WHEN I WAS WITH VICKI, I WAS A VEGETARIAN

The meaning of the name Vicki is Diminutive Form of Victoria.

The origin of the name Vicki is English.

Other variations: Vicky, Vickie, Vikkie, Vikie, Victoria.  

Vicki was grilled vegetables on rye

Who hated getting cum in her eye

So when she sucked dick

It was always real quick

Before fucking her moist pussy pie  

Ex girlfriend number twenty-two was Vicki

Whose pussy was always very sticky

And I will never regret

Getting my dick all wet

Even when we had a quickie  

This sandwich is another no brainier, because it only contains vegetables. But once again, here at the X-Rated Sandwich Shop, we don’t do simple or easy. And if you decide that you want a Veggie and Cheese Sandwich, we have one that too. Plus, only for this sandwich, we added fresh Cucumber Slices and Grilled Zucchini Slices to Our Extra Items Bar.

So, can I suggest that you try a Fresh (Homemade Mayonnaise) Veggie Delight Sandwich on toasted Whole Grain Bread with a Stop/Lot Finisher, so you can have extra, extra tomatoes and onions on your sandwich. 

White, Wheat, Rye, Pumpernickel, Sourdough, Whole Grain or Multi Grain. On flat bread, Pita, Baguette, Panini, Chabata or wraps (Plain or Whole Wheat). On a Sub roll (round or long) or Surprise Me, and let us pick out the bread for your Veggie Delight Sandwich   

American (white or yellow), Swiss, Baby Swiss, Colby Jack, Pepper Jack, Muenster, Provolone, Mozzarella, Asiago, Feta, Gouda, Limburger, Cheese Wiz, Havarti, Aged Cheddar, Lady Blue or Surprise Me, and let us pick out the cheese for your Grilled or Melted Veggie Delight Sandwich  

Select 2 slices of bread (mix or match as desired) and we will add a healthy layer of your favorite spread on your bread choices. Then we put two full layers of our Stop/Lot Finisher right between them. And if you want your bread toasted, all you have to do is ask us to toast it up for you.

Lastly, if you want to truly veg-out; just ask us to throw in another one of Our Standard Finishers just for good measure. Plus any additional item or items from our Extra Items Bar and don't forget to add some cucumber slices.

Or some of our Homemade 3-P if you want to heat your Veggie Delight Sandwich up to the next level. Then we will wrap it up in deli paper to go or we can also plate it up for you.  

Now if you love cheese with your vegetables, and it’s not fondue, this is most likely the sandwich for you. Start out with 2 bread selections, these can be mixed or matched to fit your appetite. Then two cheese choices, which can also be mixed and matched too. Just pick out your favorite spread or spreads and one of our standard finishers, if you want more vegetables in your sandwich.

To be quite frank or honest with all of you, I have never tried this one Melted or with Grilled Vegetables. But if you’re feeling frisky, just have us melt your Veggie and Cheese Sandwich for you. Or we can simply grill your vegetables before melting them together with your cheese selections. And if enough people order one, we will have to add it to Vicki’s Permanent Menu.

Otherwise, we place the cheese slices right in the middle of both the Stop/Lot Finishers. That is, unless you want us to add another finisher on top of those two. Or maybe have us toss in a few items from our Extra Items Bar for you. Remember we have fresh cucumber slices too. Then we will assemble your masterpiece for you, before we wrap it up in deli paper or we can also plate it up for you.  

While your 3 bread selections, are toasting (these can be mixed or matched). We slice up some of our precooked eggplant rounds into thin strips and cook them on our flattop. As these will become the vegetable bacon portion of this truly amazing sandwich. While the rest of the sandwich is 4 sets or our standard Stop/Lots Finisher, with your spread selection plus any additional items that you have chosen from our Extra Items Bar. And please, don't forget our newly added fresh cucumber slices.

And naturally, if you still want more veggies, just have us add an additional finisher to your sandwich. Or if you want cheese to go with it, simply pick out 4 cheese choices, which can be mixed or matched as well. Plus we can either Melt this sandwich for you or grill the veggies with your cheese selection too.

Then we will assemble your masterpiece for you, before we wrap it up in deli paper or we can also plate it up for you.

After over a dozen or so ex-girlfriends, I try to compare the sweet taste of their twats

Since I covered the sweeter side of tuna boats, I had to cover cleaning out the bilges too.

