Anal Adventures (M/F, cons)


The following story is composed of a few
different anal encounters during my days
in the military.

All the following encounters are true.

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When you're in the Navy, it's difficult to have a true 'girlfriend'.
Or, least that was true in the late 80s and early 90s.
If you were in a combat rating, in those days, it was 'no women
allowed.'  No girls to consort with on-board ship, family and friends
halfway across the country.  Just a whole bunch of other guys.  Boring.
So, when it comes time you start feeling like you gotta get laid before
long, you start the routine.  You hit the clubs on base and off base,
checking the scenes.  The base clubs are full of your fellow sailors, and
not enough quiff to go around.  The clubs downtown are either serious
drinker's watering holes, or high dollar hotel clubs that a sailor couldn't 
get into in a million years.  

In downtown San Diego, there was a great place not overly well known,
just behind Horton Plaza, called the Golden Lion.  It became Johnny's 801
in '94, and later, San Diego's Hard Rock Cafe franchise.  In the days when it was
the Golden Lion, it had been around for many years, back to when it was a
'gentlemen's' club in the 30's and 40s.  Most of the people who called
downtown their stomping grounds didn't take notice of this particular bar,
in those days; downtown was a place filled with panhandlers, serious drinkers bars 
(from the Amtrak station all the way to the police station on the other end of 
downtown, near 20 blocks east on Broadway), tattoo parlors and all kinds of shops 
specializing in selling cheap merchandise that green sailors and Marines on liberty 
from boot camp, 'class A' schools, or their first permanent duty station could get
all kinds of crap on credit, where they'd get suckered in and sign their credit
ratings away, all of it splashed around the county and federal courthouses,
the city Greyhound station, a few bank buildings, and the city's open aire shopping
mall, Horton Plaza.  All the nice spots with classy people weren't found down there.
You had to go at least down to the hotel district on the waterfront to find
a better class of person to drink with.  So, the Golden Lion sat quietly,
frequented by very few hard drinkers and sailors, catering to the after-hours
working crowd.  There, I met the first girl I ever fucked in the ass.  

It was the summer of 87, I was just under 21.  I was in class A school at the
Naval Training Center in Point Loma, just north of downtown, on the
northern edge of the airport.  I can say this now because
the Golden Lion hasn't existed for almost ten years.  From the first time
I went in there, I found it was my kind of place.  The bartender carded me
when I asked for a beer, and said, "anything else? Off the record, you're close
enough to 21 to have something harder, and you're in the service.  When there's
not an Alcoholic Beverage Comission agent snooping around, military personnel get 
what they want."

Cool.  I could have a drink just about whenever I wanted for the several months
between then and my 21st birthday without hanging out at the base enlisted mens 
club, and drink something besides beer.  The Golden Lion became
my regular watering hole from then on.  Shortly before I graduated 'A school' and
got orders to my first ship, I was drinking with a couple of buddies at the Golden
Lion, celebrating our impending graduation and the promotions that would come with
it.  In those days, technical and engineering ratings guaranteed a bump up to
3rd class Petty Officer upon completion of A school.  "Push button 3rds" was the
term used.  We were in civvies, as we didn't have to wear uniforms off base once
you'd passed x amount of weeks since leaving boot camp.  We were sharing a pitcher
of beer at a table by the window, and we kept noticing a sailor girl sitting
on a stool at the bar.  For a female sailor, she was good looking.  Most girls
who entered the Navy in those days were those who were bordering on dumpy, the
kind who'd never gotten a date in high school.  She, however, was ALL that.
She had short raven hair cut in a pageboy, short enough to be allowed by Navy
standards.  Her eyes were the greenest I'd ever seen, with firm, lean body, and 
TAN.  Her name, as I learned later, was Tonya.  (Her last name, I will keep 
confidential.  It's been many years since I've seen her; but, if you ever encounter
this story, old friend, as you might if you're still like you were in those days, 
write me, at the posted e-mail link . It'd be nice to hear from you/see you again.)

