12-8 Chines Motorboats

Themes: mast, lez, ws, light scat

This in an offshoot project from the Margey Household chronicles. Some of the characters are the same, some new. Read the other stories in the series (Books 1-11) to find out the full background or some of it won’t make any sense.

Warning: The events and characters in this story are imaginary. If you attempt to duplicate them in real life, you will end up sharing a jail cell with a big fat man called Bubba

Chapter 12-8 Chinese Motorboats

by Stack of Books

(1291 words)

Margey and I had been only once to Ken’s restaurant, the one nearby, a while ago, to sit down to eat (maybe her birthday, can’t remember). Luckily, our two friends were not there that time, and none of their staff knew us, so we avoided any embarrassing arguments of “It’s on the house” and we paid normally. Otherwise, after that, we just rang in our takeaway orders with a CC like every other punter.

So, according to Ken’s generous offer, the following Saturday, my partner and I and the two sisters decided to try the second and newest one. That part of town was unfamiliar to all of us, and we had a job finding it. Eventually, we walked over the threshold, and the Wangs rushed over to greet and welcome us. Ken steered the 3 ladies into the cloakroom, hung up their coats, and motorboated them (on top of their clothes of course) and showed them to a quiet corner table. Martha also pushed me into that dark place, lifted up her T-shirt (braless of course), and implored me to go ‘Brrr’ to her massive melons and had a mini orgasm as a result.

Table for four, please, I solemnly intoned.

Yes sir, of course, she replied, trying hard not to smirk. Is that with or without pee games?

Sotto voce: You fucking wish. But I’m ready if you are!, I rejoindered, and she rushed away, giggling, into the kitchen.

As we ate, the subject of the sounding rods inevitably came up.