Date: Wed, 11 May 2016 15:51:00 -0500
From: Charles Smythe <jasonsmythe7@gmail.com>
Subject: Booty Call-[CS-36]-part-1-of-1

Booty Call
Part-1-of-1

I woke up on the floor of some dude's house with a screaming headache and
one ear smothered against someone's skin. In the dimness of the room I
opened my eyes and saw the polyester rug staring back at me. I tilted my
head slightly and stared ahead at her landing strip bush practically shoved
in to face. One flap of her vagina was sticking out from the other flap. My
head was pressed against her inner thigh. Her other leg trailed off to the
left, as if in mid-kick.

I breathed in the plastic-tangy smell of recent sex. I raised my head and
looked over the rest of her body. She was snoozing on the floor, a pile of
clothes as a pillow, almost completely naked. She wore a darkish wife
beater t-shirt. She was attractive enough. A number of other people were
sprawled out beyond her, along the floor leading up to the couch, on which
two figures seemed to be trying to get busy under a large blanket.

I didn't remember anything. I stood up. I was wearing boxers but I wasn't
wearing a shirt. I looked on either side of myself and didn't see anything
resembling one of my shirts. I reached under thigh, pillow, smelly vagina,
head and yanked out a white t-shirt. She stirred, but didn't wake up. I put
the shirt on. It seemed masculine enough. I felt too ill to go looking for
my pants.

I found my sandals by the door and wandered out of the house. Thrash-Metal
music played at a soft volume as I opened the storm door with a screen on
it and stepped in to the morning. I licked my lips and swallowed to see if
I could taste anything remotely like pussy in my mouth. I tasted only the
Jameson I'd drank the night before. I wiped my mouth and a curly black hair
came off my lips. It was obviously not a hair from somebody's head. It had
a female twist to it. The cool air met me like a shield.

There was a strip of orange running across the rooftops below dark clouds.
It looked like the sun was overflowing from a bathtub in the sky. I
wandered home, my headache failing to subside.

I made a ton of booty calls later on that day. Chicks I'd banged a long
time ago and hadn't spoken to in months or over a year, girls who I was
just friends with, but who probably wouldn't want to be friends with me
after receiving my strongly flirtatious text messages, and two chicks who
I'd been keeping around.

The second one of these two, Sandy said she wasn't doing much and that
she'd come by later on that night. I breathed a sigh of relief that I
wouldn't have to just watch a stupid video and resort to calling on Rosie
Palm and her five daughters that night (Rosie Palm is my hand and her
daughters are my fingers by the way).

I asked myself, "Where were ten foot butterflies found? And what color were
their eyes? " while I was waiting for Sandy. When she knocked on the door I
answered myself, "Ten foot butterflies with baby blue eyes were found in
the dreams of little Susan."

Sandy was tanned, half-Irish and had curly black hair. A sophomore, she
wore a fake gold necklace that she claimed to have bought in Cancun. At my
request, she rode on top of me cowgirl style.

At her request, I let her chug from a bottle of Annie Greenspring wine
while fucking me. It was incredibly hot. She looked down at me between
swigs with the same smile she keeps on her face when you're telling her a
joke, except with moans coming out of it. Sandy's moan style was great
because there was a lot of breath in it. It was an even combination of
vocal chords and breathing. She moaned on both inhales and exhales. This is
how I like my women.

Sandy shook her hair out of her face, cocked her head back and took a swig.
She offered the wine to me once, but I shook my head. I bounced her up and
down with one hand squeezing her stomach from the side of her torso. I
wanted her more focused on fucking and less focused on drinking. With my
other hand I reached in to the space between our bodies and rubbed at the
upper part of her clit with two fingers, the part that had escaped
penetration by my cock. My hand bobbed up and down in sync with her body.
Her pussy started sucking on my fingers. I've always been fascinated by how
gigantic most pussies are capable of becoming.

Sandy's thighs contracted and retracted around my wrist. Looking at my
wrist, I saw a blue vein throbbing under my skin. Watching her thighs push
inward, I saw a blue vein streaking down one thigh and fading in to tanned
skin. I wondered if the blueness of the vein in her thigh was contingent on
the intensity of the sex she was having. I knew the blueness of the vein in
my wrist was.

