by Doris Joe
Fast forward to the next bout. Melanie cleared the top of the dresser, which is about three feet high, then lay down on it with her left leg lying vertically up against the wall and her right leg splayed wide with her foot on the floor, just as I had predicted to Tina. In this position her pussy was aligned directly with the video camera, a fact that I was sure she was entirely aware of. Jim stood between her spread legs, at the end of the dresser, and jacked her hard for at least twenty minutes before filling her up again. Mel was looking very pleased with herself when he was done.
Another break, another nap for Jim, and Melanie awakens him by sucking on his dick, then rolls onto her side facing him, pulls her right knee up to her chest and pulls Jim into position over her left leg, which is extended straight and is now between his legs as he mounts her and does her from the side, sitting upright on his knees and burying his gigantic joint to the balls in my wife's fully exposed, super-expanded, dripping wet pussy with each powerful stroke. Mel holds her right leg to her chest throughout another fifteen minutes of pussy pounding and screams as Jim comes up her once more.
The next act was Jim doing her up against the bedroom wall with Mel's legs wrapped around his hips and him pinning her in place with his body. This was the part where Tina called out to them and they moved over to our bedroom door, all of which took place off camera.
Next up was a face fuck. Melanie lay stretched out on the bed with her head tilted back over the end to give Jim a straight run from mouth to throat. Jim stood in front of her wide open mouth, slid the Beast home all the way to his scrotum, then pounded away until it throbbed steadily, delivering a pipeline of semen direct to Melanie's throat. Melanie slurped and swallowed, slurped and swallowed, slurped and swallowed.
After that it was ass time. Melanie faced the wall, supporting her weight on her spread arms, that perfect ass sticking out, legs spread wide, and Jim drove the meat pole up her ass, spreading her cheeks wide to get maximum access. Mel's long, elegant legs in their black seamed stockings and heels seemed to go on forever before reaching her perfect round ass, framed by black garters, with that massive length of pipe slithering in and out of it as Jim hammered away. She bent farther and farther forward, grinding her ass back harder and harder, as the ass-fuck went on and on, until Jim finally erupted up there and the Beast slithered back out of its favourite lair.
Mel commented, “Mmm, that was a good one. It felt like I was riding an oak tree.” There were a couple of frames of the two of them sleeping, which the timer showed to have actually been a couple of hours between three and five in the morning, then Mel stirred and woke Jim by sucking strongly on his cock. When it was fully engorged, Melanie rolled up onto her knees and gripped the headboard with both hands, spreading her knees wide, lowering her head and sticking her ass up in the air. Jim moved in behind her and drove the Beast forcefully up her ass once again. Mel took all sixteen inches up her enormously expanded rectum as if it was the easiest and most pleasurable thing in the world, and rode it like a bronc rider. Evidently a long weekend of practise had paid off! A protracted ass reaming ensued, by the end of which Mel was obviously moaning continuously and her tits were flying in all directions as Jim held her by the hips and drilled her ass like an oil rig bit boring a new well. Jim stayed up there when they both collapsed face down on the bed.
In their next encounter Jim had Melanie in the wheelbarrow position. Her arms were supporting her weight with her hands on the floor, her stocking-clad legs were being held at Jim's sides by the ankles and his dick was embedded in her pussy. Jim was rocking his hips and pulling on her ankles to drive his cock in and out as he 'wheeled' her around the room. Both of them were laughing hilariously as Mel walked on her hands and Jim fucked her from behind. Eventually Mel collapsed on the floor, still laughing. Jim followed her down and continued doing her in the prone position.
Another brief rest was followed by Melanie sucking Jim off again in a prolonged sixty-nine, this time with Mel on the bottom. Jim worked assiduously on her pussy from above, Mel's black-stockinged thighs up around his ears, as the Beast crawled in and out of my wife's throat with her sucking like a vampire, until she eventually swallowed a long drink of Jim juice.
The final climactic scene was Melanie riding Jim in the cowgirl position. She had been at it for quite some time before Tina and I entered the room to join them.
“And the rest you know,” said Mel as I stopped the video.
