Rodeo Penis

I woke up this morning to drunken flashbacks of a six foot dick, me kneeling on the dirty floor of the handycapped washroom with my face positioned over the toilet bowl, and a stylish entrance into the pub which ended with me landing on the floor taking miss I want down with me. It was Sunday night at the Walkabout, and this week, they had the rodeo penis.

"Lets have a Sunday session..." Miss I want said on Friday while her, my Oz roomate and I did a day bus trip around Brighton.
"They're bringing the rodeo penis into the pub this Sunday!!" Oz said and plans were made to get fucked off chops and ride the cock.

(Rodeo Penis: Like a mechanical bull, but a six foot cock).

Miss I want and I ended up in the beer garden to begin our session at 3:00pm, my tips from the night before, weighing my pocket down. We started with chick drinks (not a usual chick drinker myself, I downed them like juice. Two in fifteen minutes). Miss I want then moved onto pints of vodka and vodka cruisers, while we both had toohey's Extra dry and numerous shots. Needless to say, by the time they brought the dick out, we were dundey!!

Oz talked me into jumping on the giant penis, and in my drunken state, I could not decline. Earlier in the evening, despite the warnings from others, I made a sober descision to wear skirt...and so I hopped on the dick, pulling the front of my mini down, and rode around the ring to chants of "show us your pussy!!". Needless to say, because of my need to keep the skirt down, I could not hold on to the shaft of the mighty dick, and got thrown off in no time after Oz yelled at the operator "Spin her around!! Spin her around!!". I can now say that I've ridden the biggest penis in the world.

I then ended up on my hands and knees infront of the toilet in the handicapped washroom retching my guts out. The second time I've ever thrown up from the drink. I can usually hold my drink but because of the fact that I hadn't eaten in almost two days, it didn't work for me last night. In no time, the ten plus drinks that I had managed to down were in the sewer.

Miss I want made a third trip to the ATM and decided to stop for chips and onion rings and then made a date to have coffee with a bum. I thought she had been murdered and went crazy sending her numerous text messages and calling her outside in the beer garden. There was no reply. I then looked through the door into the pub and saw her standing talking to Oz. I ran full tilt into the bar yelling "I thought you were dead I thought you were dead!!!". I ran to give her a hug, but slipped in a puddle right at her feet and fell into her, landing on the ground, her ontop of me. Oz went mad. Laughing for a good five minutes. At least I'm good for something.

I ended up going to bed quite early. It being a Sunday night and all, things shut by 12. I was in bed at about 1:00, all puked out. I woke up this morning and stuck my head around the sheet I have hung around my bottom bunk, and there was Miss I want fast asleep, half naked, her sleeping bag tossed over her, and rich tea buiscuts lying around her. She woke up still pissed at 11am, no recollection of wanting to sleep on the floor, or eating buiscuts.

The one success of the night was this: I finally had a formal introduction to my future husband. Maybe I'll now have the guts to stop him on the stairs in passing, and talk to him??