Melinda listened a moment to Ron's snoring, then shook her head in disgust. What was wrong with him? Only two hardons in a night? Was that all he could manage? He'd dumped two boiling loads of cum into her uterus, but she still felt empty, wanting. And there he lay, snug under the covers, his dick a wilted little worm dangled across his drained scrotum.
"Well, the hell with you," she whispered, shutting out the light as she left the room. He'd wake up in the morning, she fantasized, and find her gone. Maybe he'd wonder all the rest of his life if she'd been real or just a figment of his imagination, a man on the road's hot wet dream of sex. She hoped so. Oh, Christ, the night was so young! It couldn't be much after eleven. If Ron was out for the duration, she fucking well wasn't. And where there was one man, there were bound to be more. As she went down the hall, Melinda spoke softly, "Neil, you bastard, I only wish you could see me."
Her car as parked in the lot outside. Fortunately she'd not left it at the bar where she'd met Ron. All she had to do now was hop into that car and drive round the city, looking…
Four blocks from the Holiday Inn, she saw a garish neon sign. DREAMLAND THEATER. FINEST ADULT ENTERTAINMENT. OPEN 24 HOURS. Melinda smiled to herself. A porno theater. She'd always been just a little curious about them but she'd never had the courage to go to one before. And Neil had never shown much interest. Well, she'd seen a porno tape this afternoon, at the detective's office. Why not lay her money down and take a look at some genuine pornographic movies? What could she lose? Melinda braked, cruised round the corner, and found a parking space.
A tied-out woman in her sixties was in the ticket window. She took Melinda's three dollars and handed her a ticket, but if she had any curiosity as to why an attractive woman wanted to see a dirty movie, she didn't betray it. Melinda went inside, gave her ticket to a man who tore it in two, then directed her toward a velvety maroon curtain at the other end of the lobby.
Melinda stopped at the curtain, closing her eyes. It was an old trick of hers, one that allowed her eyes to become used to the darkness she'd find inside. That way, she wouldn't be blind when she went into the dark theater itself.
Eyes still closed, she pushed through the curtains. She could hear sounds – rock music, poorly recorded, and, mixed with that a series of groans and cries. Melinda opened her eyes.
She could see the interior of the projection area, but she could also see the large screen at the far end of the mom and, for a moment, she couldn't take her eyes away. There, in vivid color and telephoto close up, a large cock invaded a moist-looking, red-mouthed cunt. Melinda stopped at the head of the aisle she'd entered and she stared at the screen. My God, she thought. Is that how it looks?
The balls beneath the cock jiggled and quivered as the penis itself moved time and again into that yielding, accepting pussy, and Melinda watched entranced. She'd been fucked a great many times, but she'd never seen it recorded in such clinical, close up detail. The way the pussy lips moved with the invading penis. Tire milky moisture formed on the cock's barrel as it kept fucking. The way a few stray pussy hairs clung to the cock as it thrust in, broke away as it pulled out, joined it again for the inserting stroke. My God, my God, sang Melinda's brain. Dave Hammett ought to get shots like these.
The camera pulled back, and she saw the people whose private parts she'd already seen so intimately. The man was dark and hairy or an ape, the girl pale-skinned, fragile of face, but with saggy breasts and a slightly puffed belly that Melinda found rather unattractive. Still, they were fucking, on the big screen, and fucking very nicely. If they were aware of a camera a presence in the room with them, didn't advertise the fact. The girl's eyes were closed and her mouth was they in a continual moan of acceptant glee. The man played with her saw tits, his fingers pinching off the nipples. White streaks showed in her flesh where he fondled her, and she writhed against his penis with little twitches and wiggles that swallowed him time and again.
