This is the flat on Godard Ave. Eric and I rented the upper half of the unit last but one from the corner house. pictured below…
Eight days a week
This house on Godard Avenue is the last house here from the end but one. At first, it was a bit of a blow to hear about losing my flatmate Dave Reynolds. but, sometimes things just work out for the better. So, it was just coincidental that just at this time with Dave deciding to go back to live in London. Eric’s parents told him that they were moving to Sheffield. ( So there is a God ) For sure, Eric had no interest in leaving Swindon and going to Sheffield. So he and I started to look for another place other than Bath Road. Eventually, we found a flat in a two-storied terraced house just down Bath Road down a side turning not too far from the Hospital, on Godard Ave. This is where we were to set up “Shop “for the next two years.
The first thing that we did when we moved in was to choose bedrooms. I guess that I won the toss because I landed up with the bedroom with the double bed. Eric landed up with the bedroom that had a single bed. Even though he lost the toss he had no complaints.
Working at Pressed Steel on only three or four hours of sleep a night could be pretty tough sometimes. The Job in the Pressed Steel tool room could be pretty physical at times. also But we both loved the job and we made it thro…………….
One Saturday afternoon, soon after moving into the flat on Goddard Avenue I came home I had been working overtime at Pressed Steel, I opened the front door and went upstairs. As I was walking along the passageway towards the kitchen, I could hear heavy breathing, Lots of it. All coming from Eric’s room. The door was open so I went in There I found Eric crashed out on his single bed with two full-grown greyhounds and an old geezer. Eric and the old geezer were totally drunk and passed out and the greyhounds were just resting up on top of the drunken pair. I just shook my head. And went into the kitchen and made a cup of tea.
It’s impossible to make up shit like this.
The story was this on the greyhounds and Irish John…. As was his name. John was thrown out of his lodgings along with his dogs evidently his girlfriend had enough of his lack of payment towards the rent. This was due to the fact whenever he did get any money he would piss it up the wall. So she threw him out along with his two greyhoundsJohn then goes to the Railway Hotel at the bottom end of Swindon, which was one of Eric’s favorite watering holes. Where in the bar he proceeded to tell Eric and anybody who would listen to him what had happened. I don’t know what the hell Eric was thinking about when he told John that he could come and stay at our place. I have no problem helping somebody out for a couple of nights until they could fix themselves up somewhere. But a small upstairs two bedrooms flat with two full-grown greyhounds and three men .. Give me a break. I was definitely not a happy camper. But Eric was a good-hearted kid so, it was what it was. and I went along with it.
We put John up on the couch in the sitting room. Luckily, Eric at the time was banging Mary, the daughter of the Masons Arms Publican in Old town Swindon. Just a couple of blocks from our place. And further, luckily The Masons Arms was a really old pub, and there were some old stables at the side of the Masons. So we talked Mary into letting John keep the dogs there in the stables until he found a home for them. Good, so, the dogs were gone. Next John! This was to be more fucking difficult than you would imagine. It took about another six weeks to get rid of that drunken smelly old Irish Navy fucker.
John would sit there at the kitchen table and smell like hell. We used to say to him.
“John for fucks sake go have a bath! “ (Showers at the time were not in vogue, so it was a bath or fuck all.) Eventually, even Eric had enough of him. At night we would not answer the doorbell when John rang it at 2 a.m. drunk as usual. . After a while it became a game. We even disconnected the doorbell so that he would not hang on it. Then he found a way to open the downstairs window and creep in and sleep in a rolled-up carpet on the floor. Luckily or unluckily there was nobody renting downstairs.
We would sit there on a Sunday morning at the kitchen table where we had spent our last few shilling on eggs and bacon. Which we bought at a little grocery store across the road. We would be eating and drinking our tea. At first, we used to feed him. But we realized that being nice to him was not going to get rid of him! So we wouldn’t give him any breakfast and he still would not get the hint and find himself somewhere to live. The fucker would sit at the table while Eric and I ate our eggs and bacon he would be drooling at the mouth and of course smelling at the same time.
One night he came back to our place drunk as a skunk. There he was ringing the doorbell. It was about 1.00 a.m. The door was opened for him. However, he had been ringing the wrong doorbell. He was ringing the doorbell next door. Unfortunately for him, a young copper who was living there answered the door. The copper did not take too kindly to being woken up at that time in the morning. So he ran him in and John spent the rest of the night in the slammer. How we finally got rid of him I don’t know how but we did. Eric learned from his mistake and never bought home any more strangers. Unless they were female. That, of course, was different and that was O.K. One other point, John never gave us a penny towards any food.
We would feed girls breakfast at the drop of a hat. and give them anything else that they wanted. It was all in good clean fun.
I met Johnny a year or so later in downtown Swindon Regent Street. He said to me. “ Do you remember that copper that lived next door to you that ran me in” “ I said “ Yes I thought how could I forget, he went on to say that a few weeks before he had seen him on traffic duty in the center of town. I guess being pissed, as usual, John said that he ran into the intersection and took a swing at the copper. Who being a nice bloke that he was. Arrested John and put him in the slammer again.
The 60’s music was the best, the fucking greatest. As I have already stated throughout this book. There was not another time that music was any better. Eric and I were either at Mckillroys on a Monday night or at the Locarno on a Thursday and Saturday. It was British invasion time. Saturday nights were the best. But they were all good.
