WHY WAS I PHYSICALLY ATTRACTED TO ELEANOR

First we start out with three large cans of crushed tomatoes, one large can of tomato sauce, one large can of tomato puree, one large can of tomato paste and a large can of spring water. Then after mixing all the liquid ingredients in a saucepan, we toss in four tablespoons of each ingredient of the Italian Trinity. Or oregano, parsley and Italian seasonings as they are more commonly called, along with three bay leaves that are all mixed in thoroughly.

 Now comes the hard part that either makes or breaks the sauce. Over a medium heat, we want to reduce the sauce while it cooks so we have to make sure that we stir it every two to three minutes so it doesn't burn. I remember that we used an egg timer while I was growing up as a constant reminder of when the sauce needed to be stirred again. And we would even take turns stirring it too, that is when we weren't fighting over who turn it actually was.

 Add once the sauce began to boil around the edges again, we had to get a grown up to reduce the heat to a slow simmer. Then they also tossed in a pinch or two of baking soda or four tablespoons of sugar.

 A word of warning here, if you use decide baking soda, be very careful and don't over do it. As too much baking soda will totally ruin your sauce. That's why I prefer using sugar instead. Since the taste is only altered slightly if you use too much or too little, plus the sauce is never ruined in the process. Though using either ingredient will help reduce the acidity level of the sauce as it cooks. And also makes it much sweeter too in the process, in a partially covered pot so the steam can vent.

Now all we have to do is stir our sauce occasionally every eight to ten minutes for the next four to six hours. And during the holidays, we usually have two or three pots going at the same time. As one or two of them were for the meatballs and Eggplant Parmesan, while a third pot was usually reserved for the Sausage and Chicken Parmesan. Because the meatball pots usually tended to get a bit over crowded once all the meatballs are added in. This also gave us a little wiggle room to ladle out some of the extra sauce that we used to prepare our Eggplant Parmesan and Chicken Parmesan with, before we started to bake them in the oven.

Stale bread is the cornerstone that makes a stale sandwich. So the longer the bread stays on the shelf unused, the worse your sandwich will taste. Because of this, we rotate our bread stock twice a week. Once our bread hits the three-day mark, we use it to make our homemade bread crumbs.

And we use all of it too, not just the rolls. Our bread crumbs are made with white bread, wheat bread, pumpernickel bread, rye bread, sourdough bread and even the whole-grain or multi-grain breads too. We also toss in the flat breads including wraps, pitas, baguettes, chibatta’s, panini’s, bagel’s and English muffins. Plus all the leftover round and long submarine rolls too. So basically, everything except the kitchen sink.

Once our bread hits the two or three-day mark, we lay it out on baking sheets in the refrigerator to chill and dry out a little bit more. And when it’s ready we cube it all up into one to two inch squares with the crust still attached. Next we place the baking pans into 350 degree-preheated for about 10 to 15 minutes or until they begin to crust up. Lastly our dried out and freshly baked bread cubes spend a few minutes inside a pulsing food processor. Filling the bowl up about three-quarters of the way each time, just so we don’t jam the darn thing up.

This is where we add all the other ingredients like our Italian Trinity of blended spices consisting of parsley flakes, oregano and Italian seasoning. Plus for some added zip, we also add a pinch or two of rosemary, sage and thyme to each batch we make. Finally we store our finished bread crumbs inside the fridge in a sealed container. Or if we have excess, it’s off the freezer in a zip-lock bag.    

After seeing Eleanor's desert menu, I just had to sink my teeth and Egor into her goodies. 

Eleanor dropped her robe  then pulled off her T-shirt, showing me her Cupcakes and Bunt Cake.

During our first doggie style sexual encounter, Eleanor got her hair pulled and spanked.

So I decided by a vote of 4 to 1 (my balls always voted with my dick), I had to end it with Eve.

Despite wanting to wait until Monday to break-up with Eve, Eleanor wanted me to do it today.

We broke my old record of five busted nuts in about an hour, and felt bad about hurting Eve.

Eleanor’s Desert Menu was at least a thousand times better then I ever imagined it was over the past four months. Her beautiful apple sized pale cupcakes were frosted with light pink colored areolas just about the size of an Eisenhower half-dollar. Then perfectly centered on each half a buck was a pretty pink sweet tart that was begging me taste both of them.

And upon scanning south past her white frosted sheet cake stomach was her German chocolate frosted pussy hairs that looked like they had an extra heaping helping of coconut tossed in just for me. And I couldn’t wait to stick my finger right in the middle of Eleanor’s cake pan to see if she was done yet. By slowly withdrawing my digit to see if it’s completely batter or DNA free and clean.

But when I softly wrapped my lips around one of Eleanor’s sweet tarts, she slowly unbuttoned my 501 jeans to release the kraken. Then just a few heartbeats later, as my tongue and lips were slowly darting from nipple to nipple. Eleanor quickly pulled my t-shirt off over my head with one hand as she lightly stroked my giant Titan with the other.

And just to keep the record straight, Egor has been known from time to time, to use both the alias Kraken as well as Titan when he’s doing top secret undercover work for foreign governments. Though, Eleanor wasn’t a foreign diplomat, I did indeed work for the government as a common sailor. Then as I stepped out of my jeans that pooled on the floor around my ankles, I quickly tangled my fingers in Eleanor’s light-brown northern curls.

And no matter how many times or number of fingers that I used to check out Eleanor’s bunt cake. She was always extremely moist and so wet with desires that she left a very noticeable DNA sample on all the Russian digits I used. And less then ten minutes later, when I tangled my fingers in her southern mound of coconut frosting, Eleanor softly said. “Larry can you please, make love to me?”

Then after letting out a slight giggle, I asked. “Now, while were standing up?”

And as Eleanor, quickly giggled back at me, and said. “No silly, on the rug.”

Then without using either one of my hands because they were both pretty busy and still preoccupied at the time. I managed to slide Eleanor’s cocktail table over with my leg, just far enough so we plenty of room for some serious fucking.