“You certainly did him proud, if you'll pardon the pun,” I commented.
Mel giggled. “Hey, your Little Witch is no slouch either,” she countered.
“She certainly isn't,” I agreed. “She can have me any time,” I added, just to be provocative. It didn't work.
“And she probably will,” my lovely wife speculated amiably.
“Meaning, you have plans to screw her husband stupid again soon, so you will be happy if she keeps me busy,” I observed.
“You got it,” Mel admitted, with a saucy grin. “Now, do you want to see if I can do that ass-fuck thing of Titsy's as well as she can?” “You bet,” I drawled, in a fair imitation of Jim's cowboy accent. Turns out, she could.
CHAPTER TWELVE
I was so, so nervous, I thought they could all hear my heart pounding throughout the living room. I had never had this many before. Flirting with a bunch of drunk guys while tending bar was one thing. This was totally different. No longer the sassy barkeep, I smiled and giggled and acted like a shy schoolgirl. Little glances here and there, averting their eyes, shoulder up, one foot turned inward.
And I felt small! I was pretty sure these guys were used to buxom blondes or something. Well, maybe not, if they’re spending their Friday night here. But I figured they’d want the kind of big, fake boobs they see in pornos. And here I was - petite, practically flat-chested.
“Don’t be a-shy,” the lady said with her annoying accent.
“Okay!” I said like an irritable child, but still staring at my feet as I stepped closer to the horde. The guys, five or six of them, seemed to like that. They towered over me. Big bellies here and there. Muscles. Thick arms. Big heads. Man boobs. Hairy. Not hairy. They all had their shirts off. A few of them had their pants off. Some had their hands in their underwear, stroking themselves, getting ready. Some grins. Some smiles.
At least one affectionate look I could smile back at. One had a grimace. I bit my lip looking at him and that scowl. I didn’t want to think what he had in his mind. Some were still sitting. Three of them surrounded me. As I walked into their circle, they started groping my little half-Asian body. I shrunk as if I were being tickled, giving out nervous laughs and sudden gasps. I was trying to act like a scared but curious virgin.
Jeez, their hands were all over me! A big hand stroking my hair. A cold hand on my neck. One playing with the collar of my white dress shirt. One undoing the tie. Another going for the buttons. I felt a body rub up against me from behind. One played with the hem of my plaid, pleated skirt. And they were moaning, going, “Mm,” and, “Ah,” as if a waiter had brought out the first course for dinner.
“She so ready,” Lee the lady said, her hands clasped together, proud. She was in her work clothes dress shirt with the buttons popped open showing lots of cleavage, and her orange pencil skirt. But the men were ready for me.
“Say hello,” she prodded me.
“Shut up,” I said instinctively. The guy hanging by the doorway—“Doc” as he liked to be called—cleared his throat and gave me a stern look. I bit my lip. Maybe he didn't like how I was talking to Lee in front of the "guests." But the guys grinned at each other, amused by the apparent mother/daughter interaction. It probably helped to make me seem more like a disrespectful, bubblegum-chewing teenager.
The annoying lady tapped me on the back to push me forward. I pulled away from her so she wouldn’t touch me, but I complied. I closed my eyes to get into it. Find the right mental space and you can be the part, not just play the part, my drama teacher once told me. So, I ima
gined a lover’s hands, but times four. All over me. Worshipping me. Appreciating me. Loving me.
My breathing changed. A moan escaped me. A pinch of my nipple made me smile wider. A run up my thigh made me go, “Ooh!” A pat on the ass made me gasp and pretend to be angry, but then I stuck my butt out for another spank. They lifted my schoolgirl skirt up, making me gasp again.
Another spank. Another, “Oh!” from me. A spank from another man. “Ay,” I said, nasally, stomping my foot like I wanted to get away but instead moving closer to one of the guys. I didn’t know any of them, except for Doc, of course, who used to know my Dad when he was alive. As one stranger buried his face in my neck and another squatted down to ram his face up my skirt, I decided to give them names. “Hairy” with the hairy back and “Grouchy” with the funny grimace were still grabbing at me. In my headspace, I was loving it and whimpering for more. “Dopey” with the cartoonish face kept wanting to kiss me. His face was close to mine, his ugly tongue sticking out at me, a goofy groan coming from him.
