Midnight Fuck Symphony

She would come and sit next to me on the quiet nights. The other nights she would be working the bar. It’s not that she was ugly, she wasn’t I just didn’t want to pay her to fuck me. Call me old fashioned but if you want a mechanic you go to a mechanics, if you want a whore you go to a whorehouse. I go to a bar to drink and if I find myself fucking a broad at the beginning, middle or end of the night then it’s a bonus.

The locals knew her as ‘Manic Mandy’.

Everyone else knew her as a good fuck.

Some nights she would come back to my house and drink wine and talk shit about all the supposed famous people she knew.

“I once fucked Garry Sweet you know”

“Yeah I know”

“I use to get drunk with Mick Molloy you know”

“Yeah I know”

“I use to…….”

“Listen Mandy if you’re going to sit there and talk shit all night I’m going to ask you to leave”

“I’m just making conversation”

“Yeah I know”

Manic Mandy had this ass, this big fucking ass which tipped the average punter over the edge when she would turn her back on them and walk away” She called this the ‘walk away’ and it worked every time. She would hit them up for a fuck and if they said no she would say “What a shame, you could have ALL this you know” and she would walk away wiggling that fat ass. It drove the punters wild.

Mandy was also as mad as a cut snake.

You could be having a conversation with her one minute and trying to stop her slitting your throat the next. You never fell asleep on her, always with one eye open and especially when she had been drinking.

Mandy had bought with her a friend this night, Stacy, Stacy the dole collecting mother of three, who had taken it upon her to invite herself. I didn’t argue, what’s the fucking point.

Stacy was this little fat thing that straight away reminded me of a little pig, a snorting, snuffling, wiggling little pig. She had the small pushed up noes of a pig, and when she laughed she would end it with a snort.

She repulsed me.

But she was a tremendous laugh. Everything that came out her mouth was hilarious.
“Ahh this is how she got fucked I thought” she would laugh you into bed.

The three of us sat there in my room drinking wine and laughing at Stacy the dole snorting pig.

After numerous bottles of wine and trips to the toilet I was left sitting in my chair alone drinking wine, watching Mandy’s tit’s go up and down as she slept and breathed and in perfect time with Stacy’s snoring who was passed out on the sofa in the hallway between my room and the toilet . I found myself in a trance watching Mandy’s tits go up and down to the beat of Stacy the snoring, snorting dole collecting mother of three.

I don’t know how long I was trapped in this seemingly endless cycle of breathing, snoring, tit rising, tit falling deep sleep, wine dinking performance, but when I snapped too I had an almighty urge to fuck.

I went over and jumped in next to Mandy who was asleep on my bed. I grabbed one of those snoring tits in my mouth and gave it a little nip with my teeth to wake her.

“Huh what are you doing?”

“What does it look like?”

“Where’s Stacy?”

“Fuck Stacy”

I ripped Mandy’s panties off and threw them to the gods, spread her ‘walk away’ ass cheeks apart with both hands and entered her cunt for hire. It was a slow drawn out fuck with each stroke Mandy moaned, and every second stroke backed by Stacy’s snoring.

It was a midnight fuck symphony.

When I came her cunt gripped my cock and sucked every last bit of cum out of me, a lifetime never ending torrent of cum, my whole body trembled and collapsed in fulfilment.

I got up wiped myself off with her god panties and retreated back to my chair for more wine and the amazing snoring, pig tit extravaganza.

I don’t know how long I had been asleep for but when I woke Mandy and Stacy were still in sync. I got up to go for a piss and passed Stacy in the hallway snoring. I stopped and looked at her, looked at her face. She actually took on a softness when she slept, her harshness was taken away. Her snoring became cute; I was looking at her in a different way.

I shook my head “Get a grip man”.

I went for my piss and as I was pissing my cock got hard.

Flow cut off.

I went and stood in front of Stacy with my hard cock thinking “What kind of wine would do this to a man I must call the distributor, first thing”

I lent down and kissed those obscene sexy ugly lips, gee she was a fat little thing. She didn’t protest at all, she opened her legs and I entered. She was a little female pig, farting and grunting, sniffling and wiggling. When I came it wasn’t like with Mandy- long and trembling- it was just splot splot and then over. I got off and before I could get back to my chair I could here her snoring again.

Amazing- she fucked like she breathed- nothing to it.

I sat there in my chair and thought; Man must have been doing this for century’s. Why? Because each woman fucks just that little bit differently, and that’s what keeps a man going, that’s what keeps a man trapped.

I woke in the chair, the morning sun on my face and Beethoven’s Symphony No.9 playing on the radio.

The girls were gone.

A mix of hangover and memories of the midnight fuck symphony now playing in my head with Beethoven,

God’s panties on the floor

I must call that distributor.