Melissa had spent the warm autumn afternoon on the white sands of the Alexandrian beach, her knees drawn up pensively to her chin, her dark skirt blowing in the wind. The powerful waves crashing against the shore had felt as if they were wearing her away, eroding the jagged edges of her predicament to a calm smoothness. Yet at the same time they made her so aware of her frailness, of the slender thread with which she clung to her existence. Poverty is the most basic challenge to the will to live, and Melissa, though capable of finer longings, wanted no more for herself at this moment than the assurance of a hot meal every day and a roof over her head. When her father had died he had left her a small income. But it was exhausted now. . . And she knew there was only one thing she could do.
She stood up and dusted the fine warm sand from her shabby skirt, and headed now, in the mauve-lemon light of the fading sun, towards the old city. She could feel the eyes on her as she walked through the teeming streets, the coal black eyes of the old Arabs, the covertly lusting eyes of the Greeks, the cold steely blue of the English, and the snobbish, fey eyes of the French. She would have to get used to it now, get used to the eyes crawling over her body, the eyes desiring her, desiring to consume her, to defile her, yes, to fuck her. For she knew the only way open to her now was to dance. . . to be a belly dancer in old Koan's club. It was only a short step up from the streets, but there was a universe of self-respect in that short step.
The El Amhat Club was still closed when she arrived. The chairs were piled upside down on the tables, like old prostitutes with their legs waiting for business. It was strangely still in the nightclub and for a moment she thought perhaps that old Koan, the owner, was not there. She sat down at the edge of the low stage to wait for him. The colors of the set, so garish and bright with lights each night as the belly dancers moved seductively to the music in their glittering costumes, was cold and grey now. Only a tiny overhead lightbulb lit the club, and only the stale smell of alcohol and cigarettes remained of the night before.
"Aaaaahhhh, dear Melissa, so you have finally come to me." A short stubby man, a large cigar clenched between his yellowed teeth, appeared almost as if out of nowhere, and walked, like a beast whose prey is already caught in a trap, toward Melissa.
"Yes," the beautiful blonde waif answered softly. . . "I have come."
He smiled leeringly at her. Now he could have his revenge, now he would be able to repay her for the times he had begged for her favors, for the times she had refused him, trying hard to disguise the disgust on her face, which made it all the more painful for him. Now it was his turn to reverse the humiliation. . . where once he had needed her to keep away the cold of night, now it was she who was the needy one. "It's so good to see you, my dear," he said, then paused . . . "But of course, we must see if you are talented enough to dance at the EI Amhat.
Melissa knew he would not make it easy for her and she should have expected it. She grit her teeth together. What ever he would put her through she would have to endure... it was either that or sell her body on the streets. "But you asked me so many times to come and dance at your club-I thought. . . ."
"But you have never danced uh-professionally-before, Koan leered.
Melissa lowered her head. She would have to accept the humiliation. . . she would have to understand it was because he was hurt-because poor old Koan had been in love with her and she could not disguise the fact that he had disgusted her, repelled her, and now she would have to pay, as we all do, for those we reject. In this life one always gets to act both parts of every drama.
"First of all," Koan continued, "You must have the right sort of body to be a belly dancer. . . I've admired you clothed of course. . . but you never know what women will look like once they remove their props. . . You can't imagine the women who appeared stunning in their chic dresses and sandals, but once they had their clothes off-my dear-you can't imagine how many majestic mountains I have seen slide into the sea. . . ."
Melissa stared down at the floor, afraid to look him in the eye lest her contempt be so powerful for him that he would toss her out. "I assure you my body is fine. . . ."
"Ahhh," he breathed, enjoying enormously his newly powerful role with the beautiful young girl "Who in Alexandria ever uses words to tell the truth... You must show me. . . Stand up now."
Melissa stood up slowly and turned her profile to his hungry eyes, her firm young breasts swelling under her thin cotton blouse. With one hand she brushed down her thin black skirt, smoothing the shabby material as if it were silk, until it unbrokenly hugged the rich, full curves of her hips and buttocks, clinging tightly to her smooth flesh. . As his eyes coursed over her, she felt her flesh cringe as if he had actually touched her with his stubby hand. She knew she wouldn't mind as much dancing half-naked in front of a hundred men in this room at night-no, she would wear thick make-up and a costume-she wouldn't be Melissa, just an anonymous dancer... but now, even fully dressed in front of the greedy eyes of Koan, she was disgusted.
Koan nodded approvingly. "It's all right, my dear. . . but I've seen this much before. You'll have to do better than that... I can't allow you to perform tonight without being sure. What if you have a huge scar across your belly as the result of ridding your body of the unwanted fruit of some indiscretion. . . You know how our theatrical lighting will exaggerate it ... my customers might be disgusted by you. . . no,. no, it just wouldn't do. . . ."
Melissa stepped back. "You, know very well r am more beautiful than any ten women who work for you... you just want to humiliate me . . . Please. . . stop. . . ."
"Now, now, my dear," he gloated at her discomfort. . . "This is merely routine. There is nothing personal in it. After all, it is you who need the work. . . If you don't really want to work for me, you are certainly free to leave here any time you choose."
Melissa knew now that she would have to endure this humiliation, and a hint of a tear began to form in the comer of her eye.
"Now," Koan commanded, "Just strip down to your panties."
Melissa could feel the color filling her cheeks, for though she had undressed in front of many men before, not one of them had she truly loved. For this reason, Melissa, though her body had been used by many men, had never had her heart touched, and therefore still felt like a virgin, for she had truly given herself to no man.
The beautiful blonde's fingers trembled as she undid the buttons, one by one, until the thin blouse was open to her narrow waist. She felt a little chill as the air brushed over her bare belly; and despite her loathing for the situation, she could feel her nipples begin to harden under the taut nylon of her bra. With both hands, she reached around in back and unfastened the single catch on her black cotton skirt and tugged on the zipper until it came down. She let the skirt fall to her feet, and stood there in her panties before old Koan.
The old night-club owner's eyes popped open wide as he gazed at the trembling beauty standing before him. He took in the delicious spectacle slowly, from head to toe-the smooth unblemished flow of her neck where it curved down to the jutting, ripely formed melons of her breasts, swelling, proudly under the sheerness of her nylon brassiere; the trim inward curve of her waist,.. her perfectly arching hips, and her long, well-proportioned legs, blossoming in the soft fullness of her thighs, then again in the supple gracefulness of her well-turned calves. "My God!" the old man breathed hoarsely. . . "My God, you're beautiful."
Melissa stared down at the old wooden floor, her face flushed with color. "Please Koan . . . don't..." She begged, for the old man's awe had somehow touched her heart.
Koan didn't take his eyes off her for even an instant, and she could hear his wheezing breath quickening. Then she heard his croaking old voice again. "You must show me more than that, my dear... A brassiere is like a brace - which could be holding up a crumbling building.
Quickly now, knowing there was no way to avoid it, she reached behind her with both hands and unclasped the catch of her bra. "I'll show you what you want to see." She blinked back the stinging tears of embarrassment in her burning eyes and loosened the snaps, letting her bra slide down her bare arms. Her proud young breasts shivered in the open air, and she could feel her nipples harden instantly as Koan's hotly appraising stare fell on them. They stood up firmly, without a trace of sag, her rigid pink nipples thrusting straight ahead boldly, like two tiny eyes returning his eager gaze.
His eyes followed the twin jutting bulges of her ripe breasts, then down along the smooth, unblemished expanse of her flat belly, past the puckered indentation of her navel.
"Now the panties..." he wheezed, almost trembling with the excitement of his good fortune.
She complied unhesitantly, catching the tight elastic waistband of her bikini panties and peeling it over the gentle swell of her trim, narrow hips. As she pulled them down over her soft tanned thighs, and down past her knees, she exposed the blonde patch of down at the bottom of her flat belly.
Koan's eyes were glazing with growing lust as he eyed the gorgeous young woman he had desired for so long peeling down to bare flesh right before his eyes. He couldn't believe his good fortune; most of the women who danced at the El Amhat, though not much older than Melissa, had been around too long, had suffered too many hard knocks, and though their bodies were well formed, there was something tough about them, something that made them less desirable. But somehow, no matter what rotten hand fate had dealt her, Melissa managed always to preserve, as if with some inner light, the beauty of a young maiden.
"Melissa," he whispered silently to himself, knowing that if he said it aloud the tenderness he felt for her would reveal itself, and she must not know as her tiny, curled-under toes as she stood before him, quivering a little with embarrassment.
"Ummmmm . . . a lovely body, so lovely, my dear. . . .
She turned back to face him, making no attempt to cover her nudity. "Well, have you decided whether I can work for you?" she asked. . . .
He laughed, a high pitched giggle. "Well. . . there is just one more thing. . . ."
"What now," she said curtly, stopping in mid-reach as she started to pick up her clothes.
"Sit down, sit down... relax... take it easy. "
She knew it was useless to argue with the old man, and sat down on the edge of the dusty stage, her knees clamped together and her arms folded demurely across her jutting breasts. She squirmed uncomfortably as Koan came toward her, his eyes telegraphing his intent as obviously as a child reaching for a forbidden piece of candy.
Melissa squirmed against the cool wood of the stage, vainly trying to cringe away from this awful, frightening old man leering at her like she was a trinket in the market. She moved forward to reach for her clothes, but he reached out and pushed her back down.
"The audition is not quite yet over, my ear, he smirked, his belt undone and his pants half-open at the top of his zipper. Koan squeezed her arm firmly in his strong confining grip, and yanked his zipper all the way down with his free hand.
"Here you are, sweetheart," he said. "Just what you need, huh?" he reached inside like he was probing deep in an old purse for coins, and pulled his thick hose of a penis out in the open. It flopped over his zipper in a rubbery, bulky knob, the tip slowly swelling in size as it hit the open air.
Melissa gasped with disgust as the heavy-set old man's penis was suddenly cast before her. "Stop it, Mr. Koan, Stop it... or I'lI . . .
"You'll what. . . a scream in this section of the city brings no help. . . you know that!" he grinned.
Melissa trembled with revulsion as the balding, squat man began to drop his pants and rumpled under shorts to mid-thigh. She could now see all of his bulky, thick cock and his huge balls dangling like two leathery bulbs beneath the short, stubby knob of his prick. He moved toward her now as she sat cringing on the edge of the stage. Then he was on top of her, straddling her, pinning her flat down on her back like a helpless insect.
Melissa knew the only thing she could do was submit to him. So many men had taken their pleasure from her and she wondered when the kingdom of carnal bliss would open for her.
But the flesh has many surprises and who is to say what strange forms love will take in the mad rat's nest of Alexandria.
Chapter Two
In another section of the city, where people no longer struggle for their daily bread and shelter, the desperation of life's games takes on other forms. Behind the stony white elegance of a mansion in this part of the city, whose walls were the color of bitter lemons as they caught the reflection of the sun setting in the silver sea, another act of the endless sexual theater of Alexandria was being enacted.
Hussim Mosnani was wealthy, had always been wealthy like his father before him, like his father's father and the long chain of ancestors before them. So powerful had this family been that even the cleansing and merciless whiteness of the ever-shifting desert sands had not erased their memory from the city.
And it was for this reason that Hussim could not think about money, nor was he interested in the pleasures that it could buy... for the novelty of what can be purchased had been exhausted not even in his life but in many generations past. For the darkly handsome Arab there was only one reason to live. . . for love. . . a love as total and complete as a religious convert finds in God. . . a love as all accepting as the saint who looks upon lepers and sees the work of God.
Yet the object of his love was neither saintly nor hideous. The object of his love was Justine and to love Justine meant not to cage her as one would a captured jungle beast nor to frame her as a beautiful painting nor to set her in a glass box, trapped for all the world to see like a precious stone. No . . . for Hussim to love Justine was to let her wander free, like a lioness roaming the savannah, to love all her varied aspects and appreciate her all the more for her wild freedom. For indeed Justine roamed the seething, untamed streets of Alexandria like a savage queen, obeying only the desires of her own flesh and the needs of her soul for love in all its many forms.
The darkly mysterious beauty was seated under an olive tree in the garden now, the warm breeze rustling the soft white folds of her dress about her long slender legs. Capodistria, their proudly handsome German Shepherd was curled up at her feet. Hussim, who had been riding all afternoon, came up behind her, kissing her lightly on the back of her neck. She reached up one slender arm and pulled his head down to her full high breasts, while her other hand, searching for his, came in contact instead with the cool slender hardness of his riding crop.
Hussim sat down beside his wife, wondering how another man would feel to be the husband of such a woman. . . a woman who could never be satisfied with only one man. Yet, unlike most husbands, he had no desire to deny her pleasures. . . he only wished he could be there when she had her assignations. . . that he could be there hidden behind a door, or invisible between she and an unknown lover in a strange bed. Sometimes he thought he should be upset by Justine's affairs, yet it didn't bother him at all, at least, not in the way it would bother other men. Had he been like other Alexandrian men, he would be as jealous and possessive of his wife as of a precious jewel. But his love for Justine - transcended ordinariness, his love for Justine was a love for all she was, and he no more wanted to restrict her than one would want to trap the ever-swelling waves of the ocean.
Then he glanced down and noticed the little hashish pipe on the ground beside his wife. Perhaps Justine had had a visitor today... perhaps she had shared the pipe with someone. "Have you been alone all day today, my dear. . ." he asked her.
She smiled at him. "No," she said simply, a small smile playing on her full red lips.
"Can you tell me who you've been with."
"The young writer, Lawrence Dogerel, stopped by today... he's so sweet, so sensitive. . . a bit lost, like this good old dog." She patted Capodistria on his smooth furry head. . . "Like good old Capo," she smiled. . . "I've invited him to dinner tonight."
Hussim was surprised at his own reaction. Never before had he experienced this feeling of jealousy. Why should he be feeling it now, toward such an unworthy rival. . . towards that too-delicate young writer. Justine immediately, as if through telepathy, knew what her husband was thinking. "What is wrong, my darling," she asked.
"Nothing," Hussim said moodily. Justine chose to ignore it. Perhaps it was just a passing mood, and not some signal of a deeper change in her husband.
Capo was nuzzling her bare leg affectionately with his wet cold nose. Justine affectionately gave the animal a quick pat, and the enormous dog promptly rolled over on his back, his fluffy tail swishing wildly, and his long, pink tongue trailing from his panting mouth.
"Sometimes," said Hussim, "I think that dog loves you as much as I do."
And something in her husband's tone made Justine suddenly wary.
Chapter Three
Melissa could sense the terrible loneliness that had driven old Koan to this desperate struggle with her. And she wished, somehow, that she could be more kind to him, to give him her body, as one would throw some scraps to a hungry dog. Yet he was so repellent to her that she could only fight bitterly against him. Her long nails clawed into his shirt, and she twisted and strained desperately, but he was too big for her, too heavy, and too passionately intent on having his way.
Now he was easing his bulky form forward against her struggling body, sliding his naked crotch over her belly until his heavy balls dangled right between her bulging, quivering breasts. Her pink, crinkly nipples jutted straight up at him as he looked her over, and the soft curve of her tits rested against his thighs as he straddled her, pinning her between his thick legs as he knelt on the wooden stage.
He pushed the fleshy, soft mounds of her ripe breasts tightly together with his thighs, squeezing the rubbery trunk of his throbbing prick between her warm, resilient tits. A barely audible sigh of pleasure escaped his fleshy lips as he felt the soft, yielding flesh of her young breasts caress the sensitive length of his rapidly swelling shaft, urging the slumbering beast into purple, blood-filled hardness until the swol1en bulbous tip poked stiffly against her chest, hidden between the soft mounds of her bare breasts.