And as our lips made contact, we slowly lowered ourselves into the newly cleared space and Eleanor assumed the missionary position. Then I momentarily broke out lip lock before I quickly mounted her and shoved my rock hard cock into her still juicy little split tail. That was a slang and derogatory term that some men in the navy used to specify a women or sailors that were girls. And because of the type of hat they wore.

But I decided and meant it to be used it in a different way here. That was a pretty nice spin on the word cocktail, using split tail, don’t you think? And what do you think about this one for the word coffee? I’ve got my pestle (cock) pounding my beans (balls) up against Eleanor’s mortar (pussy). But either way, coffee table or cocktail table, Eleanor and I made love for the very first time between it and her sofa.

Which I successfully managed to hold out for a little over five minutes using my Ancient Chinese Secret (ACS) before spilling my man cake batter all over the inside of her oven. After Eleanor and I made love on the floor in her living room, we just laid there for a few minutes talking. And that’s when she asked. “So Larry, how did you like finally seeing my desert menu?”

Trying very hard not to snicker, giggle or laugh, I simply replied. “Other than missing the ala mode part, your pussy pie and frosted cupcakes were absolutely delicious.”

Giggling now too, Eleanor said. “I like cookies and crème myself. But maybe next time I’ll try to hold out for some cum’s from cock.”

Almost laughing now, I just replied. “Yea, you also might want to try my fresh homemade eggnog too. It’s available in limited quantities and in small hand pumped batches. Plus it’s only available for a limited time too, usually during the holidays. And cum’s (pun intended) with an adjustable straw. But the only problem seems to be of the one size fits most design. Because the built in straw is a lot easier to suck and swallow when it’s hard and rigid, than it is when it’s soft and flexible.”

Laughing now too, Eleanor quickly said. “Let me up, I have to pee. We can finish this conversation later, in my bedroom. Where we’ll have a lot more room and be a lot more comfortable too.”

Adding my laughter to hers, I said. “Camping in a hotel room like this sure beats roughing it out in the wild, plus the climate-controlled room here is far better then relying on nature’s unpredictable weather patterns and storm fronts.”

Talk about roughing it, Eve wasn’t around this time to give me one of her world famous nipples to knees sponge baths. And for almost four months now, I was kind of getting used to them. Because even though it was a simple blowjob or Eve and I were pounding out another fresh batch of her egg salad, I always got a sponge bath afterwards. But I will especially miss Eve using her blow dryer on my cock and balls the most.

Eleanor’s master bathroom had the standard four piece setup with a separate tub and corner shower stall. The commode was on the wall opposite the door with the sink off to the right as I stood to take a leak. Then the tub and shower were on opposite sides of the room at the far end. Next to the shower and directly across from the tub, was a floor to ceiling double door linen closet.

Man the wheels were definitely turning and burning when I first saw this room. Because all I wanted to do was give Eleanor a navy shower, dry her off then give her sponge bath only to dry her off all over again. And that was the first thing I thought about, when Eleanor just provided me with a simple wash cloth and a hand towel to use.

But I wanted to lick, kiss, touch, rub, caress and tickle every square inch of her body over and over again in the shower, then in the tub and when I dried her off both times too. While I was with Eleanor, I was basically left to fend for myself, not that it was ever a problem or anything. Because I did very same thing throughout my teenage years and way before Suzan started assisting me.

Then again while I was deployed, and occasionally when I was in between girlfriends or between ex girlfriends, depending on which side of the coin you preferred. Or whether your glass was either half full or half empty, but in my particular case, my glass was still always half full.

Also with Eve, I wasn’t even allowed to watch her clean herself up or use the bathroom either. Because after Eve was finished with me, I was always sent out into another room. Like I was being punished for fucking her and that I needed to be put in time out or something.

But with Eleanor, she let me stay and watch her piss right along with her washing and drying her cooter pie. While at the same time, she even watched me take a leak and clean my baby dragon along with his twin eggs. Which of course were always hanging right below his flaccid, stiff or semi-rigid neck?

And as I was comparing the stark contrast between these two wonderful young ladies, when it came to sex and the aftermath of it, I couldn’t help chuckling. But I was soon busted when Eleanor asked. “What’s so funny Larry?”

So being the nice little Italian boy from a good family that I am, I had to lie to her by saying. “Here we are cleaning up after a wonderful sexual interlude. And you’re sitting on the pot washing up while I’m standing doing the same. Does that mean, if we make love again, it’s my turn to sit on the toilet while you stand up?”

Laughing Eleanor quickly replied. “I guess we’ll just have to make love again to find out, won’t we. The Last one in the bedroom is a rotten egg.”

Funny, how she chose to use that particular phase. Eleanor had no way of knowing that Eve was going to be the Egg Salad Sandwich in My X-Rated Sandwich Shop. Since I didn’t even come up with the idea until many years later, when the R U Hungry Grease Trucks. With the R U meaning Rutgers University were once again being criticized in the news again for naming some of their specialty sandwiches after the people who ordered them.

Plus that was also when I decided that I was going to combine comedy and a sandwich shop together, by naming all of my specialty sandwiches after the many women who touched my heart, dick and balls over the years.

So I started converting the Submarine Shop menu that Gary and I created many years ago into My X-Rated Sandwich Shop. Plus that’s also when I decided to use the notes that I jotted down in my many wheel books and start converting into the trials, the tribulations and the drama that all the girls and I shared my bed with.

But even still, Eleanor was right on point when she said rotten egg. Because what her and I just did to poor Eve was rotten to the core. By anyone’s standards, especially Eve’s who did eventually become my Egg Salad Sandwich.

Now as I just stood there giving her the stink eye, Eleanor shot right off the commode just like a Gemini Rocket leaving the launch pad at Cape Canaveral. As she sprinted through the door and into her bedroom, then slowly walked over to door and leaning against its frame, and simply said. “Yea, but the rotten egg gets to pick the position.”

