It was a time of transition for Melissa Taylor. Having just turned twenty, Melissa was no longer a girl, but she didn't exactly feel like a woman either. She lived at home as a matter of convenience and out of financial need. But she didn't plan to live there forever.
She had just completed her first year of college, her major picked at random simply because the school required it. Now it was time to find a summer job and start saving for a life of her own, since her father had agreed to pay for college.
Melissa, "Mel" to her friends and family, was a sweet girl who had grown up to be a knockout. She had let her straight hair grow long, reaching nearly to her waist, and it had changed from pale blonde to a rich champagne color as she matured. Her eyes were blue, deepened by contact lenses. She didn't really have to wear make-up, her natural skin tones varied and attractive on their own, but when she did, she was beautiful.
She stood five-foot-three and weighed ninety-six pounds, but she felt less than perfect. At this point in her life, she fully expected to have bigger breasts. She was by no means flat-chested, but felt larger tits would signify she was finally a woman. Still, her beauty and freshness, packed into such a delicate package, made her attractive to men of all ages. Sometimes, too attractive.
She had already had several job interviews, but more often than not, when she was alone with the guy, they put the make on her. Even though she found a couple of them quite handsome, she wasn't ready for casual sex just yet.
She began to wonder if every woman who went on an interview experienced the same treatment, or if it was just her. Even the guys who didn't make an obvious move on her seemed to exhibit an undercurrent of sex in their job offers. She had politely refused each sexual advance and each chance at employment.
When it came to sex, Mel was technically a virgin. Her pussy had never been penetrated by a man's cock. In fact, she had never even seen a man's cock in the flesh. Her fingers and a vibrator discovered in her mother's dresser had so far satisfied her needs, but she meant to change that.
She intended to find exactly the right guy to teach her the ways of sexual pleasure. She refused to believe that sex was something one simply fell into and out of easily. She knew, based on two years of masturbation, that once she found the right man, she'd be hooked on sex forever. She loved the way her fingers worked her pussy, and the vibrator made it obvious that orgasm was the greatest pleasure known to woman.
But she was not about to let just anybody touch her. She'd seen enough women's magazines, the kind with photos of naked men, to know she would only bed a man who was handsome, hung, sensitive and intelligent. She conceded that the man's qualifications did not necessarily have to come in that order.
She sat in a coffee shop reading the classified ads after another disappointing interview, wondering what was in store for her as she headed into adulthood. As she scanned ad after ad, she had the odd feeling that she was being watched. She looked up and around at the many faces in the restaurant. Then she made eye contact with the guy who was staring. He stood out from the others because he was young and handsome. She smiled awkwardly and quickly looked back down at the newspaper.
The young man had been staring for quite some time, either directly at her or at her reflection in the mirror behind the counter, hoping she would look up and notice him. When she did, and when she smiled, he felt bold. He also felt a twinge in his cock and had to shift his legs to allow for a slight expansion in his awakened prick.
Mel tried to read the ads, but the man's image kept replacing the words in front of her. She stole a couple more quick glances in his direction and smiled each time she looked up. He smiled back. It was all a game to Mel. She never expected to find Mr. Right in a coffee shop, and certainly wasn't going to put out for this guy.
She had been stared at before and had had men make crude suggestions, but she had successfully fended them all off. But when she stood up to leave and found the guy still staring at her, she felt at a loss for words. She searched her previous experiences for exactly the right line, but none came to mind.
As she headed for the cashier, the man stood up and walked beside her.
"Good morning," he said.
Mel gulped, tried to smile, failed and said, "Hello."
The guy took the ticket from her hand. "Allow me."
"I couldn't," Mel said meekly. "I insist."
They stood before the cashier and he paid for both checks. When he turned to leave, Melissa fell into step beside him. She had been caught off guard, no man ever taking this approach with her before.
When they were outside, fairly alone, he said, "I saw you sitting there by yourself and couldn't imagine such a beautiful young woman without a man at her side, even in a coffee shop."
She felt her tongue sticking to the roof of her mouth. Anxiety flooded her. When she spoke, her voice sounded unfamiliar. "I was just having coffee, reading the want ads, and I don't need a man at my side for that."
"You, young lady, should always have a man at your side. And I'd be honored to be that man even for a little while. My name is David," he said, extending his hand in a gentlemanly fashion.
"Mel," she said, feeling a bit odd as she shook his hand, "I mean, Melissa."
"Let's take a walk and get to know one another, Melissa," David said, hooking her arm in his.
Mel instinctively knew where the conversation and the walk were heading, so she put a stop to it. She slid her arm out of his and said, "Wait. I don't know you from Adam. So, I'm not taking a walk, or anything, with you."
"You American girls!" David said, shaking his head. "You're so uptight!"
"American? So, where are you from?" she asked, somewhat surprised to learn that he was a foreigner.
"England."
"But you don't have an accent."
"I've worked very hard to lose it. Being in broadcasting, I thought it best to adopt your Midwestern accent, since that's what everyone wants."
"You're on TV?" Mel questioned.
"Radio. But I'm between jobs at the moment."
Mel realized she had relaxed and already entered into a conversation with this stranger. She smiled broadly and said, "Sorry I was so stuffy. Let's go somewhere and get acquainted, as you suggested."
David extended his arm, and Mel hooked her arm through it. Together, arm in arm, they walked off to their destiny.
Mel couldn't get over David's height. While she was shorter than most every man, he somehow seemed extra tall. As they walked along, she kept trying to estimate his exact height and weight. She didn't want to seem too personal yet, so didn't ask.
Coincidentally, David was wondering why he was so attracted to a woman so short. Then her small size moved him in a new direction. He began to wonder if she would be able to handle a cock his size. He looked down at her when he could, without appearing too inquisitive, and wished he could have the opportunity to find out.
They talked about this and that, mainly about the differences between England and America, then David suggested they go to his apartment to look out at the skyline.
Mel suspected that David was going to try to put the make on her. She continued her silent observations of him and wondered if she would be able to say no. She noticed the big bulge in the front of his pants and estimated his dick was about the size of some of the hunks she had seen in the magazines. When she thought about how big David's cock might be, she felt her heart pound and a prickly warmth spread through her loins.
They entered David's apartment, and the view was truly breathtaking, just as he'd promised. Mel stood at the wide windows and looked down on the ant-sized people and the tiny cars moving in silence below them. She felt the warmth of David's body close behind her and the steamy warmth of his breath on her neck. When she turned away from the view, she found herself securely in his arms.
It was the most natural thing she had ever experienced. She allowed him to enfold her within his strong grasp and pull her close. He was so much taller than her that her face was nestled against his chest.
David had to bend down to kiss her; his first contact a gentle kiss on her forehead, the second, equally as gentle, on her lips. Mel felt the blood pulsing through her body as if suddenly a pump had been activated to increase both its volume and speed.
"I.. .I.. .David.. . " Mel struggled to speak, but the words were lost in her throat. "Come with me," he whispered.
Melissa allowed herself to be led down a short hallway and into his bedroom. He scooped her up in his arms and carried her light frame to the wide bed. He laid her down gently, slipped off her shoes and delicately kissed her feet. Mel sunk into the big bed and closed her eyes.
She surrendered all resistance and let him proceed. She had the feeling that David was the Mr. Right she had been longing and looking for.
Warm, gentle fingers slipped Mel's stockings down, over her shapely legs and off her feet. She felt those same broad fingers work to open the buttons of her blouse. Cool air kissed her bare skin when he tugged the fabric off her shoulders and away from her torso. David unsnapped the waistband of her skirt and slipped his fingers inside. When he tugged downward, he pulled off her slip and panties along with the skirt. As David stripped her lower half, Mel reached behind her back, unclasped her bra and tossed it off the bed.
Lying unashamedly before him, she heard a sharp intake of breath as David gazed upon her naked body. She opened her eyes, almost lazily, and looked up at her hunk.
As David began to strip, feelings arose in Mel that she had never before experienced. She watched intently as his broad chest came into view, then his shoulders as he removed his shirt. She gazed at the trail of hair that ran down his stomach and disappeared into his pants.
He kicked off his shoes and leaned over to remove his socks. When he straightened up, she instantly noticed that the front of his pants was being pushed out by his cock. She was nervous and excited about the prospect of seeing her first erection in the flesh. She hoped David's dick would live up to those she had seen in the magazines. Anticipation flushed her cheeks and elevated the temperature in her entire body.
David's breathing sounded labored and a fine sheen of perspiration sparkled on his forehead. Apparently, David was enjoying his strip as much as Mel. She wanted to scream at him, tell him to hurry out of his pants, but she waited patiently, her insides in turmoil.
She watched, wide-eyed, as he began to unveil his crotch. When the snap and the zipper were opened, and his clothing slid down his thighs, she got her first glimpse of a man's cock. And what a cock it was!
Mel sat up in the bed and gaped, her mouth open slightly, her eyes glued to his hairy crotch. David kicked his pants and underwear into the corner of the room and stood stark naked in front of her. He knew by the look on her face that this was her first encounter with a man's hard-on. He was in the presence of a virgin, and the thought excited him. Then his mind flooded with too many questions and wonders to contemplate at once. He had never been with a virgin before, but one thing was sure, he'd be gentle no matter what transpired between them.
Not quite fully erect, David grabbed his cock and pulled back the portion of his foreskin still covering his wide and flared cockhead. He spread his legs a little. Slowly, he stroked the full length of his dick to bring his cock to the absolute firmest it could be.
Mel continued to gape at his erection, and David fed her lust. Her eyes inflamed feelings in his groin not usually felt with other women. He wanted to perform for her, play with himself, show off his cock and his balls for her viewing pleasure. It was a turn-on of the highest magnitude.
One hand slipped between his thighs to scoop up his nuts and pull them forward for her inspection. He closed his fingers around his sac and pushed his balls downward, loosening them, stretching his skin around their oval smoothness. Then he let them fall back between his legs, rocking his hips to sway them gently. But his show was too much to tolerate without cumming. His hand was already stroking his cock too rapidly, and he quickly released his throbbing rod.
Mel's excitement turned to worry. His cock seemed far too big to fit into her virgin snatch. His dick was thicker than her fingers and definitely longer than her dildo, both of which seemed to comfortably occupy the space in her pussy. Where would she put all that extra muscle?
She had no way to gauge its actual dimensions, but it looked longer and thicker than any of the photos she had seen. But it also looked better than any picture.
"I can't," Mel said dryly, "I can't take all that inside me!"
"I was afraid of that," David said softly. "But don't be frightened. I wouldn't dream of hurting you. And we don't have to fuck, you know. There are other ways to satisfy our needs." He crawled onto the bed beside her, his hard cock angling over to his hip, his balls tumbling across his thigh.
The warmth she had experienced when he held her in his arms was like an arctic breeze compared to the heat of having him naked beside her. She sighed with his body so close to hers, their legs touching, her eyes dancing over the bare skin awaiting her caress.
David slipped one arm beneath her and one arm over her, lifting her, pulling her on top of him as he rolled onto his back. The full body contact was an unexpected thrill, her breasts flattening against his chest, her smooth legs atop his hairy legs, her pussy pressed to his pulsing cock. The feel of his hot, hard prick so close to her cunt nearly made her swoon.
David shifted beneath her and sent one hand into his crotch. He stood his big cock up between her legs.
Mel felt his firm, rigid prick press against her ass crack. She automatically clamped her legs together and sensed a new heat in her groin.
David humped slowly, rhythmically. His mighty log slid up and down, relishing the tight friction caused by Mel's hugging thighs.
"Feel it," David said. He reached around and guided her hand into the V of her legs, where his cock was gently stroking. He pressed his hand over hers, and her fingers wrapped around his large and fevered organ. "How does it feel?" he asked.
"Ohhhh," she purred dreamily. "It feels wonderful! I've never touched a man's penis before," she said quietly, as if embarrassed. "In fact, I've never even seen one before. In person, I mean."
"Never?" he asked, surprised. "What have you been doing for sex?" He immediately recognized that as a stupid question. He chuckled and gazed into her eyes. "Of course. I'll bet you've been fingering your pussy!"
Mel didn't respond out loud. She blushed and lowered her head. That was answer enough for David.
"Don't be embarrassed!" he said, bringing his hand to her chin to raise her face. "I masturbate, too. A lot. Everybody uses their hand now and then. There's nothing wrong with playing with yourself."
He raised up and kissed her gently. Her mouth opened for him, her tongue reaching out to make contact with his soft lips.
"I just thought I would have had sex with a man by now," she said, breaking their kiss, wanting to explain all her reasons for being a virgin, but letting her statement stand on its own for now. She continued to let her fingers investigate the shape and size of the large knob sliding between her thighs as they talked.
"I know you're a virgin," he said softly. "And I won't force myself on you. When the time is right, you'll know it." His hips stopped pumping, his cock shoved far up between her legs to give her fingers plenty of dick to caress.
"But you've gotten me so excited, I have to get my rocks off. Since you've never seen a naked man before, how about I show you how a guy gives himself a hand job? We can masturbate together, if you like."
David rolled Mel onto the bed, instructing her to sit up and watch. He helped her prop a pillow up against the headboard, and she sat back to watch the show.
David stretched out on the bed, his legs spread wide. Looking up at Mel, he said, "I've never done this with someone watching. Usually, I do it in the shower or here in the bedroom when I'm really horny and can't find a young lady to help me in my hour of need."
His hand closed around his rigid prick and slowly traversed the full length of his needy cock. He stopped his hand just below his flared corona and squeezed hard. His knob swelled and reddened before he released his fingers and sent his hand traveling back toward his balls.
Mel's eyes were fascinated by the sight. She felt a warmth and a wetness between her legs that was similar to what she always felt when she looked at her magazines and sent her fingers into her pussy. She wanted to do that now, but misplaced modesty kept her hands at her sides.
David grabbed his cock with both hands and sensuously pumped his towering length. He moved slowly over his fattened girth, trying to give Mel a good look at the awesome strength of his prick. After a moment, he slid one hand down to massage his nuts, opening his thighs as far as possible. Having Mel watching increased the pleasure of his stroking fist and fondling fingers.
Gazing at Mel, drinking in the loveliness of her nudity and her innocence, David was becoming very hot. A thick load was boiling inside him. "Do you like watching me?" he had to ask.
"Oh, yes!" she responded instantly. "But I always thought people only did this in private. I can't believe you're doing this for me. This is beautiful!"
"I like having you watch. It's really turning me on. Take a closer look if you want. Please. Get closer to my big cock. Watch my balls. Stare between my legs. Take a good look at my crotch. Please!"
Mel jumped on the opportunity to closely examine a man's groin. She moved down the bed and placed her face close to his crotch. David raised his ass from the bed to show her everything he had to offer. One hand slowly coursed over his cock while the other lifted his balls as her eyes scanned the wonders of a man.
Mel was intrigued by the construction of his groin, how everything was connected yet separate. She was particularly amazed by the amount of hair curling beneath his balls and leading back into his butt crack. She had much less hair than he and wondered if all men were the same. But there was a lot more to look at than just his hair.
She followed the thick veins on his shaft that led up to his gigantic cockhead. Then she saw clear liquid oozing from the tiny hole centered in his knob.
"Oh, no!" she exclaimed. "Are you cumming already?"
"No, Melissa," David said with a chuckle. "That's not cum. That's lubrication for when I fuck you. But I'm getting close!"
The longer he stroked his thick dick, the greater the flow from his piss slit. His cockhead became shiny from the amount of fluid dribbling over his dick, his hand moving faster, his hips pumping, his balls bouncing as he let them fall back between his legs.
Mel sat back, awed by the stirrings in her pussy, her cunt pulsing and yearning for the plunge of her fingers. She brought her hands up to her tits as she watched David jack off, her fingers manipulating her nipples into firm peaks. As much as she wanted to play with her cooze, she just couldn't do it in front of him. She was being silly, but no amount of encouragement would force her hands between her legs.
"When I'm alone," David said between deep breaths, "I usually stand in front of the mirror. I like watching myself beat off. I don't know why. I mean.. .I'm not attracted to other guys.. .but I really get off on the.. .sight of my own dick."
Mel's eyes were still riveted to the giant cock and the loving hand manipulating it. "Would you rather do it in front of the mirror?" she asked.
"Okay," he said, immediately removing his hand from his cock. "You can see me twice that way," he remarked, sliding off the bed and moving in front of the mirror. He picked up where he had left off.
When Mel saw his reflection and his real body at the same time, she was nearly overwhelmed. She watched him rhythmically pump his rod and, at the same time, watched his hairy ass tense and relax as he rapidly brought himself to climax.
But the sight sent a sudden heat flash throughout her body, which couldn't be ignored. The urgency in her cunt was too great, and her inhibitions were finally dispatched to another realm. She stretched out on the bed, lying flat, with her legs spread wide apart. She began to finger her pussy and display her delicate twat for David's pleasure.
They watched one another in the mirror, each masturbating with serious intent. They were both hot, both stimulated by the other, by themselves.
David gazed at Mel's fingers as they caressed, tickled, probed and stroked her pussy. He noted that her blonde pubic bush was rather scant, barely covering the full lips of her virgin cooze. He saw, when she opened herself for him, that her cunt was an inviting, pastel pink and wet. Very, very wet. A prettier pussy would be very hard to find.
The spectacle laid out on the bed before him was too much to keep his climax in check. Shortly after his first look into the delicate recesses of her lovely box, the initial blast of his thick cream exploded from his cock and sprayed the mirror.
Spasm after spasm of fiery jizz rocked David's body. He was cumming so hard he could barely stand. His breathing all but stopped, his eyes glazed over, and his firing dick hurtled long strands of spunk toward his quivering and sweating image.
The sight of David's explosive climax was extraordinary. It surpassed anything she had imagined. She watched the long, white ropes of cum fly out of his cockhead and tried to imagine what it would feel like to have that action erupting inside her cunt. But that was beyond her grasp. However, she knew instinctively that it would be better than fingering herself.
Even when the last of his climax had been spewed upon the mirror, David's hand continued to stroke his swollen rod. The sensitivity in his spent dick kept his body aroused as he watched Mel in the mirror.
It took her slightly longer to reach orgasm, but when she did, her pleasure was intense. She cried out and arched her back, lifting her sweet ass from the bed, raising her pussy so David could see it even better. Hot fluids gushed into her cunt, and she wished she could put on a show as David had done for her. But her cum didn't spray out of her pussy like his flew out of his cock.
She pounded her snatch rapidly, driving her finger deeply in and out of her erupting cunt. He eyes were open, locked on the double image of her first naked man, her first erect cock, and her first male orgasm. The sight had both provoked her climax and lengthened it.
David was transfixed as he witnessed her orgasm. The only part of him that moved was his arm as he completed his hand job. He would keep pumping his cock as long as Mel kept pumping her pussy. His only disappointment was that his mouth was not between her legs to receive her discharge. But he hoped that would happen at another time.
Mel dropped back onto the bed, still finger-fucking her cunt after her orgasm had run its course. Her hand only slowed when David began to slow, his clasping fingers barely moving over his red meat.
Finally, David had to stop. His cock hadn't gone completely soft, but he could no longer stand the sensations cavorting over his spent flesh. Mel stopped, too. Her cunt had squeezed out the last drop of her warm fluids, and her pussy, was too sensitive to continue playing.
David joined her on the bed. They were both sweaty, both breathing hard, and both thrilled by their efforts. He took her into his arms and cradled her, her head on his chest, their bodies barely touching.
"I hope we can do this again," he said softly. "And more."
"I think this is just the beginning of a long and beautiful friendship," Mel responded, snuggling closer, letting his wet and limp dick caress her leg.
CHAPTER TWO
Although she didn't want to, Melissa had to leave David to keep another interview appointment. Before she left, he made her promise that she would see him again. It was a promise freely given.
After the interview, she wished she had stayed with David. She wasn't at all suited for the job, and both she and the interviewer knew it. Their time together was short, leaving plenty of the afternoon open. She considered going back to David's, but decided to go home instead. She really needed to think about what had happened, and, more importantly, where it might lead.
Neither of her parents were home when she arrived and she headed directly to her bedroom. Alone, with the door locked, Mel sat on the edge of the bed and thought about David.
The heat and the wetness of their encounter was still very much with her. The puffy feeling she always got after her cunt had reached orgasm remained alive in her crotch. But there was a new feeling as well. Her breasts seemed supersensitive.
The increased arousal in her small tits had been realized much earlier, and she was astonished that the erotic sensations were still there. During her interview, she was very self-conscious about the firmness of her nipples, fearing her hard little nubs could be seen through her bra and her blouse. And each time she moved, the tingle charging away from her concealed nipples caused her to suck in a tiny gasp of air. Even away from him, she was still turned on by David.
She stood up and moved to the dresser mirror. For a fleeting instant, she saw David's naked body reflected in the glass, his cock hard, his hand pumping, his balls jangling merrily between his thighs. Then it was her reflection, a young woman, smiling and feeling very good about herself.
"Twenty years old," she said to her image, "but I look eighteen." Turning sideways, she gazed at her profile. She knew her tits were small, a source of disappointment. Turning a little more and lowering her gaze to her hips, they too were still developing.
She turned completely 'around until she was once again facing the mirror. Without making a conscious decision to do so, she began to undress.
She had spent countless evenings in the solitude of her bedroom, undressing as she was doing now, enjoying her solo sex, but the feelings were totally different today. Now that she had been with a man, sort of with a man, she felt more like a woman.