Tuesday Wednesday Friday and Sunday, those days and nights were spent shagging the girls that we picked up on Monday Thursday and Saturday. All in good clean Fun.
Although most of the top ten in this time period were British records that were played in the pub jukeboxes there was some prominent US artist that stood out. Sonny and Cher’s “I Got You Babe” along with Bob Dillon’s ” The Times They are A-Changing ” as well The Birds ” Tambourine Man ” which was written by Dillon.
One night Eric and I picked up two “ Birds “ in the Locarno and we loaded them into the mini we pulled away from the Locarno up to the traffic lights by the Masons Arms and I turned right. The next thing I know there was a crash and somebody came through the windshield I had hit a scooter with a bloke and the girl on it cannot remember much else. But down the road, I went to court and got off really light. So after this little episode, I backed off on the drinking and driving. The night that I had the crash with the mini we had two birds with us who were our kinda regulars. the thing about these two was this. After we had been fucking them on a regular basis, we got back to the flat on Goddard Avenue one night, and it went something like this.
I was soberer than the other three since my accident I was drinking very little. So, I had for some time wanted to bang Eric’s girl. There was nothing wrong with the girl that I had, I think that I just wanted a change. Besides I think that Eric’s girl had a better body mine was a tad prettier. This particular night we said to the girls”
“Wanna play a game tonight ?”
“Sure they said ”
So we said.
” O.K. we’re going to change thing up tonight. You two I said pointing to the girls to see what bed your sleeping in. are going to toss a coin. And, every time you come here this is what you’re going to do. Whoever wins the toss decides on what bedroom they are going to sleep in, mine or Erics. But it will not necessarily be me in my bed or Eric in his. because we have the option of switching bedrooms. You’ll give us a few minutes to clean our teeth in the bathroom then you two can get ready for bed while we decide which bed we are going to be in. the bedroom light will be off when you go into the bedroom so you won’t know who’s in the bed. So, you will be getting a surprise, amongst other things!”
The girls thought that it was a fun idea and treated it like a game. But unbeknownst to them Eric and I had already decided all this earlier in the day. I can’t remember if Eric and I changed bedrooms or not. I think that we decided to stay put in our own bedrooms. But I do remember that I got Erics Bird. So that’s what we did with those two and they were up for it every time. Doing this was almost like getting a different shag every time that we did it. And the girls, loved it and thought that it was a fun game. And we didn’t give a fuck what they thought, as long as we got our rocks off.
Flat # 2 , Eight days a week
On Goddard Avenue, things started to evolve.
More often than not, usually on a Saturday night Sunday morning we would have female visitors stay over. This could create a problem for us. The reason being if we had a couple of more birds coming over and it would not be too kosher to have birds there already. So if this was the case we would give them the ‘ bums rush ” and we would jet them out of the house via the back door, down the stairs along the garden path and into the Mini and then, away.
If we had no more birds coming over, we would usually talk to the girls that were there already into going back to bed. Sometimes we would change partners. Changing partners could sometimes be easy, other times it was not so easy because the girls would think that they were in love with one or even both of us. At this point, we were much too busy arranging our calendar to think of being in love. Once a leg over was scored we usually were already looking for the next target.
So, living the life that we lead ran us out of money. Usually, we would be broke by Sunday night. We did not get paid until Thursday you can see that there was a problem
One of our plays when we had no money and no food was this.
We had to survive till payday on Thursday. This was a lot of time to go without food. So what we would do was to get hold of any girl that we knew and get ourselves invited over to their house for supper. Sunday was usually pretty easy but the week was a lot harder. We usually went solo because it was hard to get two guys invited into a girl home. Especially when you don’t know the parents. If all else failed we would go to 31 Buckland, my mums’ house. She was always glad to see us. Of course, we never told her that we were only over for a meal. But it was nice to see her. And she liked Eric.
There was a girl who was a friend of Cass ( a girl that i dated off and on.) from Naughton Road. She lived a few doors away from Cass. She really liked me so I would get myself invited over to her place occasionally. Her parents were nice people, I think that they were from somewhere in eastern Europe. Anyhow, I want to call her Wendy, was an only child. I’m not saying that the parents were on the lookout for a future son-in-law, but they were very nice to me. ( How I met Cass is just ahead)
I think that it was Cass that told me that they would buy her ” Stuff ” for her bottom drawer so that when she did get married she would have a good start on married life. Things like electric iron, electric kettle, sheets and blankets. soon. maybe they were being frugal and looking out for their daughter, but at my stage in life the early twenties I found it a bit strange. But I was visiting for a free meal not to inspect her bottom drawer. sexual she did not appeal to me. She was kinda pretty but to my way of thinking she was a tad overweight. Yes, very shallow indeed!
I also used to go over to Pauline’s not my sister, in the village of Wroughton. She had a nice family and Pauline always made sure that I was well fed. Because she knew that in the week we had no money for food. At the same time as I was at Pauline’s Eric would get himself invited over to another Wroughton girls place. Can’t remember her name but she was Italian and for sure had a big set.. and Eric was a favourite with her. I’m still here to tell the tale, so I guess that we got enough to eat.
As I said previously, a night out with Eric and I, would usually consist of the following….We would go to the Plough, up at Old Town Swindon, which was located just of off the top of Victoria Hill down a side street. I think that we would consider the Plough as “Home Base” The Plough was run by Jim and Maria and was perfect for us to start our night off.