The three of us, Dave, Stape, and I, rather than go out in jeans and casual
shirts, were all wanting to get laid before we each got our orders and 
wound up on ships slated for long deployments.  So, we'd each togged up in good
casual wear (slacks, shirts and ties, sport jackets) to look as little like
sailors as possible, and went out to prowl the nicer joints like the horny 
tomcats we were.  As Tonya told me later, she'd gotten in uniform to clue that she
was NOT looking for a sailor to hook up with.  Ah, the irony that is life.
Little did she know.  So, there we were, drinking Miller Lite draft from the
pitcher.  The way she kept paying surrepititous attention to us, I'm surprised
she didn't pick up on the fact we were sailors, too.  But, there she sat, 
like a feline in heat, sitting on her barstool like the aforementioned
feline on a fence, noting the attention she got.  She was all of 5'7", and 
she reminded me a LOT of an old friend from high school who I'd always
nurtured a crush for.  That one, she'd always been with the high class
crowd.  We were friends; but, like so many girls in high school, that's all
she wanted.  "Let's just be FRIENDS."  So, here was a sailor-girl, looking so 
much like my old crush, I couldn't take my eyes off of her.  Dave and Stape kept 
ragging on me. "Ah, cmon, Dish, go get her!" I almost couldn't work up the nerve.  
She reminded me too much of my old crush.  She kept looking at the three of us 
discreetly, for many minutes.  I got up to ask her if she'd join us at the moment 
she got up and started toward our table.  Meeting halfway, we both tried to speak 
at the same time, and started laughing moments later.  I was finally able to get 
out "Would you please come and join us?" "I'd love to."  From the moment she sat 
down, we couldn't take our eyes off each other.  Now, I'm not bad looking, and back 
then I was a lot younger; but I'm no matinee idol, either.  I couldn't believe
she was flirting with me, of all people.  In no time, it was clear to her that
we were in the Navy, the same as her. "I can't believe you guys are in, too.  
You couldn't tell, to look at you.  And here I thought there were no classy
guys in the Navy.  There's too many guys who just start right in and don't know
how to play the game."  "Well, not every guy in crackerjacks was raised in 
hicksville."  

After a while, Dave and Stape decided to continue the hunt elsewhere, as it was clear
that Tonya and I were taking each other off the market (for at least the
evening.)  Tonya was a third class PO from a supply rating, on a destroyer
tender at the main base, familiarly known to San Diegans as simply "32nd
Street."  She had a bachelorette pad in an inexpensive but furnished 
apartment building on the upper end of downtown.  While Dave and Stape headed
toward some of the less ritzy hotel bars on the Embarcadero, Tonya and I walked
to her place.  

Once there, we wasted no time getting down to business.  We nearly tore
each other's clothes off.  She had a wonderful mouth, and she knew how to
use it.  She could lick like a lollipop addict, and she could suck like
a pro..."golf ball through a garden hose" and all of that.  Amazingly, 
when she was ready for me, I found her pussy was off-limits.  "I'm a virgin.
I've had a few hang-ups about that, drilled into me in Catholic schools that
you're supposed to hang onto your virginity until you're married.  The problem
is, I'm just too damn horny.  So, my mother gave me a small bit of advice
when I was sixteen...." She rolled over and showed the tannest bum I'd ever
seen.  Tonya loved spending time on the beaches of San Diego, from Ocean Beach
to Oceanside, especially Black's Beach, a nude beach in the secluded cliffs of 
La Jolla, and damn hard to get to.  (For years since, when I worked for a company 
off of Torrey Pines by UCSD, after I got out in 92, I could never forget the
time the two of us went there.  All I had to do was look out any one of the
office windows to see out towards the edge of the cliffs that towered over
her favorite spot).  