How ugly he was. But I took his face in my hand and sucked his tongue like it was the greatest popsicle this girl ever sucked. I pushed my hair back and focused on his wondrous tongue, battling it for control, wanting to taste every inch of it, sucking it, licking it, cooing as I did so.
He loved my performance. My other hand was on Hairy and his furry chest as he sidled up to me, his own tongue coming at me. I released Dopey and turned to Hairy and welcomed him into my mouth. Dopey smiled at that and nodded.
Grouchy continued scowling, muttering something. I think he said, “yeah, slut,” or something like that. I went back to Dopey for a cutesy kiss, two quick pecks that he enjoyed. I turned back to Hairy and licked his lips. And then I turned to Grouchy. He grabbed what little breasts I had and could’ve ripped them off the way he was manhandling them.
I had one hand on Dopey and the other on Hairy, while Grouchy was in the middle, glaring down at me, the side of his mouth curled up in a snarl. His hands went up around my throat. When I whimpered, he gave me a light slap on the cheek.
“Easy,” I heard Doc say from the doorway.
Grouchy glared at him before turning back to me.
“Kiss him, too,” the bitch said, hanging on the, “ooh,” like I was still a teenager. I clicked my tongue like I was annoyed. But I stepped up to him. He was a good foot taller than me. I placed my hands on his massive chest. He grabbed my skinny little arms with his rough hands. I stood on my tippy-toes. He helped by pulling me up. I puckered my lips up to kiss him.
He kissed me, sloppily jamming his tongue here and there, grunting as he did so, tightening his grip around my arms before he stopped and pulled away, a sliver of saliva connecting us for a second before it broke away. I looked at him lovingly, like I had been kissed for the first time. He wasn’t scowling anymore.
I smiled shyly and retreated into the arms of Hairy and Dopey and they welcomed me with more fondling and groping as they continued playing with my clothes, finally getting my dress shirt open to reveal my bra.
“There you go,” said a guy on the couch. “Nerdy” I called him because of his thick, black-rimmed glasses. He was sitting forward on the couch, in his underwear, looking at us, biting his lip, nodding at what he was seeing. “Come to me,” he said. He gestured for me to come over.
Dopey still wanted to kiss and I gave his tongue a few more flicks and licks before turning to Nerdy. I strolled toward him with my shirt open. He sat back on the couch, his hand inside his underwear. I pushed my hair behind my ear slowly, looking at him like I was so horny. Be horny, I told myself, letting my hand slip down to my skirt, lifting the hem a little. Nerdy liked that, his mouth agape as he continued stroking himself. He was bulging now and couldn’t keep it in his underwear.
And I got my first glimpse.
A cock.
I gasped and stopped in my tracks, hands curled up on my chest, like a little fraidy-cat.
The men laughed a little. Nerdy stroked his cock even harder and looked at me like he was about to conquer me. He kept motioning for me to come over.
I stood there, mouth open, breathing hard.
“Don’t be afraid of it!” the annoying lady said.
“Yeah, there’s plenty more than that coming, baby!” one of the guys said and they all laughed again. I made a show of considering it. Then I exhaled loudly and said, “Okay,” to which the men approved. And I started towards Nerdy again. I took a deep breath. Cocks were not new to me, of course, no matter how bashful I was pretending to be here. But Nerdy had his cock out. Dopey was starting to take his underwear off.
Two cocks. Hairy was stroking his, a plump little thing getting bigger by the second. Grouchy saw them undressing and began pulling off his boxers. His plopped out with a bounce, an evil-looking thing.
Four cocks. And “Grandpa” had the ginormous one. He was on the love seat, patiently waiting his turn, a bemused look on his old face, and his monster cock with its huge head just standing there like a light pole, a dark reddish thing sticking out his pasty white, shriveled up body.