The Plough was an old English Tudor pub and as well as drinks and good pub food there would usually be a variety of prime pussy. Once we had a couple of was just to get the night started. we would get ” Half in the Bag ” in the Plough. From there we would go to the Bunch of Grapes, Cross Keys or one or two of the umpteen amount of pubs at the top of Old Town.
I cannot stress enough about how highly successful we were when it came to chatting up women. Eric and I, were a great tag team when it came to looking for, chatting up women, then from there taking them back to our flat and fucking them. It seemed that we could charm the panties off almost any girl.
We used to have a different girl most nights. The name and faces of most of them are a long distant memory. At that time Swindon had lots of young fuckable girls. Once that they knew that Eric and I had our own place with no parental controls they would come over and it would not be too long before they were in bed with knickers removed. Occasionally there would be three in the bed. Eric and I didn’t give a shit the more the merrier. It was usually one girl but on the odd occasion, there would be two girls We didn’t care we’d screw them both.
Occasionally we would have the odd girl that wanted more than what we had to give. So, I would say
” Go and see if Eric is busy. “!
Or Eric would say to the girl in his bed,
Go to Bryan’s bedroom and see if he needs an extra bunk up
At this time in the early to mid-60’s the Beatles and the Stones had already taken off but there was an explosion of English pop groups. All the English groups in the charts came to the Locarno in Old Town Swindon to play
So when we hit on birds we only picked on ones that were pretty and or ones that had great bodies. As stated Already, In other words, we only picked the cream of the crop. And for sure we never went out with overweight or ugly ones. If we could we liked to pick them up in pairs. So that the four of us had the same agenda.
The birds that we stayed away from were the pairs of girls where one was pretty and the other one was overweight and or to our way of thinking, ugly. I guess at the time we were very shallow. Very fucking Shallow, indeed! But that’s how it was at the time. So, when one of us got the pretty one the other one had the overweight one, no, that did not work for us. We wanted it so that we both had good lookers. So we looked for “ Good Looking pairs ‘!
There was another way of looking at a pair of birds. One ugly and one pretty, what if we felt like swooping. neither of us was going to switch a pretty one for an ugly one. No Fucking Way!
The key thing here is this, and it was a very important factor at the time. Blokes at that time lived at home until they got married, then they would move out from their parents place into their own place with their new bride. So having a place of your own without parents was heaven.I only remember one girl having a place of her own. And she was Muriel from the Dictaphone office in East Acton in London.. I would assume that the only reason that she had her own place was, the fact that she was even at her young age was divorced.
What we saw at Mckillroys and at the Locarno were all those groups in the hit parade at the time or that we’re going to be in the hit parade. At Mckillroys there was the Beatles and the Stones, Gerry and the Pacemakers Long John Baldry. At the Locarno. The Searchers, The Animals, The Swinging Blue Jeans. The list from the Locarno goes on and on. For years the Locarno brought in top groups.
I did not always hang out with Eric. He liked to go to the Railway Hotel some nights. So I would usually hang out with Dave.
So at the Locarno ballroom one particular Saturday night. I was there with a friend of mine Dave. (This is not Dave Reynolds another Dave) Eric was drinking at one of the pubs on the bottom end of town, with his drinking buddy Willie at the Railway Hotel
Anyhow Dave was unlike Eric when it came to picking up women. He was on the shy side. So it became hard work to hit on birds. But this night he surprised me. We were watching the birds on the dance floor and getting ready to make some moves. When Dave says to me
“ Bry’, see those two birds on the dance floor I said
“ Yes “.
“ Can you do me a favour and dance with the slim one wearing glasses? “
So I said, “ Fuck me Dave give me a break ! “ he says
, “ Be a sport and I’ll owe you one! “ So I reluctantly said “ O.K. (Eric would never ask me to do that but seeing as it was Dave I agreed)
So we went onto the dance floor and Dave started to talk to the girl he knew and I just stood next to the slim girl in the glasses. The band started to play and Dave started to dance with the girl that he knew. So, I was left to dance with “Glasses “. So that’s the way it went on for the rest of the night. Dave doing all the chatting up and me just tagging along with ” Glasses “ .
We danced and drank some beer in the bar, danced some more. Drank more beer. Danced some more. Me, I was just being polite to help Dave out. This went on until the dance finished at 11. p.m. And for once for the whole evening, I had said as little as possible. I guess because I was not interested in this girl. We left the Locarno and all four of us piled into Dave’s big fancy Yankee black V-eight. With Glasses and I in the back seat.
We then drove to Dave’s girl place. He pulls up outside her house and they start to kiss and whatever in the front seat
I thought I’ll just kiss this bird for the experience. There was not much point in sitting there looking out of the car window or watching the two in the front seat. Well!
“ Bang “ she was fucking hotter than a firecracker!
What a kisser. I never got laid or anything but I made a date to see glasses outside the Odeon in downtown Swindon the next day Sunday at 4.30 p.m.……Well, I remembered that I had a date so here was my problem So the dance hall was dark at the back of Dave’s Yanky car was in darkness and thirdly I was half in the bag.
When I saw her again I was still not quite sure that it was her. I did eventually did ask her name and she told me the name was Carole but I could call her Cass. Cass! What kind of fucking name was that! Cass!