The soundtrack continued as before, while Melinda stood in the aisle, and though a man with pronounced body odor eased past her and out through the curtain, she didn't pay much attention to anything except the sight and sound ahead. "Ohhhh" and "Ahhhh" and "Mmmmmm" and "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me" emanated from the speakers, to the accompaniment of that tinny rock music, until there was a clang of cymbals and the man on screen dried his cock from his partner's clinging goo. Melinda's head eased to one side as she watched him fist his dick, shake it twice or thrice, and then spill cum all over the sag-titted girl's bush and belly.
He ejaculated in big lashings that streaked the girl's stomach, clung to her pubic fur. She reached down fingers puddling in the tuft. Some of it she massaged into her tits, some of it she scooped up with her hand, bringing it to her mouth where she licked it up avidly. Shit, thought Melinda. Why waste a big hot cum like that by spewing on her belly? Why not squirt it up her tits, where it belonged?
By now her eyes were totally adjusted to the lighting of the room and, since the scene had changed to the streets of New York, she looked about, in search of a seat.
The theater was sparsely attended this hour of the night. On old man appeared to be asleep. Two young blacks were conversing, down front in high-pitched voices that almost drowned the noise of cars onscreen. All in all, it was a sleazy-looking place, once she'd taken a look around, and she wondered why she'd bothered coming here.
Oh, what the hell? She didn't have anything better to do. Neil was in New York with his blonde floozy; Ron had dropped into dreamland after the second fuck. If she went home, she could only it sit around feeling sorry for herself. Here – who knew what could happen here? At the very least she could watch some fascinating film of people screwing. Melinda looked down on row of seats. About halfway down a man sat, coat thrown across his lap. Well, it was suitably close to the screen, yet not so close that the colors blended into blurry, eye straining melanges. She moved into the row and settled on the second seat from the aisle. I think I'm the only woman here, she reflected. A look around the room confirmed that she was right. Except for her, the theater was populated solely by men, most of them sitting in solitary isolation.
She eased back in her seat, crossed her legs, and devoted her attention to the screen. It was definitely educational, and she might even pick up a few tips from the movies.
Apparently the plot of the film in progress had something to do with a pair of sisters. One of them was a good girl, the other not so nice. The not-so-nice girl appeared to have much more fat. She was played by the saggy-breasted girl Melinda had already watched in the act of fucking, and, as her gaze returned to the screen, Melinda saw the girl enter a hotel room.
Two men were waiting for her, one of them very tall, very ugly, the other shorter, not quite so ugly. The dialogue was so forgettable Melinda had trouble following it as it was delivered, but in only a few heartbeats the girl had taken off her blouse, revealing the white, saggy breasts Melinda had noticed earlier, and each of them was captured in the mouth of one of the two men. Two men. What would, it be like, fucking two men? Melinda wondered idly. She stirred in her seat. Her ass felt a little warmer than it should.
Particularly when the girl unzipped the ugliest man's pants and hauled forth an incredibly long penis. My God! thought Melinda Stillman. Even soft, the cock looked a foot long. How could any woman handle such a prick without ripping herself apart?
The other man took out his dick and placed it alt the girl's upraised palm. It wasn't as big as his friend's – how could it be? The other man must have been desendant from a Goddamned stud horse, if his prick was any indication, but as the girl began to caress it with her hand, the dick started to grow and engorge. Erect, it must have measured eight inches, and it was erect almost before Melinda could appreciate its growth.
"I like the surprises you guys always have for me," the girl said. Her voice was shrill and nasal, very Brooklynish, and it grated on Melinda's ears. Luckily, the scriptwriter hadn't given her much dialogue to deliver. The girl knelt between the two men and, holding one cock in each hand, she began to lick them in alternation, her head shifting from side to side.
What a long tongue, thought Melinda, watching it drift across those two pecker points. The color wasn't great – the girl's tongue looked almost purple, as did the erected peckers – but the action was what counted. Melinda had never watched anyone suck or lick a prick before, and she watched with growing interest.
