Melissa really didn’t want to tell Tom anything about
what was going on. Tom had his own cute little swinger
girl on the side for quite a while. That was one of the
reasons that he told Melissa to go out and pick up
someone. With all the discussions of free love, open
sex, orgies, etc., it was Tom that opened the door for
Melissa. And Melissa would have just left Tom out of
the communications. Remember, he said that she didn’t
even have to tell him.
Tom was so egocentric that he missed out on learning
about Melissa’s hardcore fantasies. Oh, he heard her
say a couple of times that she thought about big black
penises. But he never bothered to try to get the
specifics – like that she wanted to be stretched big,
that she dreamt of huge blacks pounding her over and
over, that she thought that she would have made a great
whore in another life, or that she recently became
interested in the way that Nigerian men use the label
Jezebel. And he certainly didn’t know that she had a
masochistic bent for being beat with large penises
until her vagina was completely changed. That is a
fairly long list of what Tom did not know.
But, now Tom also did not know that Melissa had just
been stretched, and that some of that stretch is
already permanent. That condition, and the fact that
she wanted to go back for more, drove her need to tell
Tom. Fucking around was one topic. And she thought Tom
should be fine with that, since he suggested it and
partakes of it himself. But Melissa was quite sure that
her vagina being split, healing larger, then split
more, and then healing still larger, over and over and
over – well, she was sure that Tom should probably be
prepared for that reality. And by telling him the
truth, she might find out just how kinky he really is,
as opposed to how kinky he says that he is.
Martin told Melissa that he was planning a big weekend
for her. He thought, in the days prior, she should just
heal and smoothly stretch from now through Thursday. He
wanted her to use her ice dildo several times each
evening and leave a more typical but large dildo in her
vagina at all other times. That made complete sense to
Melissa and generally matched her own, well thought
out, plan. It would certainly help heal her closer to
the level that the guys would need to restart with.
Besides, she wanted a routine that she could use
throughout all the future intense fucking that she
hoped would happen. She startled, realizing that the
planning, alone, was making her hot.
And that, in turn, gave her another realization that
she must really be a hardcore Jezebel. She was one who
was into a very special S&M. The thrill of giant
penises physically remaking her vagina? With all the
changes already done, and the many changes that might
happen soon, she thought Tom should know what was
occurring.
She called him at a time previously scheduled for a
standard check in. At first, both bounced the mundane
daily activities off of each other, with assurance that
each person was doing well in those types of functions.
Then she told him that she wanted to discuss a new sex
perversion that happened right after he left town.
He acted surprised and definitely was very excited.
“Give me all the details ”
And she did give him the details: the visiting post
docs, the friendly work place, the slow increase of
personal stories, Martin’s stories of ritualistic sex
practices, specifically the Jezebel stories, the photo
album, being turned on by something so perverse, seeing
that Martin had a bigger and harder penis that she
imagined in her fantasy, fucking Martin, fucking all
three, that they had already enlarged her, and that it
was all done within the view of the graduate residence
hall under bright light.
There was silence on the phone.
“Melissa, Jim Wroth called me in the middle of the
night, Monday, stammering about looking out his hall
window with his scope and clearly seeing my wife being
violently screwed by a black man. He was fairly sure
that there was a second black man later. If two, then
they both had huge penises. Jim even thought that they
fucked you so hard that you might have bled. And, now,
you confirm much more than he dreamed of.”
Silence again. Melissa could not immediately think of
anything to say.
Tom jumped in again. “I love it, love it, love it. You
dirty little bitch. You’ve outdone me. I thought some
of my extreme stuff could never happen. But you went
out there and did more than I dreamt.”
“You’re not mad?”
“Honey, when Jim gave me that report, now I am not
kidding you, I called home and verified that you still
were gone. Then, I must have jacked off about three
times that night. And I didn’t even know the details,
until you just told me. Now I know that the night was
much more than poor ole Jim saw. It is as if we were in
psychic sync and just did not know it. I mean, I have
wanted a lot of filthy things to be done to that pretty
little bod of yours, and was actually afraid to tell
you because some were so bad. And here you have monster
penises doing more to you than I did ever imagine.”
Melissa laughs. “Tom , you’ve reminded me why we
married and went on this crazy trip together. We’re
both way out there.”
