My company recently relocated me to central Texas from the upper Midwest. What a lucky break for me and my covert sex hobby. Not only is the weather in Texas nicer, but the border is within striking distance on a sperm-of-the-moment.

Before I set-off with dick in-hand into the fertile mongering grounds of any 3rd world country, I always do a little homework and learn as much as I can. My number one goal is self preservation (don't get killed), number two is avoid legal hassles, number three is to not get ripped-off, and number four is to bag the best trophy chica I can for the least amount of money...a quick and efficient score.

Most of my experience prior to mongering in Mexico was when I lived in Panama in the late 90's. (Checkout my Panama guide). Although Panama is Panama and Mexico is not exactly the same...I was able to recognize some similarities and nonverbally portray to the locals that I was not a "green-bean". (I became a brown bean in the World Famous Nepa Hut in Angeles City, PI 1990 when I was a young man in my 20's...my mother told me to find a hobby...go figure!). Let me tell you, nothing worse that to be in the midst of "seedy" characters and to be so nervous that they can smell your fear. A mongerer must be confident in this environment...if not, you will always pay more than $40 for a fuck...and that is the truth!

Anyway, back to Mexico. First thing I did before I set-off on my quest was get on-line and start searching the Internet. At the time I was not familiar with Club Hombre, so I pulled-up the World Sex Guide and started reading the Nuevo Laredo trip reports of those fellow mongerers who have gone before us. Their stories literally paved my way. Oh, the joy of vicariously enjoying a fellow mongerer's score...God bless you all by proving that your throbbing libidos and pulsing dicks will find willing pussy in the remotest regions of the world...bless you all the more for taking great notes and documenting your quests for others to follow. My hat is off to our greatest mongering explorers!

Tips I learned from our fellow mongerer warriors:
1). Carry small denomination bills. Mexican bars will gladly make change, except they will load you up with pesos. Also, cab drivers will always fall a couple of dollars short when trying to break a $20. Be smart, load-up on $5's and $1's...maybe $100 worth for one night across the border.
2). No knives, guns or weapons of any sort...if a screwdriver can impale the skull of a Mexican mugger...then it is a weapon. Nobody elaborated in their trip reports what the penalty is for carrying a weapon, but I can imagine 3rd world cops...they all are corrupt and nobody can tell me differently...trust me, they will take all of your money, they may beat your ass and still lock you in their jail!
3). Cab ride from the Nuevo Laredo walking bridge to Boystown is always $10 each way. No less, no more.
4). The action in Boystown really doesn't start until after 8PM. True, but if you like a challenge like I do, show-up in the morning, knock on the sleeping whores' doors, make arrangements to fuck them all by the end of the afternoon and then laugh at 8PM when the horn dogs show-up for your sloppy seconds. Don't be offended...I believe I have had sloppy seconds of fellow mongerers who woke up early and got the worm before I did.
5). If you are a white gringo like me, it is better to cross of the footbridge and take a cab to Boystown. Although I could buy Mexicani insurance and drive Texas tagged truck across the border...the Mexican cops will profile me like our poor brothers experience all the time in the big cities in the US. This is especially hazardous if you drive a nice vehicle and you like to drink until helicopters auto-rotate on your brain. Again, the cops will bust your ass.

Okay, let's cut to the chase. Upon entering Laredo follow I-35 until the interstate literally reaches a stoplight-controlled intersection. If you continue straight you will enter the automobile Traffic Bridge. If you prefer to park on the US side, turn right at this intersection. Go straight for about 4 or 5 blocks...look for Convent Street (ironic isn't it). Convent Street is a one-way headed in the wrong direction....so, turn left at the next street. For several blocks you will swear you are in Mexico...most everyone you will see is of Mexican descent. Follow this street until it T-intersects and you can go no further. You will see a parking lot in front of you. Take the appropriate action to park your car. You must pay a machine in this parking lot to get a window display coupon so the cops don't give you a ticket. Be warned, this parking coupon machine takes exact change. $5 gets you about 2 or 3 hours...$8 gets you 24 hours...what fucker though that one up?

