“No, take you -in- bed”, was your reply, voice soft and deep.

So, we undressed, quickly, and I went off to the bathroom to
clean up. The lights were off when I got out, and I could see you lying
there, with the covers kicked back, by the light from behind me, just
before I turned that one off too. I made my way over to the bed, slowly
in the dark, letting my eyes adjust to show me your form stretched out
there. And I knew I wanted you tonight…

Wanted to taste you, feel you… A gentle push on your hip, and
you were lying flat, and I could lay a trail of kisses down your chest,
and down the line of fur that leads down, across your abdomen, bumping
into your smooth, half-erect cock with my cheek, feeling how soft the
skin of it is before running my tongue over it once, just to get your
attention. Oh, yes, I had it now… Long, soft licks, savouring the
feel of you, growing harder with each touch of my tongue.

And you, moving your hand against my leg, trailing it softly up
the inside of my thigh as I continued my work. You reached my crotch,
as I knelt over you, and pressed up against it with your knuckles, and I
moaned softly, taking the head of your cock into my mouth, enjoying the
feeling, and turning my hips further towards your hand. You moved it up
further then, trailing it across the back of my thigh, and then across
my cheek, and then back down by my tailbone. I moaned again as you
brushed against my anus, and then paused there, rubbing slow circles,
and pressing ever so slightly as I slid my mouth slowly up and down the
length of you. As we continued, I pushed back against your hand, almost
to urge you on.

“Umm… your finger, it’s awfully dry…”

“I was wondering… Can you reach the lotion?”

“Mmm, hmmm…”, and I reached up to the dresser top for it,
passing the bottle back to you and returning to my licking, applying
just a little bit of suction. The lotion was cool along my tailbone,
but warmed quickly. This time, your finger slipped in easily, and you
began a slow pace that I echoed with my mouth and hand. A little bit
faster, then, and I could feel the beginnings of an orgasm building,
even though you were doing nothing beyond stroking that one finger
slowly in and out of my ass as I suck and licked at you.

The second finger went in almost as smoothly as the first, and
the pace never changed, but it was getting harder and harder to keep up
the blowjob I’d been giving you as the tension grew. And then I was
shaking and spasming around your fingers, unable to continue stroking
you, managing a lick across your balls as I shuddered. I felt you
withdrawing, and the twist of your body as you reached for the towel.

Then your voice, muttering something about more, and your hands,
gently moving me, urging me to turn, facing the edge of the bed, your
knees inside mine, and I -did- want more. You must have heard that,
because after a moment, you had spread more of the lotion over me, and
then nothing, for a while, and something about wanting to be well and
thoroughly lubricated for me.

Again, then, just one finger, only this time there was half a
sting as it entered me, and I twitched, and then the soothing lotion was
doing its work and I was relaxing again, just enjoying the sensation. I
knew what was next. The head of your cock felt smooth, and warm, as you
pressed it slowly against me, easing me open, and I could feel you stop
your motion, letting me rock slowly back onto you, slowly, slipping
maybe half the head in, and then out, as my muscles relaxed into the
feeling of your penetration. Then the whole head slipped in, and I
gasped and stopped rocking for a moment, then started the rocking again,
trying to get you deeper. Passing the widest part, I had to stop again,
and hold, and then pulled almost off and back into you again, clearing
the hurdle and stopping again, and feeling you start the slow rocking
motion yourself, slipping ever deeper as we continued…

I could feel you getting even harder as you moved, fucking me
oh, so slowly, your excitement growing. I was on the brink of coming
again myself. Reaching back, underneath myself, I could just reach to
stroke behind your balls, pressing up with my fingers, feeling the
slickness of the lotion that had spread over the two of us, feeling you
stretching me wide and sinking so deep into me. Still not all of you
in, either, and I wanted you all… Feeling your orgasm building, and
your hands tightening their grip on my waist as you tried not to slam
those last few thrusts too hard, as you came, hard, inside of me. My
own small cries of pleasure sounded loud in my ears, echoing through the
mattress as I reached my own climax.

Your withdrawal left me feeling empty, and strangely both
finished and unfinished, twitching, and with my legs shaking, out of my
control. You got up, walking around the bed, to the bathroom to wash
up, and as the light flicked on, my nerves began to spiral down and my
thoughts were sifting in some semblance of order. I managed to get up,
and tottered on still-shaking legs to the door in time to meet you
coming out, and made my own clean-up efforts.