“Hmmm… You know what, I even had one of those awful
nasty fantasies where I contracted out a lot of work to
be done to you. Of course, it covered my turn ons. But,
by golly, I think that you have found the guys who
would like such a deal. When are you supposed to see
them again?”
“I am resting up right now. You’d laugh at my therapy.
Don’t ask. But Martin wanted me to be back in action by
this weekend. I’m already looking forward to it.”
“Ha I’ll bet you are. Hey, any pics, juicy details, or
just anything that you think would entertain me, you
make sure and send it all to me.”
“Oh, I am sure that I will get something, and I
certainly will send it over when I do.”
“I’ll be waiting, that is, for the details… (snicker)
(snicker).”
“Ha yourself. I really appreciate your perversion.” And
she smooches goodbye.
And they finished up their phone call in good spirits.
Now Tom knew or should she say already knew. And he
liked the idea When Melissa told Martin of the phone
call, he was pleased to find out that Tom was going
right along. However, Martin was most impressed by
Tom’s friend Jim. That report that Jim gave to Tom
confirmed that hall residents were actually watching.
In Martin’s mind, Jim had to be just one of many who
watched closely.
There Is A Whore At The Door
On Friday, Melissa was supposed to drop over to the
fellows’ house at 9:00 PM. With the length of the
summer days, there was still some light outside when
the doorbell rang. Robert opened the door. There stood
Melissa, with two long dark pony tails, red high heels,
red thigh high hose, a red sparkle tank top and no
skirt. She did, though, have a red thong on.
“Get in here.” And Robert and Martin both yanked her
through the door. Everyone was laughing at the audacity
of this woman. Robert had both pony tails held out,
while looking straight into her face and was saying,
“You are so sexy, very brave, and maybe quite insane.”
Martin had fallen back into a chair near the stairway,
breaking into fits of laughter. And Christopher was
caught coming down the stairs again, this time asking,
“What happened?” Then, upon seeing Melissa, he said,
“Oh, wow, she happened.” Everyone complimented her on
her outfit and its minimalist style.
It was quite suspect, when, looking for any immediate
excuse, Robert suggested that they go out somewhere to
celebrate, uh, maybe just to celebrate the beginning of
a weekend, or maybe celebrate Melissa’s outfit? For
either reason, Robert said that he knew where to go.
Melissa was wondering where they could possibly take
her, dressed the way that she was dressed. Robert told
her not to worry, and they all headed for Robert’s car.
In about ten minutes, Robert pulled up at the city’s
infamous xxx book store. They all piled out and headed
inside. Robert knew the black man behind the counter.
He enjoyed seeing his friend’s eyes almost fall out of
his head. Robert introduced Melissa to “Kai”, and said,
“We’re just looking…” Laughs all around. Kai came
from Nigeria also and was just working the evening
shift for extra college money. Robert knew that Kai had
a very large penis, because he had seen him use it back
in Nigeria.
“Have many customers?
Kai replied, “There are few in the book racks and
several more back in the film booths.”
Melissa began strolling down the magazine aisle,
looking at all the xxx covers. A white guy came around
the corner and turned whiter, when he saw Melissa.
Martin, Robert and Christopher brightened up, and
Martin said,
“Have you met our girl?”
“Noooo.” in a low tone, was his only response.
“Melissa, show him your thong.”
She spins around in front of the man showing her
beautiful figure and outfit.
Martin again, “No, Melissa, I meant show him your
thong.”
Now she understood the dirty joke. She smoothly slipped
off the thong and held it up for the man to see. He had
a difficult time keeping his eyes on the thong. Rather,
his eyes kept shifting to her fantastic bare pelvis.
Martin called her back over to him, and then the white
guy got to watch her ass move over to the counter. He
appeared very happy; beaming might be the word.
“Kai, is that sex seat still on display?”
“Sure is Martin. It’s around the corner.”
Everyone, including the white guy, peered around the
corner. Against the outside wall was a multi-colored
metal tube frame contraption. It had a sort of bicycle
seat central, and a way to stretch out the girl semi
reclining, with her legs supported wide in many
possible positions.
It would hold her at a level for a guy to stand normal
and fuck away. Actually, the height was quickly
adjustable; so, any stature of man could be
accommodated. Martin told Melissa to try it out for
size.
She went over, climbed in, spread her legs real wide on
the middle rungs, and looked very comfortable. The
white guy is about to have that heart attack. Martin
just pretended to scratch his chin.
