Her first rational thought was that it was Tuesday morning and she could smell the aroma of bubbling coffee.
She lay quietly, listening for sounds that could tell her that Martin had gotten up and was now in the kitchen making coffee. There were none. She decided to get up.
She padded softly out to the kitchen. A quick glance showed the kitchen to be empty. She felt disappointed though not surprised. It had to be late and Martin had to be in his office by eight-thirty.
A slip of paper on the dinette table caught her attention and she withdrew it from between the knobs of the salt and pepper shakers. The words made her smile as she read them.
Babydoll, Will be home fairly early this evening. Sales meeting has been changed until Friday. Will mow the lawn. Love you.
Melissa was confused. The note said that the sales meeting had been postponed and that puzzled her. She hadn't known there was to be a sales meeting. She promised herself to ask him about it when he came home.
During the next two days she became too busy to think about the meeting and Martin made no mention of it.
Wednesday afternoon, a delivery truck delivered a package. It contained her clothing and keys. Melissa was elated. Bucky had lived up to his part of the agreement and that was one more problem taken care of.
By Friday her spirits were soaring and she was looking forward to a very pleasant weekend. Martin had promised to take her to the country club for a round of golf and she was hoping they might meet some new people to play with.
In the morning, he kissed her goodbye at the door, before going out to the car which was idling in the driveway.
"I'll be late tonight, Lissa," he told her, as he leaned down far the kiss. "Stanhope is in from the East Coast and Nagel wants him to meet all the fellows. He's talking about having some drinks after the presentation, then maybe a stag show." He gave her an inquiring glance. "You won't mind, will you, honey?"
She shook her head. "I'll be fine," she lied. "I can read a book or something."
That pleased Martin so much that he gave her another kiss. "Stanhope likes the girls so Nagel will probably have some women in to do a striptease or something. You know how those stag parties are. I may not be home until after three or four in the morning."
"It's all right. I'll watch a late movie, then go to bed."
She watched as he strode quickly in his car, gave a last wave, then drove off to start his day.
At ten-thirty, Lois appeared at the back door. Melissa let her in, prepared a pot of coffee to perk and settled down at the dinette to listen to the latest gossip.
"What have you been up to?"
Lois returned Melissa's smile. "Having fun. Having just lots and lots of fun.
"Tell me all about it."
Lois looked pleased. "J. D. is just having fits," she confided. "He wants to know what I've been doing. I said pestering you."
The statement made Melissa laugh.
She gave Lois a friendly pat on the shoulder, then went to the cabinet for cups. "Then what's making you so happy?"
"Cock, honey. Lots of cock."
"You're still at the massage parlor?"
Lois gave a deep sigh. "I'd die without it."
Lois inhaled the aroma of the coffee, then breathed deep as if drinking in the pleasure of living. "Everything is so marvelous!" she exclaimed. "You wouldn't believe it, Melissa. Life is just wonderful!"
Melissa grinned.
"It's just like a party all the time," Lois continued. "There are all kinds of men and all kinds of fucking. I even did it in a shower once,"
"You're kidding!" Melissa teased. "Tell me."
"He was a nice little guy. He came in, sort of lonely, a bit nervous as if he had never been in a massage parlor. He just sat there looking at me. Finally, he asked if he could take a shower, said I couldn't touch him until he was clean." "Did he?"
"It was wild," Lois said, with a happy nod. "We undressed right there in the shower and when we were naked, he started rubbing my tits and stroking my cunt hair until I got all hot and bothered."
She paused to beam at Melissa. Lois was moving her hands as if drawing a picture from memory. "He was having a terrible time getting a hard-on so I grabbed his cock and played with it. He liked me rubbing it, but when I took his balls in my mouth and licked them, he was really jumping. He was panting like a real hot stud and I was sure we could never make it back to the room. There wasn't room to lay down so I just turned around and bent over. He rammed that cock up my cunt and began pumping like mad. About the fifth push, he came in a big spurt of juice and it was running out of my pussy and down my legs and we had to take a real shower."
