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Melanie (M/f, cons)
BY "Proculus" <proculus@hotmail.com>




FICTION FROM Proculus: Melanie (M/f, cons)
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An erotic story from the Proculus!
Copyright 1998 by Proculus.  All Rights Reserved.  Free distribution via
electronic medium (i.e.  the internet or electronic BBS) is permitted as
long as the text is not modified and this copyright is included,  but no
other form of publication is allowed. This document may contain material
of an ADULT nature. *READ AT YOUR OWN RISK*.  Anything offensive is your
own problem.  This story is for **entertainment** purposes only and does
not necessarily represent the viewpoints of the author or the electronic
source  where  this was obtained.   All characters are fictional and any
resemblance to real people is purely coincidental.
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Back in 1963, photographs of girls in magazines like Playboy had no pubic
hair. It was retouched out, and if the model's tits weren't huge enough,
they were retouched too. Melanie Beaumont-Savarin was reminded of pictures
in Playboy as she watched the scene being enacted in front of her. It was
the two lower sixth formers, the curly-headed hour-glasses who were
performing. They didn't have much pubic hair, and what there was  blonde.
They did not, however, need their tits retouching. as they were large and
round in comfortable proportion to the small frames which were doing an all
female version of soixante-neuf in the bedroom of the old coaching inn a few
miles from High Dyke School for Girls.
The agent whom Melanie had contacted for her visiting-schoolgirl business
was the landlord. He was a go-ahead youngish chap and had responded well to
Melanie's suggestions once he got over the shock. Melanie was very
self-assured and very lovely to look at, but she was only just sixteen and
pub landlords are rarely approached with requests of this type from
sixteen-year-old girls, no matter how hoity-toity they might be.
Anyway, the landlord got a cut in return for providing bedrooms for the
antics of the young tarts, and a further cut if he provided the customer.
Discretion was assured - there was a big stable block where cars could be
parked, and a back door for private entry, and no neighbours. Possibly
someone might wonder why the same girls seemed to enjoy that particular
cycle ride so often, but probably riot.
So, in the back bedroom of the old coaching inn, Melanie was doing some
coaching. At least, she had meant to, but the way these youngsters were
going at it, there was no need of tuition.
'I think you'd better stick to two-girl shows, wanking and sucking, though,'
said Melanie. 'I want you to stay as virgins for a while.'
'But I've already done it, with my brother,' said one.
'And so have I, with her brother.'
'Well, OK, we'll keep that a secret. My scheme is to say you are available
for everything except penetration, and then after a couple' of times they'll
be so frantic for it they'll pay anything, and then we'll allow them to
deflower what they think is a virgin for a fortune.'
'How come you're so interested in the money?' said the second curly-head.
'You've got lots already.'
'I have an allowance,' said Melanie. 'This will be my own money. Quite
different. Now, time to get back to school. I've got an appointment here
tonight, and you two have your first tomorrow. Get some more practice in the
dorm tonight, especially on that change-over move.'
'But we're supposed to go and see Isabelle tonight.'
'Tough shit on Isabelle. You leave her to me.'
Once Isabelle heard that the first curly-head had already been screwed she
'lost interest completely, so the girls were fine for their practice.
Meanwhile Melanie had slipped out and was cycling towards the inn. Her
customer that night she knew to be a wealthy local businessman, but she had
no idea what he was like and what he wanted.
Her professional 'instincts were tested when he did arrive, a fat, balding
man of about forty-five with glasses, who kept wiping his brow with a large
white handkerchief. In fact he turned out very well. He just wanted to see
Melanie with no clothes on, then with just a little pinafore on, then with
just a vest on, and finally with nothing on again. While he was watching he
wanked, and after the strip show he asked Melanie if she'd mind wanking him
to a finish. He couldn't have a proper fuck these days, he explained,
because it always seemed to go soft as soon as he put it in.
So Melanie wanked him with care and recently acquired skill, and while she
was doing it said next time maybe she would do it with her mouth, and maybe
in future they could have a try at orthodox sex, or maybe something else.
The poor man came immediately in the excitement, all over his trousers, and
thanked Melanie profusely, and added five pounds to the twenty he had
already given her - a large sum in those days when ten 'pounds was
considered quite a decent wage for a week's work.
Melanie dressed after the man had left, while wondering idly what the
innkeeper might be like as a fuck. But he was busy 'behind the bar, so off
she cycled.
Next day was the turn of the two sixth formers. They were to begin by being
dressed in the sort of clothes five-year-olds wear to birthday parties, all
frills and flounces, and they were to strip off and perform in front of an
audience of four men, each paying twenty pounds. These men were the current
Worshipful Master of the local Lodge and three past Provincial Grandmasters
and would, Melanie was sure, be able to spread the discreet word to the
right sort of people if satisfied.
The two 'girls did a dance, with various coquettish movements, and then
asked the nice men if they would help put them to bed. Trembling hands
removed shoes and socks, and then bows were untied and frocks slipped over
heads. Underneath they were wearing vests, whose straining cotton showed
impressive details of what would shortly be fully revealed. One girl had
blue knickers, one brown, and after the girls had simultaneously pulled each
other's vests over their heads, these knickers were wriggled out of and the
girls went into a clinch.
The men were sweating desperately now. They all had massive hards on, but
senior Freemasons do not get their cocks out in public, so they had to keep
everything tight and suffer. The girls, playing it for everything they had,
were running knees up and down each other's thighs, kissing each other's
breasts, moaning and sighing, and gradually making their way over to the
bed. One lay on her back and opened her legs so the men could see right up
her little beaver. The other got above her, head poised above cunny, with
her own delightful little hot hovering over a tongue which was already out
and searching.
