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Moonlight mania
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Moonlight Mania
In 1985 I was a computer programmer for a company in Hawaii. We made
printwheels for computer printers, typewriters and the like. My job was to
program the machinery to beat the living shit out of the product to
determine it's life expectancy.
I had very few real friends as my life consisted mainly of working,
sleeping and watching TV. I had even fewer friends who were girls, thus,
any female I knew was to be cherished and cultivated properly. One in
particular was a girl named Pua. She was some years my senior and passed
out flyers for a living on a Waikiki street corner during the day. I used
to pass her every day on my way home from work. She was talkative and an
extremely interesting conversationalist. One day, while I was talking to
her on her street corner, this guy walked up to me and asked me if I wanted
to go to a party. I figured it was some scam to screw tourists out of
their money and told this guy I was a local and wasn't interested. He then
asked me if I wanted a job! Sheeeet. I was computer programmer - what the
hell could he offer me that would be worth quitting my job for? I was soon
to find out.
He told me that he made an average of about $500.00 a week and got "more
pussy than I know what to do with!". Naturally, I didn't believe him.
But, the money sounded good at least, and I elected to try whatever it was
at night, part-time for a week and see how it worked out.
What the new job entailed was this: Find good looking women and ask them
if they liked to party. Invite them to a nine-hour-long singles party.
The party consisted of a two and a half hour cruise off the beach of
Waikiki with an all you can drink free bar and free entrance to three
different night clubs until 4:00 in the morning. All I had to do was sell
tickets to this little affair at $35.00 a pop, whereupon I take my $10.00
commission right off the top and turn in the voucher and the balance to the
boss. The first night out, without even a pitch book, I managed to rack up
a good $150.00 or better in commissions and had met this incredibly foxy
drunk chick who took me away from my street corner, took me to her hotel
and fucked me like there was no tomorrow.
The next morning, at about 11:00, I called my day job and quit. I was
officially a "Party Cruiser" from that point on for the next 2 1/2 years of
my life. The only job I can say I truly loved.
I worked the streets, hunting down babes from all corners of the planet and
threw my best pitches with a small book of pictures (a pitch book) of
various activities that took place aboard the boat and in the night clubs.
Now, let me make some things clear. This was a legit cruise. The $35.00
ticket price entitled the buyer to complimentary cover charge into all
three night clubs we would visit that night, a free drink in each, their
transportation between all points, and of course, the cruise, with all you
can drink onboard! We guaranteed a 50/50 ratio - that is, half guys, half
girls - GUARANTEED! We didn't sail unless we had an absolutely even ratio.
We just postponed the cruise to the following night, giving us the entire
day to even the ratio out. We sailed on the average maybe once every three
days. During the month of June in 1986, we were sailing EVERY FUCKING
NIGHT! It was killer! Anyway, it's a "by invitation only party", so, only
the people who are invited can go, which means - no ugly people, no bald
people, no fat people, no bozos, geeks or nerds. We didn't invite anybody
over the age of 29, (nobody from the Geritol Generation), Nobody in the
military (they drink all the booze and start fights) and NO MARRIED
FOLKS!!! (No newly weds, nearly deads, honey mooners or wedding bands)
Everybody was single and available. Sound good so far? This is actually
part of the old pitch, so, you can see how easy it was to sell tickets and
make a living - but, I'm not done yet.
Now, The party starts at the hottest hardcore rock and roll night club in
town, The Jazz Cellar. We cover their cover charge in, give them one free
drink to get the party rolling and once everybody has arrived, we hit the
buses and head for the boat - A 125 foot long double deck yacht. Two
decks, two dance floors, and most importantly, two bars. Once the boat
pulls away from the pier, the bars are open - all you can drink for the
next two and a half hours of the ride. Anything you want. Our only
requirement is that you be able to pronounce the drink in such a fashion
that the bartender can understand what you are ordering.
Now, because this is a singles party of consenting adults, there were a few
things rather "unusual" we would do on the boat - the first of which was
the "Sensual Banana Eating Contest" for the ladies. After the bar had been
open for at least an hour, we'd ask 10 lovely "volunteers" from the
audience to demonstrate their technique on a peeled banana without biting,
breaking or mutilating it any way, shape or form (just like the real
thing). Now, why would ten "innocent" women do something like this in
front of a boat load of screaming drunks?