"That's it, old boy. . . just keep growing like that. . . harder and harder... thicker and thicker. . . we'll show this bitch a thing or two! "
Suddenly his rigid penis sprang from its hiding place between her fleshy mounds, and shot out like an arrow from his flabby, hair-covered loins. Still gripping it tightly in his right hand, he pul1ed back the sheath of flesh that covered the purple, throbbing head, and it poked free with a moist plopping sound. He squeezed the hard shaft of his penis tightly, and the bulbous tip swelled with deep purple fullness, distending until it was twice its normal size, and pulsing with eagerness just a few inches from Melissa's frightened eyes.
Tears trickled from her closed lids as she struggled vainly to shut out this awful, degrading nightmare she found herself trapped in. She hoped-she prayed-for a miracle; that this horrible moment might end as suddenly as it had begun. . . that she was no longer a needy waif of the streets, but a person who belonged to a man who would care for her, take care of her, love her. But she knew it was hopeless-she would fuck old Koan now, she would work as a belly dancer until she was too old . . . and then it was too dreadful to think about... one day at a time.
Koan was aiming his huge swollen shaft at her face like a weapon. "Suck it. . . suck it real good, honey."
"No! No!" Melissa screamed. "Please... please." She struggled now with all her strength to free her naked body from his vise-like grip. But his thick, hairy thighs pinned her like glue to the stage-she was powerless to escape him no matter how hard she tried.
And suddenly she didn't give a damn about the job, didn't care if she starved. She would never submit to this hideous beast. Gritting her teeth and summoning all her meager courage, she slammed her tightened fist into his balls with all her strength, smashing her hand all the way into his crotch.
"Aaaggghhh!" he gasped, clutching at his painfully throbbing testicles with both hands, releasing for an instant his grip on her.
But that fleeting instant was all Melissa needed. Like a serpent, she slithered quickly out from under the awesome weight of the naked old man and flung her legs to the floor.
Snapping to her feet, she grabbed her clothes and bolted for the door, trailing undergarments behind her in a mindless dash for safety. Nothing mattered except getting as much distance between him and her as she could.
Nearly stumbling, she tried to make her way past the obstacle course of tables to the door, but suddenly she felt his vise-like grip on her arm. "You ain't going nowhere, you little bitch!" he said gruffly, and she cowered before his greater strength now_ The old man was as furious as a wounded animal. now, and he grabbed her painfully by the shoulders, squeezing the tender flesh in his tight grip, and shoved her to the floor in a kneeling position. Melissa offered no resistance now; she accepted the hopelessness of her life. Her survival now depended upon placating him.
He pulled her head toward his brushy loins, smashing her face flat against his limp cock.
"Mmmmmmfff." she could barely open her mouth to speak as he held her crushed against his prick, her lips touching the smooth rubbery head of his manhood. Her stomach tightened nauseously as she tasted the salty tanginess of his prick crammed against her quivering lips. The burning knot of nausea in her stomach grew larger and threatened to make her violently sick, but she fought it bravely, determined not to add to her humiliation. Tears of abject degradation and helpless surrender streamed down her flushed cheeks as she realized she was totally in the power now of this filthy old man.
"You know what to do with it, honey," growled Koan, gripping her shoulder-length blonde hair tightly between the fingers of both his hands and twisting until her mouth opened in searing pain. "Suck it, cunt! Suck it! Suck it real good, and use that sweet little tongue of yours to clean it nice and slick.
Melissa tried to beg one last time for mercy, but when her lips parted, his bulky cock was quickly shoed between them, filling her tiny mouth with its fleshy length. He rammed it forward with a sudden snap of his pelvis, and her cheeks hollowed to accommodate its full size as it began to swell and harden quickly in the warm, wet confines of her mouth.
"Lick it clean, bitch!" he ordered. "Lick it till it's nice and hard. And if you're real good you'll get an extra treat." She glanced up at him with soulful, pleading blue eyes, but the menacing smirk streaked across his face told her there was no hope left.
Instinctively, she tried to keep her tongue from touching his obscene member, but she found it impossible as the thick shaft continued to well in the warm moistness of her mouth.
His fingers tightened once again in her thick hair. "Lick it, I told you! Lick it real nice!"
Timidly, Melissa touched her tongue to the throbbing head of his fleshy cock, afraid of what response it might bring. She sickened at the mere thought of his hot, seething semen emptying into her throat and she tried to keep those thoughts out of her mind.
Filled with hot blood, the swollen knob grew even larger as her tongue reluctantly caressed the thick length of his prick, swirling it in the warm juices of her mouth.
As it seemed to grow ever longer and thicker, Melissa was suddenly terribly frightened.
Then, without a hint of warning, Koan suddenly pulled his long, heavy prick from Melissa's ovalled lips with a quick jerk of his loins. Melissa looked up at him with wide-eyed wonderment as his long shaft slipped from between her moist, clasping lips in a gleaming, hard length that amazed her.
"Surprised, bitch?" he sneered, holding his huge cock in his left hand so that the distended tip brushed her lips. "Well don't be. I just decided I want a little sample of the nice pussy between those gorgeous legs of yours . . . Now you ain't gonna fight me no more, are you?"
Melissa looked straight at the floor, too humiliated to return his evil stare. "I . . . I won't fight you Mr. Koan. I'll do whatever you say."
The words were weak and hoarse, and her voice cracked with submission as she surrendered completely to his lurid designs. Melissa knew the only way she could survive now was to give this horrible old man what he wanted.
"Lay down," he ordered, and Melissa obeyed, shivering involuntarily as she lowered her naked form to the floor.
Koan looked over his new acquisition, taking in very slowly the incredible ripe youthfulness of her naked body - wondering at the sweetness and innocence of her soul, though he knew he was not the first to use her body. She was so incredibly tantalizing - so unbelievably magnetic in her frail, tragic delicacy.
Her twin, firm buttocks were clenched tightly, like a velvet fist, concealing the forbidden orifice of her puckered anus, as her tightly clamped thighs hid the juicy softness of her tender young slit.
"Up on your knees!" he barked, and Melissa obeyed, cringing at his horrible, evil words, but resigned to her wretched plight. Oh God! She thought. My life is a nightmare. . . how I wish I could wake from it!
Old Koan gripped her ful1 young buttocks with both hands, and spread the deep crevice of her ass with his stubby thumbs, opening to his unobstructed view the taut, muscular ring of her tiny cringing anus and the warm moist pink softness of her vaginal cleft, the fleshy, puckered lips spread ever so slightly in a tempting display of feminine appeal.
Melissa's whole body tensed like a coiled spring, in horrified anticipation of the bruising pain she expected to slam into her at any moment.
Koan skillfully spread the soft, pink flanges of her young pussy, opening wide the warm, moist lips and brushing aside the downy pussy hair that lined the sides of her damp crevice. When the narrow slit was spread wide for his amusement, exposing the puckered edges of her cunt, Koan lowered his head to the fragrant lips, catching the young girl completely by surprise.
Her body cracked like a whip as his tongue made its first, electric contact with the sensitive nerve-filled flesh of her vulnerable vaginal lips.
"N-no . . . please," she gasped, her lips trembling as Koan's tongue probed her forbidden regions deftly, bringing shivers of wicked delight that coursed unwanted over her naked flesh in involuntary spasms, completely beyond her control. She blushed bright red with embarrassment, humiliated that this horrible old man could bring such a lascivious response from her body and that she was powerless to stop it.
Koan opened wide her young, moist cuntal furrow wide with his thumbs, and burrowed his tongue and lips in the warm slit, poking into her deepest hidden crevices, each worming probe bringing a new quiver of helplessness to her naked form. Her breasts were smashed against the floor, beneath her kneeling form, and her lovely buttocks were shoved upward invitingly, unprotected and vulnerable to his lustful plundering.
"Oh, please... this is awful... please stop. . . please," begged Melissa, her face awash with stinging tears. It was all the more humiliating because somehow the old man was able to arouse her as no one had before!
Don't want to my ass! Koan thought. She's almost begging for it!
He knew he was good with his tongue-enough women had told him so, and he knew this snotty little bitch was no different from the others. His eyes squinted with wanton anticipation as he thought of his aching prick pounding into this ripe young bitch's pussy, filling her sex-starved empty belly with his hot, scalding sperm. . . reaming her tight little hole like she'd never had it before.
Furrowing his nose into the moist juiciness of her pussy-hole, Koan fastened his teeth ever so gently on her tiny sensitive clitoris. He knew he'd found it when her whole naked buttocks suddenly quivered violently, sending a ripple of lewd, sinful pleasure shivering along her spine. Melissa felt her small pink nipples suddenly grow hard, poking painfully into the rough fabric of the sofa cushion beneath her breasts.
Oh, my God! the beautiful blonde was thinking. Am I some kind of an animal. Am I no better than this filthy old beast! I can't help myself; I can't stop this burning that's raging inside me!
Koan teasingly rolled the tiny bud of her throbbing clitoris between his partially clenched teeth, feeling the little nub harden and swell as he tauntingly nibbled at it, licking it roughly with his tongue as Melissa squirmed to escape the agonizing assault on, her naked loins. She tried vainly to clench her firm buttocks cheeks together, hoping she could shut off his salacious attack, but he held her fleshy half-moons tightly in his grip, and his fingers bit into her flesh painfully when she tried to pull away, leaving bright red welts between that criss-cross her buttocks with white marks.
Melissa's eyes were tightly shut, still the tears streamed like rain down her cheeks. But at the same time she suffered the tremendous mental anguish of this assault, Melissa began to be shatteringly aware of a new sensation of lewd burning desire ravaging her insides, a raging hot flame that seemed to roar from her ravished loins into her belly.
Koan chuckled to himself as her naked hips began to slowly and involuntarily grind in a quiet, steady rhythm, making tiny concentric circles as he nibbled voraciously on her throbbing clitoris. "Oooooohhh . . . please... pleeeease!" she moaned, her mouth half open, her eyes still tightly shut. The tears had ceased to stream down her reddened cheeks, and her head was tossed back, her blonde hair trailing over her bare shoulders and onto her back. "Please stop! I can't stand it! I can't stand it!"
I'll bet this is the first time she's been eaten so good, laughed Koan to himself. And, pleased with himself, he stepped up the pace of his hungry ravishment of her treasured crevice, his tongue alternating between the pulsing nub of her clitoris and the sensitive, fleshy flanges of her burning young pussy. He had a tight grip on her, holding her firmly in place, and he could feel her naked body shivering spasmodically as her hips ground faster and faster back against his swirling tongue.
Melissa's quivering, naked ass ground harder and faster as she shoved her hips back to meet his tongue's delicious probing; though she fought it with every particle of resistance her reeling brain could muster, she knew she was rapidly losing control.
"Oh, God! It feels so good! Oh, I can't take any more! Please!" she choked, rivulets of perspiration running down her spine and draining down the widespread furrow of her buttocks.
Koan knew he had her right where he wanted her; she was his to do with as he pleased, nothing could stop him now.
With one last electrifying nibble, he released his tormenting grip on her lust-swollen clitoris, and raised his head to look over his helpless captive one more time. Her whole body continued to shiver, her hips grinding in their same, steady rhythm, and a low mournful gasp slipped from her throat.
"Oooooohhh, please. . . don't stop. . ." she moaned unconsciously. "Don't stop now! I was almost there!"
His face smeared with a leering grin, old Koan brought his ominous shaft up into position, poised at the fleshy entrance to her hot, moist passage, the blood-filled knob brushing the pink softness of her hair-lined vaginal flanges just slightly.
Melissa's whirling mind suddenly snapped back to a fleeting jolt of frightening reality, and she realized only too well how close she was to consciously giving herself to this man. "No! Not that. . . I won't let you! I won't!" she screamed.
Heedless of her tortured pleas, Koan buried his thick hardened prick to its hairy base in the wetness of her pussy-tunnel, ramming it to the hilt with one snap of his hips. The soft pink walls rippled aside in waves of delicious ecstasy, as his thick shaft filled her young passage completely, spreading her fleshy vaginal lips wide as he rammed his eager cock deep into her belly.
"Oooooowww!" she moaned, her tender passage on fire as his huge cudgel pierced her painfully, impaling her agonizingly on his heavy spear. "Oh, please. . . Please!"
Her cries were like fuel for the fire that Koan could feel in his own loins, and he slammed his bulky cock into her narrow, constrictive passage again and again.
Then with both hands, he reached around her soft thighs and grabbed her bare legs, lifting her slightly for an even better angle. He heard her gasp for breath as his hard prick drove even deeper into the innocent depths of her young quivering belly! It made him feel almost like a king to know he finally possessed this beautiful young woman he had so long desired. She was his now, undeniably his, and he aimed to give her a fucking she'd never forget!
"Come on, baby, back up on it! Suck it up in there real nice!" he shouted.
His words made the forbidden, lascivious excitement seem even more intense, and she found herself grinding back harder and harder onto his thick impaling shaft, rocking her naked hips from side to side as his cock burrowed deeper and deeper in her defenseless womb.
Every inward thrust brought new ripples of wicked desire coursing through her ravaged body. Her breasts were crushed nearly flat beneath her, but her smooth rounded buttocks still waved high in the air, grinding upward to meet his plundering lunges with slow, delicious movements of her own.
His swollen, throbbing prick felt like a baseball bat shoved up inside her stretched, tender passage, but there was no longer any searing pain, just overwhelming waves of undiluted animal passion that swept over her in a warm surging tide.
Koan reached under her flat, sweat-soaked pelvis, and lifted her higher, slamming his stiff, aching penis deeper and deeper in the forbidden sanctuary of her tight, lust-moistened channel. Ws fleshy spear slipped in and out of her clasping sheath easily, well lubricated with her thermal juices that seeped from her puckered pussy-lips and trickled down her smooth, supple thighs.
He rocked his hips back, pulling his stiff member from her clutching tunnel until only the bulbous tip remained between her taut, stretched pussy-lips. Like a hungry, greedy mouth, her moist fleshy lips held the swelled knob of his cock tightly inside the warm shelter of her moist cuntal passage, reluctantly allowing the glistening shaft of his long, thick penis to slide from their voracious grip. There could be no doubt about it now-she was his, and only seconds away from complete and lascivious abandonment.
"Oh God. . . don't stop! Don't stop! That's it. . . Harder... Harder!... HARDER!! PLEASE, HARDER!"
Koan knew the end was close, and with every ounce of strength left in his body, he pounded violently into her young, eager pussy, gritting his teeth and tightly clenching the muscles of his buttocks in it desperate effort to hold back the seething flood filling his balls so painfully he thought they'd explode.
Just one more deep, grinding thrust. . . one more!
Koan slammed his hairy, sweaty pelvis against her wildly grinding buttocks, burying his throbbing prick right up to the hilt in the wet, juicy furrow of her greedily clasping cunt, and with a loud, gasping cry of relief, felt his hot, surging sperm course along the length of his painful swollen cock and explode in a torrent of hot, sticky liquid far up into her belly, filling her young, hungry hole for the first time in seven long, agonizing months.
Melissa felt her muscles loosen from her toes right up to her head, as the surging throes of her climax ran their devastating course, precious drop of the man's life-giving load as it pumped into her in spurt after spurt of hot, searing ecstasy.
He released his grip on her thighs, dropping on her back, onto the floor, and she fell forward, collapsing in a heap, gasping heap across the tattered cushions. Koan's rapidly deflating prick slipped from her taut, juice-soaked sheath with a trail of sticky white semen that dangled for a moment from the end of his rubbery knob, hanging lifelessly between his bulky, hair-covered thighs, then dripped onto the old wooden floor in a tiny wet puddle.