Although I could never prove it, I firmly believe that Edgar and Kathy set me up on a blind date. 

Whenever I was with Vicki, I was a vegan, but the rest of the time I wasn't even close. 

It still looked like a hamburger, after it was dressed up with onions, lettuce and tomatoes.

While out on a date I could't sneak in a single bite of a cheeseburger, so I gave up trying. 

Now skipping a few numbers and getting back to number ten or to sour tasting pussy, I would have to toss Suzan’s Sausage parmesan into that group as well. Don’t get me wrong, in the beginning of our relationship and marriage. Suzan’s pussy was rated number one, not only because she also gave me my first actual taste of one. And right from the source too. Instead off the floor or table and after it was mixed with my freshly jerked seed, like it was with Fay’s.

But after I found out that Suzan was constantly cheating on me, from hour to hour, day to day or week to week. I was never quite sure that the tartness that I occasionally tasted. Was just something lingering from my own man mayonnaise or the leftover’s from another man’s mustard. So Suzan’s snatch quickly took a nose dive, no pun intended, and went down from number one to number ten.

Now getting back to Fay, where she actually masturbated and leaked her fluids three that I know of. In the same spot where she had me jerk off, only to have me lick up our combined mess afterwards. The first time was in her front hall and right after Fay had me jerk off in front of Abby’s door. Then Fay had me jerk off again while she knelt only inches away from my swollen shaft. And at the very last minute, she moved her face away and pointed my cock down towards the floor. Then she made me get down on my hands and knees and mop the floor with my tongue.

While Fay continued to kneel herself and stare at my naked ass, along with my hanging cock and swinging nut sack, she said, “I hope that tastes good, because while you were upstairs jerking off for Abby. I was down here playing with myself until I leaked all over the floor. And if you play your cards right, someday I might even let you watch me masturbate.”

Then after Fay pushed my face into the floor, she continued saying. “I might even let you get close enough to my pussy, that you can smell it. Just like I get to smell your fresh cum every time I have you jerk off for me. That’s why I like to get as close to you as I can, without getting any of it on me.” 

Also in that group at number ten, I would have to toss in Lynn’s Limburger and Cheese Sandwich too. Though I firmly believe that because Lynnwas so good looking, she actually used her pungent aroma as a male species repellent. Plus I believe that Lynn had to resort to such drastic measures because of the mental, emotional and physical abuse that she suffered from her last boyfriend.

And I also believed that Lynn wasn’t quite ready to take a chance on dating or trusting men yet. Plus at a solid nine or ten, Lynn was way out of my league and way above my average of four or five in the looks department.

But she still took a chance on me when she asked me to follow her home that fateful day. And I wound up spending almost a full week with her. And I slowly helped her get over what happened to her in the past. Along with some much needed organizational skills to assist her in the future. But because I was only able to finger bang Lynn because she also didn’t suck dick or liked having her pussy licked. And who would blame her after what happened to her in the past.

And because Lynn smelled real bad on the outside the day we met, and I was only able to gather that one clean finger fucking sample. Because the rest of them were either tainted with peach or apple scented shampoo, it was simply easier to toss Lynn in with this group as well. Though she also could have easily beat Tori out of the top spot for the sweetest tasting pussy that I ever licked. That is, if Lynn would ever trust me enough and allowed me to taste her tuna boat.

But as long as Lynn continued to keep and wear her awful or nasty smelling overcoat, no guy in their right mind would ever go near or remain within ten feet of her. Let alone ask Lynn out on a date. That is until I accidentally ran into her cart, or she deliberately ran her cart into me at the grocery store. You see, we never quite figured out exactly who hit or ran into whom that day. But I still named that first chapter of her story, “Running into Lynn.” 

And that Lynn was hooked when I told her a little story about our combined groceries having sex right there in front of her and in her shopping cart too. Then because Lynn was still a little bit hesitant about having sex or even initiating it. I had to invent a game to help ease the tension. So I quickly came up with a modified or an adult version of the game Simon Says and called it Lynn Says or Larry Says.

But by the end of our second game, Lynn started to initiate sex way more than I did. She even initiated it down in the common laundry room. And how much fun it was to have sex on the spin cycle, during our short walk down there. And I told her that she hasn’t lived until she had sex while sitting on a washing machine. And when we got down in the laundry room, Lynn quickly asked. “Larry, what’s sex on the spin cycle mean?”

