Pier pressure....
Many years ago, mrs tinpixel and I had a midnight jaunt over to the gothtastic town of Whitby.

The sky was clear, the moon was full and the conversation as we walked down the dark, deserted pier grew increasingly pornographic. Perhaps it was only fitting that by the time we got to the lighthouse my upright cock was ready for action.

After a few minutes of great fellatio, I roughly took the missus from behind, pounding away as best I could as she gasped for more.

It was dark, but I could see her semi-naked silhouette faintly. Seeing her juices glistened on my cock in the moonlight soon pushed me over the edge; for a moment I swear I saw stars as I started to cum...

...and then I could see nothing - nothing but the 1,000,000 watt searchlight of a passing trawler, accompanied by the hoots, jeers and applause of a dozen fishermen - as my cock continued to unload its cargo, quite oblivious to the interruption.

I'm sure there's a joke about sea men in there somewhere.
(tinpixel, Fri 24 Apr 2009, 14:03, 1 reply)

Short and funny
*clicked*
( chart cat has an itch, Tue 28 Apr 2009, 9:46, closed)