Stripped of her clothing and some of her inhibitions, she felt, she flipped on the light switch and stood before the mirror. She faced a stranger.
Her face seemed to somehow better reflect her age. While youthful, there was a certain maturity in her smile. And other changes appeared to have materialized after only one encounter with a man. Her breasts looked bigger as her hands moved up to cup them. While she could still completely cover them, they felt bigger, too. She thought her tits were too small, but then her hands were also small. Maybe they were the right size after all. At least David had not complained.
Turning from side to side, she reevaluated her body. Even though she didn't have the hourglass figure she presumed was the mark of a mature woman, everything seemed to fit together in a very attractive package. Yes, her hips were slender, more like a boy's than a woman's, but they curved seductively into shapely legs. But most of all, they framed her pussy in just the right proportion to make her cunt appear larger than it actually was.
Raising her arms to bunch her hair on the top of her head, her tits flattened into little more than giant nipples. And they were giants. Rosy red and hard as could be, they pointed dramatically away from her chest. She allowed her eyes to drift down to her twat, her blonde hairs barely hiding the soft lips that folded over the delicate tissues of her pussy. She wondered why there were so few hairs covering her snatch when David had handfuls surrounding his cock and covering the thick ridge leading back to his asshole. She decided it was just one more difference between men and women.
Thinking of him, David suddenly reappeared in the mirror, jacking off with vigorous strokes. She was troubled by the image, wondering if she would ever get him out of her mind. Then she knew she didn't want to. She felt the image of her naked man would make her next orgasm the best one ever.
She closed her eyes and thought very hard about how his naked body had looked and how she had felt staring at him. Heat rose up between her legs. She let her hair fall and her hands skim down her body. Her legs parted as her fingers neared her cunt.
Then her eyes snapped open. She looked down at her pussy, then back at her reflection. "Oh, how could I ever take that big thing of his?" she asked out loud. "My pussy is so small, and his cock is so huge!"
She let her hands drift between her legs and began the familiar tickling and probing that always made her feel so good. The more she rubbed her tender cunt lips, the more she turned herself on, the more she wished she had been brave enough to try fucking David. She craved the feel of a man's cock gliding within her pussy and was very disappointed that she hadn't even given it a try.
With the first trickles of moisture in her heating snatch, she moved to the bed and sat on the edge. She leaned back, supporting herself with her hands, and raised her legs, spreading them wide. She could see the reflection of her open crotch in the mirror. She stared at a hot, ripe cunt, wet and puffy, swollen and inflamed. It was a cunt ready for fucking.
But she was alone. She scooted back on the bed and used her hands the best way she knew how. Her left hand went to fondle and tweak her nipples as her other hand got busy on her eager cunt.
She closed her eyes, moaning softly, her fingers spreading her pussy's tender lips and probing as far into her interior as she could get. All the time she was playing with her twat, she thought of David, desperately wishing that he was there with her right then.
She licked the thumb and forefinger of her hand and spread her warm saliva over her nipples. Her manipulations made her peaks stand up even more rigid, firm and hot. Massaging and pulling on her stimulating nipples, she brought her other hand out of her pussy and up to her face. She smelled the sweet fragrance of her snatch, then licked her fingers. They tasted as good as they smelled.
She quickly sent them back to her pussy. She had gotten very good at masturbation, knowing just where to touch to create the most pleasurable sensations. And she knew what speed to use when. Her hand needed little guidance and her mind was free to produce the images that would stimulate her climax. Today, her images were all of David, particularly of his cock.
She used her forefinger and ring finger to open herself up, her middle finger stroking through her damp slit and into her cunt. There was one hot, terribly sensitive spot inside her pussy that always demanded her attention. She wasn't sure if that was the G spot she had read about, but that didn't matter. Whatever it might be called, it was a source of extreme pleasure.
She moved her finger over the spot with delicate precision, slightly brushing against it at first. Then she increased the pressure, slowly, deliberately, until she was pounding her hand against her snatch. Her darting finger rubbed briskly over the tiny spot that always ignited her orgasm.
Her cunthole was tight and getting tighter, meaning her climax was building inside her. She gently pumped her hips as her finger probed and stroked. The longer she fingered her pussy, the hotter and tighter it got. And the closer she came to cumming, the faster her hand pounded against her fiery mound, her finger thrusting madly.
The sloshy, squishing sounds she made as her finger raced in and out of her heating twat got louder and louder. The smell, too, got stronger and stronger. Both turned her on and elevated her need to cum.
Her left hand continued to play over her tits. But when the twinges of her orgasm intensified, she locked her fingers around one breast and squeezed hard, sending shock waves of ecstasy through her small body.
Mel bent her legs and let her knees drop wide apart. Her back was flat against the bed, and both hands were very active as she approached the summit of her stimulating hand job.
Her head lolled from side to side as her climax grew in intensity. Her eyes were closed tightly and her lips were firmly together. Her mouth wouldn't open until the very moment of orgasm, when her lips would part to pant her pleasure.
Her skin flushed a bright pink and perspiration dotted her smooth flesh. Her right hand was wet from the hot liquids extracted from her cunt by her pumping finger. And the hotter she got, the more fluids were produced by her mounting excitement.
Even though David's naked image frolicked in her mind, her orgasm was a long time coming. It grew steadily deep inside her, but seemed reluctant to erupt. The ecstasy of her plunging finger became nearly too much to bear. Her mouth opened to gasp for air, to sigh around the unwillingness of her climax. Liquids boiled and churned in her depths, but refused to gush over her stroking finger.
Panting deeply, her eyes squeezed shut, her hips pumped the air in frantic need. To encourage her reticent orgasm and to save her sanity, she forced two fingers into the tight hole of her cunt. Her circle expanded around the increased girth, her fingers defying any resistance.
Her two fingers were no wider than her vibrator, and her pussy soon adjusted to the increased size ramming through its entrance. But the slight stretch in her gripping muscle seemed to have little effect on the speed of her orgasm. That didn't keep her from trying harder, from stroking faster and faster, her need to cum driving her fingers deeply into her box.
When her moment of release finally arrived, she cried out in near delirium and joy. With each spasm that sent blazing liquids into her cunt, she clamped down around her thrusting fingers. With each expulsion of searing fluids, she either pushed in or pulled out to increase the friction and the glory of her climax.
While her orgasm had been a long time in coming, it was also a long time in ending. Her honey flowed in jerking rushes, and she removed her fingers to prolong the ecstasy. She rubbed the palm of her hand over the heated lips of her cunt, but dared not reenter her pussy. She didn't want to risk speeding up her orgasm's pace by fingering her cunt. She wanted it to blast at a steady, devastating speed.
Even without her encouragement, her climax bolted through her body. She lay back and enjoyed the explosive sensations, her hand massaging her snatch, but no more than that. In her mind, David was cumming with her, his white spunk splattering the mirror once more.
When her orgasm ebbed and then stopped altogether, she dropped her legs back to the bed, leaving them spread wide apart. Cool air drifted over her heated snatch, and her hands drifted to her sides, her chest heaving to replenish her lungs.
She lay very still for quite some time, letting her body recover from her euphoric release. While her body may have been inactive, her mind was just the opposite. Because her climax had been so lengthy, she wondered if maybe she had experienced multiple orgasms rather than one. And why had it taken her so long to cum? Now that she had been with a man, did she always need to be with a man to cum quickly?
Other questions formed and went unanswered until Mel finally decided she had a lot to learn about sex. And she knew she wasn't going to learn it by herself. Since David seemed willing to instruct her, she would save her questions for him.
Having lost track of the time, she sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the clock on the dresser. But the reflection in the mirror distracted her. She had seen her pussy's image many times, but it looked different than ever before.
The flesh around her box was bright red. She spread her thighs and sent her hands down to open her snatch. Her cunt lips were engorged and hot to the touch. But more surprisingly, her pussy ached like it needed to cum again. She felt satisfied and yet she didn't. Was that the result of being sexually awakened? Another question she would pose to David.
She looked at the clock. It would be at least an hour before either of her parents came home.
CHAPTER THREE
With an hour before her parents would be home, Melissa thought she probably had time to do it one more time. Feeling nasty and naughty, and more sexually alive than ever, she tiptoed through the house, naked. Her mind devised wicked thoughts about how she'd like to have an afternoon alone at home, with David.
She stopped in the kitchen and tried to imagine what it would be like to stretch out on the narrow counter and have David finger her delicate snatch.
Moving into the dining room, she eyed the large table that dominated the room. David could sit on the table, his legs spread, his huge cock rising forever as she sat in a chair between his thighs. Then she could give him a hand job or, since they were in the dining room, maybe eat his cock. Even in her fantasies she didn't think her pussy could handle the awesome size of his prick.
But she quickly walked into the living room, realizing that if her parents caught her, she'd never be able to explain. And that element of risk added to her excitement.
She stood in front of the large picture window, the sheer drapes hiding her from the outside world. She could see out, but felt confident that no one could see in.
Then thoughts entered her mind that she didn't understand. She wondered what it would be like to casually open the front door and stroll outside, across the porch, into the yard, through the neighborhood without a stitch of clothing covering her body. She had never before thought of herself as an exhibitionist, but the thought was terribly stimulating. So stimulating, in fact, that she had to do something about it.
She locked the front door just in case her parents came home early, then lay down on the sofa. She propped her head up on the arm of the couch so she could watch out the picture window, lifted one leg onto the back of the sofa and let her other leg stretch over to the coffee table. She was spread wide, her pussy hot, horny and in desperate need of servicing.
She saw Tim across the street, working on his junk of a car. She noted the fine definition of his shirtless body and wondered if his cock was as big as David's. But she quickly dispelled such thoughts. She and Tim had grown up together, and nothing sexual had ever happened between them, nor would it. They were friends, close friends, and they were too much like brother and sister to even consider sex.
Mel closed her eyes and turned her attention to her cunt. She felt the fullness and the heat of her pussy, caused by her wicked thoughts, and excitedly plunged her finger through her tight opening.
Lost in the rising tide of sensual sensations caused by her stroking finger, Mel was unaware that Tim had crossed the street. He headed for the Taylor's garage to borrow some tools, but found it locked. He was sure he had seen Mel come home, so went into the kitchen to ask her for the key. He never knocked, the Taylor house as much his home as his own.
He thought he heard a noise in the living room and headed that way. He was shocked at what he saw when he moved out of the dining room. Mel had her left leg bent back so that her knee nearly touched her shoulder, her right leg spread across the coffee table. Her pussy was as exposed as it could possibly be, except for her hand covering her mound. Her finger actively pumped in and out of her twat, her eyes closed, unaware that she was being watched.
And Tim watched intently. He had lusted after his sexy neighbor ever since he knew what lust was. Now there she was, naked, playing with herself. He didn't know what to do. He stood still, silent, barely breathing, watching her hand, gazing at her tits, feeling his cock stiffen in his cut-offs. The proper thing to do was leave quietly and pretend he had never seen her. But he couldn't move.
His dick throbbed madly in his crotch and lust took over. He slipped out of his cut offs and shorts, his firm erection drooling all over itself. He was afraid to touch his cock, afraid the contact would cause instant climax. He stealthily moved to the end of the sofa to get a closer look at Mel's attractive body.
When her hand slipped out of her crotch and trailed up to massage her tit, Tim had to grab his powerful erection and slowly stroke his length to quiet the storm inside him. His eyes filled with the beauty of her cunt, and his hand squeezed hard around his girth. His heart pounded in his chest, and cum was quickly rushing into his shaft.
Tim's movements made dim shadows through her closed lids, and Mel opened her eyes. "Oh, my god. Oh, my god!" she exclaimed. One hand instantly covered her cunt while her other arm crossed over her tits. "Tim! What are you doing here?"
Tim moved next to the sofa and dropped down on his knees. "Don't be afraid. It's just me. Look. I'm as naked as you are," he said, sitting back and opening his arms to show off his stiff erection.
Mel appeared speechless, so Tim continued.
"I wasn't spying on you," he explained in his defense. "I came over to borrow some tools, but the garage is locked. I came looking for you, and.. .WOW.. .I sure found you! I just got so horny seeing you fucking yourself that I had to watch."
Mel was staring at the boner bouncing between his thighs. For the second time in her life, she was staring at a naked man. She couldn't help but notice that his cock was smaller than David's, more like the men she had seen in the magazines. But nothing he had said explained why he was naked in the first place.
"Tim! You took off your clothes! What did you think you were going to do?" she asked, oddly calm considering that she was stark naked in front of her neighbor.
"Well.. .I.. .I.. . , " he stammered. "I got a hard-on and I thought if I was naked too, maybe it would be okay. I mean. If we were naked together, well, maybe, you wouldn't go running off. God, you're beautiful, Melvin."
"Jeez, Tim, don't call me Melvin. I'm not a boy!"
"I can see that. Man, can I see that!"
Tim's hand returned to his cock, and Mel felt a strange heat surge through her body. Now that he was there, naked, his hand slowly stroking a very handsome cock, what was she going to do with him? Her eyes studied his face and body. He had matured into a very attractive man, something she hadn't realized before that moment.
"I never knew you were so bold," she said for lack of anything better.
"I told you. I couldn't help myself."
"I could have had a heart attack! You can't imagine the shock I got when I opened my eyes and saw a naked man standing over me. Thank goodness I recognized you!" Mel tried to sound stern, but she was smiling inside. She very much liked what she saw and began to wonder what it would be like to have Tim's pretty cock fucking her pussy. "So, now what?"
"Oh, gosh, Mel. I'm so turned on. Let me look at you. Let me see all of you. You're the prettiest naked girl I've ever seen!"
"And have you seen a lot?"
"Some. But none like you!"
Melissa loved his compliments and moved her arm off her breasts. Her nipples were firm, and Tim's eyes caressed her tits as his hand once more began to stroke his cock. Feeling as bold as he, she took her hand off her pussy. With her legs still spread wide apart, Tim had a very good view of her open snatch. Putting herself on display was a heady turn-on, her insides bubbling and boiling as she watched Tim's reaction.
He was breathing hard, his fist was tightly clamped around his dribbling erection, and he was beginning to sweat. His eyes seemed desperate to penetrate her cunt, to see beyond the full lips only slightly parted in her crotch.
Tim didn't say a word as his hand began pumping faster and his tongue came out to moisten his lips. His eyes were glazed and wide. He glanced up quickly to make eye contact, as if seeking assurance that it was okay to proceed, then looked back down into her naked crotch. His head slowly lowered, then he suddenly dropped his face against her heated mound.
Mel didn't attempt to stop him. She wriggled her butt a bit to make sure he had complete access to her tender tissues, and placed both hands on her excited tits. She knew about oral sex, although not firsthand, so when Tim lunged for her cunt, she was ready for the experience.
The sudden warmth of his intrusive tongue was a wonderful surprise. Mel felt low voltage shocks as they sped through her groin, the muscles of her cunt contracting around his pleasurable probes. The feelings in her pussy were amazingly different. And better.
While both her finger and her dildo were rather rigid, Tim's tongue was soft and seemed to conform to the shape of her interior. He slowly stroked in and out of her tight, gripping circle, and she could feel her orgasm growing rapidly deep inside her.
"Oh, Tim! Oh, that feels good," Mel gushed, her body relaxing around his gentle strokes. She no longer thought of Tim as her brother. The man between her legs was a man, a lover, a guy with a tongue that was creating new and wonderful sensations throughout her being.
Eager and turned on more than ever before, Tim let go of his cock and placed both hands on each side of Mel's warm and humid snatch. He gently tugged on her flesh, opening her cunt wider, slipping his tongue out of her juicy box. He licked up and down her pink valley, alternating between pressing laps with his flattened tongue and tickling brushes with just its tip.
The stimulation assaulting her body wouldn't allow her to lay still. She squirmed around his sensuous tonguing, groaning and pleading for him to reach inside her again. His breath, hot and moist, against the sensitive flesh of her parted pussy added to her excitement.
After every third or fourth lick along her delicate slit, he'd blow against her hot box, sending thrilling shivers up to her chest. Then his broad, wet tongue would return to lick again.
Mel couldn't stand the absence of his tongue inside her snatch. She wanted him to fuck her, thrust his tongue in and out of her craving cunt so she could reach her orgasm. And, yet, she loved the action on the outside of her pussy as well. Her clit was hard and thumping, and her asshole was clamped so firmly closed that it almost ached.
"Oh, Tim! Please! Please drive your tongue into my pussy! I want to cum. I need to cum. Fuck me, Tim. Fuck me, now!"
Tim responded exactly the way she wanted. He took a firmer hold on her crotch, hooking his thumbs inside her cunt's full lips and spreading her open as wide as possible. Mel's entrance gaped and she couldn't have closed it if she tried.
With her hole open, her legs up and wide, her cunt stretched, Tim pushed the full length of his tongue through her yielding circle and swirled it inside her pussy. He made it as active as he could without withdrawing one bit of its length. Twisting and turning, his tongue touched her insides from top to bottom, from side to side.
Mel couldn't believe the powerful and awesome spasms that suddenly gripped her cunt. Her entire body trembled and shook, her hands squeezing down hard on her inflamed breasts. And when Tim returned to thrusting in and out of her twat, her orgasm began!
Wave after wave of lust and sex and joy raced through her body. Hot fluids escaped her innermost depths to drench her cunt. And it seemed to her that her climax would never end; it was that devastating; it was that wonderful.
Tim remained active in her cunt throughout her orgasm. And his maneuvers provided an even greater ecstasy. Once her climax began, his tongue retreated to her exterior to lap up her flowing fluids. He licked for a moment, then circled his lips around her hole to suck on her spewing twat. Then he licked some more, making sure he captured all of her sweet honey.
"Slowly," Mel said, as her orgasm ebbed. "Do it slowly."
Tim's mouth and tongue made love to her pussy. He gently kissed her sensitive gash, only occasionally licking the soft tissues of her cunt.
She squirmed and writhed beneath the tender adoration of her twat. Her skin was filled with electricity as it always was after cumming, but it seemed even more so now. She never allowed her hands to play in her cunt too long after orgasm, because she simply couldn't stand the amount of tingling ecstasy that flowed away from her sensitive snatch. And she couldn't stand it now.
Reluctantly, her hands moved down to force his head out of her crotch. As much as she loved his tongue, it was more than she could bear.
"Wow!" Mel said when Tim's head was fully removed from her crotch. "I didn't know it could be like that!"
He raised up on his knees and scooted closer to her face, his hard cock waving back and forth in his crotch. He reached for her hand. "Now do it to me," he begged.
Mel sat up, intrigued by his erection, anxious to get a feel of a man's cock, particularly a cock at the moment of climax. But she was uncertain as to exactly how to go about it. Tim instructed her.
"Watch," he said, fondling and stroking his cock. His hand coursed over his shaft from base to knob and back again, picking up speed, applying more pressure. But he couldn't show her for long or risk cumming without her help. He forced his hand off his dick and said, "Now it's your turn. Just wrap your fingers around my cock and pump it up and down. I'll let you know how you're doing."
She reached out for his hard, throbbing prick with both hands. She wanted to feel his firmness before she jacked him off. She slid her hands down his hot, pulsing shaft, down to its base, his hair soft against her fingers. Then up to his leaking cockhead, feeling the power in his erection, awed by the rigidity in his manly muscle.
Mel tried to remember all the things David had done to his cock. It seemed he paid particular attention to his knob and his nuts. She let one finger drift over the head of Tim's dick, spreading the clear liquids seeping out of the tiny hole centered in his smooth and heated knob.
"Mmmmmm," Tim groaned. "Man, that feels good. You've done this before!"
She didn't tell him that she hadn't, that his cock was the first to grace her hand. While she continued to play across the surface of his cockhead, she sent her other hand down to his balls. She cupped them, then fondled them, rolling them around and gently squeezing them as she had seen David do.
Tim responded with deep moans, and Mel started her hand traveling up and down his length. Her fingers barely grazed his taut skin. She didn't know how delicate his dick might be, how much pressure his cock could tolerate. She began slowly, and Tim groaned.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
"You're driving me insane!" he blurted. "Hold it tighter. It ain't gonna break! Squeeze it harder and pump it faster!"
Mel did as instructed. Her hand closed fully around his girth and squeezed, stroking his length faster than before. She loved the feel of his cock, the firmness that somehow seemed to yield within her pumping fist. She was surprised at how pliable his cock remained when it had looked so rigid. She tried to combine the hand and wrist movements she'd seen David use with the efforts he had applied to his nuts. She had no way of knowing it was far less complicated than she was trying to make it.
She squeezed and tugged on his hairy nuts as her other hand picked up the speed on his swollen shaft. She stared at his crotch, at all the hair around the base of his dick and coating the hot sac locked in her hand. She watched his pisshole open and close in rhythm to her stroking fist. She discovered the sensuous feel of a man's cock as it prepared to cum. It was so arousing, so erotic, she never wanted to let go of his dick.
But very quickly, far sooner than she expected, Tim's cock began to jerk and convulse in her hand.
"Oh, God!" Tim yelled. "I'm going to cum!"
Mel watched intently and kept up the pace and rhythm of her stroking hand. She released his balls thinking they might need to be free to reach climax, and awaited the release of his load. His cock continued to spasm within her grip, and she twisted her hand slightly as it glided over his fat length.