Okay, now you are parked...good time to get the money belt on...big bills in the money belt, a credit card, phone card, alternate ID. Smaller bills and Texas driver's license in the wallet. Sam's Club card, Frequent Flyer Card, JcPenney card, all get hidden under my car's floor carpeting or stuffed through the zipper that keeps my Corinthian leather bound to my seats. No need to carry what you do not need, and if you get ripped-off it is easy to replace a driver's license than it is my Sam's Club card...well, maybe?

Upon locking the doors, I head to the footbridge...you can see it from the parking lot...it is less than 100 yards away. Be sure to have some quarters ready....50 cents to depart the US...entrance into Mexico is free. But Montezuma seeks his revenge on the way back...25 cents to leave Mexico, go figure...so don't spend all of your money.

God knows I love the Latino community, but what is up with how slow they walk? Maybe they simply do not want to leave the US and they want to make it last? Oh well, be prepared for a slow walk across the Rio Grande...200 yards tops. Upon entering Mexico you pass under ground, then back up the otherside...a tribute to inefficient engineering?...straight line between two points is typically the shortest, right?...apparently not in Mexico.

Anyway, as you come back to the surface, look kitty corner 45 degrees to your left across the street...hopefully there will be a few taxis standing by. If not, go to that spot near the drug store (farmacia) and stand in the shade...a taxi should come along shortly.

When the taxi gets there, get into the front seat. Clearly say, Boystown in English...not Boyso-Towno. If you feel daring, say, "Zona Rojo" (zona-ro-ho). Before he stomps on the gas, confirm with him $10 dollars or "Diez dollares"...you should get a nod or some sort of affirmation. Sit back and hold on. The ride should take about 10-minutes depending upon traffic...most of it is one long stretch of two lane road...45 MPH or so. Then the driver will turn right...look further off to your right and you should see a pink walled sub-division...oh boy, Boystown! One more right hand turn and then a left and you pass through the fabled gates of Sodom.

Typically the drivers want to drop you off near the Boystown cop station and Papagyos(sp). But, if you get the chance, test your driver's eagerness and see if he will drive you through the compound and help you spot a good looking independent standing at her door...okay, to each his own.

Since I was and still am an early bird, I showed-up at Boystown in the afternoon...3 or 4PM I recall. And yes, true..the place was not hopping yet...I walked through Papagyos' parking lot to the front door...my eyes had to adjust, so I just stood there. I heard some music and people talking...then I heard a few female giggles. Sitting near the door were two very ugly skanks and a better looking one that was still beneath my standards...okay, I though to myself...this is not Panama, this is not the PI...I think I'll have a Dos Equis. At the bar I chitchatted with the bar tender and the manager...they told me that I was too early. 8PM and later, they said, and this place will get very busy. While I stood at the bar shoving lime wedges into my beer one of the skanks approached me...no small talk...no shyness...she asked me if I would like to take her to "cuarto por sexo"...$70 dollars? I smiled, then chuckled, and in my best Spanish, which is borderline at best, I thanked her for her offer, but I had just arrived and I wanted to look around before I decided which woman I would ask to be my wife for tonight. She seemed to get a kick-out of my humor. She extended her hand and introduced herself as Rosalita. We chatted for a bit, then the other skank and the better one below my standards came over to say hola. They all hit on me with an offering for sex. I declined with a, quisas de la noches? (Key with Latin folks...saying no, or no way in hell is rather rude...learn to say no without really saying no..."perhaps later" works very well).

Before I knew it my first beer was gone...it was cold and sweet tasting, so I ordered another. The three girls realized they were not going to get into my pockets, or my pants, so they returned to their table. I ran out of things to discuss with the manager and bar tender, so I sucked my second beer down and told the manager that I was going to explore the Boystown compound.

