the mine and for the
past 18 years in the local saw mill.  Dennis often surveyed himself in the
bathroom mirror and rippled his muscular arms and chest as he had done so
when he first courted Berniece.  Dewi, catching sight of himself in the
full-length hallway mirror admired his own physique.  At 5' 10" he was a
typical skater boy type.  Naturally thin, but not too thin, he had a well
rounded bubble butt that, at first glance, looked out of proportion but as
the eye took in the whole of himself it formed itself into a neat little
bundle.  He was wearing a pair of baggy jeans and his pride and joy the new
Welsh away Rugby shirt.  He looked hot.  His dad called him and they walked
out the door.

Berniece heard the door close and waiting no more than a minute picked up
the 'phone.  She surreptitiously dialled the number and waited for it to
connect.  "David?  Hi its Berniece.  Yeah, yeah they've just gone to the
club.  They'll be gone most of the evening!"  David McDonnell who had
expectantly picked up the 'phone felt his thick staff hardening in his
jeans.  He had walked his mother's friend home several nights ago after she
and his mam had enjoyed a few bottles of wine.  When they had reached the
corner of Berniece's street she had lunged and, thinking she was about to
fall, he had grabbed her.  But he soon found out this was no mere drunken
mishap, she had meant for this to happen.  She grabbed his crotch eagerly
and rubbed him through his jeans.  He responded by kissing her and grabbing
a feel of her well-formed tits.  "David, I've wanted you for years now!
I've watched you grow from a naughty boy to a gorgeous, spunky man!  Kiss
me and feel me up you darling hunk!" she said breathlessly.  "No!  I can't
Mrs. Stables," he stammered.  "Why not? Am I not good enough for you?" she
asked, a tone of upset in her voice.  "No its not that, but someone might
see us, I'd love to kiss you and lick your pussy and even fuck you, if
you'd want me to!" he stated.  "Yes! Yes, oh yes I want you to kiss me and
feel me and tongue my hot snatch, oh" she trailed off as she continued to
rub him over the thinning denim of his Levi's and work his mouth with her
own.  "Come to my house on Saturday, Dennis and Dewi will be going to the
club and you know that Nigel is going to Scotland." She begged.  "Sure, erm
I mean, like whatever you want Mrs. Stables!"  "No, no, none of that, I'm
Berniece now David" she giggled drunkenly.  She turned and cupped his face
and brought her mouth to his.  Her kiss was so deep, so passionate it made
David's knees tremble.  "I'll 'phone you!" she shouted as she staggered
down the road.  And she had.

David placed the receiver down in its cradle lifted up his bare arm and
sniffed casually at his left pit.  "S'OK, no need to shower, I bet she
likes the smell of a real man!" he thought to himself.  Nevertheless, he
wandered into the bathroom to give his cock, balls and arse a quick wash.
He tugged on his ample pole for a few minutes and was pleased to feel some
life there.  He sauntered into the room he shared with his brother Mark and
hunted around for some clean underwear.  Finding none of his own he picked
up a pair from his brothers side of the bedroom, he sniffed them and
believed them to be cleaner than those he had been wearing.  He pulled them
up over his meaty legs and enjoyed the feel as they cupped under his balls
and forced his cock to jump. "Fucking hell, she's up for it!" David shouted
to the empty house.  As usual his own mam was working in the club and his
brothers were all gone to watch the match there too.  "Dunkies, gotta find
some dunkies!" he said aloud.  He rooted around in Marks drawer and found a
pack of 12 Durex.  "Just the job" he yelled as he shoved them into the arse
pocket of the jeans he had worn for the previous week and half.  He lifted
the jeans to his face and smelled at the crotch and arse.  God, but he
loved the smell his own sweaty balls and arse left in his clothes.  Tugging
them on, he pulled on a clean white tee-shirt of his brothers, found his
cigarettes and lighter, grabbed his denim jacket and strode out of the
house.

