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                                     Friar Dave
                                 Singapore Girl - 3
                     It so happened that we didn't fuck for about three days after 
               that. On the average, we fucked about every eight hours, so this was 
                       quite a long time. And it was just as well, in a way:
                                          "My asshole is sore."
                      "I -- I'm not surprised," I said. "I wish it wasn't -- but I 
                liked the way it got sore." I thought about my next words. "And so 
                                             did you."
                     Her eyes blazed at me. I saw the anger beginning in her face -
                 - and then it collapsed. "I know -- but that's what the gay boys 
                              do, isn't it? Do you wish I was a boy?"
                       I started to laugh -- and then realized she was only half-
                                              joking.
                      "June, I like licking your cunt," I said quietly. "And so do 
                you. Does that mean you wish I was a woman -- since cuntlicking is 
                                         what lesbians do?"
                      Her eyes half closed and she shivered. "I know!" She seemed 
                  amazed. "It makes me itchy when you say that -- but you know I 
                                      don't like lesbians."  
                       I licked my lips and stepped toward her. She put her small 
                              hand against my chest, keeping me away. 
                        I didn't press it. Even if I'd been the kind of moronic 
                   asshole who tries to force himself on someone else, there was 
                   something else to consider: June had been an auxiliary cop in 
                 Singapore, with the attendant martial arts training. We'd sparred 
                 playfully a few times. She was just as fast as I and a helluvalot 
                  more deceptive in her movements. I knew I could absorb enormous 
                   damage, and use my superior strength to prevail, but I had no 
                  desire to do so -- and I didn't know if there were subconscious 
                   resentments in this hard-bodied young woman that could make a 
                  playful blow slip and do serious damage. This was just another 
                 equality that made her attractive to me: June could not be forced 
                        to do anything. Whatever she did, it was by choice. 
                      "But!" She laughed and dropped her hand. She knew my respect 
                  for her prowess -- and, more importantly, simply for her. "But!"
                                      I nodded ruefully. "I know." 
                       Indeed I did. She was working with the Jaycees (yes, they 
                exist and even flourish in the Big Apple) on the Special Olympics, 
                    a sports competition for "special" children. Special meant 
                 retarded, for the most part, and frequently, physically disabled. 
                 In addition to her routine 60-hour-plus-4 a.m.-Telex weeks, June 
                  donated her enormous energies and ingenuity to things like the 
                    Special Olympics. The timing of the sore asshole, in a way, 
                 couldn't have been better. The program was going to greatly limit 
                the time we had together for the next week -- and it was one of the 
                     many reasons I was becoming more and more taken with her. 
                      Which was also one of the things that really bothered Annie.
                                                  Who? 
                                          Yes, ahem, well ... 
                     At the time I met June, I had already known -- in every sense 
               -- Annie for more than two years. I, like she in those pre-AIDS days, 
                had other lovers. Annie knew about June, and June knew about Annie. 
                Annie was a lot more at ease with the idea of June than vice-versa. 
                   When I said June and I fucked about every eight hours on the 
                  average, I meant "average." Annie and I spent two nights a week 
                together, usually. Annie, like June, was a couple of years younger 
                   than me. We'd met when I was working a part-time job selling 
                 coffees and teas, during a publishing drought. What first got my 
                  attention was, oddly enough, her mind. I had a game I sometimes 
                   played with customers. Since the various coffees we sold had 
                  different per-pound prices, blends called for some arithmetic. 
                After all, a couple of ounces of Kenya Double-A at $4 per pound and 
                a quarter pound of French Roast Columbian at $3.65 a pound and two 
                  ounces of Yemen Mocha at $5.10 a pound, etc., gets one into the 
                         realm of challenging numbers. I made a gam of it.
                     My game was to run it up in my head. (Not that tough, dividing 
                 by sixteen and keeping a running total, once you practice it; try 
                it and see.) That scared customers who weren't accustomed to using 
                  those mental muscles. They only trusted calculators and adding 
                 machine tapes. So I had this deal: If they wanted, I would run it 
               up on the adding machine. If I was wrong, they got the coffee free --
                  I would pay for it out of my own pocket. If I was right, they'd 
                              pay a fifty percent premium ... to me. 
                         Few took me up on it. Those that did, lost -- always. 
                    Annie came in on a crowded Sunday and ordered two ounces of this 
                and three ounces op that and so forth. Ended up with six different 
                beans in the pound. When I turned to tell her the price, she said, 
                  "Wait a minute -- five seventy....three? Yes. Yes. Five seventy-
                              three, if you round up for a half-cent."