"Have you ever...been up a girl's...butt before?"  "Uh-uh."  I wasn't a virgin,
I'd had a girlfriend in high school and another in college; but both were
the type who'd give the pussy up for a STEADY boyfriend, they weren't skanks. The 
kind of thing you'd expect when you're both teenagers.  "Ohmigod, are you ever 
something.  A classy guy, a clothes-horse at that; and you've never had the pleasure 
of a girl's asshole, to boot. How did you even get in the Navy? You're the type
of person who seems like you'd have a commission in another branch after you
graduated from college, not signed up to live like a 'no-class' enlisted horn-dog."  
"Let's just say I've got some wild oats to sow, and this seemed like the best way to
do it."  "You got that right!" she commented, snuggling up.  She produced a
rubber, rolled it on over my dick, and applied a little KY to her bum.  "Well,
let's just see how good you are."  She wiggled back onto my lap and began kissing
me hotly as she rubbed her nether regions all over mine.  Man, was she ever
talented.  Without using a hand, keeping them both wrapped around me as we continued
to kiss, she guided my hardness at her backdoor, and began to settle her
tight little bunghole on top of it.  Oooh, but she felt good as she dilated
around me.  "Mmmmm..." she groaned as she opened wide enough to let me inside.
Her face angled upward towards mine as her body moved downward, sinking onto
my shaft.  She gripped me with her sphincter as her buns met my balls.  For
several moments, she sat there, holding me tightly within her butt as she continued
to lash my tongue with hers.  Then, she pushed me back onto the pillows, sat
upright, and began to ride me.  I was thinking "where the fuck have you been
all my life?" as she rode up and down on me.  She began moaning...groaning...
rubbing her clit carefully...moving her hands upward...squeezing her 
round, firm, tanned breasts...moving her hands upward...towards her head...
running them through her hair in that sexy way women have when they're enjoying
themselves...humping me harder...harder...then, she bent foward and wrapped
herself around me as she continued to ride my cock...as her lips met mine, 
my head began to spin...I kept pushing upward in her butt...she groaned and
pressed her lips harder against mine as she clenched tightly around my rod...
I could tell she wanted to come...I opened my eyes...hers were still closed...
her face was red, like she was straining...trying to grunt..she was trembling..
and I felt something soft mush downward against the head of my dick...I'd
pressed into her shit...felt good...her moans went up in pitch...she was coming...
I couldn't hold back...I blew my load into her ass, though of course it only
went into the receptacle at the head of the rubber.  She cried out a high note
as she came moments later.  Spent, she slumped on top of me, and then rolled 
onto her side, taking me along with her.  

"That was amazing!" she whispered.  "I've come with other guys before, playing
with myself while they fucked me; but I've never come from just riding before.
You helped me achieve my first anal orgasm! I gotta have more of that!"

We rested for several minutes, and then she showed me other positions she loved:
from behind while on her side, backdoor from the missionary with me on top,
and the favored doggie styles, her on all fours as well as flat on her stomach
while I banged the shit out of her ass again and again, literally and figuratively.
It was well into the wee hours before we slaked our thirsts for each other.

Finally, though, we both had duty in the morning.  She gave me her # and said
"Since you're graduating from A school on Friday, call me when you get back
from leave."  I had orders to a destroyer at the 32nd Street base, so I wasn't
going anywhere (so to speak).  After graduation on Friday, I left town for a 
couple of weeks on 'leave', as they call authorized vacations in the service.
I speak a week each in Texas and DC with family and friends and then flew back
to San Diego to report aboard my ship.  Once I was settled into the routine,
I gave Tonya a call.  It had been hard to wait.  Our ships were only a pier
apart.  Hers wasn't slated to deploy anywhere, and mine had come back from
deployment a month before, scheduled to depart on another at that same time
the following year (August 88).  We started seeing each other regularly,
taking advantage of every opportunity.  We'd meet at the MWR center across
from the piers once a week for lunch to plan schedules, and we snuck around
as much as we could.  When my ship went into one of the local shipyards for
a three month refit, she gave me a key and asked if I wanted to stay at her
place when I wasn't on duty.  Things were almost too good to be true, 
not spending lots of time at sea, fucking Tonya's ass at every opportunity.
Like a pair of crazy kids just barely in their twenties, we thought about
spending our lives together.  Tonya even gave in to herself and gave me her
real virginity one cold night in February, when we started getting SERIOUS.
However, things were too good to last.  As things heated up in the Persian Gulf,
her ship got unexpectedly slated to replace another tender in the Indian
Ocean, and mine was going through the usual pre-deployment trials for our
departure in August.  Tonya gave up her pad and we both 'moved' back to our
respective bunks on our respective ships, sneaking around when we could until
her ship left for the far side of the Pacific in June.  We wrote for a while,
and things dropped off.  

