George and Lyn
written by:
Lyn

Thanks to Jo for her editing and writing skills. Her flair for erotic writing made this a far better tale, not better than it was, but better than I could have written it myself.

Thanks, love. L xx ------------------------------------------------------------------------ --------

I'm going to be stuck in Glasgow, stationed at the Marriott Hotel, most weekdays, for months :-( I'm kept really busy in the day, and into the early evening, but all work and no play makes Lyn a dull girl. One cold Monday night I was in the hotel restaurant dining on my own. I'd even taken to eating alone in my room before, such is the stigma. Anyway, I thought I'd better force myself to go out, even if it was only downstairs.

I was having my soup when the word cock a leekie came flying into my head , just as the most gorgeous Scotsman clanked by, complete with kilt and dirk and the socks and sporran, and the little jacket and all the works, and hairy legs.

Nice legs, but very hairy, very black hair.

He was tall and dark and slim and subtly unshaven looking, that kind of blue look, as if five minutes after shaving he'd look like that again.

I had a little daydream/fantasy then, in this fantasy he and I were all cosied up by a big fire, out of sight of the bar, plenty to drink I guess, and he had his hand up my dress, under the table, playing with my pussy, and I had my hand up his kilt, playing with his cock too. I felt myself blush.

Then he came back past me again, he was really really tall, I noticed on the second pass, well over six foot, and broad across the shoulders. The trouble with kilts is you get to see a bit of leg but very hard to tell if the guy has a nice bum or not. You know what I mean girls ?

The most intriguing thing about him was that he didn't even look at me. Now Elle McPherson I'm not, but I'm okay - and I'd expect to get a second glance, however disinterested he was.

Disappointed, I reverted back to my fantasy, and taking a big glug of red wine, I had us on a sheepskin rug, in front of a big log fire, him with his kilt up round his waist, and my dress up round mine and me sitting on him, gently rutting. He's rock hard inside me, and I'm playing with his nips and hairy chest.

I was getting quite horny, and I was thinking of going up to my room to explore my fantasy further, when:

"ExCyoose Me, miss," I nearly jumped out of my skin, his gorgeousness was looming over me as I nibbled my pate "H Hello" was all I could say. "TherRe's only yew eaTing in herRe, is the fUd really bad?" he said, in the nicest accent. I was getting weak at the knees at the accent! "No, it's okay....typical hotel food" I said "Oh, okay....I was thinking of eating" he went on. If it was a chat up, it was the most ....well...useless one I'd had for a long long time. He half turned away, and his kilt kind of followed. "Would you mind if I joined you?" he asked, more boldly. "ohh, I see ya werking" he glanced at some papers I had with me. "No, It's okay, I can do this later" I said and indicated him to sit down. He sat there quietly, perusing the menu. "Would you like a drink?" he offered "No it's okay, thanks, but I've got one here" I indicated my half bottle of house red, (all I could claim for) "Och, cem on have a prRoper drink!" he roared, quietly. I left him to it and he ordered two single malts, some obscure and expensive brand which some little man distills, in his welly boot, or whatever.

When the drinks came, he was ordering his starter. These two whiskies, delivered with a little jug of spring water, were huge, and smelt like a distillery, caught downwind of lavender and heather. (Poetic , eh?) Drinking it was like being caressed from the inside, and being very very gently hit over the head with a shovel. I felt the lights dim. That was okay, though, because they had really dimmed them.

So, we sat and ate, he had a huge steak, I had fish, and after about an hour nursing these fire waters, he ordered two more.

The conversation got better, as the whisky flowed, he was shy but sweet, and charming. George, his name was, not the most inspiring of names, but certainly the most inspiring of dark brown eyes. He was only 26, so most of ten years younger than me, he was this huge guy but I still felt a little bit in control, because of this. He came from money but worked hard on his own farm, most of the time. As we finished our desserts he invited me into the bar for another drink. My head was a little swimmy, so I had a coke, but afterwards I'd got a taste for it, so I had a third whisky. I was a bit anaesthetised , then, when he started to get a bit cheeky and a bit rude. He was touching my knee a lot.

"Are those stockings?" he asked, smiling.

"Mmm" I said "I can't stand tights. I just find them more comfortable"

"I like them" he said.

"Maybe you should buy a pair" I laughed "look nice with the kilt!"

"Och, we'RRe not allowed to wearRR anything bat the socks, nothing at all, it's tRradishION, you see"

"Is that true, then?"

"You're very inquisitive ! Why'd ye WENT to KNOW? How wud you react if I started asking you what YOU were wearing?"

"You have."

"Oh.....aye. I've not asked you if you've got any knikrs on though, have I?"

"No. Not yet, and yes, of course I have, a thong, dark blue if you're interested. Gossard I think. Shiny".

(half an hour passed)

"Okay" I said "I'm going to ask you a cheeky question now, if you get.....excited.....aroused ....in a kilt, what happens?"

"Och well the cold air, usually keeps things under contrRol, like, and you have to appRreciate this thing is like nine yards long, and it wHeighs a tUN, it kinda grabs yourR legs so it doesn't really matter what you have on underneath, also any rebellions kinda get crushed, y see, but I suppose in exTReme circumstances I cud put some RRocks in my SpoRRan"

I could not stop giggling at this.

Then about half an hour into the conversation later, he went quiet and started to go a bit red, I thought at first it was the whisky, but then I saw his embarrassment.

"What?" I asked

"I'm sorry" he spluttered "I was just thinking about you in your thong, I couldn't help it, and oof, have you got any Rrroocks with you?"

I went red too, I felt my face burn. I looked away, coyly, well - genuinely embarrassed - a bit like the woman in the ad where the footballer wants to get in her bath. I was full of whisky however, and another instinct was strongly calling me to have a little look.

He was uncomfortably shifting on his seat, in the end, I looked back towards him, and looked back to his face, then my eyes skipped down for a millisecond, and discovered the mystery of the levitating sporran. It had raised up fully three or four inches. I gasped slightly and looked away again, blushing like a schoolgirl, but my fascination won out, and I slowly looked back , and openly looked down at it this time.

"Doornt StaiRR it's making it worsSSe" he hissed.

"It's not my fault. You're just rude" I said, smugly.

"Could you get my coat, it's on that coatRrack there"

"You get it" I teased

I gave in, and went and got his coat for him. I was very flushed , partly from the whisky and partly from his hard on, and a bit unsteady on my feet. We left the bar together, him carrying the coat discreetly in front of him. We took the lift, and found both our rooms were on the fifth floor, so he walked me to my room, and , things having calmed down, down below, I assume, we kissed each other goodnight, on the cheek, and went to leave, and then both together turned back to each other for another kiss, this time, brief, urgent and on the lips.

We still left each other at my door though.

It turned out he was only there for two days, and the following night would be his last.

I went back to my room, alone, and showered. I'd gone straight to the restaurant, from work. After my shower, I lay on the bed, and masturbated, thinking of George. It was electric, not literally, but it was some of the best sex I've had, with myself anyway. I was thinking about him, and how dark and hairy he was, and I started thinking how he'd feel if when he undressed me I had a shaved puss, and how sensational we would look, my smoothness against his hairiness, and I had to make myself come, thinking about this, and him going down on me, and then I physically got on all fours, and imagining him behind me, I fucked myself with my fingers, and made myself come again. I was lying in a sweaty drunk heap now, on the top of my bed, and crawled in and went to sleep. I decided that if I still felt the same the next evening, I'd shave, and if I did that, I'd have to go for it George-wise, because it would be a waste otherwise, and damned itchy. Though... Nicole would like it, probably, but she was what? 500 miles away.

The next day I had a slight thudding head and a dry mouth, but I got though the day, with my lurid little daydreams stealing my attention away several times during meetings. I didn't know his surname or his room number, so I was going to have to rely on luck, I thought, to meet him again.

