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(A Bit of Spoofing Fun from Friar Dave)
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This is just a bit of fun. This tail involves consensual sexual
relations, explicitly described, between an adult male and adult
females. There is no violence, drugs, bondage, discipline, sado-
masochism, water sports, projectile vomiting, piercing, humiliation,
mutilation, bestiality or references to the Long Island Lolita.
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(A Bit of Spoofing Fun from Friar Dave)
Some of the guys teased me until I finally admitted I had gotten
laid. And blown.
"No shit?" We were showering, about five of us. "No shit?" George
repeated. He was a big, black man, Seaman First. "Hey, guys, Eddie
finally lost it!"
Cheers went up and some more kidding. "So how'd you like it, kid?"
George asked.
I grinned at him. "I liked it a lot."
"What'd you get, some old bag?"
"Streetwalker over on Fourteenth, just like you said. About 19 or
so, I guess."
"How'd she like that big club of yours?" He nodded toward my cock,
swinging under the needle spray of the shower as I sluiced off the soap.
"She had some trouble with it -- couldn't take it all -- but she
sucked me off a couple of times."
"I know someone who could take it all," he said, winking.
"C'mon, George, you know how I feel about that." As soon as George
had learned I was unrepentantly straight, he'd stopped making passes at
me and passed the word to the other queers. Generally, nobody came on
too strong.
But George still kidded me from time to time. "Can't blame a guy
for trying." He laughed and grinned again. "Anyhow, congratulations,
kid."
"Thanks."
I dried off, got into my civvies, signed out and went shoreside. At
the first vacant, functioning phone, I dialed the number. It was
answered on the second ring.
"Mrs. Tell, please."
"Who may I say is calling?"
"Eddie Carr. A Miss Legs said I should contact her."
"A moment." I listened to traffic overhead on the West Side Highway
for a few seconds. Then: "Mr. Carr?" The woman's voice was tense but not
hostile or pushy.
"Yes. Mrs. Tell?"
"Yes. Wanda said you should call me?"
"Yes, ma'am. Said you'd like to meet me."
"Oh, she did? Was Wanda able to take care of you completely?"
"Mmmmm -- not nearly, ma'am. Left about a third of me out in the
cold." I felt weird talking like this, but -- What the hell!
"Really?" Her voice had even more tension in it. Now I realized
what it was -- excitement. "Really? Well, Mr. Carr, perhaps we could
have a drink this evening, say about seven-thirty."
"That'd be fine, ma'am. Where?"
"Why, here, of course." She gave me an address on East Fifty-Eighth
Street.
"Mrs. Tell, I have to ask you -- are you still married? Because I
don't like to get friendly with married ladies, if you know what I
mean."
"Scruples? Good heavens, Mr. Carr, you are not a resident of New
York, are you? Of course not. Midwest, I'd guess. Anyhow -- no, I am not
married any longer. Mr. Tell and I split up a few years ago. I'll be
glad to give you all the sordid details over a drink. Seven-thirty,
then?"
"I'm looking forward to it, ma'am."
"Good, because I am looking forward to...accommodating you. Good-
bye."
I wandered around town with some of the other guys for most of the
day. We had lunch at some Greek place in the Village and went up to the
Empire State Building. Everywhere we went, there were good-looking
women. I think there're more good-looking women in New York City than
any place in the world. And all kinds -- young and old and in between,
big and little, white and black and yellow. It was great, and by six
o'clock, I was definitely in the mood for an accommodating woman. I
decided to walk over to the address Mrs. Tell had given me. I had plenty
of time and walked slowly, but still got there 10 minutes early. Which
gave me time to have doubts again. For all I knew, Mrs. Tell was some
50-year-old battleax. Or a fat, dumpy broad who had to pay guys to
take care of her.
It was a four-story brownstone with what looked like a roof garden,
judging by the shrubbery and lights I could see from the sidewalk. As I
waited, a limousine pulled up. The door of the house opened and two
fabulously beautiful women, long legged and graceful, appeared. They
were in slinky, formal evening gowns and wore nice jewelry. One was
black and the other was white, and either one was enough to break a
natural man's heart. One of them flashed me a quick smile as she ducked
into the limousine through the door the chauffeur held for her. And what
did a night with a babe like that cost? I guessed it was more than a
Seamen-First made in a year to get either of them.