As I opened the door it was still daylight. I noticed a little more traffic coming through the gates as evening approached. I hung a right and walked up to Tamiko's(sp) bar...I poked my head in...I saw a few girls sitting together on a bench seat...but nothing triggered my interest, so I moved on. The entire compound was filled with little dives and holes where one can grab a beer, but then I discovered rows of doors to small rooms. Some were open, some were closed, some had padlocks on them. As I approached an open door I caught a glimpse of a shapely lean brown leg....then thigh, then shorts, then boobs straining beneath a tight T-shirt, then a very ugly face...oh my....I definitely am not in Panama. I greeted the young lady with a nod and smile, then moved to the next door. This next girl pegged a 5.5...I though to myself, if this is the best that Boystown has to offer, I could do her (like a deer hunter would shoot a doe just for the meat), but I'll keep looking.

The next set of doors were closed, then I reached an opening to an inside atrium way. Within the entrance was this very cute young lady making a "pssst" sound to get my attention. As I approached her she stepped back a little further into the atrium, very much aware that other people could be watching. This girl was probably a 7 to 7.5 but she looked young...too young. I asked, "cuanto"...she said $20 fuckie/suckie. This struck me very odd...she was cute...very do-able...she didn't have a door/room...she pointed to one of the back apartments...common sense told me that this girl was not 18. I've seen 14-year-olds that looked 18, but I bet this girl was 15 or 16 years old..she could have been younger, and I'd be really pissed if I learned later she was indeed 18. As before with the other senoras, I thanked her for her offer and told her maybe later...guys, I don't need that kind of trouble. So I pressed on.

I hung a left at the next street. More doors were open...more ugly women with an occasional 5 or borderline 6 here and there...but nothing outstanding.

Across the next street was another open door. Boys, I saw the ugliest woman I have ever seen in my life. This woman was so ugly that she could be the poster slut for all college campus' ugliest fuck contests. She was fat...and I don't mean fat like our obese woman in the states that have asses wider than an average dairy cow, but this gal looked like one of those Pug dogs with ripples of fat. I figured she was about 5' 4" and about 250 pounds, maybe more...wearing tight red shorts and a holter top. Her hair was frizzy, she had jowls dangling from around her round face and she had a no kidding pig’s nose. I would seriously consider fucking a real pig instead of this ugly, ugly woman. Perhaps that is how she was fathered to start with? I smiled and nodded my head and picked-up my pace to the next street.

By this time I figured the borderline 6 two street back was going to be it, but then I came across a door that was half-open. I figured what the hell...tap, tap, tap and I pushed the door wider open. A snap judgement 6.5 was laying on her bed watching a B&W 13-inch TV. The reception was poor, but from this angle, the senora didn't look too bad. So I started chatting. Her name was M…, she was 32- years old, and I learned she had 4 kids. As she rolled over on her bed to face me I distinctly saw her nice jugs heavily shift on her chest with a nearly audible thump. Yes, I am a tit man, but not just any tit man. Not only do I like big tits, but also I like big nipples and large dark areolas. As any tit connoisseur will tell you, the nipples make the tit...without nipples a tit is nothing more than a fatty tumor. And if there is milk in them...oh man!...I love milking a woman (squeezing the milk out of the nipples) while she is riding me cowgirl style. Alright, I have a fetish and I know the risks of breast milk. Okay, now that I saw this my penis meter was starting to climb.

We chatted some more and I asked her how much. She said $20 for 20 minutes. "Hey honey, I hit the big 40 this year...I need a little more time to be "romantico". Do you kiss on the mouth? "No". Do you suckie sin (no) condom? "No". Do you sin ropa (take clothes off)? "Si". Okay, this was not sounding too great, but I was curious to see her tits...hell I would pay $20 just to check them out.

I told M…, $30 por un hora (one hour). She came back with $40 for one hour. I countered with $30 for 45-minutes or $40 if I go up to one hour, but she must make me cum. If I don't cum we are done at one hour and she gets only $30.

For as complex as that negotiation sounded, she repeated it back to me acknowledging that she understood. She got up off her bed...she was about 5' 5” and actually better looking in the face than I had originally thought….she was a 7 maybe a 7.5. She was not fat, nor was she skinny. She was not athletic looking either. She had an average amount of padding for a 32-year-old woman, so I thought.

