"Furlough 2 & 3"( MF )[2/2]

    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."