Meanwhile, my ship deployed in August 88.  Crossing the Pacific, we tied
up for the usual 'working port' routines at the base at Subic Bay in the 
Phillipines.  Olongapo, or "Po City" as it's fondly known, is a sailor's wet dream.  
Just like it's portrayed in the movie "Flight of the Intruder", Po City is 
everything the movie represented it to be, and then some.  Just outside the gates 
of the base, across the bridge of what's not fondly called the "Shit River", 
is a teeming city of shops,halfway decent and truly decent eating joints, and bars 
and dives of every kind, teeming with every kind of music, and SWARMING with
Filipino girls with every kind of sexual taste imaginable, all of whom earned
lots of money by fucking a different guy every night.  After you'd been there
once or twice, they'd know you and different girls or the same girls would
throw themselves at you, knowing just what you liked and just what to do to 
get you to give them as much of your stashed paycheck as you dared, and then some.
The first time I was there, I didn't get any brown-bone; but I'll admit it was
a joy to have a tiny little woman walk on your back.  The most professional
masseuses in America can't hold a candle to Asian girls when it comes to massage.
Name me one woman of any other race who'll walk on your back, it's a wonder to 
experience.  I got to know a few different types of girls in the week we visited
Subic.  

After three months in the Persian Gulf, my ship left the Gulf to begin her
journey home on December 23rd, just before Christmas.  We made our first
liberty port of the journey home, Phuket, Thailand, on New Year's Day of
1989.  Phuket is a beautiful place.  Crystal clear water, you could see all
the way to the bottom of the bay.  Pristine white beaches.  Nothing 
urban and ultra-modern, it's like a sailor's dream for retirement.  
A beautiful resort, with as much poontang as you can handle.  Phuket, to
a sailor, is Po City gone one better.  You get a bungalow (as they call
hotel rooms there) for the duration, you get a native taxi-driver as a guide,
and you make the rounds of the clubs.  The hotels aren't too expensive, the
taxis a little moreso by the time you throw in tips (since they act more
like a hotel concierge for you than just a hack driver), and the girls hire
out for cheap.  Yeah, you gotta pay for it; but in truth, who doesn't, in one
way or another? There's no comparison with the sexual skills of asian women
vs white/black/Mexican women.  Asian women have NO hangups.  I hired a teeny
little girl, I'd have sworn she was no older than sixteen, though she swore
she was eighteen, and me not quite twenty-two at the time. Her name was Juki.
So many asian girls I met in Thailand, Po City, Singapore, Hong Kong,
and elsewhere with similar names.  Suki, Yuki, Juki, etc., etc.  After a while
you mix them up.  (You just have to be careful not to mix them up when you call
any one of them by their name, even professional prostitutes overseas get jealous.)
Now, in Phuket, like Po City, you DON'T bareback.  Everyone who did caught 
something.  Our relief ship had inported in Phuket on the way over, and it was 
rumored that half her crew had come down with the clap.  So, you double up on 
rubbers and go for it.  Juki knew how to take it up the ass.  When I got her
back to my bungalow, she sucked me like the pro she was.  She didn't speak
much English, which was fine with me.  She said three words to me the first
time we met.  "I lay you?" She sat down on my lap and began to kiss me.  She was
certified clean, so I didn't break it off.  I began fondling her rump as we kissed.
When I had my index finger caressing and teasing her butthole through her
tight pants, I said "You like?"  She said "I do...up ass!" We got out of there 
and went back to my bungalow.  After she blew me, we did the obligatory time in the
puss, and then she rolled on her side, backed up onto me, and pulled my dick
into her butt with very little effort.  She was tight, too, which is saying
something for someone who does that for money every day.  I spent all the rest
of the day teaching her what Tonya had taught me back in San Diego.  I fucked her
every free minute I had of that port visit.  Asian girls don't come like American
women; but they do know how to take it.  That one, after we left Phuket, I never
saw again, because I never made it back to Phuket during the rest of my time in
the service.  