M…. walked to the door. It was still daylight outside. She closed the door and turned around and asked me to show her the money. Out came a $20 and a $10, which I placed on the top of her dresser. I dimmed the lights a little…not very romantic with a bright bulb over the bed unless you are a porn star. But it was still light enough given the daylight coming through the mostly pulled curtains. She started to undress. I kept an eye on her as I took my clothes off. Okay, so far so good, no major scars or diseased skin. She was wearing panties and a white "old lady" sytle bra with a thick double hinge at the back…as she turned around I knew she was a 36DD or perhaps a 38D. I started to take my socks off and she stopped me…okay, she doesn’t want athlete’s foot on her linoleum floor…I can abide by that. Off came my underwear and I picked-up a towel in case I start to sweat.

I hopped up on her bed, arranged the pillow and laid spread eagle on my back. My dick was already starting to thicken up…I really wanted a BBBJ to get me to attention, but I could tell she was very picky about hygiene (which is good). M…. climbed up on the bed and reached down to checkout my penis. She squeezed it a bit to make sure I was not infected by a bug, then she reached for a condom. I told her, “hold on honey, time for the boobs to come out”. She smiled and turned her back to that I could unlock the multiple fasteners. The last hinge sort of snapped as it let loose with the pressure of heavy tits being freed. Oh, yes! As she turned towards me I could see them. Nice and round and they barely sagged…very good for a woman with 4 kids. I reached-up and cradled her nice jugs in the palm of my hands. They were firm and heavy. Her nipples and areola were a deep pink color. Her areola was twice as wide and round as most women tend to be. The skin of her areola gradually inclined to the base of her thick 1 inch long nipples. At the tip and center of her nipple was an indentation, which for a tit and nipple guy is a miniature honey hole. My fingers massaged the base of her big boobs and I slowly stoked them down towards her wide areolas. She reached-up and clenched my hands as if to stop me. Oh, baby… yes, she was lactating! I smiled and told her it was okay…I told her “I like this and I just wanted to see”. She cautiously let me continue, but told me to be gentle. Again, I started high at the base of her boobs and massaged down to her areolas. As I reached the areola I gently squeezed the deep base of her areola and nipple with my forefingers and thumbs. Suddenly the tips of her nipples turned bright white with milk. As my fingers slide deeper to the base of her nipple a thick stream of milk gushed-out onto my belly and chest. The milk was 98.6 degrees, barely detectable on my skin at first until larger quantities accumulated. This was so excellent!

M… smiled as she saw that I was pleased with her endowment. She then glanced down and was startled to see that my cock had swelled like a man-sized Zeppelin, the skin on my dick was stretched as tight as a snare-drum, and its color was nearly as pink as the inside of a pussy. Curiously she reached over to the table and grabbed some paper towels and tore a hole in the middle. She then slid my cock through the hole in the paper towel to cover my balls, and pubic area up to my bellybutton. Then she tore-open a condom, she checked to make sure it wasn’t backwards, then with surprising force, worked it over and around my swollen penis mushroom head and all the way down until it wouldn’t unravel any further.

M... proceeded to give me head. Slow at first, then she gradually built-up momentum. For a condom-covered blowjob, she performed nicely. Long slow strokes followed by quick pulsing strokes with strong lip and sucking action. After several minutes I motioned to M....to crossover and lay by my side for some foreplay. I reached down to her panties and helped her slip them off. She had a lovely nest of dark hair only slightly trimmed back from her legs and bottom of her stomach. (Personally I am growing tired of totally shaved pussies…it is rare to find a more natural woman these days).

I reached down and gently stroked her pussy lips. She had very nice swollen pussy lips with a clitoris that reminded me of a smoked oyster. Although I tend to avoid going down on hookers, I licked around the borders of her pubic hair and gently touched the tip of her clitoris with the tip of my tongue. This really had an effect on her and I could feel her shifting on her backside. So I pressed a little harder with the tip of my tongue and spread her clitoris open like a tiny flower. Meantime she grew really hot and wet and I gradually penetrated her with my fingers…two, then three and slid them up and down and in and around. M….was and writhing and building until she seemed to peak…she began quivering with a series of orgasms.

