The story itself made me laugh in a few spots. I like it, though you need to decide whether to have it americanised or British 'reruns' is an American term - over here we say repeats. The Murray mint and sh*tting ibts though; funny
Oh my god! What have I done? Lucy thought. She turned her head - which was a gargantuan act in of itself. How much had she drink last night?
Not that much; she remember everything. The man beside her looked sixteen but was ten years older than that. A scrawny dweeb, a bad haircut and thick-rimmed glasses. Damned Yeagerbombs messed her up, yet she still drank them. Nothing like a stimulant and a depressant together to get the party started. Well, if the guys keep on buying...
She couldn't remember his name though. He looked like a heroin addict, and was wearing a pink polo t-shirt. What do you call a cross between a nerd and a chav? she asked herself, a nav? A cherd?
As it turned out, he was a horny little c*nt. It's always the quiet ones.
They were both drunk, of course, and the sex had started in the cab. He had fondled her averagely sized tits, and she'd given him a teasing handjob. The moment the door had shut, their clothes had been discarded and she had gone down on him; then him on her. They did it, on the floor, on the bed, cowgirl, doggy. How many times? Four? Had he not been laid for a year?
Probably not, she thought, seeing his boney ribs poking through his skin like a skeleton wrapped in cling film.
Was he clean? she suddenly asked hersel fin panic.
She wasn't questioning that when shed been the first to cum, with his face between her legs. At least she'd gotten waxed yesterday. That could have been embarrassing.
The final act of the night, at the peak of their drunkenness, involved her sucking his skinny little cock, and swallowing the water cum like a sour shot of cheap hooch. She could still taste it now, salty and bitter, and smelling of a mixture of her own juices and... Chlorine. What the hell was that about? She'd never tasted cum like that before. Was it the alcohol?
She ran to the bathroom to be sick, and with the retching came the realisation that she was naked with dried cum on her tits - she'd made him cum on there at some point, and the dirty animal had licked it off. It was hot at the time but now it made her gag -
The puke was basically fermented alcohol and sugar, and it tasted of the redbull. She looked in the mirror - which was dirty.
She was indeed naked, and even her tits - she had a good rack - looked unpleasant. Down one side was a dried patch of puke, sticky and sweet smelling, and her pussy felt sticky - from the godknows how many cumshots she had in it. She hasn't used protection of course but she did have the implant, so at least she wouldn't have a little sprog out of it all.
She needed a shower badly but not here. She ran out to find her clothes and put them on hurriedly - mostly back to front. She didnt even bother sneaking out. She ran, her shoes in her hand along with her bag (her phone and keys and purse were still in there, luckily). Her feet slapped onthe sharp concrete and she gt the inevitable stares. She didn't realise that was because one of her tits had fallen out of her top - she wore one of those with with huge arm-holes.
It wouldn't be too bad if it wasn't for the puke on her tit still.
Her head throbbed and tears welled in her eyes. It had been fun at the time but not now.
Finally she got home. She hasn't thought of checking the time and did her best to sneak in. She shut the door, catching her top in it as she did so. She pulled off her skirt, as the buckle had broke during her run, and turned.
Her top tore open, exposing her entire body - naked.
She couldn't miss the eyes in front of her.
She looked at the clock - 12:30.
She stared at the people in front of her.
"Gran?!" She shrieked in shock. How could she forget the entire family was round?
New theme: Starjumps
Edited by Mokrie Dela, 06 June 2013 - 10:57 PM.