To tell the truth, I would've been shattered by this time in the morning normally – I certainly wasn't a student anymore! It was past 2am and the five of us; the lovely Yannah, big boy Chrysler, chick with an attitude Fin, bloke in a dress 'Anne' and myself were sitting in an all night pizza joint somewhere near the Southampton seafront having bid the club farewell half an hour earlier. I was still on a high from all the sex I'd had with strangers in the club that night (not a usual occurrence for me at all!) and the fact that the fairest of them all, my gorgeous smooth skinned hourglass shaped Indian Yannah (who's delightfully dainty hand was currently residing in my crotch under the table while we shared a menu) had stayed with me and was planning on coming back for even more. I occasionally stole a look at the menu when I wasn't drowning in the eternity of her deep, dark eyes.
Chrysler had a menu all to himself while from the look on 'her' face Fin had found and was obviously having fun with the tool I'd met earlier in 'Anne's' nylon panties. The perplexed look on her face was hilarious. I wondered how 'Anne' was enjoying the needle sharp nails that Chrysler had told me Fin knew how to use on a man's instrumentation. Eventually we got around to ordering a mountain of garlic bread, cheese, spaghetti sauce and a pizza that would probably be big enough to feed the Sudan.
There were 3 other couples and a rowdy bunch of pissed-up lads in the place. Since we'd all had some action already that night in the club, dirty talk came naturally in hushed whispers and childish giggles. It got around, of course, to the most inappropriate place you'd had or administered a blow job.
We laughed, gasped, and on occasion said "bullshit" to the increasingly taller tales.
"Anybody ever done it under the table of a pizza parlour while they cook your food?" asked 'Anne' the gothic transvestite who was still a bit upset no-one had believed 'her' story about swallowing a 16-year-old virgin's messy cum from his first ever blow job; 10 minutes before unloading in his scared and surprised mouth (despite the fact he was 'straight, but I'll try it just this once') in a church store-room right after Sunday School.
"You wouldn't!" challenged Chrysler. "The shit'll be here in like 10 minutes!"
'Anne' didn't answer, 'she' just smiled broadly and evilly with her jet black lips and in the blink of an eye slinked under the table to whoops and claps from all of us, except Chrysler who stared dumbfoundly ahead a moment before gritting his teeth and letting out a big
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH... " as his flies were undone for him and 'Anne' started to do what 'she' did so damn well.
I more than the 2 girls (well obviously) knew just what his blacksnake was about to go through. Not only did the TV give a top rate no-holds-barred-head-job, but the tongue stud 'she' wore made an awful lot of difference. Chysler slapped his hand hard down on the table and failed not to let out a few more "ARGH'S" as 'Anne' went at him. I smiled secretly to myself while I held Yannah's hand in mine on my knee knowing that I had already had both sides of the show under my belt : I knew exactly what 'Anne' was enjoying by having Chrysler's lovely black 8 ½" monster was in 'her' mouth, I also knew exactly what fantastic sensations Chrysler's orgasm was being brought on by with 'Anne's' mouth at work on his cock. I'd also fed Chrysler my cock and had the transvestite taste of 'Anne' in my mouth too.
Chrysler gritted his teeth as beads of sweat burst through his shiny forehead and took a fistful of tablecloth as the tortuous pain and unrivalled pleasure of the pierced tongue worked hard on his most erogenous zone; trying to act as cool as he could as the Puerto Rican waiter with 5 days stubble brought out the garlic bread, spag' sauce and cheese.
"Your friend?" he asked in accented English, pointing to the empty space 'Anne' was sitting at before 'she' shattered all of our doubts about 'her' exhibitionism.
"Oh, no problem mate. She's... errr... gone to the khazi. " I explained. "Too much beer!" I added with a stupid grin and drinking motion.
"Your friend?" he pointed at Chysler, who was continuing to shudder, squeal and fidget uncomfortably but doubtless in ecstasy. "OK?"
"Oh yea! He's cool. He just needs to go to bed" I offered lamely, trying not to giggle even as Yannah and Fin tittered girlishly.
"OK. " He said with don't-give-a-damn look. "Enjoy, my friends. " equally half-heartedly.