Lois burst into a loud, happy laugh. She wiped a tear from her eyes and peered at Melissa. "It was so wonderful. When we dried off, we went back to the room and he ate me like he was starving for cunt. Then I got down and sucked his cock. He gave me thirty dollars and I was almost ashamed to take it I was so happy."
For the next few minutes, she listened to Lois' chatter, hearing very little because her thoughts were so mired with other matters. After ten minutes, Lois thanked her for the coffee and conversation and left.
Melissa put the cups in the sink and went looking for Martin's latest girlie magazine. All of a sudden, she was feeling completely bored.
At three o'clock, the phone rang. It was Sandino.
"I've got a problem, Melissa," he told her. "I have a party booked at the club this evening and need some girls to help out. Can you come?"
Melissa shook her head. "Not any more, Mr. Sandino. I'm all through with that."
"It will pay big money."
"Money isn't everything."
"But it won't be like the other parties," Sandino explained. "All you have to do is dance around naked."
"I'm not a dancer.
"You don't have to, Melissa. It would be a treat for these men to just look at you."
"I can't do it," Melissa said firmly. "I'm all through with that sort of thing."
Sandino sounded very disappointed. "Okay," he said in a husky voice. "I was hoping you could help. This is a last-minute reservation and I'm short three girls. I don't know where to find any."
"Too bad," Melissa said.
"I'll give you five hundred dollars."
"No!"
"Seven-fifty and I'll take you off the hook."
Melissa stared dismally at the kitchen wall. "Off what hook?"
"No more calls, no- more poker. Martin will never know and we will drop him from the garnet"
"And if I don't?"
"What will he think if he suddenly stops winning? What then?"I don't know," Melissa answered. "Think about it."
Melissa thought about it. How wonderful it would be! No more poker games, no more call girl parties. All for spending this one last night letting men look at her naked body.
"Promise?" she asked quietly. "No more poker?"
"He's dropped from the games as of right now."
"Thanks," Sandino said. "How about bringing another girl? We can use one.
"Sure," Melissa said, remembering that Lois had said she would be free tonight.
She called Lois. Her neighbor answered after the third ring.
"I just got out of the shower. You know what? I was looking at myself in the mirror," she confided. "I don't look bad for little old mousie me." She laughed softly. "What can I do for you, honey?"
Melissa explained the call, and asked if she was interested. Lois was and that pleased Melissa. She told her to be ready at eight-thirty and she would pick her up.
"What should I wear?" Lois asked.
"Very little," Melissa said in a vein of humor. "You'll probably have to take it all off before the night is over."
Lois' reply exploded in the earphone. "Oh honey, that's marvelous. I've always wanted to attend an orgy!"
It was almost nine o'clock when she nosed the Mustang through the gate of the country club. Sandino had stated it was a late party and would be held in the large meeting room at the back of the building.
Sandino met them just inside the door. He viewed Lois with extreme pleasure and gave her body slow appraisal.
"Very nice," he said to Melissa. He led the way down the hall to the arched door of the large meeting room.
"Jim will tell you what to do," he stated. He pointed out a man in a gray business suit. "He's handling the entertainment schedule for tonight."
Melissa nodded.
"It will be a few minutes. Some of the fellows are here but the special guest and the big wigs are a little late."
"We'll mingle a little and get the feel of the group," Melissa said. "That always helps when the real party starts."
Sandino was pleased. He gave Lois another appraising stare, lingering on the thrusting curves of her full breasts, then slowly descending to her crotch. "Nice," he said. Then he left.
Melissa chose a chair along the wall, motioned to Lois to do the same and settled back to await whatever was to happen. Other girls were arriving. Young college types. Blondes and brunettes, with long hair and see-through dresses. Typical of the Coke and hamburger set. Faces free of make up and bold eyes that appeared to take in everything.
A young man followed them about the room, aiming a Polaroid camera and snapping pictures. Melissa watched, amused. It looked like the party would be very tame.
The guests were making faces at the camera and laughing hilariously at the results. The amateur cameraman wanted more.