Coming back in, and slipping bed again, and lying down to hold
you close for a moment, felt good, and warm. But I wasn’t satisfied
yet, and you knew it, and when my twitches stopped, you were raising up
again, onto your own hands and knees, kissing me, moving to lick at me,
and send me into another series of orgasms before you moved up again, my
feet still draped over your shoulders. You were hard again – too soon,
really – and I was dripping wet now, and you slipped into me easily this
time, as you started to fuck me again. Hard this time, the way you knew
I wanted you, and I bucked and wriggled under you in my pleasure as I
came, and again, and again, until I couldn’t anymore, and still you
slammed into me, until, wrapping my legs around your hips, you stopped,
and let yourself down onto me, holding me close and me holding you,
biting and licking at each others’ necks.

“Are you okay?” I think that was your question.

“Mmmm. You? You haven’t come yet…?”

“No, that was for you… I’m fine. Have I told you recently
that you have a wonderful ass?”

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 12. 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 here in the States. Those Asian, African and 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 prettyy 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 GI’s 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 Manilia, you ahve to be careful and not
get fooled by a benabae, a drag queen. In the Phillipines 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!

Janet was just as well build as she was and just as horny. Her
boyfriend had his dick up her ass and she was moaning in pleasure. She
saw us in the doorway and told me to come in. I looked at Barbara and she
nodded “yes”. I walked in and she followed me in. Now my dick was fully
awake and wanted to get in on some action. I got in front of Janet and
started kissing her and massaging the outside her pussy with on hand and
caressing her tits with the other. Meanwhile, Barbara got behind Mark and
stroked his long dick while he was sliding in and out of Janet. She
pressed her body against his back and was starting to fondle the crack of
his ass.

My aching dick was begging for attention. Janet wanted to be
massaged. So I penetrated her insides with my fingers. She moaned more
as I gently stroked inside her. She was dripping wet and wanted more. As
she moaned and got closer to her climax she kissed harder and we sucked on
each others’ tongues harder. She asked for another finger inside her.
Not wanting to disappoint her, I entered another and soon after another.
I didn’t wanted to damage her and her pussy opened up and relaxed just
long enough to let me in. Finally she yell “Yes! Yes!” I had entered my
whole hand inside her up to my wrist. I moved my hand gently at the same
rythm as Mark was sliding his tool in and out of her back side. Janet
started shuddering in the wild ecstasy of orgasm and her juices came
flowing.

At the same time Mark started cumming, Barnara pulled him out and
grabbed his tall cock and sucked on it to get all the cum. At the same
time, I slowly took out my dripping hand in insert my waiting dick to feel
the throb of her pussy. As her sensation subsided, I started feeling the
massive pleasure wave build inside me. She sensed this, pulled me out,
she laid back on the bed, slipped under me while I was on my knees, and
placed my dick between her breasts and pressed them together so I could
tit fuck her. She massaged her tits and nipples and I came and she spread
the cum all over herself.

By then, Mark was done with his load and when Barbara saw me cum all
over her sister’s chest, she let go of Mark’s flacid dick and started
licking the cum off Janet’s chest. The 2 sisters seemed to become
desperately hungry for cum. They started pushing each other for a
position to get the drops of cum. As my orgasm ended, they were both
trying to suck the drops off my dick. I grabbed a tit from each girl to
try keep cumming and have the moment last longer.

As I relaxed, Janet lay quietly, still enjoying the sensations of her
massive orgasm. Barbara was eager to get her turn, so Mark worked with
her tits and started sucking on her pussy vigorously. Although he was
still out of commission for a little while, he was glad to help out a girl
in distress. Barbara arched back and tilted her head back as if the
motion would draw his togue deeper inside her. She wanted more and had a
finger in her mouth as if she wanted to suck on a dick at the same time.
Unfortunately, I wasn’t ready for another round yet. Then Janet saw the
desire in Barbara and got up and walked toward the closet and opened it.
On one shelf was a huge rubber cock. It had veins like copper plumbing
and must have been 12″ long and 4″ in diameter. It had the right flesh
color and looked almost real. Janet stuck it inside her once about half
way to get some of her pussy juice on it and went to Barbara. She gave it
to her and Barbara started sucking on the end of it. She looked like she
wanted to get the whole thing in her mouth. That cock seemed to be the
thing she was missing for the moment. She came in a massive orgasm and
shook the whole bed. Mark was still eating her and licked up all the
juices that flowed from her.

Then she started relaxing and absorbing the pleasure of the feeling of
her orgasm. She put the rubber cock next to her and stroked it as she
continued to enjoy the feeling inside her.

We all relaxed quietly next to one another. I was thinking about the
experience we had just had. I glanced at the clock and finally noticed it
was 10:30 in the morning. The day was still young. As it turned out, we
stayed with each other the rest of the day to try out some more new
experiences.