Then after giggling Eleanor quickly snapped back. “Any positions fine as long as its missionary.”

And within a single heartbeat, I softly replied. “But the dragon wants to make love to his fair maiden doggie style.”

Then Eleanor quickly flipped over from flat on her back to up on all fours. With her lovely ass and beautiful bushy cunt pointing right at me begging me to cum (pun intended) and get some. And with me being the nice little Italian boy from a good family that I am. Who am I to refuse such a visual and open invitation?

So after our brief intermission in the bathroom, Eleanor and I were now in her bedroom for round number two. As I slowly walked over to her bed, my cock got harder and harder the closer I got. Though I really wanted to shove my nose, tongue and face deep into her hairy womanhood, but Eleanor and I never discussed the oral part of our relationship. And I didn’t want to turn her highly sexually stimulated switch off by sticking my nose somewhere it didn’t belong. Or for that matter, someplace that she didn’t like or want it.

So when I climbed up to join her, I softly whispered in her ear. “I’m going to try and teach you a few tricks while we’re making love this time. Are you sure you’re ready for this?”

After giggling slightly, Eleanor replied. “What kind of tricks?”

Giggling back, I just said. “You’ll see.”

And as Eleanor nodded her head in agreement, I quickly grabbed my first hand full of her light brown curls. And while I slowly pulled her head back slightly, I pushed my cock in her moist gash just as far. Then without warning, Eleanor reared backwards to engulf the entire length of my rigid shaft and dropped down on her elbows.

Now mind you, elbows and knees are just as good as hands and knees are. But the additional friction on my German war helmeted pecker would put an early end to dog portion of our little dog and pony show here. So I quickly gave Eleanor’s right ass cheek a moderate sharp smack, that caused her to inch forwards a little bit and pop back up to her hands and knees again.

Then each time Eleanor put her elbows, arms, cheek or head down on her bed, she got a quick slap on the ass. And whenever she tossed her head or hair back towards me, I just as quickly grabbed myself a handful or two. Then with this additional leverage, I buried my stiff bone deeper inside her almost dripping wet little fuck-hole.

And once Eleanor discovered all the new ground rules to our little game, she frequently bowed forward or reared back just to receive her anticipated reward. And with me being the nice little Italian boy from a good family that I was. I had no problem giving Eleanor a little treat whenever she did a trick or begged me for one.

Otherwise, I simply kept both my hands on Eleanor’s hips as I continued slowly sliding my hard meat stick in and out of her slick gash. When all of a sudden and just like Eleanor was reading my mind, she tossed her head back so far, that she almost looked me right in the eye. And those sparkling blue eye of hers were pleading with me to pull her hair again, only harder this time.

Since she silently asked me so nicely and was offering it up to me on a silver platter. But mainly because I was about to explode anyway, I took two hands full of Eleanor’s light brown hair as close to her scalp as I could grab a hold of and pulled hard.

Then as my hips and cock were pushing her forwards at the same time my arms and shoulders were pulling her backwards. Eleanor’s knees and lower legs were the only part of her beautiful naked body that was still making contact with her bed. And about a dozen or so heartbeats later, I filled her wet and hairy little playpen up with a freshly brewed batch of my homemade baby butter.

And when my internal pump stopped delivering my nut juice deep into Eleanor’s womanhood, I quickly released her imprisoned locks as we both collapsed onto her bed totally exhausted. Then as we awoke many hours later, I was playing the part of the big spoon. While Eleanor was almost curled up in the fetal position and acting as my little spoon and my partner in crime.

Although it’s been a long time since I got to be the big spoon, I had all the boxes checked off on my instant booty call checklist. Top hand on boob (check), bottom hand and arm under neck (check), top leg between hers (check), face buried in the nape of her neck (check), and my little dragon hot-dogged right between Eleanor’s ass cheeks (check and mate).

Plus as I stated earlier, it’s been a long time since I slept with Sally in Wisconsin that I got to play the part of the big spoon. Because Tori always slept on my chest and Eve made me her little spoon. I guess did that so I couldn’t run off in the middle of the night and sleep with someone else. Also every time I had to get up to take a leak, Eve stayed up just to make sure that I got back into bed with her. So she could wrap me up into her ultra-protective cocoon all over again.

Not that I minded at the time, but looking back in retrospect. Eve was one very insecure and unstable young lady. But on the flip side of the coin, being with her also had its perks too. Take for instance, even though I missed my bright orange neon sign shaped like a Ford E100 econoline van. Eve wouldn’t have been able to blow me while lying across the bench seat of my 1972 Chevelle Greenbrier Station Wagon.

She would have had to try bending over or around the center console, or try and squeeze between the pedals and under the dashboard. And even though it my sound like fun, if she accidentally hit the gas with excitement. As I was exploding down her lovely throat, we would have been wrapped around a telephone pole for sure. Or if she leaned on the brake pedel a bit to hard, Eve could have been thrown into the firewall.

Plus I wouldn’t have been able to grab a handful of ass cheek or play the stink-finger game in return. Especially during the few times I asked Eve to get completely naked for me before blowing me. So in a weird sort of way, I was actually starting to miss Eve’s constant nagging along with her willingness to have sex whenever and wherever I wanted. Or maybe I was starting to feel a little bit guilty for leaving her for Eleanor, who knows.

So I gave Eleanor’s naked and still sleeping body my patented three-prong assault. By slowly flexing my kegel muscles, I made Egor flex and contract while still sandwiched between her ass cheeks. Then with my feisty little dragon working his magic by doing the happy dance on Eleanor’s lower body, my hand was following the same soothing rhythm on her upper body, by squeezing and releasing the ripe apple-sized breast that I held within my grasp.

Then to get Eleanor’s mind and spirit in sync with her body, I kept softly whispering into the nape of her neck over and over again. “I want to fuck you now. It’s time to wake up so I can fuck you now.”