He reached for his under shorts, and wiped his limp prick clean with them, blotting up the lurid mixture of his own sperm and Melissa's love juices from his dangling, leathery balls and tossing the soiled undergarment aside.
"That's how I find out if a girl can dance or not," he said. "And baby, you can dance!"
Melissa was dazed-hurt and confused-and yet for the first time in her life she had been satisfied by a man. But why, oh why, did it have to be this horrible old man. . . why did it have to be Koan?
"Come on sweetie," he said to her, chucking her under the chin like a dog one has been kind to and now wants to be rid of. "Go on backstage and pick out a costume."
Chapter Four
As Justine sat in the glowing light of the garden with her husband Hussim and their dog Capodistria . . . called Capo for short, she began to stroke the belly of the enormous dog, and as she did so, she was suddenly aware of his huge, bright red penis swelling and poking from its furry sheath.
"Why don't you give poor Capo a hand-job, my darling. . . everyone else in Alexadria has been satisfied by you."
Justine pulled her hand away from Capo's belly. "You said that to hurt me, Hussim . . ." she said softly. "I beg you. . . don't."
Hussim's sarcastic smile suddenly melted away and his dark eyes seemed to grow darker still-and twice as cold. "Since when can't the beautiful Justine take a little joke. . . don't tell me you're a prude, my darling. I have been hearing lately how good you are with the young writer. . . .Let's see what you can do with Capo!" "Don't talk such foolishness, Hussim..." said Justine in a frightened whisper.
Slowly, Hussim stood up and quietly fondled the riding crop he had been carrying, doubling it and dragging it lingeringly across the palm of his left hand. Justine felt her skin break out in a million goose bumps-never had she seen her husband like this. Never had he been jealous of one of her lovers before. . . but her feeling for the young writer was somehow different from the others, and Hussim, who knew her so well, sensed it. And because he had never before in her life threatened her, she knew that this time it was serious. She knew he meant business, knew that he'd use that frightening thing on her if she angered him tonight.
"All right, my, darling. . . if it will give you pleasure." She dropped to her knees and placed her hand gently on the big dog's heaving belly.
"First, get undressed!" he ordered, still fondling the whip. .
"But Hussim... here in the garden. . . the servants. . . ."
"Servants have no eyes, no ears, no mouths. . . Had you been born as rich as I you would know that!"
And realizing her defeat, the magnificently built dark-haired beauty removed her white linen dress in one easy motion. She wore no underwear-ever-and Hussim gazed in appreciation at the magnificent body whose beauty would never be commonplace for him. Her skin was a smooth olive tan and her body was tight as a young girl's, but her breasts were those of a woman. Large and full, the aureoles were almost brown and the nipples stood out proudly like ripe olives. Her waist was tiny and her hips almost as narrow as a man's, but her legs were magnificently long and well shaped, her buttocks tight and hard and high.
"Now," ordered Hussim, "Take care of our dear little pet."
Her hand shaking like a falling leaf, Justine slowly reached down and took the forbidden length of animal prick in her hand. Capo squirmed impatiently under her gentle touch.
"All right, darling. . . now suck it!"
It had never occurred to Justine that she could desire an animal, but now, at Hussim's coaxing, she was not finding it entirely unpleasant. With a growing feeling of anticipation in her stomach, she placed the side of her face on the big animal's warm belly while she fondled his long, fur-encased member with her hand. Slowly, ever so slowly, she stroked it, while Hussim looked on wide-eyed, and suddenly. . . it appeared... the pointed red glistening tip of his long prick oozing out of its protective sheath, slowly moving forward. She took long deep breaths to fight back the nausea.
"Now! Suck it, you whore! Suck it!" Hussim yelled.
Justine held her breath for a moment, then did it. Pushing it all from her mind, the dark-haired beauty opened her sensual red lips and allowed the slender forepart to slide into her moist mouth ... far inside until it touched the back of her throat; then she brought her tongue into action. The taste surprised her; amazingly it was almost sweet and very tangy, even better than some men she'd tasted. The animal responded almost immediately, hunching his rear flanks forward as she sucked and twirled his organ in her mouth. As she moved her hand to his balls, caressing them gently with her fingertips, a long low whine came from his throat, and his left rear leg began to quiver convulsively.
The taste was surprisingly delicate, not like she would have imagined. She hollowed her cheeks slightly as the long, tapered shaft shot into her mouth in a steady, pumping rhythm. She closed her teeth, but not enough to hurt the animal, swirling her tongue around his pink member as the excitement of this incredible thing she was doing began to kindle inside her. For a woman who had tasted almost every pleasure the flesh had to offer, this was a surprisingly wicked delight.
"Suck it, bitch! Suck it good!" Hussim shouted at her, maneuvering his wife's wide spread buttocks back toward him and gaping greedily at the tight puckered little entrance to her brown hairless anus.
Hussim was quickly becoming excited himself by the scene and tore his pants off quickly. His cock jutted forward now as if it had a mind of its Own, and he reached down and pulled the thick foreskin back, then crawled closer to her backside, dragging his thick penis through the moist juices of her pussy to get it well lubricated. Again, he did that, delighting in the visible shiver that raced along her spine as his, cock brushed the sensitive lips of her ever-hungry pussy.
"Put it in!" he barked, gripping her hips tightly like handles. "Hurry up, Stick it in you, you harlot!"
Obediently, her hand came back around her hips and he watched eagerly as she grasped it tightly and forced its swollen tip into the deliciously - tight, constricting ring of her anus. He couldn't hold back a loud gasp as his prick slipped into the taut sheath, the muscular rings clasping it agonizingly tight as his throbbing shaft wormed its way into her asshole. He gave a sharp deliberate lunge and heard her moan as he inched his hardened cock into the warm velvet folds of her tender passage.
Justine felt the sudden urge of his hot, throbbing shaft ramming upward into her tight passage and she had to cry out, but the fantastic, lascivious delight of the animal cock fucking into her ovaled lips was beyond anything she'd imagined. It was beginning to taste even sweeter, and the way it plunged taperedly into her mouth was driving her wild with pure animal lust. Sex was always - exciting for Justine, but the perverted thrill of this incredible experience was almost too much to bear. Hussim was screwing into her puckered anus, something she'd grown accustomed to but never could have enough of, and Capo was thrusting his hard animal cock into her mouth and would soon squirt his own life-giving sperm into her in a seething flood. . . and suddenly she wanted it.. . she wanted it badly!
She thirsted for his animal cum in her mouth. . . rushing down her throat. . . choking her as it spurted in a hot, sticky torrent! Maybe she'd finally crossed some invisible line into total depravity, but that was what she wanted, and she sucked and tongued his glistening pink spear ravenously while Hussim burrowed his stiffened rod into the tender depths of her back passage. She could feel his heavy sperm-laden balls slapping with a loud thump against the sensitive folds of her cunt, and she closed her eyes, savoring every second of this abandoned, wicked ecstasy she had found.
"Aaaggghhh! You're hurting me, Hussim!" She opened her lips around Capo's prick pumping into her mouth enough to speak as her husband rammed his cock into the rubbery, yielding depths of her rectum, shoving the soft, tender flesh aside before it until his loins finally collided roughly with her widespread buttocks, flattening them beneath his weight. Every inch of his long, thick prick was buried in her warm, tightly constricting rectum.
Gasping for a quick breath, Justine was unable to move even a little to ease the agonizing pain as her husband's sadistic cock impaled her helplessly, rammed to the hilt in her anus, her thighs split horribly apart. He was showing her no mercy, and she wouldn't satisfy him by begging for any. She fought back the tears as wave after wave of sharp pain shot upward from her obscenely stretching rectal passage. The torture was incredible! Hussim cursed under his breath with delight, reveling with lewd excitement at the feel of his wife's ass pressing tightly against his hairy pelvis, while he watched Capo's long, crimson prick sliding wet and glistening between her pursed lips, his strong, sinewy flanks jerking spasmodically while she scratched delicately at his furry animal balls with the nails of one hand. Goddamn, he didn't know if he could take it!
He shoved his loins forward into her tightly puckered tunnel and his eyes focused intently on the stiffened rod that disappeared completely in the stretched, brown hole between the jutting fleshy mounds of her buttocks. He grunted with pleasure and drew the hard, blood-filled shaft out slightly, watching with cruel, passion-dazed eyes as the tender pink flanges of tender flesh were pulled out with it; then his cock disappeared once more in the forbidden aperture with his inward thrust that sank his cock again up to the hilt in her rectum. His breathing became faster and suddenly he began rocking rhythmically in and out of her warm clasping channel, deep down into her belly with each and every thrust.
"Oooooohhh . . . ohhhhhhhh . . . aaaaaahhh," Justine moaned around Capo's ever-swelling organ buried in her mouth, as she knelt like a wretched slave before him, committed to his cruel satisfaction. Hussim delighted in watching her lose control like this-it gave him great amusement to watch her grinding back onto his wet, glistening shaft as it cruelly sodomized her again and again. She seemed to be enjoying the vicious thrusts that spread her tender rectum walls so painfully, enjoying this savage ravishment of her asshole. Damn, she was incredible! What an unbelievable slut Justine was! The pain seemed to be gone, for she was sucking the animal's prick with obvious wild-eyed delight, even reaching down between her spread thighs with her free hand and fingering her own clitoris, rubbing it fiercely in an insane effort to bring on her delicious, all-consuming climax.
Christ. . . he'd never in his whole life witnessed anything like this! He gaped with amazement at his vicious white cock disappearing and reappearing as he rammed it all the way into her savagely grinding buttocks with each powerful, sadistic thrust. She was taking everything he could throw to her, and was hungry for more. Not even the tiniest bit of his prick could be seen as he buried it relentlessly into the tightly clasping passage, its blood-swollen head straining far up into her tender, hungrily clutching depths.
On and on she sucked at Capo's pistoning, scarlet prick, her fingers warmly caressing his downy black balls, white her other hand fondled the wet puckered lips of her own wide-spread slit. He felt her buttocks tighten as she squirmed to suck him up even further into her ravenous belly, filling her taut rectum with his stiffened manhood as she came nearer and nearer to her own fulfillment. He couldn't stand anymore, and he began pounding into the hungry furrow furiously, slamming his pelvis against her exposed buttocks so hard he thought he'd split her in half.
Nothing else in the world mattered to Justine except the burning desire ravaging her knotted belly, and where for any other woman there would have been shame and humiliation, there was for the beautiful dark-haired beauty only an uncontrollable hunger for more. . .more! Her ravenous needs grew maddening as Hussim stepped up the pace of his powerful assault on her rearward passage, and her wildly quivering belly and loins screamed desperately for precious relief. She ground back against this impaling shaft like the insatiable bitch she was, all the while sucking and tonguing the sweet, honey-tasting animal prick fucking deliciously into her throat: She could feel the telltale moans of passion slipping from her lungs. She was nearly there!
Capodistria's massive, sinewy body began to quiver convulsively, and suddenly without warming, Justine's mouth was filled with a great undamming of thick warm liquid which gagged her and slithered and oozed down her hungrily gulping throat. Like a starving animal, she sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed, while the huge beast whined with ecstatic delight, and her whole body shivered with pleasurable raptures of unrestrained carnality.
Just as quickly as it came it was allover, and the huge dog's prick began to deflate and withdraw from her eagerly clasping lips, until finally, the animal rolled from beneath her and got to its feet.
"Oh yes, yes! Oh... Oooooohhh..." she moaned pathetically at her panting husband as he pistoned savagely into her wildly stretched rectal passage, streams of sweat running from his body and mingling with her own as they coursed along her thighs and legs. "I ... I'm going to cum! I'm going to... Now! Oh, God, nowwwwwww!"
As his fiercely battering cock worked itself again and again into her rectum, her hips forced themselves back on the painfully impaling shaft, and she groaned incessantly as the pleasure grew greater ... greater ... and then burst in a dizzying whirl of color . . . not the pearly oyster and violet of Alexandria but the brilliant reds and purples of the city life in Paris she had once known many years ago. Never had Hussim brought her such incredible blissfulness... never had she known such total and devouring wantonness.
She was spinning out of control in a frenzied rippling orgasm that filled her whole being. She was gone! Nothing else mattered . . . nothing but those delicious, satisfying chills of pure pleasure coursing through her ravished body.
"Aaaaahhhh. . ." she screamed, as the blessed, fulfilling relief spread over her naked form, her senses dazed to everything around her in the magnificence of this special moment.
Hussim cursed aloud in Arabic, still sawing into her savagely with the last of his stored-up strength, thrusting into her so hard she thought his enormous, throbbing prick would rip all the way through her, and burst out her mouth! She moaned pitifully from the pain, but offered no resistance. She felt his strong pelvis snap convulsively against the flattened mounds of her buttocks and then a great, flooding surge of thick, hot semen burst up into her rectum, filling her trembling belly to the brim, and oozing out a thin, hot rivulet down the inside of her quivering thigh.
She heard him gasp one last satisfied groan of relief and withdraw, his rubbery cock now deflated. Her tightly clasping passage released its grip on his limp organ reluctantly, and he slithered out of her with a wet sucking sound. In its place came a quick, welcome, chilling rush of air in her unplugged hole, then she too fell forward and sprawled exhausted on the ground, her breasts heaving beneath her.
Justine lay very still for what seemed like a long time, then gathered enough strength to climb shakily to her feet, wiping the thin trail of semen from her thighs, retrieving her dress from the ground.
"Well, my darling," she said, an amused smile playing on her lips. . . "are you ready to meet my new lover?"
Chapter Five
In the elegant dining room of the mansion, the long table was covered with a white tablecloth that had been a prized possession of Hussim's grandmother, and which glowed now in the candlelight as if with the almost mystical aura those objects acquire which have been passed through generations and which, in their way, are tokens of immortality.
The old servant, Mustafa, as much a family heirloom as the tablecloth and the handsome gold candelabras that graced either end of the long dining table, served with quiet grace a sumptuous meal of glazed duckling and pilaf to his master and beautiful mistress, and their guest, a Mr. Lawrence Dogerel.
Dogerel was young and blonde and quite innocent in appearance, though he tried to affect a worldly manner as the young and eager often do. Yet his face and hands spoke of sensitivity, and Justine found his blonde good looks an interesting contrast to her husband. Then too, he fancied himself a writer, and had a sensitive nature, which was often heightened rather than concealed by his affected cynicism.
A woman, her husband, her new lover . . . in another place perhaps it would have been a strange situation, but the Alexandrian climate, both its psychic and physical climate, produce a people more tolerant of the desires of the flesh in all its myriad forms, more than perhaps any other place on earth.
For Hussim Mosnani and Justine the currents, which ran beneath the veneer of polite conversation like an underground stream, gave the dinner table the intense and brilliant glow of erotic energy. For though Justine was truly in love with her husband, her attraction for young Lawrence was new and the glances that passed between them, which did not escape Hussim's notice though outwardly innocent, were filled with the burning fires of keen desire.
Hussim watched with a mixture of jealousy and curiosity. Lawrence was not Justine's first affair, and it gave Hussim a feeling of knowledgeable superiority to know it would not be her last. While Lawrence might entertain the vain illusion that Justine was falling in love with, him, Hussim knew well that he would be just one more link in his wife's long chain of lovers. And while the pangs of jealousy touched his heart, a light smile played on his lips. The young writer was a fool, a plaything for Justine, and one day soon he would be tossed aside like a broken Christmas toy for some new plaything that would capture Justine's interest.
"I say," Lawrence was saying, addressing himself out of a desire for politeness, to his host.
"I hear there is a new dancer at the EI Amhat club. . . perhaps it would be amusing to see her show after dinner."
"Oh, Hussim, darling, I think that sounds like a wonderful idea." Justine said.