A deep growl accompanied the first burst of spunk that shot out of his cock. His cum erupted in one long strand of white liquid that spiraled through the air in a wide, high arc. When it landed on the cover of a magazine, there was an audible plopping sound. Immediately behind that first expulsion, there was another, and another. Pearly streams rose into air in very rapid succession.
Mel stared at his climax as it jumped out of his reddened knob, but she was more enthralled by the feel of his shaft as his cum raced through her squeezing fingers. His hot muscle rhythmically jerked in her fist, each pulse of his cock sending another jet of jizz into the room. She could literally feel his load climb up the inside of his prick and rush out of his cockhead. The whole process was truly amazing.
Tim's head was back, his spine was arched, his legs were spread wide with the muscles in his thighs flexed tight, as though he were trying to show Mel every inch of his crotch. He gripped the sofa as his dick continued to spurt, and Mel never let go of his spraying cock.
Together, they made a giant puddle of cum on the magazine. When his orgasm began to wind down and the blasts became smaller, Mel wondered if he was experiencing the same exquisite sensations she always felt at the end of her climax. She knew how sensitive her pussy got, but didn't know if a dick reacted the same way.
The hard, thick and hot cock she held in her hand felt so good that she wanted to possess it, use it, keep it near her always. But she knew she'd have to stop soon, his load expelled.
"Oh.. .Oh.. . " Tim whimpered. "You need to stop. I can't stand to be played with after I cum." He squirmed around each of Mel's strokes and finally placed his hand atop hers to halt the action. "Stop! It's too sensitive."
Tim pried her fingers off his dick, sitting back on his legs, his cock red and slowly deflating.
Melissa longingly gazed at his dick, still wondering what it would be like to have a cock stroking within her pussy. She even thought her cunt could handle his size, his prick not nearly as long as David's. Then she remembered her parents would be home soon.
"You have to go," she blurted. "Mom and Dad will be home any second."
"Sorry about the mess I made," he said, standing beside the sofa, his balls tight in his groin, his dick now hanging between his thighs.
"That's okay. It was an old magazine. Now, hurry up and get dressed. I'd really like to hear you explain to my mother why you're naked in our house, but-"
"No way!" he interrupted, rushing over to his clothes. "Can we do this again?" he asked, pulling on his underwear.
"We'll see. The key to the garage is next to the kitchen door. Grab your tools and go home, Tim."
His hand molded around his limp meat. "This is the only tool I want to grab around you, Melvin!" he said, working his cock up and down in his crotch.
Mel laughed and repeated, "Don't call me Melvin!" She knew he only called her that to tease, and she really didn't mind it at all. "Go home, Tim."
She got off the sofa, grabbed the magazine, and headed for the kitchen. "Here," she said, handing Tim the magazine, "put this in the trash outside. We don't want to leave any evidence."
He took the magazine, grabbed the key to the garage, and left. "Call me," he said over his shoulder. "Soon."
"I will," she said, closing the door.
She rushed upstairs to the bathroom. She was both exhilarated and confused. She had always thought of Tim as a brother, and now she didn't know what to think.
CHAPTER FOUR
Mel needed a shower, and needed one quickly. She smelled strongly of sex and felt sure her mother would detect it. But just as she stepped beneath the shower's steady stream, her body completely drenched, the phone began to ring.
She was going to let the answering machine take the call, but realized she had retrieved the messages and turned it off when she got home. She turned off the shower, grabbed a towel and returned to her bedroom.
"Hello?"
"Melissa?" the masculine voice asked. "Yes. Who is this?"
"David. I hope I'm not interrupting anything."
"Well.. .not really," she responded, looking down at the growing pool of water collecting in the carpet beneath her. "I was hoping you'd call," she added.
"I don't know why I didn't mention it earlier, but I have a couple of tickets for the ballet tonight. Would you like to go?" There was a pause and David added, "I can't get you out of my mind. I've been so horny since you left. Please say yes."
"I'd like that very much," Mel said.
"Great! We can go to dinner first, if you like."
"Will we have time?"
"If I pick you up at 6:30. Is that too soon? Can you be ready by then."
"I'll be ready."
"One last thing.. .where do you live?"
Mel gave him her address and directions, glancing at the clock. It was already 5:15, her parents due home any second, and she still had to shower. She hung up the phone and rushed back to the bathroom.
She took a quick shower to make sure her hair dried in time. When her parents arrived home, she told them she had a date and would not be dining with them. They were pleased, and didn't ask for any details.
David picked her up promptly. She wore a silky dress and high heels, but still only managed to barely reach his shoulder. As she walked to his car, the slight breeze molded the shiny, thin fabric to her body like a second skin. Desire and provocative sexuality rose up in each of them as they gazed into each other's eyes.
Dinner was pleasant, although a little rushed to make it to the theatre on time. The restaurant David selected was moderately priced with good food, but Mel was more interested in their conversation, her chance to get to know him better before offering him her body.
The ballet was mediocre at best, and David found himself bored. They went to the lobby at intermission, and David asked, "Are you enjoying this?"
Mel didn't want to offend him, but she didn't want to lie to him either. "Not really," she said hesitantly.
"Good. Neither am I. Shall we go?"
"Great idea."
Arm in arm, they left the theatre. Once in David's car, Mel sat next to him and laid her hand on his thigh. They didn't speak, but their minds were furtively active.
In the parking garage, David turned in his seat, pulled Mel into his arms and kissed her passionately. Their kiss was a heated exchange of breath, lips and tongues. They each probed and found responses that set them aflame.
Melissa, feeling hot and very aggressive, reached for the large mound of cock that poked up in David's crotch. She squeezed and kneaded his thickening prick and made him twitch in his seat.
He took her hand in his and said, "Let's hurry. Let's get upstairs and get naked!"
They practically ran to his apartment. And once inside, David picked her up and carried her off to the bedroom. There were no preliminaries. They didn't allow themselves the pleasure of undressing each other, both anxious for the pleasures awaiting them once they were naked. They stripped and tumbled onto the bed.
They were a tangle of limbs, arms and legs twisting around each other, and their passion built rapidly. Their kisses were deep and fevered, their embraces nearly smothering.
"Oh, David," Mel panted, breaking their kiss. "I want it. I really want you to fuck me. Please try."
In spite of his arousal, David remained practical. "I can't," he said softly. "I'd hurt you. I'm too big for a virgin." He took her hand and placed it on his throbbing erection. "We'll get off," he promised, "but I just can't risk fucking you."
"I can't stay a virgin all my life!" Mel exclaimed. "Won't you at least try?"
His hand moved down to pet her pussy. His finger worked its way between the soft lips of her cunt. "You're too tight. You have to work up to a cock this size. I never thought I'd be pissed off about having a cock that's too big! But I know you just can't handle it. Not yet."
Mel seemed to resign herself to the fact that David's cock was not going to be plunging into her pussy. "Well, whatever we're going to do, let's do it!"
She rubbed her hand over the large head of his cock, making him more and more excited. The feel of his large knob was making her excited, too.
"I may not be able to fuck your pretty little pussy, but I want to feel inside you," David explained, letting his finger press against the opening to her warm and wanting interior.
Mel spread her legs as much as she could, and said, "Do it. Finger-fuck me, David."
All conversation stopped as he concentrated on the hot hole of her box. He teased her opening while her hand slid the tight skin of his dick up and down his shaft. His cock drooled in readiness, greasing his knob, preparing his erection for a swift and mighty fuck. He couldn't believe his resistance to temptation. He desperately wanted to fuck her blonde snatch, drive his monster deeply into her body, but he knew he shouldn't yet.
David rolled onto his back and lifted Mel on top of him, her knees straddling his torso. She sat, her small butt cheeks kissing his chest, her thighs spreading wide to open her cunt. He stared into her pussy, his hands skimming over her smooth legs, nearing the waiting object of his lustful desire.
Both hands reached into her crotch. His fingertips glided along the folds of her twat before slipping into her gash. He gently massaged the tissues around her hole, his hands basking in the heat of her radiating cunt. He watched her snatch redden slightly as he played, and saw her stiffened clit wobble a bit as he manipulated her tender flesh.
His cock throbbed madly against his abdomen and his balls ached for release. While she was really enjoying his playful fingers, his own needs forced him into heavier action.
He got one hand into position in her crotch, his middle finger resting on top of her waiting hole. He sent his other hand behind her, down to his thumping cock. He began to jack off as he slowly worked his finger into her cunt.
Mel sighed at the growing pressure inside her body and leaned back, supporting her weight on her arms. Her pussy raised up slightly, and she let David guide her toward climax at his own pace.
She could feel his body bounce beneath her as his hand pumped his rigid organ, but she had more to think about than his cock. His finger was prying into her pussy, and she was already aware of a mounting orgasm. Her eyes closed to capture the euphoric sensations of his finger's journey into her body.
As excited as he was, David took his time getting inside her. He pushed slowly, stopping often to feel her cunt's tight grip on his probing finger. He pumped her hole a couple of times between each inward advance, feeling moisture cover his finger as he worked his way into the fiery interior of her snatch.
But Melissa was too aroused to let his slow pace continue. "Fuck me, David!" she blurted. "I've been fucked by a finger before. I can handle it. Really, I can! Please! Push inside and fuck me!"
David was extracting great pleasure from his slow journey, but succumbed to her wishes. He pushed his finger all the way into her box. Mel squealed in delight and began to bounce over his captured digit. If he wasn't willing to pick up speed, she'd take care of it for him.
She started feeling guilty about not helping him get his rocks off, but the guilt suddenly vanished as his finger began twirling inside her pussy. She was in such a state of need that she quite forgot about his cock.
David stroked her hole and pumped his cock with an identical rhythm. The feelings in his bouncing balls and pulsing prick dictated the speed of his fist and so the speed of his plunging finger. Mel was accepting the hard drives of his middle finger so easily that he began to think her pussy might actually be capable of swallowing his gigantic cock. But he was too far into his climax to give that a try now. Cum was boiling inside him and his nuts had pulled up into his crotch. At this point, there was no turning back or changing positions.
While Mel's eyes were closed, David's were wide open. He intently watched his finger probe her pussy, her slit warm and moist. Every now and then he'd steal a look up her angled body, her small breasts barely moving in spite of the pumping motion from her bouncing hips. But he was more fascinated by her open cunt.
Reddened and slightly puffy, her cunt's nearly hairless lips gently brushed his stroking finger. The longer he looked at her tempting twat, the more he wanted to bury his face between her legs and let his tongue do the walking. But he couldn't get his face close enough and settled for fingering her pretty cunt.
Melissa was close to cumming and set about to make it happen. Her hips rocked from side to side, then forward and back, then up and down again. David recognized her need right away and began to wiggle his finger inside her. Mel was ecstatic. His finger bounced around the walls of her pussy, touching all the right spots, sending shivers of joy throughout her body.
Anticipating her orgasm, David pumped his cock faster and probed her pussy more deeply. He reached into her cunt as far as possible, then twisted and turned to stimulate the tender walls of her box. Her interior was like velvet, wet velvet, her flesh clinging to his finger. And her cunt was hot. If heat was any indication, her climax was going to be spectacular!
The closer she came to release, the more Mel sighed and moaned atop his active finger. Finally, her mouth remained open in one, long, breathy gasp. Her heart pounded in her chest, her blood on fire, her pussy electrified by a climax on the verge of eruption.
And Mel came first. Her little body began to jerk. Then the hot liquids of orgasm began to run over David's thrusting finger. Her head tilted back and she began to pant around the awesome pleasures of her climax.
She didn't force the speed of her release, but rather let herself ride the big finger stuffed in her cunt. He was touching all the tender, alive spots inside her snatch, and she didn't have to do anything more than allow her sweet honey to flow.
David's view of the climaxing, hairless pussy was very exciting. As he probed his finger into her delicate flesh, he watched it being covered with her glistening discharge. Her coating fluids sparkled in the bedroom light, and he pumped his needy cock faster and faster.
Careful not to shoot his spunk into her long hair, he aimed his dick to the side. His strokes were slower but no less effective. His shaft was quickly preparing to dump a giant load.
Mel's orgasm had just about subsided when David's dick blasted out its first spasm of white jizz. He spewed cum all over the bed, his hand squeezing and pumping, his balls packed up tightly in his crotch.
Together, they rocked and rolled their way through climax. Even in the midst of his devastating release, his eyes never left her pussy. And his finger didn't stop either.
His cream flew out in jerking bursts and spattered the sheets, but Mel's juices flowed steadily, freely, covering his hand and dampening his chest. He breathed deeply, inhaling the feminine fragrance pouring out of Mel's excited crotch. And the wonderful scent seemed to prolong his climax. Cum shot out of his sensitive shaft in rapid-fire succession, his pleasure felt deep inside his body, his legs trembling at the power behind his eruption.
When they had both released all the heavenly fluids they were going to release, they collapsed on the bed. While neither felt particularly spent, they were both wonderfully fulfilled.
David wanted her to spend the night, but she knew she wouldn't be able to explain that to her parents. It was the only drawback to living at home, living under the watchful eye of her dad.
They kissed and hugged and held each other close, but Mel finally asked him to take her home. He somehow knew he wouldn't see her again, wouldn't be given the chance to expand her pussy for his giant cock. She didn't say as much, but he knew instinctively that a smaller dick was going to be the one to really awaken her cunt.
When he dropped her off at home, he left it up to her to call him. It was a call he felt he'd never get.
CHAPTER FIVE
During the next couple of days, Mel thought about calling David. But if he wasn't going to fuck her, what was the point? She could finger herself to satisfaction and knew Tim would eat her pussy any time she wanted. Then she thought about asking Tim to fuck her. His cock was smaller and she knew he'd probably do it, but he was still too muck like a brother. No, she needed a new man in her life-a man with the right size cock, the right amount of concern for her inexperienced cunt, and the right amount of concern for her as a person. It was a lot to ask for.
But first she needed a job. And her concentration was total. She kept her fingers out of her pussy and in the newspaper instead. She arranged several interviews and felt sure a job awaited her among them.
She only had one interview scheduled that morning, but it was an intriguing one. The man who had answered her phone call had sounded very noncommittal-to the point of being mysterious. His rich baritone voice had piqued her curiosity, and she instantly tried to attach a face and body to it. She imagined him to be tall, dark and handsome, a cliche, but that was how he had sounded.
She chose not to wear a lot of make-up, thinking her natural complexion was rosy and bright enough. She selected a summery cotton dress, not too casual nor too business-like and stuffy. She looked, simply, cool and fresh.
When she boarded the bus, she knew she had done the right thing. She was very conscious of the stares the bus driver and some of the male passengers gave her. Sitting in the middle of the bus, she tried not to let their lusty looks arouse her neglected cunt. But that was no easy task. Heat grew in her crotch as the bus jostled along and men kept stealing glances at her attractive features.
She was relieved when the bus pulled up to her stop. Her thoughts returned to her interview, and sex was pushed aside. For the moment.
When she entered the office suites, Vincent Crawford was standing with his back to the door. But Mel, of course, had no way of knowing the man who stood before her was the deep voice she had spoken to on the phone.
When he turned around to face her, he smiled. "Hello," he said, extending his hand and approaching. "You must be the young lady with the nine o'clock."
"Yes, I'm Melissa Taylor," she said, slipping her hand into his. She recognized his manly baritone immediately. His handshake was warm and gentle and more pleasing than any handshake should be.
"It's a pleasure to meet you. Vincent Crawford. Thank you for being so punctual; I like that." He released her hand, gestured to an open door, and said, "Please, come in and have a seat."
Mel followed Vincent into the inner office and was impressed by the furnishings. His office was very tasteful, and she sat in a padded chair in front of his chrome and glass desk. She put on her best smile to hide the nervousness she felt was written all over her face.
Vincent started to sit behind his desk, but at the last moment, he turned and took a chair next to Mel. He reached over and pressed a buzzer on his desk, then launched into the interview.
The buzzer brought a young man into the office. He pushed a cart with a coffee urn and sweet rolls on plates lined with paper doilies. Vincent continued his interview as the other man served them coffee.
Their conversation slowly turned from the job to more personal concerns.
"I know I'm not supposed to ask this in an interview, but are you married?"
"No," she replied quietly, still smiling, still nervous.
Vincent took her hand in his and held it. "I find that very surprising. You're a lovely young woman. How can it be that you're still single? I thought all the best were snatched up quickly."
Melissa blushed and looked down at the floor. Sweetly, she said, "I've never had a boyfriend."
"Now, I find that even harder to believe!" He was rubbing Mel's hand between both of his. "I would think a lot of young men would find you absolutely irresistible."
"A lot of men have made advances," she said coyly, "but I chose to ignore them. I wanted to do well in school and dating would have interfered with my studies. If I had gotten involved with a man, sex would have been-"
She stopped herself in mid-sentence, realizing she was saying a lot more than she needed to. Especially to a total stranger. His tender, somewhat fatherly approach had put her at ease, too much so.
"Sex would have been what?" he asked, still holding her hand. He gazed into her eyes. "Would you like to talk about it?"
Before she realized what she was doing, Mel began to relate her philosophy on sex. Vincent seemed genuinely interested, and Mel told him things she hadn't even told her mother. She even related the highlights of her encounters with David and Tim. Then she became painfully aware of the things she was saying, stopped, looked away from him, her face blushing more fiercely than before.
Vincent was surprised by her sudden openness. He sat back and listened, his coffee cup suspended halfway between his lap and his lips. His eyes never left Mel as she spoke. In fact, the only movement on his part was the slight rise in the front of his pants.
Vincent was hardly what you'd call a womanizer, but the instant he saw Mel, he knew he wanted to fuck her. He was thirty-two and had only been laid a few times himself, but every woman he had ever been with had declared him to be the best lover they had ever had.
His height, only slightly greater than Mel's, made him appealing to women. And his manner, gentle and considerate, always won him affection. He was remembered by the women he'd had sex with as a man who saw to their needs first, then to his own. And he knew that to be his greatest charm. Please your woman first and she'll please you more.
Listening to Mel's talk about her brief and exploratory sex with David and Tim stimulated him beyond reason. He had gone quite some time without sex and the words he was hearing from Mel's sweet lips were enough to make him horny.
When he realized Mel was approaching the end to her story, Vincent rehearsed in his head what he would say to convince her to have sex with him. He found her so attractive that if she decided she wasn't ready to be fucked, he'd respect her wishes. He'd be disappointed, but he'd still let her dictate the course of their sex.
When Mel finished talking, Vincent had to cross his legs to hide his full-blown erection. He wanted to stand, take the two small steps that would put him next to her, and then take her into his arms. And he would have done just that except for his raging boner. He was afraid to let her know the pleasurable effect she was having on his cock.
Mel looked up, wondering if she had said too much, been too bold. Vincent Crawford was a very handsome man, but she knew nothing about him. And to bare her soul the way she had was not like her at all. But she couldn't help herself. There was something in his eyes that instantly told her this was a man with genuine respect for women. And that made it easy to talk to him. Obviously, about anything.
Vincent remained silent a moment longer. He gazed straight at her and said, "You need to have someone make love to you. I can hear it in your voice. I can see it in the way you move."
Melissa felt her cheeks turn crimson.
Since she didn't tell him he was wrong about her, he felt bolder than ever. "Come here," he said softly. He remained seated, still concerned about concealing his hard-on, and had Mel make the short trip between them. His hands pulled tenderly at her waist and guided her slight frame onto his lap.
Mel, eyes closed, sat nervously and waited to see what Vincent would do. Emotions and doubts swirled inside her as she felt the first tender touches of his hands as they explored her body. One hand crept carefully up her legs while the other brushed against her breasts.
Silently, Mel thought, Oh, I hope he wants to go all the way! She knew she was risking the job, but at the moment, she was far too interested in what this gentle man could do for her pussy.
When his hand reached the junction between her thighs, he probed cautiously with just the tips of his fingers, expecting to encounter the silky underpants favored by most women. Instead, he found naked skin. Hot, moist and naked skin. A heavy sigh escaped his lips as he gently brushed over the soft mound of her unclothed pussy.
His free arm snaked around her back, and he pressed Mel closer to his chest. He kissed her on the neck and ear. As he diverted her attention with his kisses, his fingers reached a little more boldly into her snatch. He began to feel her up with slow, gentle strokes.
The first touch of his fingers on her bare cunt brought all the need in Mel to the surface.
"Ohhhhh, that feels good," she purred.
"Stand up," he whispered. When Mel got off his lap, he took her hand and led her into yet another office. It contained a sofa bed, open, and a small refrigerator. "My hide-a-way," he confided, closing the door behind them for privacy.
He faced her and seemed strangely reluctant to go any further than just gazing upon her beauty. Then his hands reached out for her chest. He began to open the buttons on her dress. "You want this," he said, feeling compelled to explain his actions, "and so do I."
Mel remained very still and very calm, allowing him to remove her clothing. She didn't really understand it herself, but she wanted to be naked for him, wanted to bare her body for his lust-filled eyes. As badly as she wanted to, she didn't help him.
When he got the front of her dress open and slipped it off her shoulders, he immediately reached around to unfasten her bra. Loosened in the back, he slowly slid the bra straps down her arms. His eyes were locked on her breasts as they gradually revealed themselves. Dropping her bra to the floor, he stepped back to admire her young bosom. What he saw sent fire racing up his spine. His desire turned into urgent need.