The limo pulled away, and I crossed the street. A moment later, I
was ringing the backlit doorbell.
The door opened, and a maid stood there. "Yes?"
"Eddie Carr to see Mrs. Tell. She's expecting me."
"Oh, yes, please come in. I will tell her you are here."
She closed the door behind me and I looked the place over. I was in
a formal vestibule, dimly lit and heavily carpeted. Everything I saw
sort of quietly screamed MONEY at the top of its lungs. Mrs. Tell might
be a battleax, but she was a rich battleax.
The maid returned, smiling. She was Hispanic, pretty and had a
really good figure. I guessed she was in her thirties. "Mrs. Tell said
she will receive you in her lounge. Follow me, please?"
She started up the stairs, and I was right behind her. She really
had a good ass, that maid did, and it was twitching right in front of my
face. And she knew it, because when we reached the top of the stairs and
she gestured toward an open door at the other end of the landing, she
gave me a smile and a wink.
At the door of the lounge, I paused and said, "Mrs. Tell?" The room
was lit only by the light coming in from the street, through the
windows.
"Over here. Come in, please!"
A small table lamp went on. The room was big and sumptuous,
furnished with white, modern sectionals lining two walls. The third wall
was taken up by all sorts of electronic entertainment stuff and the one
through which I'd entered was covered with mahogany cabinets. The carpet
was plush and a pale blue.
Mrs. Tell stood and held her hand out to me.
Mrs. Tell was a fox.
"Mr. Carr?"
I crossed to her, feeling suddenly awkward, and took her hand. It
was small. Hell, *she* was small -- a good six inches shorter than me,
and not even her dark blue jogging suit could conceal the fact that she
couldn't have weighed more than a hundred pounds.
"Please, call me Eddie, ma'am."
"Okay, Eddie ma'am."
We laughed.
"And call me Sherry. Can I get you a drink?"
"Something soft, please."
"Coke?"
"Fine, thanks."
I watched her walk to a cabinet and open it, revealing a little
refrigerator. She scooped some ice from an ice bucket into a glass
retrieved from another cabinet and quickly fizzed some Coca-cola into
it. I was watching her move inside the jogging suit. The material wasn't
heavy enough to be a sweat suit, and when she moved, it clung nicely. She
was petite, with a nice, tight body. And her face was lovely. She had
very full lips, big, dark, pretty eyes and a straight little nose. Her
hair was very dark, and I guessed she was maybe 30 years old -- probably
less.
She had a great little ass. And that started me wondering if this
was some kind of joke. Wanda was a big girl, and she hadn't been able to
handle me; was this little piece of fluff even a candidate?
She came back and handed me the Coke, then sat at the corner of the
sectional. She gestured and I sat on the other side of the corner. She
picked up another glass and took a big gulp. I could smell the gin.
"Well, Eddie, I got a call from Wanda this afternoon and she told
me all about you." She smiled. "So Wanda got your cherry, eh? Sweet. And
she told me you have rather impressive endowments." She squirmed a
little lower in the cushion and crossed her legs at the knees. I watched
the fabric of the jogging suit drape her calves. Her gaze traveled up
and down my torso, then back to my face. "I've been wet since she told
me." The tension in her voice was growing, and her nipples were pressing
the thin material of the jogging suit, rising and falling as she
breathed. "I had to lock my door and help myself out four times since
she called."
I swallowed.
She licked her lips. "Let me see it. Please."
"Just like that? Right here? But the maid -- "
"She won't disturb us. Please?" I noticed her hand was at her
crotch, and she was flushed.
In for a penny, in for a pound, I thought. I stood, unzipped and
pushed my jeans and briefs to my knees.
