A Star Is Porn

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Part Two.

It was in March of that year that I met Mike Jones. He was with three of his mates, Kenny Lynch, Tommy Forbes and Charlie. I never did find out his surname.

Well, these four became regulars of The King's Head, and I got the usual comments from them, until Dave put them in their place. Kenny came on the strongest and after being worn down by his persistent requests, I finally agreed to go out on a date with him. This was about six months after I had first seen him.

Monday was my regular day off, so it was about six thirty when he met me on the corner by the new MacDonald's that had just opened. No way was I going to be taken in there for a first date dinner.

He chose well. It was a nice little restaurant that was a mixture of Thai and Malay dishes. Mmmm. I didn't really pig it, but I did sample most of the dishes. They were adorable and he looked adorable in the candlelight. A touch under six feet tall though you couldn't see it when he was sitting down. Not broad shouldered, but solidly built. Trim hips, and a cute bum, well it looked cute when he wore his tight jeans. They also showed, (if it wasn't padding), that he was a big fella down in front also.

Knowing the score that for a dinner like we had, I was going to have to come across, as they say. What I didn't know at the time, was that a gang-bang was to be the finale to the evening. But we'll come to that in a minute.

When he paid the bill, (I was surprised how cheap it was for the great meal that we'd just eaten), we left and on his suggestion, went on to a wine bar.

Big surprise from Kenny, `What are you doing here?' he said to Mike and Charlie. So we joined them at their table. Of course, after a short while, who should walk in but Tommy.

Hail fellows, well met, as they say.

So there I am in the middle of four friends', having our date. Quite a few drinks were consumed. One of which, I think, was doctored' as I went into hyperspace. Colours were much brighter, the noise level went up and whatever somebody said, I thought was hilarious. I just couldn't stop laughing and wanted to dance and I also wanted to sing.

They had to stop me from performing along with the record "The Stripper". I just wanted to take my clothes off and dance. My breasts ached with the tingling that made my nipples feel like electrodes and my pussy was sopping wet and I had that itch inside of me.

They got me out of there and into a mini cab that took us to Kenny's flat. The journey was a kaleidoscope of colours and sound, time for me didn't exist. One minute in the wine bar with bright flashing lights around me and then in Kenny's flat and the music floated through the air as I danced and stripped. This I am telling you as it was related to me afterwards as I have no recollection at all of what went on from leaving the wine bar.

I peeled off my top and squeezed my tits in time with the music. My hands kept travelling up and down my body as I swayed to the beat. My eyes were closed and my lips were pouting as if waiting for a kiss. I released the clips of my skirt so that it flared out as I spun round, and it fell from my waist. My panties, now transparent from my juices, showing my bush and swollen slit as I still danced in front of them.

Kenny, sprawled in an armchair had pulled out his erection and slowly masturbated as I divested myself of all my clothes to dance naked before them. I must have seen it, because I dropped onto my knees in front of him, still swaying with the music and reached out and took over from him, moving my hand up and down on his shaft. I shuffled closer and added my other hand to rub his cock. It was when I opened my mouth and leant forward that Mike jumped up. Just before I could take that glistening head into my mouth, he pulled me savagely backwards and I sprawled ungainly on the floor with the violence of his pull.

I think that Mike hit Kenny's cock right hard, because he screamed and doubled up. Mike then shouted at the others and helped me up to my feet and tried to dress me. He didn't seem to be able to do that too well, so he finished up covering me with a Macintosh, and hustled me out of there and took me home.

There, he forced coffee into me. Lots of it, and put me to bed. When he was satisfied that I wasn't in any danger from puking or whatever, he went and slept on the settee.

I woke up to a living death. My head, eyes and joints did not seem to be part of me as everything ached and throbbed. The first thing I did was to scrabble about his flat to find the toilet and throw up. The washing out of my mouth and scrubbing of my face didn't help and I still felt like shit.

Mike fixed me some kind of cocktail that looked like what I had just got rid of down the toilet, but he made me drink it. Lots of coffee followed but it was his concoction that seemed to work. About an hour later I could hear and understand what he was saying and he then told me about the night before.

At first, he had agreed to go ahead with the others, as he believed that I was in agreement with it. In as much as that I had agreed to give out to the gang, a night to remember, as Kenny had put it. It wasn't till I had dropped to my knees in front of Kenny's swaying erection did he realise that I had been doped.

He was outraged. (He did have some morals in those days), and didn't want any part in what he could see what was going to happen, so he acted, and got me out of there.

He held my hand over the kitchen table and said that he had liked what he had seen, but didn't like the idea of those other `mates' of his, violating me.