He leaned forward to taste the little nipples he saw perched atop her small titties. While he licked and nibbled at her rising peaks, his hands were busy releasing the belt that held her dress around her waist. When he got it opened, he let it go. Her dress slithered down, over her shapely legs to land in a pile on the floor.
Mel stepped out of her shoes, and stepped back. Stark naked, lust filled her body as she watched Vincent scan the intimate details of her curvaceous figure. But she wanted more than to be simply admired. She wanted to be fucked. She lay back on the bed and parted her legs slightly. She needed to show him her pussy, but not in its entirety. Not yet, at least.
Quickly, with shaking fingers, Vincent stripped away his clothes. Melissa watched intently as his body began to reveal itself. She was a bit apprehensive when he went for the belt of his pants. She was afraid his cock would be as big as David's, and she wasn't convinced she was ready for anything that size.
As he stood in just his underwear, Melissa gazed at the firm tenting of his shorts. She looked up to his smiling face, then let her eyes drift down his hairy chest. He was by no means muscle-bound, his muscles firm but not overworked, and Mel was fascinated by the amount of hair covering his flesh. His dark fur led her eyes over his stomach and to the top of his briefs.
His thumbs were hooked in the waistband and gliding down his hips. The large bulge lowered as did his underwear. It was obvious that he was teasing her with his slow strip as much as she was teasing him with the barely visible flesh within her gash.
The elastic finally revealed a wide swath of naked skin within a forest of swirling hairs. It slowly inched away from the base of his cock and along his smooth and firm shaft. Melissa drew in a breath as she watched him expose his dick for her hungry eyes.
He stopped with his underwear just covering his cockhead, his shaft fully exposed, his crotch covered with curly pubes, the sac containing his balls visible on either side of his downward angled prick.
Vincent's heart pounded in his chest. He was immensely enjoying the look in her eye, the wild beating within his cock putting a strain on his control, and while he wanted to perform for her lusty stare, he couldn't stand the pressure in his shaft any longer.
He sent his underwear flying down his legs and off his feet. His cock flew up to smack his belly, his low-hanging balls wobbling between his thighs. He straightened up, his arms at his sides, his body ready for inspection.
Melissa was pleased by what she saw. His cock was not as huge as David's, but it was by no means tiny either. She stared at his crotch, thinking his rigid length was just the right size.
But her attention was drawn down to his nuts. They reached far down his thighs, the skin around his twin ovals smooth while his dangling sac was deeply ridged like a pleated skirt.
When he could no longer resist the temptation to grab onto his prick and jerk himself off, he lay down beside Mel, his dick hard, thumping and aching to get at her luscious cunt.
"You are ready, aren't you?" he asked before even touching her.
"Oh, yes! I'm ready. I'm really ready. I just never did it before."
Vincent moved into position between Mel's legs without another word and spread them apart with his hands. He looked down at her nearly hairless cunt and admired its erotic beauty.
Being the considerate guy he was, Vincent considered Mel over his cock's urgent desires. He handled her carefully, gently. When he had her knees bent slightly and her legs spread, he lowered his face until he was lying belly down between her smooth and parted thighs. He placed his mouth directly in line with Mel's pussy and exhaled softly.
The warm air sent shivers through her body, and Mel moaned out loud. She silently prayed that what was to follow was only preliminary, and settled back to have her pussy eaten before being fucked.
Vincent pursed his lips and kissed Mel's naked cunt lips. Again he heard quiet moans come from her throat. With such stimulating encouragement, he opened his mouth and extended his tongue. His fingers moved into position on either side of her slit and gently tugged her open. When his tongue made contact with her swollen, moist flesh, he slowly licked from the bottom to the top of her succulent snatch.
The sounds Mel uttered were moist and incoherent. She rolled her head from side to side and vowed never again to go so long between orgasms. Her body was on fire, and she already felt close to explosion. She pleaded, when she could speak, for Vincent to tongue her pussy harder and deeper, to bring her cunt to eruption in spite of her desperate desire to be fucked.
Vincent proved to be an excellent lover. He treated the exquisite pussy before him as though it were a part of himself. He caressed her sex flesh carefully, and when he delved into the damp depths of Mel's cunt, he concentrated his tongue and mouth on her hard, unbending clit.
His restraint was phenomenal. Not once did he allow his tongue to penetrate her hole, saving that pleasure for his madly thumping prick. He licked across it, around it, pressed against it, but refused to allow his tongue the entrance it so strongly desired. It was driving him crazy, but that was part of the pleasure.
He tasted her flavorful juices and knew that they flowed because of his manipulations. He also knew that he could get her off without thrusting into the interior of her heated snatch. Her gyrations were vivid evidence that she was rapidly approaching the point of eruption. He continued to suck her clit, fondle her soft cunt lips and let his tongue wander over the wonderfully firm flesh of her pussy.
Mel was hotter than ever before. She couldn't believe she was ready to cum without his tongue driving into her depths. She placed her hands behind each knee and lifted her legs up and farther apart so Vincent could get at her wanting hole more easily. She moved slowly, afraid faster movement would break the stimulating contact of his mouth on her cunt. She thought she was sending a very clear message, but it wasn't being received.
Vincent continued to avoid her wet and wanting hole. Mel kept her eyes closed and in the darkness behind her lids she saw bright explosions of color. As she moved closer and closer to climax, the explosions got brighter and brighter. Vincent nursed her closer and closer to a powerful cream, and although she wasn't being fucked, she couldn't be disappointed.
Mel's body shuddered around his flicking tongue, and Vincent knew she was almost there. He anxiously awaited the first taste of her orgasm, and moved his mouth lower in her gash.
Mel's juices were flowing in copious, salty rivulets even before her moment arrived. With each lick of Vincent's tongue along her sweltering valley, her hot flesh seeped more and more sugary waters. Her juices were thick and thin, hot and cool, salty and sweet, signs of the building eruption within her body.
The spasms that shook her pussy made her squirm and twist and gasp for air. Her entire body was covered with a light sheen of perspiration, which blended with her perfume to make the room smell sweet.
Vincent moved his head only enough to keep consistent contact with her gyrating box. When she lifted her hips, he raised up with her; when she lowered herself back to the bed, he lowered his head, too. Through all her actions, he persisted, licking her twat in long, gliding strokes.
Mel suddenly arched her back, sending her pussy high off the bed. Vincent rose up with her, his lips locked around her sturdy clit. But he quickly released it when he realized she had reached her climax.
His mouth lowered to her hole, his lips circling, his tongue pulling back, ready to suck in every bit of her cum.
Mel felt his lips against her cunthole at the very moment the first wave of fiery liquids oozed from her depths. She screamed around that initial and devastating release, then panted through the continuing flow from her electrified cunt. Her body went limp as her orgasm charged through her pussy, but her hips remained elevated above the bed.
Vincent's hands cupped her smooth ass, keeping her spewing snatch high in the air. His fingers dug into her soft buns as his mouth sucked hard. Her fluids raced out of her tingling twat and down his throat.
Her hands clasped onto her tits as she tried to bear up under the glorious sensations produced by a powerful climax. She was close to tears of ecstasy when Vincent's tongue returned to her cunt. With his lips still circled, he skimmed her hole with a feathery touch.
Mel's hips exploded in frenzied motion. The added stimulation from his playful tongue made cumming even better. Orgasm had never felt like this! And it didn't appear that it was ever going to end.
Tears ran down her cheeks and her fingers dug into her tits. Her pussy flamed with a fire that was hotter and more enjoyable than anything ever produced by her own fingers or her mother's dildo. And Vincent's mouth was far superior to Tim's, the younger man's efforts seeming immature and clumsy compared to Vincent's wildly exciting tongue.
But even a climax as wonderful as this one eventually had to come to an end. Her juices slowed, Vincent's mouth pulled away, and her hips were returned to the bed. But Mel was hardly about to complain.
She opened her eyes and held out her arms to her new lover. There was a smile on his lips as he moved to lay his body down on top of her. His hairy chest tickled her tits, her arms closing around him, her lips nibbling on his ear. Words to express her gratitude escaped her.
CHAPTER SIX
Vincent didn't lie still for long before shifting his position. His cock was too demanding to ignore its needs. Raising himself out of Mel's embrace, onto his knees, he lifted her shapely legs up and over his shoulders.
He had never considered himself overly endowed, but Vincent had, he felt, proved the saying that size isn't what counts. He knew what to do with what he had. And he knew he had to do it now or burst.
"You sure you're ready?" he asked one more time, gazing down at the object of his cock's desire.
Mel nodded in the affirmative, her lips curving into a reassuring smile.
He parted her legs a little more and saw she was highly lubricated from the combined fluids that she produced and the saliva he had deposited in her snug little cunt. It was a beautiful sight, but he wasn't going to get his rocks off just looking at her pussy.
When he braced himself and leaned into Mel's upturned crotch, his cock was rigid, swollen hard and drooling. He grabbed his pulsing prick, placed his wet cockhead against her cunt and held it there for a moment.
His hesitation forced Mel's eyes down between her legs.
"Do you want my cock?" he asked.
"Yes. Oh, yes. More than ever!" Mel practically begged him to stuff his prick into her pussy.
He proceeded without another word. With his dick in position, he placed his hands on Mel's creamy shoulders. His knees inched forward, his hips unmoving. Slowly, gently, he pushed his hard cock forward and pulled her hips downward.
There was a brief moment of resistance, and then his knob poked inside her cunt. Mel didn't make a sound. She was more surprised than anything else. The head of his cock sat in her entrance, her hole spread around his sloping girth, and it was just like taking her dildo.
Vincent pushed again, his mushroom slipping beyond the gateway to her cunt.
Mel felt her hole expand and slightly contract as she accepted the head of his dick. She was watching his progress and was amazed at how easily her cunt had swallowed the end of his prick. When she realized that she had been penetrated by a man's cock for the very first time, she was elated.
"Oh! Yes!" she cried. "That's it. I can feel it! I can feel your cock inside me!"
She didn't think about all the cock remaining to be stuffed into her cunt. She was too happy with simply having an erection blocking the hole to her pussy. She raised her head higher to make sure she could see everything that was happening, her hands pushing against the bed. She could hardly control her emotions as she watched his shaft slowly creep into her box.
Vincent was fighting his urges. Her pussy was clamped tightly around his cock, and what he really wanted to do was slam his length into her twat. His dick was begging to be buried, but he was too afraid of hurting her. If this was indeed her first time, it needed to be good.
He slowly crammed his cock into her depths, keeping his journey straight and steady. It was torture. It was heaven. It was more than a man should be expected to bear.
Mel could feel her cunt stretch around his incoming cock. Her hole easily expanded around his smoothly gliding girth, and it was the interior of her box that truly amazed her. She actually had no idea of the dimensions of her pussy, all she knew was that his cockhead was pushing against her flesh, and that her flesh was hugging the circumference of his moving dick.
Mel watched until his entire length had disappeared into her body. His dark pubic hairs completely covered her cunt and tickled her delicate flesh. But she wasn't laughing. Even though he was totally inside her, his hips didn't stop pushing.
All of a sudden, Mel gasped, her eyes drifted closed in ecstasy, and she fell back on the bed. Somewhere deep inside her, his cockhead had pressed a magic button that stimulated her pussy in a way she could never have done herself. Electricity spread throughout her crotch and her entire body quivered around newly discovered sensations of sex.
Mel gasped and panted like a woman on the brink of orgasm, and he wasn't even fucking her yet! Just holding his cock inside her cunt Was ecstasy beyond measure. She couldn't wait for what actual fucking had in store for her young body.
Vincent placed both hands on her lovely breasts as he began to slowly withdraw his thundering rod. His ass was clenched tight as he struggled to retain control of his speed. He eased his cockhead back to the opening of her pussy and languished for a moment in the ecstasy of her strong grip on his cock.
"Oh, please! Don't pull it out!" Mel said, raising her head and staring down at the reddened shaft sticking out of her cunt.
"Don't worry! There's no chance of that!"
Vincent said, giving her tits a gentle squeeze. "I'm gonna fuck your wonderful pussy, but I don't want to hurt you. Lay back, and leave the driving to me."
Mel did as he suggested. She tried to relax around his throbbing dick, but she was too filled with excitement. She closed her eyes again to savor every delicious sensation of her first fuck, and was anxious for the action to begin.
Vincent didn't make her wait. As soon as her head hit the mattress, his cock was on the move. He pressed forward, sending his rigid length back into the depths of her cunt. And as soon as his stimulating prick was fully inside her, he backed out again, only to start another inward advance.
Mel was beside herself. Words couldn't describe the tornado of emotions and feelings that dominated her insides as her pussy accepted his cock. She lay there and let him fuck her, his dick stroking effortlessly, her cunt sucking on his shaft, her body ablaze with wondrous joy.
Vincent established a steady rhythm, one that he felt would please them both. His pace was sure to protect the delicate tissues of her cunt while, at the same time, guaranteeing the friction against his dick necessary to make him cum.
But he quickly realized that cumming wasn't going to be a problem. His climax was swiftly clawing at the base of his cock. He attributed the rapid rise of his cream to the length of time it had been since his last fuck, but even moreso to the wonders of the pussy beneath him. Tight and sucking, her cunt was truly astounding.
Vincent wanted to bang his balls against her ass, to drive his cock deeply inside her. And his heart tried to guide his hips, force his thrusts to be as furious as the wild pace of his boiling blood.
And try as hard as he could, he was powerless to stop the steady increase in the speed of his stroking boner. The more times his flaming sword entered her hugging sheath of a cunt, the faster his hips guided his dick into her pussy. If he wasn't careful, he'd soon have his wish. Very shortly, his balls would be slapping her ass and his prick would be ramming her box.
Vincent suddenly yanked his cock completely out of her snatch, surprising them both. He gasped and panted as Mel's head raised, wide-eyed, mouth open.
"Don't stop! You didn't cum already, did you?" she asked innocently.
"No. I didn't cum," he assured her between gasps of air. "I'm afraid I'm going to hurt you. Are you okay?"
"Okay? My God! I've never had anything like this! Put your cock back inside me. Please!"
"I'm not hurting you? I'm not fucking you too fast?"
"Not yet! I promise I'll tell you if you're hurting me. Okay? Come on. Fuck me. Put your cock in my pussy and start pumping!"
Mel was shocked. She had never talked like that before. But then, she had never been fucked before. She felt a little slutty, but not so much so that she was going to stop. On the contrary. She was so anxious for his dick that she sent her hand down between her legs, grabbed his shaft and placed his cockhead against her craving hole.
"Fuck my pussy with your big cock," she said with a little giggle in her voice, feeling very naughty for using such language.
Vincent instantly complied with her request and decided it was time to look out for his own needs. He took her hand off his cock as soon as his knob was back inside her pussy. Then he planted his hands firmly on the bed, his chest angled above her, his hips angled over her cunt. It was his favorite fucking position, and the one that allowed him to drive deeply into a woman's body.
Mel braced herself for what she felt was going to be a lot more intense than anything that had preceded this second introduction of his cock to her cunt.
Vincent had been transformed from a gentle man into something not un-like a jackhammer. He pummeled her pussy, his hard cock sinking deeply into Mel's twat. His speed made himself and her both gasp and struggle for breath.
He held his back rigid, letting his hips drive his erection in and out of her snatch. He really got into his rapid-fire fucking, and so did Mel.
Even before this new attack, Mel was stimulated to the point where another orgasm was inevitable. Her body would soon be erupting in glorious climax.
Vincent, excited from just having claimed a nearly virginal cunt, needed to dump his load quickly. And that was exactly how it was going to happen now that he had achieved his heart's desire.
He pumped his hips as fast as he could. His balls slapped her ass and recoiled, slowly pulling up into his crotch in preparation for the release of his cum. No matter how fast his hips drove into her cunt, her pussy's grip was always tight on his sliding shaft. And that made release all the more necessary.
The question was not who was going to cum, but who was going to cum first. They were both racing to eruption, and they were both thinking about their own internal desires.
Mel had so much to think about, she couldn't think at all. Everything that was happening was new to her. Only far into their fuck did she realize that she was fucking him as much as he was fucking her. Her hips were pumping against his thrusting prick with a gusto that equaled his. Their crotches banged together, and lewd noises were rising from her pussy.
Very near to reaching orgasm, Mel opened her eyes and stared up at Vincent. His eyes were squeezed tightly closed, sweat running over his face. Tiny drops of perspiration gleamed beneath the thick mat of hair on his chest. His stomach was tensed, the veins in his arms were bulging, and he looked like he was about to have a coronary.
Before she could ask if he was okay, Vincent made an announcement.
When his orgasm had fully inflated his swiftly stroking shaft, causing his cock to burn and itch, and when his balls had fully tightened into his crotch, he said simply, "Cumming!"
That one word was music to Mel's ears. It told her that she was going to finally experience what she thought would be the ultimate in sex-a man's climax within her cunt. But she also had something else to think about.
"Me.. .too.. . " she panted.
Vincent reached his climax first. Searing cream shot out of his cock and into her pussy. Mel was startled, shocked and amazed. Immediate fire erupted in her pussy. It felt like her insides were being bombarded, his jizz hitting the walls of her cunt hard. But she hardly had time to relish these new delights before her own climax decided to blow.
Her second orgasm was strong, gut-wrenching and deeply satisfying. She screamed with an intensity that she was sure would frighten the entire building. She couldn't help it. Her pussy blazed with flames mightier than any forest fire.
While Vincent continued to pump his cock into her cunt, Mel could do no more than lay beneath him. There was no pain, no suffering, just boundless ecstasy.
When Vincent finally stopped thrusting into her twat, his cock was fully buried between her trembling legs. She felt full, to the point of overflowing.
Only after their climaxes had fully subsided, and only after several minutes of heavy breathing, did either of them attempt to speak.
"You're going to make one dynamite saleslady," he said.
Mel's pussy still clung to Vincent's semi-erect prick. She opened her eyes and focused on his handsome features. "You mean I got the job?"
"If you want it, it's yours. But don't get me wrong. You didn't get it because of what we just did. You're going to have to work and work hard."
"Yes, boss," Mel said with a smile. She raised up and planted a kiss on his wet cheek. Since his dick was still in her cunt, she wondered if she could talk him into fucking her again. She felt ready.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Melissa cancelled the rest of the interviews she had scheduled that week because she had herself a job. She had been hired to sell "point of sale" equipment to small businesses-computerized cash registers, hand-held bar code scanners, and all the supplies that went along with it. If she did well, she could work up to entire systems for larger businesses.
Vincent took on the task of training her himself. They spent the next week in each other's company, and Mel was an eager student. She learned the operation of the equipment quickly, so Vincent concentrated on sales techniques and how she should carry herself to create a professional presence.
They spent hour after hour with Vincent playing the part of the sales representative and Mel the customer. Then they switched roles. Vincent was quite pleased with her natural sales ability.
Because of her intense training, Mel spent little time at home. And when she was home, she did little more than eat and sleep. While she thought about sex, about masturbation, she didn't act upon her thoughts, and she and Vincent hadn't done it since that first time. By the end of the week, Mel was hornier than she could ever remember.
David had called her, but she put him off. And Tim stopped by the house occasionally, as he always did, but he didn't approach her about sex. Which was just as well, for Mel had decided she couldn't do anything more with Tim. Now that she had met Vincent, he was all she wanted. But she was beginning to wonder if he wanted her.
Vincent gave her a list of potential customers, and Mel was off on her first day of work. It was a little scary going out on her own, but he had taught her well. By the end of that first day, she had three sales to bring back to the office.
She dropped into a chair in Vincent's office, tired but pleased. And Vincent seemed pleased as well. She smiled and said, "I really think I can do this job."
Vincent looked over the orders and smiled back. "I think you can, too."
He figured her commission on each sale, and when Mel heard how much she had earned in only one day, she straightened up in the chair. "That much? Wow!"
"Let's celebrate. You've worked hard and done very well. You've earned it."
"I'd like that. Just give me a minute to freshen up."
Vincent took her to a nice restaurant just a block away from the office. They talked about Mel's day, but Vincent was more interested in getting to know her better. He slowly turned the conversation to more personal matters.
After a couple of drinks, Mel felt comfortable telling him almost anything. And she made sure she told him how much their lovemaking had meant to her. Vincent looked embarrassed when she complimented him on both his sexual prowess and his excellent sales training. But that look disappeared when she told him she wanted to be with him again.
"I want to learn from you. I want to learn how a woman can please a man," she said boldly, three drinks having loosened her tongue.
"And I'd love to teach you." His hand reached across the table and settled on top of hers. "Let's go back to the office after dinner."
"I can't wait," Mel said with a sexy wink.
She was unaccustomed to alcohol and felt a little giddy when they got back to the office. The drinks expelled any of her remaining inhibitions, and she threw her arms around his neck, kissing him passionately. She felt oddly aggressive making that first move, but she liked it.
She planted her lips over his and probed into his mouth with her tongue. Vincent's arms coiled around her petite body, and he eagerly returned her kisses. Locked together, Mel's lack of recent sex centered in her mouth. She waged a playful war with his tongue and wanted to eat him alive.
"Slow down, tiger," Vincent said, breaking their embrace. "We're in no hurry."
"Is that the way you like it? Slow?" she questioned.
"Sometimes, but not always. Your first lesson: don't be afraid of variety."
"Variety," Mel repeated. "Okay. Then let me strip you. I think I can do that on my own."
Vincent just smiled.