Cass lived on Naughton Road Swindon. Which was a few blocks from my parents place at 31, Buckland Close So, in a nutshell, I tried fucking this girl, off and on for the next 18 months. I really liked being with her . she liked being with me because whenever I went around to Naughton Road to see her she would come out with me. I finally gave up trying to screw her, I was wasting my time with her when I could of have been with somebody who would put out. I had her stark naked in bed many times to no avail. No kooky nothing. Finally, I got the message.
So back to Godard Ave , to the flat on the second floor.
At the Locarno. The Searchers, The Animals, The Swinging Blue Jeans, Freddy and the Dreamers. The list from the Locarno goes on and on. The Locarno brought in top groups. as already stated. These groups brought in the birds and the birds attracted the likes of Eric and I. We were what they wanted and were looking for but they didn’t know it or realise it at the time. But we soon changed that.
One good thing about hunting for Birds as Eric and I did, if one of them got them off, then the likelihood of the other doing was very high. Then once they both were getting it regularly they didn’t seem to want to stop. Which was fine with us two. To the point that we would sometimes have a backlog of girls. As I have said somewhere in this book. Sometimes I would be taking girls out the back door to the car. While Eric would be ushering in other girls in the front door. This was usually on a Saturday night Sunday morning”The Dirty Filthy Lucky Bastards!”
The Spotted Cow on the edge of Swindon at Coat Water
One place that Eric and I went to on occasions was the Spotted Cow just of off Marl bough Road on the edge of Swindon. We discovered that the best time to go there was on a Friday night. This was because on a Friday night there was sometimes a girls night out or a wedding party. ( Same thing )
This particular Friday night Eric and I sat by this ring of girls sitting around a large round table in the Spotted Cow bar. We had picked up on the fact that they were a wedding party that consisted of the bride and the maid of honour and about six other girls from the bridal party.
The Bride and maid were really pretty girls. The Bride had nice short blond hair, the Maid had long brownish-black hair. As the night wore on we slowly worked our way into the party. We bought them drinks, they shared their pub food with us. Eric became a hit with the bride. The maid of honour was then my target. As the night wore on and it started getting late the six other girls left, all saying “ See yer in the morning ” Which was perfect as that left us with the bride and maid of honour. This was a weird set up, but we didn’t care, free Nooky was free Nooky.
Finally, it was closing time. By then the bride to be was pretty well pissed, the maid of honour was O.K. as she had to drive the bride back to her house where she was evidently staying for the weekend with the bride. Being old hands at the game. Eric and I had kept relatively sober. We help the girls with their coats and we went out into the car park.
We found their car it was parked in a corner of the parking lot under a tree. The next thing I knew was Eric had the bride up against the side of the car and they kissing like there was no tomorrow. I put my arm around the Maid and eased her towards me. She then turned me and, we started kissing.
The next thing I know Eric, and the bride were getting into the back of the car. So I and the Maid got into the front seats of the car. After a short, while I looked into the rearview mirror, I gave it a little adjustment and saw the brides head bobbing up and down. I looked at the Maid and I eased my seat back a bit. ( Thinking that I had to leave Eric some headroom.)the Maid looked over at me kissed me and down went her head. Unzipping me as she went. Heaven! In the rearview mirror, I saw the bride climb onto Eric. He saw me looking and I saw the thumbs up. From there on it was all action, sucking and fucking on the front and back seats.
After some time there was a pause in the action. The car was steaming Then the bride said
“Let’s swap places this is my last night of freedom”..
The Maid went along with it So Eric and I switched places I climbed into the back seat. Eric gets into the front of the car.
Eric had certainly warmed up the Bride, she was hot as a firecracker. It was not too long before she started to give me a blow job and then after a while, I was all over her. Eric hadn’t had the curtsy to take of her bra. So I had to do it . What a nice set of knockers! Wow!. Then I was into her missionary position. While I was fucking her I was thinking that her husband to be, he was a lucky fucker she was a really good lay. Meanwhile, Eric was nailing the Maid in the front seat. the Fucking car was rocking. the next time I looked over at the two in the front Eric had the door open and was doing the Maid from behind. Fuck me! what a night this turned out to be.
After some time the car was steaming up badly even with the front passenger door open. so we opened up the windows. I was soaked in sweat. I think that we all were. The girls were laughing, obviously, they had had a good time as had we also.
Eric and I got out of the car , both girls got into the front of the car. We were all adjusting our clothing . luckily the parking lot was empty by then. Dicks were going back in their underwear and trousers were zipped up. Bras were put back on and adjusted and panties were put on around the feet and pulled up.
Laughingly we kissed them both good night. As the lights of the car were disappearing up the road from the Spotted Cow parking lot , Eric says to me , “Bry we never got their phone number or anything. “
I said” Eric if we see them again it was meant to be.”
We never did see them again. Never got their names or a phone number never got any details whatsoever, but it was a night to remember.
Life in this place was far more hectic than it was in the Bath Road flat with Dave Reynold’s Here in Godard Avenue was It was “Pussy Galore “. Seven days a week. But back then, according to the Beatles it was “ Eight days a week.” And I tell you; sometimes it felt like it was more than eight days a week! Screwing all those girls sometimes was a hard slog. Working at Pressed Steel on only three or four hours of sleep a night , could be pretty daunting sometimes . But we made it thro…………….
After a while, at Godard Avenue, Eric and I got the women situation down to a fine art. If we hadn’t picked anything up at any of our local haunts we would head to Wroughton. Where the two dreaded ‘ D’s “ were waiting.Pauline for me and Denise for Eric.