I was aroused,' Mike said, I had as big a boner as Kenny had, but I didn't think it was right what they wanted to do. I admit I did want to at first, when it was originally suggested, but that was before I knew you weren't aware of what was going to happen. So...so I stopped them.' He gripped my hand tighter.

`I...I'm not good with words, but, when I first saw you in the pub, I...I wanted you. Wanted you to myself. I... well, as you see, hear I mean. I'm not very good with words, but, well, what I mean is, will you go out with me? No funny stuff! Not like them cretins. I'm not properly educated, I'm only a mechanic, but I wanted to ask you out and I didn't really have the bottle to ask you. All those blokes falling over themselves for your attention, making jokes behind your back about the size of your ti...' He blushed, and my heart went out to him. One of the few honest blokes that I'd seen in the pub and the others who were, were solidly married. I pulled my hand free and lifted his up to my lips and kissed it.

`Thank you for last night. But for you... I think I might have had a few problems later with the others.'

`Will...will you go out with me one night?' he asked. I nodded and agreed to go out with him on my next night off.

Well that's how we started, became a pair as it were. This time I didn't mind being taken to MacDonald's for dinner. It was more in keeping to his financial position than to the flash Kenny. Also, he didn't try to kiss and grope on the first date, or any date come to that. It was me that had to start it.

I thought, what the hell. I'm pushing nineteen and I can't keep going out on dates without having sex in some way or another and it had been at least six months since I had the pleasure of having a large piece of meat between my thighs and a panting man on top of me. So I thought I had better start the ball rolling here. Mike was good looking, or so I thought. His hair was dark brown and always nicely cut. Not handsome or looking like some film star, but strong in his features. A firm mouth and chin and lovely grey-blue eyes that held a look of sadness in them, but could really sparkle when he was happy. The nose was small and regular that didn't get in the way when we kissed. That I liked, so it was me who had to seduce him.

But I've jumped ahead slightly in the story. I had already decided that it was me that was going to have to make the first move with Mike, but before I did, I had to clear the decks so to speak, in my relationship with Dave, the landlord.

Since that New Years Day fuck on the table, he would occasionally stroke my arse as he passed behind me while serving in the bar. Have a quick feel of my tits in the cellar and ask when we could have another session. So I thought I'd better give him one last fuck before I started with Mike. It was easy to entice him into the cellar as there was another barmaid serving with us on the night in question, when I called Dave saying that I was having trouble screwing one of the barrel lines. He

picked up on it straight away, and came post haste down to the cellar. I stood leaning against the wall as he stooped his way in. My panties were hanging from my finger and as he came forward to me, I dropped them and pulled off my top. With arms outstretched, he came and held me and nuzzled his beard between my breasts, kissing them and nibbling on my nipples as I undid his belt and pulled down his zipper and pulled free his throbbing cock. As he slavered over my breasts, I worked my hand on his shaft till he groaned and lifted me up hard against the wall. I opened my legs and straddled his waist as he lowered me down. My pussy was soaking wet already and without hands, his prick slid up into my waiting cavern, right up to the hilt. He shifted his arms so at one point I was only held up by his prick imbedded deep inside me. I could feel the strength of it as it throbbed and held me up.

His hands then went under my bum and he lifted me up and down, giving me the full thickness of his shaft as we fucked. My tits chaffed against his shirt as I bounced up and down, the nipples getting sore. I bit his shoulder as I orgasmed to stop screaming out, my shuddering un-noticed in the bouncing. He started to grunt and then he held me tight to him, pressing me hard against the wall as he shot his load into me. I felt the jetting of his sperm as it hit my insides and this was the first time I had noticed this. Then came his quick jerks as he forced out the last to empty his balls and penis.

Breathing hard, he lay against me, not moving. I was so close to my second coming that I held his shoulders and lifted myself up and down on the hard muscle, squeezing with my inside muscles till I climaxed again. Only then did I drop my head onto his shoulder and felt the mixed outpourings from both of us dribble down my thigh. After a few more moments, he slowly lowered me down till my feet touched the floor, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

Angel. You'll kill me doing it like this.' He gasped. I'm not as young as I used to be.'

I picked up one of the bar towels that were in the cellar and wiped his shrinking dick for him, and then wiped my thighs and pussy and got dressed. I bottled out in telling him then, that that was the last fuck that I was going to give him. Instead, I just leaned into him, letting him hold me in his arms as I wondered if Mike would match up to him.

He did, as I found out a week later.

Mike had taken me out to a movie, of which I cannot for the life of me, remember what it was. We had just had enough time when the film finished, to get a quick drink in the pub next door before closing time. We both wanted another drink, but they wouldn't serve us, the bell for last orders has gone, sorry they said. I know we could have got a drink if we had gone to the King's Head, but I didn't want to go there. Six nights a week was a good enough reason not to go there.