Mel kicked off her shoes and began to undress him on the spot rather than wasting the time to move into his "hide-a-way." She slipped off his suit jacket and removed his tie, tossing it aside. Then she began to unbutton his shirt. When she got it open and started pulling it down his arms, her eyes drank in the beauty of his chest. She absolutely adored the amount of hair covering his smooth skin, and her knees felt weak with lust.
As soon as his shirt hit the floor, her hands flattened onto his chest. Her fingers played through his thick carpet of fur, across his pecs, over his stomach, relishing the luxurious feel of his hair.
Vincent stood motionless, enjoying the attention, pleased that Mel was obviously pleased. Mel released his belt buckle, and stopped. She knelt in front of him to remove his shoes and socks so his pants wouldn't get caught up on them. Vincent raised each foot and was anxious for her to get higher on his body.
Mel looked up once his feet were bare, but that was the last time she would gaze higher than his waist. She unhooked the clasp of his pants and lowered his zipper. His pants slid down, and she took them off completely.
Her hands slowly moved up his legs, her eyes locked on his crotch. He was wearing boxer shorts so she couldn't see his cock at all. Her hands skimmed over the fabric so she could at least feel what lay hidden from her hungry eyes. She rolled his dick back and forth and felt that it was already slightly hard.
But not seeing his dick was torture. She curled her fingers beneath the elastic waistband and yanked his boxers down his legs. Vincent quickly stepped out of them, and they were discarded.
Once his shorts were gone, his cock raised away from his groin. Mel stared at his hairy crotch and knew his dick was only semi-erect, because it was different from the first time she had seen it. A tube of loose skin covered his cockhead when it had been bare the day he fucked her. She had seen men's cocks with foreskins over their knobs in her magazines, but this was her chance to find out what happened to all that skin when a man got an erection.
She took hold of his shaft and rolled his prick within her fingers, feeling the heat and soft rigidity of his growing cock. She watched the end of his dick intently as his erection strengthened. Slowly, the loose skin tightened and gradually pulled away from his cockhead to finally leave his sloping knob exposed. Fascinating!
When her hand trailed along his shaft and moved onto his head, Vincent sighed above her. The full length of his cock was there for her to enjoy, but she had other investigations to perform.
Mel sent one hand down to scoop up Vincent's balls. She was surprised at the soft heaviness of them, not really sure what she had expected. She felt the warm skin sac and the weight of his testicles. Probing, exploring, feeling him up, she lifted his nuts. She saw the hair-covered mound of flesh that ran back between his legs. When she touched him there with her fingertip, Vincent shivered and groaned.
"Does that feel good?" she asked.
"Wonderful!"
She let her hand rub between his legs and up onto the globes of his ass. Vincent moaned above her so she remained on her knees, looking and intensely studying all he had to offer her. Her hands seemed to be pleasing him, and his cock and balls were definitely pleasing her. She loved the feel of his hard cock, but especially enjoyed the contrasts in his crotch.
His balls were particularly intriguing to her. While his nuts themselves were firm, the hanging skin that held them was soft and pliable. She played with his hanging sac and watched his balls wobble between his thighs. At the same time, her hand stroked over his rigid dick.
But there was something more that kept her interest in his crotch, something she couldn't describe. An unusual, unfamiliar desire was building within her. Then, without warning, she had the powerful urge to take his stiff cock and stuff it into her mouth.
She had read stories in her magazines about women giving men blow jobs, so she thought she knew what they were all about. But with no experience herself, she doubted she possessed the technique to provide sufficient stimulation to get him off.
Still, she wanted to give it a try. She parted her lips and took his cock into the dark, smooth wetness of her mouth. When she closed her lips around his dick and pressed her tongue against his sensitive shaft, Vincent whimpered.
"Oh, my God! Oh, Melissa! That's fantastic!"
Mel had only about half his cock in her mouth, the portion which remained outside encircled by her forefinger and thumb. She did what seemed natural. She moved her head up and down his erection, her lips gliding along the smooth, taut skin of his dick.
The first few trips along his pulsing cock made Vincent's knees tremble. And even though his entire length had yet to be swallowed by her moist mouth, his breathing came in gulps.
Mel thought her mouth was too small for his cock. She couldn't seem to get her lips down to the base of his dick, the back of her mouth preventing her from getting down that far. As she tried to engulf the entirety of his erection, she wrapped her fingers around his nut sac. She began to pump her head faster and faster, thinking she probably didn't have to have all his cock in her mouth to make him cum.
She could tell by his consistent moans and the flexing of his muscles that she was doing something right. She wanted to inquire if it really felt as good as it appeared to. She wanted to know what more she could do that she wasn't already doing. She wanted instruction to make sure she was performing correctly, but she didn't want to remove his cock from her mouth long enough to ask.
Vincent placed his hands on each side of her head and momentarily stopped all movement. "Relax your throat," he said, "and try to take me all the way. I'll go slow, I promise."
He began to move his hips, swiveling his pelvis from side to side as he thrust his dick in and out of her eager, willing mouth. He didn't try to enter her throat until she adapted to his new moves.
Mel had her eyes open wide, watching his cock as it slid between her lips. She tried to relax her throat, but wasn't exactly sure how that was to be accomplished. She felt the hard ridges under the skin of his stroking dick as they scraped against her teeth. Still, her lips had yet to circle around the base of his cock.
Vincent proceeded slowly, introducing her throat to just the end of his cock on each inward lunge. He was in no hurry, her mouth heavenly on his thumping rod.
When Mel tasted the first drops of fluid as they escaped Vincent's cock and dribbled onto her tongue, she felt her throat tighten. Now, she had a better idea of what to do. The feeling needed to be just the opposite of what she was now experiencing. She forced her throat to open and began to bob her head over his drooling dick.
But then she encountered what appeared to be another problem. There seemed to be a swelling taking place. She had thought his prick was as hard as it was going to get, but as he fucked her face, his cock began to take on bigger dimensions.
Vincent was grunting and puffing as he tried to work more of his hard-on into her mouth. His grip tightened slightly and Mel decided to hold her head still. With her throat open the best she knew how, she eagerly received the thrusts of his cock.
His knob kept banging against the back of her mouth, and finally part of it squeezed into the narrow opening to her throat. She desperately fought against the gagging sensation that accompanied his intrusion, and struggled to keep her throat relaxed for more of his cock.
Vincent was true to his word. He worked her mouth slowly. As soon as his head poked into her throat, he pulled back to stroke within the openness of her mouth a few times before attempting another climb down her throat.
Each time his cockhead touched the opening at the back of her mouth, Mel took a little more of his dick into her tunnel. She quickly learned how to breathe around a pumping cock, and relaxing the muscles in her neck got easier the longer he stroked between her pressing lips.
Vincent let out a joyous cry when he finally buried the full length of his cock in her throat. Mel's nose pushed into his pubic hair, and her lips circled around the base of his dick. She smiled the best she could with a mouth full of tasty cock.
As soon as Mel had taken every bit of his length, and didn't seem to be choking, his shot into action. While he didn't fuck her mouth as fast as he could, he charged forward and back with a pace that was sure to make him cum. But he didn't really need speed. The tight grip of her narrow throat around his pulsing girth was doing marvelous things to his body.
Mel hung onto his balls as his sturdy shaft stroked through her mouth. Her other hand moved onto his hairy ass, more to keep herself from toppling than to help guide his dick. His globes were hot and wet and working as hard as his hips. The muscles in his ass were clenching tight as he drove his cock into her throat, relaxing somewhat as he pulled back to her gripping lips.
She let her hand wander over his ass as her other hand squeezed and fondled his nuts. They were hot and getting hotter.
Vincent didn't tell her when the moment of climax had arrived. He couldn't. He was too excited and panting far too hard to talk.
Whether Mel was expecting to receive his load or not, it was out of his control. When the time for his orgasm was reached, he spurted into her mouth. Over and over, as the contractions and spasms twisted his muscles and thrilled him thoroughly, he sprayed gob after hot, creamy gob of cum into her mouth.
After the initial shock, Mel swallowed and swallowed, not allowing one drop of his spunk to get away from her. She was thankful that Vincent had decided to dump his load in the openness of her mouth so she could get a taste of his cum. And the taste was a powerfully new experience. She found his jizz pleasant and surprisingly stimulating. Acrid, sweet, salty and abundant, she drank down the rich liquids rising out of his balls and into her body.
Vincent grunted around each and every shot of his escaping load. He kept up his fucking motions long after the last blast of his climax. He was still in the wild throes of ecstasy after his orgasm had run its course and reveled in the sensations produced by her wonderful mouth. His storehouse had been emptied of cum, but he was reluctant to break the physical bond between them.
Mel, for the first blow job of her life, felt pleased with her performance. She had stimulated Vincent by slowly undressing him and ogling his manhood. Then her probing fingers on his cock and balls had turned him on more. And when she finally took his cock into her mouth, he reached the ultimate goal. After all, cumming was the name of the game, no matter how it's accomplished.
She stayed on her knees in front of him, letting him play out his climax to the very end. She released his nuts to let them swing freely between his thighs, his hips gently rocking. His cock played across her tongue, his knob poking at her cheeks, his pelvis occasionally jerking as the sensitivity in his dick got to be too much.
When Vincent finally pulled back and allowed his cock to slip away from her mouth, he dropped to his knees on the floor beside her. "That was incredible!" he exclaimed.
He kissed her several times, tasting the remnants of his cum in her mouth. Then he guided her to the floor. "Now, it's your turn," he said seductively.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Vincent quickly got Mel undressed. He peeled off her clothes and threw them onto a nearby chair. When he had her naked, his hands skimmed over her breasts and dipped between her legs. He gently pushed against the insides of her thighs. Mel eagerly opened up for him.
His fingertips grazed her mound before they slipped between the soft lips of her cunt. He opened her snatch, his arms pressing aggressively against her legs. His head lowered, a breathy sigh escaping his lips as he buried his face in her cooze.
The touch of Vincent's moist mouth on her parted pussy made Mel cry out. Her muscles tensed, and her body refused to let her lie limply beneath him. Each time his tongue slipped into her cunt or over her sensitive labia, she shuddered and twisted around the stimulation.
She was so horny that her orgasm was instantly sparked to life. Heat welled up in her innermost depths, and her eyes slowly closed.
Her clit was hard long before Vincent introduced his mouth to her twat, but now it throbbed madly as he brushed against it with various parts of his face. Her tiny prong produced a huge amount of sensation, and she writhed each time it was touched.
Moaning beneath his tongue's manipulations, Mel struggled to contain her climax. It was rising too quickly, threatening to erupt far too soon for maximum enjoyment. She had done it again. She had gone too long between sexual sessions. And yet, the sensations seemed more intense than ever before. Maybe placing time between orgasms was a good thing after all.
Her eyes popped open when Vincent pulled out of her crotch. He got up and reached down for her hands. He pulled her to her feet and led her over to the big desk which dominated his office. He lifted her up and sat her on the edge, with her legs dangling over the side. "Lay back," he gently ordered.
Mel lay across the desk, her legs hanging on each side of Vincent's desk chair. He sat down and moved the chair directly in front of her cunt.
She looked up at the ceiling and let her mind drift while Vincent's fingers returned to her pussy. He explored her crotch as she had earlier explored his.
She heard the squeak of the chair's casters as he rolled himself in closer. His hands rested on each inner thigh and spread her open as far as he could. Staring between her shapely legs, he lowered his mouth to her cunt a second time. All the pretty pink flesh of her pussy was exposed to his mouth and tongue.
Vincent licked her cunt, pressing firmly, up one side and down the other. He paid particular attention to her swollen and semi-rigid clit. He remembered how nicely she reacted when he toyed with her little erection, and he wanted her to feel that pleasure again.
When his lips made contact with her blood-filled clit, she groaned loudly and squirmed beneath his mouth. "Oh, that feels good. Suck it, Vincent. Suck my little clitty."
He gladly granted her request. His lips slowly skimmed down the hot flesh of her clit, and his tongue circled around its slender circumference when it was totally within his mouth.
Mel gasped and tried to close her legs. But Vincent held her open, his nose buried in her flesh, his chin pressed firmly into her valley, her clit throbbing madly inside his hot, wet mouth. She would have gone completely limp under the ecstasy swamping her body, but her orgasm churned so violently inside her that every muscle in her body tightened dramatically.
Vincent somehow sensed she was close to cumming and leaned back for a moment. He left his hands on her thighs, but otherwise didn't touch her. He gazed into the shimmering dampness of her cunt and waited for her body to calm itself. At least to the point where he could return without risking immediate climax.
When he felt she was ready to be stimulated again, he reached into her valley with his fingers. He slowly rubbed over her inviting hole before probing inside her pussy. He must have found a special little spot, because Mel quickly went wild on him again.
With his finger hooked inside her cunt, reaching upward to the ceiling of her snatch, he brushed his fingertip over the firm area that seemed to create such a startling reaction. Mel's entire body shook around his slowly moving finger.
It was obvious to Vincent that Mel was going to have her orgasm no matter what he did. He decided not to prolong the inevitable and began to pump his finger in and out of her excited cooze.
Mel twisted and turned atop the desk. Her hands flattened onto the glass surface, and she didn't even try to stifle the deep groans escaping her lips.
When he sensed she was just about to cum, Vincent popped his finger out of her pussy and placed his mouth at her fevered hole. It was only seconds before Mel rewarded him with her climax.
He tasted Mel's searing juices and felt the rhythmic pulsing of the muscles in her cunt. He drank voraciously from her gushing spring. His tongue tried to stay dipped into her flowing hole, but that was hard with the way she was flopping around.
Her cries were high-pitched and loud as her orgasm ripped through her body. Her pussy dumped out delicious cum and Vincent lapped it up.
When her climax slowed in intensity, he sucked at her hole. Then he blew along her open valley to keep her stimulated. When she stopped spewing her fluids altogether, he stuck his tongue far into her entrance and swirled it inside her heated snatch. He touched as much of her interior flesh as his tongue could reach, and Mel seemed to enjoy his efforts.
Vincent pushed deeply with his tongue, delicately yet firmly, and Mel was a wild woman. The spasms that passed through her body were strong, shaking her violently and wonderfully. She struggled to get up on her elbows. She looked down at Vincent, his face pressed into her snatch, and heard the wet, sopping sounds as he licked her out and sucked at her juices.
Vincent's eyes were closed as he held her hips tightly in his hands and pushed his face deeply into her gash. His tongue snaked far into Mel's cunt and rubbed her tender tissues.
Her orgasm was lengthy due to her abstinence, her excitement over her successful day and her lowered inhibitions, not to mention the expertise of Vincent's mouth and tongue. She felt a special kind of comfort with him, but during sex, she found him to be a devastating charmer.
Luckily for her sanity, Vincent stopped working her pussy at the very moment she was sure she was about to lose her mind. He didn't move his mouth away from her cunt, but he did stop eating her out.
When Vincent finally pulled away from her snatch, he said, "I thought we weren't in any hurry."
"Some things just can't be helped," Mel said innocently.
Vincent pushed the chair back and stood up. He proudly displayed a fresh erection, his hand grabbing his shaft and waving his dick at her twat.
"I'm so fucking hot," he said excitedly. "I've got to pop another load. Think you're ready to take my cock in your pussy again?"
Mel nodded her head briskly, saying, "Yes, but I don't know if I can cum again so soon. I'd like to try."
She lay back down on the desk, her legs spread wide, her hands reaching into her crotch to fully open her cunt for his staunch and sturdy erection.
Vincent didn't need any further encouragement. He stepped closer, lifted her hands away from her twat, and laid his hard rod on top of her wet cooze. His hand slipped back to his base, then guided his cockhead directly into her cunt. Because her slit was so wet with saliva, cum and other secretions, his cockhead slipped right into her box.
In spite of saying they were in no hurry, he pushed ahead, sinking his dick deeply into her snatch. Both of them felt the delightfully heavy warmth of his cock as it burrowed into her still spasming cunt.
Both of them were hot, turned on, and anxious to cum again. When Vincent began to pump his prick in and out of her gripping twat, he knew it would take only a few strokes before he'd be ready to blast another sizeable load.
But he tried not to think about that as his boner glided through her accepting entrance. Her hole deliciously squeezed around his girth, and he guided his dick into her cunt until his balls met her butt on each inward drive. He kept the pace slow, fearful that speed of any magnitude would instantly produce his climax.
Her pussy felt even better than the first time he had fucked her. Her young muscles were extremely strong and gripped his cock like an iron vise. It was almost difficult to drive his dick beyond her clamping ring. But not impossible.
His hips pushed hard, and his cock sank into her moist interior. His bushy pubes flattened against her crotch, his thumping prick deeply inside her hugging cunt. His nuts wobbled beneath him as he stopped to enjoy the pleasures of her pussy wrapped around his pulsing girth.
But he couldn't stay idle. His body's demands forced him into action. He leaned over to taste her titties as his pelvis started pumping his cock through her tight opening. His lips clamped around one nipple as his cockhead slid between the stimulating walls of her cunt.
His tongue batted her little nipple until it was fiery hot and hard as a rock. Then he moved onto her other breast, licking, sucking and working her other nipple into equal firmness. All the while, his hips plowed his cock in and out of her juicy snatch.
Mel loved the erotic sensations his tongue was producing in her tits. But even more, she loved the excitement his thrusting cock was producing in her pussy. She thought she felt the stirrings of another orgasm, but couldn't be sure. There were so many wonderful sensations bombarding her body that she didn't know if some of them were from a building climax or not.
She didn't try to sort it out. She lay back and let Vincent fuck her. His cock was too divine not to be enjoyed to the fullest.
Vincent gradually picked up speed. Mel rocked beneath his gentle drives, loving every second of his cock in her cunt.
Vincent tried to fuck her slowly, he really did, but lust seemed to take over. If he couldn't control the pace of his fuck, at least he could keep it from being harmful to her tender flesh. He kept his thrusts straight into her cunt, opting not to rock his hips. He'd save that pleasure for another time, another time when she was more accustomed to being fucked.
And he had plenty enough pleasure to handle with just the movements he was employing at the moment. His dick sizzled inside her, his cum burning its way up the tiny tube in the center of his cock. It wouldn't be long before his climax would explode.
He lifted off her tit to catch his breath. His hands took the place of his mouth, gently squeezing and massaging her small breasts.
"I'm almost there," he suddenly announced. "Get ready. I'm going to cum!"
Mel wasn't exactly sure what she was supposed to do to "get ready," so she pumped her hips against him to make sure this wasn't some false alarm.
His cock pumped deeply into her pussy as his load gathered just below his streaking cockhead. Vincent was groaning, straining, and struggling to reach climax, the sounds erupting from his throat odd. Then they changed into mere heavy breathing.
While Mel had been heaving her pelvis up to meet each of Vincent's downward thrusts, she put more power behind her as she watched him fight for release. When he withdrew a little, she lowered herself in perfect rhythm to create the maximum amount of friction on his cock.
That seemed to do the trick. With the first blast of his orgasm, Mel dropped her hips to the desk and lay still. She relied on Vincent's movements to continue what she had begun.
With the realization of his climax, Vincent heaved a deep sigh and kept his hips pumping his dick into her cunt. Each blast of hot cum was a welcome relief to his system. His pleasure soared.
The twitching and churning, jerking and thudding of his cock against her pussy's walls caused a similar response in her. There was a twitching and churning deep inside her. She felt a jerking and thudding in her crotch. With his heated spunk blasting inside her twat, she couldn't be sure she was sending her own fluids down to meet his, but she thought so.
If she was indeed having an orgasm, it was nowhere near what she was used to. What she was experiencing was hardly a dynamic blast of inner liquids. Rather, she felt an oozing in the back of her box. It was pleasant, but not what she'd label a climax. Then again, it could have just been Vincent's cream covering her inner flesh.
Whatever was going on in her box, Mel was enjoying it tremendously. She stopped thinking about what her body might be doing and savored the feelings produced by his spurting erection. The sensations produced by his erupting cock were like no other.
Vincent, at last, pasted his damp chest to Mel's, his feet on the floor, his entire body limp on top of her. After a moment's recovery, he planted his hands on each side of her body, raised himself onto his arms, and gave her a deep, loving kiss.
Each had been satisfied and each was content.
When their lips separated, Mel said, "That was wonderful!" She looked at him with a huge smile. "I feel so good with you."
He cuddled her close and kissed her on the tip of the nose. "I feel good with you, too. You're not like anyone I've ever been with."
They were quiet for a while, each of them alone with their private thoughts. After a few minutes, Vincent said, "It's late. Guess we should clean up a little and get you home."
It had been early evening when they began their lovemaking, but now it was dark. Time passed quickly when she was with Vincent.
CHAPTER NINE
Mel's first appointment the next day was for mid-morning with a middle-aged man who owned several small hardware stores. Vincent told her it might be a pretty hard sell, since most of the stuff they sold didn't have bar codes. She spent the early morning formulating reasons why the guy should buy the equipment in spite of that fact. Then she selected one of her prettiest dresses and used a little more make-up than usual. If all else failed, she'd charm him into the sale.
Eric Powers was not exactly what she expected. He was in his early forties, had gray streaks in his black hair, and his broad smile displayed the whitest teeth she had ever seen. Standing over six feet tall, he dwarfed her. But she was used to that. She looked up his slender frame and dazzled him with her own smile. She extended her hand to him and introduced herself.