Sandy was a one-woman symphony; she moaned, "Mmmmmmmmm," a beat per second,
her pussy kept making wet squishy noises and the bed sheets rustled as her
legs bore down on them and lifted off. She looked straight ahead through
squinting eyes...not at me but at my door...raised up the wine bottle in slow
spasms and took a huge swig.

I'm sure she didn't intend to cum simultaneously with wine glugging down
her esophagus, but it was hilarious when she did. Her knees banged against
my ribcage and the bottle popped out her mouth and smashed on the floor
behind the headboard of my bed. She spewed all the wine that was in her
mouth on my face and pillow and the sound it made was a really
strange...female orgasmic noise/guttural throat sound/ liquid splashing on
fabric /bedsprings creaking combo. Someone needs to record it. Play it in
reverse and maybe it will say 'Paul is dead' or something.

I cummed.

While my cock throbbed inside her, Sandy groaned, "Uuuuuuugh," and slung
her head down. Her eyes were fully shut, her mouth curved open in a
super-smile stained with wine. I stopped rocking her and let my cock throb
for as long as it needed. Sandy's hair tickled my chest. I hoped, at that
moment, that I would get her pregnant. Sandy's birth control would be
canceled out by the wine and months later she would have my child. We would
fuck every day while raising this child. Then we'd get divorced.

"I'm sorry," Sandy said, freezing in place while my dick slowly went limp.

She laughed a high pitch laugh and flung her hair back over her shoulders.
"I'm so sorry, Trevor."

The urge for sex was out of me by now. It had disappeared inside her and I
thought of how I never, ever wanted kids. Kids were gross.

While she cleaned up the broken glass from the bottle and the wine stains
from my floor afterward, I lay on my pillow amidst a red catastrophe
blotch, feeling really mellow and my cock still somewhat tingly, my eyes
closed. I listened to the squeaking of the paper towels and Windex Sandy
pushed across the floor. She wore her panties and her black blouse. Her
panties looked rumpled and misshapen on her ass. I think she knew that she
looked sexy.

I shut my eyes and told Sandy about how I'd woken up that morning on some
random girl's thigh because I had blacked out at the party and had no idea
what her pussy tasted like, but that Sandy's tasted better, and felt
better, too. As soon as I'd stopped telling the story, Sandy had stopped
cleaning. She stood over me, just breathing. My eyes were still shut.

Sandy said; "Trevor, you're a fucking creep, you know that?" A pause. "I'm
not going to fuck you anymore. You need help."

She put on her pants, charged out the door and slammed it.

Before I fell asleep I thought about what that old song said...'If you want
to be happy for the rest of your life...Never make a pretty woman your
wife...So from my personal point of view...Better find an ugly woman to marry
you.'

Perhaps that's right I thought as I almost immediately fell asleep.

The next day I went to one of my required psychiatry appointments. Deirdre,
the psychiatrist, must have been about sixty years old. She wore clothes
that looked even older. Even still, I bet that she'd been hot forty years
before. I could tell that she had probably worn the same clothes forty
years before also, and that guys probably loved it.

Deirdre and I fell silent after talking about my Dad and how I didn't want
to go home to him that summer.  How I didn't think it was fair. We had
about ten minutes left. She asked me about my love life. I shrugged and
said, "Its fine."

She asked me again and this time I didn't answer.

We ended the session early.

I'd met this woman on Craig's list so instead of going home I asked myself,
"How many guitar pickers are there in Nashville," as I went to buy her
vintage Gibson guitar. As she invited me in I told myself "the answer to
"How many guitar pickers are in Nashville" was 1,352."

She was forty, gorgeous and friendly. When I got there she invited me in
and we got to talking. She offered me a Schlitz and told me, "I'm alone for
the week. My husband is away on a business trip."

I got the feeling she was coming on to me. She crossed her legs, exposing
her thigh.  She had on a cute summer dress.

Like always I was horny so I took a chance and started touching her thigh.
She apparently liked it because she didn't push my hand away or pull her
leg back.

Going for broke I went to my knees on the floor in front of her and started
kissing her leg and inside thigh.

She pushed me away and I cringed because I'd went too far.

She stood and turned with her back to me and asked me, "Unzip my dress."