                      That's what got my attention. Then her face. I asked her if 
               she was half-Chinese and half-Irish. She had reddish-brown hair and a 
                   fine boned faced. Her cheekbones were high and her eyes were 
                 slanted. She explained that she was part Magyar -- the result of 
                 Mongolians overrunning eastern Europe WayWhen. Her face was 
                               fascinating and her mind was terrific.
                     Her body was outrageous. Imagine a woman who's just over five-
                foot-one and weighs about ninety pounds. Sounds scrawny, right? No 
                  way. She was very small-boned. Annie had absolutely beautiful, 
                perfectly formed, firm and sumptuous breasts. Her waist was slender 
                 and her hips were narrow. She had a delectable little ass and the 
                                          tastiest cunt...
                      She was also completely uninhibited. Annie would do anything 
                 that felt good and anything she didn't like, she wouldn't do. She 
                 could suck cock expertly, loved to be licked, enjoyed cock in her 
                cunt from any angle and enjoyed ass fucking. She was multiorgasmic 
                 in the extreme and very vocal about it. She liked men, she liked 
                     women, she liked threesomes, she had even enjoyed orgies.
                       When I was fifteen and jerking off, I would construct the 
               perfect sexual partner in my imagination. That image was Annie. I had 
                  to wait till I was in my late twenties to meet her and discover 
                  that reality could exceed imagination. Not only was she lovely, 
                      incredibly sexy and sweet, she was smart and perceptive.
                       Of course, if this was fiction, Annie and June would have 
                drooled over each other at first sight and we all would have fucked 
                   off together into the sunset. The fact was, though, that June 
               hated the idea of doing anything with another woman and Annie didn't 
                find June attractive (Annie liked -- and likes -- women with larger 
                  breasts and voluptuous hips and has a special weakness for long 
                  nipples.) In a way, that was no problem for me, since -- oddly 
                 enough -- being in bed with more than one woman at once has never 
                                  been one of my major fantasies.
                          In another way, it was a good thing. Considering how 
                passionate and sexual both women were, a man caught between them in 
                bed would have gone up in a puff of smoke. No cremation necessary; 
                  by dawn, there'd have been nothing left of the poor bastard but 
                                               ashes.

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                      I should have been in pig heaven. Here were two women whom I 
                 found tremendously attractive and felt the same way about me. For 
                  one reason or another, neither was willing to assert a claim of 
                 exclusivity on me. One was willing to get weird at the drop of a 
                 dildo, while the other simply Liked Doing Things. And one of them 
                was going to be busy -- and had a sore ass! -- for a few days while 
                    the other was more than eager to make up a little lost time.
                       But things were not perfect. For one thing, their periods 
                   coincided. No big deal, I thought, since it didn't bother me, 
                either for fucking or sucking. But June was uncomfortable and Annie 
                             got cranky. And that was the least of it.
                        See, while June was about to be tied up with her Jaycees 
                  project, Annie was about to spend two weeks visiting friends in 
                           France. She was doubly annoyed at the timing.
                     I, on the other hand, had gotten used to fucking two or three 
                times each day, sometimes with more than one woman -- and now I was 
                  looking forward (if that's the right term) to about ten days of 
                                           Doing Without.
                     True, the day before she headed for JFK and her transAtlantic 
                flight, Annie and I lolled about in bed for about eighteen hours of 
                 sexual bliss. True, June stopped by the very next day, flipped up 
                  her skirt to reveal her pantyless cunt, grabbed her ankles and 
                 winked at me upside down between her knees. But that was going to 
                                               be it.
                        Ahh well, I figured. I needed to spend more time at the 
                 Selectric. And in a pinch, there were always the Palm Sisters and 
                       Fond Memories. Hell, what was ten days? I told myself.
                              It could be a very long time, I told myself.
                       To my amazement, on the Thursday night that Annie left for 
                 France and June left for Albany, I got a phone call from Philly: 
                                 Barbie Shelton was coming to town.
                      I had known Barb for about four years, at that point. She'd 
                lived with Bertha, also an NYU student, in the same building as me 
                   during the Great Blackout of '77 and had come down to keep me 
                  company. Bertha knew I had just had a very bad breakup and was 
                going -- quite literally -- crazy. Barbie saved my life. No shit -- 
                 I was seriously contemplating suicide when she decided to take me 
                                          under her wing.