We certainly were drawing looks from the others in the restaurant, who either wanted to know what was going on, or had figured it out and were trying to give the eye to Fin or Yannah. One girl slapped the boy she was with, which made me burst out laughing and got me a look that could kill from little-Miss-Prim-n-Proper.
"You want some sauce on that?" Fin asked below the table, and we all pissed ourselves giggling again, apart from Chrysler.
He instead let out an almighty roar as his body bolted and jolted as his climax came after 5 minutes of 'Anne' giving it 'her' best under the table. MmmmmmMmmmMmmMMMMmmm... I envied the man, cumming in 'Anne's' mouth earlier that evening had been thoroughly enjoyable for me and I knew how big a smile Chrysler would be wearing as soon as he had collected himself.
'Anne' slid back into 'her' chair and on the table, speechless, with lips pursed into a big smile. We all started cheering, except once again for Chrysler who quietly accepted my extended hand of congratulations. 'Anne', as if 'she' weren't already man of the hour, gave us all another surprise and earned another huge whoop of pride when she grabbed Fin's face with both hands and thrust 'her' mouth onto hers.
From the sudden struggle Fin put up for exactly one second and the wide-eyed look on her face told us that Chrysler's thick gooey spunk was trading mouths. Yannah squealed beside me, either in pleasure or disbelief at the filth her bi/lesbian lover was partaking in with the cross-dresser. I thought it was a shame that Fin had already blown Chrysler back at the club and probably had a good idea what that hot love tasted like, and wasn't getting this opportunity to eat my cum.
I wondered how tough and militant she would look and act with a gobful of that and me wanking a few last splashes over her face. And of course, she didn't half make me horny with her unbelievably fit body... imagine doing it with a chick who's stronger, tougher, and faster than you; WOW.
I made a mental note to make sure I came in her mouth as soon as possible, either tonight if we ended up having a proper orgy or the next day at the Swingers' Club when we would be sure to do so if that all went to plan. After a minute of frenzied and messy open-mouthed-cum-kissing 'Anne' and Fin released each other.
'Anne' still held the bigger grin, and we could all see 'her' proudly-cum-stained tongue. Fin looked bewildered for a second (a facial expression I thought looked very out of place with her facial piercings and general tired don't-fuck-with-me-I'm-a-chick-with-an-attitude thing) and then drew a gasp then applause from us all when she gulped... like a cartoon swallow; then licked her lips. WOW OH WOW!!!
I saw for the first time she had a pierced tongue as well... but a small gold pyramid shaped stud above and beneath rather than the silver bar that 'Anne' sported. FUCK. I bet that's a fantastic blow job to get! And no wonder Yannah is bi/lesbian... I'll bet once you've had an oral orgasmotron like that dive into your snatch no man can ever compare. I prided myself on how hard I'd made Yannah cum with when I went down on her back in the club despite this thought.
Chrysler was eventually coming back to his senses and smiling very sheepishly by the time our sweaty Puerto-Rican friend turned up with the pizza, finding the munchies untouched.
"You no like?" he asked, motioning the table.
"Everything's fine thank you. " Yannah ventured with a sweet smile, as if the debauchery had never happened in the man's restaurant.
"OK. You like my pizza, 'uh? Enjoy. "
We did dig into the garlic bread, dunking it into now lukewarm spaghetti sauce and got through about a third of the seriously average pizza and got a cab back to Chrysler's flat. Once again our host sat up front with the driver, but this time Yannah played tonsil tennis with Fin on the way back; and I had an uncomfortably enjoyable hard-on brought on not only by watching the show but also by 'Anne' refusing to keep 'her' hand out of my pocket and tickling me through the thin material.
It was a battle for the bathroom as we tripped over each other trying to make it for a piss before the next person when we got back to Chrysler's flat. Eventually when all that was done and no one had wet themselves, we made it to the king-size bed in Chrysler's bedroom, bypassing completely the sofa where Chrysler had fucked me senseless hours before, and where we had sucked each other off and watched porno's the week before. The sofa where I tasted my first black cock and lost my anal virginity to the same hard rod that same week before. The sofa where I'd taken my bisexuality to the next step at last, only 1 week before. And now, that loyal sofa was giving way to the king-size in the bedroom, with the quilt flung to the floor and clothes going the same way from 4 other bodies.