"It always amazes me, my darling," Hussim said slyly, "how entertaining you find it watching those girls undulating their hips and bobbing their breasts... perhaps you have a sexual side that remains unexplored."
"Perhaps you are right my dear . . . cock is not, I suspect, always indispensable to pleasure.
Lawrence choked on his duckling. An Irishman, having just arrived from England where he had received his education, he was not used to such frankness at the dinner table, as the British prefer to hide their vices behind closed doors. But he had been in Alexandria long enough to know he must take things as they come, recover from surprises, and seize the opportunities which life would place before him. The evening could yet take many surprising turns.
When they had finished dinner, Mustafa served a fine cognac and a thick brew of coffee. The earlier tenseness and competition grew muted with the amber glow of the alcohol, and it was in light spirits that the three of them got into Hussim's sedan and drove through the narrow streets of the city to the EI Amhat.
The atmosphere of the club was thick with tobacco smoke and the exhalations of alcoholic breath, and here and there in the air traces of hashish smoke were perceptible. The club was crowded with men, all gazing at the stage, their eyes bulging and, in some cases beneath the table, their pants bulged as well, as they watched a young girl onstage.
As Justine and Hussim and Lawrence squeezed together at a tiny round table, the music onstage was just beginning to build. Melissa, her face heavily made up, her full ripe breasts encased in a rich brocade held together with thin gold chains, her gently rounded belly exposed above a metal belt was undulating with growing abandon to the music.
Lawrence swallowed hard at the sight of her. Her hips swung faster and faster to the music and her breasts bounced wildly above her navel, the nipples protruding visibly through the material of her costume. Her face wore a frantic expression of impassioned concentration, and as she danced, feeling more and more of the hot eyes of the audience up on her, feeling more and more the heat between her legs, she swung her hips even more intensely to the music, her arms tangling like snakes in the air, then coursing wildly over her breasts, then reaching out into the air as if to bracing each male in the audience.
Hussim too watched her with appreciation. The dance was building to a fever pitch and Melissa danced with greater and greater abandon, her hips undulating ever faster, building . . . building... until the tickle between her legs grew more and more undeniable. The swelling flood of hot juices in her now squirming pussy felt like a dam about to break. The sweat began to rain down her body as if the clouds of her passion were bursting.
Melissa had never realized that to dance could be like this. . . that to dance for all these men was more powerfully erotic than she had ever experienced sex with one man to be. The musicians played faster... faster... behind her, egging her on, leading her closer and closer to the inevitable crescendo of her act. The clink of the metal chains on her body and the clang of her tiny finger cymbals grew quicker and quicker in rhythm. Then the drums, like a wild burst of thunder, reached a fever pitch, and Melissa felt the dammed up passion in her now fevered vagina reach almost to the bursting point. . . her clitoris was erect now, rubbing against the tiny underpants she wore beneath her costume. . . her hips spun round and round, and her clitoris rubbed faster and faster against the cloth until finally the drum beats stopped and the audience grew hushed. . . almost as if they had stopped breathing while Melissa continued her fantastic dance. . . her movements growing more and more abandoned, her hips undulating with greater and greater speed, until finally she let out a shriek that pierced the smoky air of the club like lightning as she felt her orgasm begin. . . God, god, god, god, god, she chanted, never losing a beat in the dance, never ceasing the metallic tapping of her finger cymbals. . . .
And then, shivering with frenzy like a woman possessed, she came, collapsing in the aftermath of her orgasm in a heap on the stage.
The audience applauded wildly, and when she recovered her senses her mind was a disturbing mixture of humiliation and triumph.
She picked herself up from the floor and, taking a quick and girlishly shy bow, she ran off the stage to the sound of applauding hands and stamping feet.
Hussim, took a smal1 slip of paper from his pocket and scribbled a brief message on it, then handed it to the waiter.
She is a new girl, sir," the waiter spoke deferentially to Hussim. "I am not sure. . . ."
"You will make sure she joins us," Hussim told him.
"Yes sir, of course, sir."
Several moments later Melissa shyly appeared at their table. For a moment no one recognized her for she had put on her simple street clothes once again, and had washed the heavy makeup off her face, so that once again she looked almost like an innocent schoolgirl.
"Your act was wonderful, my dear," Hussim told her. "Won't you join us and allow us to buy you a drink."
Melissa was embarrassed and flushed a bright red to her hairline. She wondered if the audience knew what had happened to her onstage or whether they had thought it was simply part of the act. She had to believe they did not know, she thought, or she would never be able to face anyone again.
"Thank you," she said demurely, pushing the memory of her public orgasm from her mind.
"Yes, jolly good!" exclaimed Lawrence. He was somewhat disappointed in her appearance now before them. He had been captivated by her theatrical glamour and found it hard to believe her clean prettiness belonged to the wildly sensual woman they had seen onstage just a few moments earlier.
"Yes, my dear," Justine felt obliged to reassure the girl... "You have a marvelous talent."
"Let's get out of this place," Hussim said suddenly. . . "The smoke and the people, it is all too disgusting . . ." He turned to Melissa. . . "Won't you join us... we will make a little party at our house."
Melissa was thrilled. All of Alexandria knew Hussim, it was a great honor to be invited to his home. "Thank you... I-I'd love to," she answered.
Now there were four in the Mercedes... Melissa in front with Hussim, and Lawrence in the back with Justine... Soon they had returned to the elegant white stone mansion and were seated once again in the study.
"Mustafa," Hussim, clapped his hands... "Bring the pipe. . . ."
Melissa grew uncomfortable. She did not like to smoke hashish. Old Koan had forced her to smoke some before she had danced tonight and she wondered now if that had been the cause of the horrible thing that had happened to her onstage. It was impossible to smoke hashish without feeling that wicked tingle between the legs.
"Oh, no . . . I . . . I don't like to. . . ." "Nonsense," said Justine with a maternal reassurance. . . "You must join us... please feel safe here... there is nothing to be concerned about."
In such elegant company, Melissa did not feel sure enough of herself to assert her feelings.
Perhaps it was cowardly, but she had not the courage to further refuse.
Mustafa lit the pipe for his master and discreetly disappeared. Hussim took a long drag of the bittersweet hashish smoke and passed the pipe to Melissa. She inhaled gently, and the smoke felt very hot curling into her lungs. She held it there a moment then passed it on to Lawrence, who in turn passed it on to Justine. The sweetish, almost cloying odor of the hashish seemed to fill the room as each of the four smoked, and billows of smoke seemed to hang like thin clouds above their heads.
Melissa was already beginning to feel lightheaded, relaxed, easily sensual. She hardly noticed when Hussim placed his hand carelessly on her bare knee, just below the hem of her shabby black skirt. She hardly noticed when he began to knead the smooth satiny flesh tenderly with his fingers.
And when her attention did begin to drift to the hand on her knee it felt warm, so warmly pleasant. For a moment she thought Justine might be feeling jealous about her husband touching another woman, but when she looked up, she could see that Justine and Lawrence were sitting very close together now, talking in soft whispers intimately to each other.
Hussim's hand was stroking Melissa's leg and thigh now, up and down, fingertips almost but not quite touching the soft silken crotchband of her panties. She was aware that her sex juices had once again begun to flow, moistening the thin material between her legs, and that the first stirrings of sexual arousal were beginning to burn slightly in her stomach. . . just like they had when she had danced so incredibly in the club just an hour or so earlier. Why should she be ashamed, she thought, it was such a wonderful feeling.
She began to squirm her buttocks down very gently against the sofa as Hussim's hand teased its way up and down her naked thigh. The faces of the others in the room no longer seemed like strangers to her. . . they seemed soft and warm, like the family she had so long ago. She felt a need to take off her thin strapped sandals and did so, with her left hand, wiggling her naked toes against the softness of the oriental carpet on the floor, squirming her buttocks down on the sofa cushion at the same time.
And then, suddenly, Hussim's fingers reached her moist panties, brushing against the outside of the flimsy material, tracing upward along her flimsily protected cuntal slit. She didn't jump or recoil from his touch, as she had with Koan earlier that day, it felt so nice now to be stroked that way. And, as though in a dream, she opened her legs wider to accept his caress, nuzzling protectively against him. Time, seemed not to exist for Melissa now, nothing seemed to exist except for the great relaxed soft peacefulness that was her body, even her admitted arousal was soft, not at all overpowering. It was as if she could experience such feelings forever and not need the release of her passion, just float along on the tide of pleasantness forever and ever.
Hussim realized the delicate balance upon which the young girl's state of mind rested and was very careful in his movements, afraid to break the spell. It was with great delicacy that he insinuated his finger inside the tight elastic legband of her panties, drawing the material back over the deliciously wet juicy lips of her cunt, with his forefinger, and then stroking the moist furrow with his middle finger, teasing upward along the soft, hair-lined slit to explore the entire lubricated expanse. She was hot, all right. Damned hot! He wormed his middle finger, just the tip, into her vagina and with a soft moan she squirmed her firm young buttocks down against the pillow pleasurably. He took the finger out then and found the erect knob of her clitoris; it seemed to vibrate with delirious passion against his digit and he tickled it with his fingernail, rubbing it back and forth, back and forth. She made a pleased, relaxed sound, wiggling her sensuous buttocks, her cunt seeming to open and close like the mouth of a fish in anticipation as he slowly played with her open clitoris.
For a moment Melissa wondered about Justine. Why wasn't she jealous of her husband's fondling another woman... and why didn't Hussim seem to care that his wife was doting on the young writer... But somehow her mind would not focus on these questions of propriety and morality as she watched the couple on the sofa opposite her.
She saw that Lawrence was, unbuttoning Justine's silk blouse, removing one of her full, firm breasts with their dark brown nipples, and cupping it for a moment, before he took the rigid nipple between his teeth. Melissa turned toward Hussim and he raised his left hand to her bosom, his right still working gently, wonderfully, between her legs, in her strongly excited cunt. Nimbly, he unbuttoned her dress, slid his hand around behind her and unhooked her bra with deft fingers. Then her breast was free and in his hand as he lowered his head, taking her sensitive nipple into his mouth, nibbling on it, kissing it, running his tongue around it.
Oh God, it felt so wonderful she didn't want him to stop! Never had she wanted so much to give herself to a man. But Hussim was so handsome, so elegant, and his touch so delicate as if she were some precious Chinese vase. She gave herself up completely to the sensual arousal which was rapidly overtaking her being, staring across at Lawrence and Justine. The blonde writer had bared both of Justine's magnificent breasts now, and was alternately moving between them taking each nipple in turn into his mouth. And Melissa could not help thinking how attractive, how kind and gentle, Lawrence too seemed. And as she continued to gaze at the couple opposite her, she saw Justine's hand reach out and touch his fly, stroking gently the long thick bulge which showed there.
Hussim took his lips from Melissa's nipple and whispered against her ear, still cupping the white succulent globe in his hand. "You have wonderful breasts, Melissa. So soft and warm, and the nipples are so delicious."
She leaned hard against him, her brain swirling now with a soft, easy motion. She felt so unbelievably wonderful as Hussim played so sensuously down between her open legs. It wasn't wrong that he was touching her and fondling her so intimately, no it wasn't wrong at all . . . it was right. . . so right.
She could feel her juices flowing faster and faster as she heard Hussim's deep rich voice whispering in her ear, telling her to get down onto the rug-down onto her knees. And Melissa found herself obeying his command as if entranced by him. Slowly she sank to her knees on the soft oriental rug, staring at the couple before her as they heatedly stripped themselves of their clothing and entwined themselves in each other's arms.
Time almost seemed to stand still as Melissa gazed at the naked couple before her eyes. She was vaguely aware of Hussim's presence and the intense heat that radiated from his body as he nibbled delicately at her ear at the same time as his hand continued to stroke the moistening outside lips of her pussy.
The dark-haired beauty, Hussim's wife, lay spread-eagled on the sofa before them as the young writer knelt before her widely spread legs. He ran his tongue slowly, teasingly, up and down her slender body, moistly sucking her heaving breasts and raising her nipples to cement hardness, then tracing a hot path down along the writhing flatness of her deeply tanned stomach while she rolled her head back and forth ecstatically.
Lawrence Dogerel dipped lower, scooting his legs back so that his face hung greedily over her nude thighs and pussy, and then he moved downward, his tongue sticking straight out like the beak of a giant predatory hawk, eager to dine on the tender hungry cunt squirming below. Justine writhed beneath his flicking caress, her hand tangling in his thick blonde hair as she pulled his lips to her open vagina like a woman possessed.
They seemed oblivious to Hussim and Melissa, as the blonde woman leaned forward on her knees. Behind her Hussim, who, though lusting after Melissa, was still pained to see his wife so thoroughly enjoying another man, relit the pipe of hashish, then pressed the mouthpiece into Melissa's open lips. She drew deeply and without hesitation now, and the sweet acrid smoke curled up, taking with it any lingering shred of her moral hesitations. Her head lightened and her eyes became lidded as each drag burned her lungs like searing fire. As the heated potion filled her body with full euphoria, she suddenly returned to the carnal scene before her with studied detachment, wickedly enjoying the view.
Justine was so beautiful, she thought as she gazed with intoxicated enrapturement at the enchanting couple. Justine's eyes were like black jewels staring it to space as Lawrence placed himself below her rapidly rising and falling belly, as his hands pressed the smooth skin of her thighs and his thumbs pressed the outer pink flanges of her cunt lips. Justine gasped as he massaged her pubic area with his fingers, letting them crawl through her pubic hair and knead the resilient skin of her abdomen, parting the vaginal slit to expose the gaping hole of her excited young pussy. Melissa leaned forward even further now, straining to catch a glimpse of the dainty bud of the other woman's clitoris which was just visible as it throbbed into hardness above the stretched ring of her cuntal mouth.
Then Lawrence's head dropped again, as his long wet tongue snaked out to tease the palpitating little button of raw nerves, flicking around the top of her blood rich slit. Justine jerked from the electric contact as she clamped her legs like a steel vise around Lawrence's rotating face, her soft inner thighs corded with exertion, her hips slowly swaying in rhythm to his probing, slavering mouth. She was caught in a smoke-filled, lust-perverted fit of sexual madness, and she raised her buttocks off the cushion to feel his sucking lips deeper against her vagina.
Melissa gaped in disbelief as she watched Hussim's wife twisting like a bitch in heat to the depraved licking of her loins, and she drew deeply on the, hashish pipe once more, feeling the forbidden inhalations open her mind like the flowering of some exotic plant bud to the sun.
Her own torso began to writhe involuntarily to the surrender she saw in the room, and she groaned in empathetic abandonment to the nerve-shattering sucking of Lawrence's mouth and lips.
Hussim had moved directly behind the sexually mesmerized young girl, and stretched over her, and she could sense his hot presence and fevered breath upon her as he pressed himself to her back and buttocks. His arms extended around her, unbuttoned the dress again, slid inside to tease her still nude breasts, massaging and cupping in a circular motion to the same tempo as Lawrence Dogerel was keeping on Justine, and Melissa began to squirm, leaning back hard against him. Through the thin material of their clothes, she could feel the burgeoning stiffness of his cock as it swelled into erection, and it pressed through her dress into the crevice of her soft, yielding buttocks, the folds of her thin black shirt grating her tiny, vulnerable anus. Warning spasms of pleasure rippled from her heated loins and up past her belly to the hardening nipples of her kneaded breasts.
The last vestiges of her defense broke into nothingness as the hashish once again seized her mind and Hussim's hand left her breasts and began to fumble with the buttons of her blouse. Slowly, ever so gently, Hussim undid all the buttons until the blouse fell open, her full firm young breasts swaying free with passion, and as Hussim slipped his hand between the fabric and her hot skin once more, a cool rush of air blew by the breasts, causing her to gasp from the sudden iciness on her nipples.