I've got some drink at my place,' I said, let's go there.'

So we finished up at my flat. (I had since moved out from the family home since starting work at the pub as I had wanted to make it on my own.) Mike flopped down onto the well worn second hand settee as soon as we entered, and I got us the drinks.

He'd turned on the television and it was some kind of erotic thriller that was showing. To me, grass growing was more erotic than what we were supposed to be seeing. It was all innuendo without action, but it must have somehow turned him on, because I could see that he was somewhat hard at his crotch.

We drank some of our drinks as the film progressed and I let my hand stray onto the front of his trousers as we watched. I slowly started to rub and feel him get harder. He then started to look at me more that at the screen as I seemly abstractedly rubbed him.

Angel.' He groaned, Do you know what you are doing to me?'

`What?' I asked innocently.

`You're doing more for me than the film is.'

`Oh! I'm sorry. I'll stop.'

`No. Please. I...I like it.'

I put my drink down and slid to the floor and moved between his legs and rested my head on his chest. My chest pushing against his crotch. I could feel him pulsating through the rough fabric of his jeans.

I slid my hands under my body and undid the top button of his jeans, and pulled down the zipper. I was surprised that when I put my hand inside for I found that he wasn't wearing underpants. I'd always believed that men either wore `Y' fronts or jockey shorts. Well Mike didn't.

My hand grasped his erection and, moving my body back slightly, pulled it out into the open. I was thrilled at what I had found. It was longer, and fatter than Dave's. Just as hard and firm, and I must say, better looking, as cock's go.

This hard, pulsing piece of flesh in my hand, looked like a work of art. Perfectly proportioned with a thick base that my thumb and little finger couldn't circle, tapering upwards till they met, then it blossomed out to that large head, partially covered with its helmet. The ruddy pink flesh slowly changing to purple as the blood infused it. As the eye winked at me, a dewdrop of love juice started to exude from it. It glistened in the light as it formed and started to expand.

I leaned forward and licked that pearly drop off, my tongue tingling at the taste it was so sweet. I squeezed his erection again to watch another drop emerge. This also I licked up. Honey! Nectar! That's what it was! The nectar of the gods. I'd read about this at school, but never believed it. I couldn't stop myself from thrusting as much into my mouth as possible. With my mouth open as wide as I could, I took in as much as I could till I started to choke and had to ease back slightly.

Mike groaned as my head moved back so that I only held the head in between my lips. I ran my tongue round the throbbing head, inserting it under the foreskin. From then on, nature took its course. My hand slowly worked up and down on his shaft, the skin riding easily over that solid muscle. I could feel the power as I gripped it even harder, but still that velvet layer of flesh moved as easy as if there was a coating of lubricating oil beneath the skin. My mouth was full with this weapon as I took in as much as I could, my head going down till it touched the back of my throat. Then up, just to hold his helmet tight against my teeth. Then down again, letting my teeth rasp his flesh.

My other hand started to massage his balls, slowly squeezing and rolling them between my fingers. I could feel the large vein on the underside of his cock start to throb as the pressure built up and I started to move faster myself. Up and down my head went. Mouth wide and full as I mouth fucked him, till his legs straightened and started to go stiff, his hips bucking up towards me. His hands came and grasped the sides of my head as he began his climax. I let go of his balls and grasped his tool with both hands as I used them in the opposite direction to my

mouth, pumping up and down as he came.

One moment an empty mouth, the next, suddenly filled with his eruption of sperm. With convulsive jerks, he poured, no, shot his load. They were staccato bursts, too many to count in the few seconds that it took. I felt the first hit the back of my throat, as the next surge came, not giving me time to swallow the first emission before being swamped with the second, then the third. Even lacking breath, I did manage to swallow as he came and came without letting go of that throbbing head. I did manage to get one life saving breath of air intake as he continued bucking, emptying his balls.

As he started to slow down I could then savour the full taste of him. Slightly salty, but with a touch of cinnamon was my impression, and not unpleasant. As my mouth held that large lump of flesh and my taste buds savoured the flavour, my hands could feel the power that pulsated in that sheath of steel and I couldn't help but wonder why I had missed this earlier. As I released that steaming cock from my mouth, it was just that! Steaming. Glistening wet from my saliva, it did actually seem to steam. That dark red head fully exposed, the foreskin having rolled back,

twitched and throbbed as it felt the cold air. It still throbbed in my hand as I held it in an upright position, even though he had come.

I tore my eyes away from that magnificent organ, and looked up at Mike, his head thrown back, mouth open, eyes closed. His hands had fallen away from my head after his orgasm and now lay limp on my shoulders. I gently reached out a hand and stroked his cheek as I still continued to slowly move my hand up and down on his slowly subsiding shaft.