The luck was soon in coming, as I came through reception dragging a trolley laden up with briefcase and laptop, and an overhead projector and my hair all over the place, I'd been caught in a high wind. I looked a sight, and there was George, immaculate in rugby shirt and jeans talking to a (beautiful) receptionist on the front desk. I thought for a moment he was checking out, but as I passed, he was asking about laundry, or something. She was laughing a lot. I kind of shuffled by. I think he was just checking out the receptionist. "Hey, it's you isn't it?" he called to me, and came rushing over. "Look, I'm sorry about last night, I'd been at a dinner since 12 noon, I'd hed an awful lot to drink, I behaved terRibly, I'm sorry" "You were just bit cheeky. God! You'd been drinking for nine hours? I thought you were sober when we met!" "Och, I'm awful sorry anyway, how about I buy you dinner? Meet you in the bar about eight?" "Er, okay, we'll go dutch, but I'll have dinner with you. Can we go out , though? Curry or something?" "Aye, Haggis madras, lovely" "They don't!?" "Er.. nor. They don't. I do know a place though, nice wee place, I'll take you later, meet at eight o'clock? In the bar?" "Yeah, okay" I said "I'll look forward to it"

I went up to my room and put the shower on, it was 6.45 PM, and it takes me 45 minutes to do my hair, so I was on a tight schedule. I stripped and got in the shower. Again, I was thinking of shaving my puss for him. I was still thinking that if I did, I'd have to seduce him, that's if he didn't jump on me. ( We already knew he fancied me!! ) The itching just would not be worth it otherwise!! I stood there in the shower for a few minutes, my heart was pounding already. I washed and scrubbed , then I took a towel and my shaving foam, and my ladyshave and some immac out into the bedroom. I laid the towel out on the bed and lay on it, in front of the big mirror, and spread my legs. I fingered myself a little and foamed my pubes. I carefully shaved away at my little bush, and soon it was gone, then very carefully I did the sides, getting most of the hairs out with the razor, and then finishing off with the Immac. I nipped back in the shower, to rinse, and came back out to admire my handiwork. This was only the second time in my life I'd been fully shaved like this and the first time it was kind of an accident, and not for a stranger either! (See the close shave.)

As I stood in front of the mirror there was barely an inch of, um.... slit, visible, when I had my legs together. I dried my hair with my drier, and sat on the edge of the bed. I gradually opened my legs to look at myself. "God" I thought "that looks so horny". I think I was able to see me as a man would, or another girl, bi girl, I suppose, and I imagined George looking at me, and I had to put my drier down as my fingers made their way down there again. Watching myself in the mirror, I spread the lips out, and slipped a finger inside, and then started masturbating again, I realised how late it was getting , though, and stopped, leaving myself trembling on the brink of an orgasm.

Getting dressed, I had a look at myself in my g string in the mirror, I looked pretty sleek, I wondered if you could tell I was shaved with the g string on, I decided you'd suspect so! I pulled it to one side to see how it looked, and it looked, really really sexy. If it had been someone else's I'd have been straight down there with my tong out. If I was double jointed, I'd have been down there anyway!

Needless to say I was late for eight. I dressed casual, very tight, very faded jeans, ankle boots with high heels, socks, and a black g string and bra, and one of those tops which leaves your shoulders bare, so my bra straps were showing. My hair was a bit of a mess, but I looked pretty cool, I think. My bum looked great in the jeans, I thought, even though I say so myself!

George was already in the bar when I got down there, I thought for a minute he'd been there since I went up , but he had a different shirt on. His jeans were sooo tight, they fitted him - you know - I think a size bigger would have been too big - but they did rather cling, around his... bum and at the front too. I snuck a look at the bulge, and it was a bulge. Lordy. It looked like he'd got a pound of sausages down there. And I was hungry too! I was feeling very naughty. We had quick drink at the bar, and then headed out to a little pub he knew for a drink or two before our curry, at a place in Sauchiehall Street which is apparently famous. We went in this tiny little pub full of people and George insisted I try this beer, there were different sorts, 40 shilling, and 60 shilling, and that sort of thing, the higher the shilling , the stronger the beer. I don't like beer, not even lager, really, but this was rather nice, nutty and smooth and didn't taste strong at all. It had a very subtle effect. He was dreamy, the beer was strong, and my belly very empty. If I had a problem it was that he was dead against smoking, so I didn't smoke, I never even told him I did smoke. I was nervous which made me want to smoke, and I couldn't, so I'm sure I drank more because of it.

He was very funny, he told me lots of stories about chasing sheep and the little village near his farm, and the lengths some of the locals went to to meet girls. Somehow this conversation led to us talking about masturbation, and I somehow ended up telling him I did it once or twice a day on average. He was shocked, and said he hardly ever did, and in another conversation he let slip he hadn't had a girlfriend for eighteen months or so. Piecing this together I was starting to feel he was probably as horny as I was.

Time flew, it was ten o clock and I wanted my curry. The restaurant was a bit basic, but the food was good, and we had some lager to wash it down. I had a hot one, so I needed some. We left there about midnight, and headed back to our hotel, which was a good walk, about a mile and half or more, the walking and the cold air had sent all the beer to my head. Halfway back we saw a cab and hailed it. We kissed in the taxi, the first proper one, his big tong in my mouth. He tasted of beer and whisky, and I sucked on his tongue, running my hands through his hair. He was a lot calmer than I was, at least I thought he was until my hand dropped into his lap, because the .. well.... you know they say men dress a certain side, well he dressed to the right it seems, his right, so his cock was lying facing away from me, but where my hand brushed it, it was reaching the other side of his body, and it wasn't like hard - hard, a semi maybe. I was creaming my pants! But, I was hoping he wasn't going to be huge and uncomfortable al a Sven, really. Our George had mentioned his size 13 feet earlier. The warning signs were there! This was of course, assuming he hadn't a wife and kids and he wasn't about to be racked with guilt. I nearly snatched my hand away, but being brave - and drunk - I gently slid the palm of my hand over it and gave it a little squeeze instead as I kissed him. He seemed quite shocked.

The taxi drew up outside the Marriott, we fumbled for money, he couldn't get his hand in his pocket ! In the foyer he asked if I wanted another drink, I said no and we got in the lift, once inside, he grabbed me and pulled me against him - he was against the wall - and kissed me again. He grabbed my bum in his big hands and squeezed it, I rubbed my leg up and down his. I felt his hardness against my belly. The lift stopped and so did we, and we were rearranging ourselves as we got out of the lift. I looked back as he followed me down the corridor, and caught a glimpse of his jeans again, that bulge had grown bigger.

We got to my room, and we hovered,

"Can I come to your room?" I asked

"Aye..aye" he said. His voice had got really "guttural". I had my reasons for wanting to go to his, I'm not giving the plot away, but part of it was my room stank of smoke.

He walked on and now I followed him, sneaking a look at his bum in his tight jeans.

He got his card key out and let us in. It was really tidy, but I saw his kilt hanging up , in the wardrobe type space just inside the door. He grabbed me again and kissed me, this time he moved onto my bare shoulders, and kissed them. I shivered. He led me toward the bed and sat down, and I climbed onto his lap, shoving my little tong in his mouth again. He pulled my top up from the waist and I moved to let him take it off. Then he went for my bra clasp, but I stopped him:

"Go and put your kilt on!" I said

"What?" he said

"Go on" I grinned "hammer me"

"The shirrt and evVrything?"