And because I was attacking Eleanor’s bottom, middle and top simultaneously and in perfect harmony, it took her less then ten minutes to respond to my unrelenting assault. I mean I had her fidgeting and slowly twitching to my middle and lower attacks at the same time she was moaning and panting to my hot breath softly blowing on the nape of her neck.

And once Eleanor’s breathing and heart rate increased, I released her trapped tit and slowly started backing away from her. Then Eleanor slowly and very instinctively rolled over onto her back as she spread her legs and pearly gates wide open for me.

So I just sat back in awe while I stared into Eleanor’s fuzzy little light brown playground as if it was a crystal ball. Like it was going to reveal a brief glimpse of my future from somewhere deep within it. But instead, I saw that she was wet with desire and aching with need.

Then her arching back told me that Eleanor was looking for something different to fulfill her need. And that wasn’t something that my cock could give her. As if the wetness between Eleanor’s legs wanted and desired me to start licking her womanhood. And to keep licking it until Eleanor begged me to start fucking her again.

But mostly, because I have never tasted Eleanor before, so I easily convinced myself that there was no time like the present. Plus I also noticed that there were tiny droplets of due forming on the tender folds of the exposed pink flesh that was peeking out between the brambles of her light brown pubic hair.

And that’s also when I heard those sweet little droplets of nectar calling out to me over and over again, as they said. “Inhale me, lick me, taste me and savor me.”

Then it was those few haunting words that drew my nose, tongue and lips closer to Eleanor’s wide-open and inviting snatch. And just like a moth to a flame, my mouth moved closer and closer to her heat. Because I wanted too, and above all, I needed to quench my thirst and hunger in Eleanor’s tropical oasis.

And once I closed the short distance between us. I quickly ran the tip of my tongue from Eleanor’s taint to the top of her clit gathering up all the surface dew that I could find. Then after reaching the very top of her desert menu and the summit of her womanhood, my thirst and desire for her only increased ten-fold. This time though, as I very slowly lowered my tongue back down to Eleanor’s taint again.

But what I really needed to do was to slow my pace down even farther. Because this wasn’t a race to climb mount Everest or the space race against the Soviet Union. I was trying to get Eleanor to melt in my mouth and possibly even squirt a little bit for me. Just like Ashley had done.

So this time, and once my tongue tasted the bittersweet tang of her taint again. I started to rapidly flick my tongue from side to side as I slowly made my way up to Eleanor’s hidden tropical paradise again. Then after I spent a good two or three minutes giving her taint a thorough tongue lashing, it was time to slowly continue my tongue’s journey northward.

And once I reached the lower edge of Eleanor’s bottomless pit, I decided it was also a good time to explore it too. So after making five or six quick plunges inside with the just tip of my tongue, I stuck it as deep and as far in her inner core as I could.

Then once I completed five continuous clockwise orbits around the outer perimeter of Eleanor’s pit of desire and before darting the tip of my tongue back inside a half dozen more times. Eleanor started arching her back and hips even farther. As she pushed her womanhood even closer and harder against my tongue, mouth and face. And it was time for me to start my counterclockwise laps around her saliva-drenched little sinkhole.

All the while, I was trying to hopefully get Eleanor to put a little of her lady crème in my coffee, or my mouth so to speak. So I tried to shove my tongue deeper inside Eleanor’s pussy as far as it would go. And I continued to do this at least a dozen times in a row. But once my tongue reached its limit, I tried to curl the tip of it back towards my face, as I tried to touch my nose.

Which was already pressing down hard against her partially hidden clitoris, but was never able to do so, mainly because my tongue was on the inside of Eleanor’s body while my nose was on the outside. And I only withdrew it occasionally. As I tried to unsuccessfully do the same thing over and over again.

Now with my oral assault on Eleanor’s inner depths finally complete. It was time for me to reach for the golden ring and Eleanor’s honey pot far to the north. All the while I continued to cut a wide path through Eleanor’s tangled underbrush. With my tongue moving from side to side like a weed whacker, as I slowly continued licking, nibbling and kissing my way north on Eleanor’s delicate lady parts.

Then as I reached the very peak of Eleanor’s womanhood again, I brushed aside the protective covering of her hidden glade with my tongue to try and reveal the source of her inner Hot Springs. And once I found her buried treasure, first I lightly nibbled on my secret prize before I sucked in as much of Eleanor’s hood, clit and inner labia as I could for a half dozen heartbeats or so.

Then after releasing her delicate penis flytrap back out into the wild of her light brown covered jungle. I slowly made my way back down to her taint only to begin my slow northbound journey a second time. But once I reached the top of my eighth trip up her womanhood, and sucked in the tender and juicy folds of Eleanor’s delicious pink flesh into my mouth again.

She grabbed the back of my head with both hands and mashed my face and mouth against her pelvic bone as hard as she could, filling my mouth with her warm and juicy scent. All the while, Eleanor was slowly rocking her hips up and down. Then with over two dozen or so hip flexes under her belt, Eleanor suddenly stopped all of her body movements altogether.

And within a single heartbeat or two, Eleanor’s whole body suddenly started shaking. Just like she was hit with a mild 3.5 magnitude earthquake, before she slowly calmed and grew very still and limp right underneath me. Plus she totally caught me off guard for the second time today when she literally melted right in my mouth as she came.

And because the pearly white drizzle that oozed from Eleanor’s tender pink folds exploded on my taste buds. My little dragon wanted his milky white spittle to do the same for Eleanor’s buds too. And since my balls always sided with Egor, ever since the three of them all started hanging out together. My big brain had to go along with the majority rules, in this three to one decision.

Besides, I didn’t want Eleanor to sit back on her laurels savoring the moment without me. So I decided to take the bull by the horns, except in this particular case it was Eleanor by the hair. As I softly pressed Egor’s German war helmeted head against her lips. And by doing so, I fully expected Eleanor to be kicking and what little screaming she could do as I continued to shove Egor all the way down her still unsuspecting throat.