And I quickly replied. “It’s when the female partner sits on the washing machine and the male partner is standing in front of her and inserts his penis into her just before the spin cycle starts. Then the washing machine does the rest of the work for them.” 

Then before I knew it, Lynn was standing there completely naked. And she was starting to take off my clothes before I even finished speaking. The only problem was that since we just put three loads in, it was going to be another five to ten minutes before the first washer even started the cycle that we were looking and waiting for.

But because I didn’t want to spoil her mood or break Lynn’s enthusiasm and excitement level, I simply picked her up buy the hips and gently placed her on one of the washers. Then we hugged and kissed her until the spin cycle started. And for the next seven minutes or so, I just stood motionless with my cock inside her. While Lynn shook, shimmied and gyrated with the washing machine.

It was just too bad that I only lasted half that time, before I busted a nut and slipped out. Though I still let Lynn finish the cycle or her ride while I just hugged and kissed her all over again. Then while we were holding and kissing each other and still enjoying the afterglow of our mutual or shared orgasm, Lynn’s friend Izzy or Elizabeth opened the door to the laundry room and busted us when she walked in.

Since our clothes were no where near us, I did my best to keep Lynn’s body covered up and shield with mine. Which also left my entire backside fully exposed for any and all to see, and at this particular time, it was Izzy. Who was very slowly and deliberately walking towards us. And the washing machine that we were currently using as a martial aid. But along the way, Izzy softly said. “Maybe you guys should get a room or something?”

But in the end, it was Lynn who broke our shared silence, in our failed attempt to blend into the woodwork. And to hide in plain sight under the bright neon lights, when she giggled and said. “Isn’t that what the sign says on the outside of the door, Laundry Room?”

Then as Izzy firmly placed her hand on my left ass cheek and slowly started to squeeze it, she softly replied. “I didn’t interrupt you guys did I? And if I did, please continue and pretend I’m not even here. Although I must admit, I did enjoy the view while I was walking over here. And Lynn, since you never properly introduced us out in the hallway earlier. Let me do the honors. Hello, I’m Lynn’s friend Elizabeth or Izzy as I prefer to be called.”

Only waiting a brief moment, I paused to see if Lynnwas going to answer. But because her face was still buried in my shoulder blade, I said. “Hello Izzy, my name is Larry and yes we did meet out in the hallway last night. And I’m Lynn’s boyfriend.”

And while Elizabeth continued to squeeze my ass, only this time much harder as her fingertips slowly made their way towards my balloon knot, she asked. “Lynn dear, now that I’ve been properly introduced to your boyfriend, would you mind if I get a full frontal view to go with the one I just got? Or if you ever get tired of him, just show Larry where I live. And by the way Larry, there’s no need to knock, my door is always open. So just walk in and make yourself at home.”

Now with that said, Lynn unburied her face, though it was still only slightly red. And I wasn’t quit sure if it was due to being caught earlier or because she was starting to get upset over Elizabeth’s open advances towards me. But either way, Lynn spoke her mind as she simply pulled me closer to her and wrapped both her arms and legs around me.

Also while doing so; Lynn brushed Izzy’s hand off my ass cheek with one of her legs before locking them around the small of my back, before saying. “I will show Larry where you live, but after the sex that we've been having. I seriously doubt that he’ll even be interested in climbing out of my bed and jumping into yours.”

Then as Lynn’s hands started to mimic what Izzy’s hand was doing earlier, Lynn continued by saying. “But Larry is always free to do whatever he wishes to do and with whomever he wants too.”

After which, Lynn put this totally amazing lip lock on me and held me there until Elizabeth turned around and started to walk away. And when we heard the laundry room door close behind her, Lynn finally broke her fifteen minute long lip lock on me and said. “Larry, if you want to be with Izzy instead of me, you’re free to do so. And since were not officially boyfriend and girlfriend I won’t stop you.”

Then after briefly kissing her lips, I softly said. “Lynn dear, I accepted your proposal last night out in the hallway when you told Elizabeth that I was your boyfriend. And until you officially break up with me, I will only be sharing your bed.”

Now with that said, Lynn put another wonderful lip lock on me and our lips only parted ways when she felt my rigid shaft poking at the bottom of one of her ass cheeks. Then Lynn slowly guided it between her labia lips, where it easily slid all the way in. And Lynn and I made love for a second time on that very same washing machine. 