"No, just the kilt is fine"

He want off to the bathroom with his kilt. I caught a glimpse of his bare bum through the door, but nothing else. Nice bum, really toned. And I knew he'd taken his pants off, of course. He came back in about five minutes later. There was a definite tent in the the kilt, but I didn't comment as I got him to sit down on the bed. He was bare chested, and bare legged. Nothing on but the kilt. Absolutely gorgeous bod, muscly but not bulky with it - lean. I knelt on the floor and stroked his hairy chest, and half stood up to kiss him again. He tied to get me to sit on his lap again, but I resisted. I knelt slightly to the side of him and ran my hand up his shin, I looked at him intently, he looked excited and nervous. He had his knees apart, so the kilt lay across his lap like an apron, but without the sporran counter balance, you could clearly see where his cock was. I don't want you to think I'm usually this bold, but please bear in mind I was very drunk and very horny at the time, and this guy was an absolute darling. My little hand continued , stroking up his thigh, up and up, but not that far up cos they were hanging down, was the biggest, hairiest pair of balls I've ever not-come across. They were like peaches in size. I chickened out for a moment, and went back to stroking this thigh, but the cock was coming up like a crane.

"God!" I said, biting my lower lip, in a coy sort of way, and I started to lift his heavy kilt up onto his thighs, where it was all tangled up with his cock, which was sticking straight up by now. George was groaning, and seemed very uncomfortable. I felt his hand on my back then, though and he undid my bra, I let him this time, and I shrugged the straps off my shoulders. My nipples were really hard, his big hands held my little boobs and squeezed them gently, I moaned. My hand was now under his kilt, holding his big balls, they felt really heavy too, really full. I still hadn't got to see his cock though, so with a determined effort I pulled the kilt up over the top and pulled it up onto his lower chest. I gave a gasp as this great big hairy cock sprang up towards me. My eyes watered, I don't know if it was emotion, or I was anticipating the size of this thing inside me. To be honest it wasn't as big as Sven's or that black guy's but it was still massive, and the thickest blackest hair all round it and the huge balls underneath made it look even more ..er imposing. I called it Ben Nevis. I took the balls in one hand, and the shaft in the other, I could have done with two hands on each. I felt the length up and down and gave it a little wank, I couldn't close my hand round it. It seemed broad! He groaned, and getting a bit bolder, I leaned over and took the head straight into my mouth and licked him. I dug my tongue into the sensitive bit, you know, where the foreskin joins on. He groaned more, and stretched his toes out. I wanted to lick his balls, but "Can I take this fekking thing off noo" he grunted. I moved off him to allow him to get the kilt off. A few seconds later it was on the floor, and I was on my knees. His cock flapping comically in front of him, I made a move to take it back into my mouth, but he grabbed me and sat me on the bed . "Come here" he said getting me laid out on there. He was soon sucking my nipples and taking the whole of my little boobs into his mouth, it felt like. I was moaning, digging my fingers into his scalp. Then his hand was on the button of my jeans, opening the zip. I wanted to keep my pussy as a surprise, so I took over and pulled my jeans off and my boots and socks with them. I landed back on my back beside him, he leaned over me and began kissing me again, I lay there, kissing him back, and I gently wrapped my fingers round his shaft again, it was really hard, and he was shivering at my touch. Then, his big hand was on my thigh, moving up, and he cupped my pussy, the "mound" in his hand. I groaned a bit, and wanked his big cock gently. Then, his fingertips were moving over the crotch, feeling my wetness, digging into the opening, then he felt where the pubes. would have been, and then he felt again. Then he stopped kissing me and looked down. We both looked down, then as he pulled the nearest side of the g string down, down and down it came, very slowly, the other side kind of caught on my hip bone, so he reached over over and pulled that down too. The top had passed where you would expect my pubes. to start, but he saw it was just smooth skin, and as we both looked down at me, we could see the little opening, the little slit. "Occh my god" he groaned, as he pulled the g string down my legs and I kicked it off. His cock, still in my hand was bigger than ever, and even harder, I wanted to suck it some more but he had other ideas "Och my fecking god" he said again. He moved down the bed , down me, and gently pulled my knees apart, he seemed to want to lift my legs right up, but I don't like being in that position, really, so I just opened my legs. for him as wide as they would go. His face was down there in my crotch, having a good look, I think , then I felt him kiss me there, on the shaved bit, that was nice, it felt ....... very naked there, I could feel his breath on me, then he started licking up the outside, outside the outer lips, where my leg joins! That tickled and, then he slipped the end of his big tongue actually inside me, and I shivered, then he got his thumbs and spread me all open, and then he just went down on me, eating me - literally! Oh god it was heaven. Normally I lie back and think of England, but with George I sat up slightly and just watched his tongue dipping in and out, just under the little hood bit. I was just going "oh OH" louder and louder. I stroked my tummy, sensually, above his face. JB interjection: Where does this fine feller rate in your top 5 /10 whatever tonguesmen? LJ: That's sexist. Tonguespersons! Nicole top, then in no order, Sven I guess, sleazebag that he is, Derek...... the Spanish waitress.... Varden......that's about it. I'm not madly into it, generally.

I was thinking Nicole would have loved to watch this, and then have us both afterwards. Oh, I should mention for my avid readers, that my Nicole has been missing me a lot while I've been up here in Scotland, and she's been comfort eating (cakes not girls) and drinking a lot of wine. She's put on about a stone, but , jammy get, it's all in the right places, most of it on her boobs and bum, and just a little belly. I think she looks fantastic.

Anyway..... George looked up at me, "Play with yer tits for me" he said. I grinned, and I blushed - I don't know why I should blush! - gathered my little boobs up in my hands, and gave them a good playing with, pulling my nipples gently. He watched me - men are so visual - and I saw him having a little wank down there of his own. I wanted it in me, and now, and not chucking up all over his hand, and I was wondering about how much he was going to come, he'd felt so heavy. It certainly made me think about where I wanted him to come, if there was going to be gallons, not in my mouth, that's for sure.

"mmMM That's enough" I hissed "That's enough now" he seemed disappointed, I did my best to make him happy again. "I want you to make love to me" I whispered.

Then came the mad scrabble for condoms. I doubted I had any and if I did have any floating around in the bottom of my bag they were probably out of date and even if not they were hardly likely to fit the Loch Ness monster here. George said he didn't have any, for sure. We were then faced with the prospect of one of us going to reception to get some, or to find a machine. Why the hell didn't I get some, when I knew damn well I was going for it. I find time to shave my fanny but I don't think about condoms. Silly bitch.

I was still lying there in my back, shaved fanny, stark naked, legs akimbo and absolutely gagging for it!

"I'll gor darn to the desk", said George, gallantly. I sighed. Unless I lay there and masturbated I'd go off the boil by the time he came back, and if I started while he was there, I think he'd stay and watch, and we'd get nowhere, so I asked him "Look, are you safe? Be honest, hand on heart" "I've not had a vasectomy or anything, but as regarRds diseases or what have you - 100% safe, yes, HONestly" "Okay, I believe I'm safe, too, and I'm on the pill. Do you want to do it without?" "(Cough) Okay, yes, you sure?" I think it had grown a little bit bigger, it seemed to curve back towards him slightly. "That's an awfully big cock" I said quietly as he moved towards me with it in his fist. I was starting to get a bit nervous about it. I was afraid I'd clam up , so partly to help and partly cos it looked rude I just reached down under my bum and pulled my pussy open for him. He was gently pulling his foreskin back with his thumb as he moved in, it looked very red and angry at the end. Gripping it halfway down he placed the head right - well by my bum actually, and he pushed a bit, I reached down and placed my hand under it - boy it was heavy! - and lifted it up to the right place, and pushed the exposed knob just inside myself, just an inch or so initially. We both gasped. He let go and let me hold it.