1. They all become INSTANTLY popular. Just like that, every guy on
board knows who they are and are buying them drinks for the rest of the
night.
2. There's a $25.00 bar tab at stake - she who gives the best banana
get's $25.00 in free drinks at Cilly's night club when we get there.
3. (Most important), Every contestant, regardless of whether she wins
or looses, becomes a "hands-on" judge in our world famous "Male Best Buns"
Contest.
We get 10 guys out of the audience and line them up on one of the railings
of the boat and make them hang on with both hands. If they let go anytime
during the contest, they are immediately disqualified. Now, here's the
trick - we take girls from the first contest, put them in the second
contest. Their job is to MAKE these guys let go of the railing! Now, I
don't mean grab them by the back of the shirt and pull them loose, I mean:
Pinching, poking, slapping, squeezing, spanking, biting, fondling; ice
cubes are popular, feathers are optional. Get the picture? Well, if
that's not enough, the first thing we do to these guys is encourage the
girls to pants them. This separates the men from the boys. Those who let
go of the railing and grab their drawers are the "boys" and were
undesirable anyway. Those still left, are the "men" and are now standing
there with their pants down around their ankles and the girls are free to
"go nuts!" Did I mention that not only are cameras allowed onboard, but we
HIGHLY ENCOURAGE them. Makes for interesting vacation pictures, no?
Anyway, we get done with the boat ride at about midnight, head for the
buses and go to Cilly's Night Club. Major Disco scene (Disco is still a
big thing in the night clubs). You are free to leave at that point if you
don't think you can "hang" for the rest of the evening, or, you can stick
with us and we'll be back at the Jazz Cellar at 2:00 in the morning. Cover
your cover-charge into both clubs, one free drink to let you know we still
care, and we'll be partying 'till the clubs close at 4:00 AM.
Sound like a party? (Usually at this point the girls would already have
their money or travelers checks out and were desperately cramming them into
my hands! Was a REAL easy living). The lifestyle itself was a killer
though. Up until 4:00 at least twice a week, some times three, drinking
your brains out, of course, that kind of money also means good drugs, BUT -
the bitches! Ho man, the women I've screwed. If I never get laid again
and I live to be 180 years old, I'll still have had more than my fair
share. From day one, I got laid on EVERY CRUISE!!!! There was maybe 3 or
4 exceptions, but, not many. Always different women, and, on really
special occasions, I'd spend some real time with a girl (the best way to
get a heart ache) and see only her for the usual two weeks she was on
vacation there. I met some real babes, but, I learned a lot about foxy
chicks - they are not always "beautiful people", indeed, they rarely are.
Veronica One
Veronica had red hair, deep, deep red, almost orange, lots of freckles, and
her eyes were either blue or green, I forget. I've forgotten most of the
names now, but, Veronica was THE NASTIEST down and dirty fuck I ever had,
so I'm fairly certain I will remember her name for a long time to come.
Anyway, I had met her on the street after trying to pitch her a ticket.
She was just sixteen and way too young to be on the boat (drinking age was
18 back then). She could pass, but, I didn't have any red headed ID that
the door guys at Cilly's weren't already on to. Anyway, I wrote her off,
knowing that there was no money to made here. BUT, she wasn't interested
in the cruise, she was interested in me, and living the life I was living,
I knew ALL the lines, all the signs it was easy to tell that she was in
dire need of some dick. Some times the best line is "Wanna Fuck?". But,
this chick was only 16 (not that THAT mattered) and I was 22, and this
demanded some "gentle" handling, or, so I thought.
After some chatting I discovered that she was there in Hawaii sharing a
hotel suite with her parents. I'd learned early on in my Party Cruise
career that bringing a chick back to MY pad was a very bad move. It meant
she'd know where I lived, and she'd be knocking on my door the first day I
didn't come by and "stick it to her". It also meant that if she failed to
"get lucky" in the clubs, she'd be at my door at the strangest hours and
usually at the most inopportune moment. It also GUARANTEED that she'd be
at my door the day she left - to say good bye. I hate good byes, I much
more prefer to just........ disappear.