He seemed to mentally shake himself awake from his reverie and he opened his eyes and smiled down at me as he reached out and pulled me up into his arms. He, what I can only describe like a cliché, was in heaven. To me, the smile said it all. Love. That is what I thought, and still to this day, though complacency does seem to have set in since then.

But that was for the future. I was in love! I loved this big man sprawled before me. I loved that big wilting cock that I still held. I wanted to arouse it again so that I could have this monstrous tool inside my now wet pussy.

I pulled myself up against him and encouraged him to feel my breasts. I helped by opening my blouse and guiding his hand into the gap and he responded by kissing me lavishly while kneading my engorged nipples. I held his face and responded to his kisses as my pussy started to throb and ache. I regretted being precipitous, but I think it was the right thing to do at the time.

It took a little while, but he was young, like me, and was soon displaying a rampant hard on again, but this time, I let him take the lead.

He eased off my blouse and unclipped my skirt, pulling off my panties at the same time as he laid me down on the carpet and divested himself of his own clothes till he was as naked as myself. He laid down next to me and propped himself on an elbow as he looked down at me and I smiled tremulously at him, wishing he would move a bit faster. My pussy was sopping wet and I had this usual itch inside, just waiting for that massive tool that I could feel against my leg to be shoved up into me.

As they say, all good things come to those who wait. Well I waited, and it came, eventually.

He rolled over on top of me, kissing and murmuring sweet nothings, his todger, pushing itself into the side of my leg. I obliged by moving my legs apart so that he could then gain entry to my little heaven. Well his really, my heaven would be achieved when it was filled.

That he proceeded to do and I could feel the head of his cock prod and poke about, so I used my left hand and guided him to the portal. With a gentle push, the head eased its way between my wet lips into the entrance. He paused, and I held my breath, asking myself, had I miscalculated, but no!

With a sigh and a heave, he pushed up and entered me. I could feel the walls of my vagina expand as his massive tool pushed its way up, filling me as I hoped. It was big and I gasped as I was stretched and engorged with that beautiful organ.

I savoured every inch sliding up into me, till his balls slapped up against my bum. I constricted my vaginal muscles to hold that shaft tight within me.

He, again, lay quiet on me. The two of us bound together by that pulsing cock embedded deep within me. My internal muscles throbbing in time with his, and starting to ache by holding him so fast. Then he started to move and I could feel that hard flesh pulling back, my insides crying out, trying to grip that slippery member that then paused with the head still inside of me. Then the glorious forward thrust that filled me again. Then again, and again, and again.

What a fuck. I went delirious with the ecstasy of it all. I orgasmed not once, not twice, but three times as he heaved himself back and forth. That rod of steel filling my being, giving me joy, pain and fulfilment, all at the same time.

I stroked his face and shoulders as he towered above me, thrusting into me. The heat that he generated as he pushed was heaping tinder on my fire. I burned down below and it was only my orgasms that lubricated that passage, otherwise the friction would have caused problems.

I smothered my screams as I came, not wanting him to stop his relentless ploughing of my furrow. The sweat started to pour from his forehead as he neared his peak, and literally showered me as he shook himself and howled as he arched his back and let his hips continue the forward thrusts.

He came in these shuddering bursts that I felt intensely, as his seed spurted forth, each shot making itself felt as a burning ember of coal inside me. These burning touches were quenched by my fourth orgasm that seemed like a flow of lava, hot and burning, but cooling at the same time.

He finished by grinding his pubes up tight against mine, this grinding, this meshing of our pubic hairs adding an erotic finale to our coupling. You can't get closer to anyone than this, I thought, as I pushed as hard back towards him.

I was literally bathed in sweat as Mike fell on top of me, breathing hard, his sweat mingling with mine. His head fell into my neck and I stroked his hair as my own body slowed its shuddering, welling with love for this man lying spent in my arms.

He then heaved himself up and withdrew from me and I cried out as his tool slipped away from me, the feeling of loss hitting my mind. I know now that there was still a wide gaping hole after his withdrawal that took time to contract. This I learnt from films at a later date in time and it was this slow closing onto emptiness that was so dispiriting.

Parody! Not many people know this, but after penetration, a vagina still shows the circumference of the penis that has just withdrawn for nearly half a minute.

But I have digressed.

We lay there entwined with our sweat cooling but not our ardour as we continued to kiss and caress each other. His hand was like a soothing balm as it moved across my breasts and nipples. These responded quicker than any other part of my body and they soon began to ache again and Mike didn't need much pushing to nibble and suck upon them.

