Put me right off my stroke.
In the six years since losing the dreaded V plates I have had some interesting experiences.

The one that sticks out was the time I was boffing my ex in her bedroom, while her parents were down the pub.

We were doing the horizontal dance when we heard the front door open. No matter I thought, I am almost done and they are likely to fumble around downstairs for a while. So I give it one or two last toe curling pushes, before I suggest to the former ladyfriend that I use her ample breasts, as a tissue for my man deposit.

She agreed. (dirty bitch, she was) I pulled out, straddled her and started the short job of finishing off.

Here I was straddling a pretty hot lass, member in hand, ready to give her the kind of nut custard blast that would make Peter North blush. When, without making a sound, her mother (ropey is a fair description, 'Christ on a bike, what the fuck is that!' is probably fairer) shot up the stairs burst through the door, to the sight of her 16 year old daughter in the process of getting glazed like a doughnut.

My monstrous Peter North style ejaculation turned into a feeble excuse for a dribble. My orgasm went from a raging ball of thunder that was ready to explode with collosal magnitude, to a deflation of small balloon with a hole in it and my will to live evaporated.

The wind being sucked out of me is a sensation I will never forget.

Im fairly sure we did it again after they had gone to bed though.


Lenth...No I cant, its too easy.
(Gimli son of Gloin., Fri 15 Jun 2007, 12:00, Reply)