"Yessssss...." She put her drink down and slowly folded to her
knees on the floor. Her eyes were locked on my cock. She walked on her
knees to me and took my cock in trembling fingers. Her touch was hot, and
my dick began swelling, making up for time lost while I'd questioned her
capacity. She raised my glans to mouth level, kissed it and then opened
her mouth very, very wide and stuffed my prick inside. She groaned as
she began licking and sucking it.
She put both hands on my shaft and lightly stroked me as she began
working her mouth back and forth over my erecting flesh. She pulled more
than pushed and kept taking more of my cock into her mouth. The knob hit
the back of her mouth pretty fast, and I was ready for her to stop and
pull off me. She didn't. She made a kind of throat-clearing noise, bent
lower and angled her head up.
I could see she had her throat and mouth all in a line. She bent my
cock down so it was in line with her gullet. She pulled me again and I
felt my dickhead slipping into her throat. Her nostrils flared and then
she backed me off a bit. Her tongue was trapped under the meat in her
mouth, but she never stopped fluttering it against my prick, and she
never stopped jerking on my shaft.
She pulled me forward, and my knob went into her throat a little bit
more easily. She gulped and pushed herself up at me as she put one hand
on my hip. She kept pulling me toward her. I could feel her throat
swallowing on my cock, the muscles in her gullet squeezing me. Her
throat was starting to bulge out a bit. She had two thirds of my cock in
her mouth and throat before she started backing me off this time. I
thought she was going to pull me back out of her throat. She didn't.
Instead, she suddenly rammed herself up at me. She took me as deep
as before and then deeper, deeper, deeper -- but slower, and slower, and
slower. She finally had to take her hand away from the base of my shaft,
but because of how much it swells out there, she couldn't open her mouth
wide enough to get more. Tears were welling up in her eyes as she
tightened her throat around my cock and sucked a foot of my prick. I
tried to warn her I was going to cum.
She knew it, though, and then she did something I'd never heard of --
she slid one finger up my ass and began pressing something inside. My dick
swelled up, and she got a panicked look in her face, and then I unloaded
inside her. I really came hard, just pouring what felt like pints of my
spunk into her hot throat. After about the fifth big spurt, she pulled her
throat off me and sucked just the glans. She kept wiggling that finger up
my butt and resumed jerking my shaft, and Wham! there came another torrent.
Her mouth opened around my prick and the stuff overflowed her lips even
while she swallowed.
She resumed sucking and never stopped jerking. I fired one more big
load before spurting a half-dozen little ones, real fast. She swallowed
about half of it. The rest was coating her lips and chin and throat and
was staining her top. When she finally let my dick out of her mouth, her
eyes were glazed, and her nipples looked ready to pop right through that
thin silk. She fell forward onto all fours and shook. The way her hips
moved, I knew she was feeling something powerful.
I thought my knees were going to give way. I backed away and let
myself sit pretty heavily on one of the sectionals. My dick was still
fat and long, but limber now, and it hung over the edge of the cushion.
She looked up and saw it and came over on hands and knees.
"I love your cock," she whispered and kissed it. She licked her
tongue under the glans and slowly sucked it back into her mouth. I
groaned, feeling my balls start to fill up again. I wasn't sure I could
take another orgasm like that too soon.
"Let me give you a show, sailor boy."
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CHAPTER 3
(A Bit of Spoofing Fun from Friar Dave)
She stood unsteadily and stepped out of her silk bottoms, then
pulled off the top and stood there, naked. She had really small, pointy
tits with no sag at all to them, and I could count her ribs. She had a
very flat belly and no waist. Her hips were just a nice, miniature flare,
and she had terrific legs. And her pussy was completely hairless. She
raised her hands over her head and turned slowly for me. She had a
great, tight little ass, high and hard and round. Her skin was flawless,
and the only mark on her was a little mole on her left buttock.
When she turned back to me, I again stared at that lovely, bare
pussy. It was reddened and the lips were swollen. I could see a bump at
the top of it, sticking out a little. She ran her hands down under her
tits, cupping them, sort of, then she pinched and rolled her nipples. I
could hear a little gasp from her. She ran her hands lower, over her
waist and hips. When she slipped a finger between her legs and probed her
cunt, my cock started getting hard again.