Two of the young girls drew his attention, smiled warmly. He moved over to them, said smile, then snapped their pictures. The girls thought it was great fun. The cameraman thanked them and moved on. He was apparently becoming bolder, asking other girls to pose, instructing them to lift their skirts so he could see their legs. When they obliged, he smiled happily and snapped away. He approached Melissa.
"Let me take some good pictures of you," he suggested. "A couple of shots?"
"How?" Melissa asked suspiciously.
The young man pointed to a chair. "Sitting over there?" He squinted through the viewfinder, studying the chair, then added, "Maybe you could pull your skirt up so can get some leg."
Melissa nodded pleasantly. "I could even take it off," she suggested with an amused smile. "That would really give you a picture."
The young man stared at her wide-eyed. "Gosh! Would you?"
He was pleading with her and she felt a sense of shock to discover he believed what she had said. She felt guilty for having said it.
He was still staring at her, his fingers clamped about the camera. He appeared very serious.
Melissa felt sorry for him. He was a good-looking kid and absolutely harmless-looking. What harm could there be? It was obviously a new camera and he was very enthusiastic about it. He looked so honest and the other girls were making such a big thing of it. They were watching them and Melissa heard one girl snicker.
She said, "Sure." She went over and sat down in the chair, settled back, crossed her legs and sought a pose of casualness. She could see he was disappointed.
"I meant without… "He faltered, then started over. "You said…"
Melissa shrugged. "Why not?" She smiled. "If you want it that way." She got up, unfastened the button at the waist of the skirt, unzipped the short opening and pushed the garment down her hips. The dark vee of her pubic hair was visible through the thin fabric of her panties.
The young man beamed, realizing this was just for him. He aimed the camera. Flash bulbs burst with brilliance as he continued to shoot. All the while, he was panting and muttering, "Oh gosh, oh gosh."
He stopped shooting only when he ran out of film.
"Now, without your pants," he suggested. He slipped another pack of film into the camera and looked inquiringly at Melissa. "Just a couple shots?"
Melissa gazed into his anxious face. He looked so young, so innocent, like he had never seen a naked woman before, let alone photograph one. She shrugged. What the hell? She was getting in a party mood. She had gone this far and one more little picture couldn't make that much difference. The men m the room, would be watching her dance naked in a few minutes so what difference could it make? She pushed her panties down her legs and stepped out of them.
"The blouse?" he asked hopefully.
The blouse was removed and dropped to the floor.
The camera clicked and a picture emerged. She made another pose and it clicked again. More poses, more pictures. Men were gathering around to watch the action.
"Take one of Jimmy," someone said.
The young man put a new film pack in the camera. "Would you mind?"
Melissa shrugged again. "Why not?"
The man in the gray suit was coaxed into the center of the rapidly growing circle of watchers. He smiled at the camera. Instantly a hubbub of voices echoed in the room.
"Without your clothes! Without your clothes!"
One of the Coke-set girls reached for his belt and unbuckled it. Other girls gathered around him, removed his shirt, pulled his pants, spirited his clothing away. When they were finished, he was naked.
He gave Melissa a feeble grin.
Melissa viewed his cock with a feeling of growing excitement. It looked so shriveled, so hidden under a toll of loose skin that completely covered the end of it. She forced her face into a casual smile.
"Think nothing of it, honey," she cracked. "The night's still young."
"Stand closer together, closer together," the young man urged.
Click."Now, embracing!" Click. "Rub her tits!" Click."Finger her cunt!" Pause. "Ah come on. No one will know." "You won't show anyone else these pictures?" "Of course not." "Oh, all right."Click.
The pictures were being passed around. Giggles and loud chuckles punctuated the cries of the delighted viewers.
"Have her hold his cock," came a suggestion. Jim glared in the direction of the voice. "Maybe she don't want to."
The cameraman looked boldly at Melissa. "'Course she does. Don't you?" He waited a few seconds for an answer, then repeated the question, "Well, don't you?"
"Sure," Melissa said. She grasped his limp prick, worked it gently with her fingers. It began to swell, stretching outward and down, the head peeking out of the shroud of skin. It was growing bigger, forming a curved, sausage-like shaft. Then it hung dangling at an angle. Melissa rubbed it gently between her fingers. She could see couples in the crowd start to undress, begin to feel and fondle each other.
