I live in San Diego, and everyone knew when a Navy ship came into port. The thing about sailors is they've been away at sea for a long time; they were horny. They had money to spend, and I and some of my girlfriends were more than willing to help them spend it. We hung out in a waterfront bar called the Mermaid. There was nothing fancy about it; the beer was cheap. We were eighteen and thought we were classy: we drank cheap wine.
Like the dart board, the pool table and the bar stools, we were always there and sailors who were new to San Diego didn't know us but knew of us. "Hey, which one is Frannie? Whose Melody? Are you Ellie or Nora?"
No, I wasn't a prostitute and neither were my girlfriends. If a sailor wanted to buy me a drink, sometimes dinner and then have a roll in the hay, I was all in.
Speaking of eighteen, my girlfriends took me to the Mermaid the first time on my eighteenth birthday. According to them, my birthday present was the loss of my virginity. I was looking forward to it. Here's the thing, we all agreed that losing your virginity included your mouth losing its virginity. As I said, I was looking forward to it.
They ended up fixing me up with a twenty-five-year-old petty officer, He seemed to know what he was doing, I didn't but by morning neither my pussy nor my mouth were virgins.
From then on just about every weekend I hung out in the Mermaid.
I hated it when officers tried to pick me up. Sure, they had more money, were educated and were a step up in class, but they hated spending that money.
They'd buy you a drink and then expect you to take off your clothes. They thought they were god's gift. They weren't and take it from me, as a group they were lousy fucks.
Enlisted sailors were much more romantic. And they knew they had to put their best foot forward to get anywhere. Some were good fucks and some not so much.
I did the captain of a ship once; his ship was small, but he was big, if ya' know what I mean. We bounced around in bed, like a dinghy in a hurricane. I always looked for his ship to drop anchor.
The best times were when an aircraft carrier was in port. There were more sailors than available women; some married women, with husbands far from home, made themselves available. Most of the enlisted men were in their twenties; when one of those aircraft carriers came in, even women in their forties and fifties made themselves available.
If a girl couldn't get laid then, she wasn't trying.
I'm an equal opportunity kinda' girl and more than willing to do my part to keep up the morale of our fighting men. By that I mean, over the months and years I did sailors of every race you can think of and I have no idea what religion they were. That reminds me, the US has treaties with many countries, which means a few times a year, foreign navies found a friendly port in San Diego.
I'm not going to get into who was the best or the biggest. I don't keep score that way, but I will tell you that any time a Japanese ship put into port in San Diego, I was the first girl they saw when they walked into the Mermaid. I might as well as worn a neon sign saying I'm available.
The first time it happened by accident. A US destroyer and a Japanese ship were doing some kind of joint maneuvers off the coast. When they came into port the captains made bets on volleyball matches, baseball games, etc. The Americans and the Japanese got along well and at night ended up in the waterfront bars including the Mermaid.
I was sitting there with my girlfriend, Frannie, when an American sailor, Freddie starts talking to us and bought us drinks. There was nothing unusual about that. It happened a few thousand times a week in the Mermaid. Frannie and this sailor hit it off. "Hey Melody, Frannie this is my good friend, Minoru of the Japanese Navy."
Minoru spoke English almost perfectly and I thought he was cute, but a little young for me. I was twenty-three, but Frannie, my other girlfriends and I always tried to dress younger. We'd found that's what sailors liked.
"Girls, why don't the four of us get out of here. We'll get some booze and have some fun. Minoru and I each have a three- day pass."
It sounded good to Frannie and me. It wasn't our first rodeo, as they say. "Getting out of here" meant they had two motel rooms just a few miles north of San Diego. Freddie picked up four bottles of tequila on the way. Frannie drove, and I was in the back seat with Minoru.
When he tried to kiss me, I reciprocated. Did you know, it's not just the French who French kiss? It was only a few minutes before Minoru and I had our tongues busy.