Because so far, in the very limited lovemaking that we’ve done, Eleanor has expressed little or no interest whatsoever in sucking my dick. Although I still hoped that she would still want to suck my cock a second time. After this abrupt and uninvited assault on her tonsils and throat, plus I had everything to gain and almost nothing to loose.

So after I shoved my pecker as fast and as hard down Eleanor’s throat as I could. Even if Eleanor hated me for doing it, she would still end up one notch above Helen. Who was also at the very bottom of my favorite cock suckers list and Helen was only there because she wouldn’t suck dick at all.

But at least with Eleanor and even though I forced her to do so, by shoving my cock down her throat she seemed to enjoy it. After all, she did mention cum’s from cock as a replacement for favorite cookies and cream when we were talking about her Desert Menu earlier.

Come to think about it, Helen never let me lick her clean-shaven twat either. And because we both slept naked on Lance and Lilly’s living room floor, we could have easily done so in a sideways 69 position. This just in case you haven’t guessed already, is my third favorite sexual position in the whole wide world.

Picture this, me with my face, nose, mustache and beard buried deep in Helen’s bald beaver. And my dick acting as a pacifier as Helen sucked on it, soothing her to sleep. Helen’s cunt would have been just as hairy as Lilly’s was all because my facial hair was plastered to it.

And when Helen practically gagged on my cock as it grew, she could finally get some of my fresh from the utter man milk to satisfy her even further. But no, I’m not even sure if Helen sucked a single dick in her life. Let alone had her pussy licked by another man. Because I certainly didn’t get to enjoy of those pleasures of the flesh with her, now enough about Helen, now let me get back to Eleanor’s story.

But if Eleanor enjoyed being eaten out and sucking cock today could be the first of many such experiences that I could share with her, so I just went for it. And instead of gagging and trying to spit it back out, as I expected her too. Eleanor because she was so excited and relaxed, she eagerly accepted every single inch of my blood filled shaft until it was buried balls deep down her unsuspecting throat.

And in less than a half dozen or so heartbeats later, my dragon began flooding Eleanor’s tonsils, throat and stomach with his thick lava paste. As I continued pumping my life’s blood into her, Eleanor gobbled up and savored every last drop of Egor’s semi transparent white fluid.

Now if Eleanor truly enjoyed this off the cuff sexual experience. Maybe she might be interested in trying out my sideways 69-sleeping plan too. And because so far, she hasn’t displayed any sort of gag reflex just like Ashley didn’t when she swallowed my entire shaft on one single gulp. Plus she didn’t miss a single drop of my-cum either, just like Emily didn’t loose any as she swallowed all of it too.

Perhaps there is still some hope for me to have my face and nose safely hidden away in Eleanor’s hairy Bermuda Triangle again. And I might even be able to savor the favor and enjoy the scent of Eleanor’s sweet juices all day while I’m at work. As it lingered in my beard and mustache from it’s all night long marinade.

Plus if Egor managed to grow up and become a full size dragon again while sleeping soundly on Eleanor’s soft tongue. She could easily let him stretch his wings out a bit before slowly filled her gullet. Now as I was finally able to join Eleanor basking in the warm glow of pleasing our partner.

As I took another leap of faith and moved so I could place a tender kiss on Eleanor’s sweet lips. Eleanor kissed me back even harder then I kissed her. When I went right for her throat as I plunged my tongue in deeper and harder, but Eleanor still held her own and kissed me back even harder than before.

And after our five-minute or so tongue-wrestling match was called a draw by the way. Because neither one of us was willing to give quarter to the other, though Eleanor still moved her lips away from mine first. Because I was holding her from the bottom of the pile when she said, “Larry, let me go, I have to pee.”

Then I began to reminisce of days gone by when Lilly and I both goaded Helen into having sex with me when she had to piss. So, I simply replied. “I have to piss too, so I’ll race you.”

As I quickly flipped Eleanor onto the far side of the bed and away from the bathroom, then I ran straight for the hopper. Not wanting to steal her last one in is a rotten egg line, I just continued with. “Last one in has to wait.”

And once I was comfortably seated on the throne. I was planning on watching Eleanor do the pee-pee dance right in front of me as I just sat there on the pot waiting to watch her naked floor show. But to my surprise, Eleanor pulled a play right out of the kinky girlfriend’s playbook, as she crossed the threshold of the bathroom and said. “Not while there’s a perfectly good shower handy.”

With the shower door still wide open, Eleanor stood in plain view and pissed with me watching her. As I just sat there shaking my head just from side to side in disbelief, I said to myself. “Man, I dig a chick that’s not afraid to take a leak right in front of me.”

Or any other guy for that matter. I mean, Eleanor used two fingers of her right hand to part her inner labia lips like a professional. But in Eleanor’s case, she just pissed herself a long and steady yellow stream that would make any dude proud.

Now I can see why a lot of young ladies end up with yeast and urinary tract infections. Because a little piss or crap in the wrong part of their tender folds or delicate Eco-system, could easily could spell disaster for that area.

Even though I just finished giving her a thorough and complete tongue bath from her clit down to her tailbone, except the navy commonly called it a fresh water wash-down from stem to stern. Or from the pointy end or bow of the ship all the way to the square end or stern of the ship, for you land lubbers out there. Though we used potable (or fresh) water to clean the salt buildup off the ship before we pulled into or returned to port.

So in a way, I guess one could say that I gave Eleanor’s womanhood a saliva wash-down from stem to stern too. With the stem being her clit and the stern being her taint.

When Eleanor finished pissing, she just turned the shower on and broke out a bar of soap. And since she left the shower door open, I took it as a subtle invite to join her. But for a brief moment, I simply considered that maybe she took all her showers that way.

Then before the tidy bowl man was finished magically replacing Eleanor’s green water with bright blue stuff again. I quickly joined her in the shower and she promptly closed the door behind me. Once the shower door was closed, Eleanor wrapped her arms tightly around my neck.

