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One thing was for sure. I would need a bigger dildo. My girlfriend would never say who fucked me first. She said: “You’re not sure if it was Brett, are you? Neither am I…it was so dark. Besides, I was off to the side also being fucked.” “By Brett?” I asked. She just smiled. Brett was such a bastard but I loved him. Someday I would find out if it was his…the huge first cock I mean. I would remember the size of it…I couldn’t wait to find out. The Pub Wall…what a surprise, Part I I was a sweet young thing, recently married and with a small child who mainly stayed with my Mom while I was at work…hubby often gone for weeks, sometimes a month, as he made a good living supporting us…I was too young to have a child, cumshot in my mind…I was just barely 21, full of hormones, didn’t want more children…one was enough…joy but burden along therewith…you know what I mean. Days at home, no husband, boredom, a job was the thing and my Mom loved caring for the youngster. I was a good girl but often horny. I once told the nurse, who asked if I had any problems, that I got really doggystyle wet down there. She just laughed and left me in the examination room to ruminate what was so funny about the question. So prim and proper but got wet easily and pregnant and now with a youngster. I got a job. Wouldn’t you? A little walking around money and something to do…people to meet, like, shall I say, Johnnie. We sold, or rather, rented TV’s and computers and things…pay as you go but have them now…for people with little credit…Johnnie would walk me home sometimes and flatter me along the way…”Do you know how people look at you?” No, I didn’t, but he would tell me…how my long auburn hair was gorgeous…how I made men turn around and pov look at my hair and legs and my ass…how I was “hot.” And so, working days would pass and the walks home were more fun than work. One night he told me he’d buy me a drink on the way home…I arranged for child to be with Mom overnight…that day I wore a shorter skirt than usual…combed my hair until it really shined…we were going to a pub…have a drink and then he would, as usual, walk me home but what a surprise was in store for me that night along the low wall outside the pub. Oh, I knew Johnnie was just a flattering young bloke who meant no harm…I was a married woman with a young child. But he knew hubby was gone for periods…I guess he knew about hormones and young girls…he could never guess how I blowjob got so wet at times…how I made that nurse laugh Hardcore with my question…and the other girls at work saw him paying attention to me and would tell me things: “Watch out for Johnnie,” they would giggle, “walking you home is just the start of things.” I didn’t know what the “things” were…he was nice to me. I would find out about “things” and “low Pub walls” that night. All I could think of that day was the “after work” part…it was a Friday…a weekend ahead…and I would be paid on Friday…so finally it was that time and Johnnie and I walked from the office to the pub…it was early Fall…a warm evening and the crickets were mad in their celebration…we sat at a table and he brought a pint of lager and a glass of white wine for me…it was things about work and the people we worked with and the wine was warm going down…I didn’t know why I was nervous but I surely was. Johnnie told me of his wife and how she never had time for him…how they argued a lot and then he began to talk about sex and how he got no sex at home and went on about his wife and she didn’t like “fucking” and that was a startling word for me. Men didn’t talk about “fucking” when they talked to me…but the word was exciting to me…I felt myself getting wet. It was so very strange that just a man using that word could make me wet…my skin was warm…my whole body was warm…Johnnie brought me another glass of wine to go with his pint and continued on about his wife and, then that word again: “fucking” and if it was the wine or the word or how he looked at me or when I noticed some men at the bar looking at me…I shivered…I pressed my legs together…wrong thing to do just then…I was wet and squeezing my legs sent me more shivers…so I swallowed some wine and felt a little dizzy about it all…this man, those men at the bar, squeezing my legs, getting that thrill…my hubby gone now several weeks…I wished he was home tonight…I’d tell him to “fuck me.” I wouldn’t say it out loud…I was a good girl…but I’d surely whisper it in his ear when he gave me a hug. “I was talking to you,” Johnnie said, “you seemed to not be listening.” “I was,” I lied, “I was just looking at the men at the bar. They’re staring at us.” “They’re not staring at us,” Johnnie said, “they’re staring at you…You’re really pretty.” I know I blushed. When he slipped out of the bathroom in a towel he was greeted with the sight of food on the coffee table and a naked Nina who seemed to be coming down from a personal session. I looked back at blowjob him. I found the doggystyle amount I needed and entered the booth. "Sounds like a plan to me. Think you could get her to join us Jim? "Amnesia is expensive. We got our things out while the rest rearranged themselves with the newly vacated spots. We walked around pov weaving our way through all the bodies. Or a man and a woman? Now... kneel down between my legs. “Remember the rules Riley, you will speak only if I address you with a question and you will Hardcore answer cumshot my questions with a direct response.