They had adjoining rooms at the motel. Frannie and I had both been there before with sailors. Frannie admitted that one time she'd been there with two sailors. "Melody, if you ever get the chance . . ."
My girlfriends and I had few secrets. I was surprised Frannie didn't know the concept of doing more than one guy wasn't foreign to me.
The door was open between the two rooms. The tequila was flowing and soon Minoru and I were back in a lip lock. "Freddie and I need a little privacy," Frannie said. She closed the door between the rooms, but not before we saw that her blouse was open, and her bra was off. I was always jealous of Frannie's titties. They were big and I thought perfect. Minoru laughed, "Freddie's going to have fun with those."
As soon as Frannie locked the door, "Minoru, I hope you and I are going to have fun, too." Soon, his hands seemed to be everywhere at once; on my tits, under my skirt. If you think I was offended or this was non-consensual, you'd be wrong. My hand was trying to unbuckle his pants.
He was in my panties before I got in his pants. Now, I know many young women, including some of my girlfriends, shave or get a wax. Me, I'm just an old fashion girl. I'm a brunet, and my bush reflects that. It's always neatly trimmed. You never know, especially hanging out at the Mermaid, what might happen.
Like here with Minoru. My blouse was open, my bra was unhooked. His zipper was down. His hand was inside my panties. "Minoru, let's do this." I got out of bed and undressed. I'm 5'6" and my boobs are big enough: 34C. Most of the sailors who'd had access to them love them. Sadly, some of the younger ones had no idea what to do with them and mauled them. My nipples were sore the next day. By this time, a lot of sailors were familiar with my tits.
Minoru watched until I was completely naked. He smiled as he checked me out from head to toe. I'd seen men do this many times before; they were either leering, ogling or looking at me lustfully. Not Minoru, he was looking at me in admiration. I could tell the difference and loved it.
Only then did he get undressed. I stood there watching until he got down to his underwear. That's when I got back on the bed. I was shocked when he took off those boxers. I'd never seen a cock so big and it was just hanging there.
Generally speaking, what happened 99 times out of 100, and yes, there were probably that many, we'd do a lot of touchy-feely, then the sailor would get on top of me and we'd fuck. Later, we'd fuck again. If it was an overnight thing, we'd fuck again in the morning.
Rarely was there ever any pussy eating, and just as rare was there a blowjob. It's not that I didn't enjoy sucking a cock, it's just that it wasn't likely to happen during these one-night stand. It may not seem like it, but I had some standards.
That's not how it was with Minoru. His hands were gentle as they squeezed and massaged my tits. He ran one finger around my areola and my nipple; I barely felt it, but soon my nipple was hard. Only then did he rub that nipple between two fingers. "I'd love to kiss them, Melody."
I pushed his head toward my breasts. Meanwhile, my other hand was exploring his cock. It wasn't hard yet, but between playing with my titties and what my hand was doing, it wasn't too long. I'd noticed that Minoru wasn't circumcised. Just so you know, that didn't matter to me: cock was cock.
And now playing with his big cock, I have to admit, there is something special about a big cock. I'd had a few, but none as big as what my hand was playing with now. Maybe cock wasn't cock.
While his mouth, lips and tongue were all over my titties, his fingers were exploring my pussy. Just the way he played with my breasts, I could tell Minoru was different. Now, the way he did my pussy, confirmed that he was different.
He didn't ram his finger up my pussy and wiggle it around; then try to stuff a second one in there. Not, Minoru. Gently, he rubbed my pussy. "Right there?"
I nodded my head ‘no.'
Minoru rubbed my pussy. "Like that?"
This time I guided his hand. "Like this, nice and slow."
He did as I suggested and soon, "hmmmmm, hmmmmmm, hmmmmmmmmm. Keep going just like that." Minoru could not have been more than nineteen and he had me close to cumming.
Unconsciously, I stroked his big cock faster and I gripped it harder. When I realized what I was doing, I slowed down almost to a stop. I was afraid he'd cum; it had happened before; a number of times. Nothing ruins an evening more than a man who comes before we've started.