Then his fingers closed again over the resilient mounds, trapping the berries between thumb and forefinger, squeezing each engorged teat until an excruciating sensation made her dizzy from the pleasure. She opened her mouth and an involuntary sigh of ecstasy escaped from her throat and she pushed still harder back against Hussim's barely covered cock, wiggling his hardness deeper into the crack of her contracting ass cheeks.
Melissa still watched wide-eyed as Justine and Lawrence passionately attacked each other.
Lawrence worked his lips up Justine's crawling body, slowly, then quickly, then pausing to flick at an especially sensitive spot, bringing further groans of delight and frustration from Justine's clenched teeth. It was then that Melissa first saw the writer's thick, hardened penis protruding from his crotch.
Melissa sucked in her breath at the sight of his huge magnificent organ. It looked like the shaft of a giant tree, its blood enraged skin like burnt lumber bark against the blonde forest of his pubic bush. Its enormously thick head paused over the slippery, saliva soaked vagina of Justine, and Melissa's impulsive thought was that it was going to immediately into the dark-haired woman who was Hussim's wife, but it did not. Instead, he slowly slid all the way up her body and straddled her breasts, and the pressed balloons of flesh squeezed out from the sides of Lawrence's thighs. The ramrod prick was but a scant few inches from Justine's gasping mouth, its scarlet, rubbery tip oozing fluid with anticipation. The droplets sparkled as they dribbled down the cock and dropped upon Justine's heaving neck. Then Lawrence turned slightly and, reaching behind his buttocks with a quick jerk of one hand, he shoved his middle finger deep up Justine's widespread cunt, skewering her pink rimmed slit upon his palm. She spasmed as he rotated his finger in her, teasing the wet sensitive cavern of her vagina until she panted and groaned like a lost banshee to the lascivious plundering of her loins.
Melissa could see how Justine was trying to squirm from beneath Lawrence's torturous hold, but he clamped her to the cushions with his knees tightly around her arms and shoulders. A lewd sadistic grin lined his mouth as he reached with his other hand and stroked his penis, pulling back the foreskin to let the full, bloated head pop toward Justine's open lips. Melissa leaned forward as though the cock was a life-sustaining meal, the cords of her neck standing out to Melissa's shocked view, and then her tongue darted out and she lapped the thin string of lubricant hungrily.
The muscles of Melissa's own body were as tight as a bowstring as she struggled with sympathy for Justine's predicament. She reacted involuntarily to Hussim's maddening caresses, whimpering as he raised one arm, then the other, to remove the skirt, drawing it back over her buttocks until it lay pooled around her bare feet. His fingers moved down her spine then, around to her smooth flat belly, up to her breasts again, and then to the elastic band of her white bikini panties. Hussim toyed with the nylon underwear for a moment, teasing the vee of her crotch and the secretion band around her pubic area. The hands curled under the wispy material and plunged downward toward her pubic triangle, fondling the moist, wet slit of her vulva, scraping with one nail the tantalizing protuberance of her clitoris, sending it springing upright for more. Melissa groaned and quivered as the tight elastic opening of her cunt sent stabs of sensual frenzy enervating throughout her body. The enormous monstrosity of his manhood was pressed like glue to the passion perspired crevice of her ass as though it had a life of its own, and she ground against it, imprisoned licentiously between it and the teasing fingers which were worming around deep in her clasping pussy.
Hussim began a gentle rocking thrust to which she responded in time, while Justine finally jerked forward enough to make full contact with Lawrence's turgid cock-head. Melissa contracted her throat, for she was certain that as Justine tightened her lips like a rubber band around Lawrence's cock, she would choke and gag on the monstrous stump buried between her cheeks, but Justine did not, sucking it voraciously, as though she had waited all her life for this magnificent moment.
Lawrence Dogerel, his eyes aglitter, and his mouth wide with beautiful agony, raised himself over the suckling female, and began to pump his cock cruelly into her mouth like a cow offering her udder to a calf. He held Justine's hair and his expression was one of horrid, ecstatic delight, which Melissa had never dreamed to be possible. Justine, her lips puckering elastically with all their might, gnawed and nibbled obscenely, and the raw sight made Melissa lick her own lips, as her tongue circled nervously and her aroused pussy drenched Hussim's hand with its sticky secretions.
Hussim had seen Lawrence's thick penis fuck deeper into his wife's mouth, and his own throbbing instrument slithered inside his pants, bursting for release. It was as exciting to him as it was to her, and he leaned forward and whispered in Melissa's ear: "I've got to fuck you. . . now."
"Oh no! Oh please no, not here, not now!" she moaned between clenched teeth, but she was totally unable to stop her body's reaction against his teasing machinations. Her buttocks continued to rock back and forth as the lewd words he had spoken filtered through her drug-hazed brain and excited her more than ever.
"I'm going to fuck you and we'll watch at the same time!"
She whimpered with abject surrender, her muscles like so much putty as he pushed her forward, and she shuddered as Hussim drew her panties down over the smooth, white cheeks of her ass to hang uselessly down around her thighs. And suddenly she blushed with shame, for her whole rear end was naked and exposed to the lascivious gaze of this wanton man, a lewd invitation to whatever debauched game he wished to play on her. A final, dim thought of her own morality, of the dead father she was betraying, flickered unevenly into her fogged brain, and then she heard the sharp, metallic rasp of Hussim's fly as he pulled down his zipper.
" Aaahhhhhhh," Hussim sighed. "That's better!" His long, lust-hardened cock burst from the confines of his pants into welcomed freedom, waving in the night like some medieval battle standard. He dropped to his knees, not wishing to give Melissa the chance to reconsider, and he rubbed his face into her buttocks, screwing his slender nose between the cheeks to touch the tantalizing nakedness of her ass. His tongue snaked out and licked moistly the entire length of her sweat-dampened loins, then upwards to flick around the tiny puckered sphincter muscle of her anus.
"Oooooohhhhhh," Melissa breathed as the strange unknown lappings tickled her nude flesh, teasing her asshole like some nether-world demon. She jerked back upon the wet, sensuous probe, revolving her buttocks in tiny circles so as to completely sink in the lubricious rape of her loins. It was wicked, deliciously evil, like nothing else she had ever known. She relished the lewd tingling of Hussim's tongue convoluting around her bowels until she thought her whole body was going to explode in a thousand fiery fragments.
Hussim chuckled obscenely and stopped. Melissa clenched the muscles of her buttocks with a sudden fear of what was to happen next, and then she sensed Hussim's rising and standing over her, his elongated penis quivering along the tiny bone ridge of her coccyx, its head just touching her quivering flesh. Then he dipped lightly and the monstrous member pressed into the soft, yielding crevice of her buttocks where seconds ago his tongue had played so deliriously. It nestled in her anus, and she realized what it - what Hussim wanted of her.
"No. . . not that... don't put it in there Hussim," she pleaded. "It's too big! You'll tear me open!"
He did not hear her cries. Instead he dug his hands into her exposed thighs and gripped her harshly, his fingers clawing her soft white flesh. "Reach behind you and put it in," he snapped.
"Put it in that sweet little asshole of yours!" "Oh, no," she gasped. "I just can't!"
"Put it in, I say!" he commanded again, and he squeezed the globes of her buttocks until she groaned from the pain. In desperation she reached behind her as he had directed and closed her fingers around his rock-hard cock, feeling it throbbing in lewd anticipation.
"That's it! That's it! Now in your asshole!"
Melissa trembled from the man's vile words. The huge, lusting bulbous head of his cock began to slowly, tantalizingly work its insidious way between the puckered ring of her rectum, and as much as the first tiny exploratory thrust hurt, she still managed to hold his bludgeon still at the defenseless door of her backside, gritting her teeth from the pain she realized would be forthcoming.
Oh God, it's going to hurt! When he shoves his gigantic penis to the hilt up my ass, it's going to hurt terribly. But I don't care! Oh God, I want him to! I want him to tear the last orifice of my virginity from me! Make me that complete slut that I know I truly am! "Oh yes," she screamed at Hussim. "Fuck me! Fuck me there, darling!"
And then she gasped, her thoughts shut off as a violent ripple of pain shot through her, for Hussim, lust maddened by her sudden and complete surrender to his desire, pounded forward, worming his hardened cock deep into the waiting rubbery depths of her resisting anus, burying it to the base of his testicles in one bold stroke. He clutched her buttocks harder, and still jerked deeper into the forbidden treasures of her backside. He could feel the tip of his cock hit her bowels, and he began heaving with long sawing motions, the smooth rubbery walls of Melissa's lewdly exploited anal passage expanding before the alien invasion.
"Aaaaaaaggggghhhhhhh!" Melissa growled. "Oh, Hussim, oh God! Have Mercy! It hurts! It hurts terribly!"
"Relax. . . It'll start feeling better in just a little bit."
Numbly, Melissa tried to obey, but she felt as if she were on fire inside. The great penis penetrated her like a giant drilling rig, tunneling deep into unknown, rock-hard flesh. She struggled and swung her buttocks in a vain attempt to find a more comfortable position, but she was a hopeless prisoner, stuck on the lust-hardened cock like a butterfly on a pin. Her widely stretched anal walls cringed with the unaccustomed size of the instrument that seemed imbedded to her belly, and she moaned, her mouth opening and closing to the sensational torture.
She could see Justine's soft lips clasping hungrily on the turgid, blood-hardened cock surging into her mouth. The thin, ribbed line of her lips clung to it as though it were held there by some magic clamp, and Lawrence grinned lewdly above her as he fucked her mouth like another vagina. Justine's lust contorted features swirled around his pistoning shaft, sucking and licking as though she were devouring a lollypop, and somehow she had freed both hands from her sides and was masturbating his cock at the base, entwining her fingers around the balls and pubic hair and beating a tattoo of orgiastic rhythm as she demonically sucked him to orgasm. Melissa could see white, hot seminal fluid dripping from the corners of her mouth, and dribbling in tiny rivulets down her hollowed cheeks, a transparent sign of the extent of Justine's revelation in Lawrence's total subjugation of her open mouth.
Behind her, Hussim gasped and panted with delight and began to rock rhythmically in and out of the agonized anal confines. His prediction started to come true, for as her rectum accustomed itself to the gigantic pole of hardened flesh it housed, she was overwhelmed with a sudden burst of desire. She realized that it felt good, being fucked back there. . . that sodomy was one perversion that she wanted more of and her head flailed from side to side as she buffeted harder and harder against Hussim's hot, throbbing penis. His bloated testicles slapped resoundingly against the passion drenched lips of her vagina below, and again she looked dazedly at the depraved sucking of Lawrence's cock by Hussim's wife. Coupled with the new thrill of her own ravishment, the sight sent further familiar thrills of wickedness coursing through her body, and she undulated her buttocks faster and faster, lasciviously rotating in time to the thundering penis.
Stooped over her animal positioned body, Hussim gritted his teeth and fucked in and out with long, hard lunges that seemed to receive their momentum from the very balls of his feet. A feeling of exhilarating power rippled through his limbs as he gripped her hips stilt harder, forcing h3r into utter total abandonment to the mighty battering ram, which hammered relentlessly within her. He could feel the fleshy ridges of her rectal passage rub and give way before his cock, and he pressed even further, causing a groan of agony from Melissa's tortured throat as she struggled helplessly beneath his mastery of her vulnerable mind and body.
He stretched the quivering moons of her ass wide with his fingers and looked down with a satisfied leer, entranced by the pink folds of wet, glistening flesh clinging tightly to his rampant tool. He levered forward suddenly and stuck his sensitive, engorged head another half inch, the resistance in her ass so great as to make Melissa squeal like a stuck pig. He knew that she had never been fucked this way before and he routed his prick head inside her, enlarging the anus and feeling the squeezing clasp of her tightly resisting back passage grip his rigidity better than any cunt he'd ever had. His balls filled and filled again with overflowing loads of hot, stewing cum juice, almost ready to squirt like a giant erupting enema inside her.
Melissa's eyes became glazed with the lost fog of passion. She tried to spread her buttocks wider, moving her feet as best she could, stretching the flimsy panties still clinging to her thighs apart with difficulty. The obscene coolness of Hussim's zipper pressed tightly to her inner thighs and the shrubbery of black pubic hair at the base of his cock brushed tantalizingly against the soft flesh of her ass. She dropped to her elbows, lifting her buttocks higher to his driving prick, and her breasts squashed flat against the rough surface of the carpet. Hussim's tunneling instrument grazed against the walls of her intestines, its spongy head probing deeper and deeper where no man had ever fucked her before.
In her euphoric state of sexual saturation, Melissa had completely lost her feelings of humiliation at being treated like a whore, prostrating herself on her knees before the majesty of Hussim's scepter like cock as he screwed her in the asshole, venting his lust upon her naked bowels. Her ruined panties hung tattered around her legs like a scarred battle flag lowered to surrender, and all that mattered to her was the sodomistic obscenities which coursed through her like fire out of control. She wanted Hussiin's cock inside her, wanted to be subjected to the lewd demands placed on her pleasure-sated flesh.
Justine was still before her eyes sucking at Lawrence's expanding penis like a wild woman. She scratched her fingernails lightly over his testicles and reached up and probed briefly, the brown, ribbed vale of his anus, then retraced her path along his quivering inner thighs. She continued to suck Lawrence in rhythmic convolutions, swirling her tongue maddeningly over his blood infested head, nuzzling the long underside with her lips as he plunged and stroked like a demon gone wild into her lewdly ovalled mouth.
It was obvious how Lawrence enjoyed the ministrations she was lavishing on his bloated member. He ogled with sadistic interest as she sucked him, the soft pink skin of her lips puckering outward and then back in as she pumped the length of his penis. The sight seemed to increase his arousal and his loins tensed and jerked downwards over her face, his fleshy expanse disappearing with his hard thrust so that a bare thin band of cock showed glistening with saliva between her lips.
Her tongue worked around his rod with nerve-shattering lust, like a thing gone wild, and Melissa could see Justine's cheeks boil with the hungry convulsions of tongue and penis. Justine was completely gone, her concentration as full and intense as a hungry child sucking on its mother's breast. Her breasts heaved and danced around her chest, adding to the sensual image Melissa viewed.
Melissa could hear Lawrence saying, "Suck it! Suck it!" over and over like a broken record, Justine slaved below, her body glistening from the effort in postules of lust-sweat, and Lawrence groaned and shoved down upon her face, his tongue licking his lips in anticipation of the final maddening release he knew to be soon coming.
Dimly Melissa realized that he was going to cum in Justine's mouth, and, when he did, she would surely struggle. His hot surging sperm would hopelessly overwhelm her throat and stomach and she would be flooded by the torrent, He'd kill Justine. Melissa was sure of it, and she watched horrified as Lawrence jerked back, releasing his penis from the warm folds of Justine's lips, and he held the quivering erectile, its angry red glans a scant two inches from the still hungry, still yearning mouth. Then, as if the gates of a giant dam itself had opened, a spewing, pummeling flow of hot, white semen jetted forth from its tip, a small river of warm milk which arched like a rainbow and shot straight into the waiting cauldron of Justine's cheeks. The thick, bursting squirts streamed continuously, filling her mouth to the brim, and she swallowed voraciously, attempting not to lose one precious drop. The hot, virile fluid slid down her gulping throat, her Adam's apple bobbing madly and the penis kept ejaculating into her face. Some of the cum missed and rolled around her lips and dribbled down her cheeks and against the cushions, and more flowed under her nose, into her dilated nostrils, but she took no notice. Melissa groaned at the obscene sight of Hussim's wife inflicting herself with the humiliation of swallowing Lawrence's gushing sperm, as his cock continued its monumental outburst of strings of seminal fluid which connected his penis with her face like a giant spider web.