Although I was so horny that I couldn’t wait to sink my dick in her, I held off and kept working her pussy. M… was literally moaning and grinding . Very gently she reached down with both hands to the back of my head and pulled me up. She was exceedingly receptive as I slowly sunk my dick into her quivering pussy until my balls hit her ass. I tell you, she felt good and she smelled great. While I fucked her on her back I kissed her on her neck and around her ears. She reciprocated with moans and tongue lashing at the base of my earlobe.

After a few minutes we switched positions and she climbed on top. Although this was a great fuck for me, she really seemed to be enjoying it even more. M…. eagerly rode my dick as she leaned forward to bounce her heavy breasts on my chest. Although I am vary aware of the risk of breast milk, I literally could not resist but to kiss and suck her tits and nipples which were now liberally leaking warm milk. I took several deep sucks on her nipples and the milk gushed into my mouth. Her milk was almost hot, sweet and creamy…she had given birth only 8-weeks earlier…and her tits were so swollen that they seemed ready to explode. M…. then took her tongue and licked away some of her milk as it dripped on my cheek, as she turned her head, our mouths met and she began kissing me deeply and passionately. The GFE I was receiving was some of the best I’ve ever experienced. (And I though she wouldn't kiss?)

Finally, I rolled M… on to her stomach and entered her from behind. I really wanted to make an impression on this girl, and so far everything was absolutely perfect. . Although, 80% of the time this is when I would come, but I held on a little longer. I fucked her on her knees, then she would collapse down flat and protrude her butt towards me eagerly accepting my pounding thrusts. Suddenly from deep within I could feel that special feeling that I was building up. I knew soon I would soon explode. As my pending eruption built I reached the point of no return. Suddenly I got this strange feeling that the condom either gently broke, or it somehow came off. It was just too creamy and smooth. It felt just too natural. Oh shit! But I couldn’t stop myself, I started coming so hard that I could have shot a marble through my urethra. My prostate and balls tightly contracted and squeezed about 6 or 7 times as I emptied heavy, thick dolups of sperm and seamen deep into M…’s pussy. When my dick was literally dry heaving and I could come no more, M…collapsed forward again and I laid on top of her with my dick deeply buried in her pussy for a good minute or so.

As I came back to my senses it dawned upon me that I had probably dumped a very potent load of cum into a potentially fertile pussy. Oh shit! I wondered how she would react once she realized what had happened. I gently and cautiously backed out of her expecting to see a broken rubber or possibly no rubber at all. As I looked down to the base of my dick withdrawing from her pussy, I saw no rubber, confirming my immediate fear. However, when the head of my penis popped-out of her, along came the condom, still firmly attached around the inflated ridges of my mushroom shaped penis head. I continued to back-out, pulling nearly 6 inches of condom as it literally spilled out of her, then heavily swung down anchored with the largest single load of cum I believe I have ever produced in my life. The head of the condom from the nipple reservoir to about an inch or two was filled with my white love batter. What a relief to see this fully intact condom dangling off the end of my dick. M…. spun around and helped pull the condom off. She too was impressed with how much cum I had produced…I reached over and took the used condom from her...there was noticeable weight. I gave the condom a stretch and tied it into a knot so that it wouldn’t spill and handed it back to her. She wrapped it in a paper towel and tossed it into the trash with a thump.

I looked at the clock…we had been at it for nearly an hour. She sweetly smiled. She said nothing about our bargain that I would give her $40 for an hour. But when I got up and walked to my wallet, the first bill I saw was $20..so I pulled it out and laid in next to the other $20 and $10 I placed on her dresser top. I turned to her and told her “propina” (tip). She smiled and stood up. Her beautiful breast with erect nipples were a sight to see. I had really bagged a wonderful trophy.

Before I left I asked her for her e-mail address and phone number…she said she didn’t have any. Instead, she opened the door and pointed to the number on it. (I’m not saying what it is guys, find-out for yourself). She asked me when I’ll come back? I told her in about a month or two. I guarantee you, she will be my first stop.

M…gave me a sweet kiss goodbye and she watched me as I strolled down the street towards Papagyos.

After that, I called it a night. It was still early but I wanted to get home before too late and I had 3 or 4 hours drive ahead of me. So I grabbed a cab, stopped at a liquor store and bought an expensive bottle of Scotch for half the price I would have had to pay in the US. I then strolled to the footbridge, paid 25 cents and returned to the US.