"Put it in your mouth!"
She went down on her knees, placed her lips over the swollen shaft.
Click.
"Now pretend like you're gonna fuck her!"
Jim placed a nervous hand on Melissa's shoulder. "It's up to you."
"Sure," Melissa said again. "Why not? This is my last party."
He waited bashfully, as if waiting for someone to tell him what to do. Melissa leaned against one of the large upholstered chairs, grasped the back and bent over so that he could pretend he was penetrating her from the rear. He had a beautiful hard-on and it would be a delightful experience, if he didn't funk out before they made a connection. She waited patiently.
She could hear his heavy breathing behind her, then an arm circled her waist and something soft was rubbing in the lips of her pussy. She caught her breath, waited for him to continue whatever he intended to do.
The man called Jim thrust a finger into her cunt, worked around the lips, then massaged her clit. Melissa felt a tremor go through her body as the tiny nub came alive. She realized that suddenly she wanted this man. Twinges of pleasure erupted from her clitoris. Her cunt was becoming hot and wet.
"Oh God!" she whispered. "Stick your cock in me.
Someone applauded. She heard the click of the camera. The kid was taking pictures of Jim fingerfucking her cunt.
There was loud laughter.
"Lick her cunt, Jimmy!"
Melissa spread her legs as she felt the man behind her change position. He was settling down, then she felt his body squirm between her legs and the soft tip of his tongue worm into her cunt. He lapped it softly, moving around the gentle lips, lapping up her sweet cuntjuice. The camera was clicking away.
Melissa was becoming hot. She didn't want to play any more. She wanted to be fucked and she wanted this man to do the fucking.
"Stick your cock in me! Fuck me!"
The licking stopped.
"Go ahead! Fuck her, Jimmy!" Screams of pleasure swelled in the room. "Give her ass a good workout!"
More wild clapping. Something hot touched her cunt. It worked slowly between her cuntlips. Jim pushed hard and the hot shaft of his prick slithered up her hot cunt.
Click.
"That-a-boy, Jimmy! Fuck the shit out of her!"
Hands grasped her body at the hips and sharp nails dug into her tender flesh.
"Give her all you've got, Jimmy! Fuck her teeth out!"
Jim was fucking in and out, hampered by the fact he was so tall that he had to spread his legs wide in order to lower his groin to the same level of Melissa's cunt. He was breathing hard. His groin smacked repeatedly against her ass and his hard cock was buried deep in her slippery cunt. Melissa was loving it."Harder," she coaxed. "Fuck harder!" Click. "Sonofabitch!"
"Don't worry about him!" Melissa snapped. "Give me some good cock!"
"You'll get it, baby."
He was grasping her hips tight in order to steady himself and get the leverage to jam his cock into her pussy. He was cursing under his breath. "God damn, oh God damn."
Melissa lowered her head, straightened her legs, raising her ass, making her cunt more accessible to his prick. He was fucking in and out like a clamoring piston and with each thrust her cunt began to tingle. She felt like his cock was beating in her belly and only his stream of hot cockjuice would soothe the pain of her cunt."More," she pleaded. "More!" "Shit, baby. You'll get more." "Oh God, that good!" Click."That dirty sonofabitch!"
"Forget that asshole!" Melissa snapped. "Just think about fucking my cunt!"
He slapped her ass with his groin as his prick began to flare, fucking rapidly and panting.
"Jesus," he muttered as the explosion began to trigger. "Oh Jesus, here it comes!"
He opened his mouth. "Aaahhhhh!"
His cum shot from the head of his cock, flooding her cunt. It seeped past her cuntlips and ran down his cock, onto his balls and dripped to the floor. Melissa waited patiently for the last drop of cum to ooze into her vagina, then she pulled free and straightened up. She turned and looked into Jim's contented face.
"Now, you super stud. Lick my cunt!"
He got down on his knees, grasped her thighs and began lapping the wet flesh of her pussy. Click. Click. Click.