They sat across a large desk, and Mel began her sales pitch. He seemed only mildly interested and kept returning to the fact that his business sold very few bar coded items. Mel didn't give up. When she adopted a new tactic, concentrating on the equipment's ability to keep track of inventory, his interest increased.
As they talked, Mel scanned his office for anything she could use to make the sale. Compliments always came in handy, and she noticed a plaque on the wall for some hardware award. At the first break in her sales routine, Eric adopted a new tactic of his own.
"Let me buy you lunch. I hate to make a major decision on an empty stomach," he said, his eyes as hungry as his stomach.
Mel hesitated, then decided a more relaxed atmosphere might be just what was required to make the sale. She agreed.
They talked while they ate. Mel kept talking business, but Eric took every opportunity to make their conversation more personal. And he was filled with compliments. First about her ability as a salesperson, but he soon shifted to her beauty, her charm and her body.
Mel was very careful not to lead him on, but at the same time, not offend him. She graciously accepted his compliments, steering the conversation back to business.
All through lunch, Eric was working up the courage to ask her for sex. She turned him on something fierce, and he couldn't wait to get her back to the office. Somehow, he would figure out a way to convince her that sex with him would be an enjoyable experience.
Mel understood what was happening, but she tried to ignore his innuendos and subtle hints. The longer they were together, the harder that was to do. By the end of lunch, Eric was getting rather bold, and Mel had to decide how to handle him.
They were alone when they returned to the office. His secretary had gone to lunch, and there wasn't anyone else. Mel felt uneasy and knew instinctively that the moment of truth had arrived.
She took control of the situation. She wanted to make a sale, but she wasn't going to fuck him for it. With no experience in matters such as this, she thought about her few encounters with men and hit on her solution.
She closed the door to the office, and said, "Mr. Powers. Thank you for lunch, but I think you have more on your mind than food. And I'm willing to help you out, if you agree to my terms."
She stopped and waited for a response.
Eric sat on the edge of his desk, his hands gripping its edge, his body leaning slightly forward. "Go on," he said.
"You want sex, and I want to make a sale," she boldly continued. "You have to agree that if I grant your wish, you'll seriously consider a purchase."
"I'm always serious. Especially about sex," he said with a wink. "And you've nearly convinced me that your equipment will help my business. But I'm not quite there yet." He leaned back, his hands sliding further out to his sides, his legs opening.
He couldn't have been more obvious had he stripped and flipped his dick in her face. "Then you agree to my terms?" Mel asked.
"Agreed."
Mel crossed the office to stand between his parted legs. Quickly, rather unemotionally, she unzipped his pants and reached inside. She dug through his underwear and felt his bare cock--long, thick and flaccid. She pulled it out and let it fall onto his pants.
The amount of meat hanging out of his fly was truly impressive. Eric had more between his legs than any man in any of her magazines. His cock was even larger than David's, which led her to conclude that all tall men have big dicks. True or not, it was certainly true so far in her life.
She momentarily thought about taking his cock into her mouth. But if his dick got even slightly bigger when it got hard, it surely would choke her. She opted for a hand job instead, and began to work his soft shaft with her nimble fingers. Almost as soon as she touched his limp meat, it began to stiffen.
Pleased that she could turn a man on so easily, Mel began to manipulate his dick with short strokes. Each time she moved down the broad length of his cock, her hand pulled his foreskin back with it. The loose skin inched away from the crown of his cock, and she got a look at the fat, flared and red corona of his very large dick.
Eric didn't talk or give instruction as Mel's hands got busy on his growing erection. He took a firmer grip against the desk, planted his feet so they wouldn't slip on the carpet and stared down into his crotch as Mel began to beat him off.
With her hands on such a giant pole they looked smaller than they actually were. She wrapped her fingers tightly around his swollen shaft and began to pump in earnest. The firmer her grip and the faster she jacked him off, the harder his prick became.
Once his cock had reached full erection, Mel stopped the action for just a moment to simply look at his dick and admire its handsome dimensions. It was exceptionally long, nine or even ten inches she guessed. And it was thicker than any cock she had thus far had the pleasure of being next to. In that moment, she realized a hand job was the only thing she could possible do with such an awesome amount of dick.
As she held his mighty cock in her hands, she could feel his blood flow through his shaft. The color of his dick gradually changed from a pale tan to a pretty pink. But just holding his cock wasn't enough for either of them. Her hands quickly returned to pumping his throbbing prick.
Very shortly, clear pre-cum dripped from his fat cockhead. Mel sent one finger across the tiny hole in the end of his cock and scooped up some of the sticky liquid. She touched her finger to her lips to get a taste of him. His lubrication was salty; a pleasant, exciting taste.
Standing directly in front of Eric's crotch, she once again gripped his dick with both hands. As she stroked along his monster cock, she tried to keep tabs on how close he was to climax.
Staring at the huge size of his prick, she began to wonder if his balls were huge as well. Then she decided to find out. Sending one hand back between the teeth of his zipper, she forced her fingers deep into his crotch. She fished around until she had a firm grip on his sac of nuts. Then she brought them into the light of day.
As soon as she had them free of his shorts, she let them fall. They tumbled down between his thighs-large, oval, covered with curly black hairs. His balls were in proportion to his cock, and dangled down the front of his desk.
Her eyes widened at the size of his balls, then one hand squeezed around them while the other continued to pump his cock. Hot and heavy, his nuts tugged at her hand, jerking in rhythm to her speedy hand job.
It was immediately obvious to her that he had gone without sex for quite a while. It only took a couple of minutes before she began to feel the little twinges and jerks that she now knew preceded a man's orgasm.
With his cock and his balls being so wonderfully manipulated by Mel's hands and fingers, Eric's head tilted back and his eyes closed. Soft moans parted his lips, and his hips began to pump his cock through her gripping fingers. Mel sensed he was very close to cumming and worked harder to make it happen.
She squeezed more firmly around his throbbing girth and pumped his rod a little faster. She tightened her grip on his balls as well, and his cock expanded. There was a brief pause in Eric's breathing, then a heavy groan.
The heat of Eric's prick intensified and his shaft turned a deeper shade of red. When his cock reared back, as if prepared to spit its juices at her, Mel had to change her position. Since she had other sales calls to make that day, she stepped to one side to finish her hand job with the assurance that none of his cum would land on her dress.
And she had moved aside just in time. After only two more pumps on his rigid length, his dick began to spurt. She stared at the unbelievable volume of spunk that Eric's cock blasted into the air. Long, white ropes of thick cum shot out of the end of his big dick. Huge drops of pearly jizz landed on the pale blue carpet.
Mel increased the speed of her jerking hand, watching as Eric's climax took over his body. His sperm continued to erupt in large volume for some time, his hips pumping just like he was a fucking a cunt. His head rolled from side to side, and his moans were deep and gravelly.
His shoulders shook around his explosive release, and his legs flopped back and forth as Mel continued to pump his spewing dick. The amount of his spunk began to dwindle only after Mel had jacked him off for several moments.
With her hand gently massaging his now spent dick, she looked down at the mess on the floor. She couldn't believe the mass of cum pooled on the carpet, and wondered what it would be like to take his huge cock into her cunt and feel that large volume of cum emptying into her pussy. The thought inflamed her snatch, but she resisted temptation.
She wanted to fuck Vincent again when she got back to the office at the end of the day. She wanted to save her energy and desire for him, only him. But even more than that, she knew Eric's cock was way too big for her cunt. Or was it? Her pussy so easily swallowed Vincent's prick that maybe she really was ready for something bigger.
Eric yanked his cock out of her hand, and jarred her away from her thoughts. He gave his deflating dick a couple of flips, slinging the final few drops of his cum in long arches.
"Oh, that was nice!" he said, looking at her for the first time since she had taken hold of his dick.
Mel smiled and waited patiently for him to put himself back together. When he finally got his huge cock and balls stuffed back into his pants, he walked into the rest room and returned with a handful of paper towels. He cleaned his cum off the carpet, threw the soiled towels in the wastebasket and sat behind his desk.
He motioned to a chair, and Mel sat down silently.
"Get out your order form, and let's talk business," he said nonchalantly, as if what had just happened never had.
Mel was elated. And very surprised. Her hand job had made a sale. And when all the papers were signed, it was quite a sale. He bought four basic systems, more than her previous day's sales, and all in one stop.
With their business concluded, she shook his hand, which seemed a little strange since that same hand had so recently shaken his cock. But it was all in a day's work.
She left his office with a smile on her face and a nice sale in her purse.
CHAPTER TEN
Mel really didn't want to make her next sales call. She had never been in an adult bookstore, but that's where she was headed. And the instant she walked into Erotic Adventures, she felt uncomfortable.
She marched straight to the counter and asked for the owner, trying not to look at any of the books, magazines or videos on the shelves. The clerk went to get the owner, and, unfortunately, she looked down. The glass counter was filled with sex toys.
What she had called a dildo looked nothing like the huge rubber cocks that lay on the shelves below her. She couldn't believe their size, or that anyone actually used them. Some were even bigger than Eric! She felt her cheeks flush and stepped away from the counter.
While she waited for the owner, she decided to browse around. Knowing his inventory might help with the sale.
Her magazines hadn't prepared her for what she saw on the shelves. Large erections and open pussies stared back at her from various magazine covers. She took a few off the shelf and began to thumb through them. She saw photos of men and women doing things together that made her want to rush back to the office to be with Vincent.
The longer she looked at the books and magazines, the hotter she got. That old familiar tingle began down in her belly and quickly spread into her crotch. She could feel her flesh swell and dampen. Looking both ways to make sure no one was watching her, she reached down to scratch herself in an attempt to relieve the need growing inside her. But touching only made it worse.
She looked both ways again, this time in search of the rest room. Just when she spotted it, a voice behind her said, "You must be Miss Taylor."
She whirled around, startled by the voice. "Yes. Yes, I am. How did you know?"
"It ain't often we get a pretty young lady in here. Hi. I'm Ronny. I own this place, and a couple more like it. Come on back to my office."
Mel followed him, wondering if he had been behind her and seen her brief attempt at fingering herself through her dress. She hoped he hadn't.
When they entered his office, Mel was surprised at the view of the bookstore section where she had been waiting for him. Also, there was a view of the movie booths in the back. Both sections could be seen through two-way mirrors.
Ronny sat at his desk and smiled as he watched Mel's expression. She stood, mouth open, seeing men enter and exit the movie booths, unaware they were being watched.
"Nice set up, huh?" Ronny said to break the silence.
"Well.. .I guess," Mel stammered. "I have to confess I've never been in an adult bookstore before. The view is, how shall I say it--different."
"That it is. Have a seat," he said, motioning to a chair.
Mel sat, looked at him, and frankly forgot for a moment why she was there. She tried a couple of times to begin her sales talk, but each time she looked at him blankly and blushed.
"Something wrong, honey?" Ronny asked when Mel didn't speak.
"Sorry. This is all new to me. It's just a bit shocking."
Ronny took over the conversation until Mel could collect herself. "Just relax, honey. The sale was pretty much made when I called your office. I know I need this stuff. I just never expected someone so pretty to come calling on me."
Mel blushed again and reached for her portfolio of brochures. If she couldn't speak, she'd let the printed materials do the talking for her.
"You don't need that stuff," Ronny said, standing up behind his desk. "I know I'm going to buy. Are you sure you're all right?" he asked again.
"Yes, I'll be fine. Even if you're going to buy, you need to pick out the exact equipment," she explained, spreading the brochures out on his desk.
"Fine. Later. How would you like to see one of my favorite videos? We can do that first, then take care of the paperwork."
Mel almost instantly refused his bold offer. But she stopped herself, thinking she might never again get such an opportunity. She was more than curious, and if he was going to make a purchase anyway, she had plenty of time before her next appointment. "I think I'd like that," she said, adding, "Are you sure no one can see us? I don't want anyone to know I'm watching a porno movie!"
"We can see out, but no one can see in. Trust me."
Ronny turned down the lights and cleared off the sofa on the side of the office. He asked Mel to join him. When she was seated, facing a big screen television, he turned on the movie with a remote control.
The screen was bright and snowy for a moment, then it cleared. They were already into the video, because Mel saw a very handsome couple fucking on an inflatable mattress next to a sizeable swimming pool. She stared, feeling a little naughty, feeling a little nervous with a stranger seated next to her. But she was also amazed at the beauty of the sex act being performed in front of her.
Ronny, quite familiar with every foot of this particular video, turned his attention on Mel. He studied her young body intently. Short women had always been his weakness, probably because they usually had small breasts, and he loved small breasts. All he wanted was a mouthful, and Mel seemed to have tits just that size.
Ronny was moving around on the sofa, but Mel hardly noticed him. She stared at the television as though she was wearing blinders, the rest of the room invisible. Mel's total attention was on the screen until Ronny took her hand and placed it in his crotch.
She turned to face him and discovered that he had taken all his clothes off. Her hand rested on his bare cock. Mel looked away but didn't remove her hand. She looked from the screen to Ronny's crotch and back again, not sure what she wanted to do. The video was turning her on, but the man beside her wasn't.
Ronny wasn't particularly good-looking, but then he wasn't repulsive either. She took a better look. He had a soft body, a little thick in the middle, and only a few hairs strewn across his chest. His skin was pure white, as though it had never seen the sun. He shifted on the sofa, and Mel's thoughts were drawn to his cock. It rested beneath her hand, soft and warm.
She slipped her hand onto his leg so she could get a better look at what he had to offer between his legs. His limp dick divided his balls which were pushed up by his thighs. She could tell, even soft, that he had nowhere near the length of Eric or David, and his dick didn't appear to be particularly fat.
"Why don't you get naked, too?" he suggested, interrupting her investigation of his crotch.
Mel reached her decision quickly. She undressed, slowly, still watching the action on the screen. When she was naked, Ronny lay his hand on her tummy and eased her back onto the couch.
Mel looked at him, now anxious to do something, wanting very much to have sex in one form or another. She encouraged him by placing her hand over his and guiding it downward to her wanting pussy. He fingered the scant hairs covering her mound, combing her few curls with his fingers, then slipped his hand between her thighs.
To accommodate him, Mel spread her legs and let him touch and feel her heating snatch. She reached into his lap and grabbed his cock, which was already on the rise.
The reason Mel had decided to have sex with Ronny, other than the fact that the video was making her extremely horny, was because Ronny's dick didn't have a foreskin. Curiosity forced her to get naked, demanded that she experience a circumcised cock.
She took time away from the video to work his dick into erection. Her hand moved slowly up and down his shaft until she felt sure it was as hard as it was going to get. She was surprised at the greater rigidity of his cock and the tightness of his skin.
As her hand moved over his shaft, the skin of his dick barely moved. There was only a slight rubbing against the firm muscle beneath his thin sheath of flesh. And his cockhead was always fully exposed, not a bit of skin moving up to cover his corona.
Ronny spread his legs and let her feel everything he had between his thighs.
They sat side by side, watching the film, caressing, fondling and playing with each other's genitals. They were both getting hotter and more excited by the minute.
The couple on the screen moved into a sixty-nine. Mel was instantly intrigued. She had sucked cock and she'd been eaten out, but she had never experienced both at the same time. She didn't even have to suggest it to Ronny. When they, too, had changed their position, it seemed very natural to her.
Laying on their sides, they each faced the other's crotch. Mel began lapping and sucking the way the girl had been doing it on the screen.
She found Ronny's cock exciting. His erection had a slight curve in its shaft, and it was very, very hard. He lifted his leg up and out of Mel's way. She rested her head on his other leg and let him shove his cock in and out of her mouth by rocking his hips.
That left one hand free to play with his balls, since her other hand was trapped beneath her. She loved the feel of a man's testicles and wondered how they'd taste.
She pulled her mouth off his cock and pushed his balls up to her lips. She kissed his firm rocks, then sent her tongue out to investigate the smooth skin covering his oval eggs. The taste was very pleasant, different than his cock, saltier by far.
Ronny had a sweaty smell around his cock and balls, and his flesh was soft and smooth. He was unique in her limited experience, and she liked the variety. And, after all, that's exactly what Vincent had said. "Don't be afraid of variety."
For Ronny, he found Mel to be very exciting indeed. Her short stature had initially attracted him to her, but her body surpassed his expectations. He looked her over closely and realized her tits were perfect. But his mouth was far too busy on her cunt to get at them at the moment. He was very content to stay where he was.
The lack of pubic hair over her snatch excited him. While her twat looked soft and delicate, the power of her muscles indicated she was not a virgin.
He wanted to send his hands up to her tempting titties, but he needed them to keep the firm ridges of her cunt parted for his flicking tongue. He lapped up and down her valley, relishing the flavors of a very sexy woman.
Mel stuffed one of his nuts into her mouth, her hand gliding back onto his cock to keep him stimulated. She sucked on his hard rock and ran her tongue over its smooth, hot surface. While the feeling was pleasant enough, she decided she liked his dick better.
She released his saliva-coated ball, grabbed his boner and crammed it back into her mouth. Her lips sank all the way down to the base of his shaft, her throat easing around his pliable cockhead.
With his dick once again captured, Mel reached around and pulled their bodies together. Belly to chest, she felt the heat and moisture of his skin on hers. They rocked together, Ronny to drive his dick deeply into her mouth, Mel to skewer her pussy fully over his reaching tongue.
With her hand behind him, she grabbed onto his ass and fondled his buns while she sucked him off. Each of his thrusts into her mouth was met with a warm pressure from her circled lips. And when he pulled back, she let up on the pressure. She was milking his cock like an expert, and he'd never know how inexperienced she really was.
Ronny moved his mouth up her cunt and found her clit. He brushed his tongue over it, time and time again, listening to her soft moans around his excited cock. He felt the fluids that leaked from her depths as they oozed over his cheeks. He was working her pussy and working it good, hopeful that she would reward him with a sizeable and tasty orgasm.
Lifting off her hard prong, he blew softly into the openness of her gash. His warm breath caused hot vibrations to shoot through her body, and Mel tried the same on him. Blowing on his cock had little effect, and she wondered why it was called a blow job at all.
Mel took the moment off his dick to gulp down needed air. Then her lips were back on his knob, gripping, sliding down his smooth, wet shaft.
The movie had been forgotten as they were each totally consumed with bringing one another to climax.
Mel surprised herself and Ronny, too, by being the first to reach orgasm. But it didn't rush upon her. Instead, it came on slowly, like heavy syrup on a cold day, running reluctantly out of her pussy.
As her fluids began to ooze, she groaned and squirmed around Ronny's active tongue. He had returned to stroking through her pussy's hole, and she wanted to tell him she was getting close.
Ronny seemed to sense her dilemma. He patted her hip to let her know he could feel the little shudders that were growing inside her. To more clearly make his point, he opened his mouth wide and extended his tongue deeply into her cunt. When he licked inside her, he brushed her most delicate tissues, and made her climax happen.
Mel's whole body flexed around his tickling tongue, the muscles of her cunt tightening. She groaned a most delightful sound as the spasms of climax shuffled through her, filling her body with ecstasy.
When Ronny got the first taste of her quaking orgasm, his own climax erupted.
Mel clamped down on Ronny's cock, even though she was in the middle of her own orgasm. She sucked vigorously on the head of his dick, wanting his cum to empty over her tongue.
The blasts of spunk shooting out of his cock were not as voluminous as Eric's had been, but she delighted in the taste and texture of his cream just the same. She pasted his cream back onto his shaft as he continued to spray her mouth. She swallowed only when she had too much to handle, his jizz like caviar.
Ronny loved sex above all else and always treated his women right. He performed for her benefit as much as for himself, so continued to slurp away at Mel's cunt even though her orgasm had waned. He licked and sucked and nibbled at her flesh until she couldn't stand any more. Her twat had become far too sensitive for him to continue, and she forced her hips back to remove his mouth from her satisfied snatch.
Figuring Ronny liked the same, she returned the favor by holding his cock in her mouth after the bucking and rearing of his hips had completely ceased. Her tongue bathed the end of his dick, removing the last of his cum. But just like her, the sensitivity in his prick forced him to yank his cock out of her mouth. She let it be removed to hang semi-stiff over her leg.
Neither of them had the strength to move. They lay on the couch, touching and caressing, playing in the moistures of sex.
Gradually recovering from an orgasm of a very different kind, Mel was surprised at herself. She had become a very sexual being, lying naked next to a man she had just met, without being the least bit embarrassed. But that was only the half of it. She had just sucked his cock and let him eat out her pussy!
Ronny was thinking that he had found himself an extraordinary woman, and he wanted to spend more time with her. He took the opportunity to reach up and fondle her breasts, wondering what he could do to convince her to see him again.
Mel happened to glance at her watch. "Oh, no! I'm going to be late for my next appointment," she said, pushing his hands off her tits and raising up on the sofa. "I've got to get dressed and get out of here!"
Mel jumped off the couch and started throwing on her clothes.
"Hey, honey, give me one of those order forms and I'll fill in as much as I can while you're getting dressed."
Mel stopped long enough to hand him a blank form.
Ronny moved behind his desk, still naked, turned up the lights and began filling in the information. As soon as Mel was dressed, he stood up and handed her the form.
"You're a real sweetheart," she said, taking the form.
"I signed it, so call me tomorrow and we can fill in the details."
"I'll do that," she said, looking down at his cock. Ronny had sprouted another erection. "Sorry I don't have time to take care of that," she said.