And she shoved her tongue down my throat almost as far as Egor was down hers earlier.

Since we were locked in that wet, warm and tender embrace, for a solid five-minutes or so. I decided to slowly caress and wash Eleanor’s back, ribs and ass cheeks at the same time. Just to conserve water and give my hands something to do, while we kissed.

When we took a brief kissing intermission, to catch our breaths in the steamy shower, Eleanor was still beaming from our little oral debate, when she said. “Larry, I’ve never taken a man in my mouth or throat like that before. Let alone swallow his cum. But somewhere deep down inside my gut, it told me that you wanted and needed me to do that. So I swallowed my pride right along with your cock and you’re cum.”

After kissing Eleanor back just as hard and as long as she kissed me moments ago, I softly replied. “You mean I managed to break both of your oral cherries in one swell swoop?”

Then after I bowed slightly and Eleanor started to giggle, I continued by saying. “Miss, it has been my distinct pleasure and yours too from what I gather. To humbly service you before you serviced me. I will also be at you disposal to do so again whenever you desire and for as long as you desire it too. And I would be more than happy to service you again, whenever the mood strikes either of us.”

With Eleanor practically cracking up with laughter now, I finished up with. “Eleanor, I would never force you or anyone else to do anything that they didn’t feel comfortable doing. And because you melted in my mouth, I just wanted to return the favor.”

Giggling, Eleanor replied. “Yea, about that too, you’re the first person to give me an orgasm like that, I mean with your mouth and tongue. I think you even used your teeth on me a few times too, but I’m not sure.”

Laughing now, I quickly replied. “Miss, if you remember correctly, the day we first met in the coffee shop. I said that I would love to sink my teeth into your desert menu. This was also true, as I did occasionally use my teeth on your clit and other delicate lady parts a few times. I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

When Eleanor finished giggling, she gave me a reassuring hug, and said. “No you didn’t. Plus everything you did to my delicate lady parts felt absolutely wonderful. And to be perfectly honest with you, I’m still feeling those delightful effects now. Because my body, no not body. But somewhere deep down inside my body wants more of that, a lot more of that.”

Pressing my body tight up against hers, I softly said. “Eleanor today must truly be your lucky day and anytime you want me to experiment some more on your lady parts. I’m willing to be your human guinea pig, if you’re also willing to become mine. I’m both potty and paper-trained. Plus I can follow simple commands like eat, lick, suck, nibble, touch, caress, fondle, squeeze, and fuck. And best of all, I don’t shed or eat much, other than pussy of course.”

Half-laughing and half-giggling now, Eleanor said. “I usually don’t let strays into my home, especially if I know the previous owner. But in your case and since you did break two of my cherries today, I’m willing to make an exception just this once and under one condition. That is, if you try and make everything all right with Eve.”

With a straight face and solemn voice now, Eleanor continued saying. “We both did her wrong last night, twice to be more precise and again this morning too. She’ll be devastated and crushed over what we did to her. And if you really want to stay with Eve, because you’ve been with her longer, I’ll understand. Though I may not like it, but you’ve only been with me less than a day. You can even tell Eve the truth, if you like. And say that I seduced you by taking my clothes off right in front of you. This way, she’ll blame me for trying to steel her boyfriend away from her and she might also forgive you for being weak and a male.”

Quickly grabbing Eleanor around the waist and pulling her body hard against mine again, I said. “Does this feel weak to you? When I drove here, I expected you to be asleep with the lights off. And if they were, I was going to keep driving back to the shipyard. But you were awake and your lights were on, so I knocked. Then as soon as you opened the door, I wanted you and only you. I had already walked out of Eve’s life when I left her apartment last night. I even told her that I might be back, but I never said that I would be back.”

Releasing Eleanor’s body slightly, I simply continued with. “And to be honest, I don’t want to go back. I want to keep moving forward here with you. It’s always been like that ever since the coffee shop and I wanted to show you my hard-on back then. I’ve had more fun with you in the last twelve hours than I did the entire four months that I spent with Eve. And I want to find and break all your other cherries while you find and break mine. I want to make love to you where ever and whenever you want me too. Even right here in the shower, if that’s what you want of course.”

After Eleanor gave me a quick peck on the lips, she said. “Larry, I want all those things too. Even making love right here and right now in the shower. But I also want Eve to have some closure. She needs to know and you need to do it face to face. And the sooner you do it the better. Plus I have to go to work in a few hours, unless you want me to play hooky.”

Giggling to try and lighten the mood, I simply said. “All I need is an hour or so to properly break up with Eve. And I would rather play fucky-sucky with you instead of hooky any day.”

Laughing now, Eleanor quickly replied. “Can’t we play fucky-sucky while I’m playing hooky?”

Laughing too as I quickly let Eleanor go, and just said. “Baby, I’ll play anything with you anytime you want to play. And it doesn’t matter if it’s hooky, fucky-sucky or just give me some nookie right after I finish eating your tasty little cookie.”. 

But right there in the shower, I only let Eleanor stroke Egor until he was as hard as a rock again. Then I broke our embrace and said. “The day I flew into Seattle Washington, I busted three nuts in different states. Then I busted two more as those planes flew over two additional states. And if my penis counter is correct, which he usually is. You can either finish giving me the hand-job you just started. Or start giving me another blowjob, to tie that record of busting five nuts all within a twelve-hour window.”

I just left out the fact that Fay was the previous record holder. And even though we tied it on many occasions, we never could break it. And none of my other eleven ex girlfriends could either.

Eleanor quickly cut in and asked. “Was this all with the same woman, or different ones?”

After letting out a slight chuckle, I simply replied. “Although I would have been a lot more fun doing it with five different women, or five times with the same woman for that matter. But alas, I had to accomplish this feat all by myself.”

And as I pointed to my right hand with my left, I continued. “With a little help from the Fearsome Five-Fingered Fist here, of course.”

