"Melissa, I love you!"
"No, Darren, it won't work. I know it."
Melissa was on the verge of tears. It was hard on her. It did not happen often, but whenever she fell in love, it was difficult. And Melissa was definitely in love.
The network people had handed her the job on a silver platter and, with it, one month to get settled in New York. This first week she spent with Darren, their relationship assuming, almost instantly, that same closeness that had existed in Chicago.
And now she was in love. There was no way for her to deny it any longer, and he apparently felt the same way.
"Look, it's ridiculous for you to get your own apartment," he said. "I want you here with me. I love you, and I know you feel the same about me. I know you want to stay here."
"Yes! I want to, but I can't."
"Why not?"
"Because every time I've tried it, it fails. Oh, sure, the guy accepts my bedroom interviews at first, but sooner or later he always goes over the deep end."
The frustration was obvious on Darren's face. "What do I have to do to prove to you that I don't care? Who you sleep with has nothing to do with my loving you. We've both been around and back again too many times to be hooked on sexual infatuation or possessiveness. What can I do to show you?"
"I don't know… Nothing, I guess. Look, I've got to think. I'm going to take a walk, okay?" Melissa walked to the closet, quickly grabbing a jacket, and headed for the door.
"Just one question, Melissa. Do you love me?"
"Oh, Darren… you know I do." And she walked out the door.
Once on the street, the thoughts tumbled in her head. She was confused. She did not know what to do. She wanted more than anything to live with Darren, but that fear, that nagging fear of his inevitable jealousy, told her it was impossible.
"Maybe," she muttered, "just maybe he would be different." But the idea just would not sit easy in her feelings. She walked for several hours, not seeing anything, just walking, before she finally returned. Nothing had been settled.
"It's about time you got back," he laughed, his voice surprising her with its gaiety. "You'd better hurry. The party starts in an hour."
"What party?"
"I've invited a few friends over I want you to meet. Thought it'd help us get our mind off things."
Darren was scurrying around the room in preparation and Melissa headed for the bathroom. Oh, well, she thought, maybe it would be good to stop thinking about it so much. Melissa spent the next hour getting ready, and by the time the guests came she was in very good spirits.
The first to arrive were Mark and Mary Ann Barnstall. Melissa greeted them warmly, and no sooner were they settled in their chairs than Jeff and Ernestine Rogers appeared. Darren made the introductions, and soon everyone was seated around the room, drinks in hand.
The first part of the evening was dominated by Mark and Jeff. Mark, it turned out, was an aspiring young comedian. He was a young man with a boyish all-American look, and an expressive face that kept everyone laughing as he traded jokes with Jeff. Jeff was a full-bearded man with less clowning vitality than Mark, but as a writer, he possessed a great verbal wit, and matched Mark well in capturing the audience's attention and laughter.
The two men kept at it for a long time. The onlookers responding with more and more appreciation as the drinks began to take their effect.
As the group got drunker, the focus began shifting from the two men to Mark's wife, Mary Ann.
"I'm tired of this shit," she said, showing more of the effects of the alcohol. "I've had enough jokes. I went to move. Let's get less verbal and more physical."
She finally got up and put on some music, turning it up to drown out the last of the joke session before grabbing Darren, and pulling him up to dance with her.
Melissa could not help marveling at the girl as she danced around the floor. She was a flaming, red-haired beauty with a shapely, muscular body, and a pair of large tits that rivaled Melissa's in size and firmness. She was a professional dancer, and knew just how to move to exploit the fullest assets of her body.
The mood of the room quickly changed. All eyes were now on Mary Ann. The clipped, erratic sound of laughter yielded to the long sighs of heavy breathing as Mary Ann snaked sensually around the floor, her moves becoming more sexual when she sensed the attention of the room.
"I love to move!" she cried. "I think the human body is the most exciting when it's dancing."
"There's no doubt yours is," Darren said, with Jeff adding, "I wouldn't mind seeing more of it." That was all Mary Ann needed to hear. She began undressing with all the finesse of a practiced stripper. Slowly, carefully, she removed her clothes, exposing each part of her body in a gradual, teasing manner calculated to stiffen the cock of every man in the room.
"A dancer needs to be appreciated," she moaned, now completely naked. "My body is my tool, and I need it to be admired."
She weaved from one person to another, accepting all the appreciation and contact she could inspire. Her dance became an expression of raw, passionate sex as she screamed out her heated lust.
"Dance is life. Dance is everything." Her body dropped to the floor, writhing in rhythmic ecstasy. "The most beautiful dance of all is fucking. The body is its most expressive when fucking, its most graceful, its most satisfied. Dance with me somebody, anybody, dance with me."