The girl grew more active. She took a prick into her mouth – the smaller one – and she sucked it furiously, head moving back and forth, half the eight inches disappearing between her lips. The camera was in close-up position, and nothing but cocks and mouth were on the screen. When she released the shorter dick, it was bubbly with her spit. Turning, she kissed the bigger penis on the tip, then opened her mouth and tried to take it in as she had the other.
It was a lost cause from the beginning. Long, the cock was incredibly thick in proportion, and strain as she would, she couldn't swallow more than a few inches of its massive length. Christ, Melinda thought, John Wayne would shit his pants if he knew they were making movies like this.
Successful or not, it was a gallant attempt, and Melinda felt a tension at the corners of her mouth watching the movie girl trying to suck that big cock.
"Let's gang-bang her," the smaller-peckered man suggested, and his friend concurred. The girl hurried to the bed and spread herself out in anticipation.
"Try this till we join you," the giant-cocker laughed, opening a dresser drawer and extracting a big dildo. He tossed it to the girl. She caught it, looked at it a moment as if it were the factor that had suddenly brought meaning to her life, and then she began to stroke the lips of her pussy with its plastic point. In another moment she'd wedged the tip between her cuntal flanges and was fucking it in and out with kinky, sensual wrist motions. Her eyes closed and she certainly appeared to be engrossed in the attempt to depict sexual frenzy.
"How is it?" the smaller cocked man asked as he and his naked buddy approached the bed.
"Only fair," the girl replied. "It just doesn't seem right without balls an it." She pulled the dildo from her snatch, threw it aside, and opened her legs wider. The camera zoomed in for a close-up of her wrinkled-lipped pussy.
The smaller cock appeared in her hand, and she opened her mouth to take it in. Her sucking was quick, punctuated with licks and kisses, and the prick stayed very hard, very red, as she worked on it.
Meanwhile, the bigger dude was getting between her legs. He threw one of them far to the side, so the camera would have a good shot of his fat, long prick entering the girl, and for a moment the camera obligingly dwelled upon that very sight. He might have been a little too big for her mouth, but her cunt opened greedily for him, and within seconds the big ugly man was sticking her rhythmically.
The camera pulled back for an overview of the scene – the use of zoom lenses was making Melinda a little dizzy – and treated the viewer to a clear depiction of the girl being screwed orally and vaginally by two sizable peckers, at the very same time. Melinda watched, rapt with attention. She'd never seen anything like this before, and it was absorbing, totally fascinating but something else intruded slowly upon her attention. It was a rustling sound, and not far away. She cased back in her seat, looking unobtrusively to the side.
Down the row of seats, that man, the one she'd noticed earlier, sat, and he was staring at the screen, the coat on his lap moving up and down with a rhythmic motion. Melinda looked at the movie again, but her eyes kept drifting to the side.
He wasn't really a man, she supposed, though he probably liked to think of himself as one. She doubted if he could be a day over nineteen. Nice profile, particularly when he leaned forward to peer at the double-fuck on screen. Very nice profile, in fact. Good nose, strong chin, high straight forehead, and rising up to be lost in a headful of hair. A college student? He looked like one, but so did most young men of his age group.
What interested her more, so much more, was the way his coat moved up and down. As if it were veiling something… And the way he looked at the screen, so intent upon every detail of the movie action…
Oh my God, she thought suddenly, he's playing with his cock!! Of course! There could be no other answer. He was stroking his penis, drawing inspiration from the porno film and its explicit sexual, and stimuli.
Melinda turned completely away from the movie and stared at the young man down the row. He was breathing harder, his face setting into a giveaway grimace. His lips were slightly parted – Melinda could hear the raspy breath, which seeped through those ajar lips – and the coat on his lap was moving up and down at a noticeably faster rate. Oh, she thought, he's getting closer!
The inspiration was sudden and irresistible. Melinda rose in a crouch and she moved down the aisle, planting her delectable ass upon the soft cushioned seat right beside the boy. He turned, his face paling even in the darkness, and he whooshed frightened breath through his ovaled lips.
