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Today’s Saturday, an’ I’ve still got the rest of the weekend ahead of me to take it all in.Take what in? Well, if you listen to the rest of it, you’ll learn summat, same as I did, that’s what!Last night, me and me mate Phil went out on the pull. First off, we went to the local, The Crab n’ Cockspur, but there wasn’t any birds there, so after we’d sunk a couple of pints we headed into Town. We don’t go into Town much, coz the beer’s too dear, but I was feelin’ a bit randy, so I thought we could head for Soho to see what we could find. Phil wasn’t too keen about that though, he reckons most of the birds you meet in the pubs there are prossies, an’ I don’t think he’s got the money to pay for it if one of ’em gets ‘er hooks into ‘im.Anyway, it was wet and a bit miserable out our way, so we got the Tube down to Tottenham Court Road, and walked down into Soho from there. When we got there the rain’d more or less stopped, and there was a lot of crumpet out and about in Soho Square. Trouble was, the beer’d made us a bit ‘ungry, so we carried on down to Lisle Street for a Chinese. I prefer Indian meself, but Phil didn’t want his arse catchin’ fire from a Vindaloo, so Chinese it was. As it turned out it was quite good, very fillin’, and after we’d washed it down with a couple of beers we headed back up into Soho again.The rain was startin’ again, so when we got to Old Compton Street we dived into the nearest pub we came too. It was the loudest as well, and packed. Phil asked me if it might be a gay pub coz there was ‘ardly any birds in there, but it was gettin’ awfully late by now, so we pushed our way through to the bar, and just as we got there the barman shouted, “Last Orders!”.’Bugger Me!’ I thought, ‘that was close’.Me guts were startin’ to rumble from all the beer and the food, so I let Phil get ’em in while I went off to find the loo. When I got there I ‘ad a bit of a surprise. I walked in the door and went round the side of the cubicle to get to the piss pots. I could hear someone makin’ funny noises, and when I got round to the cubicle door I found it was open. Inside was two girls, kissin’ each other and gettin’ a bit vocal about it. I thought, ‘what the Fuck are they doin’ ‘ere? This is the men’s bog, not the girls!’So I ‘ad another butchers, and they both looked well fit. The taller one was pretty slim, about my height, ‘ad longish bottle blonde ‘air, nice long legs, and she was wearin’ a sparkly black dress that just covered ‘er bum. The other one was a bit shorter, and looked a bit more curvy. She ‘ad darker wavy ‘air and a tight red dress that almost reached ‘er bum it was that short. Nice pins too!They ‘ad their lips locked and it looked like the short one ‘ad ‘er hand up the other one’s dress and was rubbin’ ‘er up. Neither of ’em took any notice of me, but coz I didn’t want ’em gettin’ frightened I cleared me throat rather loudly as I opened me zipper and pulled me cock out.”Don’t mind me,” I said, and I turned me back on ’em and started pissin’. It all went quiet then, so I guessed they must have been a bit embarrassed and decided to go before I finished, but I was wrong. Just as I started pullin’ me foreskin backwards n’ forwards to get the last drops out, a pair of ‘ands came round and grabbed me Johnson. There was a left hand on me left side and a right hand on me right side.’What the fuck?’ I thought, and I nearly jumped out of me skin. I thought, ‘she must ‘ave fuckin’ long arms if she can reach round both sides at once!’ Turns out it was both of ’em. They’d got behind me, one on each side, then put one arm round each, to grab me prick. It Bostancı Escort felt nice too, and I was a bit horny anyway at the thought of gettin’ some spit in the eye of me old John Thomas tonight. So when they grabbed ‘im ‘ee got a hard-on straight away. Good job I’d stopped pissin’ or I’d have wet the ceilin’, but as it was I just stood there for a moment and wondered what to do next.One of ’em got in close and started nibblin’ me ear and runnin’ her free hand up through me ‘air. Corrrr, that don’ arf get me goin’ that does. She ‘ad me ‘ard as a rock in seconds. While she was doin’ that, ‘er mate tickled me balls and pulled ’em out from me pants, so’s she could rub ‘er fingertips over ’em all nice and gentle. Fuckin’ Hell!I tell you, I felt meself cummin’ in less than a minute, and then I felt me balls tightenin’ up. So I just stood there and let ’em wank me till I splashed the pisser with me spunk and the plug ‘ole was full of yellowy white cum, slowly slidin’ out of sight.”Wanna come with us?” said the tall one, who’d been nibblin’ me ear. Well, you don’t need askin’ twice in a situation like that do you? Is a bear a Catholic? Does the Pope shit in the woods?When I’d finished cummin’ she ran ‘er fingers under me bell end, scooped off the