"GoRd it's hot in there" he blurted out. I gasped again, he felt hot and sticky to me, too. I was looking up at his face, then I looked down at where our bodies joined , again. The big hairy brute was just inside me, my little pussy looked fragile and delicate - like a little flower - ahhh - with this big fat cock sticking in it, well... mostly out of it. It looked very big and brutal against my soft pale skin. I pulled him a couple of inches further in. My little slit looked very pushed apart now! I just breathed to him "push. Just a little bit" He did, he slipped in another three inches or so, there were maybe a couple left! It was very broad, and had a big ridge up the underside. My previous biggest, well still the biggest -Sven/Thorsten was a big lump of a cock, George was more textured ! Not using a condom increased my pleasure from him too, of course. Gradually his hips started to rock gently, his big balls were swinging loosely, then we kissed, and my view was blocked by his big beautiful face, his eyes closed in pleasure. My fingers stayed where they had been to feel the cock slipping in and out with my fingertips. I was dripping wet, and he was telling me how beautiful I felt. "God, you've got a goRRGeuss little peSSy" it sounded like, I was just going "Oh" "OH" a lot. I hadn't been far off when we started and I felt the beginnings of my familiar tremble building up. I think if I hadn't masturbated earlier I'd have come already, I think. I was hanging on to his neck and kissing him as I came, really slobbering all over him. I hope he liked it! I wouldn't. I lost it altogether, then. I'd got my one arm crooked round his neck grunting "I'm fucking coming" in his ear! and biting him. The other arm was down there fiddling about, plying with myself, and him. He was sweaty now, we both were, he slowed down to let me recover, put then as I settled back onto the bed, and relaxed my arms, above my head, I felt it coming again, only two or three minutes after the previous time, stronger this time, I grabbed the light fitting, there was no headboard, and I was very vocal this time, I can't remember what I was saying though. My bum was all wet with my come now, and my muscles clenched him hard an an almighty climax. "Ged, you are one fantastic FUCK, LEn" he said through gritted teeth "sorry, I shouldnae have said that" he added. George slowed for me again, and asked me to turn over for him. I asked him to come out of me for a moment. "I like the feeling as it goes in" I said. He did, and knelt there holding his cock, for a moment. It was glistening with my come and where any juice had come out of the head. I wanted to taste him again and before I got into doggy position I grabbed it off him, and kissed and licked the head and then took it into my mouth and sucked him again. He tasted of pussy, my pussy, it was very ertic, to say the least. I looked up at him, with his big cock in my mouth, tonguing and lipping his sensitive bits and sucking on the head. I kept hold if it as I slipped him back out of my mouth. "Are you going to come gallons, when yo come?" I grinned at him, as I asked I massged his big balls

"Och, god, shEt up will ye" he laughed "fucking bend over like I told you" he hauled me into position and spread my legs, his big knob was pushing it's way inside again. It felt even bigger from behind, it felt fucking glorious.

Now I should mention that I know full well, because I read it in a magazine at the dentist, that a man does not make, or carry or whatever any more sperm after a month than he does after a week, and I also know if he nearly comes several times then when he does come he will come loads (but probably be spent then, unless he's a teenager, or mad) but I was fantasizing about all the sperm in those big balls, and imagining there would be loads because he hadn't had sex for ages. Or a wank.

"Are you going to come your load up me? Eh? Come on, give me that cock, GIVE it to me " and all this sort of rubbish.

"Oooh. Yes come on Len, t'HorK DHurty to me. God you've gg got a a goRRgeous ARSE " he pulled my cheeks apart with his big hands, I felt cool air against me.

I had a feel back between my legs and felt his balls, they were up against his body now, pretty much, so I was expecting him to shoot fairly soon now.

"When did you last have a FUCK?" I asked over my shoulder "(Grunt) about 18 bleddy months ago. Jeez!" he went

I was going again, AGAIN! "Give me two minutes! Hang on! " I whispered "Stopcock, Stopcock" he was whispering to himself *

(*he'd trained himself not to come by repeating this word, he said)

I was "Oh" He was "Oh" I was "Oh" He was "Oh" I was "Oh" I came the biggest yet, my hips were trembling in his grip, I could actually feel a trickle down my leg, of my own come He was pulling my arse apart, shoving it further up me. "Go on" I said, "let it go, do it , come on, come - flood me with your hot-"

Oh! Unh! I felt the first spit of hot liquid come out, inside me on his outstroke, and the next one I didn't feel, I think it went straight into my womb ! Then the third I felt again, then I saw a splat of it land on the covers between my legs, and two trickles coming down the insides of my thighs, there were gallons! "Oh god, that's fucking incredible" I sobbed! I think the piston effect and the ahem tight fit was forcing it all back out again. It sounds disgusting I know, in the cold light of day, but at the time I was so horny I was getting handfuls and rubbing it into my thighs and belly and tits I think this was the dirtiest I've ever been with a guy. He slipped out of me and rubbed it between my arse, it was still quite hard and dripping with our combined come I was feeling a bit anal, believe it or not, but I was not having that thing up there, believe you me! "oOOOOoh" I went as he rubbed it there. I turned round and kissed him, our bodies were pressed together, his wet cock pressed against my belly. I held it as we kissed, and then, I was going to suck it, (yes, I was) but a lot of hairs had come adrift and were stuck to his knob Sorry , that's the way it was, this isn't the movies. I gave up on that idea, pre shower, anyway.

We lay down together and were just kissing for the next twenty minutes or so. Then we had a rest, and some wine from his minibar. Then we lay down together and kissed again, and lay and looked at each other, I was playing with his hairy chest, then, he was playing with my breasts. "I'd love to watch you masturbate" he said suddenly "Um, okay, I want to watch you too, then" He smiled and wrapped his big hand round the shaft, it was about half hard anyway. I went to work on my pussy, probing the little slit., slipping a finger inside, this was for show, I don't normally do that. He lay on his back and pumped his big cock, I watched him through half closed eyes, he watched me very very closely, I felt my face burning, blushing again! I wanted about six hands, like Vishnu, I wanted to play with my boobs, and massage his balls, in the end I used one finger on my clit and the other to hold his balls He was tightening up, and I was getting very very turned on. He was starting to breathe more heavily after ten minutes or so, I ran my wet wanking finger round his lips, and then resumed my masturbation, he licked his lips. I leaned over and sucked on his balls for him as he worked the shaft, they were massive! He groaned.

"There's some stuff starting to come out" I said, breathlessly, watching his slot open slightly. "It's p pre come" he stammered "Are you going to come? Can you wait for me?" He said he could and slowed, as I brought myself to a very wet orgasm, with much grunting and caressing of my own tits He waited for me to finish in the end. I was on fire, bright red. "Do you want me to swallow it?" I asked him then He nodded. "I want to see it come out" I said, "and I'll lick it up then" he nodded again dumbly. I lay with my head on his chest looking down at his big cock aimed at my face, his big hand pulling the foreskin back and forth half an inch or so, the red of the inside appearing and disappearing. I felt a little tremble in his legs "You rReady?" he said in a voice like Barry White's grandad I nodded against his chest, the big cock bucked and a jet of hot milky sperm squirted through the air like an arrow across my cheek, I'd seen the eye open and the juice come out, which is what I wanted to see. I slipped forward an opened my mouth, and he come his second load in my mouth, I sucked him and swallowed him. He continued for a few seconds and another trickle made it onto my lips which, I licked off and swallowed. I got up onto my elbow and ran my fingers across my cheek, scraping the sperm up and slipping my fingers into my mouth and sucking them. His cock made a valiant effort to get hard again but a twitch was all it could manage. Once I'd swallowed everything he let me kiss him again.

We showered then, together, I helped him clean it up, and soaped his tight arse and his big balls, I had a great time. He watched me wash all the sperm out of my pussy and swill myself, I would not let many people watch this, but I felt okay with him watching.

We went to bed again, this time to get some sleep. He set his phone before we did, and it went off at 5 am. I thought it was a mistake but no. I felt a big hard cock in my back, between my buttocks and yes he was ready again, and with me on top, I rode it till breakfast time. I came another, yes another FIVE times. What's that ? Eight in all? A mate's record is 13 times. I'm after you girl.

