I’ve always been a big fan of Bill Clinton, but two things burn my ass about Zippergate.
One, I have read that Slick Willie doesn’t consider oral sex to be sex, which is bullshit! My baby and I decided a few years ago, for several reasons, not to have intercourse anymore until we’re married, but we’ve continued to have oral sex and have actually become more in tune with each other, at least sexually. When we were having intercourse with each other I didn’t have a clue how to make my baby come, but once I started to pay a lot more attention to her sexy cunt with my fingers and mouth, she was experiencing orgasms on a regular basis. Maybe Monica and those other ladies couldn’t make Bill come, but oral sex is indeed sex, Mr. President.
Even more infuriating to me was the fact that poor Monica has been labeled, in a negative way, as a soap fan. She isn’t trustworthy, because she can you believe it? watched Days of Our Lives. I grew up watching that show, and have since grown to love the soap genre as a whole. In fact, I went home this weekend from school just to watch the Soap Opera Digest Awards with my family. Besides the great sex scenes, which almost rival Forum in their ability to turn me on to some great fantasies, soaps are full of action, adventure, romance, intrigue and almost everything else a person could imagine.
I resent the fact that soaps and 69 have been reduced to such a level as a result of the scandals of the Clinton administration. As a busy college student who lives away from his baby, I have limited time for both activities, and it burns my asshole raw that they are taken for granted by Slick Willie and the press. Today, for instance, I have to settle for beating off to the latest issue of Soap Opera Weekly in my favorite campus bathroom stall.
As I start to stroke on old Peter, I open up my magazine to the centerfold and find a pin up of Guiding Light star Laura Wright (whom I used to enjoy regularly as Ally Bowman on ABC’s Loving and The City before the latter’s unfortunate demise). Holy shit, if I didn’t know better, I’d think she was a fucking mermaid! She’s wearing a long, slinky teal dress that goes all the way down past her feet. Her beautiful blonde hair has been teased and touches the shoulder straps of her sleeveless gown. It seems like this fucking babe is staring at me and teasing me with her good looks. I throw my magazine down on the floor, open to her picture of course, and start beating off like there’s just no tomorrow. My mind starts to drift.
My eyes are closed and my cock is really hard when I hear a voice outside my stall saying, “Oh shit, I broke a nail!”
I stand up and quietly walk over to look through the crack between the stall and the wall, and right there, in the flesh, is Laura Wright, standing by the sink in that beautiful fuck me gown.
I start to head quietly back to my potty to toss off Peter some more, when I hear the blonde beauty say, “It’s okay, you can come . . . out.”
What the hell. How often do you get to meet a real soap star?
“Uh, hi Ms., uh, Wright . . .” I manage to get out before she grabs me by my hard prick and pulls me to her.
“Oh, call me Laura,” she says, before kneeling down and taking Peter into her mouth. Nice name, I think to myself as she stops and says, “You know, this is just the perfect size for me. Not too big, not too small.” Without any further conversation she takes my cock into her throat until all that’s showing are my big, hairy balls, which she’s fondling with both hands.
Within seconds I feel like I’m gonna come, and before I can say, “Uh, Laura, I’m gonna . . .” I shoot my load down her throat. Except for a few drops, which peek out of the corners of her hot little mouth, she swallows it all.
“Yum! That was grrreat!” She wipes the corners of her mouth with my shirt and stands up. She kisses me full on the lips and I can taste the familiar taste of my love milk on the tip of her tongue.
“I’d love to stay, but I have to go tape tomorrow’s episode,” she says, and with a little wink and a shake of her little tush, starts to leave. “Oh, here’s a little something to look forward to,” she says, and pulls up her gown. She has on a pair of white satin undies, which she proceeds to pull off. She sticks her finger inside her wet cunt, smells it, and sticks it in her mouth. “You soaked my panties, big boy!” she announces as she tosses me her panties and walks out of the bathroom and out of my life.
Dumfounded, I just stand there with her white panties hanging on my still hard cock, not knowing what to think. I lock myself in my stall again to resume my beat off session, but it seems that now my Soap Opera Weekly is turned to a new page.
This time there are three pictures: Ingo Rademacher (hunky Jax on General Hospital) who I intend to introduce into a fantasy threesome some day so we can fill both my baby’s fuckholes Susan Lucci (Erica on All My Children) who I’d give to my little brother to fulfill his fantasy of fucking an older woman and, newcomer Julie Pinson (who plays the sexy Eve on Port Charles.) Sorry Susan and Ingo, but I’m gonna play Adam to Julie’s Eve, and six to her nine.
I close my eyes again and start to whack off, kind of hoping that it’ll have a similar effect, when once again I hear, “Oh shit, I broke a nail!” from outside my stall. This time, bolder than before, I step out of my clothes and swing the stall door open.
“Hi Miss Pinson! Can I be of any service to you?” I see that she’s sitting on the floor trying to suck her left big toe. I can’t help noticing that underneath her black getup she’s wearing no undies. Too bad. I would have loved to have a pair for my new collection!
She stares at my throbbing cock and laughs. “Well, actually, I just stubbed my big toe and broke the toenail. I’m trying to suck on it to take away the pain. Could you lend me a . . . mouth?” I’m not really into foot fetishes, but I have to admit that’s one beautiful toe. What the hell!
As I start to suck on her toe, she jams two fingers into her wet cunt, and I can hear them sloshing around as she rubs her clit with her thumb. “Oooooh, big boy! Suck that toe! You’re gonna made this bitch come!” I suck harder, half expecting her to shoot vaginal juices from her toe, but instead she throws her black boa behind my neck and pulls me toward her hot snatch. “I’m sorry, but could you lend me a hand and that tongue of yours?” Of course I’m happy to oblige, and she adds, “Oh, and call me Eve. You know, as in those Adam and Eve sex toys you can order from those ads in Forum? Or maybe you’re familiar with the movie Eve’s Bayou, featuring my co star Debbi Morgan (Ellen in Port Charles) and Samuel L. Jackson?” How about just Adam and Eve? My serpent is already tempting me!