* * * "Are we expecting a big crowd today then?" Leonnie McDonnell asked
her boss Jack O'Hane.  "Nah, just a few of the regulars who couldn't make
it on the trip and maybe one or two of the kids.  Are your lot coming up?"
"Yeah, 'cept our David, he said he had to go out on business!" she laughed.
"Business! That lazy fucker!" Jack teased.  "Anyway once kick off comes
we'll have it quiet for the first half, maybe we can..."  "Hmm, hmm"
Leonnie coughed as Jeremy her youngest came into the bar.  "Hiya mam, ask
Jack if there's any chance of us having a couple of pints?" the boy said to
his mother.  "Well, don't see why not, but don't go making a cunt of
yourself later!" said Jack.  "Cool!" replied the boy and ordered five
pints.  After Jeremy had carried the pints on a tray into the larger room,
Leonnie dropped her hand to Jacks ample crotch and said, "maybe we can
what?"  Jack, who was a good looking hunk with brown eyes and hair and a
cock bulge that Jeff Stryker would be proud of said "well, maybe we can..."
and brought his right hand down and to the underneath of Leonnie's skirt.
He pushed his fingers straight to her crotch and, Leonnie noticed, his cock
stiffened as he realised she had on no panties.  He circled her slightly
damp vulva with his middle finger and gently dipped it in.  Gyrating the
digit slowly Leonnie, who had partially unzipped his jeans, shuddered as he
sank a second finger into her rapidly wettening pussy.  "Maybe we can
finish this!" Jack said.  He removed his fingers from her cunt and brought
them to his face where he smelled them and then slowly lapped at them with
his tongue.  At that moment, Dennis and Dewi walked into the bar.  "Alright
boys?" asked Jack good naturedly as he moved quickly so as to free
Leonnie's hand from his still hard cock.  "Aye, me and the boy are OK" said
Dennis as he chucked his son under the chin.  "Two pints and two chasers
please Leonnie" he asked of the barmaid.  "Coming right up love" she said.
"Wouldn't mind paying a visit there Jack" said Dennis as Leonnie was busily
drawing off two pints.  "Maybe Den, maybe" said Jack mischievously and
winked at the man.  Dennis laughed heartily and, paying for his drinks,
joined his son in the larger room.

* * *

"He fucking served me!" Jeremy said to his friends as he rejoined them with
a tray of drinks.  He was out with his own brothers but had decided to join
his mates and occasional wank buds in a far corner of the room.  There was
Scott O'Hane, Kris Lennox, Gavin Pritchard and Beverley Cooper, Kris'
girlfriend.  "I got some dope for later boys" said Kris.  "And girl" said
Beverley indignantly.  "Sorry, sorry!" said Kris.  "Bloody hash, it just
makes you all go giggly and stupid, count me out!" the girl stated.  "Aw,
come on, it's only a couple of spliffs and besides, it makes us horny too,
remember?"  He argued.  How could she forget.  The first time she had
gotten with Kris was after one of their pot parties down in the woods.  He
was as stoned as a motherfucker but still managed not only to fuck her
twice but also to lick her quim so much that she had come as hard as a
steam train.  What she didn't know was that all the boys had been watching
their show and had wanked furiously on each other's cocks and young Scott
had also sucked them off.  All the kids were fine about Scott being gay and
admitted that it came in handy when there were no girls around!  Scott
dreaded his father finding out though.  They settled into their dark little
corner and quaffed their pints slowly.  Beverley gently placed her had over
Kris' dick and left it there.  She was pleased when she could feel it pulse
gently with expectation.  Little did she know that Kris had placed his hand
over Scott's crotch and was gently tracing patterns over the boys hardening
cock.

* * *

David McDonnell rounded the corner into Berniece Stables street and lit a
cigarette, dragging deeply on his smoke he wondered what the day had in
store for him.  Berniece, who after telephoning David had drawn herself a
hot and relaxing bath, was dressed in a small and very revealing negligee.
She examined herself in the full-length mirror in the hallway.  "Mmm, I
don't look at all bad for a woman of 48" she mused.  She was feeling very
randy at the thought of an afternoon of hot, hard sex.  "I want his cock to
drill me like the slut I am!" she said aloud.  Just then, there was a knock
at the door.  Nervously, she walked the few feet to her front door.  As she
opened it, she was faced with the sight of David casually smoking his fag.
"Alright?" he asked.  "Too fucking right I am!" she said as she grabbed his
arm and pulled him into the house.  Throwing the door shut, she pulled him
into herself and revelled in the intoxicating smell of his cigarette
breath.  He reached around and surveying the goods, cupped her firm arse
cheek.  "Boy are we gonna have some fun!" he stated, an air of lust in his
voice.  He shrugged off his denim jacket and let it drop behind him as
Berniece eagerly clawed his jeans as he thrust his face towards hers.
"Aah, yes!  Kiss me you horny fucker!" she panted.  He now had both hands
around her waist and dropped them both to cup her arse as he ground his
bulging crotch into her dampening mound.