The only problem I could see was that there was no way she was
going to get my cock into that little hole. I guess my doubts showed on
my face -- they sure didn't interfere with my cock -- because she said,
"I can't wait to feel that big fucker stretching me!"
She pulled me to my feet and stripped me faster than I could have
done it myself. Then she stepped up onto the couch, which put those
gorgeous titties right at mouth level as soon as I turned to face her. I
wasn't about to pass up some serious tit-sucking, not with those firm
little treasures, so I just started licking and sucking and slobbering
away, moving my face back and forth and running my hands up and down her
back and squeezing that tight ass of hers.
Meantime, of course, my cock was back to rock-hard and almost
horizontal (which is unusual for a dick this big). She kind of trapped
it between her legs, about calf-high, and slowly shifted from side to
side so she was kind of jerking it with her legs.
I slid one hand way down and around, between her legs, from behind.
I stuck a finger in her cunt. Wetter than a river, and tight. Then her
cunt seemed to open up -- and then tightened again. I got another finger
in there and then another, but that seemed to be her limit -- three
fingers. And she was going to get my cock in there? No way, I thought,
since my cock is maybe a quarter-inch shy of three inches thick -- and
the base is much fatter when it's completely hard. And it was.
But then she grabbed my head and said, "Come on, put that thing
against my pussy now! Do it!"
Who was I to refuse a (rich and pretty) lady? I used one hand to
raise my stiff dick nearly vertical. She bent her knees a little and
began grinding her slick little cunt around and around on it, all the
time moaning and making these little growling noises. She'd push her
cunt down and then move it side to side, so I could feel her heat and
moisture on my knob, and then she'd roll her hips and push down some
more -- like she was trying to wedge herself open.
She put one hand around my neck and the other between us. I felt
her pulling her cunt open. Then she hoisted one leg and wrapped it
around my waist. She jammed herself down and got about half my knob into
her, which was more than I expected and almost more than I could handle.
"Put your hands under my buns, sailor boy!" she breathed. Her voice
was harsh and breathy. I put one hand under her ass; my other hand was
busy keeping my cock pointed at her hungry little gash.
She put the other arm around my neck and then the other leg was
around my waist and she was like balancing herself on the end of my
deck, jouncing up and down and forcing more and more of it into her
little cunt. I could feel her opening to me, but really slow.
Then my glans popped all the way into her, and she growled really
loud and moaned, "It's going in! It's going in!" Then she started
clenching inside on me and gasping, her slim hips jerking real fast. She
was cumming as she used all of her maybe 95 pounds to jam herself down
on my pole. The strain of holding her up and keeping my balance was
helping me to hold off cumming again. On the other hand, she kept
pulling herself close to me, letting me feel her lovely titties mashing
against me as she settled slowly lower.
Finally, I managed to stammer that I couldn't stand much longer, and
she told me to sit on the couch. I turned, and she let her knees bend
onto the couch. I sat down kind of heavily and she managed to take
another couple of inches.
"C'mon, sailor! Get that fucker in me!" She pulled her legs up so
she was kind of crouched, squatting over me on the couch, with her hands
on my shoulders for balance and her pretty tits right in front of my
face. I leaned forward and sucked a nipple. It was hard and hot, and when
I started working my tongue on it, she moaned real loud. She put my
hands on her skinny hipbones and said, "Ram me down on it! Fuck it in!"
I really was afraid of hurting her. She had about seven inches in
her, and it felt like I was bottoming out. But she was impatient and put
her hands on top of mine and pressed my hands down onto her hips real
sharp and hard, over and over. I did my best to pull her down onto me,
but her hips were so skinny that I couldn't get a real good grip. I slid
my hands around and grabbed her ass. I could almost cover each butt with
one hand, her ass was so small. I grabbed her cheeks as tight as I could
and tried jerking her up and down over me.
That worked better, because I was getting a little more into her
with each stroke. It was almost like jerking myself off, only I had her
flesh between my hands and my dick. But she was loving it, every bit of
it. For me, it felt like my cock was being polished smooth by her tight
cunt.