After the ship left Phuket, we headed for the base at Po City, with a quick
dip below the Equator for the time honored 'crossing the line'"ceremonies".
Back in Po City, I met another girl, named Miko.  She became my main squeeze
during that and all future visits to Subic.  She knew how to walk on a man's
back; but she was an anal virgin, believe it or not.  She had a dancer's body,
not tiny tiny; but thin and graceful, all of 5'6", which is toward tall for
any race of asian girl, be it Thai, Lao, Filipino, Chinese, Korean, Japanese,
Mongolian, Vietnamese, or one of the various tribes of Indonesian.
Of course, black hair and black eyes.  If an asian woman has another color 
eyes, she's probably got either an American father or mother (probably father)
and if her hair's blonde rather than black, you can bet she bleached it.
Miko and I met in one of the pizza joints where you can actually hear each
other, as compared with most of the dives in Po City where you have to yell
in each other's ears to be heard over the music.  After the usual routine
(for Po City, that is), we went back to her place.  She had her own room over
her regular bar, as did so many girls.  I can't even remember the name of the 
joint anymore.  She was a girl who loved to please, and she spoke decent
English, although that's not unusal for the residents of a town or city overseas
where there's an American military base.  Up in her room, she walked on my back,
and then sucked and fucked me like a pro.  When I teased her ass with my fingers,
she tried to move them away.  Finally, after I'd come, she rolled off and 
asked, "Why you guys always want to fuck in the ass?" "Because it's TIGHT,
baby.  And it feels GOOD.  Every girl I've ever met who's gotten past the
initial breaking in of her bottom has quickly found it's a more intense
and enjoyable experience than getting her pussy slammed again and again.  
For a woman, the pussy's all about coming, not about being plowed.  The reverse
is true of her asshole.  She learns to enjoy being plowed, and then she comes
harder than ever before."  While I told her that, I slowly teased her bottom,
rubbing my finger up and down and around her crack, fondling and teasing her
cheeks.  Gently,  I rubbed my finger in the juices seeping from her pussy and
when she was wet enough, began to tease and diddle her tiny little butthole.
"Ooooohh!!" she actually moaned out.  'You like that, don't you? It's nice,
isn't it?"  Slowly, I teased and prodded her brown ring, making it slowly
widen and loosen, teaching her to make it snap hungrily as it opened and
closed.  Then, when I knew she couldn't get much looser with a finger, I 
slipped my wet finger slowly into her tiny dirtyhole.  "Oo...easy...oooooooo..."
I teased her hole gently as I continued to softly probe her anus with my finger.
She straddled me and began to kiss me.  I brought both hands around to her ass
as she began to ride me, like she wanted me to forget about her bum.  No chance
of that, I thought as I slid my middle finger to follow the first one.  As she 
continued to ride me, I slowly began to push deeper...deeper...in moments, she
was actually groaning with pleasure as I finger fucked her ass.  When I was 
close to coming, I stopped pumping her, stretched myself upward and pushed her
back slowly so she was lying down on the bed and I was sitting up.  I slowly
frigged her ass a few more strokes with my fingers, and then gently removed them
and slid my thumb up in their place as her sphinter closed.  "Ooohh!!!!" She 
clenched around my thumb and pushed her bum at it.  "That's...gooood! I like that."
She was learning quickly, alright.  Before long, she'd be begging for my cock
up her hole.  Then, she actually started gushing and came with my thumb still
fucking her behind.  

When she'd stopped twitching, she reached into a drawer in the flimsy 
nightstand beside the bed and grabbed a tube of KY.  She unceremoniously
flipped the cap open and squirted a copious amount into the crack of her ass.
Putting it back, she whispered "teach me...more....I want your cock...up my ass.."
Happy to oblige her, I crawled on top of her, turned her face to mine, and
began to kiss her passionately to distract her.  I rolled onto my side and
brought her over the same way.  Raising her right leg above mine, I gently
scooted closely into her, and then slowly began to stroke her crack up and
down with my hardness.  