That seemed to be the cue for the action to start. Jeff and Darren had their clothes off in seconds. Quickly they joined her writhing body on the floor, her skin glistening with perspiration.
Jeff dropped between her legs, and drove his cock up into her cunt. Darren settled over her face. With a steady hand he guided his huge, rigid cock into her open mouth. The hips of bath men started thrusting wildly.
Ernestine suddenly rose and threw the clothes from her body. She came round and placed herself in front of Darren, pulling his face into the soft warmth of her pussy and grinding her hips into his now reaming tongue.
Melissa sat there open-mouthed. She had watched it all progress, and still could not figure out how it had happened. Darien had given her no indication of what was expected, and she could only stare in amazement.
Suddenly she was aware of Mark speaking next to her. "You don't disapprove, do you?"
"Huh? Oh! No! No, I just… I'm a little startled, that's all."
"Not too startled to get into it, I hope," he smiled, his hand dropping down the front of her dress, his fingers closing around the hard point of her nipple.
As Mark fondled her tits, she sat watching the four bodies on the floor. Each person was working at a fever pitch of white-hot excitement. Each man's cock-thrust extended deeper than the last as each woman rounded herself harder into the various objects of their delight.
Their voices mingled, each shouting their own particular need to the other. All, combined with the sounds of heavy fucking and sucking, worked to release the flow of sticky juices in Melissa's cunt.
Then it happened. As if on signal, both men came together into Mary Ann. Her mouth and the fiery slit of her cunt were both filled at once with the scalding streams of white-hot jizz from the pulsing cocks. Their orgasms seemed to go on and on as their bodies jerked in spasms of erotic bliss.
"Do you like what you see?" Mark asked.
"Oh, God, yes!" she replied, her body now lost in the throes of her dripping passion. "Damnit, get undressed. I want to suck your cock."
In a flash they were naked and on the floor. Mark's hands were all over her. His caressing quickly had her squirming. With one hand he grabbed at her tits, crushing them under his kneading grasp, while the other ran up and down her sweating inner thighs.
Her hand came down to grasp his growing cock. She trembled as she felt the blood pour in, raising his fuck-stick to full, throbbing erection.
"Does it feel good?" he moaned. "Does my prick feel good to you?"
"Yes, it's beautiful, Mark. I want to suck it. I want to swallow your cream while you suck my cunt dry. Give it to me. Let me taste it."
Mark now lay back, watching in rapture as she covered and uncovered the tip of his huge prick with her hands. Her tongue ran out to stroke his oozing tip, playing across the flared cap of his cock until he could not stand it any more.
He reached up to the back of her head, and thrust it to the limit over his driving rod. Again and again he did it, stifling her moans and filling her hungry throat with his prick.
And now, controlling his thrilled cock as best he could, Mark pulled her hips around, placing her knees on each side of his sweating face. With his fingers he burrowed in among the hairs to the moist, warm crack, parting the lips, and opening the pink cunt-flesh to his waiting licker. The moans of ecstasy rang from her cock-engorged throat as he buried his face deeply into the burning gash of her pussy.
"Yes, suck!" she cried, her mouth contorted over the head of his ramming tool. "Suck me, suck me hard, as hard as I'm going to suck you!"
To emphasize her words, she grabbed his ass, digging her nails deeply into his cheeks, urging him on to longer and harder thrusts between her saliva-soaked lips as she pound her hips into his face.
Both bodies glistened with the mingled juices of their lust. The writhing bodies seemed to blend into one bucking, pounding mass of sex-hungry flesh as they worked each other up to the blinding moment of climax. Screams came from both their throats when the mutual orgasms broke. He drove his gulping face into her quivering pussy while she swallowed spurt after spurt of his hot, creamy cum.
They rolled away from each other, their passions only momentarily quieted. Melissa now became aware of the other bodies in the room. She opened her eyes to see Jeff standing above her, his cock in his hand.
"Now that you're warmed up, are you ready to be filled with something a little better than a tongue?" he asked, grinning lustfully.
"I'm more than ready," she replied, raising her arms towards his lowering body.
Jeff placed his body between her outstretched legs. She wrapped her legs around his ass, pulling him to her, moaning as she felt the tight tip of his cock poke against her burning cunt-hole.
"You want it fast or slow?" he asked.
"Fast! I want it in me! Shove it up my cunt hard! Fill me with it!"
"Whatever you want, baby." He pulled back with his hips. With the base of his cock in his hand, he gouged her cunt until he felt the head squeeze between the pulpy lips and enter her gash.
"Now! Do it hard!"
"Take it sweetheart, take it all!" he screamed, and rammed his hips forward, his ass muscles knotting in their effort to drive the massive shaft clear into her belly.
