Carol & Sara's Night Out

Carol and Sara's night out By Cheryl I wrote last year about my unfaithfulness and subsequent desertion of my husband. Well, my divorce finally came through in November, and since then I have definately been making up for lost time. My name's Carol by the way, I'm still only 26, pretty tall and well - proportioned. Maybe my thighs aren't perfect but most men's eyes stray first up to my 37c breasts which I'm awfully proud of. I've got curly dark hair and hazel eyes, a combination most men seem to find very attractive. It was my friend Sara who first introduced me to the numerous pubs and discos in the centre of Sunderland. She's married but she and her husband have hit a rocky patch and she's now insisting on them sleeping in separate rooms. The first time we went out on the pull together I was a bit nervous in my high court shoes and fishnets but in the end I didn't regret it. I ended up in bed with a six foot bodybuilder who showed me in no uncertain terms exactly where my ex-husband's deficiencies lay. From then on I have never looked back and had a string of well-endowed lovers. Sara is a petite blonde with a very sexy figure and whenever we hit the town there are plenty of beefy men competing for our affections. We always get into the nightclubs for free and without having to queue, we just walk straight in, allowing the stood men in the queue to feast their eyes on our gorgeous bodies. Once inside we never have to buy a drink, there are always plenty of blokes competing with each other for the privilege.I must have had at least ten different men in the last four months, the biggest being Antoine, a black guy from France. His technique was amazing, he stuffed his huge cock right up me then just lay there quite still, flexing it inside me and talking really dirty. The bastard ended up making me beg for it for about ten minutes before fucking me so hard and fast I completely lost control. Since then I suppose I have been a little spoiled, trying to suss out how big a guy's prick is and only allowing them to take me home if I think they're big enough. Sara's the same, if a man is under 7" he doesn't get a look in - and that includes her 4" husband. I agree with her, two girls like us deserve the best. There's nothing more disappointing than taking a hunky bloke home only to find that all he has to offer is a thin 5". Last time that happened to Sara she made him the poor bloke wank off while she used a huge vibrator on herself, then kicked him out at 3.a.m. Anyway, last weekend I went round to Sara's place to get ready. We were determined to find some really big men that evening so we spent a long time getting ready. I decided to wear the classic "little black dress" with nothing underneath but black silk stockings and suspenders. Sara looked stunning in very thin pink leggings at least two sizes two small for her, pink stillettos, and a plunging white cotton blouse. She got her long-suffering hubby to drive us into town. She told him that we were only going for a quiet drink but what with the way we were dressed and the overpowering smell of perfume in the car it was pretty obvious that we were out cock-hunting. As we swayed into the disco there seemed to be plenty of beefy men in the queue, always a good sign. The first thing we did was to dance, drawing the attention of all the blokes in the club. Half an hour later I was drinking my third bacardi and Coke, flirting alternately with Mike, a rugby player, and Johnny, a black off-duty bouncer. Sara was sitting some distance away with at least three men fighting for her attention. As the evening wore on I was getting progressively more and more pissed and kept glancing into the laps of my two suitors - they both looked big. The more drunk I got the hornier I felt. While Mike was in the toilet I ran my red fingernails up Johnny's muscular thigh and asked him how big he was. "Eight thick inches, all for you, Carol" he whispered in my ear. I must admit I was tempted but at that moment Mike returned and sat down beside me. "Mike", I said hornily, crossing my legs so that my silk stocking tops were clearly on view, "Johnny says that he's got a big fat eight inch prick. Well, I love getting a good seeing-to by men with big cocks. Do you think you've got what it takes as well?" By way of an answer Mike took hold of my hand and placed it in his groin. He felt so massive I couldn't help gasping. Boy, I was really spoilt for choice. Two blokes fawning over me and neither of them prepared to back down. Just then Sara came sauntering over looking smug. Behind her followed two drooling men transfixed by the way her arse and thighs moved in those tight leggings. She told me that she'd decided to hold an impromptu party at her place but only big men were invited. She'd already invited five,and I was welcome to come along and join the party. The blokes I was with agreed to come along too and a few minutes later we strolled out on our high heels with a bloke on each arm and three more bringing up the rear. We soon found a couple of taxis but unfortunately under the "four in a taxi" rule there was one man too many. None of the blokes were willing to back down so Sara sidled up to one of her admirers - a thin looking guy with a weak chin - and ran her fingers up and down his crotch. "Sorry darling," she said sweetly, "I think we can manage without you tonight." Leaving him on the pavement we piled in the taxis and set off for Sara's place stopping off for more gin and Bacardi on the way. I was pretty pissed by then, sitting between Mike and Johnny in the back with my hands in their laps while a guy called Martin sat in the front. Sara was in the other taxi with Andy, Alan and Leroy - all black men by the way, which Sara prefers. When we arrived back Sara stuck the stereo on loud, even though she knew it would wake her estranged husband. She then sat herself in an armchair and still wearing leggings and high heels spread her thighs really wide and started to run her fingernails up and down her wet fanny, clearly visible through her knickerless leggings. "O.K. boys, I'm ready if you are" she said as her lovers began to strip. Not to be left out I stripped seductively then sat down betweem Martin and Johnny on the settee, giving them a stockinged leg each to fondle as Mike got to work on my clit with his mouth. I couldn't believe we had three men each. "If only my ex-husband could see me now," I thought as first Martin then Johnny took out cocks the like of which I'd never seen. Martin presented me with a more than adequate eight incher to suck, and as I began to swirl my tongue around it and savour it's taste Johnny placed my hand on what felt like a huge steel bar. I glanced down and couldn't quite believe my eyes - he must have been almost three times the size of my ex-husband. I'd taken a good few big black cocks since my divorce but nothing to compare to this. He must have been a foot long and thick with it. I couldn't resist it, forgetting my other two suitors I opened my mouth as wide as possible and began to force Johnny's beautiful prick down my throat. I was only able to force maybe half huge length into my mouth so I began to suck his big hairy bollocks and stroke his muscular thighs with my painted nails. "Please Johnny, I'm so wet for you..." I whispered, running my tougue up and down his massive shaft, "...I need you to shag me now in front of the others...come on darling,.." I then got up and walked over to the fireplace and lay down on a rug in full view of Sara and the other big men. She had unpicked the seam of her leggings and was masturbating herself silly at the sight of so many horny, beefy, and above all well-endowed men in the same room. As Johnny slowly thrust his way up me I can honestly say that for the first time in my life I felt truly, deeply, really satisfied. I came off again and again as Mike, Martin and Andy wanked themselves at such an erotic sight. After giving me a few gentle strokes Johnny began to really let go, snarling, gripping my bum and really ramming it home. I got sexed by six different men that night. Sara, the bitch, wouldn't let any of our horny suitors push their cocks into her juicy cunt until they'd agreed to throw her poor husband out of bed and make him to sleep in the hall. Serves him right, I suppose, for being unable to give her what she needs. Me and Sara then got on the bed and allowed our big lovers to pleasure us from every angle, every possible position, and in every possible way. We ended up with spunk in our hair, our face, and our mouths and that's after our dripping fannies had been filled to capacity. I'm now going steady with Johnny - Sara on the other hand prefers at least two men to keep her satisfied. And believe it or not, her husband has filed for divorce. Carol, Sunderland, UK 5269 1.22/512345