Following the astounding success of my Wing Man thread have any of you indulged in the age old tradition of pulling a pig when out for a night with your mates or on holiday? I've never intentionally gone out in order to pull a pig deliberately but have had a few by default. Do you think older, fatter, uglier birds still to to places like Ibiza or Shagaluf knowing that by the end of the evening someone will have had enough beer and whiz to find them appealing enough to take back to the hotel for a bit of chlamydia swapping? I went to college with a bloke who was older than most of us and we were in awe of the tales he told of heading out on holiday with a points based system for copping off with the laydeez. By his scoring method if you pulled a hound every night you won by default. Tales of piggery most welcome.
In Wembley for a conference in the 90s - I was in my late teens extending my summer job in an office. Loads of us from offices all over the country went - the Glasgow office had an overwhelming amount of young males (People doing my ****ty job numbered just over 50 of both sexes - 34 of them were called Dave). Most of the lads stuck a tenner in for a Pull the Pig jackpot - it was well over £300 so competition was fierce. I shagged a Geordie lass out the back of Wembley Arena but made sure folk saw me winching her before getting dragged out - even said to the guy holding the money "I'm away to pump this shocker - I'll get the money in the morning". I rode her fae behind whilst she held onto a drainpipe cover. Then, a guy called Dave claimed he had fingered the same lassie earlier and he demanded a share of the prize Next morning, I went to get my prize - Dave's married mate Dave had supposedly pumped something so shocking it would've made you puke. Nobody saw this made up munter and a few folk got a bit noisy about it. Dave (the winner)'s wife's pal was a manager and on the bus back fae London - meaning all debate on the subject had to be canned. I rode her bareback for absolutely **** all - could've caught anything. I'm still bitter as **** about it
I'd **** owt when I was young. I subscribed to the mantras "any hole's a goal", "you don't look at the mantelpiece while you're poking the fire" and "the bigger the cushion, the better the pushin'".
I thought this was specifically about tourneys/scoring systems Am I the only one that humped a gobshite, slutty mess in a bid for cash?
I done a right horror on holiday in Tenerife (Las Americas). What a body she had, then she turned round. Teeth like a Gruffalo, my mates all called her "Predator". She was giving me a BJ on the bed in her apartment (her wee cute pal was asleep on the other side of the bed). Her teeth were so massive and sticky out it gave my cock the fright of it's life. I fell off the bed and gave myself concussion. So concussed I couldn't even sign my traveller cheques the next day. At least I got to wake up that night with my hand on the cute one's fanny. Ahh, the good old days.
I'd love to do it for money BD. Especially since I'm getting old now and it's pretty hard work. I admire you sir.
I've done a few rough ones in my time but the worst was on a lads holiday years ago. Drunk and under the influence of various substances I pulled some bird in a club who at the time was a babe. Got back to her apartment and rode the ass off it until dawn and as the light crept through the window together with my sobering up I saw she was a proper minger. She wasn't fat but ****ing hell she was rough looking. Anyhow when it was time to get the **** out she got all clingy saying her mates had already gone off to the beach and she was all alone so being a soft **** I took her to the beach which meant a boat trip across the bay. To my horror upon disembarking the boat all my mates were on the beach next to the jetty and I had to do the walk of shame. The stick they gave me was unrelenting, even though I got lucky with a few decent lookers during the remainder of the holiday you only get remembered for ****ing a pig.
Oh FFS Gas, I think that chick was me. No wonder you thought I looked rough for a bird. Arse was killing me, great night though.
On a stag-do in Blackpool... we saw some right monsters dancing in a club, there was no cash at stake but the competition was pretty impressive. I pulled this fat bitch and decided i'd shag her in the toilets... she bent over the toilet, pulled up her short spangly skirt, pulled down her knickers.... the stench that invaded my nostrils was overwhelming! I puked up! Needless to say she wasn't too impressed as my vomit went over her back... she ran out to the sinks, got cleaned up and returned to her mates! I was off my tits on doves and couldn't stop laughing... even the taste of vomit in my throat didn't dampen the laughs we had about that one!