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George and Lyn

Thanks to Jo for her editing and writing skills. Her flair for erotic writing made this a far better tale, not better than it was, but better than I could have written it myself.

Thanks, love. L xx

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I'm going to be stuck in Glasgow, stationed at the Marriott Hotel, most weekdays, for months :-( I'm kept really busy in the day, and into the early evening, but all work and no play makes Lyn a dull girl. One cold Monday night I was in the hotel restaurant dining on my own. I'd even taken to eating alone in my room before, such is the stigma. Anyway, I thought I'd better force myself to go out, even if it was only downstairs.

I was having my soup when the word cock a leekie came flying into my head , just as the most gorgeous Scotsman clanked by, complete with kilt and dirk and the socks and sporran, and the little jacket and all the works, and hairy legs.

Nice legs, but very hairy, very black hair.

He was tall and dark and slim and subtly unshaven looking, that kind of blue look, as if five minutes after shaving he'd look like that again.

I had a little daydream/fantasy then, in this fantasy he and I were all cosied up by a big fire, out of sight of the bar, plenty to drink I guess, and he had his hand up my dress, under the table, playing with my pussy, and I had my hand up his kilt, playing with his cock too. I felt myself blush.

Then he came back past me again, he was really really tall, I noticed on the second pass, well over six foot, and broad across the shoulders. The trouble with kilts is you get to see a bit of leg but very hard to tell if the guy has a nice bum or not. You know what I mean girls ?

The most intriguing thing about him was that he didn't even look at me. Now Elle McPherson I'm not, but I'm okay - and I'd expect to get a second glance, however disinterested he was.

Disappointed, I reverted back to my fantasy, and taking a big glug of red wine, I had us on a sheepskin rug, in front of a big log fire, him with his kilt up round his waist, and my dress up round mine and me sitting on him, gently rutting. He's rock hard inside me, and I'm playing with his nips and hairy chest.

I was getting quite horny, and I was thinking of going up to my room to explore my fantasy further, when:

"ExCyoose Me, miss," I nearly jumped out of my skin, his gorgeousness was looming over me as I nibbled my pate "H Hello" was all I could say. "TherRe's only yew eaTing in herRe, is the fUd really bad?" he said, in the nicest accent. I was getting weak at the knees at the accent! "No, it's okay....typical hotel food" I said "Oh, okay....I was thinking of eating" he went on. If it was a chat up, it was the most ....well...useless one I'd had for a long long time. He half turned away, and his kilt kind of followed. "Would you mind if I joined you?" he asked, more boldly. "ohh, I see ya werking" he glanced at some papers I had with me. "No, It's okay, I can do this later" I said and indicated him to sit down. He sat there quietly, perusing the menu. "Would you like a drink?" he offered "No it's okay, thanks, but I've got one here" I indicated my half bottle of house red, (all I could claim for) "Och, cem on have a prRoper drink!" he roared, quietly. I left him to it and he ordered two single malts, some obscure and expensive brand which some little man distills, in his welly boot, or whatever.

When the drinks came, he was ordering his starter. These two whiskies, delivered with a little jug of spring water, were huge, and smelt like a distillery, caught downwind of lavender and heather. (Poetic , eh?) Drinking it was like being caressed from the inside, and being very very gently hit over the head with a shovel. I felt the lights dim. That was okay, though, because they had really dimmed them.

So, we sat and ate, he had a huge steak, I had fish, and after about an hour nursing these fire waters, he ordered two more.

The conversation got better, as the whisky flowed, he was shy but sweet, and charming. George, his name was, not the most inspiring of names, but certainly the most inspiring of dark brown eyes. He was only 26, so most of ten years younger than me, he was this huge guy but I still felt a little bit in control, because of this. He came from money but worked hard on his own farm, most of the time. As we finished our desserts he invited me into the bar for another drink. My head was a little swimmy, so I had a coke, but afterwards I'd got a taste for it, so I had a third whisky. I was a bit anaesthetised , then, when he started to get a bit cheeky and a bit rude. He was touching my knee a lot.

"Are those stockings?" he asked, smiling.

"Mmm" I said "I can't stand tights. I just find them more comfortable"

"I like them" he said.

"Maybe you should buy a pair" I laughed "look nice with the kilt!"

"Och, we'RRe not allowed to wearRR anything bat the socks, nothing at all, it's tRradishION, you see"

"Is that true, then?"

"You're very inquisitive ! Why'd ye WENT to KNOW? How wud you react if I started asking you what YOU were wearing?"

"You have."

"Oh.....aye. I've not asked you if you've got any knikrs on though, have I?"

"No. Not yet, and yes, of course I have, a thong, dark blue if you're interested. Gossard I think. Shiny".

(half an hour passed)

"Okay" I said "I'm going to ask you a cheeky question now, if you get.....excited.....aroused ....in a kilt, what happens?"

"Och well the cold air, usually keeps things under contrRol, like, and you have to appRreciate this thing is like nine yards long, and it wHeighs a tUN, it kinda grabs yourR legs so it doesn't really matter what you have on underneath, also any rebellions kinda get crushed, y see, but I suppose in exTReme circumstances I cud put some RRocks in my SpoRRan"

I could not stop giggling at this.

Then about half an hour into the conversation later, he went quiet and started to go a bit red, I thought at first it was the whisky, but then I saw his embarrassment.

"What?" I asked

"I'm sorry" he spluttered "I was just thinking about you in your thong, I couldn't help it, and oof, have you got any Rrroocks with you?"

I went red too, I felt my face burn. I looked away, coyly, well - genuinely embarrassed - a bit like the woman in the ad where the footballer wants to get in her bath. I was full of whisky however, and another instinct was strongly calling me to have a little look.

He was uncomfortably shifting on his seat, in the end, I looked back towards him, and looked back to his face, then my eyes skipped down for a millisecond, and discovered the mystery of the levitating sporran. It had raised up fully three or four inches. I gasped slightly and looked away again, blushing like a schoolgirl, but my fascination won out, and I slowly looked back , and openly looked down at it this time.

"Doornt StaiRR it's making it worsSSe" he hissed.

"It's not my fault. You're just rude" I said, smugly.

"Could you get my coat, it's on that coatRrack there"

"You get it" I teased

I gave in, and went and got his coat for him. I was very flushed , partly from the whisky and partly from his hard on, and a bit unsteady on my feet. We left the bar together, him carrying the coat discreetly in front of him. We took the lift, and found both our rooms were on the fifth floor, so he walked me to my room, and , things having calmed down, down below, I assume, we kissed each other goodnight, on the cheek, and went to leave, and then both together turned back to each other for another kiss, this time, brief, urgent and on the lips.

We still left each other at my door though.

It turned out he was only there for two days, and the following night would be his last.

I went back to my room, alone, and showered. I'd gone straight to the restaurant, from work. After my shower, I lay on the bed, and masturbated, thinking of George. It was electric, not literally, but it was some of the best sex I've had, with myself anyway. I was thinking about him, and how dark and hairy he was, and I started thinking how he'd feel if when he undressed me I had a shaved puss, and how sensational we would look, my smoothness against his hairiness, and I had to make myself come, thinking about this, and him going down on me, and then I physically got on all fours, and imagining him behind me, I fucked myself with my fingers, and made myself come again. I was lying in a sweaty drunk heap now, on the top of my bed, and crawled in and went to sleep. I decided that if I still felt the same the next evening, I'd shave, and if I did that, I'd have to go for it George-wise, because it would be a waste otherwise, and damned itchy. Though... Nicole would like it, probably, but she was what? 500 miles away.

The next day I had a slight thudding head and a dry mouth, but I got though the day, with my lurid little daydreams stealing my attention away several times during meetings. I didn't know his surname or his room number, so I was going to have to rely on luck, I thought, to meet him again.