Denise was a short blond girl with big knockers and Pauline , who was taller with dark-haired with a fringe.i she also had a protruding tooth on one side of her mouth which made her look quite sexy They were both always up for a good “ Bunk Up “ Can’t remember where we met them but we used to have them over at Bath Road when Dave was up in London for the weekend.
When Dave and I were living at the Bath Road flat Dave would take off to London for a long weekend. And then it was pussy galore for Eric and I, we would invite the girls over. We never worried about the other people living in the house on Bath road. And they never complained about any noise. I’m sure at times we were really noisy, I often wanted to screw the slightly older woman on the third floor . But Eric said that she was too old for me. Probably he was right. But we were never short of pussy. and to be honest at times it was great if we didn’t have anything to screw . So we could have an early night and try to then get to work early in the morning. Jack Viner our foreman used to pull out his hair when he saw us come in late nearly every morning. Luckily for Eric and I Viner like both of us and once we got to work we were two of his better workers.
One other place we like to “ Troll” for Birds was a pub called the Moonrakers. The Moonrakers was at the other end of town and the only reason that we didn’t like to go there was because of the local beer. Arkle’s. It was a local brew but we would only drink it if we had to.
Like I said we would only go there for a change . one time I had my eye on this red-headed girl with long hair. Not only did she have beautiful hair but she was pretty to boot. She was not very tall but she was built. And , as a bonus she had a nice set of knockers. Big ones. Well I went out on a date with her and we landed up in my bed in Bath Road. She was a very shy girl but not in bed.. I canny remember what happened to her . I should of have kept her for longer than I did . but here was the problem . there was so much of it around Lots ! We wanted it all. But only the ones with the best bodies s the prettiest faces. I guess at the time you could of have called me “ Very shallow “
I guess after a while Eric and I got a reputation for picking up girls and I don’t know if we got better at it or that the girls wanted to get on our shagging list. We didn’t know or care . the main object was to get laid, and the more the merrier! Fuck one fuck all.
Eric and I were the perfect fucking company. He was a good looking lad . Taller than I was with big cow type eyes and brown curly hair. He was great at charming the nickers of off any girl. He was a year or so younger than me.
As I mentioned before his longtime girlfriend, that I thought he would land up with was Kate. Kate was an attractive looking girl from the same knobby area of Swindon as Eric came from . the Windsor Road area. I would say that he had been screwing her on a regular basis over the years. As I said, I really thought that he would land up with her on a permanent basis. But it was not in the stars, or anywhere else for that matter.
Eric and I would on occasions seem to land up with girl that one of us had banged already. Gale was a case in point. Another time I landed up dating a girl that Eric had known for years. Jackie Bicknell. I went out with Jackie for a while. One of the main reasons that I went out with Jackie was the fact that when I was at her house her parents would feed me. . They treated me like a son, they were really nice to me I used to stay over at Jackie’s house on a Friday night. then on Saturday morning. I would drop her off at work at a tobacco company. And I would go on to Pressed Steel to work some overtime. One morning at Jackie’s house she collapsed to the floor of the bedroom and was shaking all over. I quickly called out to her parents who attended Jackie on the floor. She was having a seizure of some kind. I think she had had them before. but it certainly scared the heck out of me. She recovered O.K.
While I was seeing Jackie Bicknell. Eric was dating Mary the Publicans daughter that ran the Mason Arms in Old Town. She is the one that helped with the boarding of the two greyhounds that belonged to Irish John. Mary was full of life and was crazy about Eric. Anyhow, Eric kept on telling me that I should go out with Mary’s friend, who just by coincident was also called Jackie. Jackie Clissold.
Well after weeks of nagging me I finally agreed to see this Jackie. When I did, I was smitten. Eric was right she was absolute honey. Very pretty, Long blond hair willowy figure about five foot six or so. with the greatest arse. She also had the most sexy husky voice. People thought that Jackie was Swedish .
Nice girl, Jackie Bicknell got dumped by me and Eric and I went out with Mary and Jackie, Jackie Clissold. Who turned out to be , that when it came to sex that Jackie was hotter than any coal from a burning fire. She was one of the best fucks and blow jobbers ever. In the flat or in the back of the mini, it was all the same to her. As long as we were together she was happy.
There was two, fucking major problems with dating Jackie……She was seeing a bloke called Robert. But luckily for me,he was away at Oxford University in the week. And only came home on weekends. Which freed me up for other girls on the weekends. But at that time I really wanted to be with Jackie all the time. She wanted it to. But she was frightened of Robert and her mother. Especially her mother.
Jackie and Robert were engaged. But as I said , I was fucking her and getting lots blow jobs through the week. One week end I managed to talk her into going up to London for the week end. We stayed at my nans place in Kilburn.
It was great to roll around in a double bed together all night. But we had to go back to Swindon on the Sunday night This romance could of have gone all the way but it was not to be. She was another one of those girls that got away. It was a real shame. But it was what it was! Unfortunately, Robert found out about Jackie and I and her mother and he must of clamped down on our “Meetings “and the undercover romance slid to a halt. I guess on reflection. We could of have fucked Robert and her mother over by getting married . But at that time, the thought never entered my head. If it had and I married Jackie my whole life would have been different.