Anyway, this 16 year old had a pair of incredibly luscious tits bouncing
around in a tight fitting blue jumper that were screaming to be sucked. We
walked and talked for less than an hour when I hit her up with "Do you
believe in pre-marital sex" (Excellent line, one of my favorites. Get's
right to the point without being TOO crude). A sly smile crossed her lips
and she looked up at me with lust in her eyes. I quickly thought of a
placae that would serve our purposes, and as I steered her down the street,
I let her steer the conversation. I was not at all surprised to find out
she had a boyfriend "back home" who was giving her the old "100% pure beef
filling" on a regular basis.
We wandered into the parking lot of the Royal Hawaiian Shopping Center,
which is 9 stories high. I took her to the stairwell (since we couldn't
use HER hotel room) on the 9th floor. Now, I don't know about here, but,
in Hawaii, stairwells double as bathrooms when one is in dire need of one,
but can find none. This place was smelly, nasty, disgusting, small and
perfect! It smelled like the entire 7th fleet had pissed in there and the
floor was a cruddy black that stuck to the bottom of my slippers and made
them slippery for an hour later.
Anyway, soon as the door closed behind us, we were all over each other. I
wasn't going to be satisfied with just merely pulling her shirt up and
sucking on those creamy white, freckled tits, I wanted to completely strip
this little girl naked! I wanted her entire body available for my every
perverse pleasure. She was trying desperately to do the same to me, but,
not being that stupid, I stopped her (strategically) when she went to pull
my swim trunks off. They ALWAYS stay around at least one leg should there
be the sudden appearance of a security guard or something. Anyway, I had
her completely naked inside of maybe 3 minutes, if that. Now, I don't know
why this is, but, most of the red heads I've been with are always really
pale in skin tone, white as powder usually. Veronica was NO exception.
Other than the generous sprinkling of freckles about her shoulders and the
more conservative distribution of them about the rest of her body, she was
totally white! Depending on the girl, I find this a total turn on. I was
face first into her tits, sucking, slurping, smacking my lips like a pig in
a trough - and she was loving it. I ran my hands ALL OVER that tight
little 16 year old, I groped everything. White girls lack that "leathery"
quality to their skin that really tan girls have, and the sensation of
creamy white flesh pressed firmly against me is something I most certainly
enjoy.
A couple of minutes later, she was squatting down on the floor with my dick
in her face. I don't know exactly what it was that caused me to decide
this, but, I was determined to use this girl in every nasty way
conceivable. I rubbed my cock all over her face, the whole time she was
looking up at me with those eyes, smiling sometimes, as I pressed the
sensitive underside of my "pocket pal" to the deliciously soft skin of her
cheeks, lips, chin, nose, eye-lids ,everything. Once I was satisfied that
I had "gotten everything", I pointed my cock right into her mouth and sank
it home. Now, it's been my experience that the "younger" girls are a
little "shy" at this point, and will usually nibble on the head for a
while, or just lick it for a bit, or worse, they'll try to kiss all over
down there, except the part I really want kissed - this was not the case.
Veronica wanted it, she needed it, she got it. I sank the whole damn thing
right to my balls in her mouth, and she was immediately applying suction
from the moment of entrance. I let it stay there for a few seconds before
I started to face fuck her. So, there we were, she was squatting down on
this nasty floor, with her back against the wall, and I was standing over
her, force-feeding her some tasty Hawaiian Home Grown Sweet Meat, and not a
complaint did she make. She was grunting (as was I) and making those
noises that a chick makes when she's bobbing on my knob, and looking up at
me every now and then, with my dick buried deep in her face. Now, I wasn't
a total monster, I wasn't like, slamming her head against the wall or
choking her purposely, but, I was doing some heavy pumping action about
this time. I really get off on seeing a chick look up at me while she's
got my cock in her mouth, and, well, you know, "reserve" was the farthest
thing from my mind. Anyway, I really didn't want just a blow job, I wanted
to GET DOWN, so, I pulled her up from the floor, leaned her back against
the wall, her head hung out the window and I slid my dick into her cunt -
no lube. The lubrication problem was null, Veronica was totally juiced, as
slick as snot on a glass door knob when I finally shoved my meat into her.