"Maybe some other time?" he asked hopefully. "Maybe."
He stepped around the desk and pressed a hundred dollar bill into her hand.
Mel looked up with fire in her eyes, ready to slap his face for such an insult.
"Calm down!" Ronny said quickly. "That's a deposit on the equipment. So's your boss knows the sales legit!"
Mel laughed at herself and exhaled a sigh of relief. When they parted company, both were smiling, although Ronny was left with a throbbing hard-on.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Mel made her next appointment on time, barely, but it did little good. She didn't make the sale. However, she couldn't be disappointed. The sale to Eric alone had topped the previous day, and she couldn't wait to tell Vincent about her continuing success.
When she got back to the office, Vincent was out on a service call. While she was having a very good day, it appeared the office was having a bad one. Vincent, in fact, had several businesses to help out with problems and wouldn't be back until late.
Mel took the bus home without sharing her good news.
The next morning found her facing a rather easy day, one sales call mid-morning, one in the afternoon. She called the office only to find Vincent out on the service calls he couldn't solve the night before.
She was alone at home and took her time getting ready. She was thoroughly enjoying her new job, setting her own schedule and learning all the wonderful details about sex. Then she realized that she had yet to make a sale where sex wasn't part of the negotiations. She wondered if it would always be that way. Then she wondered if every salesperson in the world made their living by similar methods. If they did, there was an awful lot of sex going on during a normal workday!
She took a leisurely shower and tried to keep her hands from doing anything more than simply washing her pussy. It was a struggle, but she managed to finish washing her crotch without fingering her snatch more than necessary to just get it clean.
Before she left for her first appointment, she called Ronny at the bookstore to finish the paperwork on his order. It was sizeable, and Mel found it hard to believe her good fortune. It was all too easy.
Ronny tried to coax her back to the store, but she told him a little white lie. She said she had too many calls to make to fit him in, a definite exaggeration of the truth. But he accepted her excuse and didn't push her too hard. She hung up the phone and doubted she'd ever visit him again. He was nice, but Vincent was better.
The day did not go well. Two calls, two no sales. There was interest, but she couldn't take interest to the bank. And the day only fortified her suspicion that only sex sealed a sale. She was glad she had had an exceptional record the day before, so she'd have something to report to Vincent.
When she got to the office at the end of the day, she found Vincent sitting at his desk pouring over a pile of paperwork. He smiled when she walked in, obviously glad to see her.
Mel held up the sales receipts from her good day. "Eight. Count them. Eight systems in a single day!"
Vincent jumped up from his desk and rushed around to give her a giant bear hug. "That's my girl! We're going to have to start calling you Super Saleslady!"
He lifted her up and spun her around, then let her feet touch the floor again. He kept his arms around her, gazed deeply into her eyes, and said, "How about spending a night in instead of a night out."
"What do you mean?"
"Let's go back to my apartment. I have a hot tub, and there's a pool in the building, and I'm really quite a good cook. It'll be just the two of us."
It sounded terribly romantic to Mel, and somewhat serious. For some reason, his proposal sounded like he was taking her home to meet his mother. And she wasn't sure she wanted that.
"That sounds great," she said, less enthusiastic than her response should have been, "but.. . "
"What's the problem? Don't you want to be with me?" he questioned.
"Of course I do!" Mel said quickly. "But there's something I think you should know first."
Mel broke their embrace and slumped down in a chair. She was taking a big risk, but felt in her heart that she had to tell him about the other men in her life. That was only fair.
She launched into a long story about the hand job she had given Eric Powers and how much she had liked playing with his big cock. She related the intimate details of her pleasurable sixty-nine with Ronny while watching a pornographic movie. Her descriptions were very graphic, and she wasn't sure why. She wasn't trying to shock him, she was just trying to be honest with him.
Vincent sat in a chair across from her, listening intently. Finally, he reached over and took her hands, saying, "Stop! You're giving me a hard-on! Mel, sweet Mel, that doesn't matter. We're not married. We haven't vowed undying love for each other. We're two people who are just getting to know each other. It's okay if you see other men. And I hope it's okay for me to see other women?"
"Of course! Then you're not upset?"
"No, I'm not upset. I have no claim on your body. Not yet, at least," he said with a broad smile.
Mel threw her arms around him and planted a big kiss on his cheek. "You're wonderful! And that hot tub sounds fantastic!"
"Then let's get out of here."
They closed up the office and headed for his apartment. Mel was instantly impressed. It was large, as big as a small house, and exquisitely furnished. It had to be terribly expensive.
Vincent fixed them each a drink, then showed her around. When they got to the bedroom, they got out of their clothes and headed for the hot tub.
They faced each other in the small tub, their legs tangling beneath the bubbling surface of the water. They talked about their hopes and dreams for the future, and Mel decided this was nothing like going to meet his mother. Vincent was being very honest with her, opening up to her, telling her all the sexual things he'd like to do but had never done.
Mel picked up on that and ran with it. Being so naive about sex, there were a multitude of sexual experiences yet awaiting her. And she wanted to try them all. She was ready to experiment as much as he was.
Their conversation had them both as hot as the churning water. And Vincent couldn't take it any longer. He stood up to reveal his throbbing erection, led Mel out of the tub, and began to dry her off with a thick, white towel. He rubbed her down from head to foot, then she reciprocated.
Dry and ready for sex, they rushed to the bedroom. Flopping onto his water bed, they kissed and caressed, fondling each other passionately.
Mel reached down and took hold of Vincent's sturdy cock, loving the feel of his excitement. Even though his dick wasn't much more than six inches long, Mel loved it more than any cock she had seen or had thus far.
She fingered his balls and knew they were just the right size for her mouth. And that's exactly where they were going. She turned around and straddled him, her knees on each side of his head. She leaned forward and sucked his nuts between her lips. She stuffed them both into her mouth and rolled them around with her tongue.
Vincent squirmed excitedly with his balls in her mouth and her hand on his aching erection. He reached up for her hips and pulled her pussy down to his face. Even before her crotch was fully covering his face, his tongue eagerly began to lick her cunt.
Mel alternated between sucking his balls and sucking his cock. Her mouth couldn't get enough of his tasty flesh, and her hands couldn't get enough of the wonderful feel of his manly equipment. She loved his crotch as much as she loved the man himself.
Meanwhile, Vincent alternated between dipping his tongue into her pussy's succulent hole and raising up to wrap his lips around her hard and pulsing clit. His mouth couldn't get enough of her hot, moist flesh, and his hands couldn't get enough of the wonderful feel of her young, muscular cunt. He loved her crotch as much as he loved the woman herself.
They sucked and licked and tugged at each other's heating flesh until they had to stop or risk cumming before either of them wanted to. Vincent wanted their excitement to build into a frenzy and become so intense that getting off would be the most spectacular event either of them had ever experienced.
Since they had both agreed to experimenting, Vincent was ready to give it a try. But he was concerned about Mel. He decided to attempt some of his more gentle secret desires, rather than getting into anything kinky. He'd save those for another time, if Mel was interested.
Mel laid on her back, waiting. Vincent crawled down the bed and began sucking her toes. He licked her feet, making her wiggle her ass, the water bed rippling beneath them. She softly moaned around the delightful sensations traveling up her legs and into her crotch.
He moved from toe to toe, his hands massaging while his mouth sucked and his lips nibbled. But his tongue produced the best reaction as it softly slid along the delicate, bottom curve of her foot.
Mel giggled from the tickling sensations, and she tried to jerk her foot away from his tongue. He held her foot to his mouth and continued to lick. His playful maneuvers were both fun and surprisingly arousing.
Then he moved up, took her hands in his and guided her fingers to his mouth, sucking them as he had her toes. Mel decided the sucking and licking of her fingers and toes felt almost as good as any other foreplay she had so far experienced. But her pussy was hot and ready for his cock, her hand slipping between her legs to relieve some of the pressure building up inside her cunt.
Seeing she was fucking herself without him, Vincent positioned himself between her legs. He pulled her hand away from her snatch and licked long, wet trails from her ankles to her cunt. After he had made the trip up and down her legs several times, he plunged his tongue into her twat and let his fingers massage her clit.
Mel was beside herself with need. The sensations that Vincent was creating in her body were almost too exciting. Knowing this was a night for experimenting, she struggled to keep from cumming with Vincent eating out her pussy. That had been done before, and she wanted to reach orgasm by a new means.
In an attempt to subdue her rising climax, she got out from under Vincent and rolled him onto his back. She tried sucking his fingers, but he didn't appear terribly aroused by her maneuvers.
She switched from his fingers to his cock and the reaction was instantaneous.
Vincent pumped his hips as her lips coursed up and down his hard rod, flopping his balls between his tensed thighs. The water bed rolled beneath them and added power to his driving pelvis. But he had to quickly pull his cock out of her mouth to keep from climaxing.
"Oh, Mel. We gotta slow down!" he said breathily.
They stretched out side by the side and let the bed gently rock them as their hands slowly explored each other's body. They were very careful not to linger too long on any one erogenous zone. Both wanted the encounter to last a long time.
When they'd touched and explored every aspect of each other's body, Vincent got up on his knees. He looked down at Mel and asked, "Ready to play?"
Mel was lost in pleasure and just nodded her head.
Vincent rolled her onto her stomach, then got her onto her hands and knees. He pushed her thighs apart and took a moment to admire the beautiful mound between her legs. His fingers gently caressed her damp pussy before his mouth lowered onto her ass.
His kissed her sweet buns, his hands skimming her hips and her flat belly, then trailed his tongue down her open crack. She trembled slightly when he crossed the tiny button to her butt. His hands moved onto her ass to hold her crack open to his hungry mouth.
His tongue flattened on top of her rosebud and slowly licked across its puckered surface. Then the tip of his tongue poked at her rear entrance. He forced himself through her tight ring of muscle, entering the dark tunnel of her ass.
Mel gasped at the unexpected intrusion. Her butt tightened, and his tongue barely reached inside her.
"Try to relax," he said behind her. "I'm told this feels really good."
His fingers massaged on each side of her closed asshole, and Mel attempted to ease the pressure in her circular muscle. But each time his finger played over her sphincter, it clamped shut and refused his entrance.
"We'll have to work on that," Vincent finally said, convinced there was no way he was going to be allowed to drive his cock up her butt hole.
Mel was relieved. While she was ready to experiment, she had never imagined her butt would be a target. Getting fucked up the ass was something she was going to have to think about.
Vincent moved his attention lower. His hand slipped between her legs to massage her waiting cunt. He positioned himself on his knees and decided to enter her pussy from behind. One hand parted the tender lips to her snatch while the other grabbed his shaft and introduced his seeping cockhead to her cunthole.
He pressed his knob against her hole and pushed forward. His dick slipped into her cunt, and he didn't stop pushing. In their new position, he was able to shove the full length of his prick into her pussy and got deeper into her twat than ever before. He felt the warmth and the moisture of her twat's walls wrap around his incoming cock and she, too, felt the pressure and stimulation of Vincent's dick as he drove far into her interior.
His hands gripped her hips to hold her box steady. As soon as his cockhead hit her blocking wall, he pulled back to her clamping hole. And that was the slowest journey he made through her circular muscle.
Vincent pumped his cock hard and fast. His hands worked her hips over his ramming dick, slapping her ass against his abdomen on each powerful thrust.
Mel was at first confused. But she quickly realized that their new position and his awesome speed was far more electrifying than anything they had previously done.
His stiff rod scraped the ceiling of her cunt as he madly drove into her body. Heat rapidly built up in her box, and the stimulation wracking her body was almost more than she could handle.
She stared between her legs, watching her tiny breasts rock on her chest, seeing his balls swing forward and back, marveling at how fast his shaft was pumping in and out of her pussy. She whimpered around his charging pokes at her delicate cunt, her orgasm growing faster than ever.
Vincent was huffing and puffing behind her, his hips racing with a power she never expected. His cock flew through her trembling entrance, and being fucked from behind was a thrill she wanted again and again.
She grunted loudly with each mighty jab into her tender twat. His cockhead banged against the back of her box with every lusty lunge into her body, and the feeling was dynamic. New sensations swirled inside her, and her orgasm was quickly ready to burst.
Vincent had always loved this position and took full advantage of his willing partner. But the problem was, this position always made him cum faster than any other. The pressure of her wet walls on his gliding shaft was like having a strong fist pounding over his cock. His dick was stimulated from knob to base, and his climax was soon threatening to erupt inside her.
He tried to slow his hips, but it was impossible. The feeling on his cockhead as it slipped along the stimulating tissues of her cunt kept his pelvis driving his dick deeply into her hugging cooze.
Since he was powerless to slow his hips, he stopped altogether, yanking his cock out of her cunt and dropping his sweaty ass to the bed. "I've got to stop," he said between quick breaths, "or blow my load right now."
"How can you be so cruel?" Mel asked, flattening on the bed to rub her pussy against the sheets. "I've got an orgasm burning inside me!"
"It's part of the pleasure," he tried to explain, moving up to lay beside her. "Get close, then stop. Get close again, stop again. And when you finally cum, it'll be the most incredible experience of your life!"
"I guess I've got a lot to learn. But it sure seems more like torture right now!"
They lay on the bed, panting and perspiring, side by side, neither talking.
Then Mel seized the opportunity to do some experimenting of her own. She got up and straddled him once again, but this time placed her feet on each side of his hips, facing him. As she lowered herself into a sitting position, she reached down for his cock. She had seen this position in the movie, and was anxious to give it a try.
She wrapped her fingers around his wet dick and guided his cockhead up to her cunt. She played his knob along her moist valley, and Vincent's body jerked and trembled beneath her.
"Don't tease me!" he cried out.
His comment made her feel suddenly wicked. Rather than stuff his cock into her pussy, she kept his head traveling between the soft lips of her snatch. His body shook around his sensitive cock, and his hands finally grabbed her hips and forced her pussy lower.
She gave into his demand and let his dick poke through her entrance. The closer she got to his crotch, the deeper his cock sank into her pussy. She sat down fully in his lap, his balls pressing against her ass, his prick buried in her cooze.
Vincent reached up for Mel's small breasts, and with one tit in each hand, he kneaded and rolled her heated flesh. She leaned forward to plant her hands on his shoulders and slowly began pumping her pussy up and down the rigid pole of his cock.
"This time there's no stopping," she announced.
"You're in charge," he said in agreement.
Now that she was given control of the situation, she wasn't sure what she was expected to do. She did what came natural.
She began to piston her hips, raising her pussy high on his shaft and dropping back down to his crotch. His cockhead jarred the back of her cunt on each downward stroke and sent waves of pleasure rippling through her body. And she quickly discovered that she had to be careful how far she lifted away from his balls, or risk his dick escaping the grip of her pussy.
In this position, control wasn't all it was cracked up to be. She actually had to think about what she was doing instead of letting things happen around her.
She soon found a rhythm that seemed to be pleasing them both, her cunt gliding in smooth strokes. And Vincent was far from idle beneath her. His hips pumped nearly as actively as hers, driving his girth delightfully through her hugging ring of cunt muscle.
Mel let her hands slide down to his furry chest, his thick hair damp with sweat, his chest laboring beneath the steady pounding of her cunt. Her fingers curled into the moist ringlets covering his torso, and her palms pressed firmly against his slippery skin.
When their orgasms began to grow again, each of them did their best to make their fucking strokes the longest and fastest they could.
Mel bounced wildly atop his cock, impaling herself on his sturdy pole. And Vincent rammed his dick deeply into her pussy to assure himself a devastating release of his building load of cum.
Mel's long hair whipped around her shoulders as she joyfully rode his cock. Each thrust of his thrilling dick brought her climax closer to eruption.
Then she began to vary her speed. Sometimes fast, sometimes slow, she was beginning to like being in control. Vincent, on the other hand, kept his prick plowing into her pussy at the same pace. He seemed far more intent on cumming than she did.
But the biggest thrill of all came when Mel rocked her hips from side to side. She squealed out loud as his cock knocked from one wall of her excited twat to the other. Vincent still fucked up and down, but Mel spent her time wobbling his dick from side to side.
Ecstasy never tasted sweeter as every bit of her hot, wet interior was touched by his meandering cockhead. She didn't know how it felt to Vincent, but she was experiencing sensations of extremely satisfying magnitude.
Vincent strained to keep his hips driving his dick up and down. Mel's rocking hips were doing devastating things to his cock. His knob was on fire. His balls had pulled up tightly between his trembling thighs. The taut skin on his shaft was being rubbed raw. And his cock was swollen to the max with a heavy load of thick cum.
Finally, he couldn't stand the sensitivity cavorting over his dick. His hands dropped to the top of his head, his fingers locking into his hair and roughly pulling to help him retain his sanity. His legs stretched out as far as they could, and his hips stopped thrusting his prick into her box. He lay beneath her and let Mel fuck him. He was powerless to do anything else.
When Vincent came, he screamed at the top of his lungs. His spunk shot out of his blazing prick with an intensity that was difficult to tolerate. He pulled his hair. He bit his lower lip when he could finally stop screaming. And his ass raised high in the air, burying his cock in Mel's fucking cunt.
Mel kept riding his cock. She could feel his thick load spraying inside her, and the sudden heat and added lubrication made her climax release. And still she didn't stop pumping over his spewing dick.
With his own orgasm still clawing through his cock, Vincent felt only a strong, silky pull on his prick as her pussy continued to fly up and down his shaft.
Mel felt an unbelievable fullness in her crotch, along with a myriad of other sensations that clamored through her body. She was having a hard time keeping her cunt moving over his cock, but it was all part of the experiment. She needed to know what it was like to fuck completely through an orgasm.
Her speed had slowed considerably with the release of her swirling juices, but any movement within her cunt was intensely satisfying. She felt she was being stimulated by the perfect cock, long enough to reach deeply into her cunt and to rub all the tender spots of her pussy's walls. What more could a girl ask for?
The fluids produced by their humping bodies gushed out of Mel's cunt and cascaded over
Vincent's balls. The wet sounds rising up from their slapping crotches was music to Mel's ears. The sounds, the smells and the feelings of sex were overwhelming her senses.
With the last rush of burning liquid into her pussy, Mel collapsed on top of Vincent. With his cock still stuffed up inside her, she extended her legs, one on each side of him. She gasped for air as his arms closed around her to hug her close.
Mel was content to keep his cock always within her cunt, but with so much moisture between her legs, his dick slipped away from her. His shaft had gone limp as she rubbed her pussy over his crotch, enjoying the feel of his soft member against her snatch.
Vincent took her by the shoulders and lifted her away from his body. "What are you trying to do?" he asked. "Get me horny all over again?"
"Not really. I just love the feel of your cock."
She leaned over and kissed his soft lips. He let her body once again press against his, her pussy hugging his dick.
Vincent asked her to spend the night, but she wasn't quite ready to explain that to her parents. Besides, she didn't have any other clothes to wear, and showing up at the office in the same dress would require an explanation. She insisted that he drive her home, promising that there would be more nights like this one.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Mel didn't have any sales calls to make that Friday, but went into the office to accompany Matt on some equipment installations. Vincent figured that would help her learn things from the inside out and make her sales easier.
Before she left, he called her into his office. "I have a proposal for you," he said as soon as she was seated. "I want you to come away with me for the weekend. I've been planning a trip to the beach, and everything is ready. All I need now is you."
Mel thought for a moment before answering. She thought about the questions her parents would ask, then decided she was a young woman now and could do as she pleased. Somehow, she'd make them understand.
"When do we leave?" she asked with a smile.
"If I didn't have a business to run, right now! But I do. You should get off early today, so go home and pack. I'll pick you up around six. That sound okay?"
"That sounds terrific!"
Vincent gave her a hug, and she was off to meet Matt, a college student not much older than herself. He was a nice guy and seemed to be interested in her, but Mel's thoughts were totally on the weekend. And because of that, the day dragged along.
When they had finally completed the installation, Mel took the bus home rather than returning to the office. She had to pack, but also had to explain the situation to her parents.
Much to her relief, her mother had no problem with her intended plans. And she'd take care of explaining it to her father. She was packed and ready to go by six.
While everything was fine with her mother, she chose not to introduce her to Vincent. Not yet. She wanted to wait just a little longer, so rushed out the door when she saw his car pull up. He met her on the sidewalk and put her suitcase in the trunk. They were on their way.
It took several hours to drive to the beach, but the time passed quickly. They talked nearly the entire way and arrived just after dark.
They had reservations at a quaint little bed and breakfast right on the beach. The clerk, or the owner, or whoever he was, told them they pretty much had the place to themselves, since several guests had recently cancelled their reservations.
Once they were upstairs and settled into their room, Mel wanted to take a bath to wash away the city's grime. Vincent went down to get them a couple of drinks while Mel scurried to the bathroom to fill the tub.
Vincent returned with the drinks, toasting his lovely lady. "Come on, let's get wet," he said playfully.
Mel hadn't planned for the two of them to bathe together, but she had no objection. They both stripped and climbed into the warm, soapy water. Facing one another, they lowered down until the bath water lapped at their chins.
They were both in a playful mood and splashed each other between sips of their drinks. Then Vincent reached in with both hands to tickle her. Mel laughed and squirmed in the water and tried to get away.
When he stopped, she needed a comeback. She grabbed an ice cube from her drink and lowered her hand beneath the water. When she pressed it into his crotch, he nearly jumped out of the tub.
