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Linda Brandy-Drinker
MF Humor, Oral, Anal, Alchohol

By Tigran P (palmer@witty.com)

This story is copyright 2005 by Tigran P (palmer@witty.com)

Date  2005-02-03


As sure as my name is Richard son of Wilfred you will find me on
a Friday at the local bar, this is no idle pastime but a ritual
which stretches back as far as memory serves.  I must impart upon
you dear reader the confession that I am a man of the pint; in
short, I like my beer.

Not any old beer you must comprehend, such beer as I do get
flirty with must come with the heady accompaniment of good
company.

And `twas on Friday night last when I made the acquaintance of
one Linda, her second name I shall give only as being
Brandy-Drinker.  I sort of knew her as she was the divorced wife
of a casual acquaintance of mine, a mother of three as I
remembered and this particular evening she was out on the town in
the company of a friend who during the course of the last hour or
so had become somewhat involved and preoccupied with the
unexpected appearance of her boyfriend.

To cut a long story short the friend was going off with her
boyfriend leaving Linda with me; before they toddled off she bade
me to make sure that Linda got home alright.  Somewhere a voice
did utter "No problem" and the voice I did recognize as being
familiar, it sounded a great deal like my own.

She and her follicle challenged pseudo-youth departed, their gait
resembling that of a couple trying to make their way back to
their cabin in a force nine gale on a ferry, the pitch and roll
of the floor careering them from their chosen plotted course.

In these enlightened times the hostelries in these parts do not
eject until just after midnight.  And so come the bewitching hour
many and varied were the calls of Would You Please Finish Your
Drinks.

At this juncture I was more or less pretty well oiled having gone
just a little over the top in the beer department and you know
how these things are, it came back to me this promise that I
would make sure that this dark-haired damsel would be safely seen
off towards her own part of the city.

So, being a moosh who takes these things more or less deadly
seriously, I felt that it was incumbent upon me to make good on
my pledge to see that Linda was waved off in a taxi towards
yonder suburbia.

Although considerable difficulty was encountered in negotiating
the stairs and fellow revelers leaving the bar it took us less
than fifteen minutes to reach the taxi rank which lay at a
distance of some 200 yards.

The queue was enormous and the lack of taxis evident. Linda,
giving up the struggle to remain standing plonked down and
balanced on a conveniently placed council-provided bin.  I
continued to speak of this and that, but was looking forward to
getting home and indulging in a little light snoozing.

"Where are you going" She asked with one of those tones that
warns a guy that there is a rejoinder coming unless he was damn
careful.

"Me?" I tried to ignore the question

"Yeah you."

"Oh I was just thinking of gong off and having a coffee, you
know, after you head off in the taxi" My chant "It was not going
to happen. It was not going to happen."  Even as I eyed her
beautifully curved ass.

(A dream, a swirling fog all around as she wiggled her tanned
legs and smiled back at me "How is it back there?" Just fine,
just fine. )


"I want to go to a party."  This from a girl who hit had to be
said looked as if she had already been to a party.

"I know of no parties. Party? What party? Don't you have to get
back? Don't you have a babysitter"

"No babysitter."

"No Babysitter?"

"No babysitter.  Can leave the oldest one in charge. She is quite
good."

"Really?"  Now I am all for equality for the sexes and that sort
of thing, but I was more than a little concerned about this,
three children back at home, most likely staring out of the
window waiting for their mother to return home.

"I'll come for a coffee with you then."  She said and in one fell
sort of swoop I suppose you would call it, she grabbed me by the
hand and detaching herself from her bin she was up.

She would brook no argument and we made our way along the street
to the late night café where many revelers were already engaged
in acts of unashamed cappuccino slurping.

I had black she had a cappuccino. Now I do not know what the
exact word is, but there must be one which describes the feeling
that there was something going on the air and you just can't
quite put your finger on it.  I would have used that word here,
but as it escapes me at present you'll just have to do with the
above to be going on with.


Coffee finished I said I would get her a taxi, this easier said
than done I might add at that time on a Friday night / Saturday
morning.  I suggested the best plan would be to jolly well head
off not back to the taxi rank but to begin to walk along the
road.  Pick one of the black of the species up as we were going
so to speak.

We walked along the road waiting for a taxi to appear, when I saw
one in the distance I said something to the effect that there was
one, and wasn't that a lot simpler than dogging it back to the
rank.