Over the years, many women have told me my dick is just the perfect size
for fucking their asses.  It's just a hair over six inches long.  Just long enough
to fill a woman's ass channel fully; when I'm balls to buns, I can torment
and tease a woman's inner sphincter with the best of them. Miko was in for the
ride of her life.  I slowly teased her, rubbing myself gently between her pussy
and asshole, making like I was going to give her more for her pussy, and then
slowly...moving into her crack, I gently lifted the inside of her right cheek
just a little, and pushed gently at her tight anal ring.  Her slickness, rather
than allowing her to resist, made her bottom open hungrily when the head of my
penis poked at her backdoor.  Slowly, taking sooo...much...time...I pushed...
slowly...deeper...deeper...teasing the nerve endings in her anus as I pushed
up her bottom...stroking her insides as I moved inward...and held myself
perfectly still as I felt her inner ring meet my outermost tip.  Miko was
quivering from head to toe, enraptured by this new feeling she'd never had
before.  She gripped and clenched, clenched and gripped, relishing the exquisite
torment that only is known by someone holding a flesh and blood penis up their
ass for the first time.  For almost a full minute I held perfectly still, letting
her adjust to the feeling, reveling in the fullness of her rectum, while she
twitched and orgasmed around me.  Then, just when she was starting to subside,
I slowly pushed the remaining few centimeters, prodded her inner hole gently,
and stroked back....and in again...holding there...out....in...hold...teasing..
tickling...tormenting...until I was gently, yet firmly, pumping her...making
her bowels tremble as they experienced something coming in from outside for the
first time...packing shit...displacing air...her face reddened as she felt what
had to be a need to push...she farted around me...and her shit moved down
to meet the leading edge of my rubber covered cock as she cried out "ahhhhh!!!!
Ohhhhhmmmmmmmmiiiiiiiiigggggggggooooooooooooooooddddddddddddd!!!!!!Yourreactually
makingmecoooommmmmmmmmme!!!!!!!!!!!!" I could feel a major increase in wetness
around my balls as she gushed, exploding with her first anal orgasm.  She clenched
at me as tightly as she could, milking me...milking..mee...ahhhh!!!!! I exploded
like a firehose into her ass.  

"More, baby, more!" she called out.  I disentangled the open end of the rubber
from my pubic hair and removed it, replacing it with a fresh one.  I then rolled
Miko on her stomach and then got her on her hands and knees, and getting on one
knee, I got behind her and plunged myself back up her behind.  "Ooooohhhhhh!!!!"
She loved it! Already I had her begging for more; she was sinking forever into
the delicious depravity of anal slutdom.  And I was the one who made her that way.
I gave an evil chuckle as I plowed away at her butt, harder and harder, teaching
her to love a hard assfuck.  I could hear whispers outside the room as she
howled with lust.  "What's he doing in there?  She never makes noise when she
fucks."  "He must be fucking her ass.  That's the only thing it could be, she's
never done that." "You can say that again! She's turned down every other guy
who's made it clear he wanted up there. Every other guy she's had up here
has never gotten up there." "What did he do to get her to take it up the ass?
He must be good!"  I said nothing.  She, meanwhile, obviously couldn't know
anything outside of what was happening to her ass.  I withdrew, pulled her
legs down, and got her lying on her stomach.  Then, I wrapped my legs around
hers and pushed all the way up.  I turned her head to mine and we began
kissing with more heat than we had before as we matched rhythms and she lifted
her soft bum to meet my every thrust.  Miko had become the newest addition
to the ranks of women, pros or not, who adored getting a stiff one up the
backside.  The rest of the time we were in Subic, she made it clear to the
other girls that she wanted me, because she wanted more up her ass, and no one
else was going to get it.  She didn't want to be denied her cravings while
someone else got what she got from me.  She was nuts about up the butt from
that night on.  She finally loosened up when she realized that, like every
other guy that came through there, I was just passing through on a ship
bound for somewhere else.  We'd meet again the next time I passed through.

We arrived back in San Diego in early February.  Tonya's ship was already back,
having returned in mid January.  However, to my chagrin, she'd been transferred,
and she of course hadn't sent me her new address, as we'd lost touch.  Such is 
life.  Vowing to forget her, I went through a number of girl's asses, One-nighters
of asian, white, and black girls in San Diego, and a few 'professional'
Mexican girls down in Tijuana, and a few more of the former when we went into
the Long Beach Shipyard for a year-long overhaul.    None could compare to Miko
or Tonya.  

When my first tour was about over, in the summer of '90, still undecided if
I was going to make the Navy my career or not, I extended my tour for two
more years.  I couldn't have picked a worse time.  Not a month after
all the paperwork was finished and my orders to my next ship were arranged;
Saddam invaded Kuwait.  My orders were changed to another ship, not that it
mattered.  Both were going to the Persian Gulf as part of the same battle group.
I took a month's leave and reported to my second ship, as fate would have it,
on the next pier over from my old one.  Two months after I reported aboard,
we sailed for the Persian Gulf.  We arrived in Subic shortly after Christmas.