Plus on our last two days together, Lynn was initiating everything and I was just along for the ride. And all because she had come a long way in such a short period of time, I just let Lynntake the lead. It was just too bad that we didn’t find the time to allow me to show her how to take a navy bath. Because we could have very easily talked about the first thing that popped up and that would have been my prick of course.

And while Suzan and I used to sometimes call Little Fred my periscope. Especially when Suzan and I were lying under a blanket and pretending to be watching fake or made up submarine races. Whenever were in Liverpool New York and on the Shores of Onondaga Lake. Plus during those days, it didn’t take long for my periscope to pop up in Suzan’s hand. And shortly after that, my little torpedo would quickly explode all over it.

Even though I bullshitted or trick fucked my way into giving Lynn a navy shower. Or as Rocky the squirrel always told Bullwinkle the moose that trick never works, when he tried to pull a rabbit out of a hat. It also didn’t work on Odette either, when I asked her if we could jump in the water closet (shower) when we got to her place after work.

Because when I told Odette during our first fire watch together, that I loved it when my girlfriend let me eat her pussy. That little comment seemed to be the only thing on her mind when we got there. And for the next two weeks, I could swear that Odette didn’t wash her ass or her cunt after I mentioned it. Because if she did, I didn’t see it, so I wound up not only eating my words but also Odette’s nasty tasting twat at least once every single day that we were together.

Though I did manage to get my dick sucked in the process too, but also because sometimes that was the only sex we had. And Odette made sure that I continued to lick her pussy long after I shot my load in her mouth or down her throat.

Plus Odette also liked watching me eat her pussy right after I just got finished fucking it. And she would even grab me by the hair and rub my face, beard and mustache all over her twat-er-sauce filled snatch.

Then just like a good boyfriend, trooper or the nice little Italian boy from a good family that I was. Each and every time Odette offered up her tainted seafood buffet for me on a silver platter, I licked, sucked and nibbled my way through it. That is, right up until a few days before our two month anniversary, when I started looking for another fish to fry or girl to fuck.

Also during those two months, I was practically begging for my next duty day to roll around. Just so I didn’t have to eat Odette pussy out anymore. But low and behold, Fate would sometimes find a way to throw us together on duty days too. And Odette would make me finger bang her on the ship while the welder or the cutter was working. Then she would simply giggle while I sucked her bitter juices right off my fingertips. 

While Vicky and I sat and watched Edgar and Kathy feed each other. Vicki and I decided to follow suit. And when you actually start feeding your date, while she’s feeding you, I would easily consider that second base.

Then if you’re lucky enough to have the young lady eat a meal right off your naked body or allowing you to dine off her fully exposed flesh. That would be making it to third base or a stand up triple. Or to be more precise, lying down or sliding into third base. Although Vicky and I never actually made it to that point, after all we were out in public.

Now on the other hand, if the young lady also allows you to insert various food items into any of her exposed cavities, that’s definitely a home run in my book. Like when Eve and I shared her version or Strawberry Shortcake. Which was just butter and strawberry jam on toast then topped off with my very own homemade whipping cream. That Eve hand pumped herself, using a slice of toast as the shortcake.

Then Eve collected all the butter and jam again as they dripped off my balls back onto the same slice of toast, before we started sharing bites of it. You see, Eve loved the taste of cum and I guess liked sucking my dick just to get a mouth full of it. Unlike Fay, who only enjoyed the smell of my fresh cum.

It was just too bad that Eve only allowed me to have that one and only sexual food tasting episode. Because I would have loved to eat stuff off of Eve’s twat too, just like I did with Emily’s fuzzy little fur-burger. But I was only able to eat cherry cheesecake and peach cobbler off of Emily’s.

Although with Eve, all sorts of things came to mind. From pudding to pastries or from canned fruit to ice cream along with jams and jellies to licking peanut butter. Only to have her hover over my open mouth as those delectable treats dripped right off her snatch.

But because Vicky and I were still basically in the second base stage of newly developing vegan relationship, by simply feeding each other. I decided not to press the issue, at least for now. And I held my dirty thoughts about getting to third base or even scoring a home run with Vicky in reserve. Hopefully it wouldn’t be too much longer before I can start springing or bouncing a few ideas and some food off Vicky’s nakedness. Maybe even as soon as our second date.