“I don’t know. Something is missing. Kai. Why don’t you
go over and show us how it works.”
Kai was very cooperative, and started stripping off his
shirt and pants. Martin leaned over and whispered in
Kai’s ear that this was their American Jezebel, and
that Kai was free to use everything he had. Kai smiled
real big. And Melissa suspected what Martin had told
him. At that moment, his baggy boxer shorts dropped.
And the biggest penis yet started filling immediately.
Melissa thought this unbelievable. Where had these men
been hiding? In another world, or just another country?
And how could they get bigger? Kai was really
monstrous. He had at least another full inch in length
on Robert, not as wide as Robert maybe, but wider than
Christopher.
As he walked over to Melissa, his penis was coming up
to full staff. He liked to chew on nipples, so he
pulled Melissa’s tank top up over her head and threw it
over to Martin. Then he bent over and did chew on
Melissa for a few minutes. She was stimulated very
well. His fingers touched her opening. He had brought
over some house lube and, even though she was wet, he
placed some in her opening. Then he placed the head of
his penis on target and started to enter her. That head
was slightly smaller than Melissa’s fist.
Yet, soon, his the head was in her. She was arching
back in the seat. The seat was made to push her opening
forward and spread it; its structure had gravity,
angles and just about everything going for it. Kai was
very happy with this white woman. So small. Yet, so
muscular. And so good on his penis. He pushed forward
three to four inches, and starting the true screwing
motions. Melissa was already squealing and cumming. He
put it in farther. Farther. Farther.
She was stuck on two thirds of him. Kai’s large head
was easily seen poking up and around in her gut as he
did the twisting, screwing motion. Kai looked around to
Martin, and gave a questioning look; it was as if to
ask if Martin was sure about the classification of this
little woman. Martin fanned his right wrist and hand in
a ‘go on, go on, go on’ motion.
That was when Kai started to pump deeper and harder.
Soon, the thumping sound within Melissa was filling the
room. She held onto handles that were built into the
chair, with her legs remaining wide, and her high heels
now planted in stirrup type rings. She panted, grunted,
groaned, and moaned, all while her vagina tried to take
the penis. It looked like a forearm going in and out of
her. In addition to the thumping that he was doing, he
was making her pop, both going in and coming out.
He bent over her and bit her right nipple. She screamed
and came harder. Then he bit the left nipple.
Screaming, cumming, arching, ugh type sounds; there was
a little bit of everything. The nipple distraction had
allowed him to surprise her with more length. A minimum
of ten inches slipped into her. Kai looked over at
Martin once more. Again, the ‘go on, go on, go on’
motion.
Kai began plowing her big time. After only a few more
minutes, he buried it in her and met her pelvis to
pelvis.
While still buried, he pulsated and jerked the large
penis, just to see the tiny white body be flipped up
and down with it. She smiled and laughed each time that
he did the maneuver. Now Kai was getting more excited,
he felt her become just a hair wider at the same time
that she screamed loudly. A small rip, perhaps, and a
small amount of blood. But it was insignificant to
Melissa. It was becoming obvious to Melissa that it was
going to take a lot more shocking fucking to continue
anything like the changes that occurred earlier in the
week.
She may have not quite understood how nice Kai was
being at that moment. He was, in fact, capable of
making more of a major type of change in Melissa, the
kind that she was thinking would be necessary. And he
could have made Melissa much bigger during just this
one session. Martin knew that about Kai. Martin had
indicated to Kai that he personally OK’d such changes.
But Kai felt uneasy, he still did not believe that this
miniature American beauty was subject to a full Jezebel
treatment.
So, in a very real sense, he was holding back. He was
actually frightened to physically attack the little
white in her own country. Unlike the police and other
authorities in Nigeria, the police in Midwestern USA
would probably not tolerate anything like, say, a
beautiful and defenseless white woman being ripped to
her ass. So, Martin could motion ‘go ahead’ all he
wanted. Kai was not going to be anything like his wild
unhindered version might be like.
Now three white patrons were peering around the corner
into the room with the sex seat. They focused on a
spread eagle Melissa, with this very black man now
slowly moving almost 13 or so inches in and out of her.
Each man considered that he had never seen anything
like this in one of the back room pay booths. A fourth
man came around the corner. He was the janitor on the
bio sciences floor where Melissa managed her lab. He
immediately recognized Melissa and just as immediately
almost came in his pants. In his own book, he had done
the proverbial ‘died and gone to heaven’.