last of me cum, and licked it off ‘er fingers. I was amazed, she was a total stranger, yet ‘ere she was, stickin’ me cum in ‘er gob. When she put it in ‘er mouth she poked ‘er tongue out so I could see it sittin’ there like a little white puddle on ‘er tongue. Then she grinned and swallowed it.”Mmm, not bad tasting,” she said, “have you been eating pineapple?””Why’d you ask?” I said.”Your cum tastes sweet, and pineapple usually makes cum taste sweet. That’s why I asked.””Well, I might’ve ‘ad some pineapple in me dessert at the Chinese, but that couldn’t ‘ave made it sweet already, could it?””Dunno,” she said, “but it’s sweet, and so are you for being so understanding, and letting us play.””Yeah, okay,” I said, “but what you two doin’ in the Gents anyway, don’t the Ladies bogs work?””Course they do, but we’re on the pull for a fit bloke, so when we saw you, and your big dick we thought we’d ask if you want to join us for a party?”  “Oh really? Where’s the party’?” I asked.”We thought we’d like to just have a nice cosy threesome,” she said, then she wiggled me cock and said, “so if you and your floppy friend want to come with us, we’re going home.””Right, an’ where’s that then?” I asked.”Not far, I only live just up in Camden,” said the tall one, “I’ve got a couple of bottles of wine in the fridge, and half a bottle of Bacardi. So what do you say, yes or no?””Well, if it’s near the Tube station then I don’t suppose it’ll wear me shoe leather out too much,” I said, and gave her a great big smile. The thought of two fit and willin’ birds, AND the ‘alf bottle of Bacardi was the clincher. Bugger Phil and ‘is beer, give me some rum any day!So they ‘elped me put me todger back in me keks, then we scarpered out of the bog before anyone else could come in and catch us.It turned out she lives just up from the Tube station at Camden. She’s got a flat there, and she’d met up with the short one this evenin’ not long before they’d met me. It turns out the little ‘un is the taller one’s workmate. ‘er name’s Bryony and when I got a good look at ‘er I could see that she was worth pullin’ on ‘er own. The tall one’s name is Samantha apparently, and she’s Bryony’s boss.So me, Bryony and Sam ‘eaded off up the Northern Line to Camden. When we got there it was packed. I think the pubs round the Lock Bostancı Escort Bayan were just chuckin’ out and there were blokes and birds everywhere. Some of the chicks were a bit Goth, but who cares, there was a real buzz around the place. Everyone was a bit pissed I reckon, and the smell of the onions on the burger n’ hot dog stand on the corner really got me mouth waterin’.We managed to get past the beggars and the drunks that hang around the station entrance, and even managed to duck past the dealers. They was tryin’ to push to anyone passin’, but Sam said she knows ’em and coz she’s local they know ‘er, so they let us pass without any hassle.We got to ‘er gaff in a couple of minutes, and took our shoes off when we went in, coz there was thick pile carpet everywhere, and when we went in ‘er livin’ room, well you could have buggered me sideways, it was immaculate! Turns out she does summat with computers and earns a bloody fortune. She’d need to, to pay for the flat and all the stuff she’s got in it. The furniture looked brand new, and it was all the latest style too, and I tell you I’ve never seen such a big entertainment system in all me life. There was speakers everywhere, and when I asked where she kept the stereo she did summat on ‘er phone and it felt like sound just started oozin’ out the walls.Then she did somethin’ else on ‘er phone and a projector on the ceilin’ started showin’ a porn video on one wall, which was painted all white. Me eyes went out on stalks. There was two blokes fuckin’ another one in more or less life-size, and all in glorious technicolour. What with the sharpness of the picture, and the quality of the sound, it was like we was there with ’em, and just watchin’ like flies on a wall.Now let me say this before we go any further, I’m straight, but when I saw the big pricks on those blokes in the video, I got quite jealous. Not only that, but just watchin’ blokes fuckin’ a tight arse ‘ole between two rounded arse cheeks is enough to give anyone a boner, gay or straight. So we all sat down on ‘er big sofa with some Bacardi and Cokes to watch the action on the wall.’Well!’ I thought, ‘looks like they’re both into gay porn.’ I’d heard other birds say that watching gay porn was what got ’em hot n’ wet, so I s’pose I wasn’t too surprised.Then Sam did summat that really did surprise me, in fact, it shook me rigid. She stood up, lifted up ‘er dress, and there, in ‘er skimpy little knicks was a bloody great prick and balls. She dropped ‘er knicks to the floor so that ‘er tackle flopped out, then she took ‘er growin’ cock in one ‘and sat back down next to me and started strokin’ it till it was fully hard and stuck straight out like a flagpole.I was gobsmacked. She was a bloke! I’d never ‘ave guessed in a million years that this hot, fit lookin’ chick, with the big tits and long blonde ‘air, was really a fella all along. So what about Bryony? Well, she did the same as Sam and stood up, then dropped ‘er thong, and I was relieved to see that she really was a girl. A very hot girl too, with a lovely arse, and little fleshy lips pokin’ out of ‘er shaved quim, that she started pullin’ on and rubbin’ her fingers round as soon as she sat back down.’When in Rome…” I thought, so I put me drink down, stood up, dropped me keks and me pants, then sat back down between the other two and started wankin’ along with ’em.That did it. Sam started strokin’ me with ‘er free hand, and Bryony did the same with ‘er free hand, and I just stopped doin’ anythin’ to me own todger and let ’em get on with it. Instead, Escort Bostancı I tickled Sam’s balls for ‘er, and ran me other hand up and down the inside of Bryony’s thighs. They both started smilin’ and makin’ little noises at that. So did I as it ‘appens, coz Sam and Bryony both know how to give a bloke just what ‘is standin’ prick likes.I s’pose the rum ‘elped, but with all three of us pullin’ and puffin’ like a train, it wasn’t long before I could feel me spunk startin’ to get ready to shoot. I told Sam, in case she didn’t want me cummin’ all over ‘er sofa and expensive deep pile carpet, so she stopped for a second, swung round to get on ‘er knees in front of me, then started pullin’ and suckin’ me into ‘er mouth like a professional.Who knows, p’raps she is when she’s not workin’ with the computers? Anyway, she certainly knew what to do, and this time when I started gettin’ that hot feelin’ you get that goes right up through your body and into your ‘ead just before you cum, I grabbed ‘er by the ears and pulled ‘er head right down onto me prick and shot me load straight down ‘er throat.Bryony was watchin’ this, and when Sam ‘ad finished suckin’ and lickin’ all the cum off me prick, Bryony got down and stuck ‘er ‘ead on Sam’s cock and did the same for ‘er till she came too. It was fun to watch too, coz it just so ‘appened that as she was cummin’ so were the blokes in the video, and it was like hearing it all ‘appening in a sort of distorted stereo while I sat back and enjoyed it.’This is cushty!’ I thought, ‘if I didn’t know Sam was a geezer I’d’ve said she was a girl, and if she wants to suck my dick like that again, then who am I to stop ‘er?’We just sat back then for a while, and watched the action on the video, and the more I watched, the less it felt odd. You know, after a while it occurred to me that we’re all the same really. Just people tryin’ to get a fuck whenever we can. And just coz they all ‘ad dicks ‘an balls instead of tits and cunts, it didn’t matter.I thought to myself, ‘I reckon if I only ‘ad one chance for a fuck, and it was with a bloke instead of a bird, well, they both got arses, and I like fuckin’ girls in the arse, so why not a bloke?’I reckon Sam must have been readin’ me mind, coz just then she told us to get our drinks and follow her into the main bedroom. When we got there she pulled ‘er dress and bra off, and she ‘ad a lovely pair of tits. Big and round, with sticky out nipples. One of ’em was even pierced too, and there’s nothin’ better than playin’ with a bird’s pierced nipples when you’re fuckin’ her.Me todger started to get ‘ard again too, and just then Bryony stripped off and jumped onto the king-sized bed. She’s not all that tall, but in the buff she looked right fit. Lovely big tits with big ‘ard nips, and ‘er arse was a picture. If I’d ‘ad a camera with me I’d ‘ave took a picture of it there and then, coz it was so… so… well, just so fuckable!Sam on the other ‘and looked like a fit athletic bird. Her arse was narrower than Bryony’s, but still a stunner too, and with ‘er small waist, big tits, and long hair brushin’ her nipples, she looked every inch the fittest bird I’d seen all day. So then I threw the rest of me clothes off, and climbed on the bed with the two of ’em. Bryony went down on Sam straight away, and with Bryony suckin’ ‘er prick Sam got me to kneel up near ‘er head so’s she could start givin’ me another blow job. It was nice.I love blow jobs, my ex used to give me one every mornin’, but that’s probably because I used to get a fuckin’ great mornin’ glory whenever I woke up, and she was a cum eatin’ whore. The only reason we broke up was coz she got a promotion in ‘er job and moved away to live in Gloucester, of all places. Fancy leavin’ London to go and live in Gloucester? It don’t appeal to me, but the money they offered ‘er meant she could get ‘er own flat, which she could never afford to do in London.

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