Laughing now, Eleanor quickly asked. “What’s the record for how many times you made love to the same woman, in a twelve hour window?”

Giggling back at her, I said. “To be perfectly honest with you, I never kept track of that before. But if I were to make an educated guess at it, it would be right around five or so.”

Giggling now too, Eleanor responded with. “As long as that was Eve’s old record, count me in. But if it was someone else’s, I don’t want to be the one who takes that fond memory away from you.”

After giggling again, I responded with. “Eve’s record was four, which you’ve already tied. And as far as I’m concerned, the flight to Seattle was nothing to write home about. Because none of the stews offered to induct me into the mile high club, so I had to take matters into my own hands. If you know what I mean?”

Laughing at me, Eleanor said. “It’s just too bad I didn’t know you back then. And I would have eagerly taken that plane ride with you into the mile high club. Because so far every time you made love to me, I felt like I was free falling from space afterwards. And that’s why I want to go for your world’s record too. Just tell me what I need to do.”

After shaking my head from side to side, I just said. “Look out world, I just created a monster. And if you’re serious, we’ll have to knock out two more nuts before lunch. And I will let the lovely young lady decide her own fate, because I will never force you or anyone else for that matter, to do anything they weren’t willing to do in the first place.”

After turning the shower water off and leaning back against the wall, I continued by saying. “Our destiny awaits either your hand, mouth or your twat, which will it be?”

And within two or three heartbeats as Eleanor quickly dropped to her knees, and I quickly knew the answer to my question, and said. “Ah, my lady chooses a blowjob for the tie, an excellent choice.”

Then once Eleanor safely swallowed Egor whole again, and he was easily sliding in and out of her mouth for a little less than five minutes or so. While I quickly grabbed two hands full of Eleanor’s wet brown curls and impaled her tonsils on my blood-gorged little dagger.

As I held Eleanor tightly there, with her lower lip just tickling my nut sack. Until she started pounding on my outer thigh, so being the nice little Italian boy from a good family that I am. I immediately released her because we never worked out a signaling system ahead of time, like Lance and Lilly had done.

But after grabbing Eleanor’s hair again, I said. “You’re a natural born cock sucker, aren’t you? Who would have thought that you loved sucking my dick so much, right? And you want to suck my pecker like that again? With me forcing it all the way down your throat until you can hardly breathe anymore, right?”

At the end of each question, Eleanor nodded her head yes in agreement. So I decided to raise the stakes on her a bit, by saying. “You can pound on my leg all you want this time, until the cows come home if you like. But I won’t let you breathe until you lightly tickle my balls with just your fingertips. Does my beautiful little cock sucker understand?”

As Eleanor nodded yes again, I drove my pecker deep down her throat and held her there with both hands full of her hair. And at first, she started pounding on my leg, but I didn’t flinch or move a muscle. Plus the fact that Egor was so close to spitting again, I hoped that she might be able to hold her breath just a little bit longer.

But once Eleanor started doing my patented two-finger come here motion on the sack that contained my family jewels. I had to let her catch a breath or two of fresh air. Then as I finished silently saying one Mississippi, I quickly drove Egor deep into her mouth one last time.

And before Eleanor’s lower lip even touched my nugget sack this time, Egor unleashed his milky white venom all the way down Eleanor’s waiting throat. And she quickly gulped down every last drop, like it was Maxwell House coffee. Eleanor even began to lightly squeeze my nut sack like she wanting more and more of my thick white fluid.

But once my well was dry and my loins stopped pumping out Eleanor’s delicious treat. I released the tight grip that I had on her lovely brown tresses. Then as soon as she let Egor’s shrinking shaft and head slid out past her wonderful lips. I helped Eleanor to her feet and planted my lips tightly against hers. Hoping that she still had a trace or at least a hint of my cum still in her mouth. 

Then within a single heartbeat, her lips parted so my tongue could invade her freshly soiled mouth all over again. And when I tasted a hint of my dragon’s fiery breath and salty bitterness, I started feeling horny all over again. And the longer I kissed Eleanor, the more I wanted her.

This time it was Eleanor’s turn to break our passionate kiss, before she giggled and impatiently asked. “When can we break the tie and how should we do it?”

Just shaking my head from side to side in disbelief, I slowly reached out and grabbed Eleanor by the waist, pulling her close to me again, and simply said. “Maybe we should get dried off first, before we catch a cold. Or worse yet, come down with a serious bout of pneumonia.”

After giggling back at me, Eleanor opened the shower door to let the steam and both of us out. Before she tossed me a towel, and said. “I will leave the choice of a tie breaker up to you, sir. Because when you’re over at Eve’s house later, I want you to remember me and come back to me. This way, the memory of me single-handedly breaking both your records will still be fresh in you mind.”

While I was slowly drying off, the wheels in my head were almost spinning out of control. Since this was one huge decision to make and on short notice too. But because Eleanor and I have already made love in my first and third favorite positions, plus the fact, that Eleanor just gave me a Lilly style blowjob. And I so wanted to have another one of those too.
 

But at the same time, I wanted Eleanor to get something out of breaking my record too. Because I wanted her to remember what she did, and the big part she played in breaking it. Then I thought what better way to induct Eleanor into my hall of fame and my memory banks for the rest of my live.

Was to have her ride into them in style and while she was perched and riding high in my second favorite sexual position, on my bologna pony. Plus I will let her pick either the traditional cowgirl or reverse cowgirl position too.

As I finished drying off and tossed my towel on top of Eleanor’s, I said. “Thinking about it and by some strange twist of fate, you and I have also made love in three of my top five positions too. Doggie being my favorite, and with a sideways sixty-nine my third and an earth shattering deep down the throat blowjob being my fourth. And since no one ever skips choosing their second favorite over their fifth, I’ll just have to go with either cowgirl or if you prefer, the reverse cowgirl position.”

Literally laughing at me, Eleanor quickly replied. “But what if I fall off and break him?”

