The Time: 4.00 PM 8th February 2025.
The Place: That familiar Orgy House in the backwaters of the London borough of Sutton, known to some as the 'House of Poitier'. Any quick Google search of that moniker will furnish you with my particulars than you can shake the proverbial stick at.
Summary:
Sausage-fest extraordinaire. From the moment of commencement, around thirty odd stark bollock naked gents of all description - as an aside, and not committing any blasphemy, this is what many a religion tells us the 'Day of Judgement' will be - perfect strangers to each other are gathered completely shamelessly and unselfconsciously with one object in mind: to splatter various ladies with man batter, and by Jingo, do they go for it!!
The cast:
Apart from the fellas, who make a point of 'casting a cloak of invisibility' around each other, there were four birds. Two oriental stunners, and two English women. Mandy Mischief, an English bird was delightful, funny, friendly, obliging and with a great pair of tits. The other English bird, Bianca Bounds was up for it and accomodating. As for the Oriental ladies, Luna was absolutely drop dead gorgeous, and as for Samantha, has ever a more skilled and dedicated fellatrice lived.
All ladies stroked carressed, kneaded and pulled plonkers with care and finesse, lots of lovely ball sack squeezing and carressing too, and as for the name of the game, the oral, all took dick fully in the mouth, no Johnnies, lots and lots of lovely mouth and tongue action. I don't know if loads wre swallowed, but as this was a bukakke event, enough Harry Monk to float HMS invincible was lovingly and triumphantly spunked over willing tits, faces and bodies. A Les Dawson 'letch' face is firmly being pulled here!
I must add that I particularly loved Samantha - or is it Lucy? 's little embellishment of firmly looking straight into the fella of the moment's eyes with those beautiful dark Oriental eyes of hers, gazing intently and unflinchingly while she does the deed. Such a refreshing change from the outright hostility one so often gets from domestic WGs.
In short, thoroughly recommended. One does need a certain fortitude and strong stomach to overcome the roughhousing - but believe me, although all the attendees strictly kept their distance, they were all, to a fault impeccably mannered - which is inherent in such an event, and is reflected in the bargain price of £50 per two hours, and as many goes as you can manage! - it is every punter's hidden fifteen year old child within, complete with permanent stiffy, dream come true.