As the zipper reached the top of her ass, she let the straps slip off her
shoulders and the dress fall to her hips. Turning her head to look at me,
she dropped the dress to the floor, leaving her in bra, a cute pair of baby
blue lacey kind of Victoria Secret panties and CFM heels.

As I watched, she unhooked her bra and let it fall off her shoulder, down
her arms to the floor.

Then while I gawked at her bare back and imagined what her bare breasts
looked like, she reached down and slipped her thumbs in the waist band of
her panties. A second or so later she was lowering them off her hips,
exposing her shapely ass.

Turning back towards me, she sat back down. Spreading her legs she exposed
her beautiful all natural pussy. I immediately went back down to my knees
and took a swipe with my tongue.  I felt her meaty lips spread. They were
medium sized pink with a darker outline.  Very sexy and she smelled great.

Then I spread them wider with my thumbs and started sucking and licking
those delicate pink lips. Twirling them in my mouth, I spread her legs
further apart.

She started to moan, "Uuuuuuuuuum," as I went for her clit. I flicked my
tongue across it and then gently sucked on it. It tasted like a USDA prime
ribeye steak.

In awe, I continue to lick her from the top of the clit down to her lips.
As they spread with excitement I slid my tongue inside her. And then out
and downtown to her asshole, tracing it with my tongue.  By now she was
extremely wet and quivering.

I went back to the clit. Just above it I found her sweet spot and licked
until she shook like a magnitude three point nine earthquake.

And when she stopped shaking, she gushed out a hot stream of water or woman
juice. It was clear and salty. She squirted all over my face and screamed,
"Oh, Ohmigod Yessssss...yesss."

I tasted it and found that liked it. It reminded me of the Atlantic Ocean.
I ground my face all over her pussy and she climaxed. It was over.  She'd
cummed. It was so wet I needed to take my shirt off.

She told, "I haven't done that in eighteen years."

I never fucked her but I wanted to.

For now I just politely said, "That was fucking amazing," and took my
Gibson guitar and left her there wet and soaked. But she has my phone
number so I'm hoping she'll call me back for more and then reciprocate.

I took my guitar home, washed my sheets and took a nap. When I woke up all
I could say was, "Who put the bop in the bop shoo bop, who put the ram in
the rama lama ding dong? I have the answer do you? The answer to, I don't
know but I'd like to shake his hand cause he made my baby fall in love with
me".

Have you ever banged a skinny girl? I have and I loved it. Her name was
Linda. I picked her up the club where she danced and took her home. Skinny
girls are the best. I did her standing and with her laying on the bed with
her legs hanging over. Pulling her ass right to the very edge of the bed, I
spread Linda's legs wide and gazed upon the most perfect pussy that I'd
ever seen. The wetness of her arousal glistened upon her clean shaven lips.
Her opening expanding and contracting just a little as her panting breath
lifted and dropped her tight stomach and abdomen. A low, beast-like growl
emanated from deep down in her throat and I felt her shudder a little in
expectation.

When I entered her I could see my dick under her skin going it seemed like
all the way up to her navel. It was so freaking hot. When I was all the way
in, I could feel her heart beat on the head of my cock as my balls bounced
off her tight little ass. I watched her eyes roll into the back of her head
as I slammed into her tight little pussy. There is nothing better than
splitting that tight little pussy in half with every thrust and hearing
them moan, "Oh mama," over and over as she cummed.  She could feel her
orgasm throughout her entire body.

I will definitely be trying to hook up with her again.

Nothing makes you horny like a good fuck session so the next day I texted
Sandy about a booty call.  But she'd been serious the other night so no
deal.

Saturday night I wondered, "How many teardrops are too many teardrops for
one heart to carry on?  Ninety six Tears," I answered as I went to my part
time job.

I guess no booty call put me in a bit of a snit because I was sharp to some
of the customers. But do you know what really drives me fucking insane?
When I tell these fucking men in the private viewing booths that as long as
they have money in the slot and the monitor running I'll leave them alone.
But no, they don't fucking listen. I don't understand what's so hard to
comprehend about putting a fucking dollar into the god dam bill reader.
Then they think I'm stupid as fuck too. Like I don't have a fucking light
that indicates when there is money in their machine.

It's been a long day at work and I'm so fed up.

Or when I tell them there's no smoking and they lie and tell me they're not
smoking. Like do these mother fuckers think I have no sense of fucking
smell? I know what smoke looks like and I know what it fucking smells like.