"That wasn't nice!" he yelled.
"Then promise you won't tickle me any more. I've got two more ice cubes, and I know just where to put them!"
"Promise," he reluctantly agreed.
A change of mood accompanied his promise. They both turned serious, sliding across the slippery bottom of the tub to enter each other's arms. With her legs resting on his, their crotches were very close together. Their bodies slid against each other, and their minds turned to thoughts of sex. Vincent was the first to act.
He took the soap and began to caress Mel's back and shoulders, spreading thick lather onto her soft skin. Mel closed her eyes and drifted back into Vincent's hands, luxuriating in his soapy back rub.
His hands moved lovingly along her back, as if he were trying to memorize every curve, starting with her spine. He worked up to her neck, down to her butt, and didn't miss one spot in between.
After a few delightful minutes, she coaxed the soap away from him. She slowly worked up a frothy lather on his chest, the white bubbles laced with tiny veins of black hair. Vincent leaned back against the edge of the tub and thoroughly enjoyed her gentle touch.
She felt the firmness of his chest, the manly strength of his muscles, and soaped his entire torso. Vincent closed his eyes and let her hands work on his body.
As Mel tenderly scrubbed his chest and shoulders, Vincent's cock began to harden. His prick, which had once floated in the suds, began to lengthen and turn a reddish color. The blue veins on his growing shaft wiggled as they filled with excited blood. His rod stiffened inch by pleasurable inch.
His breathing slowed and deepened. He raised his butt off the bottom of the tub and supported his body by hooking his arms over the porcelain edge. He raised his crotch higher and higher until his dick poked out of the soapy water like a submarine's periscope, spying on her activities above the surface. Mel almost giggled at the sight of his bubble-covered cock.
She swirled the soap in her hands to work up plenty of suds, then began to stroke his standing erection. The slippery lather was exceptionally stimulating on his cock, his shaft already quite hot. His nuts began to buzz with each slippery stroke over his dick, and the crown of his cock turned to stone.
"God, that feels good," he said softly.
He squirmed around until he got his feet under his butt, squatting in the water to make sure he wouldn't fall.
Mel continued to rub his hard-on with the soap, watching his cock grow to its fullest proportions. Vincent reacted most when her hand slipped over his shiny cockhead, and it appeared to get larger the more she played with it.
His dick inflated until the reddened skin covering his firm muscle was stretched tight. She could feel the life pumping through his cock, but she didn't want to make him cum so quickly. She slowed her fingers and loosened her grip on his powerfully hard shank.
Vincent let his head rest against the back of the tub, saying, "Please, don't stop. Make me cum. Whatever we do later will be that much better. I'll be able to last longer if I get a hand job now." He was almost whining as he implored her to continue on his cock.
Mel didn't stop jerking him off, but kept up the same rhythm, the same slow pace, rubbing soapy lather up and down his shaft. Vincent soon began to groan and twist his body beneath her pumping fist. The tingling in his prick quickly turned to a tight, glorious buzz deep inside his nuts. He tightened his legs and worked his hips against her jerking fist.
Fire shot up through the center of his prick and then whipped back down into his balls. He swayed his ass from side to side, his nuts making wet, slapping sounds against his thighs.
Mel never varied her speed and pressure. She watched the end of his cock, waiting for his load to erupt.
When Vincent's first shot blasted out of his dick, it was accompanied by an intense, fiery sensation deep in his groin. He released a long, protracted sigh, wallowing in his pleasure.
His cock contracted again and again. Even through his climax, Mel's hands kept up the same measured pace, neither speeding up nor slowing down. She was fascinated by his erupting cock. About halfway down on each stroke, as the skin on his dick stretched tightly around his rod, his balls seemed to jump and spew out another thick blast of cum.
As soon as Vincent had panted his way through his orgasm, he lowered his body back into the water and pulled Mel into his arms. They kissed, a lingering, deep kiss.
Vincent reached under the water and began to fondle Mel's cunt lips. He spread them wide and inserted his middle finger in her waiting hole. Having played with her twat so many times before, and knowing what Mel liked best, he reached for her clit. As his fingers attached themselves to her soft muscle, shock waves rippled through her body that literally shook her from head to toe.
As soon as her clit stiffened within his fingers, he moved on to fresh territory. She felt him digging around inside her cunt, finding all the right spots to turn her on. Her body became alive with lust, every nerve straining for the next touch of his loving hands.
Mel threw her arms over the side of the tub and scooted onto Vincent's hand. She began pumping her hips up and down, driving his finger deeply into her snatch. She could feel his other fingers between her cunt lips and rocked from side to side to extract the greatest pleasure from his entire hand.
As his knuckle brushed over her hardened clit, his fingertip curled up inside her cunt. He rubbed, poked and prodded her pussy in a thrilling way.
Mel was being doubly stimulated. She knew she could get off by playing with her clit, and she also knew she could get off with his finger pumping inside her. She had massaged both places often enough in the past to know each could bring her to climax. And Vincent was playing with them both, and playing well.
She moaned, fully realizing he was paying her back for the hand job she had just given him. She leaned back, spread her legs as far apart as the tub would allow and welcomed the finger-fucking of her hot cunt.
Deep, fast and with a steady rhythm, Vincent pumped in and out of her pussy. He felt the heat in her crotch increase as he fingered her snatch. He felt the warmth spread into the water around her cunt and knew that she was oozing her juices. They seemed to mingle with the soap and make his fucking action easier and more exciting.
Mel's body relaxed, except for her pussy, allowing the sensuous feelings to spread through her muscles. She wiggled from side to side, and his finger wiggled with her. She found a motion that had her purring in the back of her throat, and stayed with it. She bounced up and down a few times, then rocked from side to side. It had her orgasm boiling.
It took only a short time before Mel's cunt gave up its honey. When her orgasm began, she shuddered around its startling effects. Then she launched into a series of body spasms that caused the water to splash up and over the edge of the tub.
Vincent had one hand on her tits, fondling her nipples and keeping them stimulated into erection. He kept the fingers of his other hand playing in her cooze the whole time she came. As she raced through the pleasures of her orgasm, he pumped hard and fast, making her cum harder and faster.
She moaned deep in her throat, trembling and quaking around her spewing nectars. Her clit turned into a hot coal and made the experience all the more pleasurable.
When Vincent slipped his finger out of her cunt, she was almost angry. "I don't know why I let you do that," she scolded.
"I know why. You like it!" he said, leaning over and kissing her.
"But now-"
"But nothing. Now it's going to take you longer to cum, too. So what do you say? Wanna fuck?"
"You dirty old man," she said teasingly. "Of course, I do!"
They climbed out of the tub and dried each other off. Mel leaned over to retrieve her clothes, but Vincent grabbed her arm and stopped her.
"Let's be a little daring," he said, taking her hand and pulling her toward the bathroom door.
"Oh, no!" Mel protested, tugging back on his hand. "I'm not walking out there naked."
"Come on. It'll be fun. Besides, we're practically the only ones here."
He opened the door and stepped into the hall, his grip firm on her hand. Reluctantly, she followed him through the door, looking both ways before fully leaving the bathroom.
It was a short walk to their room, but not short enough for Mel. They strolled hand in hand, even though she wanted to run.
When they were passing the stairs, Vincent stopped. Mel spotted the clerk on his way up.
"Great place you have here," he said, turning to face the stairs, his naked body on full display. "We love it," he added, pulling Mel next to him, forcing her to face the staring man.
The guy's eyes got as big as saucers and his mouth dropped open.
Vincent casually turned and continued walking to their room. Once the door closed behind them, both he and Mel started to laugh.
"Did you see the look on that guy's face?"
Vincent asked through his laughter.
Mel tried to be angry, but the shock expressed by the man on the stairs was just too funny to get upset about.
Vincent scooped her up into his arms and deposited her on the bed. Both of them were still chuckling when his hand moved onto her pussy.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
"So what's it going to be?" Vincent asked as his hand rubbed over her cunt. "Shall we experiment? Or just fuck our brains out?"
"Why not a little of both?" Mel questioned. "I'll start. Get up on you hands and knees."
Vincent did as she instructed, then Mel positioned herself behind him. She knelt down and looked at his hairy balls hanging between his legs. While they were tempting, she had something completely different in mind.
Her hands moved onto his ass, slowly circling over his fuzzy buns. Then her fingers curled into his dark crack and opened him up. She gazed at his asshole and wondered if she really wanted to go through with what she had planned.
"What are you doing back there?" Vincent asked, his cheeks spread wide.
"You'll find out," she said, lowering her face to his open crack.
The heat of his ass swirled around her head as she kissed her way down his valley. Vincent moaned when she pressed her lips to his sphincter, and she could feel his circular muscle tighten beneath her kisses.
Her fingers slipped down and stopped on either side of his entrance. She tugged hard and forced his hole to open. Her tongue grazed just a bit of his interior flash, and Vincent gasped.
His asshole was saltier than any other part of his body, the taste of his butt so different that it was like having another man beneath her mouth. Her fingers kept tugging on his soft butt flesh, and her tongue tried harder and harder to get inside him.
Vincent resisted her probes, although he didn't know why. Other women had played with his asshole, and he had always found the experience enjoyable. He tried to relax the muscles in his ass, but it just wasn't happening.
"Are you sure you really want to do that?" he asked her, staring back at his rocking balls.
"I want to give you pleasure," she said, sitting back, gazing at the pink circle in his crack. "I want to try all the things you try on me. Don't you like this?"
"Sure I do! But sucking butt is pretty kinky Maybe I should show you how it's done first." He dropped onto the bed, removing his ass from her hands.
"Well, okay. Is that what you want to do? Do you want to fuck me up the ass?"
"Only if you want to. At least we could give it a try."
Mel got onto her hands and knees, and Vincent got really excited. He loved driving his dick up a tight asshole, but he knew he had a lot of preparatory work to do first. He tried to calm himself down as he moved into position behind her upraised butt.
His balls slid down her ass, his soft cock trailing along her crack as he planned his strategy. Mel slowly rocked her hips in encouragement as his warm genitals fell between her legs.
He pressed his chest against her back, his body covering hers, his lips nibbling on her neck. His hands reached back to knead the smooth mounds of her bottom before parting her cheeks. His knees pressed against hers to spread them further apart, and she opened for him. His fingers slid down her crack until they sat next to her dry hole.
One finger slowly worked the eye of her butt. It rolled over her tightened circle of muscle, which had no means to moisten on its own. Vincent kissed his way down her back, over her supple globes, and into her crack. He dabbed his warm saliva into her hole with his loving tongue.
Both hands then tugged on her buns, his fingers holding her butt's cleft open for his mouth. He chewed and sucked on her virgin valley, his tongue lubricating her with sweeping tenderness.
Mel tried her best to loosen her hole, knowing full well that he wouldn't do anything to hurt her, but her muscle refused to cooperate. She worked her ass against his probing tongue, but she wasn't feeling any more relaxed.
Vincent ran his mouth down her crack to the beginnings of her heated gash. She raised her butt, and longing grew in her pussy. For a moment, she thought he had given up on her butt. That was not the case.
He tickled her snatch a couple of times with his active tongue, then pulled his face away from her crotch. His hands allowed her crack to close, and Mel watched between her legs.
Vincent sat back, playing with his cock, pumping and stroking his shaft into towering firmness. Both of his hands massaged his growing length until liquid began to ooze out of the tiny hole in his cockhead. She lowered her face to the pillow and waited patiently for his dick to reach its full potential.
While she waited, she worked the muscles in her asshole, slowly tensing and relaxing to get the exact feel of how each position felt. But she didn't have to wait long for him to get an erection.
His hands were quickly pushing on her thighs to widen the gap of her crack. Mel raised her ass high into the air by drawing her knees up beneath her, assuming that was a better position for his entry.
His mouth returned to her butt, his tongue slowly licking over her hole. He poked and probed and tried his best to coat her opening with saliva. Then his hand slid down her crevice until it reached the entrance to her tingling tunnel.
One finger circled the rim to her ass, and she felt cool liquid being applied to her anus. It made her jerk.
"Hold still," he said, "I'm just greasing you up with some of my dick's oil. If you want me to stop, just say so."
"No, not yet. Just go slow."
"I promise."
His finger went back and forth between his leaking knob and her closed hole. He swabbed her opening with as much fluid as he could get, then it was time to try for penetration.
His fingers held her cheeks apart as he raised his hard-on closer to its target. Since this was all so new to her, Mel wanted to see him, to watch his sturdy cock glide into her sweet and tender bottom.
She pushed the top of her head into the pillow and stared between her legs, but all she could see were his dangling nuts as his upraised shaft nestled into the valley of her ass. She sighed at the touch of his wet cockhead against her puckered circle and let her face return to the pillow.. A chill raced through her body, making her anxious for this new experience.
Vincent introduced his sleek and slippery knob to her clenched anal muscle. He slowly circled his cockhead to make sure her hole was slick with his dick's natural juices. Then he eased in slowly and gently.
Mel resisted him, but the first of his sighs finally came when the end of his cockhead forced her gates to part. Barely in her butt, the tightness on his knob was wonderfully arousing. Pushing onward, he gradually slipped his knob fully into her butt, her anal ring closing around the groove that began his shaft.
Mel gasped and began to pant into the pillow. His cock was in. At least a little of his dick had broken through her barrier. She braced herself for his further advance.
His hands rolled her mounds around his incoming dick to relax her muscles. His actions helped stretch her hole around his girth and helped mold her soft walls around his slowly moving cock. He inched inside her, stopping after each minuscule trek into her virgin interior.
Mel held herself very still and let him penetrate her bottom at his own pace. She was quite amazed at how easily and painlessly her hole expanded around his slowly moving thickness once he had gotten his dick inside her.
She concentrated on keeping her sphincter relaxed, once she had come to accept his cock, her desire to please him keeping her flesh loose for his smooth journey into the dark depths of her ass.
His cockhead pushed her walls aside as he made his steady climb into her hot interior. Her body clasped his length in clinging velvet, and the trip seemed to take forever.
Mel was thankful that he didn't just lunge into her rear, but took his time with her virgin hole. Vincent inched in deeper, stopped, his hands continuously working her globes, then fed her a little more of his pulsing prick. And each forward advance sent a thrilling jolt of pleasure through her body.
At long last, his dick was completely captured by her hugging tunnel. Then Mel did a little experimenting of her own. She tightened around his shaft, squeezing his rod in a loving embrace.
Vincent gasped as much as she did. His hips circled his sturdy stake, and she found she loved the odd sensations stimulating her backside.
Then he started the extraction of his throbbing muscle down her expanded canal. He slipped back to her gripping entrance, stopped with his cockhead divinely captured, and circled his hips once again.
Mel could feel her butt hole being stretched around his rotating rod. It took all her effort to keep her asshole from squeezing around his marauding member, but she managed it. There was no pain, no suffering. What she felt instead was an exciting sense of fullness.
Vincent slowly shoved his cock back up her tunnel, then pulled his knob back to her sphincter. Then up again.
"Oh, Mel! This is fantastic! What a tight ass! Are you okay?"
Mel chose not to respond as she started to work her hips against him. He stroked up and down her grasping channel, a long and loving glide forward and back. He took great care with her tender interior, wanting it to be as pleasurable for her as it was for him.
His speed increased with each stroke until he established a comfortable rhythm, a rapturous rocking into her butt rather than a pounding slam of flesh upon flesh. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her mounds firmly into his hairy crotch, his pubes tickling her bottom.
Mel felt a burning and an itching in her pussy. Her cunt could feel his dick gliding through her ass, and the motion made her snatch long for his cock.
Vincent was doing marvelous things with his dick, constantly changing the length of his thrusts, circling and jerking, bouncing up and down and in and out, all to please her.
Emotions swirled inside her, and she wondered if it could be love. She adored the new feelings produced by his altering style, his dick doing fabulously new things to her desire. With so many wonderful sensations bombarding her body, she couldn't be sure if it was love or lust, but at the moment, it didn't really matter. She was lost in pleasure and could sort out her feelings later.
Vincent suddenly increased his speed to bounce their bodies more firmly together. His balls slapped into her pussy to further inflame her snatch. His drives into her ass were deep enough to fully bury his swollen girth inside her. And when her ass met his crotch, he pulled back out, only to drive in again. Now accustomed to getting fucked up the ass, she set her hips in motion, grinding her rectum over his stimulating prick.
His steady pumping rocked her body. Bent over as she was, her tiny nipples brushed against the sheets, her breasts blazing as brilliantly as the rest of her. Her entire body felt the pleasure of his tempered thrusts, the care taken on her ass a greater turn-on than any ramming of her pussy.
Her butt wiggled and gyrated, bathing his cock in her heated flesh, her walls moist and yielding. While her mind floated in dreamy ecstasy, her butt charged back to meet each of his sumptuous jabs up her tunnel. Her lower half throbbed around his wonderful dick.
She soon learned how to control her rectum, and squeezed her muscles around his stroking cock. Her channel collapsed around his girth to provide his dick with an even tighter sleeve of fucking pleasure.
With Mel learning to control her muscles and apparently not in any pain, Vincent claimed her ass with greater zeal, stroking harder, plowing into her more firmly.
The increased force behind his drives made her butt tingle with joy. Each ass-slapping thrust jerked a happy moan out of her open mouth. The new enthusiasm behind his grinding hips had to mean he was nearing his climax.
Mel did all she could to aid in the draining of his cock. She kept up the pressure, clamping her tunnel onto his driving shaft, trying to slide his skin along his hard and blood-filled muscle.
But she also had her pussy to think about. The raging fire deep in her interior needed to be satisfied. She knew she wasn't going to cum with his dick driving up her ass, so somehow, she needed to get herself off.
She used one hand to hold her in position for Vincent's devastating dick, and sent the other into her crotch. Her fingers instantly entered her slit and searched for her craving hole. Her middle finger dove deeply into her snatch, probing and poking before thrusting in and out of her clasping hole. She finger-fucked her cunt as rapidly as Vincent rammed his cock into her ass.
The faster she stroked her pussy, the more the walls of her ass tightened around his plowing girth. Finally, the firmness of her tunnel's grip caused him to lose his rhythm. His speed varied. His hips ground against her muscular bottom, and his dick couldn't take a straight and driving course. His knob banged from side to side, from top to bottom, his whole body caught up in his blazing desire for climax.
The change threw Mel off balance. She struggled to hold herself still, to keep her ass stationary beneath his rampaging prick. She refused to release her hand from her needy twat and relied on the strength in one arm to support her body.
Vincent's wild maneuvers suddenly brought his cock to erupting glory. Hot, thick and stimulating cum flew out into her gripping canal. He jerked his hips in short strokes with just enough power to hurl each gob of spunk deeply into her body. Her channel quickly filled, her ass occupied by a spewing cock and swirling cum.
Long, gliding strides returned with his final drops. His dick plowed its way through the thickness of his cream, spreading it over her flesh and his. He painted her walls with loving strokes, and his cock was once again a muscle of soothing passion.
With the amount of heat glowing inside her, and the rapid pace of her plunging finger, her pussy couldn't help but explode. Not long after
Vincent's cock stopped blasting, her cunt started streaming.
Hot honey poured over her stroking finger, and she gasped around the pleasure swamping her crotch. She stopped her finger in her hole, kept it plugged to keep the heat of her discharge inside her body. Flames burned brightly in both her erupting cunt and her fiery ass. Ecstasy was complete.
Mel was somewhat saddened by the softening of his erection, and she unwillingly let him extract his rod from her ass. She would have been a lot more willing had she known what he wanted to do next.
He dropped his head between her legs and yanked her hand away from her cooze. His face instantly raised into her crotch, his tongue leaping into her cunt. His fingers parted the petals of her pussy to make sure he could reach far into her interior and extract every drop of her sweet, creamy nectars.
His lips spread into her twat as his tongue probed and scraped the delicate walls of her box. Mel panted and gasped as Vincent sucked on cunt, the temperature in her crotch soaring to nearly intolerable levels as he deliciously cleaned out her snatch.
She couldn't move when his face finally pulled out of her cunt. Exhausted, delighted beyond measure, her body seemed locked in this position forever. While her exterior might be immobile, her insides were a mass of quivering, jiggling madness. And Vincent wasn't helping to calm her one bit.
His hands gently massaged her globes, and his mouth again made contact with her hot skin. She could almost hear his lips sizzle as he kissed her flaming ass cheeks. Then he moved up to the small of her back, his fingers in constant motion, her body in constant turmoil.
Then he lay down beside her.
Mel dropped flat onto the bed, gasping for breath. Sex with Vincent was truly a learning experience. And it seemed no matter what he did, she was assured of climax and the sweetest pleasures.
She rolled onto her side to face him. She snuggled up next to him and pressed her body firmly against his. His hand raised to her chin and he kissed her tenderly.
"Want to get some sleep?" he asked.
"I guess. After all, we have the whole weekend."
She went to sleep cradled in his arms. And she'd hardly ever be out of them all weekend long. In fact, they hardly left their room. It was more like a honeymoon, and she only got into the ocean once.
She knew they were just having sex, but she couldn't help wondering if it wasn't leading to love. She didn't mention her feelings to Vincent. She decided that she'd wait to hear how he felt about her before disclosing her feelings for him.
At the end of the weekend, Vincent asked her to move in with him. She didn't give him an immediate answer, but in her heart, she knew she would soon become his new roommate.