Ciao and good hunting,

AlecJamer

Just wait until summer, when it's 105 degrees in the late afternoon and those little street girl rooms become EasyBake ovens!

You're assessment is about the same as mine. I usually start with an SG blowjob to take the edge off (the three times I've gone, I've driven down from San Antonio while there on business) and then hit Papa or Maribu. I like Maribu but the place is empty except on the weekends. The chicas at Papas are more aggressive and the prices a little higher, but I've had good times at both places.

Tamiko's has a loyal following, but the two times I've stopped in there I've been really annoyed with the place. Real aggressive old putas for the most part.

The NL threads have been real quiet for months now - not too many of the NL crew are active on the board these days.

I just returned from a follow-up trip to NL. On the Mexican side of the foot bridge they filled-up the tunnel that goes down, then back-up again...you know, the one I mentioned in my last trip report...it went underground for no apparent reason. Well, it is now filled and flag-stoned over so we can now walk in a straight line....but be careful that you don't trip...it is not perfectly smooth.

Hey, for the first-time I suplemented my trip with a shot of vitamin V. Although I'm 40-years old and still as horny as ever...tyipcally after coming two times in an afternoon/evening my Peter becomes pooped!

So I bought vitamin-V at the drug store 100-yards down from the foot bridge for $14.95. I put it in my pocket and caught a cab to BT. I knew I would not need the boost for the first romp and I was even successful without it on the second romp, but I knew the third romp and beyond would be a challenge. So after the 2nd romp I washed the V-pill down with a gulp of suds and chilled-out for about an hour.

After an hour I started walking the main streets of BT to check-out the rest of the SGs. I felt incredible as I started to get a hard-on with just the thought of having sex with one of the sleazy vixens hanging on display half-way out their doors.

I finally came across a morena chica I flurted with more than a month back, but then I could not fuck her because I was too spent. Even though I heard of great things about Viagra I assumed I would have a difficut time coming a third-time. Well, I was rock-hard and my jeans were still on! I negotiated an hour of BBBJ and fucking for $40 figuring I would need the extra time. Morena chica took me into her room, she undressed and let me watch as she sponge bathed in the bathroom. As I stood there with my Peter pointing north she asked me to rinse it off in the sink. (Obviously she is a romantic type). Within a few minutes we made it to her bed, dimmed the lights and down she went on my dick. The BBBJ was great...no teeth whatsoever...although she had a very pretty set of sharp white teeth when she smiled. Great talent.

After about 10-minutes of BBBJ I told her I wanted to fuck. She worked a condom on me and added a little K-Y, then rode me with me on my back with her ample tits jiggling around my chin. After only 5-minutes I rolled her onto her back and started slamming home. Next thing I know my third load for the night was erupting from deep within. I strained for a good 20-seconds as I squeezed the load out. Boy, that felt good.

When I caught my breath I looked at my watch...from the point of entry to when I came was only about 10-minutes...geez, I should have negotiated the 20-minute fuck for only $20!

For the next half hour we made pillow talk. She was actually a very good conversationalist, so I accepted her offer to join her for a beer in the club next door.

While drinking a few beers and listing to Mexican musica on the Juke-Box for about an hour I could feel my dick starting to come alive again. I told my Morena friend to give me a BoysTown handshake..."mas dios..ju mucho grande!" So we went back to her room and tore another one off with me coming in about 20-minutes (this was load number 4 for the evening/early AM).

My morena friend told me that she was sleepy and I was not allowed to sleep with her because my Peter would never be satisfied. So, I got dressed, paid her another $20 and gave her a peck on the cheek goodnight at about 3:30 AM.

I wandered down the street to the bar with the big red star above it...talked with the bar manager and negotiated one of his "short-time" rooms for $20 so that I could get some sleep. The girl next to this room took load #2 earlier that evening...so, I poked my head in her door and invited her over to sleep....it was incredibly cold that night...hitting freezing. Since we were already friends, she willingly accepted my offer to snuggle and sleep together for free. Together we wrapped our arms and legs together under two heavy blankets and drifted to sleep.