Melissa came back from the bathroom fully aware that she had made a complete ass of herself by permitting the kid to take pictures of her. One thing had led to another until the situation had gone so far that there was no turning back. From holding hands, they had progressed to feeling cocks and cunts, then rubbing cocks and cunts, then sucking cocks and cunts. It was inevitable that the next step would be fucking. An actual fucking scene which was photographed happily by the man with the camera.
Now she felt like a fool.
Girls were dancing in a circle. They had removed their long dresses and were topless. Tiny string bikinis barely covered their pert little pussies. They were prancing about, pausing before some of the guests and bending down so that they could feel their tits.
A chair shuffled uneasily and a voice complained, "Ah hell, take that damned thing off!"
Melissa smiled as she watched. The girls were so young, so inexperienced. Simple college girls who thought it perfectly logical to fuck their dates if they bought them a Coke and hamburger, yet thought that prostitution was terrible. Still wet behind the ears but quick to tell society how the country should be run. Poor dears. They had so very much to learn.
She settled down in a chair to watch the action, wishing she had a good drink and a cigarette. She shifted her gaze slowly around the room looking for Lois. It would be nice to have a drink and a cigarette together.
Two men were setting up a portable record player. Melissa watched. The record player looked so small.
When they were finished, one of the men looked her way, said something to his companion, then headed for her. Melissa viewed his approach with uneasy reluctance. She felt awkward sitting there completely nude.
"The guys want to play games," he said breathlessly. "Would you mind joining in?"
Melissa thought it over for a moment.
"What kind of games?"
The man nodded his head in an impulsive gesture; "The kind of games guys dig at this sort of thing. Will you do it?"
Melissa was amused. "Sure," she answered. "I'd love to."
He gave her a big grin. "Thanks. The guys wanted to be sure you were in," he said.
Melissa asked him for a cigarette, put it to her lips and leaned forward so he could light it. Her tits were boldly apparent as she raised her arm. It failed to bather him.
"Thanks," she said. "I could also use a drink."
He promised to send her one and hurried back to the record player. Lois was nowhere in sight.
She puffed on the cigarette, watching quietly as the girls formed a small circle. They stood facing outward. Men were removing their clothing, facing them. Then, as if on signal, each girl removed her bikini bottom. The men beamed happily and gazed longingly at their pussies.
Melissa was bewildered.
Music swelled from the record player. The men shuffled sideways, moving around the inner circle, their pricks bobbing with the motion. They peered at the girls. The man at the record player lifted the needle arm. The music stopped. The circling stopped.
Melissa was finding the game intriguing. It was a game of musical chairs. She could see that each man faced a girl except one, he stood alone and the man at the record player called him from the circle. He left reluctantly, then became joyous when a girl was also eliminated from the game. They gasped hands and moved away from the group, seeking out a secluded corner where they immediately launched into sex games of their own. Melissa could see the girl, down on her knees, fondling his stiff cock, then take it in her mouth and proceed to give him a blowjob. She still couldn't see Lois.
Melissa yawned with bored indifference. She assumed she should join the group; men were already casting glances at her, straining to see her cunt. What she craved was excitement and what she was getting was boredom. She would have to join them, there wasn't anything else to do. First, she was going to have that drink.
The small bar was deserted but an ample supply of whiskey remained visible. Melissa helped herself to a bottle, poured a large amount into a water glass and added ice. Then she carried it back to where she had been sitting.
The man from the record player was waiting for her.
Two more men had arrived. Would she join the circle? She would and did. The music started again as she sank down on the soft carpet and blurred faces moved around and around. She tried to focus her vision on the faces but the lights were too bright and all she could see were blobs.
The music stopped.
"Suck!" someone shouted.
A massive, cock was thrust into her face. She winced, then opened her mouth and let it touch her tongue. It felt soft and warm and, having touched it, she wanted more. She closed her lips about the taut flesh and rubbed it gently with the tip of her tongue. The music started, the cock was pulled free of her lips and the outer circle moved again.
Melissa muttered, "Damn."