One evening Eric and I were having a quiet night . we had no birds to see .So we were in the Cross Keys . Just chatting away and drinking a pint or two. When then across the bar, I couldn’t believe my eyes, It was Christine Reynolds sitting with a dark-skinned fellow at the far end of the bar. I put two and two together and figured out that this was the manager of the Singer Sewing Machine Shop. He was the guy that Christine left Dave for. She caught my eye and smiled.
I signalled with my eyes towards the washrooms. She got up and headed towards them. I was already getting a boner . I got up and headed towards the washrooms. As I got there she was awaiting for me she grabbed my arm and pulled me into the women’s washrooms, and from there she pulled me into the end stall. She quickly sat down on the toilet and pulled me towards her. Next thing I know she unzipping me and started to show me her expertise in giving blow jobs. By now I’m gently feeling up her large breasts and I’m fully erect.
I had a flash back to the night that Dave was at work and we went at it in the Kitchen and the bedroom. She was giving me her all and it did not take her long to bring me to a climax. Wow !. When she was done she looked up at me a smiled. I said” Wow! That was great, thanks, how are you she said
” Good” , I said, Very Good! she stood up and kissed me on the cheek and was gone.
I was left standing in the women’s washroom with my fly’s undone and my pecker hanging out. I quickly zipped up and went back into the bar. I sat down next to Eric. And he said
“ Are we going to stay here all night are we going somewhere else? “there doesn’t seem to be any likelihood of any action here
I Said we’ll stay here for a bit longer, I just got a blow job. Maybe we could get you one .”
Eric said “What the fuck are talking about? Who gave you a blow job?”
I then explained to him about Christine and all that went on with her and Dave. And about the evening in her flat where she virtually seduced me.
Eric goes Wow ! Then he starts to smile when I told him what just went on in the ladies washroom and that Christine was sitting across the far end , of the bar, with a dark-skinned feller.
He looks over and says,
“Bry she’s got big ones! and she is pretty, very pretty!”
I said you’re telling me .I was laughing like a drain.
Just then Christine looks over, I smiled across at her (Mr. Singer Sewing Machine Manager had his back to us ) and I put my arm around Eric’s shoulders , and gave her the expression which said .
“How about blowing my friend here?”
With that I said to Eric go to the washrooms see if she’ll go too. So Eric takes off with Christine watching once he was out of sight she stands up and heads towards the Ladies, smiling at me on her way.
They were gone for about 15 minutes or so when she came back. And headed to her boyfriend the end of the bar. Eric came back a few minutes later he was all smiles. He says to me
“Thanks Bry ‘that was great .”
“ I said , You owe me.”
That was not the end of the Christine by a long shot. About a week or so later it was on a Saturday afternoon. We were at home and Eric tells me that he’s got two birds coming over for the afternoon. And if we play our cards right maybe we can both get laid!
He had hardly got the words out of his mouth when the doorbell rang. and Eric goes down and opens the front door. I hear him talking to somebody. there’s silence as they come up the stairs into the kitchen.
In comes Eric followed by ….. Christine!
Well I was taken aback I was expecting some birds that I didn’t know but instead , it was Christine , Wow!
She came over to me and I stood up I was thinking this could be better than two birds. I put my arms around her and gave her a kiss, I was rubbing my body against her and I know that she could feel my instant boner. She was loving it and laughing at the same time. I said this is a nice surprise. By now Eric was beside her with his arm around her .
I said to Eric” Why didn’t you tell me Christine was coming. ? “
He said” I wanted to surprise you”
I said, “ You’ve certainly done that alright!”
Christine was laughing and loving all the attention that she was getting. She said are you going to show me around . So we showed her the sitting room, which we never used. Then Eric’s bedroom with his single bed. The my bedroom with the double bed .
She said this is more like it. And sat on the edge of the bed and bounced up and down testing the bed springs. She had on a skirt and top which magically came off. I help her with her bra. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on those big tits.. They were wonderful. I looked at Eric, but he was too busy stripping of.
I started to take off my clothes by the time I had my underwear of ,Eric was in full flight getting a blow job. Christine was on her knees with one hand on Eric’s hip and the other around his pecker. I sat on the bed and watched the action for a bit,
After a while Eric gets Christine to stand . Next thing I know he is taking her from the behind. As she was leaning over the bed, she looked at me and said “Bryan get on the bed .” I did tooth sweet I laid there with my pecker in the air . Soon , very soon, a pair of warm lips were settling around my pecker and I was in heaven.
Christine certainly could multi-task. Giving me oral sex me while getting fucked doggy fashion by Eric.
It took some time , but Eric and I switched places after a while. This time with Eric getting a blow job and me getting it like a bow-wow.
I don’t know how long we were at it but we certainly had a lot of fun , fucking and blowjobs.
Then I decided to have a breather so I sat in the arm chair and watch those two going at it . Sometimes cheering them on . Then we switched place and Eric sat in the chair watching Christine and I go at it.
And, Finally we all landed up in heap on the middle of my bed totally fucked out .
She was with us for about 3-4 hours. Eventually we cleaned up and got dressed in the bathroom. We chatted for a while in the kitchen drinking tea. Finally as it was starting to get dark said that she had to go. she kissed us both goodbye and left. Wow!
It seems that when Eric was at the Cross Keys and after Christine gave him a blowjob he got a phone number from her , he called her up a few days later and arranged the Saturday afternoon visit.
I never asked her what she was up to. Neither did Eric. And she never volunteered any information.