That’s five dicks for my little pussy! No doubt Doc would take his turn, too. Doc always took a freebie from me. It’s like he was entitled. He had been my first customer when I was sixteen, though I didn’t realize it at the time. I still remember that night - him under my covers, drying my tears, shushing me, while laying on top of me, holding me tight, fucking me.
Nerdy took my hands into his. I stood between his legs. He kissed my hands like a gentleman. “Aw,” the other men moaned, mocking him. They began to move slowly toward us.
The lady clapped approvingly. “See how nice they are,” she said to me, but I ignored her. Nerdy pulled me closer, felt me up a little, stood up while I cowered and shrunk under his full height. The men were right behind me now. Nerdy then turned me and sat me on the couch ever so gently. But once he had me on the couch, it was a feeding frenzy. The men piled onto me and more hands crawled all over me like slimy tentacles, poking, prodding and probing every inch of me, every cranny, every hole.
My panties were pulled off. Fingers were digging into me. My legs were being spread. My little tits were attacked again. The shirt was pulled off. The bra was snapped off. Someone pulled on my hair too hard. But I relished all of it. Every part of me was an erogenous zone right now. My black shoes were taken off. My white knee-high socks were peeled off. A wet finger tapped my clit. Ooh. A hand grabbed at my thighs. Mm. A wet tongue was between my toes. Eww. But I fucking loved it, dammit. Every touch, every grope, and every caress got a sweet whimper from me. Hairy wanted more tongue-play and I obliged him. Nerdy wanted some, too, and I gave him a lot. Every kiss a lover’s kiss, I told myself.
I was fully nude now. They picked me up and laid me on the mat they had waiting for me. “Fuck her, fuck her, fuck her,” the bitch was singing, clapping as she did so. What an embarrassing idiot, I thought. “And she suck sooo good,” she added. Thanks for the pressure. I felt Hairy’s cock first as he knelt beside my head and brought it close to my face. Yummy, sweet cock. I took it into my mouth with a satisfied moan. People had always told me how great I was at sucking cock. I always believed it. I always liked having my mouth in the shape of an O as I took a man’s wonderful dick and licked and sucked and slurped the hell out of it.
Just having that warm thing resting in my mouth was sweet and comforting. When he was pulling away, I gave the tip a goodbye kiss. Hairy liked that and patted my head.
I turned my head to find another cock waiting for me. I didn’t know whose it was. I didn’t care. I closed my eyes and just opened my mouth. Whoever it was guided his cock in and I got to work on it. Someone else had his strong hands on my tiny waist. He was rubbing his cock against the lips of my moist pussy. I started whimpering in anticipation. Someone rested their hand on my head. Someone was squeezing my nipples. I liked and needed that. The cock started its entry.
I was timing my reaction just right. I looked up at Grandpa as he worked his
cock into me. I gave out a few quick breaths. I waited for him to push it in. When he was ready, I threw my head back, releasing Grouchy’s cock from my mouth. Just as he pounded into me, I screamed out, “Unh!”
I knew the men loved it.
“Ungh!!” I screamed again as Grandpa fucked me. “Oh my God!” I said, wincing and gasping. “Oh my God, oh my God! Ungh!” After Grandpa got into his rhythm, I took Grouchy’s cock back into my mouth. I continued moaning and groaning while I tried to suck. Gramps's mean and wonderful cock was punishing me, teasing me, punishing me, pleasing me. Grandpa jumped off and Dopey got his in. Thank God I was wet. And some of Grandpa’s cum was in me, too. Dopey pumped a few times into me in a hurry before pulling out.
Nerdy practically tripped on himself wanting to get next. “Oh, fuck!” I was saying as I welcomed him. He laid on top of me, which bothered Hairy because he couldn’t suck on my nipples anymore. Nerdy seemed like he was going for a record, trying to thrust into me as hard as he could. I played along, wincing and grimacing and muttering, “Oh!” and yelling a pipsqueak, “Ow!” and cursing every time he pounded into me.
My hands thrashed about. Grouchy grabbed one of my hands and wrapped my little fingers around his thick cock. When Nerdy was done trying to hit my wall, he rolled over. Hairy jumped into place, but Grouchy was pulling me from the floor.
