Get Your Rocks Off!

By | January 25, 2007

How come as you get older your tolerance for drink diminishes?  When I was younger I could drink a lot more than I can now and wake up without a headache.  Mind you I did throw up quite a lot, so that could have something to do with the lack of the morning afters.  😀

These days, I don’t tend to drink every day like back then.  So I suppose your alcohol tolerance does reduce.  I used to drink bottle after bottle of Newcastle Brown and then headbang.  Not a problem…I don’t think I could do that now.  Ouch!

At the time I was going out with a guy who I shall call T to protect his identity (unless he reads this.  🙂  )  His parents had recently split up (dad had run off with another woman) and his mother had found comfort in attending a singles club and finding a fellow soul mate to sleep with.  I know…Consequently, at the tender age of ** (ha, ha, you thought I was going to give our ages away didn’t you.  😛 )  T was left the keys to the door of the flat he shared with his mother.

Only a couple of days in to T’s freedom I called round to see him, it was a Saturday or Sunday I can’t recall but it doesn’t matter.  We decided to check out his parents drinks cabinet.  I started with the Blue Curacao, does anyone apart from his mum drink that stuff any more?  Lol  I can’t remember, I think it tastes of oranges, not a bad taste but an awful colour.  I bet it would make for interesting vomit.  Errr, strike that.

We put on the music, Motorhead, Deep Purple, Black Sabbath…the drinking went on all the way through the afternoon to the early evening.  We tasted every alcoholic drink in that cabinet and if we liked it we finished the bottle.  🙂  So with the music blaring out and the booze flowing we headbanged our way through most of the oldies and then later we banged.

I remember clearly he came up to me undid his flies, reached under my skirt and pulled my panties to one side.  He then spun me around and pushed me over his mothers favourite velour chair.  He was a rather large guy in more ways than one and he stretched my pussy as he entered me.  I cried out and he kept on pushing in to me.

It was strange kind of pleasure/pain and I wanted him so much that I grew to accommodate his girth quite quickly.  😉  He fucked me with vigour over the back of that chair and I was verbally appreciative as he took me.  Both of us were close to orgasm as we heard “bang, bang, bang”…it appeared to be coming from the floor below us.

T continued to ram in and out of me and we both came not wishing to be put off by the bloody neighbours down stairs, we were far too gone for that.  After he filled me with his see he withdrew, walked round the chair and slumped in to it with his cock hanging out of his trousers.

I pulled down my skirt and went to the bathroom to clean up the cum which had run down my inner thighs.  The next thing I heard was Paranoid booming out of the stereo.  T had turned up the volume and was now thrashing about in the room when I returned.

We made some dinner and then picked up where we left off with the free bar.  As the night progressed I got more and more devilish and I decided to have a bit of fun with the people downstairs.

I tied a coin to a thin piece of thread and dangled it out of the window.  I don’t know how they didn’t hear us laughing it was so loud, I nearly wet myself at one point.  When I had regained composure I moved the string so that the coin swung and banged in to the window.  I did this several times, making a tapping sound on the pane.

Then I heard someone lifting the latch to the window, so we quickly withdrew and pulled the window too.  We heard the woman below shout “who’s there?” and being more than a little inebriated we started laughing uncontrollably again.

When I look back now I suppose it was a naughty thing to do but if my mother hadn’t told me how she had done this to her parents when she was a kid then I wouldn’t have known about it.  Therefore it was all down to her.  Parents have a lot to answer for.  lol