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September 19th, 2014
Mardi Gras - Quick BJ, Near-Threesome & A Dirty Sanchez
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Diamondog

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The Rex Parade in New Orleans on Mardi Gras Day would've made our UK brothers proud - the theme was This Sceptered Isle (British Literature, as opposed to rental floats showing well-known sights like Big Ben).  Anyway, got plenty of makeouts, but these are the three stories that count the most.

1.  At Lafitte's Blacksmith Shop in the afternoon.  Girl comes in from the courtyard.  Pretty chunky.  It's immediately on, from having made out with two different girls waiting for the bathroom line.  Quickly into makeout, when her friend appears.  I make small talk with the friend.  Turns out they both need a bathroom.  I tell them that there's  a clean one a block and a half away where I live.  They will actually be able to sit on a toilet seat, and not have  a flickering light bulb dangling from a string.  I lead them both upstairs.  The friend goes into the bathroom.  My girl is staring out the window at the skyline.  I don't know if the friend is doing a number one or two.    So I work quickly by whipping it out.  She starts sucking it.  I tell her how awesome it would be if her friend came and joined in.  She says no, she just met the girl a month ago.  It didn't last too long.  When the friend came out, she didn't know.  Then my girl goes into the bathroom and she's in there a while doing a deuce, shitting extensively from all that alcohol.  They both need to meet up with other girls, so I walk them back to the bar.  The friend gets ahead, so I reach under the costume to start fingerblasting.  It's all wet, so I take the finger and put it in my mouth.  She says, "I can't believe you just did that!"  So, I do it again, and this time pull her in for a long kiss.  It was then I realized that the wetness was not pussy juice, but swamp ass!  I guess I won't need to boil water the next time water pressure drops in New Orleans, because I just built up an immunity for E.coli.  Anyway, ran into her again later that night outside Cafe du Monde.  She's waiting for a ride, but I'm offering to eat her like a beignet (fried doughnut they sell there).  She's really fun when she's drunk.  I can't go with her, but she gives me her number.  Met her the next night for a Day 2.  The most boring Day 2 of my life.  She wants to take things slow.  But she had her mouth on my cock?  I hummed taps while tossing the number.

2.  Back to Lafitte's Blacksmith Shop on Mardi Gras Day.  I'm looking for the girl I almost had the threesome with in 2009, and who couldn't leave, but would've probably blown me in the world's nastiest portosan (like the smell of all Jazz Fest Portosans in one portosan).  Didn't see her.  Instead, saw two kinda dikey looking girls, so I said, "Quick triple kiss, assume the position, I'm very impatient with no time to wait!"  Oh yeah, triple kisses and long separate kisses with each.  I'm running out of beads, so I suggest they come back with me and take their pick.  They tell me to bring beads back.  I'm back in fifteen minutes, and they are right where I left them.  The one who was a bit more into me starts laying down on all these ground rules for a threesome.  Basically, that I can't do her friend.  I tell her I know this, and that in my experience one girl has to be the primary girl.  They tell me they are going to the bathroom to talk about it.  They never come out.  I can see inside that there is only one stall and one door.  Did they sneak out when my back was turned?  The timing would've had to be perfect.  Did they dive into the toilet like in Trainspotting?

3.  Outside Lafitte's Blacksmith Shop is quite the party with people dancing in the street.  Hit it off with a hot cougar from Vancouver.  She was there with a friend, who nearly left to join a threesome with a married couple, but she passed it up.  The guy sent his wife into my group.  He didn't extract my girl, but he did get to watch me making out with his wife and my milf at the same time, and the two women getting lovey dovey.  If you learn nothing else from this post, never ever call a woman a cougar.  I don't know about milf either.  I thought it would be funny if I called her Vancougar.  Oooh.  I couldn't pull after that, and I couldn't get them to let me just get a bj in their hotel bathroom.  Always wanted to see what rooms at the Roosevelt looked like.  They must've been rich to be staying there during Mardi Gras.  The friend told me to say goodbye to her girl.  I should've gone for the long shot of offering my services to both of them.  I didn't think of it.  Instead, I took my girl to the other side of the building, and started finger-blasting both the front and back.  Before I said goodbye, I cradled her face in my hands.  Too bad she wiped her ass well, or it could've been a great Dirty Sanchez.  She said she was married earlier in the evening.  How will she explain to her husband in Vancouver how she got the infected lip?
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Diamondog wrote:
She wants to take things slow.  But she had her mouth on my cock?  
Women. God bless 'em ; )
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Eeeeeewe swamp ass
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dude im never sharing my water with you again
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Haha nice. I was in New Orleans for Mardi Gras too, we went to this party at the Westin Hotel at 8am on Fat Tuesday and there were like 20 people having a great big orgy.

Good times.
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