I then uttered one of the most stupid things I have said in a
long time.  Perhaps it was the beer, perhaps it was something
else.


"But I think I will have a goodnight kiss first."

She embraced me and our lips met, her mouth was, as I said,
exceptionally attractive, lovely lips and so forth.  The kiss was
not the most memorable in my life but it served its purpose well
enough.

"Do you still want to go to a party?"

As soon as I had said it I regretted the utterance.


"Yes."  She said and kissed me again on the lips, this time with
the added complication of tongue.  I put my hands on her firm and
lovely ass and the temptation was too much for me.  It went
against everything that I thought I believed in, I was taking a
girl home from the pub.

"Okay, we can go to my place."  I said, mid-kiss, still exploring
that exceptionally well crafted ass of hers.

"Good."  She said, smiling a sort of fourteen gin and tonic
smile.

I hailed the taxi, she did appear to be a little drunk when we
entered the back of the cab.  Sitting in the back worrying more
than I had in some considerable time I passed most of the journey
in silence except for one or two words to the driver.

As I unlocked the flat she passed in with the minimum of noise or
fuss and we were standing in my hall, illuminated only by the
light coming out of the lounge.


I asked her to come in and take off her coat. She took it off
with only a minimum of difficulty in the coordination department,
handed the thing over, picked up her little bag and then asked to
go to the bathroom. I showed her where it was and asked her what
she would like to drink, to which she replied "Have you got any
brandy?" and I said yes.

Far be it from me to conjecture what she was getting up to in
there as I fished out the brandy bottle and poured an admittedly
stiff one, I can only guess that maybe she was making her self
sick, brushing her hair or having a pee, re-applying her make-up
or lipstick, I know not but when she returned to the lounge and
settled down on the couch at my side she looked refreshed and
pleased at the brandy I handed to her. "Thanks, nice place." She
said.

In next to no time or what seemed next to no time the lights were
down low, and a well known album was on the stereo.

What transpired next was, although fuelled by drink, beyond my
wildest dreams, I will try and explain, hoping I don't miss out
on any of the more crucial points.

A kissing session of unparalleled intensity did ensue upon that
sofa, with tongues a-darting merrily, our hands exploring each
others bodies although not intimately at first.

Feeling my excitement grow as I cupped her breasts, she
facilitated my further enjoyment of our intimacy by helping me to
undo her blouse and then her bra giving me excellent and
unfettered access to her warm fleshy heavy globes.  The nipple
did grow exponentially under my caresses and at once I lowered my
head in order to impart in true erotic fashion a series of full
lipped kisses and tongued ministrations upon her exposed breasts
as she chanted in some alien tongue known as "Ah. Yes."

The trophies now on display were of the highest quality, her
excitement rose with each alternate suck of her nipples and my
hands slipped between her legs which opened in the most
provocative manner.  I gained very great pleasure from the
explorations of the contours of her thighs and her aforementioned
wonderfully tight ass.

Could I really be doing this with the wife of an acquaintance
however casual?  The answer was evidently in the affirmative.
"You could have any woman you wanted" She remarked to which I
assured her that this was most definitely not the case.

Feigning a need for a cigarette I cooled off my nipple sucking
and giving her all of my attention with my eyes I fetched a
smoke, a joint I had prepared earlier and not a cigarette from
the repository by the mantelpiece. As I stood regarding her she
joined me, with my one free hand I was able to gently squeeze the
firm small round curves of her ass.

Noticing the strange olfactory stimulation she enquired as to the
nature of the noxious weed I was now inhaling I replied that it
was cannabis, a pleasure I have long been partial to having
picked up the habit when I was a hippie child.

Although I counseled her against the practice she was set upon
joining me in the inhalation of the illegal weed, and passing the
duchy from the left hand side she did inhale like a true
professional, no cough or splutter or tear emanating unbidden
from glassy eye I could detect.

`Twas a pleasant sight that met my rapidly reddening eyeballs,
her standing proud like a queen of long ago, her tits out for
this particular lad, an inviting smile upon her full lips.  I
said as much too and she thanked me most merrily leaning back to
more effectively display her fleshy pleasure globes.

I remarked with uncharacteristic frankness due in part no doubt
to the heady mix of ale and weed, that `twas my hope that she
would notice by the tell tale contours upon my trousers that her
pose was having the effect of producing an involuntary swelling
of some considerable intensity in my jeans.