The luck was soon in coming, as I came through reception dragging a trolley laden up with briefcase and laptop, and an overhead projector and my hair all over the place, I'd been caught in a high wind. I looked a sight, and there was George, immaculate in rugby shirt and jeans talking to a (beautiful) receptionist on the front desk. I thought for a moment he was checking out, but as I passed, he was asking about laundry, or something. She was laughing a lot. I kind of shuffled by. I think he was just checking out the receptionist. "Hey, it's you isn't it?" he called to me, and came rushing over. "Look, I'm sorry about last night, I'd been at a dinner since 12 noon, I'd hed an awful lot to drink, I behaved terRibly, I'm sorry" "You were just bit cheeky. God! You'd been drinking for nine hours? I thought you were sober when we met!" "Och, I'm awful sorry anyway, how about I buy you dinner? Meet you in the bar about eight?" "Er, okay, we'll go dutch, but I'll have dinner with you. Can we go out , though? Curry or something?" "Aye, Haggis madras, lovely" "They don't!?" "Er.. nor. They don't. I do know a place though, nice wee place, I'll take you later, meet at eight o'clock? In the bar?" "Yeah, okay" I said "I'll look forward to it"

I went up to my room and put the shower on, it was 6.45 PM, and it takes me 45 minutes to do my hair, so I was on a tight schedule. I stripped and got in the shower. Again, I was thinking of shaving my puss for him. I was still thinking that if I did, I'd have to seduce him, that's if he didn't jump on me. ( We already knew he fancied me!! ) The itching just would not be worth it otherwise!! I stood there in the shower for a few minutes, my heart was pounding already. I washed and scrubbed , then I took a towel and my shaving foam, and my ladyshave and some immac out into the bedroom. I laid the towel out on the bed and lay on it, in front of the big mirror, and spread my legs. I fingered myself a little and foamed my pubes. I carefully shaved away at my little bush, and soon it was gone, then very carefully I did the sides, getting most of the hairs out with the razor, and then finishing off with the Immac. I nipped back in the shower, to rinse, and came back out to admire my handiwork. This was only the second time in my life I'd been fully shaved like this and the first time it was kind of an accident, and not for a stranger either! (See the close shave.)

As I stood in front of the mirror there was barely an inch of, um.... slit, visible, when I had my legs together. I dried my hair with my drier, and sat on the edge of the bed. I gradually opened my legs to look at myself. "God" I thought "that looks so horny". I think I was able to see me as a man would, or another girl, bi girl, I suppose, and I imagined George looking at me, and I had to put my drier down as my fingers made their way down there again. Watching myself in the mirror, I spread the lips out, and slipped a finger inside, and then started masturbating again, I realised how late it was getting , though, and stopped, leaving myself trembling on the brink of an orgasm.

Getting dressed, I had a look at myself in my g string in the mirror, I looked pretty sleek, I wondered if you could tell I was shaved with the g string on, I decided you'd suspect so! I pulled it to one side to see how it looked, and it looked, really really sexy. If it had been someone else's I'd have been straight down there with my tong out. If I was double jointed, I'd have been down there anyway!

Needless to say I was late for eight. I dressed casual, very tight, very faded jeans, ankle boots with high heels, socks, and a black g string and bra, and one of those tops which leaves your shoulders bare, so my bra straps were showing. My hair was a bit of a mess, but I looked pretty cool, I think. My bum looked great in the jeans, I thought, even though I say so myself!

George was already in the bar when I got down there, I thought for a minute he'd been there since I went up , but he had a different shirt on. His jeans were sooo tight, they fitted him - you know - I think a size bigger would have been too big - but they did rather cling, around his... bum and at the front too. I snuck a look at the bulge, and it was a bulge. Lordy. It looked like he'd got a pound of sausages down there. And I was hungry too! I was feeling very naughty. We had quick drink at the bar, and then headed out to a little pub he knew for a drink or two before our curry, at a place in Sauchiehall Street which is apparently famous. We went in this tiny little pub full of people and George insisted I try this beer, there were different sorts, 40 shilling, and 60 shilling, and that sort of thing, the higher the shilling , the stronger the beer. I don't like beer, not even lager, really, but this was rather nice, nutty and smooth and didn't taste strong at all. It had a very subtle effect. He was dreamy, the beer was strong, and my belly very empty. If I had a problem it was that he was dead against smoking, so I didn't smoke, I never even told him I did smoke. I was nervous which made me want to smoke, and I couldn't, so I'm sure I drank more because of it.

He was very funny, he told me lots of stories about chasing sheep and the little village near his farm, and the lengths some of the locals went to to meet girls. Somehow this conversation led to us talking about masturbation, and I somehow ended up telling him I did it once or twice a day on average. He was shocked, and said he hardly ever did, and in another conversation he let slip he hadn't had a girlfriend for eighteen months or so. Piecing this together I was starting to feel he was probably as horny as I was.

Time flew, it was ten o clock and I wanted my curry. The restaurant was a bit basic, but the food was good, and we had some lager to wash it down. I had a hot one, so I needed some. We left there about midnight, and headed back to our hotel, which was a good walk, about a mile and half or more, the walking and the cold air had sent all the beer to my head. Halfway back we saw a cab and hailed it. We kissed in the taxi, the first proper one, his big tong in my mouth. He tasted of beer and whisky, and I sucked on his tongue, running my hands through his hair. He was a lot calmer than I was, at least I thought he was until my hand dropped into his lap, because the .. well.... you know they say men dress a certain side, well he dressed to the right it seems, his right, so his cock was lying facing away from me, but where my hand brushed it, it was reaching the other side of his body, and it wasn't like hard - hard, a semi maybe. I was creaming my pants! But, I was hoping he wasn't going to be huge and uncomfortable al a Sven, really. Our George had mentioned his size 13 feet earlier. The warning signs were there! This was of course, assuming he hadn't a wife and kids and he wasn't about to be racked with guilt. I nearly snatched my hand away, but being brave - and drunk - I gently slid the palm of my hand over it and gave it a little squeeze instead as I kissed him. He seemed quite shocked.

The taxi drew up outside the Marriott, we fumbled for money, he couldn't get his hand in his pocket ! In the foyer he asked if I wanted another drink, I said no and we got in the lift, once inside, he grabbed me and pulled me against him - he was against the wall - and kissed me again. He grabbed my bum in his big hands and squeezed it, I rubbed my leg up and down his. I felt his hardness against my belly. The lift stopped and so did we, and we were rearranging ourselves as we got out of the lift. I looked back as he followed me down the corridor, and caught a glimpse of his jeans again, that bulge had grown bigger.

We got to my room, and we hovered,

"Can I come to your room?" I asked

"Aye..aye" he said. His voice had got really "guttural". I had my reasons for wanting to go to his, I'm not giving the plot away, but part of it was my room stank of smoke.

He walked on and now I followed him, sneaking a look at his bum in his tight jeans.

He got his card key out and let us in. It was really tidy, but I saw his kilt hanging up , in the wardrobe type space just inside the door. He grabbed me again and kissed me, this time he moved onto my bare shoulders, and kissed them. I shivered. He led me toward the bed and sat down, and I climbed onto his lap, shoving my little tong in his mouth again. He pulled my top up from the waist and I moved to let him take it off. Then he went for my bra clasp, but I stopped him:

"Go and put your kilt on!" I said

"What?" he said

"Go on" I grinned "hammer me"

"The shirrt and evVrything?"