“You can call me Adam,” I mutter as I stick two of my fingers in her wet snatch and start licking that hard clit of hers. I don’t think I need to say anything else to this beauty.
She, on the other hand, chatters away. “Oooooh, Adam, I like that. Would you like to try my cherry? I know a serpent that couldn’t get enough of it,” she says as she grabs my cock and gives me a handjob. My impulse is to impale her with my dick right there on the bathroom floor, but I remember my no intercourse pledge, and laugh as I continue to suck on the sexy cunt of this lovely brunette babe. She doesn’t seem too offended as she screams out, “Ooooooh, Yeeeeeeesssss!!! I’m cooooommmmming!!!” She grabs onto my head and throws her legs up in the air. “Don’t stop! Don’t stop! I’m going to flood this place!” Finally, neither of us can take any more and both of us collapse in a heap.
My jaw is sore and my tongue has been given a workout. I feel as though I could floss my teeth with all the pussy hairs in my mouth. That cunt facial she gave me has dried all over my face and is dripping down my body and into my crotch, which reminds me how much I’d love her to suck on my family jewels.
I open my eyes to see that the lovely brown haired Eve is now on her hands and knees with her ass pointing toward me. I can see her dripping cunt peeking out at me between her legs. Again I’m tempted to release my load inside that cunt of hers, but I’d never forgive myself. I close my eyes for a second . . .
When I open them up again, she’s gone. I’m sitting on the pot again with the Soap Opera Weekly on my lap and my dick in my hand. It looks like I haven’t even come yet. Was it all a dream? I mean, I have been very tired lately. Could I have fallen asleep on the toilet?
I open up the magazine and start flipping through all the pictures of the “Fifty Most Beautiful People on Soaps,” and I realize that another one of my favorites, Vanessa Marcil (Brenda on General Hospital] didn’t make the list, but Kristian Alfonso (Hope, Days of Our Lives) did. What a crock! Hope hasn’t been a hottie with a body since her early years on the show, when she had a little meat on her. A foursome fantasy with GH’s Brenda, Jax, and Sonny would have been enough for me to shoot my load. Oh well, Brenda hasn’t been as hot since Sonny left her at the altar. I’m sure I’ll get over it.
All of a sudden, there’s a knock on my stall door. Could it be Vanessa Marcil? Did I make her appear without even looking at her picture?
“Larry, I know you’re in there. Let me in.” It’s not Vanessa it’s my baby! I open up the door and am shocked to see my beautiful baby standing there buck naked! She comes in quickly, slams the door shut, and locks it. She pushes me down onto the toilet and pulls my clothes off me. “You won’t be needing these, big boy,” she says before lowering her sexy cunt onto my rigid member.
Oh, it’s been years! We hump and pump, bump and grind, and just plain fuck till we come together on the potty. I suck on her lovely melons and grab onto her perfect ass to pull myself deeper inside her. She comes again and again! She can’t get enough, and neither can I, as I shoot another load into her. As I suck on her hard nipples, I close my eyes
Eve is still there on the bathroom floor with her sweet ass pointing in my general direction. Again I think just how much I’d love to slip my cock into that sweet ass.
“Hey, don’t worry, you don’t have to fuck me, if you don’t want to,” she says.
“Oh, it’s not that I don’t want to,” I explain. “It’s just that I have a pact with my baby, and she’s very important to me. I do hope that doesn’t piss you off.”
“Are you kidding? Your baby is lucky to have a guy like you. I’ve been with some slimeballs who’d fuck me and then throw me away like a used condom. You seem like a really nice guy.”
“Well, I’m not that nice. I mean, I did cross the line twice already today. How am I supposed to face my baby after that?”
“Hey, big boy, it’s just a fantasy. Don’t sweat it!”
“Well, in that case, if you don’t mind. . .” I start to say as I penetrate her little rosebud of an asshole from behind. “I’ve always wanted to try anal sex, but my baby don’t go for that.”
“Hey, that girl doesn’t know what she’s missing,” she says. “It feels grrreat!” That’s enough to make me shoot my creamy load deep into her anal chute. As I’m draining myself in her shithole, I reach around with one hand and finger her love button. We collapse again.
As we roll over, the door opens, and I notice two things. First, standing in the doorway is a very strung out, scantily clad Vanessa Marcil. Second, the sign on the bathroom door says Ladies. Oops! No wonder I got so lucky today!
The lovely Vanessa steps into the bathroom and begins to undress in front of us. She asks me, “Hey, big boy, how would you like to stick that big stiff cock into my twat from behind while I moan like a bitch in heat?”
“Well, Brenda I hope you don’t mind if I call you Brenda a year ago I would’ve, but since you hooked up with that other guy in real life, I’d rather stick with the new hot babe on Port Charles. Besides, these days there’s probably a better chance that Eve here can hook me up with Lucy ‘Legs’ Coe (formerly on General Hospital, now on Port Charles it’s hard to keep track of ‘em). Congratulations on your engagement! I hope there’s no hard feelings except the one between my legs, of course.”
With that, I gather my clothes and go back into my stall for more soap opera adventures. This time my Soap Opera Weekly is open to a picture of Timothy Adams and Sherri Sam (Casey and Vanessa on Sunset Beach. Hmmm… a little interracial intrigue? A threesome with Timothy and me as the bread in a Sherri sandwich? A foursome with my baby added to the delicious mix? The possibilities are endless. I miss my baby a lot, I realize as I shoot my load into the pot…
L.R., Yellow Springs, Ohio