She replied that she had indeed noticed the bulge and that unless
I had some reason for denying her curiosity that she was intent
on exploring the swelling just as soon as we had finished off the
smoke.

The condition met, I facilitated her explorations by moving
myself to the sofa while she sank to her knees onto the carpet. 
Linda then exhibited considerable skill and deft hand and eye
co-ordination to undo my belt than unbutton my jeans in something
approaching record time.  Of course I helped as best I could as
she slipped them down and off of my legs, relishing the touch of
her fingers on my flesh.

Next came the tent-like boxer shorts which were removed with much
greater ease than my jeans and I sat excited and expectant as she
eyed my now exposed member which was standing to attention.

She smiled a somewhat overly wicked smile reminiscent of a Betty
Davis movie; her hand went delicately around my hardness and
announced that she was excited at seeing such a beautiful cock.

She remarked that she hoped that it should taste as sweet as it
looked in her hand; she was a master of heightening enjoyment by
degrees as her fingers were now playing a merry dance on my
member which was excited beyond words at her digital attentions.

She asked enquiringly whether I loved to have my cock sucked, I
replied in the affirmative, she further enquired whether I had a
liking for my cock being licked, I conceded that I found nothing
more pleasurable. She informed me that she had a passion for sex
with her wet lips, I voiced my approval of her passion as best I
could although I freely admit that I was somewhat distracted by
the continuing motion of her fingers pumping blood into my
throbbing member.  I was extremely excited and commented that my
favorite words were wet lips.

All at once, perhaps alerted to my anticipation and wishing to
alleviate the same, she rose up slightly on her knees, smiled
sexily at me, pursing her lips and told me they were very wet
indeed and then, and then...

She moved with a grace born of great femininity and her head
gently descended and I felt the first soft touchdown of her full
and exceptionally wet lips gently brushing against the head of my
most sensitive organ.  I voiced my approval by use of a
frequently employed oath "Fuck." I said.  The descent of her head
and most importantly her lips had by no means reached its
ultimate conclusion, wishing however to appear as sexy as
possible she first imparted her tongue swirling around the tip as
a prelude to introducing my throbbing cock into her wet and deep
mouth.  The sensitivity of my member was such that I experienced
a huge rush of mind blowing pleasure as Linda, this wanton Friday
night imbiber now sucked and slurped over my cock with such
abandon and depth of penetration that I gained the distinct
impression that she had some considerable experience of this
activity.  More than any other factor it was the depth of the
introduction that impressed me most, sure I love to be blown and
to a man such as myself there is no greater feeling than the very
first time any woman begins to suck my cock, a result for sure. 
This however was truly exceptional, professional, fantastic,
wonderful, brilliant, sensual and utterly unexpected.

My head swam in pleasurable depths as she worked her big full
lips and dripping wet mouth on me, teasing me with every
tantalizing lick and slurp.  From a slow start her speed had
increased and her mouth and hand co-ordination.  I moaned and I
groaned but thankfully there was no respite, she would not take
pity on me and cease even for a second her fabulous oral
onslaught.

When she had informed me, just over an hour before, that she
wanted to go to a party and I had declined, I can only say that
she ought to have at least mentioned that she had special talents
such as this.

You know that in some far flung fashion weekly they really ought
to promote the idea of badges for girls in bars. You know the
sort of thing "Great Tits" or "Wonderful legs." "Not on a first
date." Or "No beauty but at least I swallow".  Had this been the
case then Linda would surely have adorned her bosom with the
rejoinder "Blow Job Expert."

As impressed as I was with her oral ministrations a little devil
was speaking to me in my head, speaking to me, pleading with me.

Presently Linda switched her position to sitting beside me on the
sofa so that she could lean over and take my cock from the side.
This she informed me was because she could take me even deeper
into her mouth.  Such was the case in reality, as she rammed her
lips right to the end of my cock and pressed them tightly against
my belly, the entire length of my cock was now in her mouth and
throat.

Again and again she played variations on this theme as I built up
like some sort of intense sexual pressure cooker being tested to
the very limits of its specification.  I felt under her tits and
belly for the entry to her tight black leather trousers, I
accomplished this task with no great difficulty other than a
slight distraction from the perfectly natural desire to buck my
hips and empty the contents of my steamingly tight packed balls
into her mouth.