And during the next hour or so of idle conversation, Edgar, Kathy and I discovered that Vicky didn’t know a dam thing about playing pinochle. But she said that she was willing to learn how to play the game. And we also found out that Vicki knew how to play spades using the joker, joker, deuce, version of the game.

Which is where the big joker followed by the little joker, the deuce of clubs and then lastly the deuce of spades are all higher than the ace of spades was. And in order to keep the original thirteen books, both the red deuces needed to be removed from the deck.

Also our newest card playing padawan didn’t know how to play spades using the bidding nil, the passing of spades or the ten for two versions either. So besides learning how to play pinochle, Vicki still had a few things to learn about spades too. That is if Vicki decided to go out with me on a second date. Then all I needed was to have either Edgar or Kathy invite both of us over to their house to play cards. And hopefully to play house, doctor or spin the bottle later on.

Plus with the added bonus of looking much better than Franklin did, Vicki might even bring over some of her very own homemade vegan fare for me to try. Since Edgar, Vicky and Kathy already knew each other, but to what extent I didn’t exactly know. So about half way through our meal, when the ladies excused themselves to go and powder their noses, I took my shot and asked Edgar. “Can you do me a favor?”

And when Edgar asked, “What’s that Larry?”

I quickly replied. “Please invite me and Vicki over to play cards with you and Kathy sometime soon and I will owe you one big-time.”

Now remember, the last time that I owed someone big-time. Was when Matt agreed to swap duty days with me, so I could toss a few stones across the border from Mexico to California. And that’s how I ended up meeting Gail on a blind date that Matt and Linda’s set up for me at their house.

Then I was practically head over heals when Edgar just as quickly said. “Larry, of course I will.”

Anyway, the girls could have just gone into the bathroom to talk about me in private. And in this particular case, that could end up going either way. Especially since Edgar knew that I was dating Odette and he could have easily told Cathy about it. But what Edgar didn’t know, was that I had just broken up with Odette earlier today.

And to be perfectly honest with you, I actually liked everything I sampled, even the roasted cauliflower and garlic topping. Since it added flavor to not only my black bean balls and spaghetti. But it also gave the soups and salads an added zest too. And I would easily walk across the street for and it, even if it was in the pouring rain. Plus I would even learn how to make it myself too.

Well anyway, here are the rest of my reviews on the other meals I sampled that afternoon. A garden salad is a garden salad. And the only way to ruin one is by using vegetables that are not fresh or at least a few days old. But once the lettuce starts to wilt, turn brown or get slimy. It’s time to toss it.

Also once the tomatoes, cucumbers, peppers or onions get soft; it’s time to replace them too. And as far as dressings go, a good house dressing or homemade one, beats a bottled one every time. Although the Italian Dressing most likely came from a bottle, the Vingeratte dressing was probably made from scratch. That is if you consider pouring the oil and vinegar out of a bottle made from scratch.

First and surprisingly my spaghetti with black bean meatballs wasn’t too bad, although they tasted nothing like the traditional meatballs that my parents taught me how to make. But they were a hell of a lot better than the chicken and turkey balls that I had to suffer through as some restaurants tried to pass off as meatballs.

 
And as far as the hierarchy of meatballs goes, traditional meatballs made from beef would come in first. Followed by the combination of pork and beef meatballs and then the black bean meatballs would fall in third. But everything else would fall in behind the top three, even the combination of beef and chicken or beef and turkey meatballs.

The cauliflower pizza bites that Edgar ordered as an appetizer were simply pasta sauce and mushrooms on a ground cauliflower base and baked in the oven. They tasted pretty good as far as bites go, and the cauliflower base was also sprinkled with roasted cauliflower and garlic too. And that made them far better than the one topping pizza bites that I used to make. When we some had left over pizza dough, and a few other ingredients.

Edgar’s cauliflower hot wings were crisp on the outside and moist and tender on the inside, just like a boneless wing. But the taste was a bit off and nothing like chicken. Thought the hot sauce did a pretty good job of hiding the fact that you weren’t biting into a boneless chicken wing.

And with the overindulgence of cauliflower, my sweet potato and cauliflower soup soon lost its appeal. No matter how much roasted cauliflower and garlic sprinkles I added to it. But Edgar’s white bean and mushroom soup was amazing.