"How do we want this?  Fast and furious or slow and deep?"  "Slow and deep,
please lets take it slow" she answered.  She had undone his jeans as she
continued to suck his face.  She pushed his jeans down, causing his
skivvies to be pulled down at back and the bulge at the front to jump
expectantly.  "Oh, let me see that piece of cock!" she yelled as she
dropped to her knees and eased his pants off him, he wriggled his legs to
hasten the removal of his jeans. As he stepped out of them, he looked down
his own body.  His thick cock stuck out obscenely from his body.  He was
proud of his fuckstick, all 7 inches of it.  His thick, mushroom shaped
helmet, poked out from his foreskin and had a glossy sheen to it.  He noted
that in this position, he could see Berniece's abundant tits as she
appeared to examine his cock.  She cupped his big balls and blew lightly
over his knobhead.  "God that feels good!" he said.  Berniece noted that
his crotch area smelled of a mixture of soap and sweat, an intoxicating
combination!  Just then a small, tear shaped drop of precum formed on his
bell end.

Berniece moved closer and, using her index finger smeared the clear fluid
over his glans.  "Suck me" he rasped, "All in good time" Berniece
admonished as she moved his prick from side to side as she caressed his
bollocks lovingly.  "Spread your legs a little honey and push you dick out"
she asked, keen to oblige David did as he was bid.  Berniece continued her
ministrations to his dick but began to caress the area under his nutsack
with her free hand as she smeared another drop of precum over his now
glistening bell end.  She blew gently upon it once again and moved her
mouth closely to his cock, she teased his piss slit with her tongue and,
just as David thought she was going to engulf his tool, she casually licked
from his glans, down the underside of his shaft to his balls and took his
left nut into her mouth.  Then she moved and swallowed up his right ball.
She continued this alternation for a while.  David, who had been bucking
slowly and holding both hands at the back of Berniece's head moved his hand
down to her shoulders and stooped slightly as he moved the thin straps of
the negligee over her shoulders.  He swept the negligee down her body
exposing her large globes, her nipples protruding lustily.  He pinched both
nipples as Berniece moaned needily.

She removed her mouth from his soaking wet nutsack and looked up into his
eyes.  "You smell and taste fucking wonderful, I like a man who is not too
clean, you dirty little cunt!"  David loved to hear Berniece using such
obscene language and begged her to use more, "please tell me what you want,
talk dirty to me!" he said.  "I want you to spread my legs apart and lap my
cunt for all its worth, I want you to taste my wet pussy and finger fuck my
arse, you filthy fuck!" she said brazenly.  David moved his hands from her
nipples and brought them under her arms and slowly raised her to a standing
position.  He surveyed the scene, there lay a line of discarded clothes in
the hallway and they were midway between the stairs and the kitchen.  As
Berniece gathered herself somewhat, her negligee dropped to the floor.
David whistled as he examined her trimmed twat.  "Mm, Mm!  Gonna have me a
piece of that pie!" he exhaled.  Berniece's neatly trimmed fanny was
glistening with the expectant love juices she had been producing for the
past ten minutes.  "Lets move into the kitchen" he said.  Berniece walked
on in front of David and went to the window to pull the blind closed, "No!"
said David, "makes it more exciting!"  "Very well" Berniece hesitated but
walked back over to David who was gently tugging his big ball bag.  "Lay on
the table and spread your legs for me" David asked.  Berniece did as she
was asked.  As she did so, her cunt came into full view.  "Argh, fucking
hell I want lunch!" David said lewdly.

David moved across to Berniece and taking hold of each ankle pulled her
toward the edge of the table, she shifted so as to give herself a more
comfortable position.  Both legs were splayed apart and her feet were
hanging over the table.  David grabbed hold of his cock and stroked it
slowly, he rubbed his thumb over his cockhead and brought it to his mouth
and tasted his own precum, Berniece said "you nasty little shit!"  David
then grabbed his manmeat and moved toward Berniece, "no!  I want you to eat
me!"  "Hey, this is my show now, just go with it!" he breathed heavily.  He
brought his cock to her twat lips and rubbed it provocatively up and down
her slit.  He did this for some minutes before pushing about an inch of his
dick head into her snatch.  He moved his cock back out of her twat and she
dropped her hand to it and toyed her piss flaps needily.  He strode to the
top of the table and presented his throbbing meat to her, "taste you own
cunt milk!" he said.  Berniece dived onto his cock and licked her own juice
from his rampant knob.  Then, he removed his cock from her mouth and moved
back down to her quim.  He kissed her inner thigh and inhaled deeply the
intoxicating smell of her hot mound.  He placed his thumb at the entrance
of her love canal and dug it into her wetness.  He circled her hole for
minutes and she gasped with pleasure.  This boy had some experience she
thought.  Then he moved his face into her crotch and spat crudely into her
dripping crack.  Using his fingers he spread her pussy lips wide open and
then, with his tongue sticking out in a hard point, he licked her wet
snatch in one stroke from bottom to top.  Then his tongue found her clit
and concentrated on it, back and forth, up and down, round and round.
Licking with his tongue pointed and stiff, it resembled a miniature cock.
He placed the pressure of his hard tongue on her throbbing clit.  Berniece
was mewling softly, "suck me, oh please suck my clit!"  Then an orgasm
began building deep within her, "oh, ah, oh, oh, please, please, please,
please, aahh, yes, yes, yes, YES!"  She flooded his mouth with her sweet
tasting juices and dropped her left hand down to finger herself and taste
herself on her own fingers.  She lapped eagerly at her fingers as they
reached her mouth.

