"Yeah you're probably right. It's a bit of a long way to go though just to get some attention."
Chris smiled. He saw her on her hands and knees, rocking backwards and forwards as another cock, this one black, thick and long, split open her arsehole as it pushed deep into her rectum. Chris looked down and saw the long blue-black hair falling forward to cover her face as her thin, girlish shoulders knotted to support her arms. He studied her narrow neck as it bent over in a soft curve allowing her head to drop towards the floor. He looked further back to her buttocks and saw the anus widening as the penis thrust its full length into her narrow channel, then relax again as it withdrew.
"They should be here soon," said Ray looking at his watch, "he said about 11'oclock." He took a packet of Dunhill from his jacket pocket, lit one and took a long draw on the tipped cigarette, a satisfied look on his face. He coughed again with less ferocity. "Ahh! That's better. Gets the old lungs working again. Helps clear them out."
Chris looked at the man opposite as he smoked in silence, The girl had rocked back onto her heels, her bare back against the black man's chest, his cock still embedded in her arse. Chris saw large hands clutch her breasts and begin squeezing and kneading them out of shape, fingers pinching her nipples as she bounced gently up and down on the intruder spurting its warm load deep into her bowels.
He blinked and shook his head. "What did you say Ray? I was miles away."
His friend chuckled. "A sign of old age. So they say. I asked whether you were going to watch the game this afternoon."
"Every time they play at home you ask that same question. Of course I'm going. Wouldn't miss it for the world."
"Do I? Do I really? Do I really ask you every time," he rose to his feet chuckling, "well bugger me, I never realised." Still chuckling to himself he made his way through the crowded coffee bar to the gents toilet at the back of the room.
Chris stared out at the traffic jam outside caused by a small white car trying to make a U-turn, not quite making it and stalling across the two lanes.
His eyes glazed. He saw her naked, bent forward over a billiard table in a smokey bar. Her arms were outstretched and her tiny hands were tightly gripping the sides of the table. The queue of men slowly shuffled forward as each took his turn and her thighs were dripping with the deposits of so many insertions. Somewhere he heard laughter and the sound of money changing hands. Then she was lifted onto the table and turned over, her head hanging over the end, with her mouth wide open as another queue formed in front of her face.
"That's better," said Ray, "since I've been taking those new pills the doctor gave me I've got to go all the time. Damn getting old!"
"Yeah, I know what you mean. They give you one thing to cure something and it gives you another problem to deal with."
The traffic in the street was beginning to untangle itself as the white car was manhandled to the curb. Slowly at first the line of vehicles moved forward and then, as the way became clearer, it began to move faster.
A black London cab detached itself from the end of the line and stopped outside the "Chew and Chat".
"Well it looks as though they're here," said Ray with a smirk, "now we'll see what piece of young flesh Paddy's got himself involved in."
Chris looked intently out of the window. In his mind's eye he saw the open mouth, the gaping cunt, the dilated arsehole; and he saw her spunk covered body jerking and writhing between the hardness of her many lovers.
The cab door opened and out stepped Paddy. His fat shape clothed in a pair of light tan slacks and a large floral shirt big enough to hide some of his bulk. He turned his back to the coffee shop as he helped someone out of the cab and for a moment the two watchers could see nothing but a pair of dainty feet stepping onto the pavement. Then Paddy and his wife walked towards them.
As he saw them Paddy waved with one hand as he held his other arm protectively around the shoulders of the short, plump, late middle aged woman with greying hair. A gold tooth glistening in a mouth fixed in an uncertain grin as she stared apprehensively around her, nestling against the body of her husband.
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