As Melissa watched, Justine desperately lifted her head off the cushions to take Lawrence's rapidly deflating penis between her lips, and then Melissa felt Hussim's hands leave her lips as he arched his back in a wild animalistic cry of lust and then he crushed forward, the weight of his leaden cock ramming itself to its hilt. She gave a sharp howl of pain, her legs flung wide to alleviate some of the hurt, her toes digging fruitlessly into the patio. Then she tightened her buttocks together in a desperate, but useless attempt to keep his pounding cock from tormenting her deeper.
"Come on," he hissed, "Back more, shove back more!"
"I can't Hussim. Oh, it's too much!" Tears of agony strained her face, washing the carefully applied makeup down her cheeks. Yet her whole body yearned for fulfillment, and she twitched and wiggled and groaned with abandonment, welcoming the delicious torture his passion-hardened rod was giving. He sank into her again, and her face contorted with cries of ecstasy.
"Asssssrrrrgggghhhhh!" she groaned, and Hussim took the swelling, writhing cheeks of her buttocks again and pulled her tightly back to him. She raised them at the same time so that the smooth, now wet folds of her rectum held him tightly until she could feel every parcel of his rigid column. She moaned incoherently and capitulated to the wonderfulness of madness she'd never believed possible. The lure of the flesh was a drug upon her mind, as much a drug as the hashish she'd smoked. Her fogged brain reeled pagan debauchery and she screwed her ass tightly back against his driving pelvis and his balls pressed hard against the wet, wide-stretched perforation of her vulva, and his soft, hair-covered skin prodded teasingly against her tiny, wounded anus, sending shivers of lewd enchantment surging through her raging nerve ends.
There was nothing left in this world. . . no tomorrow, no yesterday, no struggle,. no poverty. . . nothing except the deep, dark hole of her lust and the flesh of Hussim's instrument, and the smack of his belly flattening her ass cheeks with each powerful lunge of his hips.
"Ooooooooohhhhh, yes. . . yes. . . yes!" she mewled. "Harder! Harder! Harder! Fuck me harder in the asshole! Give it to meeeee!" she begged, uncontrollably, gasping at her approaching orgasm. She was no longer human as she twisted and contorted beneath her wildly bucking_rider, her legs splayed wide apart, her ass blush-red from the naked intrusion upon it. She was white-hot, her head and long blonde hair tossing wildly, her mouth open with abandon. Her legs quivered as she spiraled her ravenously hungry anus back up against Hussim's slippery, plunging shaft. Tiny devils danced relentlessly through her blood, probing her tissues and marrow with the fiery tips of their three-pronged forks, and her rectum seethed for release. She was seconds away from cumming, and the sweat poured from her pores and into the hollowing of her back as she strove wildly for her conclusion and then it happened!
Hussim clamped his mouth shut and gritted an oath through his firm jaws. His hot sperm gurgled like the backing up of a great reservoir of hot seething lava, and then jetted inside her belly in vast, gushing torrents. His cock jerked and bolted like a crazed stallion, oozing and pumping and shooting the orgiastic liquid in seeming bucketfulls from his vengefully emptying balls into her warm, moist anus. She gripped her buttocks together so that the tight elastic ring which encircled Hussim's throbbing penis would hold the depleting seminal fluid.
Finally, the pouring turned into a thin trickle, and she suddenly became aware through her own passion, that his climax had passed, and his penis began to deflate as he groaned out his contentment from the release.
"Noooooooo!" she wailed. "Nooooo, darling, don't stop! Don't pull out! I want to cummmmmmm!" she sobbed, frustration making her beg and pound her feet on the rug. She squeezed her buttocks harder against his softening penis, her cum but an infinitesimal second away, and she cried out to Hussim to shove, to pump, to use his rapidly deflating cock for one last lunge.
Hussim needed no inducement. His heavy body dropped down on her ravaged form like a sack of cement, smashing her fully to the floor, his still half-hard cock pushing the now widely stretched and unresisting rectum before it in rippling waves of cruel passion.
It was all that was needed for Melissa. She yelled from his brutal impalement and surprise action, but as her greedy flesh clasped around the cudgel hungrily; his balls smacking her hair-covered cunt, she groaned with relief at the filling of her ass, and she groveled pitifully as the expanding cock again dug into her like a jackhammer. .
"I comming . . . I comming Comimiimimimiiiiimmminggggggg!" Her hands reached behind and stretched the moons of her buttocks wide, skewering her ass up against Hussin's cock in a fanatical frenzy, wanting him deeper and deeper in her wide-splayed hole. His come dribbled down the split and mingled with her shooting vaginal juices and drooled over his swinging balls as they rubbed against her crotch. Bright flashes filled the room as Melissa continued to grunt out her climax, her orgasm releasing more fluids which rivered their way down to flow with the rest of the wetness. She bounced her ass cheeks and threw her head from side to side, and then she fell flat, spent and almost comatose. She never felt Hussim's cock slip from her rectum, all wilted and brown, nor saw the lewd, satiated grin on his face.
Chapter Six
Lawrence offered, out of decency if not real attraction, to drive Melissa home. And as they sat silently side by side in Lawrence's old sports car, he became gradually aware of the great inner turmoil the young girl was suffering. He turned to look at her, her face illuminated, like the painting of a saint, by the moonlight. She looked incredibly lovely, so frail, so helpless. . . and he realized that she was very, very pretty. . . no, beautiful. And suddenly, he was taken with the desire to make her feel better, to ease whatever pains she was suffering.
"Melissa," he said to her softly. "Why do you look so sad?"
She put a smile on her face, so brave in its falseness. "Oh, it's nothing... I-I'm fine... fine . . ." her voice trailed off, as if she were choking back tears.
And suddenly Lawrence saw her in all her innocence. He had been blinded to it having first seen her in the gaudy makeup and costume of the belly dance club.
"You're not accustomed to such behavior as we all indulged in tonight."
Melissa blushed, and Lawrence realized that though she was too embarrassed to answer his question, he had hit upon the truth. That was why it had been so off putting to see her without makeup, to realize that the powerfully sexual woman was really no more sophisticated than a schoolgirl.
"How is it then that such a lovely young girl is dancing for old Koan at the EI Amhat?"
Melissa was touched by the young man's concern ... it had been so long really since anyone had talked to her as if they really cared what she felt. Then she thought of how he had looked with his huge cock in Justine's mouth just moments earlier, and wondered if she could trust him. For a moment she doubted her instinct to do so, but then she remembered how she must have looked to him onstage at the EI Amhat, and later, like an animal on all fours with Hussim. If he was able to see through all that with her now, perhaps she should look more carefully at him.
She turned to Lawrence and looked steadily into his clear blue eyes and she felt suddenly a trust and a warmth that were totally new to her experience. She began to cry, smiling through the tears at having found a friend, and began to tell Lawrence about her life and struggles.
By the time they had reached the old tenement where she rented a room, both felt a new bond between them as strong as anything either had ever experienced before.
"Goodnight," he said, kissing her gently on the forehead.
She squeezed his hand like an innocent schoolgirl. "Goodnight."
A knock at the door aroused Melissa from her sleep the following morning and, getting out of bed and grabbing her robe, she opened the door to see Mustafa, the servant, standing before her.
He handed her a note, which she opened quickly. It was from Justine. .
"My dearest Melissa. . . I was so charmed by your company last night, but had the strangest feeling you left here unhappy. When I awoke this morning I knew what I must do for you. Please come at once with Mustafa, and I will read the Tarot cards for you. I am sure they hold good news."
Mustafa smiled. "I shall wait downstairs for you, Miss. Please do not hurry on my account."
Mustafa led Melissa to Justine's room, where the beautiful dark-haired woman, wearing a pink satin robe, was seated in a chaise lounge. Her huge German Shepherd, Capodistria, was curled up on the floor beside her. Next to the chaise was a small carved wooden table, and a chair. On the table was a small black box, nothing else.
They greeted each other warmly, and after a short while, Justine reached out and opened the wooden box on the table, removing from it a deck of cards, somewhat larger than a normal deck of playing cards, an intricate blue pattern on their backs.
"Please hold them in your hands," Justine instructed Melissa, "and when you are so moved you may begin to mix them!"
Melissa followed her instructions, curious as to this strange ritual of the Tarot deck, wondering what Justine might be able to tell her about her future. When, she had finished mixing the cards, Justine took them and with her left hand, separated them into three piles, instructing Melissa to choose one. Melissa chose the first, and Justine laid down the first card.
It was the five of pentacles, two poor looking people passing an illuminated window. Justine explained to Melissa that she had not yet found her place in the world. . . she was on the outside looking in at others lives.
Across this card she placed the King of Rods. "Until you let go of the memory of your father," Justine told her, "there will be no place in your life for any other man."
Melissa was listening intently now, almost spellbound as Justine read the strange images of the Tarot deck. Around these two cards, Justine now placed four more. . . The Six of Cups, a picture of children at play in a garden. . . "You must emerge now from your childhood," said Justine. The Four of Swords. A picture of a man lying as if long asleep. "Soon you will awake to life," Justine told her. "The Fool. . . This is the beginning of everything for you... your innocence is your greatest asset and your greatest danger." The King of Swords. "A young man with fair hair and a fine intelligence will soon become important to you."
At this moment a glance passed between the two women, both acknowledging with their eyes, the image of Lawrence that appeared in both their minds.
Four more cards were laid.
A heart pierced with three swords. . . "You are aware now of the heartbreak you suffer . . . the hurt you have received at the hands of men. . . but this will not last."
At the sight of the next card, Justine let out a small gasp. "How strange," she commented, a curious smile playing on her lips. "This card is called Strength, and shows a woman wrestling with a beast... Well, we shall soon see the meaning of that." And Melissa was struck with the way she suddenly patted Capodistria on the head.
Justine paused. "This is the last card. It will tell you how your hopes will be answered." The card was the Ten of Pentacies - a picture of a man with his arm around a woman, and a small child beside them. They were gazing through a gate at a castle. "The happiness of a husband and family will surely be yours Melissa."
All during the reading, Justine continued to proffer the little green hashish pipe until Melissa's head was swimming delightfully with the optimism of the Tarot reading, with the fumes of hashish, and the oddly attractive perfume Justine wore which wafted to her nostrils each time the dark-haired beauty leaned toward her.
Then, somehow, it didn't seem strange at all when Justine got to her feet and drew the younger girl into her arms, pressing her cheek against her breasts and caressing her soft blonde hair.
"Your life will grow fuller and more beautiful then anything you have ever known," Justine assured her, as she pressed her cheek against her breasts and caressed her head.
It was a welcomed state of feeling that immediately drifted over Melissa at Justine's soothing words, even as her belly quivered and tiny, latent fermentations of desire came alive within her at the perfumed feel of the dark haired beauty's full soft breasts beneath her cheek. Melissa put her arms around her waist and clung to her as she had not clung to a woman since her own mother had died. And suddenly Melissa, feeling cared for the first time in so long, began to cry, as if she could no longer control her pent-up emotions and Justine lay down beside her, cuddling Melissa protectively to her as she continued to stroke her silken, gold-hued hair.
The strange, never-before galvanic feelings that had abruptly burst, into being within Melissa's person at the mere touch of this intoxicating beauty was more than she could fathom. . . yet, there was no doubt in her mind that the mere sight and touch of this alluring creature-Hussim's wife-was spurring- her toward unbelievable experimentation.
And then she heard Justine's soft voice whispering . . . "Let me undress you, darling." And slowly Melissa felt the other woman unbuttoning her blouse.
A brief sensation of repugnance flittered through Melissa, but she wouldn't let it dwell there. Something wickedly fascinating... strangely forbidden and sensuously beautiful was about to happen and she wanted it... needed it, just as the bewitching woman beside her needed it . . .
Melissa could hardly believe it was taking place, yet she could not deny the odd feeling that was tormenting her belly. The intimate touch of another woman had never really been her desire, and presently it was both exciting and revolting to her, the combined effects of the two powerful emotions causing her to wonder at her own license in the situation. Yet it seemed only her mind said no, while her body wanted it so much. . . so very much.
She couldn't help the little whimpering noises that escaped her lips as she lifted her body with helpful movements while Justine undressed her with trembling hands. In seconds, she was naked and the breathtaking dark-haired beauty was standing as she removed her own clothes.
Justine lowered herself naked onto the bed as Melissa slowly raised her face so that her blue eyes looked upward, then she whimpered again as she pressed her smaller, delectable body toward Justine until they made contact and her lithe suppleness Seemed to flow into Justine's quivering soft contours, while her hand clasped with open palm at the other woman's back, and her other hand opened slowly to cup with gentle fingers Justine's full, firm breasts.
Justine gasped at the initial contact, overwhelmed with the stimulation the soft, small hand had caused her, and she felt herself automatically maneuvering Melissa's naked loveliness tightly to her, while she pressed her own curvaceous form against her. She bent her head downward while Melissa raised hers, both of them straining until their lips met, gently at first, each feeling the full, warm delineated imprint of the other, and then more furiously.
Both were now fully relaxed under the pressure of contact, their bodies following it up, beginning to undulate and rub briskly against one another, their loins endeavoring to meet as were their lips.
"O . . . oh God... Justine..." Melissa breathed warmly into the raven-haired beauty's face. "I. . . I don't know what. . . what's come over me... but... but you're so... so beautiful. . ."
"Shhhh, don't speak, my darling," Justine whispered completely swept up in the erotic salaciousness of their act, forcing her small pink tongue into the offered receptive mouth before her, while at the same time her hands began to caress the other's full ripe breasts and traverse exploringly down her ribs to the swell of her hips, there to gently cup and massage Melissa's firm, warm-fleshed buttocks.
Melissa moaned, behind closed eyes, once more feeling Justine's long slender fingers returning to catch at her nipple, rolling and squeezing it in a tender, understanding way that only a woman could know. She sensed her whole being quiver at the lewd forbiddingness of their performance, she was suddenly alive with a growing lust and she couldn't had she wanted to, resist the other's licentious advances. Justine's excited fingers crept over her like spiders as they gently rolled her onto her back, her head upon the pillow. Melissa nervously moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue as she felt Justine's soft mouth engulf the nipple of her left breast, all of the reddish-tinted areola and the hardened cherry like nipple with a swift flicking tongue that sent urgent, taunting messages radiating outward along the nerve ends of her flesh to her brain.
Slowly, Justine slithered down her satiny, vibrant body until their faces were level with each other, and her thigh crept along Melissa's entwining around it, her soft dark fleece of hair brushing warmly against that of the younger girl. Again her lips found Melissa's with an agile, pliant, soft, sweet possession and her tongue fluttered into her mouth.
Even though there was still mixed emotions of momentary shame and repugnance inside her at the thought of their licentious doings, Melissa could not help but give herself over completely to the experience. Her tiny tongue slipped up into Justine's mouth and the dark woman sucked at it hungrily while Melissa's hand trailed over her passion-filled body with fascinating touches, running over her breasts, her sides and back, their bodies finally locking together once more as the caressing hand reached her soft, yielding buttocks and pulled them apart to stroke excitingly at her tiny puckered anus with delicate, knowing fingers.
Then, Justine raised above the other woman, taking Melissa's right breast in her hand, her fingers teasing the palpitating, distended nipple.
She let her desire ruled eyes rove over the younger girl's lithe, supple nakedness in delight. Melissa was watching Justine now, watching as Hussim's wife suddenly began to slide away. . . down. . . down her trembling, passion incited body.