I looked between her legs, at her bald slit. She was so stretched,
I couldn't even see her cunt lips. When I pulled her up, I could feel
the inside of her cunt sucking at my knob, and I could see the walls of
her twat turning inside out and coating maybe an inch of my thick dick.
Pushing back in made her cunt like implode, dragging her clitty inside
and against my cock, too, and she started jerking and grunting and
cumming, a lot. I felt her twat tighten still more on me, and it
began to clench down like a fist.
She got a good foot of my dick up inside her before I reached the
absolute limit. She was bouncing up and down, pounding herself onto me,
now, and I was trying to slow her down because it hurt when something
hard slammed into my knob.
"What's the matter, sailor? Can't you take it?"
That pissed me off. I squeezed her assflesh as hard as I could and
she screamed, "Yes! Yes! Hurt me! Yes!" and came all the harder.
Suddenly, she stopped bouncing and just kept pushing down at me,
moving her hips in these tight little circles and panting like she was
hyperventilating. I swear, I could feel that end of her cunt opening,
slowly spreading...and then my knob popped through it.
The crazy bitch wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled herself
right up against me and screamed so loud it hurt my ear. She kept
pushing down at me, harder and harder. She had all but that last, fat
inch inside her cunt when she made this really strange animal sound and
pushed down harder -- and had all of me! She'd managed to get 15 full
inches of cock into her, and she loved it!
"I feel so fucking STUFFED!" she yelled. And started screaming
again. I could feel the entrance muscles to her cunt, stretched so tight
around the fat base of my cock, flexing tighter and tighter. My balls
were tightening, too, and my dick started swelling up even more. She
just kept screaming, and then I shot off in her.
I guess it was because her cunt was so tight, and pinching my shaft,
but I just came in one long shot, like my guts melted and were erupting
into her. I could feel the heat of my own cum surrounding my knob in that
inner space. I guess I came for about 15 or 20 seconds nonstop, and her
flat little belly actually seemed to bloat a bit.
The pressure must have been too much for her, because she started
to lift her pussy up. I gasped when my knob popped back through that
constriction, but I was still cumming some in her. I looked at her face
and saw her eyes roll up so just the whites were showing and her eyelids
fluttering down -- and then she went limp. She'd passed out.
I eased her to the couch and slowly pulled my cock out of her. Even
limp, it still seemed like it must have gone up into her stomach. I
could see her tummy flatten as my dick withdrew. When my knob came out, a
whole mess of my goo and her goo came bubbling out of her little cunt.
Her eyes kind of half-opened and she smiled. "I have never felt so
damn FUCKED!" she said enthusiastically.
"My pleasure, ma'am."
She ran her hands down over her tits and tummy and down to her
pussy, which was still oozing all over that expensive seat. "When is
your hitch up, sailor?"
"Three months."
She groaned. "Damn, what am I going to do? I want to suck you and
fuck you and have you ream my asshole, too!"
Her asshole? She had to be kidding! She'd be disemboweled on my
dick! On the other hand, I'd been wrong about her before...
"What am I going to do until you're unhitched?" she pouted, fingers
gouging at her cunt. "Listen, if you agree to work for me here, I'll
give you the run of the girls -- provided you always save something for
me. Will you let me keep you?"
It didn't exactly sound like a fate worse than death, so I agreed,
of course.
"Maybe you could even do a couple of movies," she said. "With that
cock, you could be a star!" She smiled. "A shooting star!" Then she turned
somber again. "But until you get out -- Damn! I'm going to go crazy!" She
was writhing and rustling on the big leather seat, and my dick was filling
up again. She saw it stiffening and whispered, "Please -- in my ass this
time? You'll love it! I'll love it!"
As she rolled over and reached into the drawer of the end table for
a tube of lubricant, I stared dubiously at her tiny butt and pinpoint
asshole. Oh, well, I decided, if she really could take me in that tight
hole, it would be the best fuck yet. And if it was good enough, I'd tell
her about cousin Bill. She'd like "Wild Bill," as I called him. Ever
since we were kids, skinny-dipping down by Ten Mile Creek, he'd had a
nickname for me, too.
"Peewee."
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