"Shiiiiiitt!" Her cry rang out as his prick blasted into her cream-soaked cunt, battering against the far back wall of her twat.
She pulled his face down to her, and welded his lips to hers, sucking the very life from his hard probing tongue. Her tits bulged out from the pressure of his heaving chest as he slammed his crotch into hers in long, hard strokes.
Her body became a writhing, convulsing torrent of passion as her cunt smothered his cock, her soft cunt muscles gasping and caressing his cock with each long thrust. She felt it pounding her as she slid her pussy over it, sucking at its tremendous, blissful length.
"Oh, God, Jeff. It's so good. I think I'm coming already, but don't stop. Oh, God, ram me!"
"It's all yours, Melissa. Take it all!"
She raised her face, and stared down the length of their pulsing bodies. She watched delightedly while the long hardness of his soaking shaft appeared and disappeared inside the clawing folds of her pussy.
Melissa became a fleshy, lust-driven machine, throwing her hips eagerly to meet his hard strokes. Jeff had a big cock, and he knew how to use it. He filled her cunt time and time again, his huge tool spearing her clitoris as her head rolled passionately on the floor, her nails digging into his taut butt and driving his cock ever deeper into her hot box.
Melissa paused in her thrashing to stare around the room. The sight of the other naked bodies, each giving their pleasure, only served to drive her further into the insanity of horny delight.
A short distance across the room, Ernestine was lying flat on her back with her legs spread wide apart. Mark was lying on his stomach with his face pressed hard against her cunt. The dark-haired girl was moving her hips slowly, gasping as Mark's head moved vigorously between her legs, his tongue gouging into her pussy Melissa could not help responding to the sounds of his licking and sucking, driving her pussy harder and harder over Jeff's cock.
In another spot she could see Mary Ann on top of Darren, fucking him for all he was worth. She watched his huge cock rutting in and out of Mary Ann's tautly stretched cunt, filling her with an insanely burning pleasure as her body trembled with each thrust.
Melissa could not stop watching. Mary Ann's legs were on either side of Darren's hips, and she was creating all the motion. Her ass moved in full, circular sweeps, moving up and down blissfully as she smothered his neck and face with, hot kisses. He lay there almost passively, breathing heavily, and enjoying the pleasure she was taking from him.
And now suddenly, unexpectedly, she felt more in love with Darren than she ever had before. She watched his cock, that cock that thrilled her more than any other she had ever known, giving so much pleasure to another woman, and she did not mind at all. In fact, she was thrilled by it.
She was experiencing a kind of dual stimulation. There was the pure eroticism of watching Darren fuck Mary Ann, and Melissa could sense every joy that the woman was feeling. But there was also a sense of giving pleasure. By letting Darren fuck the woman, she was in a small way contributing to what Mary Ann was getting.
She was basking in the warm glow of this feeling when the realization hit. If she felt this way, maybe Darren did, too. Of course! That was what he had been trying to tell her. He really didn't cue about her sexual escapades. He loved her, and he had set this whole evening up to prove he didn't mind.
The tears of joy were beginning to form in her eyes when she heard a scream from the other couple, and rolled her head back in time to see Ernestine cum.
"Suck me! Oh, God, suck my cunt!" she was shouting, her ass bucking violently from the floor. Mark was sucking and licking her cunt like a wild man. Ernestine's arms flailed, and her body shook with the force of her orgasm.
Melissa's own body was going crazy. Her fleshy ass slapped the floor, and then rammed upward to drive over Jeff's cock.
"Oh, shit, honey! I'm coming!" he yelled, "I can't stop it!"
She came with him, shivering as the warm sticky jizz flowed in great spurts against the very back of her cunt. She continued pounding her hips, her clit rubbing across his cock, until the last drop had spilled, and his prick retreated from her hot, satisfied twat.
And now, everyone was still, their bodies lying spent and exhausted in various positions around the room.
For a while they all lay there talking and stroking, the room taking on a more playful atmosphere. Soon, however, they dressed, and the guests departed, expressing their love for each other in warm, expressive gestures.
And now Melissa and Darren were alone, still lying naked, not having moved to say good-bye to a single guest. For the longest time they just stared at one another, sensing each other.
"Come here, you," she growled, her body sending out its invitation. "Think you're pretty clever, don't you? You set this whole evening up."
"Yeah… I guess I did," he grinned as he crawled towards her. "You mad?"
"Yep. What really pisses me off is… it worked."
"I can assume then that I have a roommate?"
"You betcha," she sighed. "For as long as you can stand it."
Darren lowered himself between her legs, the huge length of his cock slowly filling the warm channel of her cunt.
"Melissa honey, I got a feeling that might be a pretty long time."
"Forever," she whispered. "Forever is fine with me."