New year’s shagathon

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New year’s shagathonAs with all my stories these are truthful recollections of things past, except for the ones which are fantasies (lol) – you choose which you think they are! Names are real in the hope that the people involved will read about themselves and get in touch, (except where because of reasons that should be obvious, it could cause the person to be put in an embarrassing situation)If you enjoy them please give them the thumbs up; if you really like them please comment and if you REALLY like them mail me and I’ll tell you more than I can put here! And if you recognise yourself – get in touchBack in the day, new years eve used to be a big event in the valleys. If you weren’t in the club or pub by 6 then you’d be lucky to get in anywhere. Our circle of friends had grown to such a size it was hard to get tickets to anywhere, for all of us. Also our circle of friends had reached that point where we were not all as close as we once were. Girls bitched about other girls, boys fancied other friends girlfriends, all that sort of trouble.So it was a great weight off when Claire said she’d got us, all, tickets for the con club in the next village down the valley. Some complained it was a club, some it was in the next village, and some because they had nothing else to complain about! But over 25 of us had tickets and were out for New Years Eve.Getting there for 6 we all pilled in. The club was in 4 parts. A huge dance hall out the back, a snooker hall, a large drinkers lounge and a lounge for the ‘ladies’.We started the night in the drinkers lounge and attracted a lot of attention. Firstly because we were not from this village, secondly because we were such a big party and thirdly because most of our girls had made up for a ‘party’!The bar lady suggested we go in the dance hall and get a corner to ourselves, before it was too late, so we did that. We took over two long bench tables.As the night wore on, and more and more people became drunk the stares turned to questions and then in to invites to sit with them on their table.Now make no doubt about it, we were fresh blood, and we didn’t fit in with the normal customers of the con club. Some of us were dressed in biker leathers, and that set off some of the young bloods wanting to prove themselves, and like I mentioned most of the girls in our group were very well made up, which made the local women look distinctly average, or worse.After a bit of entertainment the lights went on for a light supper and for the first time we could actually see the others in the dance hall. Besides the ‘She’s my Wife” types, who held on to their wives arms with vice like grips, there were quite a few solo mum’s out for a good time/husband/first shag of ’97 – which ever came first – it didn’t matter; a lot of MILF’s and a few GILF’s. Yes everyone was there.Sandwiches eaten it seemed that all of our group had been sized up by someone. The lights went out and the band came back on and no sooner than the first song was done over came two women, chatting to some of our boys. Next, over came another and started to talk to one of guys who happened to have his girlfriend with him. Wrong! Soon a bit of a slagging match sets of and the woman goes back over to her friends. canlı bahis şirketleri Our mate then gets it in the neck from his girlfriend for egging her on! And that set the tone for the next hour or two.Some of the guys reckoned they were on to a good thing and copped off over to a different table. Three local lads came over and started a small push and shove where a mate, Wayne, got punched, and had his eye cut. The committee jumped on the trouble and it was over before it started.Wayne got taken off to have his eye seen to and me and two other mates went off to apogees to the committee who were drinking in the front lounge. They laughed it off and said that getting a cut wasn’t what he needed to be worried about, what he needed to be worried about was Ceri, the MILF who took him off to get his cut cleaned up. We asked why,“Why, Why son?” said one of the committee, “if he comes out of there with his trousers still up then he’s gay or dead below the waist, that’s why” and they all laughed.quarter hour later Wayne came back and we all asked him. “Fucking hell lads”, he said, “she was all over me, she had my cock out and was down on me in a flash”. Fuck off, we all said, “No gods honest truth, and she swallowed as well!” One of the committee men came over. “Look lads, she’s fair game, she loves the old cock and you, well you boys are new here, see, so she’s out for you all. Right!”. He looked around and continued, “but between you and me there’s a few other randy bitches here that will milk you dry and I’m not talking just what’s stopping your balls from bashing together – get me?” We looked puzzled, “dew, born yesterday were you? Fuck lads, dip your wicks in some of them and you’ll be up to your elbows with someone’s else bastards before you know it – they are looking for a meal ticket see!”Hell, as New Years goes this was turning out to be a doozy.Wayne continued to tell us about Ceri and how she sucked him off. One of the guys asked where this took place, “out back in the committee room” he said. Now I could see that a few of our number were looking around for Ceri and she was no where to be seen. Some of our girls came over to make sure Wayne was fine and he kept his story to himself.Next to disappear was Tel. I noticed him slink off towards the dance floor when everyone was talking to Wayne. Half hour later he came in, smile as wide as a Cheshire cat. Before we could even ask he just went, “Sure did! And she is fucking great at it an-all, takes it all down, doesn’t waste a bit”. Fuck me, two others get up and are off looking for Ceri, like ferrets.By now some of the girls had noticed that we blokes were being very secretive. Questions came thick and fast and unlike Wayne, Tel said all. So now the girls were watching all the other women with daggers.My girlfriend went off to the toilets, with three others from our group and when they came back they said that in one of the cubicles someone was getting fucked. I asked how they knew this and she said, “well the clue is – Fuck, fuck me – and the bashing sounds”. I asked if they had a look over the cubicle and she said “eww no!” Cant see why you wouldn’t.A bit later the two lads who went off came back, and yeah she canlı bahis done them also. Seems she out the back now sat on the fire escape. “she’s asked