Now, here was the problem, the window looked down on the roof parking level
of the Sheraton Waikiki parking lot (7th floor), but, the bottom edge of
the window was about even with her chest, so, with her back against the
wall, her head was hanging out and all this red hair was waving around like
a god damned flag - although I didn't think about it at the time. The
position was uncomfortable for both of us, so, I turned her around, bent
her over and did her standing doggy style. Now, I'll confess right here,
I'm an ass man! I just LOVE the sight of a creamy white, juicy little
freckled ass bouncing on my dick, and I was loving every minute of this and
most of the time I had my eyes glued to her butt. Well, at one point
during this pounding, I looked up to see several people gathered on a
"lanai" (balcony) of a hotel across the street, and they were deeply
interested in what we were doing. Now, I've been known to engage in a
little exhibitionism by fucking some tourist on a park bench in Fort
Derussy at night, but, that's in total darkness, and it was even odds that
somebody may or may not happen upon me getting my dick drained. This was
totally different, it was broad daylight, these people KNEW we were there
and were actively trying to get a better view. I kinda slowed down,
contemplating what to do next, should I do the noble thing, stop, get
dressed, take her some place else and continue? Nah, fuck it, I redoubled
my efforts and began severely pound-pumping this chicks snatch with some
real brutal drill-fucking. At several points I had to pause to pull her
back in because she was hanging out the window from her waist. Anyway, I
was really giving it to this freckled-butt little girl, and she was
bouncing around like silly putty on a bumpy bus ride. Her long red hair
was waving all over the place, whipping this way and that, and that's when
I figured out how these folks had caught on to us. The window we were
hanging out of was a nothing more than a smallish concrete opening in the
stairwell, and was virtually identical to every other opening along the
wall, except for the fact that all this red hair was just FLYING all over
the place like a great big "LOOK AT ME" banner. I didn't care, I just
wanted to blow a wad.
Now, This was a good, long pound fucking, and we were both sweating up a
storm, not to mention the fact that I was nearly out of breath. Fucking in
the mid-day Waikiki sun while on your feet can be quite the physical work
out. During all this, Veronica was juicing up badly, I mean, she had gone
from nicely lubricated to totally awash in about 30 minutes of screwing.
It was like fucking jello. There's a sensation but, it more tickles than
grips, so, being an ass man, and having such a nice one real handy, I went
for it, and this was the only REAL complaint that I got from her.
I pulled my dick out of her cunt, stood up, pulled her up to me and started
rubbing my wet my dick up and down the crack of her ass, our sweaty bodies
slid together while I groped those luscious breasts some more. She was out
of breath as was I, and she had cum at least twice during this freak-
fucking I was giving her, and I felt it was MY turn! So, after a few
minutes of standing there with her dripping back pressed against my soaked
chest, her moistened ass against my slickened cock, I gave her one kiss on
the cheek and bent her back over, but this time, a good ways from the
window, so she was standing in the middle of the room holding her knees,
and I eased my cock up her ass. It was rough going at first, cause this
was obviously a virgin butt I was plowing into and she was "ouch"ing and
"ow"ing for the first minutes while I worked my throbbing member into the
tight confines of her asshole. Here is where I was totally animal like. I
didn't bother to try to "loosen" her up first with a finger or even spit
into my palm and rub it on her anus, but just stuck the purple head of my
dick there and shoved. It went in with a "plop" noise and "OUCH!" came
from the other end. She started to lean away from me but, I simply took
firm hold of those doubled over hips and pulled her hard against me,
painfully burying my dick in her ass. It took a good 3 minutes of work to
get a good rhythm going because she was totally complaining about "I've
never done this before" and "This REALLY hurts!" I was deaf, I wasn't
listening to a fucking word. My only conscious thought was to bury my need
in her butt as deeply as I could and fuck that tight ass until I shot a
wad. Now, she had nothing to lean on as she was pretty much free standing
in the middle of the room, and I didn't want to knock her to the floor with
a massive butt rampaging, so, I went easy at first. I started a nice in
and out motion that was MOST satisfying. I carefully pulled every inch of
my cock out of her ass right up to the ring round the underside of my
dickhead, and just as carefully watched as each precious inch of my tool
sank back into that tight little hole. Now, it's been my experience that
butt fucking a chick real fast and not going very deep, is a lot less
painful for her, where as, if I take looooooong, slow strokes, going as
deep as I can go, she's usually bearing down very hard, enduring pain akin
to child birth. Again, I didn't care! I was just animalistically enjoying
the visual pleasure of watching my dick sink into this little girls ass,
knowing full well that she was not enjoying a single minute of it. I was
such a fucking pig but, I was a happy fucking pig.
