What a Way to spend Hogmanay
Well, I got fucked six times that afternoon, and took a couple of mouthfuls of spunk down my throat, and got squirted on my face twice and once on my belly button, I don't know why – it's quite an ordinary belly button, I don't think it's anything special and I've not got a fat tummy or anything, but there you are: Nowt so Queer as Folk! Jimmy says that quite a lot, though I didn't know that then, cos I hadn't met him yet, and though I'd meet him that night, I wasn't going to set eyes on him till the morning of New Year's Day!
     Anyway, he still wasn’t there when we got back to the cottage and I stunk of spunk and wanted to go for a shower, but Martin had other ideas. He got me to lie on my back on the bed and hang my head backwards over the side. He supported it in the right position and then proceeded to fuck my
 

throat. Now this was one of his favourites and he'd taught me to do it just the way he liked it, which was basically, I did nothing except let my tongue stretch out towards my bottom front teeth, which were now on top and help his cock slide past them and straight down my throat. The first few times we tried it, I got the gag reflex and he had to withdraw in case I vomited. But with a bit of practice, I got the hang of it, and him supporting my head in just the right position really helped. You would think I wouldn't be able to breathe, but the air coming through my nose managed to get down to my lungs ok and I'm still here to tell the tale. I think he'd got the idea from Deep Throat with Linda Lovelace, which I hadn't seen but he was able to instruct me ok.
     After that, and with quite a lot of cum mixed up in my See You Next Tuesday – well, not actually there but right up wherever it goes – he got me to lie on my back and spread my legs wide and holding my ankles he shagged me as hard as he could and of course, my mussels had been well stretched all afternoon, so I wasn't giving him any resistance, but he seemed to like me being awash and well used. Anyway, after he had cum for the second time in me, he got down between my legs again and probed with his nose and tongue and then sucked out absolutely loads and swallowed the lot. He was a funny Man, My Martin.
     Then he did let me have a shower and we actually had it together and he soaped and washed me all over and slid his soapy fingers up my See You Next Tuesday and my Bum and wiggled them about till I squealed and crossed my knees and me laughed and by then his cock was up like a Flag Pole and being all soapy and me too it slid right easily up my bum and he held me backwards against him and squeezed my little diddies and fucked my slow and sweetly and then squirted a big load right up me.
     After we were dried and wrapped up in pyjamas and dressing gowns we snuggled in the sofa and watched the Hogmanay programmes and he kissed me deep at midnight and wished me a Happy New Year and I tried to swallow his tongue, but he managed to pull it out despite my tight jaw clamp! We went to bed, too tired and shagged out to do anything but snuggle up, with me behind him, holding his cock and balls, and fell asleep.
     I was in a deep dream and must have been rolling about, because I felt Martin pull down my pyjama bottoms and slide his finger with some KY Jelly, around and up my Bum. I tried to tell him that was silly because I was already all dlippery with his cum, but my face was muffled by my fluffy dressing gown. And when his cock slid stiff as a poker up me, I started to wriggle, because he felt really urgent and I knew I was going to get a proper fucking, even though I knew it was all a dream, one of those dreams that seems to be real.



   

And next thing I'd been rolled onto my front, and my knees were under me so my bottom was raised and I was getting this huge fucking and it seemed as if Martin was sliding underneath me as well, and then another cock was sliding into my See You Next Tuesday and I was being simultaneously fucked front and back by one Man, it was absolutely Awesome – I don’t mean that it was the best fuck ever, but it was the most impossible, and I even felt the Martin on top of me holding my diddies and the Martin beneath me holding my bum cheeks and I was thinking I must ask him in the morning how he did that, when I felt the one above me sucking my ear and sticking his tongue in it and then, when everything stopped, and we froze like statues, except for three hearts beating and three pairs of lungs
breathing, the two Martins came at exactly the same time, because of course it was a dream and there was only One Martin, and the top one whispered in my ear: “As it happens, I'm Jimmy, he's Martin and you must be Teri, and it's been a pleasure to Fuck you, sweetheart!"