Cracking up my self, I simply told Eleanor about my first solo sexual experience when I was only thirteen and a half years old. And how I had to tell my mother that I thought I broke my little pee pee.

After laughing her ass off now too, Eleanor asked. “Does that mean, when I fall off and break him again. I’ll have to tell your mother how I did it?”

Grabbing her by the waist again, I simply said. “No you don’t. And all of my sexual exploits since then were never any of my mother’s business or concern. But she did catch me with my hand in the cookie jar once. I mean right after I finished jerking off, and I had my fresh white icing all over the place too.”

Giggling now, Eleanor asked. “Well at least you’ve gotten better with age. Because you haven’t left a mess behind you yet, except I think you made a few inside my body. Because I’m a fucking wreck, and I still want more too. But seriously now, I would rather that you were looking into my eyes instead of at my fat ass. So I hope you don’t mind me picking cowgirl over the other one, do you?”

Again, I simply neglected to tell Eleanor that I usually licked up my messes. And ever since Fay made me do it the first time, I’ve loved doing it ever since. And it didn’t matter if it was in or on a woman’s body. Off the floor, off a plate or dish, off the sidewalk or out in the middle of a parking lot, I’ve licked them all and loved doing it too. 

But keeping a straight face, I just said. “No problem, wise choice for your first rodeo with me. Though I wouldn’t just be just looking at your beautiful ass while you’re riding me, I would have been playing with it and in it too. With one of my saliva lubricated thumbs here.”

As I quickly released my grasp on her body, and wiggled my thumbs for Eleanor to see. And with a very stern look on her face, Eleanor quickly said. “Well mister, that’s still virgin territory and I don’t see you getting in there anytime soon.”

So I just simply kissed both my thumbs and said. “Another cherry of yours to break and more territory to concur, I love a challenge, don’t you love breaking new ground, like my streak here? And maybe your ass, sometime in the future, I love a challenge. Don’t you?”

Giggling back at me, Eleanor just replied. “Maybe I do and maybe I don’t.”

Then I slowly climbed up on her bed and laid sunny-side up waiting for Eleanor to mount me. That’s lying flat on my back, in case anyone out there was wondering what in the hell I was talking about.

And as Eleanor stood by the side of her bed, I pointed Egor straight up towards the ceiling and said. “Giddy up, little Elly, Egor’s been waiting for this all day. And if you change your mind half way through, you can always suck my toes while I’m sucking on my thumbs, warming them up for you. During our brief, and I mean very brief intermission.”

Laughing now, Eleanor mounted me facing north, meaning eye to eye contact. Vice south and asshole to eyeball contact instead. Then she used a bunch of slow and short up and down motions. And I got to watch Eleanor’s wonderful apple-sized tits make fresh applesauce for me.

While they bounced up and down much faster then she did. And with about six or seven minutes of this under her belt, Eleanor quickly switched over to a row, row, row your boat type movement.

This meant that she was now moving her hips and ass, forward and backward slightly, instead of up and down like she was before. And that was also my undoing because it put a lot more friction against Egor’s mushroomed shaped head, then her bouncing up and down motion did.

But long before Eleanor could even get in a couple of minutes of rowing time, on my homemade rowing machine. And despite my best efforts using my Ancient Chinese Secret, she left me no choice. So I had to bust the tie-breaking nut deep inside Eleanor’s womanhood.

And she just kept right on rowing and rowing and milking poor Egor for every last drop of cum that he had left in him. But when she finally dismounted, a puddle of our combined love making juices very quickly followed Egor out of Eleanor’s slippery little fuck hole and coated my balls and pubic hair.

So when Eleanor and I kissed, she was secretly dipping her fingers into her just been fucked honey pot and running them through my hair. Then as our lips slowly parted, she said. “Larry please taste me again and taste us before you go. I want you to come back to me and put the past behind you, behind us. I want you to smell me, taste me and remember me while you’re driving over to Eve’s house.”

And Eleanor started playing with the puddle of our love making juices that pooled around Egor. Then she began rubbing her newly coated fingers across my lips, and said. “I want you to think of me, miss me and want me so badly that you’ll come back to me as fast as you can. And I want you to know that I’ll be right here ready, wet and willing to get fucked again.”

After she finished kissing me, Eleanor continued by saying. “So maybe you’ll come back to me just a little bit sooner too. And you have given me so many pleasurable experiences in the past 12 hours than I’ve had during my entire adult life. And I let you do things to me that I never thought I would let any man ever do. Plus, I’m also willing to let you do more things to me too, if you’ll just give me a little time. And for every one of those experiences, you’ve rewarded me ten-fold for what little you’ve asked of me. So I just want a chance to pay you back in spades for what you’ve done for me. You have opened me up sexually and I want more, much more. I want you to show me, teach me how to pleasure you, just as much as you’ve pleasured me.”

Dipping her fingers into our pooled juices again, Eleanor placed them into her mouth this time and stated sucking. When she was finished, she said. “I want to wake up every morning with your cock in my hand, in my mouth or in my pussy. And I want to fall asleep with you on me, under me or in me every night too. But I can’t have any of those things if you decide to stay with Eve instead of me. Because I will never be able to do some of the things that she did for you. Especially out in public or at work, but I’m willing to try other things, that we can do right here in my house. That is, if you will come back to me and let me please you.”

Then Eleanor kissed me again, for well over five minutes this time. And when our lips parted, she finished by saying. “And I can’t have any of those, if you want to be with Eve more than you want to be with me. Plus I’m afraid that if I let you walk out that door, I will never see or hear from you again other than at the coffee shop of course. Or if I do, I will only see you with Eve still hanging off your arm.”

Wrapping my arms tightly around Eleanor so our naked bodies were pressed together hard, I softly replied. “The only reason I’m going over to Eve’s house today, is because you asked me to break up with her sooner rather than later. 

Though, I would prefer to stay here and make love to you over and over again. You asked me to go over there and break up with Eve in person, so I’m only doing this for you and us.”