"Shah," Melinda purred, moving her face toward him. He was very young, she saw at once. The age limit for admittance to this movie house was eighteen. Odds were, the ticket lady had asked him for an I.D. Not a day over nineteen, if that old, Melinda decided.
"What do you…"
She cut him off, cleverly. When she sat down, her ass had slightly dislodged the coat across his lap. Her hand now shot beneath it, weaving like a snake. Loud music blared from the screen. Down front, some people were talking among themselves.
Melinda heard a discernable "muthafuckah" here and there amid the conversation – but she felt as if the rest of the world had suddenly vanished. There was only this boy, only Melinda, the darkness, the seats on which they rested. That sense of isolation enfolded her and she basked in its protective blanketing.
Time seemed to slow to a crawl. She could feel each and every action in her arm as she sought about beneath his coat, and when she found his pecker, sticking from his pants, Melinda discovered it pore by pore, her fingers slowly becoming aware of the male treasure they had sought and achieved.
"Oh, lady," he moaned, a tingly whisper in the dark.
"I'm not going to hurt you," she purred, and it took an eternity to utter the words. He jerked back, still in slow motion, but as his head and shoulders moved away, his loins seemed to pivot toward Melinda, and suddenly her clutching hand was full of his hard young cock.
"You poor child," she sighed, "does it make you so hot to watch other people having fun?"
He didn't answer, but he wasn't looking at the screen, either. His eyes were focused on Melinda's, and the connection was almost visible, like a beam of light running between their faces. She sucked in her breath, then squeezed his cock, and suddenly his face had thrust toward hers, and she was kissing him hotly. Under the coat her hand began to fly up and down, teasing his cock, shucking it, milking it in the soft moistness of her palm. He groaned into her open mouth and she stabbed him with her tongue. Oh, God, she thought, am I the same Melinda Stillman who got out of bed this morning? I was a faithful wife then, your typical garden-variety all-American homemaker style. And what am I now?
I'm a woman whose husband was gone straying, she told herself. I've seen it on videotape, I've heard it from the lips of airline and hotel desk clerks. So if Neil Stillman doesn't want me, then I'm available to anyone else who does Dave Hammett, in his office. Ron what's-his-name at the Holiday Inn. A lonely young man frigging himself at a dirty movie. And this is only the beginning.
"No-no-no-no," she chirped, prying her mouth from his. God, when he got started basing he didn't want to stop. And his cock felt like a fence post an her hand, throbbing the way no fence post ever did, pulsating with the hot young blood of lusty excitement.
She eased her face back, lips pursed for a long distance blown kiss, and her fingers teased the spongy resilience of his swollen peckerknob.
He groaned and seemed to lift a little in his seat. Mmmm, she thought, he doesn't give a shit what they're doing on screen now. He'd lucked onto something a hell of a lot better than masturbation fantasies.
"Let me show you how much better," she smiled, lifting the coat that had so far remained in place across his lap.
A lovely cock! She was getting to be quite a connoisseur of peckers, Melinda reflected. Well, Neil had driven her to it. Men had no monopoly on catting around, nor on sexual desire either. She nodded smugly as she looked down at the boy's bare rod. Long, rather slender, but hard as a rock, and so inflamed it seemed to glow in the dark theater's interior. She leaned across the arm rest, tongue already out, and her fingers swayed the cock to meet that hungry, lascivious tongue.
"Oh, shit," he sighed, jerking as if electricity had been shot thin ugh his body. The action made his cock leap up, up to make contact with Melinda's frisky tongue.
She land his pecker tip, softly at first but with an impatient frenzy that built and mounted. He must have been playing with himself for some time, she decided, because she could taste the preliminary leakage of cum from his slitted aperture. God, she'd not tasted such fresh young semen since she was this young herself. And not much of it then. She's always been a good girl, curious, interested, but faithful, too. And what had faithfulness gotten her? A husband who took up with a perky blonde. Well, the Goddamned hell with faithfulness! She slurped up the dribblings of cum on the boy's dong, washing him till the velvety flesh of his knob was sloppy with her drool, and then she welcomed him into the treasure chamber of her mouth.