"No, just the kilt is fine"

He want off to the bathroom with his kilt. I caught a glimpse of his bare bum through the door, but nothing else. Nice bum, really toned. And I knew he'd taken his pants off, of course. He came back in about five minutes later. There was a definite tent in the the kilt, but I didn't comment as I got him to sit down on the bed. He was bare chested, and bare legged. Nothing on but the kilt. Absolutely gorgeous bod, muscly but not bulky with it - lean. I knelt on the floor and stroked his hairy chest, and half stood up to kiss him again. He tied to get me to sit on his lap again, but I resisted. I knelt slightly to the side of him and ran my hand up his shin, I looked at him intently, he looked excited and nervous. He had his knees apart, so the kilt lay across his lap like an apron, but without the sporran counter balance, you could clearly see where his cock was. I don't want you to think I'm usually this bold, but please bear in mind I was very drunk and very horny at the time, and this guy was an absolute darling. My little hand continued , stroking up his thigh, up and up, but not that far up cos they were hanging down, was the biggest, hairiest pair of balls I've ever not-come across. They were like peaches in size. I chickened out for a moment, and went back to stroking this thigh, but the cock was coming up like a crane.

"God!" I said, biting my lower lip, in a coy sort of way, and I started to lift his heavy kilt up onto his thighs, where it was all tangled up with his cock, which was sticking straight up by now. George was groaning, and seemed very uncomfortable. I felt his hand on my back then, though and he undid my bra, I let him this time, and I shrugged the straps off my shoulders. My nipples were really hard, his big hands held my little boobs and squeezed them gently, I moaned. My hand was now under his kilt, holding his big balls, they felt really heavy too, really full. I still hadn't got to see his cock though, so with a determined effort I pulled the kilt up over the top and pulled it up onto his lower chest. I gave a gasp as this great big hairy cock sprang up towards me. My eyes watered, I don't know if it was emotion, or I was anticipating the size of this thing inside me. To be honest it wasn't as big as Sven's or that black guy's but it was still massive, and the thickest blackest hair all round it and the huge balls underneath made it look even more ..er imposing. I called it Ben Nevis. I took the balls in one hand, and the shaft in the other, I could have done with two hands on each. I felt the length up and down and gave it a little wank, I couldn't close my hand round it. It seemed broad! He groaned, and getting a bit bolder, I leaned over and took the head straight into my mouth and licked him. I dug my tongue into the sensitive bit, you know, where the foreskin joins on. He groaned more, and stretched his toes out. I wanted to lick his balls, but "Can I take this fekking thing off noo" he grunted. I moved off him to allow him to get the kilt off. A few seconds later it was on the floor, and I was on my knees. His cock flapping comically in front of him, I made a move to take it back into my mouth, but he grabbed me and sat me on the bed . "Come here" he said getting me laid out on there. He was soon sucking my nipples and taking the whole of my little boobs into his mouth, it felt like. I was moaning, digging my fingers into his scalp. Then his hand was on the button of my jeans, opening the zip. I wanted to keep my pussy as a surprise, so I took over and pulled my jeans off and my boots and socks with them. I landed back on my back beside him, he leaned over me and began kissing me again, I lay there, kissing him back, and I gently wrapped my fingers round his shaft again, it was really hard, and he was shivering at my touch. Then, his big hand was on my thigh, moving up, and he cupped my pussy, the "mound" in his hand. I groaned a bit, and wanked his big cock gently. Then, his fingertips were moving over the crotch, feeling my wetness, digging into the opening, then he felt where the pubes. would have been, and then he felt again. Then he stopped kissing me and looked down. We both looked down, then as he pulled the nearest side of the g string down, down and down it came, very slowly, the other side kind of caught on my hip bone, so he reached over over and pulled that down too. The top had passed where you would expect my pubes. to start, but he saw it was just smooth skin, and as we both looked down at me, we could see the little opening, the little slit. "Occh my god" he groaned, as he pulled the g string down my legs and I kicked it off. His cock, still in my hand was bigger than ever, and even harder, I wanted to suck it some more but he had other ideas "Och my fecking god" he said again. He moved down the bed , down me, and gently pulled my knees apart, he seemed to want to lift my legs right up, but I don't like being in that position, really, so I just opened my legs. for him as wide as they would go. His face was down there in my crotch, having a good look, I think , then I felt him kiss me there, on the shaved bit, that was nice, it felt ....... very naked there, I could feel his breath on me, then he started licking up the outside, outside the outer lips, where my leg joins! That tickled and, then he slipped the end of his big tongue actually inside me, and I shivered, then he got his thumbs and spread me all open, and then he just went down on me, eating me - literally! Oh god it was heaven. Normally I lie back and think of England, but with George I sat up slightly and just watched his tongue dipping in and out, just under the little hood bit. I was just going "oh OH" louder and louder. I stroked my tummy, sensually, above his face. JB interjection: Where does this fine feller rate in your top 5 /10 whatever tonguesmen? LJ: That's sexist. Tonguespersons! Nicole top, then in no order, Sven I guess, sleazebag that he is, Derek...... the Spanish waitress.... Varden......that's about it. I'm not madly into it, generally.

I was thinking Nicole would have loved to watch this, and then have us both afterwards. Oh, I should mention for my avid readers, that my Nicole has been missing me a lot while I've been up here in Scotland, and she's been comfort eating (cakes not girls) and drinking a lot of wine. She's put on about a stone, but , jammy get, it's all in the right places, most of it on her boobs and bum, and just a little belly. I think she looks fantastic.

Anyway..... George looked up at me, "Play with yer tits for me" he said. I grinned, and I blushed - I don't know why I should blush! - gathered my little boobs up in my hands, and gave them a good playing with, pulling my nipples gently. He watched me - men are so visual - and I saw him having a little wank down there of his own. I wanted it in me, and now, and not chucking up all over his hand, and I was wondering about how much he was going to come, he'd felt so heavy. It certainly made me think about where I wanted him to come, if there was going to be gallons, not in my mouth, that's for sure.

"mmMM That's enough" I hissed "That's enough now" he seemed disappointed, I did my best to make him happy again. "I want you to make love to me" I whispered.

Then came the mad scrabble for condoms. I doubted I had any and if I did have any floating around in the bottom of my bag they were probably out of date and even if not they were hardly likely to fit the Loch Ness monster here. George said he didn't have any, for sure. We were then faced with the prospect of one of us going to reception to get some, or to find a machine. Why the hell didn't I get some, when I knew damn well I was going for it. I find time to shave my fanny but I don't think about condoms. Silly bitch.

I was still lying there in my back, shaved fanny, stark naked, legs akimbo and absolutely gagging for it!

"I'll gor darn to the desk", said George, gallantly. I sighed. Unless I lay there and masturbated I'd go off the boil by the time he came back, and if I started while he was there, I think he'd stay and watch, and we'd get nowhere, so I asked him "Look, are you safe? Be honest, hand on heart" "I've not had a vasectomy or anything, but as regarRds diseases or what have you - 100% safe, yes, HONestly" "Okay, I believe I'm safe, too, and I'm on the pill. Do you want to do it without?" "(Cough) Okay, yes, you sure?" I think it had grown a little bit bigger, it seemed to curve back towards him slightly. "That's an awfully big cock" I said quietly as he moved towards me with it in his fist. I was starting to get a bit nervous about it. I was afraid I'd clam up , so partly to help and partly cos it looked rude I just reached down under my bum and pulled my pussy open for him. He was gently pulling his foreskin back with his thumb as he moved in, it looked very red and angry at the end. Gripping it halfway down he placed the head right - well by my bum actually, and he pushed a bit, I reached down and placed my hand under it - boy it was heavy! - and lifted it up to the right place, and pushed the exposed knob just inside myself, just an inch or so initially. We both gasped. He let go and let me hold it.