Of course, when liberty call sounded, I was soon among the throng of men heading
out the main gate and across the Shit River to Miko's club.  Unfortunately, she
wasn't in town.  The Mama-San who ran the club remembered me, and told me Miko
had gone to Manila to visit her family; but would be back before New Year's.  She
introduced me to another of her anal pros, a girl named Suki.  She was good,
but a little too pro.  Suki had taken a lot of cocks up her ass before mine; so I
had us take a little break, discreetly got a nice, sizeable buttplug for her
from the Mama-San, went back to the room, and proceeded to teach Suki how to
spread her ass.  I teased and prodded her asshole with it, and when it finally
stretched her wide enough to slip in, I gently spanked her while I banged away
at her pussy, making her ass tremble in a whole new way.  Soon, I had her 
moaning and groaning, too.  When I left, Mama-San wiggled her eyes at me, 
knowing that not many other guys could make those girls moan and groan.  

Miko got back into town the 30th.  When she heard I was back in town, she spent 
the rest of the day waiting for me to get off duty.  She told me she hadn't
had anything up her ass in a long time.  It had been close to two years since
the last time I'd been there in early 89.  She sat on my lap and began to kiss
me hotly, wiggling on my lap like she wanted to fuck me right there.  "Upstairs.."
I said in her ear.  She got up, grabbed my hand, and nearly dragged me along
as we ran out of the barroom.  In moments, we were upstairs and getting
naked.  However, once again I teased her, making her wait, and making her
wet with anticipation, through her wonderful back-walking, which she knew I
loved, a ravenous blow job that she'd hungered for, which then segued into 
a long, hard fuck of her pussy.  As our fucking became more heated, I began
teasing her ass with my fingers.   "Oh, yeah..oh, yeah! Ohyeah! OH YEAH!" 
She pulled off, and wet with just her own juices, flopped on her stomach.
"Get on! Now! I've waited for this...for a...LOONNNNGGG time...I haven't
taken a guy up my ass in nearly a year, I knew you had to be coming back
sooner or later, and I WANTED to be able to enjoy it like last time.  I'm
a little jealous that Suki got you while I was gone; but she's an all the
time butt slut.  She can't be satisfied by anything less than a real donkey
dick.  I heard you stuffed a plug up her ass, she was so loose.  Maybe 
I'll be ready for that on the return trip.  For now...get in here..." she
said, stroking her bum.  "Cmon, baby...I need it..I want it BAD...get into
my ass...Fuck me..fuck me up the ass until I shit!"  I raised my eyebrows.
'A hooker actually begging for it.  That's a first', I thought.  Well, wtf
was I waiting for?  I straddled her and pushed myself gently up her
shitpipe.  In moments, she was moaning a note that crawled up the scale
as I pushed myself up her ass.  She was trembling just like before.  After
letting her quiver around my pole for a few moments, I pulled out and drove
inward..."Ahhh!!" More!" Bang! I slammed inward again.  "Ahh! That's it!Ohyeah!
Fuckme!Fuckmyass!Ooohhhhhhh...ohimgonnashit!Gonnashitonyourdick...Oooh..Ooooh!
Oooh!OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" I could tell she was already
rising toward analgasm as she clenched around me, nearly shredding the sheet
between her fingernails as she gripped it, her face reddening.  She farted
around my cock, and I could feel her bowels tremble as they moved, letting
her shit meet my meat once again.  She was gushing, I could feel her wetness
all over my balls as she got wetter and wetter.  She stretched her legs out,
lying flat on the mattress and allowing for maximum ramming of her asshole.
"Camon, baby, bangme!BANGMYASS!FUCKME!FUCKMYBUTT!SCREWME!GOTTASHIT!SCREWMYSHIT
BABY!SCREWMYSHITHOLE!AH!AHHH!AAAAAAAAHHHH!!!AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
HHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! She gripped
and clenched at my cock like a madwoman.  Miko was getting stuffed, and she
loved every second of it.  She yowled like a woman lost in satisfaction and
didn't care who knew.  She rose and fell, riding my cock like the bitch in
heat she was.  She milked me for all I was worth, making me cum in her ass
like an erupting volcano.  She got off me, stripped off the rubber we'd used,
threw it out, put a fresh one on me, and then pushed me on back on the mattress,
and wiggled herself on top of me, and, reveling in every second, got her
anal entry on top of my dick and sat down on it.  She groaned with pleasure
during the entire minute she took to sit herself down and take me into her
bottom all the way to the balls.  "Oh,migod.  Cantgetenoughofthisupmybutt"
she whispered.  Then, she said, "got a treat for you" and humped and bumped a
couple of times, and pushed downward, moving her soft stool down around my
dick, relishing the feeling of my now dirty dick pushing into her shit.
Then, she started humping, up and down, tossing her head, riding me like a
cowgirl on a stallion, wrapping her arms through her hair in that sexy way
that women have when they're lost to their lust and riding in the madness
it brings.  I met her every bounce with a matching thrust, driving inward
as deeply as possible.  When she lessened the tempo, I could tell she was ready
for some different moves.  I pushed her on her back, pulled out, got up,
and sat down on the foot of the bed.  Grabbing her hand, I got her to get up
and come around to me.  She turned her backside to me and sat down on my lap,
sitting in a perfect 'lap-spooning'.  Her soft buns met my thighs as she slid
her rectal hole down and around my pole.  When buns met balls, she began moving
up and down just slightly, revelling in the deep fucking she got from being able
to ride every bit with only an inch or so of stroking.  She humped and humped
and humped herself on my ramrod.  I couldn't believe just how crazy she went,
she lost herself so completely in the heated madness as she continued to 
take more and more, unable to get enough of the fullness and the deep in the ass
ramming she craved.  It seemed I'd created a monster those two years before,
an assfuck craving monster that could never get enough satisfaction.  For hours,
she rode and rode me, sitting on my lap, pushing me back, sitting on me with
her back to me, then with her front to me, wiggling her tush up and down on my
turgid member while we locked lips and thrashed tongues, rolling over, howling
and screaming like a woman posessed while I pounded her asshole from above,
and even getting her to stand up, and pushing in her again and again while
she stood on one leg.  What an anal athlete she'd become! 
She hated to stop when I had to go back to the ship the next morning.