us to send out some more” my mate said. I was very tempted and was about to go out there when some young mum came over and asked me to dance. My girlfriend was no where to be seen so I thought why not. We danced close and she asked me if I wanted to come back to her place, and that was the point where my girlfriend turned up. An argument ensued and I thought fuck this I’m out back for a blow job.Nipping out the back Ceri was bent over, hands on the steps and being fucked from behind by yet another from our group. Seems Ceri was true to her word, she was going to do us all. “Hang on love, don’t think he’ll be long” she said, as our mate pumped in and out of her, “blow job or up me cunt, love?” Well there certainly wasn’t any messing with Ceri.I was just about to get out my cock when someone else comes out from our group and tells me that my girlfriend was having a temper fit on the dance floor and I better get back in! Bugger!Going in I could hear women screaming over the band! Fuck this was going to be a nightmare. Getting in between the women was only the start of my trouble. Once parted I had it full noise about dancing with that woman, blah blah. After a lot of wagging fingers from other girls in our group they retreated to a corner of the room to confirm amongst themselves, how terrible we men were – and we are!I went off into the only room that seemed quiet, the ladies lounge, and it was quiet, I was the only person in there. But not for long. In walked the girl who started it all off.“i think you should fuck off”, I said,“look I’m sorry, I just wanted to apologise to you”, she said. she was a looker, if made up badly, but she had a good figure.“Yeah, well you have well and truly fucked up my night” I said“sorry” and she sat besides me“Yeah well not only have you been the cause of my girlfriend giving me grief, I’ve also missed out on Ceri giving me a blow job”Now I have no idea why I told her that, but I did“Ceri was going to suck you off”, she said, “the dirty bitch”“Yeah, so thank you for fuck all” i sort of laughed back.“well”, she said, “well what”“well, I’m not going to suck you, but I’ll give you a wank if you want”And this is where the one eyed monster takes over. Minutes earlier I was in the middle of a blazing row with my girlfriend and now the other woman, the cause of that row was offering to wank me off. So what did I do, I unzipped and told her to get on with it.She pushed the table around a bit, to give us a bit of cover, should anyone come in! Like they’d not notice! And she started to wank me.“would you have really let Ceri suck you off?” she asked“Of course I would” I said, “I love women sucking me off – I’ll let you”“No” she quickly said, “I don’t like it”“Well then keep on wanking me” I demanded“But you have a girlfriend” she added,“and you are wanking me, and making a good job of it to”“so you”, she hesitated now,“you what?”, I asked“you fuck other girls behind your girlfriends back?”“You want me to fuck you?” I asked.I have no idea why I was so rude, so direct. I think it was the excitement bahis siteleri of being wanked off in a strange club, heaps of people around, knowing anyone could come in at any point, my girlfriend even, and having someone new wank me.“do you like men to go down on you? I’ll go down on you, stick my tongue inside you” I said“would you? Really?”“of course I would, who wouldn’t?”, I just knew this was new to her, so I continued “what about up your arse, have you ever had that before?”“yeah”But I knew she was lying. she continued and I thought I ought to tell her I was about to cum but didn’t. “fuck you didn’t last long” she said, and that was quite a putdown wether she meant it to be or not, “well you did such a good job, want to lick it up?”she recoiled away,“No, told you, I don;t like it”, she said“well if i was fucking you on a regular basis I’d be wanting to fuck your mouth and arse”“I only came to say sorry” she said and she got up and left.Tucking myself in I went back to the dance hall. A mate came up to me, “Mate where the fuck have you been? your misses is going off on one big time”. As he leaned forward speaking in my ear I could see the girls in the corner all starring at me. Then my mate said, “fuck where you outside with that Ceri, you stink of spunk, you better go wash your cock before you speak to your misses”I did indeed stink of cum, as there was a big dollop of the stuff on my jeans from my very recent hand job. So in the gents I washed/wiped it off. There was a lot of noise from one of the cubicles and climbing up on the toilet of the other I managed to peak over the top. Fuck me another of our group was fucking one of the GILF’s. He had her bent over, her hands pushed out on the wall, legs as far apart as she could get them and he was banging away. It was actually quite a sexy sight. We were on a roll. Wayne, Tel, Me, Richie, big Di, to name a few and now Nige.I went back out and had my ear chewed off for going missing. The next hour flew by as the drink had taken full effect of everyone. There was so much shagging going on it was unbelievable. Ceri had become insatiable and even some of the local lads were out back having some. One of the lads found two locals at it in the woman’s lounge, and every time one of the girls came back from the loo they’d have a story of someone getting fucked in the cubicles.But the best was at midnight. Claire had been missing for goodness knows how long, because in all honesty none of us had noticed she’d gone. The band stopped, the lights came on and everyone went to the dance floor, and held hands i a big circle.Opposite us were another group of locals and one woman seemed to be missing her husband. We did the old langs syne and they were looking over at us all the time. As soon as it stopped she came over and asked something of some of the girls and stormed off to the ladies. Then there was an almighty shouting session and out comes her husband, trousers around his ankles and his wife screaming and shouting at him. We all burst out laughing and one of the other women came over and said that we better get in there as he was shagging one of our group!Seems that’s where Claire was. As we were singing in the new year, Claire was shagging it in! and now a cat fight was going on. She’d ripped off Claire’s top and was going for gold. some of our girls went in and rescued her. Needless to say things came to a rapid end once Claire was out and we all left, en-mass.By far the best new years in a long time!

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