Two more rounds of music, two more cocks thrust into her mouth. Two more hasty retreats and the moving circle became smaller and smaller. Melissa was becoming excited.
The next time, the music was on longer, the circle moved slower. When it stopped, anxious hands grasped protruding pricks and thrust them into wet mouths. Melissa grasped the dangling cock that paused before her and closed her tongue round. Nothing was going to stop her from sucking out some of that sweet cockjuice that she was craving so strongly. She pushed the hard shaft deep into her throat, closed her lips about it and began to suck. God, it was good.
"Take it easy, baby," a voice said humorously. "We've got a long night."
Melissa peered up at the face above her but it was only a dark shadow. She said, "Oh shit!" She released the prick.
"Jerk him off, baby," someone suggested.
Melissa grasped the dangling cock again.
"That's it, baby. Give him a handjob."
Melissa winced. "No, damn it!" she snapped. "Let him jack himself off!"
A man laughed harshly. "That's the ticket, lover-boy! Go fuck yourself in the bathroom."
"No!" Melissa cried in an outburst of irritation. "I want to see him do it!"
"That's the thing, lover boy. Jack off for the little lady!"
Angry voices cut them short. "Get on with the game! We have some loaded cocks too."
The music started, the circle moved on.
Melissa was beginning to feel cheated. It was frustrating to have so many beautiful pricks thrust into her mouth and not having the pleasure of sucking them. She decided to rebel. The next one would be hers, she promised, even if she had to bite it off to keep it.
The music stopped.
A hairy scrotum dangled in front of her eyes and a long hard prick aimed at her mouth. She opened her lips to take it in, reminding herself that this cock was going to bring her pleasure. No puffing free, no moving on. This would be hers to nuzzle, to fondle, to suck dry of cum.
"You're out!" a voice cried. "Remove yourself from the game!"
She glared in the direction of the voice. "Oh shit!" she blurted.
A hand grasped her arm, tugged her to her feet. "Come with me, honey. Let's go fuck!"
She wasn't certain she wanted to go but she went, following the arm, moving away from the circle of men, from the excitement and away from all those beautiful cocks. She was mad.
The hand guided her around bodies fucking together, embracing, making passionate love. Couples were occupying any open space they could find on the floor, fucking hard and fast. All of the losers were pairing off becoming lovers, fucking and sucking. What a beautiful game, she thought.
"We can stop here," the voice said.
The tugging hand stopped and move to her shoulder. She could feel the brush of a warm body beside her, but she didn't want to look at her partner. It was more fun this way. She settled down as the hand pushed on her shoulder.
She sat down on the rug, then lay back, lying flat on the soft plush rug. She could feel the touch of his fingers on her stomach. She wouldn't look, she would prefer not to know, then she wouldn't have to feel guilty because she was giving in, because she was going to permit a stranger to play with her cunt and fuck her if desired. If she was to be fucked, then she would be fucked, but she wouldn't have to watch the man while he was doing it.
"Go on, fuck me," she chided. "I know this is the way the game is played and I promised to play the game."
"Nice girl," the voice said.
She felt the fingers on her stomach move downward, seeking the hair of her pussy, twisting it, pulling gently, like Martin used to do. She thought of how nice it would be if it could be Martin, if he was only here and he was the man who was fucking her.
Something soft touched her wet cuntlips and she felt the knob of his cock brush the hot skin. She spread her legs, opening her cunt wide, begging for the hot stiff cock to fuck her.
"Here it comes, baby," the man said.
The pressure increased, there was a brief pause as he rubbed the head of his cock in the wet pussyjuice. Then she felt it slither up into her pussy.
"I love you, Martin," she whispered. "Fuck me, darling, like I've never been fucked before."
"Yes, baby," the voice said.
The sound of the voice ripped at her memory. She opened her eyes. She looked at the face above her. "Martin? Is that you, Martin?"
"Yes, Lissa. It's me."
"Oh my God, Martin!"
"It doesn't matter, Lissa. I'm here and I'm going to fuck you!"
It was Martin, he was here and he was going to fuck her.
"Yes, Martin! Please," she begged. "Fuck me, darling!"