Kai decided that Melissa could take straight on now.
That is, she might remain with the minor ‘glad to meet
you’ tear only, if he was just careful to go straight
now. No pivoting, no twisting, no prying. And, so he
did start speeding up, with a straight line fuck that
even the white guys might be more comfortable with
seeing. He stroked her that way for another ten
minutes, rocking the tubular chair back and forth and
watching Melissa cum. Then he came, with Melissa
bucking in the air. And Kai could cum a lot.
Everyone watched the white goo spurt out around the
sides of his penis. A steady stream ran down between
her cheeks and then started to form long rubber band
type drips that eventually made it all the way to the
floor. He kept cumming. The crack between her cheeks
filled solid with creamy white. He kept cumming. The
cum began to fall to the floor in larger amounts. He
rested it in her all the way, with the muscles of his
butt and upper legs pinching and pressing in every last
fraction of an inch and every last drop. Melissa
started having spasms around his penis, jerking and
quivering intensely. Much more white goo oozed out of
her. A large puddle of cum began to form at the base of
the chair. Kai certainly deserved to be the store
worker who mopped up that night.
Everyone watched Kai slowly pull completely out. Robert
joked that they had time for commercial break. Lots of
laughter, including some gasp, laugh, giggle, gasp,
laugh sequences from Melissa. He finally popped out.
She stayed open. Red, a little more ragged and wider,
otherwise, she was in amazing condition; for
considering what had just been done to her, her opening
could not have looked much better.
She thought she would relax for a moment and recover.
Christopher had already begun stripping as Kai
finished. Now he was nude and hard and walking into
Melissa’s spread. Just for a very smooth start, he was
also using some of the house brand oil that Kai handed
out as samples. He slipped into Melissa’s large hole
and immediately bottomed out with no problem. Whites
and blacks all watched Christopher start his very rough
brand of fucking.
He went directly into a fast hard hitting fuck. And
Melissa was screaming pretty loud to have just started.
Christopher looked down at her lovely belly, saw his
penis moving up and down in her, and did something that
Martin and Robert had seen him do only once before. In
fact, Christopher could only do it to a woman who had a
thin and muscular abdominal wall; and Melissa was a
prime candidate in his mind. While keeping a strong
right hand on the frame of the seat for support, he
reached down to her belly with his left. He actually
grabbed for his penis with his hand. Melissa startled
and looked down at what he was doing.
He pushed his hand into her tight little abdomen, just
enough to grab everything that happened to be around
his penis. Finally he narrowed the grip to her vagina
that surrounded him and his penis beneath. It was easy
for him to feel the hard penis inside that vagina. He
began to poke his penis deep while, at the same time,
he pulled down on her vagina. That way, by using her
vagina as a soft sleeve, it all became a velvety smooth
jack off. His hard grip, along with a synchronized
thrust, forced her vagina down over every minor detail
of his penis. The more he pulled her down over himself,
the more he molded her vagina into an extended length.
Christopher loved feeling her vagina getting soft and
stretchy. Soon, he had his hand tightly encircling the
base of the vagina and penis in one very accurate and
powerful grip. That way, he was holding the bottom half
of her vagina within the gripped fist. That required
the unrestricted top half of the vagina to do his
entire 10 inch stretch. In effect, that distance of
overly stretched top vaginal muscle would be added to
the already well stretched section that he had within
his tight grip. He had developed this unique way of
going directly to what needed to be changed.
She gave off true guttural sounds, repeatedly watched
him jacking her vagina down over himself, and
repeatedly fell back into the chair with powerful
orgasms. This technique that he was using almost made
her feel that he might pop right through the top of her
vagina . He would even occasionally just hold it down
as far as he could pull it, and stand there flexing his
penis within for that last little stretch. He would
hold her like that for 20 or more seconds.
With his dedication and stamina for Jezebel stretching,
Christopher was rather well known for making major
changes. From the moment he had first seen Melissa’s
super trim pelvis on Monday, he had planned on doing
this forceful stretch. As he proceeded, he would grab a
little more of her vagina into his fist, making the
smaller section that was left above do the stretch for
the entire length of his penis. It was suspiciously
similar to the way socks are put on. Perhaps that is
where Christopher got the idea. Still, to apply the
idea to a woman was an interesting adaptation. And in
any adaptation or application involving a Jezebel,
Christopher had one consistent standard. ‘Over do it ‘
Ten minutes later, Christopher finally came in her now
baggy vagina. And more cum dropped to the floor, just
as he pulled his hand away from Melissa. She had made
all her best sounds as Christopher worked. And though
she was not sure what just happened, it somehow fit her
own perverted idea of what feels good. There were deep
impressions where his fingers had been. She rubbed
herself, trying to buff up the indented sections. It
was slowly working.