I lay back quite pleased now that my breasts were as big as they were. Able to still be seen as breasts when I was lying on my back and to think that when I was younger (hic), that I thought they were too big. Now I was proud of them and I wouldn't ever be ashamed of their size again.

From then on, Mike and his, to use a Japanese or is it Chinese expression, "golden wand", were my life.

But, with all the best wishes in the world, not everything lasts.

I must apologise once again for pre-empting the story, so let's continue in the present and not the future.

Much to Dave's annoyance, though it had nothing to do with him, I let Mike move into my flat. I still continued to work in The Kings Head but I didn't have sex with Dave again. He didn't take kindly to me taking up with Mike, but, eventually came round to the fact that it`s better to have loved than never loved at all.

In fact, I know that he shafted the new barmaid within two weeks of her starting in the pub, so I didn't give much credence to his bemoaning the fact that he couldn't have me any longer.

Well as I have said, he moved in and was now living with me. He blew out his "friends" Kenny, Tommy and Charlie and we developed a new set of friends, though my choice wasn't exactly his, nor his mine, but it seemed to work out.

I continued to work in the bar, and he did his mechanizing thing with cars. It was unfortunate that our working hours didn't gel, but we made the best of it. He would get up in the morning for work while I stayed in bed. This got up his nose at first notwithstanding the fact that I worked the weekend, while he was off, and had Monday off when he had to work.

Really, Dave was the winner here. Mike finished up spending most of his evenings in the pub waiting for closing time, and then taking me home.

We eventually had to come to a compromise with our bedding arrangements, and that was because I could spend the night having sex, but didn't have to get up in the morning. So I had to acquiesce to his demands and accept that we had sex as and when he was capable. Try as I might, I still had to have that extra little bit. Don't get me wrong! I was faithful to Mike. When he wanted sex, I was there for him. But if the opportunity presented itself, that there was a friend in need, I would

help. These friends as I call them, were not lovers! They were just lonely people who I knew that were in need of consolation at that time and needed that little bit of tender loving care if only for a fleeting moment.

I'm not proud of it, but I did cheat on Mike. He knows now, and has since forgiven me. With my present status, it's best that all is revealed at the outset before the paparazzi get hold of it and twist it to further their own futures.

Though I must say in my own defence, that I didn't shame Mike at all. I had many offers from the barflies, but would not accept any of their proposals.

No. It was only those that happened to call at our flat. Like the plumber. Bear in mind that we lived in a property that the council called fit for human habitation that I personally wouldn't have allowed pigs to live there, but such was the state in those days.

We had a leaking tap, not at the tap itself, but somewhere underneath the sink. Three weeks it took before someone came round to have a look.

Yes,' he said, you've got a leak.' That was it! It took another six days before they sent round a plumber to fix this leak. I must say he was a nice strapping fellow. One of these cut down T-shirts that show as much flesh as possible. A thick leather belt that carried his tools of the trade. Tight jeans that didn't leave much to the imagination.

Well I just couldn't resist it. There was this big man laying on his back, head and shoulders under the sink. His legs widespread, which I then went and stood in between. I was wearing a short halter which only just covered my tits and a skirt from under which, I had already taken off my panties, in anticipation.

From where he was lying, he could see up under the halter to see the lower mounds of my breasts. He flushed, and finished what he was doing up under the sink and slowly slid himself out from under the unit and looked up at me. I then stepped over him again so that I was now astride of him. I twitched my short skirt so that it swirled around my hips. His eyes couldn't help but follow the movement, but stopped as he saw what was revealed. I watched him gulp and take a deep breath.

`Have you fixed the leak? Have you plumbed everything that needs to be plumbed?'

He stammered inarticulately, asking what else did I need plumbing?

`Can't you guess?' I said, twitching my skirt again, giving him a good eyeful of my wet pussy. As he slid himself out further from the sink unit and under my body, I lowered myself down onto his face.

`Suck on this, and I might just suck on yours,' I said hoarsely.

With that I sank onto his face and let him tongue and suck my clit. He wasn't that good, but, what the hell, he brought me to an orgasm, so it wasn't time wasted. While in the middle of that orgasm, I quickly swivelled round and tore open the front of his jeans and pulled out his erect cock. It was circumcised, but I didn't let that stop me from taking it into my mouth and sucking him off which didn't take long. A few pumps of my hand as I created a massive suction with my mouth and he shot his load. I kept a tight hold of his cock between my lips as I sucked and

swallowed his come. With a few more spasmodic jerks, he was finished. I then told him to fuck off. So, with a quick scrabble of him putting his tools (sic) away, he went.