Christine was to visit us every so often she loved to come over and we loved her to visit. Sometimes she would drop by sometimes nobody was home but she would leave a note . Other times she would arrive and both of us were there or only one of us would be there . Saturday afternoons was a great time for a visit . with either one of us usually not working overtime.. If only one of us being there it was usually me . because Eric would be down at the railway Hotel with his Irish pals. So I would get unplanned sex which was fucking great!
A couple of couple of hours with her was wonderful, I liked it, she loved it!
Another strange set up was with me picking up this bird Anne, on a Saturday night at the pub The Bell, across the road from the Locarno. I used to see her off and on just for the shagging of. Like your friendly sex buddy.
Well one afternoon, I met her in downtown Swindon’s Regent Street. She was with an older woman who looked like her she was in her thirties. She introduced her to me as her mother . I thought Wow mother, A bit of alright. I shook her hand and she squeezed mine . We chatted for a bit and, me being me , I got myself invited over for supper in the week.
A thing that Eric and I had to do because we had no money in the week. Anne’s mother cooked a great meal and then we sat around talking . As I was leaving for the evening she slipped a piece of paper in my hand with as I checked later her phone number on it.
It turned out to be her work number. So, When I phoned her she hinted that we could go out on a date together . When she said together I thought she meant all three of us. But she said no, just the two of us. So I said O.K. and said I would meet her at the Cross Keys on the following Thursday evening. She said Great!
So as I pulled up outside the Cross Keys she was standing in the doorway. It was pissing down with rain. She came round and got in the mini. As I pulled away she said where are we going. I said just to the flat I have forgotten something. When we arrived I invited her upstairs. I showed her around and showed her my bedroom last.
We sat on my bed and started to debate where we were going to go. When out of the blue she say’s “ we don’t really have to go anywhere. We are where we are going to be later so this gives us an early start. With that she starts to take of her top . A nod is as good as a wink to a blind man, so I helped her out of her bra. Wow she really had a nice set of knockers
So here was the situation. I had a MAD situation on my hands. A Mother and Daughter I was banging both.. I was fucking Anne and her mother. I would say that that this would be a relatively rare thing in the world of fucking. I would be banging Anne on one night and going at it with her mother the next.
Now here’s the thing.
The trick was to get them both in bed together, that was going to be a bit tricky. So I gang planned a plan in my head to see where it might take me. First and foremost alcohol has to be involved, Just to loosen up the inhibitions of the two. Secondly, should we get together in a pub or a restaurant, in the flat or, in their house?
Next this was going to be a solo project , so no Eric for once. If I canny do it alone I’ll have Eric for a backup. He’s always up for extra Nooky. So to speak.it would have to be a night when Eric is out boozing with his Iris buddies in the Railway Hotel Thursday night, is when Eric goes to the Railway Hotel. payday. So Thursday it was going to have to be. If I have it at the flat.
After a lot of “ Brain Storming “ I decided to go for it in the girls house. I thought that I could at least talk the mother into a meal and I would bring some booze. If it didn’t work out the first time I can only but try again..
So I told Anne that when I came over that night I would bring a few beers and some spirits with me. When I got there Anne gives me a kiss on my arrival and her mother Sue gave me a gentle hug. . They had some fish and chips and ice cream for dessert. Lined up for use. I plied the women as we were eating with drinks . It wasn’t long before they started to get a little pissed . I thought , Bryan we’re off to the races!
As there was nothing on T.V. that was worth watching. So I said to the girls girls said let’s play cards. So out came the cards . I made sure that I was not winning so that they got into the swing of things. Cards became boring So right out of the blue I said this is boring Let’s play strip poker. First of all, they said no, but after I said we are only playing for laughs.
So they went along with that. I had to explain the rules as we went along. it was not long before they were down to their undies, and I was getting a boner on.
In the next deal, Anne lost her bra. Then it was her mother who lost, so off came her bra. I still had my clothes on, all of them. Sue lost the next round then it was Anne’s turn. It was like a movie script. I lost my socks and they were both naked . And Sloshed .
I stood up and said maybe we should finish this up in the bedroom and started to make my way to the nearest one. They just followed. Once in the bedroom I quickly got out of my clothes . and I stood there with a bone looking for somewhere to park it .
It just got crazy from there , with all three of us on the bed . I was giving oral sex to Anne while getting the same from Sue. We soon switched around and shortly thereafter I was banging one of them . Then I did the other . All the while I’m thinking to myself . why did I do all the mental planning . things worked out great, no deep thinking was required.
I always had a problem with girls that would fuck me and have a boyfriend. ( ref Jackie Clissold ) Because the way I looked at it was this. If they would fuck me behind their boyfriends back they would do it to me! But, then on the other hand to be fair, maybe they thought that they had found “The One.” Me?
During my free week-ends when I was not seeing Jackie Clissold I met a girl called Gillian . Probably it was at the Locarno Ballroom. Gillian Smith was 16 at the time. But I never found out this until later. She was a little taller than me about five foot eight which put her about half an inch above me. Very pretty. At the time she reminded me of Stephany Clarke. Her parent Jim and Phyllis Smith were very nice people and treated me good. Jim worked for Gerrard’s a record turntable manufacturer. He had been there forever and 1963. was in the P.R. Department. Sometimes he would say to me . “ Guess who I spoke to today on the phone. ? “ Of course I had no idea. But I would play along and say “ Who “and he would say “. Paul McCartney” or another time it was” George Harrison!”