He sank deeply, but not so deeply as she'd liked to have taken him. Melinda remembered that videotape, of Kathy swallowing almost the whole of Neil's throbbing dick, and she wished she could do it too. But her mouth seemed incapable and she could only offer this stranger the best head in her power. Hope it's good enough, she thought, knowing it would be.
She sucked wickedly at the portion of him she was able to swallow, and her tongue washed round and round the hard length as it moved in and out her mouth. Her fingers anchored his base, reached into the undone fly to fickle his swollen balls too, and he writhed in his seat, hands flying here and there. Sometimes they touched Melinda. Once a set of fingers moved beneath her, closing for a moment upon the tip of one breast.
But it was a shy pinch, not at all bold and assertive, as if he were half afraid of her despite his pecker in her mouth. Melinda chuckled around his rod, remembering how bashful young boys could sometimes be, even when their cocks were standing up and hungering for release. She pulled his hand to her breast and fitted it round the full swelling prominence, clamping down until she knew he was brave enough to cup her without assistance.
His hand was tense around her boob, but it was strangely comforting, and she felt her nipple begin to ache inside the beige brassiere. Something else ached, too. Something moist and pink, fringed in hair, sheltered between her sleek thighs. Her pussy.
She was taking excellent care of his momentary sexual needs, but what about her own? Melinda swallowed hard, pulling his cock into her mouth for a bathing in hot saliva, and she slipped her free hand down, down.
Lifting the hem of her short skirt, she planted her fingers upon the panty-covered puff of cunt and she began to massage herself in strokes that matched and counter pointed her oral massage of the boy's penis. God, it felt so good! His cock in her mouth, her fingers slithering up and down the crotch of her panties, where a moist pussy had already begun to glue itself to the covering of nylon. She punched at her slit, driving finger and panties alike into the crease, and she writhed against that stroking finger, legs twitching as she grew more excited.
This morning, masturbation had seemed a terribly pathetic means of satisfying herself, but this was so much different. She wasn't sitting on the john trying to soothe her sexual tensions while her husband bone-tired from fucking another woman ill night snored away in the bedroom. She was pleasuring a man with her mouth, pleasuring herself with her finger – oh, God!! Was she ever pleasuring herself!! She could smell male presence, could taste it on her lapping tongue, and her body hummed with a bright, happy intensity.
She felt the panties beginning to unravel beneath her thrusting fingertip. And why not? She was in herself, finger and panties, almost to the hilt. Wetness had already sopped through the nylon, and the flimsy material couldn't stretch indefinitely.
Her nails were sharp and tapered, and Melinda sighed "Ohhhh" around the cock in her mouth as the nylon yielded and tore and she was stabbing a bate finger through the rent, into an equally bare, juicily wet pussy.
The muscles were eager, and they clenched at the fucking finger with vehemence. Melinda twitched about even more energetically than she had before, and her mouth moved faster on the boy's cock. He was still holding her by one, guiding her head with his other hand, and his cock danced and jiggled in the inescapable trap of her suctioning mouth.
There was no way he could resist her for long, especially since he'd been playing with his peter for God knew how long prior to her approach. Melinda knew that, yet she took a perverse pleasure in denying him his climax as long as possible. Her tongue fluttered inside her mouth, and once or twice she allowed him to slide wetly forth so she might nibble and lick the fat, swollen cum-tube on the underside of his shaft. Oh, Christ, did he ever moan and groan when she did that! She knew from her experience with Neil that men enjoyed a certain amount of teasing in that area, but she carried it to extremes now, using her teeth like vicious baby piranhas on him.