But in spite of brusque way that I treated him, the next time I phoned the council with a complaint about their services, I had that particular workman round in double quick time. Word must have spread, but I didn't give out my favours to every Tom, Dick or Harry. Well probably to Dick, anyway.

I called him Dick, though that wasn't his name. But you should have seen it. His dick I mean. It was at least ten inches long. Not thick, but long and slender, with a slight curve up to the right. That is if you were holding it in your hand from his perspective.

He came in response to my call for help in respect of the boiler. T

he pilot light had gone out and I couldn't get it going again.

I couldn't but admire the cheeky bastard. He made me get down on the floor to show him where the sight glass was for the boiler. So with both of us on our knees, leaning forward on our elbows, peering through the little gap that these stupid manufacturers insist be at the lowest level of the boiler. He had his hand on my thigh as we both tried to look at the nonexistent light, when he came up with the suggestion that I thought was very good at the time. That he would need to probe into the depths with his own special tool.

This broke me up. There I was on my hands and knees, laughing, and saying, okay, go ahead and use your special tool, I'm waiting.

He moved behind me and lifted my skirt up onto my back. I heard him fumble with his zip and then his hand moved my panties to one side and I felt the head of his cock push up against my pussy. It was now dribbling and I knew what was coming, (no joke), and with a quick shove, his cock slid up into me.

Now I do like it doggy fashion sometimes, and this was a good one. As I said it was a long slender prick, which tickled me in the right places as he fucked me. With his hands firmly grasping my hips, he bucked and fucked till I orgasmed, and he let fly his load. I think it was his bent tool that made me come. It tickled me in just the right place. As with the plumber, when he had finished, (not just with me, but the job he was sent here for,) I told him to fuck off.

As I said earlier, Mike knew of these peccadilloes of mine. At the time,

I didn't think of the consequences, but of just getting the job done by the

workmen at the time. This way I didn't have to give them a tip, i.e.

money.

They were the only two till I became a cleaner for Philippa's agency, but again, that is later in the story.

The next, what I would call, the biggest step in my life, was the birth of my daughter. Mike was the father and let there be no doubt about that in spite of my other liaisons. How she came about was just one of those things. Not planned nor even contemplated. It just happened.

As I have said, Monday was my usual day and night off from the pub. This was the Bank Holiday of August. Now Dave asked me to work, as it was a holiday for the working class', as he put it, but not for the pub trade. He got my usual answer to requests to work extra time, Fuck off'.

So I went off with Mike and a couple of friends. Not the original crowd, but new friends that we had acquired since we had been together, and decided on a day at the races. Now the Bank Holiday Monday in August in the racing world, is Epsom. The big race of the day is the Moet Chandon Cup. But that is bye the bye.

We had some bets on the first couple of races, which we watched from the beer tent. Where else would we watch them from? I was pissed off. My placepot went down in the second race and I really lost interest in the silly performance from then on.

`Let's go see the horses,' I begged of Mike. We were in the middle of the racecourse, so the parade ring was a no-no for us, but we could see them if we went up to the rails.

So I suppose it was my fault that instead of going down the hill to the closest rails on the finishing straight, I took Mike's hand in mine, and went up the hill toward where the longest races started.

It took quite some time, after skirting the kiosks selling the inedible offerings, and waded through the thick greensward towards the rails at the top of the hill.

It was so quiet up there, away from the crowds. There was a gently breeze blowing, the sun was hot, and so was I. When we stopped up close to the white painted rails, I grabbed Mike and kissed him hard and he responded quickly by bearing me down onto the thick turf and proceeded to disrobe me. That didn't take long. I was wearing the minimum with the temperatures of the day. So bollock naked, as they say, I lay back on the soft grass. My few clothes scattered around me. Mike stood above me and slowly did a strip dance. His shirt, his belt, his shoes. It was the trousers that gave him a problem and he fell over doing his `Zorba' dance while trying to take them off. We laughed together as he bounced off the turf and into my arms.

Then it was bliss with this big naked man of mine. My man kissing me all over, starting at my feet, and slowly working his way up my leg, my inner thighs, my stomach and up over my heaving breasts to kiss me strongly, and yet tenderly. I loved him deeply then. His weight was as nothing when I could feel that truncheon of his hard against my thigh. He bent his head back down and suckled on my breasts, bringing the nipples up erect and throbbing. My pussy started to weep with the excess fluid that had started to flow. He left my breasts and went down and

sucked at the still flowing juices from my heavenly gates.

My pleasure bud he nibbled on, making it hard and very sensitive. With his tongue agitating my vagina, I couldn't hold back much longer. I wanted his cock, not his tongue put there so I heaved him up by pulling on his ears, that I called his love handles, which prompted me into a fit of giggles as I thought of the joke that how does a woman hold her liqueur? Make that licker, and the answer is by the ears.