Slowly, Melissa raised her head to watch in captivation as Justine suddenly nestled her face in to the hollow of her spread thighs. Immediately, she was overcome with wild, erotic sensations that danced and rippled through her loins and belly was she felt soft kisses along the hot flesh of her inner thighs, felt the warm puffs of breath, and then the magic, wet contact of Justine's tongue licking the soft, hair-lined lift of her vaginal slit as if experimentally . . . simply licking in long grazing strokes that grew more and more bold . . . from the bottom to the top, not entering, but causing her to raise her naked loins with each tantalizing up-lick of tongue against her sensitive labia.
Melissa sensed her clitoris quivering into hardness and knew that it was peeking out from its hooded little canopy, enjoying the first stab of ecstatic bliss as the tiny pink tongue grazed it. She expelled her breath with a hissing sound, rolling her head back and forth on the pillow, while Justine, growing bolder still, easing her tongue inside the rapidly moistening split to draw it upward from its virginal mouth... upward, upward toward the tingling bud of her clitoris.
Melissa's throat began to work insanely. She held her breath then exhaled sharply at the delicious contact. . . and suddenly, there came new delights.
Justine, whose own soft, tan loins were alive with little tongue of ever-increasing carnal flames at the uncontrollable desires racing through her, hungrily pressed her lips closer, separating the soft, fleshy, hair-covered flanges of Melissa's tight vaginal slit, reaching up simultaneously with both hands to caress the large and firmly erect breasts, while her mouth became ravenous in its new delight, open and hot, nothing but tongue invading the seething, moist cunt before it, nothing but tongue lashing at the erect clitoris, tongue everywhere in the younger girl's throbbing pussy, damp with the lubricating juices mixed with her own saliva. . . lizard like in the rapidly dilating vagina, and always returning to the sensitive, tingling clitoris.
Melissa moaned passionately while ripples of lust-incited enchantment convulsed her smooth, sensuously flesh. She began to gasp explosively and drew back her legs, thrusting her open cunt upward lewdly to bring the magic tongue tighter into the quivering, unfulfilled center of her body.
Justine was gasping, sucking air in short surges, never breaking the fervent, swirling contact of her eager mouth, tongue and lips. Even her nose was now buried, immersed in the moist pink velvety flesh of Melissa's seething cunt.
"Oh. . . oooohhhhhh... dear God... it's beautiful. Darling!" Melissa choked, near overwhelmed with the rapture of her dark-haired lover was bringing her. "Oh. . . don't stop. . . don't ever stop! Oh God. . . I'm going out of my mind with the beauty of it!"
Justine sucked still more fervently on her clitoris and nipped at it with her gleaming white teeth, sending almost violent spasms of ecstasy spiraling through her. It was near maddening. . . erotically maddening... And then her tongue was sliding smoothly in and out of her vagina, moistly rotating at its elastic mouth, slipping deeply inside her small cuntal opening again and Melissa knew her channel was moistly warm and receptive before the other woman's lovemaking.
Abruptly she felt her hips being raised by strong slender hands cupping the rounded moons of her buttocks, and she held her knees tight to her aching breasts as she felt the enchanting tongue trail downward through the smooth crevice of her ass to her anus, licking, then its tip pressing firmly into the small puckered hole, penetrating only a fraction of an inch, though she tried to help by relaxing to the fullest degree. Once more, the tongue returned to her cunt, curling up into her, then flickering higher to her clitoris as the pressure mounted in her loins.
Justine slowly raised her head and smiled while Melissa jerkily lowered her legs.
"My darling..." Justine purred, "Come down here and kiss me."
Melissa raised herself upright as Justine got to her knees, still between her legs. Melissa wrapped her arms hungrily around this beautiful girl's neck and planted her lips on the glutinous mouth, tasting the poignant flavor of her own self there. The reaction to her senses set off wild, lustful sensations charging through her.
Justine took her inside her arms and held her, then pressed the younger girl's cheek against the soft resilient flesh of her own breast. She ran one free hand down over Melissa's soft belly and down further through the silken blonde pubic hair of her fleshy little mound to the split of her pussy, drawing a finger up between its moistly quivering lips.
Melissa whimpered and tried to move closer.
Justine cupped her own breast and pressed the nipple into Melissa's mouth, and she began to suck hungrily as her own small hand came up to caress and hold the full, heavy breast lovingly.
"You are so beautiful," Justine whispered throatily. "So very beautiful . . ."
Melissa was silent, answering only with the desire in her eyes, and Justine watched in mounting lust as the ravishing blonde sucked and nibbled at her breast. She watched until she couldn't stand it any longer, and then she pressed the girl back down on the bed and straddled her, moving up and over her, until her full, rounded buttocks flattened the young girl's breasts in to her chest.
Melissa gazed up at her, unfrightened, knowing suddenly what was to come and expressing no distaste or fear. Justine raised up until her slightly open cunt was hovering directly over Melissa's mouth... and Melissa licked out obediently with her small tongue, the enticing coral slit with its infringing dark hair like a magnet to her as she laved her lingual member through the velvety length of it. She reached up with her hands and caught tight to the beautiful older woman's hips, pulling her down closer while she ran her tongue through the pink warm sensitiveness of Justine's cunt . . . exploring her clitoris, her vagina, her urethra as her own desires continued to soar within her unfulfilled, carnally excited brain.
Then, all of a sudden, Justine was moving off of her to lie down by her side and Melissa couldn't help the disappointment reflected in her eyes.
"Have I displeased you?" she asked of Justine.
"No. . . no..." Justine smiled with an expression Melissa could not understand. "But it's time for even more exotic pleasures," and so saying she covered Melissa's breast with a caressing hand as she kissed the other's soft lips.
"But. . . but. . . I want so much to cum. . ." Melissa whispered hoarsely.
"And you will, my sweet, you will," Justine assured her with a loving smile. "The most masterful lover of them all is about to bring you to ecstasy. . . if you're ready."
An expression of confusion clouded Melissa's eyes. She studied Justine, trying with difficulty to understand her meaning. She had spoken as if there were someone else in the room.
"You look like a little lost puppy," Justine spoke softly, "but you needn't worry. Do you trust me?"
"Yes. . . yes, of course I do," said Melissa, suddenly not sure whether she indeed did trust the dark haired woman.
"Then turn over and get on your knees, my darling. . . with your lovely ass high in the air . . . shhhhh!" she stifled Melissa's protest. "Just do as I say."
Obediently, Melissa responded, getting onto her knees and raising her buttocks according to instructions.
"Now! Capo! Up boy!" Justine commanded with a snap of her fingers, and before Melissa realized what was happening, she felt the weight of the great German Shepherd as it leaped onto the bed, but she couldn't see him because he remained behind her, and as her belly suddenly constricted she looked sideways at Justine's face, seeing the woman pointing toward her buttocks.
For what seemed an awesome eternity, Melissa knelt in a fear-stricken daze until suddenly she felt the animal's wet nose sniffing teasingly at her upturned loins. She gasped at Justine who was smiling. Abruptly she wanted to scream, then felt the probing nose against her anus, causing her to lurch forward from the shock.
"M-my God!" she exclaimed. Then, she felt his tongue snake out and lick wetly up and down the crevice between her legs. She couldn't believe it as his huge educated lingual member laved at her anal ring, and she had to steel herself to keep from screeching out. Chokingly, she started to protest, but then the animal began hungrily to lick her aroused cuntal slit and her words died in her throat. Dear God! His tongue was running the full length of her cunt . . . and then, she felt Justine's hand on her thigh.
"Wider, my darling," Justine hissed excitedly. "Spread your legs wide apart so that your cunt will open for him."
"Wh-what . . . my God! What... what are you saying . . ."
"It was in the cards, my dear. . . do it . . . you must! It is fate. . . it is meant to be!"
Something in Justine's tone made Melissa afraid to disobey, and she responded, spreading her knees as Capodistria lashed his tongue the full length of her open buttocks, from the snugly closed little pucker of her now cringing asshole, down beneath to the tight pink edges of her fearfully trembling pussy, even to the very base of her belly where it penetrated to flick at her quivering clitoris. He repeated it time and again, his canine lingual member laving through her sensitive, hair-covered genitals, spreading her open in the most sensitive parts until her body began to twitch noticeably with the tics of lust his lapping and sniffing of her loins was causing.
Again, Melissa gasped as Justine, aware of the futileness of the gesture even as she did it, and the exciting sensations she was beginning to perceive started to take command of her.
"My. . . my God!" she gasped aloud to Capo's long, moist tongue splaying hotly through the length of her pink velvety split. Then she found herself trying to widen her knees even further in an effort to open her cunt more to him. His animal tongue thrust up the damp coral furrow, tingling at the deep, dilated passageway as it ravished her crotch in merciless, mounting bliss. She moaned loudly and suddenly saw Justine's naked loveliness squirming down beneath her naked body... drawing her legs back to her full, erect breasts, so that her dark, hair-covered cunt was completely exposed to her.
And then, through the haze of her building passion, Melissa felt Capo mount her, his soft furry body crowding in toward her trembling buttocks, his forelegs clutching at her hips in the manner of any male who would take her from behind. The animal's lashing tongue had set the flames roaring in her loins, even more so than Justine's gentle ministrations, and as she turned her head she caught the entire reflection of their obscene orgy in 1ustine's vanity-mirror; the licentious sight of the powerful animal mounting the salaciously spread moons of her soft white buttocks, plus the lurid reflection of Justine lying on her back with her legs raised in lewd presentation of her delightful pink gaped crotch to be licked and loved, sent maddening and lascivious sensations of carnal rapture charging through her mind and body.
She saw the image of Capo's unbelievable glistening scarlet prick shoot out from its long sheath, moist and hard, the tapered end slipping and dancing like a pointed, greased candle in the dampness of her widespread crotch, and she felt his strong animal body jerk against her in his effort to find an opening with the beveled, thick dart!
"Help him, my sweet! Hurry!" Justine hissed, while she, too, watched in the mirror, her own hand moving magnetically down between her raised, spread thighs to slip her probing index finger in and out smoothly, separating the clasping lubricated lips of her own spasming cunt.
With an unrestrained moan, Melissa shifted her lush rounded buttocks in a searching effort to capture the dog's lengthening prick, the wild tension within her mounting insanely. She wanted the long, cruel looking organ inside her...
She reached back, grasping the damp shaft and causing Capo to half growl, half whimper as she guided the pointed nozzle to the sucking little mouth of her passion-flushed, moist vaginal opening, hardly realizing what she was doing in her lust blinded state. Immediately the great animal thrust and Melissa screamed.
"Eeeeeeeiiiligggghhhhhhh!" she cried out in disbelief, then with a twisting lurch, she tried to shake the impaling rod of animal flesh out of her pierced cunt as the, complete agony of his feral assault raced maddeningly from the core of her body to her brain. The goring spear had ripped her wide open, but there was no shaking off his massive prick, for Capo's fierce growl filled her ears while his hairy forepaws clutched possessively at her waist, thrusting, spreading her virginal passage open wider and wider as he hammered his long thick animal-cock deep up inside her tight, contracting hot channel.
Justine watched in. lust-filled fascination, gaping as the thick scarlet cudgel slithered forward with a powerful wet charge again and again, until it was sunk to its delicious hilt. . . knowing the ecstatic delight, while her dear Capodistria's hairy black balls swung beneath Melissa's damp, pubic-hair lined crotch.
"Oh. . . oh, dear God!" Melissa blurted, her eyes wide but glazed as the beast fucked into her from behind while she stared down at Justine's several fingers moving sleekly in and out of her own pink, wide-split cunt. "Oooooohhhhh, aaaaaahhhhh, oooooohhhh," she chanted in heavenly relief while she began to move backwards rhythmically in order to meet Capo's powerfully long strokes plunging deep into the very tomb of her belly.
Justine watched as if hypnotized, her long fingers plungering her own moist, dilated channel while her eyes locked on Melissa's beautiful, contorted face, sensually enraptured by the absolutely magnificent fucking Capo was giving her from behind. She watched the younger girl's taut, round breasts dancing and swaying beneath her writhing torso, keeping tempo with the animal's regal cock skewering deeper and deeper into her from behind, a merciless piston of glistening dog-flesh sinking to its full length far up into her soft white belly.
At last, when she couldn't stand the mere watching, along with her own fingering of her cunt any longer, Justine gently entwined her fingers in the blonde girl's hair and pressed her face downward into her crotch, immediately feeling Melissa's smooth and hot, moist tongue, of its own volition, begin to lick the damp velvet flesh of her cunt. . . the roundness of her lips sucking feverishly at her extended clitoris.. . the length of her tongue darting up into her vagina, to slash, swirl, and lave. . . hot breaths coming in tight gasps against her own pink, sensitive flesh as she rotated her buttocks and crotch furiously, just as Melissa was grinding her ass back against the great hammering animal cock like a wanton whore straining for orgiastic release.
The lewd erotic scene was more than Justine could bear watching any longer; her climax was about to erupt inside her from the beautiful administering. She tossed back her head and cried deeply as the bubble burst and waves of pleasure drenched her loins and belly, causing her legs to jerk out spasmodically on either side of Melissa's lovely blonde head buried in her climaxing crotch.
It was then that Melissa began to utter muffled whimpers. Abruptly, she raised her face and Justine saw her glazed eyes grow round and wide as she gasped: "Oooohhh, my God! I-I'm cummmiiiiiiinnngggggg. . . God! Cummmmmilinnggggg. . !" And her voice died in a strangled blend of sob and sigh, her head twisting from side to side, her long tawny hair flailing wildly as she began the first delightful spasms of orgasm, screwing her smooth, rounded buttocks back hard onto the thick driving animal cock with abandoned fury.
Justine watched triumphantly in the mirror as Capo's tongue hung loosely from the mouth of his great head, panting and dripping its saliva onto the smooth creamy flesh of Melissa's back while he fucked into the salaciously undulating buttocks from behind with wild frenzy.
Then Melissa shrieked again, slamming her ass back against the dog with a frantic jerk as, simultaneously, he thrust forward and his prick began to spew its load of hot animal sperm deep up into the hidden recesses of her belly with long, hard spurts. And yet again, she screamed, her buttocks beginning to contract convulsively while Justine watched the mirror to see the combination of human-animal thick white orgasmic liquid explode from the lips of her tight cunt that was still clasping and squeezing like a rubber band around Capodistria's long, thick prick, thin rivulets of the sticky fluid trickling down the smooth white columns of her inner thighs . . . until, at last, she collapsed, her head falling back to the soft cradle of Justine's loins, her cheek nestled against the swollen, down-covered mound of her moist pussy, a long sigh of release escaping her.
And suddenly a deep male voice penetrated their silence.
"You bitch, Justine... you thorough bitch. . . what the hell do you think you're doing. . . shit! In a city famous for its corruption, you win the grand prize my dear. . ."
Justine looked up to see Lawrence Dogerel standing in the doorway.
"You make me sick, Justine," he said passionately. Then he turned to Melissa who was silent, dazed. "Are you all right, darling?"
Chapter Seven
Such feelings of tenderness and caring for another human being were not familiar to young Lawrence Dogerel. He knew lust and desire and passion in its many forms, but never the tenderness with which he had found himself thinking of lovely Melissa.
He had been disappointed to find her not at home, but the boob, the concierge, had said that a note had, been brought to her, and she had left. The boob had described a man who had fit Mustafa's description, and so Lawrence had headed toward Justine's house.
God! He wanted to see Melissa, sweet Melissa, more than he could believe. Christ! It was hard to believe, but somehow, last night, he had fallen in love.
He had experienced it all . . . sex and carnality in all its forms and combinations. But this feeling was something new. . . something he had never known before. . . It was love.
Mustafa answered the door at the large Mansion. . . .