Still shaking violently from her deep and lasting climax, Berniece begged
him to fuck her.  "Not yet!" he exclaimed as he again moved her up on the
table and got her to push her feet on the table and expose her arse.  He
again dropped his head between her legs and moved into her deep, private
hole.  He loved tonguing arseholes and wasn't too fussy on whose they were
either.  "Hold on, you're gonna have the ride of your life!" he said
achingly.  Then he dipped his head in to her arse and began to lick her
from back to front.  Berniece began panting wildly, this boy was the
hottest thing she'd had for years.  Although Dennis was not slouch in the
sex department, he showed only a passing interest in her arse, here David
was proving what a sexual maestro he was.  As he tongued her artfully, her
arse opened up slowly.  He moved into her and leaned the full weight of his
head into her scorching shit chute.  He brought his hand down to his cock
and and was surprised to find a pool of precum on the chair.  He sunk his
finger into his dick snot and brought his hand up to Berniece's mouth where
she greedily lunged for his sweet and salty fingers.  The mixture of precum
and her own cunt juice remnants made her wild with desire.  He brought his
hand slowly from her mouth and introduced it to her open arse.  The
lubrication she had provided with her spit was just what was needed as he
slowly brought one then two fingers to her arsehole.  He fingered it gently
and decided to withdraw his mouth.  He moved over Berniece on the table and
mashed her face wildly as he frenched her, she tasting her own arse and
cunt on him, responded passionately.  He came up for air and stated that he
needed a smoke.  Berniece who was panting wildly said she'd bring them both
a drink.

Berniece got up off the table, her legs were unsteady and she felt like a
teenager.  Glancing at the clock she was aware that this bout of foreplay
had taken more than an hour.  "God, you now how to show a slut a good
time!" she shouted behind her.  David who had lit his cigarette, sat in the
kitchen idly rubbing his cock head.  He reached around and introduced a
finger to his own arse and jerked it back and forth quickly as he moaned
with longing.  Berniece came back with a full bottle of vodka.  "Coke or
lemonade?" she asked, "neat" he replied.  "Hard drinking as well as hard
dicked then?" she questioned teasingly.  She poured two large shots of the
drink and sat down beside him.  "Play with yourself for me" he asked her.
Berniece dutifully opened her legs obscenely and moved her hand over her
moistness.  She flicked her finger over her still engorged clitoris and
shot a finger into her quim eagerly.  An idea was forming in David's mind.
He reached over and ran his thumb over her cunt, "back on the table slut"
he commanded.  Berniece placed her drink down and moved back on to the
table.  Assuming the position she had been in earlier, David asked her to
spread her cunt open.  He moved over her and inhaling deeply on his
cigarette, he blew deeply into her dripping cunt.  He then moved his head
own to her hole and inhaled the smoke from it.  He did this three times.
The feeling of his hot breath on her fanny and the quick exertion of is
inhalations soon had Berniece gasping once more.