I pulled him up and opened my legs and let that magnificent tool slide up into its rightful place. He was big that day. Mike was a stag! A rampant ram! He rammed, reamed and creamed me as he made love to me, thrashing around on the grass. The breeze blowing up around my burning parts, his pounding hips forcing his cock as deep as he could inside me. The completeness, the satisfaction that his large member was giving me as I came in two separate waves that combined to make one huge tidal force of passion. The earth pounded. It bounced and the heavens moved for me.

I didn't hear the cat calls of the jockeys as they thundered past us two copulating figures on the grass. To me, it was Mike who made the earth move, not the horses passing by.

I screamed out to the world as I reached and passed the most ecstatic feeling I have ever experienced and I came again as he blew me apart with his own coming. Our mutual explosions mingled together, welding us tighter than we had ever been before. Soaked in love and passion, we clung to each other in the after throes of our coupling. Sweat and tears mingled between us as we lay closely entwined, slowly coming back to earth. Me, still feeling that large part of him still inside of me, slowly, but slowly, shrinking. My thighs tightening, trying to hold him inside.

But nature has her own way, and it slowly slipped out, leaving me sobbing at the loss.

Mike couldn't understand my tears, or the reason for them and I didn't try to explain. I let him comfort me in his own way. He helped me get dressed and I was soon back to my ebullient self as we skipped, well I did, down the hill to meet back up with the others.

Now I know, and no one is going to convince me different, that that was the time that my daughter was conceived. Apart from the usual talk of the menstrual cycle and all that crap, a mother knows instinctively when she has conceived and I know it was that day on the downs at Epsom.

With my surname being Downs, what else could I name my daughter but Epsom!

The birth didn't actually happen till just after nine months later. She was born after three hours of agony that I'll never forget, but would go through it again to produce that wonderful bundle of joy.

But I've digressed slightly, and jumped ahead of myself again and I could follow that up by saying that it was Mike who jumped me that day, but I think it was a mutual leap.

We joined the others back at the beer tent, Mike getting a leer and a wink and was pulled off to visit the covered trestle tables that served as the bar. The other girl who was with us, I still can't remember her name, asked if we had enjoyed our walk up the hill. Who tumbled who down it she asked as she pulled some strands of grass from the hair at the back of my head?

I had to grin I felt so wonderful and that I just had to tell her. She grinned back and hugged me and over her shoulder I could see the two boys laughing and clapping each other on the back. So everyone knows, so what!

Not knowing whether we had won or lost money, I was in a gay mood as we went back home and finished up in a bar in Clapham. I don't think the boys knew it, but we had wandered into a Gay bar. They said they'd get the drinks and for us to go sit at a vacant table near the back. We didn't twig either till we sat down at the table. On it was a magazine called `Pink'.

Thinking it was a woman's mag with that title, I flipped it open. We both gasped at the page layout of men. Two of the pictures had men kissing each other. One was a man holding another man's penis, and the big picture was a full frontal male nude with the biggest dong I'd ever seen.

We both burst into a fit of giggles, hands over mouths, as we quickly flipped over more pages with similar pictures. I quickly turned the magazine over as the two boys came over with the drinks and sat down.

`You were a long time at the bar. Get chatted up?' I asked.

What's er name, had just taken a sip of her drink, and spluttered at my words. As her back was patted, Mike said, No. Why?'

`Look around.' I said, which they both did. Then looked at each other and shrugged.

`Well?' I asked.

Well what?' Mike said, taking a big drink of beer, I don't see nothing strange.'

It's us that strange,' I replied, and then I turned the magazine over and opened it. It's a Gay bar.'

Bloody hell,' said Mike's friend, let's get the hell out of here. Wow,' he now exclaimed seeing the large centre picture on the table. `Look at the size of that!'

`Puts yours to shame, don't it?' his partner said.

`That's a touched up photograph that is,' he said.

`I wouldn't mind being touched up by that,' she countered.

Well you can think again,' he replied, swallowing down the last of his beer, we're getting out of here.' He slammed down his empty glass on the picture. Stood up and pulled his girl friend to her feet. `Come on.'

To us he said, `It's been a great day Mike and Angel, but I gotta go to work in the morning, so we'll be going. Sees you later.'

He exited the bar very quickly, dragging his girl behind him, half running to keep upright.

What an arsehole.' Mike said, stating the obvious, I don't know what she sees in that prick. I don't know why we invited them out with us anyway.'

I lifted the empty glass off of the page and set it on the table. There was a wet ring from the bottom of the glass. It perfectly circled that large penis, really highlighting it.

`I think he's suffering from Sads,' I said.