So, she was in pain, bent over like a little school girl in the prinicple's
office awaiting the administration of the board of education but, rather
than a cold, wooden paddle, my steaming, throbbing cock was administering
the punishment - plunging in and out of her butt with only one purpose, to
blow wads of sticky goo into her body.
The pace picked up and soon I was blast-fucking her ass the way I was
fucking her pussy a while before when she was hanging out the window.
Totally vicious misuse of equipment! I was hot, sweaty, almost dead from
energy loss and just wanted to finish, so, I just pumped this little girls'
ass as hard and fast as I could. I leaned sideways every now and then and
could see her tits swinging fore and aft as I drilled her. Occasionally I
saw her turn her head in one direction or another, trying to shake off the
grief I was injecting to her hind end. Being that sticky wet, the sound of
our bodies slapping together must have been horrendous, although, I can't
really recall any noise other than the grunting sounds we were making. I
remember watching that beautiful white ass jiggling, bouncing and jerking
about with each stroke I rammed home.
A few minutes into this, I began closing my eyes, rolling my head back and
simply enjoying the ride, only occassionally glancing down to see this
nubile little sixteen year old, bent over, hand on knees, accepting the
drilling I was giving her. I don't think it was as much sight as sound
that caught my attention, as her moans and grunts had taken on a different
tone, one of enjoyment, contentment, rather than the earlier ones of pain
and endurance. I looked down to see her purposely rocking her ass back and
forth on my dick, wiggling it from side to side, sincerely getting off on
the experience. This new turn of events only hightened my pleasure and I
strove to plant my dick as deeply as possible into her rectum with each
plunge. The humidity in this little room was climbing fast, coupled with
tropical sunshine pouring in through the window, things were fast becoming
urgent.
In the last minutes, another severely sick desire manifested and I told her
that when I pulled out, I wanted her to turn around and get on her knees
very quickly. I said this like three or four times, and she answered each
time saying she would do as I asked, but, for some reason, it gave me great
pleasure to hear this little 16 year old actually say that she would get on
her knees before me on this filthy floor and prepare to accept the spurting
jets of my sticky cum on her face as it shot out of my dick which I had
just pulled from her ass. Well, with this last piece of perversity working
on my desire, my balls screamed at me and I was ready blow. I ripped my
dick out of her ass and just as she promised (almost to my surprise) she
was on her knees, facing me with her eyes and mouth wide open. Oh my god
what a sight, this beautiful little girl with long, matted and sticky red
hair, on her knees; her large freckled breasts in plain view and her head
tilted back, jerking back several times as she expected me to shoot several
times before I actually did. But, man, when I did, it was fucking awesome.
It blasted out of me like a fucking nuclear explosion. First came this
really wimpy little stream that landed partially in her hair on one side of
head and partially on her cheek. I guess she thought that's all there was
cause she leaned in with her mouth and eyes wide open just as the second
load shot straight from my balls and blinded her. It was one great big
gooey mass, biggest wad I've ever seen in one "firing", it slammed into the
side of her nose and ended in her right eye. She took it like a trooper
though, she didn't back off, didn't reach up and try to wipe it off, just
sat perfectly still while I squirted the rest on her chin and lips. I
about collapsed, but, before I could hit the ground, (this is NO shit), she
had my dick in her mouth and she was actively sucking what remained in me
into her. Fucking A! I thought the place smelled bad when we first came
in but, after all that butt fucking (which lasted a good 20 minutes if not
longer), the place REALLY wreaked, and, if the AIR smelled that way, I knew
my dick had to be 100 times worse, and it had to taste just as bad. This
chick was a total fucking slut! AND SHE WAS ONLY 16 YEARS OLD!
Man, that was the most totally sleazy fuck I've ever had, and it was
fucking good! I actually fucked her in the ass again about 20 minutes
later in the very same place, but that memory is a very minor one, as it
lasted only a few minutes and could never top the fuck prior. I also
fucked her a couple more times after that, AND SHE PAID ME TO DO IT! But
alas, that is another story.
-Tonto
-Moonlight Mania Party Cruises
-Waikiki Staff
-1985 to 1987
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