When I was not seeing Jackie I was seeing Gillian. Also
There was another girl that I saw in this time span, so I was seeing her to.—- —“ Pussy Galore “ Life was beyond great!
This is how it went down with her. While I was seeing Jackie Clissold we had to keep it low key ,just in case us dating got back to her fucking mother or her fiancé Robert. Obviously I didn’t give a shit if it got back to Jackie’s mother but I didn’t want to fuck up a good thing. So I played along with her cloak and dagger stuff. When we were not with Eric and Mary We would usually go and sit in the private bar in the Mason’s Arms in Old Town .
This bar was very quiet and had the lights turned down. Jackie and I would sit there and hold hands not saying too much . I think that we knew that we were on borrowed time . Because of Robert and Jackie’s mother. Well! A lot of the times when we were in this bar and I got up to buy us a drink , I could see over into the Public bar. Sometimes there would be this girl over there with usually four to six people They would be playing darts. She was always looking at me across the bars.
Well, one night she signalled me with her eyes to meet her outside by the toilets. So I took our drinks back to Jackie and said that I was going to the washrooms. So when I got to the Masons washrooms she was waiting. And she told me that she wanted to see me. So I said O.K. and I fitted her into my busy schedule Time erases a lot of memories but I started to see her whenever I could. Back then it would properly be on the week ends ,when Jackie was with Robert. On reflection that’s how it was.
First Date we went outside Swindon on the back country road to the Shepherds Rest. . I pulled into the Shepherds Rest parking lot and before I could get out of the car she was all over me kissing me and holding me . Next thing she unzips my fly and goes down on me . I thought wow ! this is fast even for me . But who was I to complain?
So I just let my seat back and enjoyed . When it was over I thought Wow again and we went into the Shepherds Rest. And we had a drink and a chat. It Seems she was the daughter of the guy who was the head of Princess Margaret Hospital in Swindon. She was like Eric , one of those that came from the Windsor Road area. The Knobby area of Swindon, that’s how I always thought of it.
So when we left the pub I dropped her off home she made me pull into her driveway and low and behold. Seconds. Well, Who was I to say no! So once again I let my seat go back and lay back and enjoyed. Was life good,or what?!
I went out with her, of and on for the next month or so. I kept telling her as she was giving all these blowjobs that I wanted to move up to the next level and Fuck Her. But she resisted and keep saying” No.” and carried on giving me blow jobs. Blow Jobs, Blow Jobs galore.
Finally I took her over to my parents place at 31 Buckland so she could meet my mum and dad but nobody was home. So I took her up to my old bedroom and low and behold of came her knickers and I banged her. At Last. Along with the usual Blow Job. After this event, I took her home and never saw her again. Why , I think that on reflection she was one of the best at oral sex but she was a C minus when it came to fucking. Maybe she knew that. Who knows.
Goddard Avenue was a busy place . Especially on the weekend. Sunday morning I would usually be taking two birds out of the back door of the kitchen, down the stairs and along the garden path to the green painted garage at the back of the garden. I would get the two girls into the mini and take them home. Meanwhile Eric would be letting two more birds in the front door. Yes it was “ pussy galore !” and sometimes more.
A lot of the groups that we saw in Swindon were also the groups that made up the “The British Invasion “ The Animals, The House Of The Rising Sun,….The Searchers, Needles and Pins, The Troggs , I want to be with A Girl like you, The Swinging Blue jeans, Hippy Hippy Shake. Lola
So now, like I had been doing in the past . I was fucking two girls( or more) at the same time. At that time I thought nothing of it. It was what it was.
I was dating Gillian Smith for some time. It must have been at the end of 1966 when Gill tells me that she was” Late “. I did not really get too worried at the time. Jackie who I was still seeing told me that she was “Late “also But Jackie had Robert so I was not really as worried. If she was pregnant it was his problem.
As time wore on it was to be. Gillian was pregnant. Was this possible after all the girls I had been banging. One gets pregnant. So this is what happens when you fuck somebody on the kitchen floor and you relax and don’t take any precautions. Because that’s where I figured that is where it happened. The next thing you know , we were planning a wedding. Holly Shit. I went home one night and told my mother “Mum I’m getting married! “ I have to mum. “ She says” You dirty dog you ! “ But I guess she was pleased because I was twenty five or so at the time. Well I was twenty six that December. And of course she was going to be a grandmother again. Pauline my sister, had one or two kids by then.
Gill had two sisters Pat and Susan. Pat was married to a fellow named Tony. Nice guy a bit of a wag. And at the time Susan was married to a fellow, who’s name escapes me at the moment. They did not have any kids. Their hobby was cycling. They had a nice lorry that they and their cycling club drove across the Channel and toured around France for the summers. Cycling and lazing on the French beaches. All very nice I thought, at the time.
Side Bar.—– Here’s the thing, Over the years I had this thought, it was not a deep thought but it was still there in the back of my mind . It did tend to nag at me on occasions. Phil and Jim Smith were not much taller than 5five feet and five three respectively. Gill’s two older sisters were no taller than their parents.
So how come Gillian was five feet eight ? This family height thing would burn onto my brain as Martyn my son got into adulthood . Because he came in at 6 feet. And Angela my oldest daughter would grow to 5feet eight. Where was this height coming from? My mum was 5feet four and my dad was 5feet four and a half inches. The answer was to come many , many years later!