`Sads! What kind of a word is that?' Mike asked.

`Sads is an acronym,' I replied.

`What's that?' was his answer.

You bloody ignoramus,' I said, my finger tracing the wet ring, An acronym is a word that each letter is the start of a separate word. S is for size. A is for and, D is for deficiency, and the other S is for syndrome. Size and deficiency syndrome, get it?'

He was watching my finger trace the circle around that large cock in the picture as I spoke.

`Yeah. I get it. He's got a small dick!'

Bravo,' I cried, slipping my hand under the table and touching him, but you've got nothing to worry about, have you?'

Of course not,' he puffed, squaring his shoulders, I'm as big as that when I get going, aren't I?'

Of course darling,' I said, giving his semi erection a squeeze, let's go home and use it as we did this afternoon.' We left the bar without any interference, but Mike was much appraised by some of the frank looks of invitation to stay. He didn't see them, but I did, and hurried him out of there. I wasn't about to let another man steal him away.

We got each other home and staggered into the bedroom and he would quickly strip off, just throwing his clothes in the general direction of the chair, and then lay flat on his back on his side of the bed. He always did this the nights we went to bed together. He just liked to watch me strip, to move nice and slow, especially when I wore stockings with a garter belt. I would undo the clips on the skirt, and let it drop to the floor. Then slowly unbutton my blouse, if I was wearing one, and with as much grace as possible, let it slip from my shoulders and off my arms. This would also drop to the floor. I would bring my hands up my body and under my breasts and lift them up and slowly rotate them.

Mike would now have his prick in his hand, fondling it and watch as I would then release the studs from the stocking tops, and in turn, lift a leg onto the chair and roll then down and off. My breasts would swing from side to side with my movements. Sliding the garter belt round my stomach till the clip was at the front, I would then unclip it and lift it up for him to see before I let it drop.

My pussy would be quite wet now, his prick quite erect and hard with his hand moving gently up and down. I'd slip my hands inside my panties, running them down to finger my pussy while he watched. I'd groan, close my eyes with my head thrown back. This would go on for a few minutes till I could hear him getting restless. Then the panties would be slowly pushed down over my hips, which I would wiggle to help them fall past my knees.

Then I would approach the bottom of the bed and slowly climb up onto it, my knees straddling his legs. Bending forward till my heavy tits brushed him along his shins, my head would bend and...

But we didn't do this that night. It was a tearing off of both our clothes and he crushed my naked body against his as we fell onto the unmade bed. Frantic kisses, tongues licking and legs entwined. I rubbed my pubes hard against his thigh, his erection squashed between us as were my breasts. I could feel my orgasm starting to build, so I rolled till I was on top of Mike.

Breaking off the kissing, I shook my hair free from my face and knelt up, still astride him. I lifted his cock upright and rubbed it against my wet slit before lowering myself down onto it. Mike groaned as the head slid into my crack. I bobbed slightly to lubricate it, and then sank down, his shaft expanding my inside as he filled me. I couldn't help but let out a sigh with the breath I had been holding. That throbbing piece of meat sending pulsating waves of warmth up through to my stomach, my vagina muscles contracting, holding him tight with our pubes touching.

Then I started to move. Up and down I went on that shaft and orgasmed immediately, but kept on riding him as another was on its way. Sweat started to run down my breasts and flick off as they bounced in my rhythm. I had to rub my nipples they were so hard that they ached.

Mike was calling out as his hips bucked up to me, his hands banging the bed.

`I'm coming...I'm coming. Don't stop Angel. Aaargh,' he groaned as he stiffened his body, only his hips still pumping upward as his load shot up into me. I could feel the spurts. It's true! I could. I'd always thought it was a bit of fiction made up to excite the readers of pulp fiction, but I knew then that it was fact.

As he spurted, I exploded. It was one hell of an orgasm and I screamed as I shook and ground my hips downward as a flood of juices poured from me. I fell forward onto Mike, twitching and jerking as that incredible heat flowed through me, my sweaty breasts mashed against his wet heaving chest. I was panting heavily into his neck as I lay there, his arms coming up round and holding me. His erection still deep within me, no longer throbbing, but still feeling large and heavy. I was so happy, I wanted to die. This was heaven. A strong man holding me with his big cock inside of me creating a great warmth that was flowing through and through me.

I was happy for many months, even with the morning sickness that told me I was pregnant. Mind you, it's not very pleasant to rush from your bed to talk to the white porcelain, but knowing the reason took the edge off that nastiness. But that time passed and I was then content knowing that a baby was growing inside of me. Not just content, but delirious with happiness. Mike was too! Our passion for each other increased. Sex! It wasn't just sex. It was pure animal lust and I think I wore the poor bugger out.