Around 8:00 AM I heard a tremendous air-whistle in the distance. This whistle was so loud, yet still very distant that I believe the Mexican's consider it their version of Big Bend. As I opened my eyes I thought that I had maxed-out my carnal urges. As the receptical of load #2 lay next to me with her bare breasts exposed I considered fucking her again. But, instead my carnal curiousity urged me to wait and see what the morning streets had to offer.

I grabbed a quick shower and got dressed. I told my over-night bedwarmer that I had to get going...I gave her a peck on the cheek and told her I would see her again next month. She smiled, nodded and drifted back to sleep at no extra cost.

Out on the streets nearly all of the SG's doors were closed. As I walked around I debated with myself that if nothing good looking presented itself, I could call the game and return home with load #5 still on-board.

Then I came upon a familiar door...I tapped 3-times to see what would happen. After about 30-seconds M appeared still half asleep, her thick hair mated every which way, with a terry-cloth robe wrapped around her gorgeous jugs. She smiled and invited me in.

She was happy to see me and I her by the noticeable bulge in my pants. M told me that she would take a quick shower. I quickly got naked, climbed into her bed and watched cartoons until she walked out of the bathroom totally naked.

M asked me if I wanted the complete treatment to include blowjob...I eagerly nodded yes. M went to work...she gave a me great CBJ for about 10-minutes. Then I went to work checking-out her boobs. They still had milk, but they were not gushing like they had several months earlier...just the same...I still really enjoyed this beautiful and natural motherhood phenomenon.

M then donned a condom on me and climbed on board working me on my back....after a few minutes I rolled her over onto her back...the Viagra was still working great...I was rock hard and pounding her pussy as she begged me to fuck her harder! Then M motioned to me to do her doggy style...I remembered last time this was when the condom nearly slipped-off...so I did a quick check to pull it to the base of my cock, then I slipped it in.

M's ass was beautiful...not fat, nor skinny...I grabbed her on each side of her cheeks and rythmically pulled her into me as I slammed my dick in her. This is normally when I start to get the urge to come...the feeling was great...but nothing seemed to be building.

After a few more minutes M was back on her back, a few more minutes later she was on top. The entire time I was rock hard. Then M tried a new position for her...a reverse cowgirl. The angle she was holding really squeezed my dick, but it still felt good. However, no deep down urge to come yet. Okay, I figured, I stretched the Viagra thing to 4 downloads and a maintainably hard dick all night and morning...still pretty good.

However, M didn't want to give-up. She made mention of how hard I was...why wasn't I coming? A true professional she was...she was determined to make me come. We fucked for a while on our sides, then we decided to change the condom and lube it up again.

Finally, I was all sweaty and getting tired. I knew M experienced several orgasms, so I was happy with my ability to please her...but I just couldn't come that 5th time. Finally, I pulled the condom off, grabbed the lube, told M to massage my balls as I ran it by hand. Sure enough, this did the trick. Number 5 erupted to the surface and M had a big smile on her face as she watched my white load pump-out of the tip of my prick. (I think she must not see this that often by the way she said, "ooohhh" as she saw my jism squirting and flowing down my prick).

I thanked M for being a real professional. I don't think she realized this was load #5 for me over the past 12-hours. I think she may have felt bad for me for taking so long to cum. Most SG's would be glued to the clock and they would call time right away at 20, 30, 45 or 60-minutes as pre-agreed to.

When I check-out the clock for myself I realized I was there for one and a half hours. A good solid hour was pure fucking. So I pulled $60 out of my wallet and then gave her another $20 as "propina" or tip simply for being such of a good sport...I tell you...she did not complain one bit the entire time.

I took a hot shower, got dressed and gave M a peck on the cheek. By 11:00 AM I was back in the States driving up I-35. The entire car ride north I could feel my cock gradually swell-up whenever I thought about the past evening's and morning's events.

From this point forward, I am sold on supplementing my hobby with Viagra whenever I am going after maximum numbers in one-day. This stuff worked great!

Ciao,

AlecJamer