"GoRd it's hot in there" he blurted out. I gasped again, he felt hot and sticky to me, too. I was looking up at his face, then I looked down at where our bodies joined , again. The big hairy brute was just inside me, my little pussy looked fragile and delicate - like a little flower - ahhh - with this big fat cock sticking in it, well... mostly out of it. It looked very big and brutal against my soft pale skin. I pulled him a couple of inches further in. My little slit looked very pushed apart now! I just breathed to him "push. Just a little bit" He did, he slipped in another three inches or so, there were maybe a couple left! It was very broad, and had a big ridge up the underside. My previous biggest, well still the biggest -Sven/Thorsten was a big lump of a cock, George was more textured ! Not using a condom increased my pleasure from him too, of course. Gradually his hips started to rock gently, his big balls were swinging loosely, then we kissed, and my view was blocked by his big beautiful face, his eyes closed in pleasure. My fingers stayed where they had been to feel the cock slipping in and out with my fingertips. I was dripping wet, and he was telling me how beautiful I felt. "God, you've got a goRRGeuss little peSSy" it sounded like, I was just going "Oh" "OH" a lot. I hadn't been far off when we started and I felt the beginnings of my familiar tremble building up. I think if I hadn't masturbated earlier I'd have come already, I think. I was hanging on to his neck and kissing him as I came, really slobbering all over him. I hope he liked it! I wouldn't. I lost it altogether, then. I'd got my one arm crooked round his neck grunting "I'm fucking coming" in his ear! and biting him. The other arm was down there fiddling about, plying with myself, and him. He was sweaty now, we both were, he slowed down to let me recover, put then as I settled back onto the bed, and relaxed my arms, above my head, I felt it coming again, only two or three minutes after the previous time, stronger this time, I grabbed the light fitting, there was no headboard, and I was very vocal this time, I can't remember what I was saying though. My bum was all wet with my come now, and my muscles clenched him hard an an almighty climax. "Ged, you are one fantastic FUCK, LEn" he said through gritted teeth "sorry, I shouldnae have said that" he added. George slowed for me again, and asked me to turn over for him. I asked him to come out of me for a moment. "I like the feeling as it goes in" I said. He did, and knelt there holding his cock, for a moment. It was glistening with my come and where any juice had come out of the head. I wanted to taste him again and before I got into doggy position I grabbed it off him, and kissed and licked the head and then took it into my mouth and sucked him again. He tasted of pussy, my pussy, it was very ertic, to say the least. I looked up at him, with his big cock in my mouth, tonguing and lipping his sensitive bits and sucking on the head. I kept hold if it as I slipped him back out of my mouth. "Are you going to come gallons, when yo come?" I grinned at him, as I asked I massged his big balls

"Och, god, shEt up will ye" he laughed "fucking bend over like I told you" he hauled me into position and spread my legs, his big knob was pushing it's way inside again. It felt even bigger from behind, it felt fucking glorious.

Now I should mention that I know full well, because I read it in a magazine at the dentist, that a man does not make, or carry or whatever any more sperm after a month than he does after a week, and I also know if he nearly comes several times then when he does come he will come loads (but probably be spent then, unless he's a teenager, or mad) but I was fantasizing about all the sperm in those big balls, and imagining there would be loads because he hadn't had sex for ages. Or a wank.

"Are you going to come your load up me? Eh? Come on, give me that cock, GIVE it to me " and all this sort of rubbish.

"Oooh. Yes come on Len, t'HorK DHurty to me. God you've gg got a a goRRgeous ARSE " he pulled my cheeks apart with his big hands, I felt cool air against me.

I had a feel back between my legs and felt his balls, they were up against his body now, pretty much, so I was expecting him to shoot fairly soon now.

"When did you last have a FUCK?" I asked over my shoulder "(Grunt) about 18 bleddy months ago. Jeez!" he went

I was going again, AGAIN! "Give me two minutes! Hang on! " I whispered "Stopcock, Stopcock" he was whispering to himself *

(*he'd trained himself not to come by repeating this word, he said)

I was "Oh" He was "Oh" I was "Oh" He was "Oh" I was "Oh" I came the biggest yet, my hips were trembling in his grip, I could actually feel a trickle down my leg, of my own come He was pulling my arse apart, shoving it further up me. "Go on" I said, "let it go, do it , come on, come - flood me with your hot-"

Oh! Unh! I felt the first spit of hot liquid come out, inside me on his outstroke, and the next one I didn't feel, I think it went straight into my womb ! Then the third I felt again, then I saw a splat of it land on the covers between my legs, and two trickles coming down the insides of my thighs, there were gallons! "Oh god, that's fucking incredible" I sobbed! I think the piston effect and the ahem tight fit was forcing it all back out again. It sounds disgusting I know, in the cold light of day, but at the time I was so horny I was getting handfuls and rubbing it into my thighs and belly and tits I think this was the dirtiest I've ever been with a guy. He slipped out of me and rubbed it between my arse, it was still quite hard and dripping with our combined come I was feeling a bit anal, believe it or not, but I was not having that thing up there, believe you me! "oOOOOoh" I went as he rubbed it there. I turned round and kissed him, our bodies were pressed together, his wet cock pressed against my belly. I held it as we kissed, and then, I was going to suck it, (yes, I was) but a lot of hairs had come adrift and were stuck to his knob Sorry , that's the way it was, this isn't the movies. I gave up on that idea, pre shower, anyway.

We lay down together and were just kissing for the next twenty minutes or so. Then we had a rest, and some wine from his minibar. Then we lay down together and kissed again, and lay and looked at each other, I was playing with his hairy chest, then, he was playing with my breasts. "I'd love to watch you masturbate" he said suddenly "Um, okay, I want to watch you too, then" He smiled and wrapped his big hand round the shaft, it was about half hard anyway. I went to work on my pussy, probing the little slit., slipping a finger inside, this was for show, I don't normally do that. He lay on his back and pumped his big cock, I watched him through half closed eyes, he watched me very very closely, I felt my face burning, blushing again! I wanted about six hands, like Vishnu, I wanted to play with my boobs, and massage his balls, in the end I used one finger on my clit and the other to hold his balls He was tightening up, and I was getting very very turned on. He was starting to breathe more heavily after ten minutes or so, I ran my wet wanking finger round his lips, and then resumed my masturbation, he licked his lips. I leaned over and sucked on his balls for him as he worked the shaft, they were massive! He groaned.

"There's some stuff starting to come out" I said, breathlessly, watching his slot open slightly. "It's p pre come" he stammered "Are you going to come? Can you wait for me?" He said he could and slowed, as I brought myself to a very wet orgasm, with much grunting and caressing of my own tits He waited for me to finish in the end. I was on fire, bright red. "Do you want me to swallow it?" I asked him then He nodded. "I want to see it come out" I said, "and I'll lick it up then" he nodded again dumbly. I lay with my head on his chest looking down at his big cock aimed at my face, his big hand pulling the foreskin back and forth half an inch or so, the red of the inside appearing and disappearing. I felt a little tremble in his legs "You rReady?" he said in a voice like Barry White's grandad I nodded against his chest, the big cock bucked and a jet of hot milky sperm squirted through the air like an arrow across my cheek, I'd seen the eye open and the juice come out, which is what I wanted to see. I slipped forward an opened my mouth, and he come his second load in my mouth, I sucked him and swallowed him. He continued for a few seconds and another trickle made it onto my lips which, I licked off and swallowed. I got up onto my elbow and ran my fingers across my cheek, scraping the sperm up and slipping my fingers into my mouth and sucking them. His cock made a valiant effort to get hard again but a twitch was all it could manage. Once I'd swallowed everything he let me kiss him again.

We showered then, together, I helped him clean it up, and soaped his tight arse and his big balls, I had a great time. He watched me wash all the sperm out of my pussy and swill myself, I would not let many people watch this, but I felt okay with him watching.

We went to bed again, this time to get some sleep. He set his phone before we did, and it went off at 5 am. I thought it was a mistake but no. I felt a big hard cock in my back, between my buttocks and yes he was ready again, and with me on top, I rode it till breakfast time. I came another, yes another FIVE times. What's that ? Eight in all? A mate's record is 13 times. I'm after you girl.