                     I had seen her around the building from time to time. She had 
                 a sweet face and a placid demeanor and seemed like a nice, plump 
                 girl. I had no idea what kind of figureshe had, since she always 
                  wore big, loose mu-mu dresses. At about 2:30 a.m. on the second 
                 night of the blackout, after we had killed about two-thirds of a 
                  bottle of cheap red wine that she'd brought, she announced she 
                  really would prefer to stay with me rather than risk waking her 
                  roommate (whom I'd always found more attractive) by coming home 
                late. Between the emotional shock of the breakup a few weeks before 
                  and my weariness (an hour of sleep at a time was rare) and the 
                  wine, I thought it sounded reasonable -- and no more than that. 
                     But in the darkness of my bedroom, I felt something against my 
                face, then something else. I stood and lit a candle and discovered 
                   Barbie had absolutely enormous breasts. "Where did THOSE come 
                 from?" I'd demanded. She'd laughed -- gently, as with everything 
                 else -- and beckoned me back to bed. I was rather unprepared for 
                  the body so carefully hidden under the loose, oversize dresses. 
               Imagine a woman who's five foot tall, has 32-inch hips, a twenty-five 
                    inch waist and a bra labeled 32-D ... and who overflows the 
                                         brasierre's cups.
                         But what was wonderful about her was her sweetness and 
                compassion. She loved my delight in licking her cunt  and found it 
                simply amazing that I wasn't fixated on her tits. (I'd gotten over 
                my big-tit cravings when I was 17. See, I had this cousin, the same 
                age -- But that, as Conan's biographer would say, is another tale.)
                     So Barbie was coming to stay with me for a few days while she 
                  visited friends in the city. I filled her in (in more ways than 
                   one. Heh.) on what I'd been up to and we made love a lot. She 
                 reveled in waking me one morning with her mouth locked on the tip 
                  of my cock and sucked me off, drinking me moaning dry and then 
                  sprawling on me and kissing my lips with my own cum on hers. We 
                slept again, till nearly one in the afternoon, and then made love, 
                with her on her face and a pillow under her hips, and then drowsed 
                  till dark. I can still feel the wonderful weight of her breasts 
                pressed against me and the firmness of her ass under my fingers and 
                 the wet heat of her cunt against my hip and the slightly salty -- 
                from perspiration -- taste of her ear when I kissed her awake that 
                night. I went out and bought the fixings and prepared an odd dinner 
                 of broiled filet of sole, mashed potatoes and steamed asparagus. 
                 Then we went back to bed and made love again. Barb, wherever you 
                 are, you are precious. If you are not happy, call me and talk to 
                    me. You saved my life and my heart and I want to do for you.
                        A week passed and June came back earlier than planned -- 
                      because, she said, she'd missed me and was itchy for me.
                      Barbie had left for home two days before and I was randy as 
                                               hell. 
                        I got over to June's apartment at six. I had just sold a 
                piece and was feeling jubilant. As soon as the door was closed, she 
                got a liplock on me and the only thing that kept my cock out of her 
                  was the aroma of broiling steak. She fended me off and we had a 
                 delicious meal. I didn't do it justice; I kept thinking of desert.
                      When we got upstairs, June wanted to tell me of the Special 
                Olympics regionals and I was more than willing to listen. But after 
                forty minutes, as we were closing doors and shutting windows (heat, 
                remember?), she suddenly turned to me and said, "Oooooh -- I am so 
                               itchy thinking of a big rubber dick."
                     "I was surprised you could take that big dildo in your little 
                                        cunt," I admitted. 
                         "I told you my boyfriend-boss was very big," she said.
                                   "I thought you meant simply tall."
                       "I don't want to think about him," she said. "I want to be 
                         with you. We can always use that big rubber cock."
                        I smiled sadly. "I didn't think to bring it with me," I 
                 confessed. I was standing behind her and slid my hands under her 
                blue sweater to hold her nipples. She pushed her ass against me and 
                shifted impatiently from one foot to the other, her breath hissing. 
                                    "But -- we can improvise." 
                      She reached back and rubbed my cock through my pants. "This 
                  cock is so nice and hard -- " I bent and licked the back of her 
                neck. She shivered and said, "And this tongue is so nice and wet --"
                          "I want to fuck you -- now!" I breathed into her ear.
                       That's when I began to discover just how kinky this lovely 
                                little Singaporean girl really was.
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