I'm starting to think all men think everyone else is as dumb as them.

I have a friend Kevin that I've known since grade school. Over the years
we've done shit. We're average straight guys. After the Sandy incident I
was on a dry spell for a month or so. They felt sorry for me so Kevin and
his girlfriend Mary Lou set me up with Angela, one of her friends. We met
at Kevin's house because he has a hot tub. There was just the four of us.
One thing led to another and Kevin fucked Mary Lou and I fucked Angela, my
blind date.

The next weekend I was invited back over, but this time no set up. This
time Kevin and I both ended fucking Mary Lou. That happened several times
over the next month.

Then as the song went, Mary Lou, she took my (Kevin's) diamond ring, Mary
Lou, she took my (Kevin's) watch and chain Mary Lou, she took the keys to
my (Kevin's) Cadillac car, jumped in my (Kevin's) catty and she drove off
far".

After they broke up, Kevin and I would find other girls to tag team. I was
able to strike a few deals with girls, "if I do a MFM you'll do a FMF for
me," which fulfilled my greatest fantasy.

But one of the MFM sessions the girl Amber wanted to watch us suck each
other off, so we did. It is something I had thought about but if I wanted
Amber's hot body so bad I was willing to do anything.

I was nervous and excited. I wasn't sure how to make it happen, but my
buddy Kevin was very comforting and understanding.  He seem to know exactly
where I was coming from. He started out with his hand on my thigh, which
almost made me jump right out of my skin. By the time my hand made it to
his thigh, Kevin had unzipped and was pushing his pants and undies down. I
followed suit.

This was it. I was staring at and about to touch another man's cock, for
the first time in my life. Damn, I hoped Amber's pussy was worth it. As we
stared at each other, I managed to take hold of it. I must admit that as
surprised as I was, I was shaking from the lust that ran through me and I
was also a little bit scared. Once again, Kevin's calm soon had me relaxing
as he leaned into my lap and took me in his mouth first. It had been
several weeks since my last blow job, so I was soon spurting my load as my
hips bucked. I just kept cumming and cumming until I had to pull Kevin's
head off my cock as it was so sensitive.

It was now or never for me, and I wasted no time in diving face first into
Kevin's lap. I held another man's erect cock for the first time and took
the time to lick him and take in the scent. I slowly stroked his shaft and
opened his slit as I kept licking him. He softly moaned, "Uuuugh," and
squirmed, letting me know he was enjoying my exploration. His cock was
hard, yet the skin was so velvety soft. His cockhead was the spongy
hardness I expected, but much warmer than I'd expected.

I continued to lick him as I took his whole head into my mouth. Kevin was
quite thick and my lips were stretched to take him in. It just added to the
moment. It felt so natural as I slid my lips further down his shaft. My
mouth was full and his cock felt so good as it went deeper. When my nose
was buried in his short hairs, I knew I had taken him fully. I had no
intention of being able to swallow his whole cock, yet I did.

It was then that I realized Kevin had his hands on the back of my head and
was slowly and gently humping my face while verbally encouraging me. There
would be no stopping me. I'd started this and was going to finish it. I was
soon bobbing up and down in synch with his hip movements and soon felt his
grip tightening on my head. His movements became quicker and more
determined. Kevin's moans turned to grunts. Pretty soon he stiffened up and
his dick got harder and bigger in my mouth. I felt him quiver. My first
load of another man's cum was on its way.  I sucked for all I was worth and
kept sucking until suddenly his dick started to pulse and squirt into my
mouth. His cum tasted a bit bitter, but I swallowed it.

Was Amber's pussy worth it? I don't know. She was so repulsed by watching
us that she dressed and left. I said, "You told us to do it."

"I know," she said, "But I didn't real think you'd do it."

Was it everything I expected it to be? It wasn't bad. We both swallowed.
After that when there wasn't a girl around, and we needed to discharge,
we'd help each other out. We both prefer to be with a woman, we're just
taking care of business.

What I don't get is Kevin and I will all be getting down in a MFM and I
might stick my cock in his mouth or he might stick his in mine. The girl
almost always freaks out. I don't get it. I would be so turned on to see a
girl go down on another girl while in a FMF.

The end...