David moved around and extinguished his cigarette and took a small sip of
the vodka.  Swishing it around in his mouth he warmed the tingling liquid
in his mouth before moving over Berniece's cunt and dripping the liquor
into her twat.  At first, the introduction of the vodka to her wet hole
smarted, but no sooner had David released the liquid into her than he was
going down on her to retrieve it.  Was there no end to this young man's
talents Berniece thought?  He continued this until his glass was empty.
Berniece's fuck hole was now not only very hot, but tingling slightly and
extremely wet.  David wanked his cock slowly as he moved up to Berniece's
willing hole.  Grasping his hard, hot member he sunk it into Berniece
easily.  Deep into her he went in just one thrust.  "Oh, yes, yes, you hot,
horny fucking stud, yes fuck me!" she shouted.  David was only too willing
to oblige!  He moved slowly at first before he quickened his pace.  In and
out his cock went, he would slam into her and smash his pubic bone into
hers then, withdrawing his cock almost completely, he would move around in
her in circling motions.  He followed this with short, slow movements and
then again began his slamming motion.  Berniece placed her hands on his
waist and pulled him into her.  He kept up this motion for many minutes.
Berniece moved slowly on the table to accommodate his movements and let her
arm fall to the side of David's arse.  "Show my arse what your fingers can
do Berniece" he pleaded as he continued his thrusts.  She immediately moved
her arm around and found his waiting manhole. Slowly she sank her middle
finger into his arse and massaged him.  His pace quickened slightly. Then,
her index finger was introduced and she found his prostate.  Knowing how
sensitive her own husband Dennis was she brushed his prostate only
slightly.  David could feel his cum building deep within his balls and not
wishing to cum just yet he withdrew his cock from her gaping fuck chute.
He went back down to her cunt and opened his mouth to suck hungrily on her
snatch.  Tonguing her clit once again, Berniece came a second time.

David felt as randy and as dirty as he had ever felt, he wanted to do
things with Berniece that he had only ever fantasised about.  He suspected
that Berniece would be only to willing to oblige him.  Berniece casually
reached over and grabbed his hot cock shaft.  His bell end was shiny and
the length of his shaft was slick with her cunt honey.  She picked up her
unfinished glass of vodka and brought it to his cock.  She then dipped is
cock directly into the cold, harsh liquid.  "Fucking hell Berniece!" he
shouted.  The shock of the strong alcohol had caused his cock to lose its
hard on.  "I'm sorry honey, lets see if we can get that back up to full
staff" she demurred.  "Well, there is one thing" he said, "anything just
name it" she answered.  "Well, do you think that you would do to me what I
did to you earlier, to my arse I mean?"  "You really are a naughty, nasty
boy!  Yes, I would love to rim that hot man cunt of yours!" she exclaimed.
David moved across the table and laid on his chest, his arse sticking our
crudely over the edge.  He pulled his own cheeks apart and Berniece peered
into his male fuck chute.  She inhaled deeply and sank down, she spat a
tiny amount of saliva into his arse and preceded to tongue him.  "Mm, yep,
yep, oh, God yes!" he shouted.  Although new to Berniece, the whole seedy
nature of this new found sexual deviation made her want to make him happy.
Berniece had an idea, glancing the vodka bottle she reached across and
grabbed it.  "Hold on stud" she said.  Securing the stopper, she brought
the bottle to David's waiting hole, sucking on the bottle to give it some
lubrication, she introduced the object to his arse.  "Oh, Christ, that's
it, yeah, yeah, argh, ah, oh, God yes" he yelled as she gently fucked him
with the bottle.  The neck of the bottle rubbed against his prostate and
his previously limp cock roared back to life.  "Berniece, do you want my
cum?" "Yes, oh yes, in my fucking mouth!" she responded.  She withdrew the
bottle slowly from his open arse.  She shocked herself by taking the bottle
deep into her mouth and removing every last trace of his arse juice from
it.

He was eagerly fingering his own hole as she spun him around and took his
renewed stiff shaft deep into her throat.  She sunk onto it expertly with
her mouth and opened her throat to accommodate its renewed throbbing
thickness, "Mmn, mmn, unng, argh, unng I'm, I'm argh, I'm gonna fucking
blow ... " he screamed.  Pulling his cock from her mouth she wanked him
quickly as his legs almost buckled.  Thrusting wildly he screamed out "here
it fucking comes" and blasted the first shot of his hot load into her
waiting mouth.  The second volley hit her clean on the left cheek, the
third and forth found their waiting target and the fifth dribbled crudely
over his bell end.  Reaching for Berniece he pulled her toward him as he
licked his own cum from her cheek and dived in for a deep, lingering and
hot French kiss.  They bawdily swapped his cum and sat back.  After they
gathered their composure, they both laughed.  The long, hard laughter of
two lovers.  "You were fucking excellent!" David stated, "you were OK
yourself!" Berniece kidded him.  The walked in to the hallway and retrieved
their clothing.  As Berniece picked up David's Levi's, a 12 pack of condoms
fell out.  "Don't think we'll be needing these!" she exclaimed and pushed
them back into his arse pocket.  Grabbing his hand, she led him upstairs.

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