"Oh, don't…" he moaned softly, arching his pecker up, up, and Melinda moaned too, for she felt the unmistakable convulsions of his organ, the giveaway that he was about to… She gabbed him and angled his cock toward her mouth, but apparently the very act of touching him sent the boy irretrievably over the edge. His cock began to squirt hot splattering semen even before she could part her lips and suckle the tip of him back into her mouth where the boiling juice would not be wasted.
At the same time she continued to fig herself, finger snaking through the rent in her panties, and her clit was a suddenly burning orchid of ecstasy, woman's juices pouring from her pussy in a stream thick enough, musky enough, to make the entire theater smell like a Chinese whorehouse.
Or so it seemed to Melinda, as she drank hot cum and fucked her clever finger, all at the same time. It was good cum, she thought as her lapping tongue played among the squirted gobs. Young cum. Hot cum. Delicious cum. She wanted more of it.
"Suck me, suck me," he pleaded, as if she had any intention of stopping. Jesus, she would suck him dry!
He kept coming, shooting the stuff into her gaping mouth, and it was rolling from her lips, splattering onto the crotch of his pants. Oh, God, there was so much of it! Perhaps he'd been sitting here in the dark, masturbating himself for hours, waiting only for the moment when his hands would drive him to a gushing orgasm just like this one. Or maybe it was the quality of her sucking. She didn't know, she didn't care. All that mattered was that Melinda felt herself drowning in hot semen and she couldn't wait to go down for the third time.
Her own climax was petty in comparison, but it was a climax all the same, and she'd shared it with another personhe way orgasms were meant to be shared. Never again, she thought. Never again will I be the pathetic little Melinda I used to be. If Neil doesn't want it, there's a world of men who do. She sucked at the boy's cock, teeth grinding softly on the barrels until her lapping tongue assured her that he was drained, that no matter how she teased, coaxed, cajoled, he could not spill another bubble of cum into her mouth. Regretfully, she lifted her head, patting his cock in appreciation of a job well down.
"Jesus," he said in a tight, faraway voice. Melinda tucked his cock back into his pants, then zipped them quietly. Her mouth was sticky with leaked-out cum, but as her tongue emerged to lick up the spill, she didn't care. No matter what it had done to her lipstick.
"I… I only had five dollars when I went out," he said, taking her by the wrist, "and it cost me three to get into the movies. All I have left is two, and I know that isn't enough…"
"Oh, hell," Melinda whispered back, "Do all men have this problem? Ron had thought her to be a hooker, too. And now this boy. Oh, it was too bloody much!" She looked up at the screen. Apparently the other film had ended during that lowly blowjob, for she didn't recognize any of the faces or bodies now laid out before her.
Wait! There was the really ugly man with the foot-long cock. He was – oh, Jesus – he was sticking it – yes! – into the asshole of a thin, blonde girl who looked like she was playing hooky from high school to take part in this filming. Little pointed tits with pink nipples, a saucy, impudent face, a small triangle of dark blonde pubic hair – she reminded Melinda very much of Neil's friend Kathy. But it wasn't the same girl. Kathy was slightly heavier in the ass, slightly fresher of face. Both of them gorgeous, yes, but… "I can't pay you," the boy was saying into her ear. "I'm sorry." Melinda realized that she still had her finger under her skirt, buried in her wet pussy. With a giggle she pulled it out, then waved the finger back and forth in her young friend's face. "Yes," she said, "you certainly can pay me. Take me somewhere and fuck me, till I smell like this all over!"
"Oh, wow," he said, quavering. His fingers were like little iron bands on Melinda's wrist.
"Come on," she added. "Let's go somewhere and do it. Really do it. And it won't cost you anything except an erection."
As they hurried up the aisle, Melinda took one last look at the screen. The Kathy-like blonde was still being corn holed vigorously. How her little anus ever expanded enough to take in that monster cock was beyond Melinda's understanding, but as she went through the curtain, she thought smugly, up both their asses! Kathy's and Neil's! She was on the prowl for Goddamned sure and, if her luck held, she'd do a lot better than she could at home.