From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Merchant Marine Baller (M, career)
Date: 19 Feb 1996 14:48:37 GMT

		  I Balled My Way Around The World!
				  by
			     Gary Plotkin

	I started sailing on freighters when I was seventeen years old.
That was back in 1967, and I've been sailing ever since. It's a good
life for a guy who likes to be free, travel and have adventures.

	Not the same kind of adventures the old timers had on those
sailing vessels, though. Those days belong to ancient history.

	I'm talking about bedroom adventures. That was what I was
looking for when I started out and I'm still looking for them,
although I have had them all around the world.

	I've been a pussy freak since I was twelve. I guess you could
describe me as a seaman by trade and a lover by inclination.

	I've read these articles by different guys who said one
certain ethnic type of woman was the best balling. I've tried them all
and I can't say that... they are ALL good!

	But don't let anyone tell you that women are the same all over
the world either. They are all different. Basically built the same of
course, but still different in so many wonderful, interesting ways.

	In Asia, Africa and Latin America, the only women a sailor can
get close to is a professional. Married women don't dare play around
and single girls live at home and are closely guarded.

	But those whores are different than these walking cash
register, these automatic pussies we have her in the States. Those
Asian, African an Latin American hookers enjoy what they do for a
living and even the best of them ask so little in terms of US currency
that it is almost free.

	And of course, here in the States, and in most European
countries and Australia, even a seaman doesn't have to pay for pussy.

	In England, Scotland and Australia, there is a certain type of
broad that automatically gets an itchy crotch whenever she spots a
seafaring man. And don't think we can't be spotted. No matter how
casually we dress, the broads spot us by our tanned faces and rolling
stride.

	In Liverpool, I balled a young broad AND her mom in a space of
ten hours. Joyce was a long legged brunette beauty who worked in a
Liverpool office and hung around waterfront bars because she had a
thing for seamen.

	I took her out for a few drinks then we went to her parents
house. It turned out that her father was retired British Navy and her
brother was in the merchant marine.

	We had a friendly visit, drank a lot of beer, then casually as
anything, Joyce and I went to bed. Her parents didn't seem to mind at
all. They seemed to take it all for granted.

	I balled Joyce most of the night. Then she had to go to sleep
so she could get up in time for work. In the morning, she left me in
bed and went to work. That was when her mom came in and asked me what
I'd like for breakfast.

	It seemed that the old man had also gone to work and the
mother and I were alone in the house. She was a pretty dark-eyed,
prematurely gray woman in her mid forties, a bit on the hefty side,
but still sexy.

	When I told her what I wanted for breakfast she blushed, then
giggled, but I got what I wanted. I have always enjoyed eating pussy
for breakfast.

	I was out in the Pacific islands before they got too fucked
up. They were fucked up by the GIs to a certain extent but the
tourists hadn't started going there yet. These Polynesian broads were
probably the best, if there is such a thing as best. I always liked
their directness. To them, sex was no big deep, dark secret. It was
something you did for fun, like dancing or swimming.

	The Arab whores in Beruit and Dar Es Salaam are something
else. They've been trained since childhood in the arts of pleasing a
man. The only trouble is you have to make sure you never fuck around
when you don't have a couple of pals along. You could end up a naked
corpse with a slit throat.

	The Filipino babes are out of sight too. They have the
tightest cunts in the world, even the hookers. But in Manila, you have
to be careful and not get fooled by a benabae, a drag queen. In the
Philippines it isn't easy to tell the difference.

	But what the hell, who cares?

	The merchant marine is a great career for a pussy freak.
Naturally you go weeks without any, but you can sure make up for it
whenever you go ashore!