New Year's Eve, we did it all over again, stopping to go downstairs and 
slug down a pitcher of mojos (a drink made of almost every booze known to
man, with a base of pineapple juice) for the hour preceding and half-hour
following the striking of midnight and the passing of 1990 into 1991.
Then, we went back upstairs and picked up where we left off, fitting
my cock up her ass like the two were made for each other.  In the morning, 
I went back to the ship for muster, went and slept until three in the afternoon,
and went back for the last night inport, as we were leaving for the Gulf
the day after New Year's.  I spent the rest of New Year's Day well into 
the wee hours of New Year's night screwing her little ass raw.  She was
going to be bowlegged for days.  When I left to go back aboard for the
last time for that time around, she said, "Next time, bring a friend.  
I want to spend the whole time with you up my ass while someone else
is in my pussy."  God, for a hooker she was becoming one hell of a SLUT.
She'd been getting fucked by half the sailors in the fleet for money for
heaven only knows how long, and while taking it in the pussy was purely business,
she..was..REALLY...getting...into...getting it up the butt!  I'd never, before her, 
actually been with a hooker who actually got so into it that she got lost in 
herself like a woman who was being fucked for the sake of BEING fucked.  

After Desert Storm, I'd had my fill of the military.  On the trip home, I
remembered what she'd asked.  I asked a buddy in my division, who I knew
liked gang-banging girls, to join us.  We went to the bar, got her,
got her upstairs, and got ourselves into her before she knew what hit her.
Boy was she ready.  I told her, "enjoy this, because this is my last tour.
I doubt if I'll do another deployment in the year I've got left, so I probably
won't be ever be back here again."  We fucked her ass raw; we even got her
to take both of us up her ass at the same time.  That was early June 91.
Nearly twelve years later, it'd be interesting to see what she's like now.
Miko's probably learned to take monster dildos up her ass by now, if she's not
the Mama-San of her own bar full of butt sluts.

I haven't met a woman the likes of Tonya or Miko since then.  Well, so long
as an ass fan gets at least one woman like that in his lifetime, that's cool.