Meanwhile, "Minoru, keep doing my pussy like that. Don't stop." My hips and ass were moving faster and faster. "Ooooooooh. oooooooooh, oooooooooooh God. Ooooooooooh, I'm cumming."
This rarely if ever happened with these sailors. Oh, the fucking was fun, but no, I rarely if ever had an orgasm. "Come on, Minoru, fuck me."
"Melody, I'd love to eat you first."
I was shocked. This boy knew how to do my titties; with a little guidance, his fingers made me cum and now he was offering to eat me. Like I said, that never happened. I called him a boy. It didn't look like he shaved and there wasn't any hair on his chest nor much around his cock. "After what you just did to me, my pussy is all yours." I spread my legs farther apart.
Like with everything else Minoru did, he was gentle. His tongue gently slid up and down my slit. "Melody, you have the most beautiful pussy and you're so sweet," he mumbled with his face in my pussy. He was a nineteen-year-old going on thirty. I'd had a few of those thirty-year-olds. Like them, Minoru knew what he was doing.
His tongue moved a little higher, "here?" I didn't feel bad about telling him where I wanted his tongue. He seemed receptive. Oh yeah, he was receptive. Usually after I had one orgasm, it was much easier for me to have another and another.
To be honest that only happened when I was masturbating. It never happened on those one-night stands with sailors. It was happening with Minoru. "Like that, baby. Right there. Hmmmmmmm, hmmmmmmmm, your tongue feels so good. Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah."
Nineteen-year-old Minoru, over the next hour, provided me with the best year of my life. He ate my pussy, then ate it some more and then some more; and I begged him to keep going. While he kept eating, I kept cumming; the most amazing orgasms; orgasms like I never had before swept over me. Like I said, more than in the last year.
For that hour, I forgot he had a cock; just a tongue; a magical tongue; a magnificent tongue; a majestic tongue. "I'm sorry Melody, you've exhausted me," he crawled up next to me; his face soaked with my pussy juices.
He apologized for not being able to keep eating. That almost caused another orgasm. It took me a long while to come down. Minoru's wet face was between my tits. Of course, I didn't mind. I kissed him; his mouth tasted like my pussy.
Then I did something I'd rarely if ever done with a sailor. I started kissing his chest and then lower and lower. My hand was playing with his cock. "Thank you, Minoru that was the most extraordinary thing that's ever happened to me."
"Melody, your pussy was so good to eat. I'll do it again if you want."
"Not yet." I don't claim to give a great blowjob; that's for the guys I've blown to decide. Tonight, I have to say I gave a virtuoso performance. It didn't hurt that Minoru had a big cock; the biggest one I'd ever come in contact with. Long and fat. And hard, did I mention hard. "Minoru, you're cock is so big and hard."
"That's from eating your beautiful, sweet pussy." Wasn't that nice of him to say? He was nineteen; his cock was hard because he was in bed with a naked girl. It had nothing to do with my pussy, but in the moment, I wanted to believe otherwise.
I'd never been able to deep throat, but tonight, I'm sure I took more cock than ever. It had everything to do with the way Minoru ate me. I was kneeling between his legs bobbing up and down on that splendid piece of manhood. I wanted to give him the best blowjob he'd ever get. Thirty years from now, I wanted him to look back and say, ‘remember that American girl in San Diego. No one's ever given me a better blowjob.'
When I got tired, I played with his balls. Like everything else about his cock, his ball sack was unusually big. So much more for my tongue and mouth to play with. I'd lick my way up his shaft; make sure his foreskin was pulled all the way back and use my tongue and lips on his fully exposed cockhead.
After catching my breath, my lips were sliding down his cock again. I was bobbing; hungry to make him cum; hungry to taste his cum.
Then I didn't. "Melody," he said, gently pulling my hair, "it is the gentlemanly thing to remind you that I'm going to cum soon. If you don't want it in your mouth, it's okay."