The trousers fell open but were far too well fitted for me to be
able to gain tactile access with my fingers.  I wanted to touch
her everywhere, I wanted to feel her pussy lips, her pussy
tunnel, her mid pussy and deep in her pussy with my fingers and I
wanted her ass, oh god how I wanted to fuck this girl up her
incredible ass.

It was just about then that Linda stopped off from having me in
her mouth just about long enough to enquire whether I was going
to come, and that if so then I should feel perfectly free to do
so.  Having been brought up the right way I was pretty familiar
with the etiquette in these sorts of situations, it was customary
for the man when he heard something along these lines to seek
confirmation as to the exact location of the cumming.  So I put
it as delicately as I could and asked straight out if she meant I
could cum in her mouth.

Her reply was as if from heaven itself and clarified the
situation beyond any doubt that I may have had, her exact words
to me - and I remember them distinctly as they really did make a
fairly large impression at the time were "Of course you can, you
can give me a real mouthful to swallow. That's the point of a
blow job isn't it?"

It was an offer that I could not refuse and I indicated that if
she would like to resume the feast of slurping on my cock that I
would fill her mouth without much further ado.

As I felt the liquid passing along the shaft my cock stiffened in
her liquid mouth, Linda, feeling the first eruption flooding in
to her oral orifice gave a long satisfied moan of welcome to the
cum pumping from the cock and pushed down on the cock so that the
end passed over into he throat and so that the cum could flow
directly towards her tummy.  She then pulled up and then at the
apogee of her ascent with my cock almost removed from her lips,
she rammed down once again on my cock like a piston disappearing
into the void and deep throated me.  This process she repeated in
synchronized duet with the contractions from my cock, and each
contraction and depth defying plunge into her mouth was
accompanied by a further brain blowing spurt of seed carrying
cum.

I screamed in pleasure, my head swam, my brain did double back
somersaults of ecstatic pleasure, my hips involuntarily buckled,
and I let out a series of earthy  exclamations which tried to
impart my pleasure and the appreciation at her unparalleled
aptitude at having a cock fire off in the depths of her fabulous
mouth.

As the fires began to dim slightly I was left luxuriating in a
state of deep physical and mental sensual and erotic overload, I
felt as if I had been sucked out of existence and only reformed
after having each and every molecule in my body inspected and
injected with a pleasure inducing elixir.  It was the best blow
job in history.

Linda, as she pulled off the cock with a last pucker of her
soakingly wet (if that is a word) and shiny wet lips turned to me
and then blew me a kiss and allowed a long steady dribble of the
residue of my cum to trickle from the sides of her mouth and run
down over her chin.  She then opened her mouth wide and extended
her tongue to show me that not much remained, then, she swallowed
while closing her eyes as if she was making sure she got the very
last drop of some life giving fluid and licked her lips in
womanly satisfaction.  What a fucking blow job babe she was.



Some time later, I asked her to show me her body and especially
her stupendously attractive ass


Her long tanned legs, her g-string on the floor beside me I was
privy to a wonderfully wanton display of ass wiggling from my
leggy partner, my hands explored her buttocks, gently running my
fingers over them to impart a delicate tickling sensation.  I
loved the delicate beautifully soft tanned skin of her inner
thigh and the tight youthful feel of her stupendously attractive
ass.

Having ascertained from her frenzied ass wiggling that the lady
was in no way antagonistic to my explorations, I proceeded to
stage two of my plan to fuck her stupendously attractive ass.  I
introduced my long and searching finger some way between her legs
and did covert excitedly with her clit, I then by way of
indicating my pleasure at touching her began a series of low
throaty moans that could only be taken as indicative of my
tactile pleasure as my finger paddled, waded, now swam, now
treaded water in her moistness.  I increased both the frequency
and the tone of my vocal accompaniment as I slid the finger to
her anus and rolled the digit head wildly around her hole. 
Noting my considerable excitement the lady of the piece, turned
towards me and noting my bleary eyes stare she rolled her eyelids
down and extended her tongue outwards, the length f the extension
was commendable and was on its zenith or whatever he word is when
she let out a series of sounds produced as if by a Bonsai
foghorn, of an aspirated ah of such volume and power that it left
me quite stunned.  She wiggled hard and in one fell motion I
found that my finger had disappeared to the second knuckle into
her anus.  At this she widened her knees to facilitate my
explorations and in an announcement of uncommon eroticism she
duly informed me that `I was a fucking sexy bugger.' I enquired
in a round about sort of way whether the fuck was on in that I
elucidated that I enjoyed touching her there, it was I said
extremely sexy, and then tagged onto the end whether she objected
to my hedonistic digital explorations.  She replied that if I
were turned on, that was good enough for her.

