The spring semester of my Freshman
year in college, I had the opportunity to visit my Aunt in Long
Island . Every three months
she makes a trek into the City of Manhattan ,
to buy various things for her Antique store.
She shops out every store from Neiman-Marcus to the Salvation Army
looking for just the ‘right thing’
with which to stock her shelves.
During my childhood, she would take
me with her as official assistant, in charge of holding all the bags –and I
loved it. I always managed to get a
trinket or two in the bargain. But there was something different about that day –starting with the trip into
the city –I can’t forget. The Long
Island Railroad was delayed for nearly and hour and a half, and when we finally
got on it, it was crowded –more so than normal –so was Grand Central Station and
the rest of the city. The island of Manhattan is home to a lot of people,
but for some reason there seemed to be a surplus, that particular day.
As we strolled down the cobble
stones of South Street Seaport and reached one of her favorite shops, we found the
answer to all the people –it was Fleet Week, and the USS Abraham along with its
battle group, just docked and the city was inundated with Sailors –all shapes
and sizes –all colors and flavors –I felt like a kid in a candy store.
As they disembarked and moved in
among the Manhattaners, my mind began to swirl with the Naval
possibilities. I imagine my aunt leaving
me in the city for the night. I go to a bar
and meet three of the sexist sailors –all dressed in their white Cracker Jack outfits. They pay for drinks the entire night and when
its last call, we leave the bar, but I cannot remember how to get back to my
aunts home.
One of the sailors suggests that I
join them back on the ship –it is safe, and I can leave first thing in the
morning. I agree, but there is only one
problem –how to get me on. Another of
the three has an extra uniform in his pack and I get dressed. They tell the Quarter Deck Watchstander that
I was injured and they need to help me back to my sleeping area.
Once on board, we make our way into
the hull of the ship, it’s very noisy and we enter a sound proof room, just
beyond the engine room, with a single chair. One of the sailors starts to kiss
me, when another pulls him away in order to do the same. The three of them quarrel because each wants
his turn with me first. “Why argue boys, when you can all have me –”
“At the same time?” The one who has
been most quiet all evening speaks up. I am taken aback by the question, but I
nod my head and all three smile. The three men huddle up and whisper, then they
turn to me and begin undressing. When
they finish, I strip for my private audience of three. “Would you have a problem with being tied
up?” One inquires.
“No.” Where I stand, one of the men takes a black
neckerchief –that is part of his uniform, and ties the ends around each of my
ankles, leaving about 6-inches of slack between the ties. A second sailor uses his sash to tie my hands
behind my back, and the third uses his to blind fold me.
I feel one of the men slide between
my ankles, while another moves under my tied arms and up against my back. A set
of hands on my shoulders, push me to squatting and the man between my legs
enters my vagina. He holds my waist, and
lifts and lowers me up and down his shaft.
The movement stops and I am leaned forward by another set of hands. The man within the ties of my arms spreads my
ass cheeks apart and I feel him up against my asshole –his pre-cum smearing it
before it enters. I moan –there are
fingers playing with clit, hands on breasts, hands in my hair, there are lips
on my back, a dick in my pussy, a dick in my ass –I lick my lips just before
dick number three enters my mouth. I
nearly gag, it enters so quickly and the three men start to fuck –all at once
–each with their own rhythm –and I’m almost seasick. Suddenly, their motions are synchronized and
I enjoy the sensation of being stimulated in so many ways I lose count. My rise to climax comes so quickly that it
scares me –then I taste cum, and feel it in my pussy and deep in my ass. God Bless the Navy!
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