"I knew you would be here, Lissa," he explained in her ear. "I wanted you to come.
The last five words burned in her brain. He wanted her to come. He wanted her to be a part of the stag party. "Oh God, Martin!" she cried. "Why, darling? Why?"
"To prove I love you, baby. Sandino told me how he forced you. I took you away from the other party. I just wanted you to think it was Buck."
It was too much. She couldn't think of all those things right now. She tried to explain. "Sandino…Bucky…he…he…"
"I know, baby. I know all about it. It won't happen again."
"Oh God…" she moaned.
"It doesn't matter, darling," Martin assured her. "I love you. I want you even if I have to share you with other men."
He had to stop talking because he had pulled his cock from her hot cunt and was now down pushing his face into it. She could feel his tongue in her pussy, licking the hot juice. It curled into her wet cunt, flicked at her clit.
"But I want you for myself," he added. "Just for me."
"Oh yes, darling!" Melissa moaned. "You silly, marvelous, wonderful guy! Take me, Martin! Eat my cunt and tell me again of your love. I love your cock. I want to take it in my mouth, in my cunt, even in my ass. I want only you, darling!"
Beautiful things were happening in her body and she realized it was Martin who was causing them. She liked what he was doing and wanted more. She wanted to feel his stiff prick pumping in and out of her cunt, slapping her belly at every thrust. She wanted to feel his teeth on her tits, to know that he was making love to her because he loved her. He said that it didn't matter if he had to share her with other men, that he still loved her.
"Oh, Martin, darling! Oh, I never have to do that again. I love you! I want only you, darling! Rick me, sweetheart! Make me come with happiness!"
Then suddenly, she realized that he was fucking her. He was arched over her, his face only inches from her head, his breath warming her cheek. He was fucking her as she had never been fucked before, his gouging prick slapping against her pussy, waking her to a new plateau of pleasure.
"Fuck me, honey!" she cried. "Fuck hard! Oh Martin, fuck me hard!"
Her head was on the soft rug and she could feel her body rebound after each slamming thrust of his pumping cock. It was marvelous, so delicious. She thrashed her head back and forth, driven by the mounting pain, hoping it would never stop."Oh Martin! Ohhhhh! My cunt! Ohhhhh!"
She felt him flop down flat, his arms tight about her waist, his mouth at her ear. He was cooing, grunting, making sounds of pleasure. "OoooohhAhhhhh-Ohhhhh-Ahhhhh-uhllhh-uhhhhh. Oh Jesus!"
His hot cock was fucking in and out of her grasping cunt and at every thrust, her cuntlips became tighter, closing down around his stiff prick, preparing to suck every drop of cum from his cock. His groin was smacking her ass in a rhythmic cadence. Smack, smack, smack! She could feel the warm sweat forming above her pubic hair. It trickled down over her slit and ran along her cunt. The odor of her hot cunt wafted to her nostrils, bringing her to a higher state of excitement and passion.
She wanted to slap him, to bite him, to do anything to hurt him because he was hurting her. Hurting her and making her like it.
She was being fucked to a new height of pleasure. Then, something exploded within her cunt and the hot fluid began to trickle around the lips of her pussy.
"It's so wonderful, Martin," she whispered. "So absolutely wonderful."
She lay for a moment, still and gasping, attempting to focus her eyes, to see what was going on around her. She found herself staring at a scene which was like so many she had been involved in.
Lois was there, down on her knees, clutching Nagel's balls in both hands, her mouth enveloping his cock. As she sucked on the shaft, her fingers worked on his scrotum, kneading his balls, massaging them, bringing them to a fuller life.
Nagel was arched back, head up, his eyes closed, a smug smile on his face. It was easy to see that Lois was in the depths of ecstasy and needed help from no one.
Melissa sighed, grasped Martin around the neck, pulled him down and kissed him.
"I lost all your money, Lissa," she heard him say. "Now they can't ever make you do their bidding again."Melissa kissed him again. "Let's go home," she pleaded. "I want to take a bath, put on some perfume, then I want you to lick my cunt while I give you the best blowjob you ever had."