Now Kathy’s southwestern stuffed butternut squash took a little while to get used to. Because it was basically a baked and hollowed out butternut squash half filled with a very chunky salsa mixed with fried chunks of butternut squash. Then it was sliced and plated like it was a carved turkey, a ham or a meatloaf. Even Kathy’s potato and kale soup was much better tasting than my sweat potato and cauliflower soup was.

But who knows, if Edgar didn’t ruin my taste buds with his order, things could have been different. Even Vicki’s Spinach, Coconut and Zucchini Soup tasted a thousand times better than my soup did. And it didn’t need any of those roasted sprinkles either.

I sure would hate to try and maintain this type of diet onboard a navy ship. Granted, fresh fruits and vegetables are the staple of navy chow. But sometimes aboard a ship, they will run out of them. And Edgar would put orange juice in his cold cereal instead of milk. I even remember having to do this from time to time because I was partially lactose intolerant. Or at least that’s what the doctors kept telling my mom.

But eggs and all the traditional breakfast meats were strictly off limits. Pancakes and waffles were ok just as long as they didn’t have any eggs in them. Though I’m not quite sure if powered eggs truly qualified as eggs, as far as vegans were concerned, but the butter was definitely off limits.

And when Edgar was in a pinch for lunch or dinner, rice or Raman noodles mixed with stewed tomatoes filled that void. Because Edgar always had a box or two of minute rice and at least a case of stewed tomatoes and Raman noodles stashed away in his locker.

Anyway, back to me dumping Odette earlier today. Besides getting tired of her continuous offensive odor, I didn’t want to run the risk of dating or seeing two girls at the same time. Like I did when I dated and slept with Sherri and Gwen. Because it not only made it harder on Sherri, but I think it also hurt her more, when I told her about meeting Gwen. 

Not that I really cared if I hurt Odette or not. But I truly didn’t want to hurt Vicki or ruin any chance that we might have. When and if she found out that I was seeing someone else while I was out on a date with her. So when Vicki asked, “Larry, are you dating or seeing anybody else right now?”

I honestly replied. “At the present time, I’m currently not seeing or dating anyone.”

Then Vicki threw me a curve ball, when she asked. “So, when did you and your last girlfriend break up?”

Again, I could honestly say. “We decided to part ways early this morning. Because she consistently and flat out refused to take a shower and I even offered to join her there. But every time I went in first, she never joined me.”

That’s when Vicki chimed in with. “Well, even though I have never taken a shower with a guy before. I still take one regularly.”

Quickly thinking to myself, back when I was a seventeen year old virgin I took a shower with a married woman and my best friend’s mother on three separate occasions. And because Fay liked watching me jerk off, I jacked off for her a lot. 

Sometimes while her son and husband were at home, and even a few times in the next room. Plus even though I shared a room with her son, Fay even climbed in bed with me a couple of times too. And each time she was naked or almost naked when she did and I jerked off for her. 

So trying to be funny and not wanting to spoil my chances of actually dating Vicky, I said. “Well, if you decide to let someone break you showering with a guy cherry. I hope you decide to do it with me, because I will always wash your back whether you decide to wash mine or not.”

And that got a laugh out of Edgar, a snicker out of Kathy and at least a smile out of Vicki. So at least I knew that I didn’t blow my chance with her over a stupid little comment.

But I also hoped that our first shower together turned out like or at least close to one of my three showers with Fay. And it was our last one that I was hoping for the most, and it went down like this.

During our three showers, Fay and I were the only ones home at the time. Because every other Saturday, Chaz her husband and Clyde, her son would go out and buy some building or construction supplies for the house that we were all remodeling. Mine and Fay’s first two showers are written elsewhere in these books. But our third and final shower is only listed here.

Fay only got in the shower to wash her hair and I wasn’t allowed to jack off like I usually did. Even as Fay continued to shake the shampoo suds off her hair and onto my swollen cock, I was only allowed to rinse my dick off after I rinsed Fay’s hair.

Then Fay had me pat her dry afterwards. Which at the time was the closest that I’ve been to feeling up a woman. Except that there was a thick towel between my hands and Fay’s naked body. And it was Suzan, who quickly corrected that issue once we started dating. By allowing me to actually let me feel her up while we were out in public and behind closed doors too. 