Knowing the rough etiquette in matters such as these I continued
my verbal assault on her telling the good lady that she had
perhaps the most beautiful and fuckable ass I had ever seen and
that since several hours before I had held it as a standing
ambition to give her one, should she be sex goddess enough to
entertain such a penetration.

She informed me in no uncertain terms that she was a lady who
considered herself to be a sex goddess of unparalleled
adventurousness and would therefore comply willingly and actively
with my stated desire to fuck her arse off.

As I have indicated earlier in this narrative I found the lady to
be a beauty in possession of a small, compact, fleshy, smooth and
unquestionably sexy set of buttocks and a beautifully formed ass.
 And seeing the same and hearing the words that she had just
uttered I immediately found that my member, although recently
spilled was as hard as a rock.

She facilitated my entry by turning her buttocks towards me and
splaying herself on all fours her ass wiggling high in the air
she arched her back and reversed into position ready to be taken.
 I pressed my hardness against her hole and her ass yielded to
the prodding, the end disappeared from view and just as my
pole-like rod passed into her anal passage she let out a
breathless exclamation indicating an affirmative response to my
burying my cock into her arse.  She was some girl.

Presently under the spell of the feeling of my cock and the
delight of her heavenly body beneath me I told her that she had
the most beautiful arse in the world.  The most succulent cheeks
and the tightest passage, she duly thanked me for the compliment
and implored me to avail myself of her passage to dump another
load of cum ...

As I pumped and plunged the sweet depths of her bowels I could
feel the merry dance my heart was playing as my excitement and
arousal turned this into a fuck and a half.  I made no
announcement that I was on the brink of boiling over, but when it
happened I buried my cock as deeply into her bowels as possible
and pumped about a gallon of cum into her.

Afterwards as we sat on the sofa sharing a further joint and
sipping cold beer, I enquired whether she was partial to a bit of
anal on a regular basis or had this night been somewhat unusual.
My question gave vent to her view that men like women who gave
them what they wanted in bed, and she liked men, and in my case
she knew that I wanted to have her arse and that was enough for
her.  She sweetly added in forthright fashion that she looked
forward to the next time I took her up the arse.

Although I had not envisioned her staying the night within twenty
minutes we had shared a toothbrush and retired to the warmth of
my bed where she embraced me naked and we both fell off into a
dreamy sleep.


In the morning I woke feeling refreshed and made the stupendously
attractively assed Linda breakfast in bed, after which she bade
me to rejoin her once more under the covers.  Acceding to her
invitation we had a further spring crunching session of straight
pussy sex suitably aided by my hand caressing her clit all the
while to which she was rewarded with a brace of fine climaxes
before I once again emptied the contents of my balls into her
fabulously moist pussy.  She informed me that she had taken note
that I had now had her in every way and that she was in no way
disappointed with the way things had turned out after we had left
the hostelry the previous evening.

Once dressed, she remarked that she would feel somewhat self
conscious in leaving my flat attired as she was, so I duly
offered her a lift. Within the hour I had dropped her off at the
end of her road after a merry dance was played upon our tongues
and she had passed me a piece of paper with both her telephone
number and her address upon it.

She asked me with expectation whether I would like to see her
again and I answered honestly that I should like nothing better.
I added a small caveat-like condition in that my desire to see
her would indeed be heightened were she to wear tight leather
trousers.  Hearing this, she advanced to me the knowledge that
she had several pairs of leather trousers that she felt would be
of interest to me and that she would be delighted to display them
for me should I so desire.  When she alighted from my vehicle I
watched her make her way briskly along the street in the
direction - I presumed - of her house and the three waiting
children.  I tarried in my departure because I was once again
taken by the sight of her very long legs and those magnificent
buttocks vacuum packed in the soft shiny leather trousers.   This
addition sight brought to my recollection just how wonderfully
sexy this wench was.  I resolved in that moment to make every
effort to arrange a further meeting with her at the earliest
possible juncture.  I had shagged her, I had been blown to
kingdom cum by her and of course, I had as she put it, shagged
her arse off, and I was hooked, at least enough for a second
round.




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