It was Martin who decided to change the location again.
He offered his hand to help Melissa out of the sex
chair contraption. She stood up wobbly. As she came to
vertical, a large amount of cum drained out of her
vagina in long gooey stringy drops. He paused with her
for a moment, so that everyone, including the white
guys, could see the cum oozing out. She looked sharp,
with excess rosy cheeks and her beautiful bod still
intact. Still she would have had to be considered a
very bad girl for having no real clothes on, being
fucked in public, and, of course, draining massive
amounts of cum.
She was going to put on what limited clothes that she
brought, and head to the bathroom for clean up. But
Robert had the tank top, and Martin had the thong, and
neither were going to let her have either item. They
said that they wanted her to stay like that, with the
cum draining down both legs and onto the thigh highs.
“Let’s go.” And Martin led the way with Melissa in
hand. Everyone walked with her out into the bright
parking lot, which was next door to the mall. Even the
whites piled out into the lot. Martin had Melissa
slowly spin around in an open area of the parking lot
that was next to an adjoining night club. A few lone
males and several couples were outside the entrance,
watching that dynamite 62 body spin. Then, he had her
wave goodbye to both establishments as he put her in
the back seat of the car.
Needed: A Bigger Audience
Martin chewed on Melissa’s nipples and stuck one, two,
three, then four of his large fingers in her ass while
they drove back to the house. Call it, just something
to do. When they arrived at the house, they had the
city sidewalk to traverse and then the walk up their
own short sidewalk. Seemed like it should be a quick
trip, and without incident. But foot traffic, around
there, on a Friday night, was usually pretty heavy. So,
it was no surprise to the fellows that there seemed to
be groups of 4 to 8 walkers at a time flowing past
their house.
They weren’t going to wait for what might be a rare
break in the flow. They told Melissa to get out and
walk very slowly to the door. Martin had the others
wait, while he took all the time that he needed to wipe
the back seat clean. Melissa had gotten out of the car
just in time to be on the sidewalk with about five
guys. They started to whistle and give the standard
“hormones only” greeting, but soon they were
overwhelmed with the look of this nude woman. They
became a sort of worshiping audience, as she walked
through them and casually headed for the door. The
walkers walked no more. They just stood there watching
her ass travel up the sidewalk to the front door.
Martin, Robert and Christopher hopped out of the car.
That started the walkers walking again. The three
traveled up their sidewalk to where Melissa had turned
around to strike a real pose. They patted her on the
shoulders, breasts and ass, as they passed to unlock
the door and finally take her inside. Martin told her
that she had plenty of time to go to the bathroom,
“refreshen”, take off her soiled hose, and, “Oh yeah,
put the pretty red heels back on.”
She still had her two pony tails with red ties, and her
red heels, when she came back into the living area.
Everything else was nice and bare. Christopher was
watching TV Melissa guessed that he was very relieved,
and chuckled a little to herself. However, Martin and
Robert looked hungry. Now, that was more like what
Melissa was hoping for.
The ride home, the rectal probing, and her easy
acceptance and enjoyment of such probing, all helped
Martin think of what to do next. Melissa smiled, as
Robert took her right hand, Martin took her left, and
both walked her into the atrium area. The svelte white
sex muscle on heels was headed for a big show time.
Martin let go and let Robert lead her away. Over in
what had become the central display area, the lounge
was in the center of the tiles, with all other chairs,
stools, and cabinets moved completely out of the area.
That left the lounge as the clear single focus. No
doubt that a true focus from above was in mind with
this planning.
Melissa’s sexual curiosity was rampant. Wondering what
in the world they had next for her was itself a
‘stimulating’ entertainment. Robert led her straight
toward the lounge. On their way, he flipped the halogen
light switch. The spot lights had all been
repositioned. Now they all were targeted on that
central area where the lounge sat. From just out of
what would be the picture, and coming from 360 degrees
they now bathed that lounge in super white light. A
high quality view could be beheld from any angle.
