The tribulations of ‘fucking around’ xxx
I mentioned at the end of my reminiscences in Berlin and Amsterdam about Sandra coming home with a little memento, in the form of a sexually transmitted disease you catch, by being fucked by lots of different men. I suppose it was a bit of an ‘occupational hazard’ for both Sandra and her daughter, who, in fairness to both of them, ‘most’ of the time took the necessary precautions to avoid catching anything, especially Sandra, although her daughter Sarah, I have to say, was a lot more relaxed in the ‘rubber’ department. For starters she never seemed to have any rubbers in her handbag, unlike her mother who always had a plentiful supply. Sandra seemed to know what to look for in a guy to see if he looked healthy and was usually spot on in deciding whether to go bareback, which she one hundred percent preferred, as she loved the feel of hot spunk in her cunt, or use a rubber.
I think, in the fifteen or so years we were in a relationship, well an affair, I suppose you ought to call it, she only caught a sexual disease twice, that I knew of, whereas Sarah, seemed to be always getting a dose. Personally, at the time, I can’t say that I thought much about catching anything, although, with hindsight that was pretty stupid, especially as I was still fucking the missus, now and again. I mean to say I was as ‘bad’ as the pair of them really and if they didn’t give a fuck, why should I.
The problem, certainly with her daughter was that she was even more promiscuous, if that’s at all possible, than her mother. Sarah for instance, if she had a taxi home from a party or somewhere late at night, would always, without fail, offer some form of sexual service, at the least a blow job or even a full fuck in lieu of payment, even if she was with me or her mother or both of us. It seemed to be a point of honour to her not to pay!!!! Of course Sarah was very very pretty, with a gorgeous curvaceous figure and dressed as a total tart to show off her best bits, so, I should imagine, it would be a very special driver who wouldn’t say no. Most of the ‘local’ taxi firms and their drivers knew what to expect if they picked her up, either accepting their fate, pleasurable though it would be, or just refusing the fare. She never had to wait long for a taxi though!!!!
I know where she got the idea from, her mother, as I’d been, on a couple of occasions, with Sandra when, and in fairness she did have to fancy the driver and did ask my permission, she’d let him fuck her around the back of the taxi.
Sarah, obviously had a ‘bad’ reputation in the village where she lived, which was the same one as her mother, but she had such a cheerful and happy disposition that most people turned a blind eye or at least kept their sons, especially, well way from her. Well they tried to, anyway!!!
Another reason she kept catching ‘it’ was, as like her mother, thought of herself as a bit of a ‘part time’ whore and, as I’ve mentioned before, enjoyed visits to the local dogging sites and was a regular at the truck stops near Gloucester and Swindon, where, most of the time, she went on her own. She was a bit naughty though, as unlike her mother, who if she caught something, refrained from sex for a while, Sarah would just carry on getting fucked by all and sundry although she did tell me and her mother if she was on the penicillin.
Her mother used to warn her about ‘unprotected sex’ but it was like water off a ducks back to her and she often used the argument that her mother didn’t, so why should she, and, like her mother, loved the feel of hot spunk shooting up her cunt. Enough said!!!
I think, in the fifteen or so years we were in a relationship, well an affair, I suppose you ought to call it, she only caught a sexual disease twice, that I knew of, whereas Sarah, seemed to be always getting a dose. Personally, at the time, I can’t say that I thought much about catching anything, although, with hindsight that was pretty stupid, especially as I was still fucking the missus, now and again. I mean to say I was as ‘bad’ as the pair of them really and if they didn’t give a fuck, why should I.
The problem, certainly with her daughter was that she was even more promiscuous, if that’s at all possible, than her mother. Sarah for instance, if she had a taxi home from a party or somewhere late at night, would always, without fail, offer some form of sexual service, at the least a blow job or even a full fuck in lieu of payment, even if she was with me or her mother or both of us. It seemed to be a point of honour to her not to pay!!!! Of course Sarah was very very pretty, with a gorgeous curvaceous figure and dressed as a total tart to show off her best bits, so, I should imagine, it would be a very special driver who wouldn’t say no. Most of the ‘local’ taxi firms and their drivers knew what to expect if they picked her up, either accepting their fate, pleasurable though it would be, or just refusing the fare. She never had to wait long for a taxi though!!!!
I know where she got the idea from, her mother, as I’d been, on a couple of occasions, with Sandra when, and in fairness she did have to fancy the driver and did ask my permission, she’d let him fuck her around the back of the taxi.
Sarah, obviously had a ‘bad’ reputation in the village where she lived, which was the same one as her mother, but she had such a cheerful and happy disposition that most people turned a blind eye or at least kept their sons, especially, well way from her. Well they tried to, anyway!!!
Another reason she kept catching ‘it’ was, as like her mother, thought of herself as a bit of a ‘part time’ whore and, as I’ve mentioned before, enjoyed visits to the local dogging sites and was a regular at the truck stops near Gloucester and Swindon, where, most of the time, she went on her own. She was a bit naughty though, as unlike her mother, who if she caught something, refrained from sex for a while, Sarah would just carry on getting fucked by all and sundry although she did tell me and her mother if she was on the penicillin.
Her mother used to warn her about ‘unprotected sex’ but it was like water off a ducks back to her and she often used the argument that her mother didn’t, so why should she, and, like her mother, loved the feel of hot spunk shooting up her cunt. Enough said!!!
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