Then after a quickly drying myself off with the same towel, it was also the closest that I’ve been to rubbing my body against a woman’s nakedness. That is, until Suzan and I started bumping ulgies five or six months later. The only problem is that if Fay didn’t break off our cock and muff game. Would we have continued playing even after I started seeing and fucking Suzan?

Then would we have kept right on playing after Suzan and I got married and had our first kid. Because God only knows that I wanted to play with Fay every time I came home on leave and stopped by the house to visit them.

Anyway back to our third and final shower. With both of us still dressed in our birthday suits, I followed Fay into her bedroom. And she sat down at her dressing table before handing me her hairdryer. Then as Fay, brushed, I blew. And with my cock still rock hard, Fay bent down as if she was getting ready to give me a blowjob. But instead, Fay only slowly rocked her head back and forth, so that the ends of her golden-red hair touched and stimulated my dick even further.

And it didn’t take long before I had to grab my cock and turn away, so I didn’t accidentally shoot my load in Fay’s freshly washed hair. Then after licking up my spunk that dripped on the floor, Fay sent me into the bathroom to wash my hands and dick off.

Upon my return, Fay simply bowed her head again and started all over again. Except this time she stopped well before I was about to shoot my load. Then Fay had me stand in front of her and between her legs while I jerked off and she continued brushing her hair. Plus while I was washing up, Fay put the saucer from her coffee cup and saucer set under her legs and snatch.

Then occasionally Fay would place that same brush right under my balls until I had to back away from her slightly and bust a nut right into the saucer between her legs. And after I finished, Fay would inhaled the pungent aroma of my fresh spunk before she set the saucer on the floor. Then while I was licking my latest batch of cum off of it. Fay slid off her dressing table chair and sat right on my back.

And as Fay continued to brush her hair with the same brush that was just under my nut sack. But with Fay’s pussy lips and golden-red twat hairs actually touching my bare skin. It didn’t take me long to get another boner. While Fay just continued to sit there and slowly rock back and forth. 

We did that three more times that Saturday morning and not only did I bust five nuts in about an hour. But Fay and I also broke our record of four busted nuts, which we kept tying to beat on a daily or weekly basis. That is, until a few weeks later. When I misread her intentions and I reached out and grabbed a hand full of Fay’s golden-red pussy hairs.

You see, while Fay was lying on the sofa and I was jerking off right above her. Fay would keep thrusting her pelvic region up towards my low hanging balls. And right after her third attempt, when her long cunt hairs actually made contact with my nut sack. Fay just held that pose and started to slowly rock her body from side to side.

And while I backed away from her, so I didn’t bust a nut all over Fay’s stomach. She continued to hold that pose while I ejaculated all over the living room floor. But my mistake was that while I was cumin, I reached out and grabbed a fist full of Fay’s pussy hairs. But because I broke rule number 1, where I couldn’t touch her, Fay quickly ended our cock and muff games forever.

Plus to top it off, even though Fay was never an ex-girlfriend that new record of five busted nuts in about an hour lasted through twelve girlfriends. Until Eleanor and I finally broke it with six busted nuts in about an hour up in Seattle Washington.

Then towards the end of dinner, it was Kathy who asked. “Would you and Vicki like to stop by and play some cards when we’re finished here?”

Thinking that Kathy and Vicki had already discussed this during one of their visits to the ladies room, I quickly said. “I’m game, if Vicki is.”

Who almost as quickly replied, “Sounds like fun to me.” 

But because we arrived in separate cars, I didn’t want Vicki to drive alone while I rode with Edgar and Kathy. And I didn’t know how to get to their house from here. So after swallowing hard, I said. “Vicki, if you don’t mind playing driving instructor, and tell me how to get there, I would gladly drive you there. That is, unless you don’t want any company.”

Now it was Vicki’s turn to swallow hard before replying. “I don’t mind the company, but no one else has driven my car before.”

Only this time, not wanting to spoil the mood or kill my chances this time. Plus not actually knowing if Vicki was a virgin or not. I silently said to myself, “Just another one of your cherries to bust.”

After paying the bill for all four meals, I let Edgar leave the tip for the waitress. But I dropped and extra Hamilton on the table for giving Kristen such a hard time in the beginning. As we walked out to the parking lot, not only did I get to hold Vicki’s hand. 

But she also brought out my inner vegan too. Because I so wanted to stick my cock inside Vicki’s vegan or possible virgin pussy.