I'd never heard that before. Usually when a guy got close, he'd press my head down on his cock until he finished, Yes, I wanted to swallow all Minoru's cum. I took it out of my mouth for a moment. "Thank you, Minoru, but I . . ."
I was looking at the magnificent, stiff cock. It was beautiful and glistened with my saliva, "but I'd love you to fuck me." It wasn't the first time I said that to a sailor.
I rolled onto my back; my legs spread. "Is your pussy ready? I'll eat you some more if you want."
My pussy had been ready since his fingers made me cum. I pulled him on top of me and guided his cock inside my pussy. I was so wet and he was so hard, his cock slipped in easily. "Minoru, fuck me. Fuck me good."
Just like everything else about this boy, he surprised me. For the next, I don't know how long, he didn't fuck me; he made love to me.
You girls reading this who've been fucked and made love to, know the difference. You can tell and doesn't take long. I rarely if ever came with a cock inside me. Minoru moved in such a way that I did. Not as frequently or as intensely as when he was eating me, but I did.
When I was getting fucked, my hips and ass moved like a perpetual motion machine. Consciously, I wanted to make sure that my partner was getting the best fuck of his life.
It was different with Minoru. I started out that way, but unconsciously, I began to move at the same rhythm he was moving. It was as if we were one. It was amazing; marvelous.
Minoru was the best lover I'd ever had, and it isn't even close. None of my, admittedly, many lovers or to be honest, fuckers, came even close to the way he made love to me. Even as I felt him finishing; his cock throbbing in my pussy, I was already thinking, when will he be ready to do me again?
Like I said, he was the greatest lover ever, but he wasn't superman. I was sighing, moaning, whimpering, as Minoru came and collapsed on top of me.
For the longest time, we cuddled. I did something I never did, I whispered how I felt. "No one's ever made me feel like that. Your tongue brought me places I've never been."
"I've never had a more beautiful or sweeter tasting pussy and the way you did . . ."
"You mean the way I sucked your cock. I've never enjoyed one so much. Next time, I'll keep going if you want, all you have to do is ask."
"I'd like that, but having my cock in your pussy. . ."
"It's all yours whenever you're ready." I was hoping, but I could feel his cock, dead against my thigh.
An hour or so later, I reached for that dead cock. I wasn't surprised when it began to stir; after all Minoru was nineteen and there was a naked, willing, very willing, I might add, woman in bed with him.
"You're making my cock hard again."
"I hope so. I'm ready for more whenever. . ."
"Melody, I couldn't get enough of eating your pussy."
"Are you saying, you'd like to eat me again?"
"No, I'm saying, I'd love to eat your pussy again."
Did I tell you he was the sweetest, kindest boy? "Minoru, after all we've done, my pussy feels so yucky. I need a quick shower to get clean. I'll be right back." I squeezed his cock; his now hard cock. "Hold that thought."
In the shower, I reveled in what had happened over the last few hours. As I washed my pussy, I wondered if Minoru understood the word ‘yucky.' I'd bet he would have gone down on me regardless. I smiled at the thought.
I came out of the bathroom naked. "Wow, Melody, you're more beautiful than I thought."
"How sweet of you, Minoru." I came into his arms. "Where were we?"
He didn't say anything but started kissing my tits and in a few minutes was between my legs. "Your pussy is more beautiful than I remember." Then his tongue started, "and sweeter."
Except for sleep and a little to eat, that's how Minoru's three-day pass went. Occasionally, we'd hear Frannie and Freddie next door and we'd giggle. "Do you think they heard us?" Minoru asked.
"Well, they're not going to hear me," I laughed, putting his huge cock back in my mouth. The truth was I did hum on it , "hmmmmmmm, hmmmmmm, hmmmmmmm." But not nearly loud enough to be heard in the room next door.
The Japanese ship weighed anchor. I waved as it sailed away. I wondered when the next Japanese ship was scheduled to have a joint exercise with our boys.
After a few days' rest, it was back to the Mermaid.
TO BE CONTINUED
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