"Mr. Hussim.. . he is at work at the bank," he explained. . . "and Madame Justine. . . she is busy. . . ."
There had been just the slightest innuendo in Mustafa's voice. . . just the tiniest glimmer in the old servant's eyes, but it told Lawrence all that he needed to know, and, pushing himself past the old servant, he headed upstairs to Justine's bedroom.
Now he wanted only one thing. To take Melissa, sweet Melissa, away from all this sophistication and corruption. He wanted to make love to her as if neither of them had ever made love before.
"Get dressed my darling."
Melissa was puzzled, but something in his tone made her obey. She heard something in his voice she had not heard since her own father had died. . . tenderness, caring. . . more than mere lust.
They drove in silence back to Lawrence's modest apartment. As they entered the small but neatly furnished room, he, apologized for its shabbiness, but promised her that someday he would earn enough as a writer to give her a beautiful home.
And no sooner had they sat down together on the couch, than they were in each other's arms, kissing with the thirst to taste each other's souls.
For the first time in her life, Melissa felt herself to be a complete woman. She knew she wanted Lawrence more than she had ever wanted any man in her life. And she trusted him as she had trusted no one since her father died.
For his part, the young writer watched mesmerized, as she slowly knelt down and began to open his pants, pushing them down his muscular legs. Then her soft fingers were easing the elastic band of his shorts open, and his rigidly throbbing cock was exposed to her worshiping gaze. The tips of her fingers touched it gently, as if in wonder at its massiveness, and he realized that she was caressing him with all the love she had in her.
Her fingers explored the blood-filled ridges on the underside, looking at it with almost childlike wonder, which made him feel incredible. He stepped out of his slacks and his hands tangled in her golden hair, drawing' her beautifully ovaled face close to his loins. She hesitated, looking up at him, her eyes wide even as her fingers played on him, trailing down to the heavy, sperm-laden sac that enclosed his throbbing testicles. The sight of her kneeling so subserviently before him was enough to almost blow his mind.
"You know I love you, don't you" he whispered.
"Yes, my darling. I love you too." And as she said it she squeezed his hardness and pumped it slowly, her breath flowing hotly over the bursting mushroom shaped tip as he trembled above her and tried to shove it between her wetly parted lips. But she drew back and let it slide slowly over the satin-smooth flesh of her cheeks, with only the tip of her flickering tongue touching him, exciting him as he had never been aroused before... not by Justine, not by anyone. Somehow love made all the difference in the world.
Melissa bent lower and laved him with the flat of her tongue, licking up the underside of his impatiently pulsating cock, wetting him, making his male flesh glisten with her saliva, as her delicate fingertips teased his cum-filled balls.
From time to time she swiftly raised her passion-soft face and brushed the throbbing massive glans lightly with her wet lips, the spear of her tongue teasing the slit of her head, only to drop her head lower and suck one of his balls into her warm, wet mouth and play with it with teeth and tongue until he felt he was going to scream. Her long yellow hair cascaded over the smooth flesh of her shapely shoulders and he could feel the rigid, elongated nipples of her firm young breasts brushing against the thick, curling hair which covered his heavy thighs as her beautiful face burrowed and sought the musky male scent from his throbbing loins. From the head of his almost bursting cock came drops of the pale pre-seminal fluid that smeared and glistened on her cheeks as Melissa sighed and whimpered in pleasure at having a man she knew she loved to make love it. How different it was from the, raw, loveless sex she had experienced these last few days. Her soft wet lips slid up the length of his bursting rod of flesh and began to kiss the lust-swollen cock-head, and she whispered softly as she caressed him orally.
Standing straddle legged above her, it was all Lawrence could do to restrain himself from grabbing her dark trussed head and jerking her face up and ramming his thick rampant cock so deep in her slender throat that she would choke on it as he pumped into her lovely young face, fucking her mouth like a cunt, and lewdly sending his hot churning sperm down over her tonsils and into her sleek young belly. But he held himself in check... he wanted to be motivated by nothing less than love, for he knew this would be a night he would never forget.
"I want to suck you now, my darling, she whispered to him... lie down... don't move. . . don't do anything. . . just be still and let me love you with everything I have in me.
Lawrence lay back on the bed, and in an instant she was nakedly posed over his loins, her blonde shining hair sweeping between his spread thighs, her full sensuous lips open wide as her tongue flicked down to lick the droplets of semen forming at the head of his eagerly throbbing cock. With unbelievable delicacy she ticked at it and then, her reddened young lips opening wide, she sucked his lust-swollen cock-head into the soft wet cave of her mouth. Her lips closed tightly about it like an elastic band and her cheeks hollowed as she began to suck. The tiny tip of her hot little tongue swirled wetly over the sensitive, satiny surface of the blood-engorged organ. Her soft eyes opened wide, as if she was surprised by the size of it, and looked unwaveringly up into his eager face.
Slowly, tantalizingly, she began to draw his thick pulsing hardness deeper and deeper into her straining face. He saw her cheeks draw in, felt her tongue swirling over the length of him, wetting him as she devoured his penis with agonizing slowness. He felt it moving along her gulping tongue, over the sharp ridges of her tiny white teeth.
It was better than any blowjob he'd ever experienced in his life. Justine was an expert in the arts of love-but this, this was something incredible. For he knew Melissa loved him, and wanted all of him, every inch, and she was in no hurry to make it end. He could hear her begin to moan softly as his long hard cock penetrated deeper and deeper into her seeking, warmly sucking mouth.
Lightly, her fingernails began to scrape over the trembling flesh of his hard muscled belly and down to his thighs and back again. He remembered her admonition to lie still and do nothing and he looked down in the dim light at her lovely face lewdly contorted by the massive length and thickness of his penis as it sank deeper and deeper into her throat, trying hard to control himself.
Melissa gagged as the bulbous head pressed against her tonsils. She clutched him tightly and felt the hot, sperm-laden heaviness of his scrotum, and he could see her throat muscles straining. Suddenly they relaxed and with an urgent plunging of her head she absorbed him past her tonsils, until the hard pulsing thickness of him was unbelievably filling her slender throat. Her oral passage was so filled with his rigidly throbbing flesh that she couldn't possibly breathe through her throat, and he saw her nostrils flaring as she sought for breath. Her delicate hands fluttered under his tight-clenched buttocks and drew his loins up even closer to her lust-contorted face, as she moaned softly in deep lewd pleasure at having the entire massive length of him in her mouth. Rhythmically, her cheeks began to contract and expand as she sucked his penis, slowly, her tongue beginning to work around the length of his hardness again, her lips pulling on him so urgently they almost hurt, despite their softness.
"Goddamn!" Lawrence gasped. "Oh, Goddamn!"
He wanted to reach down and grab her raven-trussed head and grind it into his seething genitals, but restrained himself as her eyes found his. She seemed to be moaning something about the thick shaft of male flesh buried in her mouth, and he decided this was so good, he wasn't going to do anything that might interrupt it. So he did nothing except reach down to run his strong fingers through the silky gold threads of her long blonde hair and admire the way it sprayed over the tanned flesh of her back as she kneeled eagerly and subserviently over him.
And suddenly he was glad that he had held back, because Melissa then did something he would not have thought humanly possible. . . in fact it was something Melissa had not done before, but carried away with the power of her love she was capable of anything.
Somehow, she opened her straining lips even wider as her teasing fingertips slowly lifted his nearly exploding balls and rolled them playfully.
Gulping, she pushed first one, and then the other into the soft wet redness of her mouth. Her lips closed over them, and it seemed like she was, attempting to swallow his genitals entirely.
Moaning in pleasure, she layover his widespread loins, sucking steadily, breathing heavily through her flaring nostrils. With her sharp fingernails, she lightly teased his perineum, the ultra erogenous bit of flesh between the base of his scrotum and his anus until he was sure he was going to explode every drop of hot sperm in his cum-filled balls into her eagerly sucking mouth right then!
Against his will, he began to writhe on the bed under her urgent oral caress, his legs splaying wide.
Suddenly, he felt her hand moving between the spread cheeks of his ass, seeking the tight puckering ring of his anus. His fingertip swirled and twirled and thrust upward into him, and her teeth teasingly bit into the thick base of his cock as she began to suck harder. He felt the soft palm of her hand against the sweating cheeks of his hard buttocks as her outstretched middle finger pushed deeper and deeper into his expanding back channel, making him want to cum and cum like he had never cum before, spill his white hot sperm deep into her greedily gulping throat fitted around his cock's length like a wet velvet glove.
Over and over again he felt her finger fuck up into his rectum and heard the palm of her hand smack hard against his clenching ass cheeks, and then her finger moved so slowly he could hardly feel it. Lawrence could still not believe that she had been able to take all of his penis and testicles into her mouth, but his eyes told him this was so. And she had a finger sunk deliciously deep in his rectum, while with her thumb she was tantalizing his perineum. Her other hand was slowly gliding over the hard muscles of his chest and belly, her fingertips tangling in his body hair. He could hear soft moans of pleasure coming from her widely-ovalled lips as she sucked and nibbled and twirled her hot little tongue around the entire length of his wildly pulsating cock and sucked on his lust-inflated balls.
She was sucking him in the most tantalizing way imaginable. All he could feel was the soft, wet warmth of her lips, the tantalizing laving of her tongue along the length of his rampant hardness and over the burning mass of his balls. And the slender finger that played in the moistly flexing depths of his anal passage.
Groaning softly, he lay back and closed his eyes and luxuriated in the sensations, until he knew he wanted to give to her the same overwhelming pleasure she was bestowing on him.
And then, without disturbing her sucking of his cock he moved himself around on the bed until he was able to slide his face down between her slender legs, positioning himself to spear his willing tongue into the soft, hair-fringed slit of her tight young pussy. Her oral ministrations to him had made her wet there. The soft pink layers of succulent flesh glistened with her body juices and were distended with the heated blood of her arousal. He inhaled the sweet female scent of her pussy, and wanted to bury his face between her soft tanned thighs, thrust his hot hungry tongue wetly into the delicate lips of her flexing young cunt, making her squirm and squeal in multiple orgasms.
And as she continued to suck on his hotly pulsating organ, his tongue came out to wetly probe her throbbing vagina. Her body responded automatically, jerking convulsively, as she ground her hips into the bed and she felt her stomach muscles rippling like wind on the water. She began wailing in animal-like passion as his tongue scoured her inner thighs and made one hot swipe around her clitoris before snaking rapier-like in and out of her pussy.
Melissa began moaning low in her throat, obvious sounds of love. Then Lawrence heard her sharp gasp of delight as his hands kneaded the soft globes of her pliantly yielding buttocks; the sound caused a surge of new lust in his already over-aroused body, and he continued to fuck her orally, using his tongue to run sensuous circles around her fully erect little clitoris, nuzzling his nose back and forth as he darted his throbbing tongue deep into her pulsating pussy, feeling the soft, hair-rimmed lips push against his mouth with increasing strength as her body spasmed and writhed upward in a now hungry effort to bring more and more of his mouth into contact with the wetly, glistening flesh. His middle finger again sought out the tightly clenched lips of her anus, and a low inarticulate moan was wrenched from her throat as he probed teasingly the opening. Abruptly, his hot wet mouth, moved down, down, all the way down where his tongue flickered like summer heat lighting against the brown puckered little hole.
Her body began to boil with the exquisite tingling of raw nerve ends as Lawrence started his voracious licking of the cuntal crevice again. Suddenly, as the gariglions of her pussy began to vibrate, she knew she was close than ever before to a fulfillment more complete than any she had ever known. She spread her thighs wider and the same time she continued to suck voraciously on his hotly pulsing cock, and ground her throbbing widespread cunt against his face, reveling to the pit of her heart and soul with insane delight at the incredible pleasure they were bestowing upon each other.
Then suddenly it stepped and she felt him pull away from her, felt him pull his cock from her mouth, and remove his lips from her hotly quivering pussy.
"I want to make love to you," he said hoarsely." I want my cock inside you when we come together for the first time."
And soon he had shifted position until the hardness of his mammoth cock beat like a metronome against her upper thighs, his handsome face above hers. The thick bulbous head scraped electrifyingly against her cuntal lips, then pressed slightly inward, causing shivers of new unwanted pleasure to surge throughout her abdomen. Slowly, the ponderous head eased its way into her wet, palpitating opening. Slowly, he thrust inch by inch into her receptive passage until he could stand the exquisite torture no longer. He jerked his hips forward in one final thrust and his hard, hot cock roared into her hotly pulsing sanctuary.
Then Lawrence lay still for a moment. Never before had it felt so wonderful to put his cock in a woman's cunt. Then, gradually, he began short little movements in and out of her vagina. Melissa began moving her hips in unison with his simultaneous harmony. She felt tremendous jolts of pleasure arcing throughout her abdomen.
Already he was causing her body to feel more than she had ever felt with any man. Her mouth opened and closed in wordless comments, as shining little beads of perspiration seeped to the surface of her upper lip. Her neck tendons swelled, then grew taut, with the hoarse panting of carnal joy.
She shoved her cunt up to him, offering herself to him in a pagan ritual older than time itself. Never had there been anything like this, and not even in her wildest imaginations had she dreamed there would be such ecstatic sensations to be gotten from a man. Filled with the insane pleasure of love, she wanted it to never end.
Lawrence's sperm-inflated balls slapped hard down against the nakedness of her unprotected anus and through his scrotum he could feel the delicious softness of her ass cheeks and the hot dampness in the heated crevice where the warm viscosity and his own saliva had seeped down the cleft from her pulsating cunt. His throbbing sac seemed surely to split apart from the mounting pleasure in it and he fought for control-fighting against the need to spew his white hot sperm into the deepest depth.
Beneath him Melissa writhed in complete abandon. Her motions, together with her cries of delight and the tightness of her vagina, pushed him over the edge of self-control and he knew his orgasm was only seconds away.
"Cum now, my darling," he whispered harshly, praying she was with him. "I'm going to cum inside you. . .
com with me...."
Melissa, hearing his words, began grinding up and down on his impaling instrument, her toes flexed and splayed out,. her breasts heaving beneath him, and then her eyes opened wide in disbelief as she felt the first beginnings of her orgasm.
Lawrence grunted and rammed even deeper as he felt the walls of her vagina seeping the warm, sticky fluid of her climax. With demonical strength, she shoved her pelvis suddenly up from the bed, rotating her slightly bearded cunt lips around his pistoning cock with renewed fury. Then she was screaming. "Yes... Oh God. . . Yes! I'm cumming... I'm cumming... CUM IN ME!"
Melissa convulsed beneath Lawrence Dogerel, her mouth and cunt both sucking furiously, her panting rasping breath breaking into great gasping sobs, her pussy clenching and clenching-actually milking him while Lawrence was actually spurred on by her continuing climax, and he thrust deeper into her voraciously pulsating vagina and anus, forcing her tortured crotch wider and wider.
Then suddenly he gasped as he felt the sudden surging waves of his boiling white sperm shoot with a roar through the subterranean tunnel from balls to penis, and he was instantly lost in incredible sensuality as powerful surges of his semen spewed deep into the hot dark heart of her womb, filling her hungrily contracting little belly to the bursting point. The walls of her vagina continued to work around his penis as if they were part and parcel of some wonderfully warm milking machine, squeezing, massaging, clasping and unclasping to drain out every wonderful drop of his hotly cascading semen.
For a long, long while they lay together peacefully on the little bed in Lawrence's room. When he opened his eyes again, his wilted cock still inside her, he stroked her hair gently from her face, and she opened her eyes, gazing up at him lovingly.
"Darling he said. . ." "Oh, my darling. . ." And they embraced wordlessly, not in sexual passion now, but in the sheer joy of newfound love.