The top girl lowered away and soon they were writhing in real pleasure as
they tongued each other like mad. It was too much for the current Worshipful
Master who came in his underpants and hoped nobody noticed. The girls then
did a roll and a spin, resulting in the other girl on top and the other way
around. Now the men could see her bottom, bouncing up and down and being
licked, everywhere, including her bum-hole, by the other girl.
First one girl came, then the other. They got off the bed, bowed to their
audience, grabbed their clothes and trotted into the bathroom, there to
restore themselves as uniformed schoolgirls. The men meanwhile left the
room, all bent double with erections, each leaving a few pound notes as a
tip.
Eighty-nine pounds the girls had. Seven pounds ten for the landlord, ten
quid off the top for Melanie and a three-way split with her of the rest.
They had earned more in that hour than they could in a month of waitressing
or whatever other kind of job they could get in the holidays. Both of them
resolved immediately that this was to be their career.
Special business of this sort was not to' be had every day. Mostly the
clients just wanted a lively and interesting fuck. There was a slight hiccup
when the headmaster came upstairs on spec, but he was persuaded that he had
best keep quiet and let two of his pupils sit on his face, rather than expel
them all - his first reaction - or resign - his second. Everyone had vested
interests in keeping the status quo, and when Melanie went to see him in his
study she made no special demands except a weekend home whenever she wanted
it, for compassionate reasons.
One of the Freemasons, the one who had come in his pants, desperately wanted
to see the two curly-heads again, but this time on his own. He did a deal
with Melanie - just half an hour for fifty pounds - and arrived with a hard
and a condom already on. The two girls did the same act, but with less
preamble, and by the time they got to the roll and spin the man had his
prick out. He took off the condom and began wanking.
The top girl got off her friend and walked over. 'Would you like to put it
in here?' she said, pointing to her quim.
'You know that's not allowed,' said her friend. 'You're to keep your
virginity. You can't lose something as ‘valuable’ as that for anything.’
'Oh but I want to,' said the girl, fingering herself in front of the man's
goggle-eyed face. 'I want a cock. I'm fed up with your tongue and my own
fingers. 'I want a cock. Like this one.'
'Well, you can't,' said her friend, also walking over. The two of them sat,
one at each end of the chair, and while one took the man's right 'hand and
showed him how perfectly wonderful her tits were, the other took his prick
and gave it a few quick tosses, all he needed to come all over the place.
'There now, look what you've done,' said tit girl to wanking girl. 'Time's
up, and he'll not be able to fuck you now at any rate.'
'Might I, next time?' said the man in a wobbly voice. 'I don't know,' said
the more bossy of the two. 'You certainly can't flick me, because I won't,
not up my cunt anyway, although I might consider it elsewhere. But she's
willing. I don't know, we'll have to discuss it with Melanie.'
Late; word was sent that for two hundred pounds the Master of the Lodge
could have one of the girls, with the other one watching and possibly
helping.
The two curly heads discussed the arrangement with Melanie. Two hundred
pounds was a big sum and the man would want satisfaction for that; therefore
there shouldn't be too much messing about beforehand. They didn't want him
coming too soon, which phenomenon was called 'premature ejaculation',
Melanie informed her older but less experienced colleagues.
On the night, Melanie went with the girls to the inn and helped them get
ready. They would wear pure white, ankle-length nightgowns, brought
especially for the occasion, and Melanie would wear a kind of spoof nurse's
uniform, with tremendously short skirt, stockings, suspenders, and blouse
open to the waist. The two 'virgins' were installed in the big double bed
with the covers pulled up tight to their chins and a single layer of sheet
completely over their faces, and Melanie sat with her legs crossed, smoking
a cigarette in a long holder.
The man's eyes almost fell out of his head when he came m. Melanie stood and
waltzed over to him, took his coat, and led him to the centre of the bedroom
floor. He had seen the virgins' shapes but was made to stand with his back
to them while Melanie rubbed herself up and down his body. He was allowed a
feel inside her blouse, and inside her knickers, while she whispered in his
ear about tight little virgins' holes and big little virgins' tits.
She was undressing him the while, and soon he stood, his cock standing out
and vibrating in anticipation. Now she let him turn towards the bed, but
still he had to stay where he was. She walked to the bedside and bent over
the virgins' feet, giving the man full view of her delightful bottom
'enclosed in red 'silk and surrounded by that shortest of nurse's skirts.
Slowly, Melanie pulled the covers 'up, revealing feet and ankles and then
two long white nightdresses. She just went to crotch height, then beckoned
the man over.
'You can have one of them,' she whispered, giving his cock a quick stroke up
and down. 'but which one? Would you like to choose?'
The man lifted the hem of the first nightgown and pulled it up as far as he
could, the owner obliging by lifting herself from the bed to help the white
material slip easily up. He could see as far as the junction of her thighs,
but not quite to her quim.
He did the same with the other girl. and now was looking at two lovely pairs
of young legs, all the way to the top. Melanie pulled the covers back a
little more. He raised first one nightgown, then the other, to tummy-button
level.
Melanie pulled the covers right off, leaving just the folded layer of sheet
over their faces. The man lifted the nightgowns above their swelling bosoms,
and sighed in admiration. He felt one pair of tits, then the other. He was
about to test their cunnies too, but Melanie put her hand on his.
'Choose,' she said. 'Just the one. 'And remember, she's a virgin. You must
be careful. Here.'
She rubbed some lubricating gel on his thumping tool while he agonised over
which of the two equally wonderful options he should take. There was no
choosing. They were too alike.
Melanie came to the rescue. "If you can't decide,' she said, 'just take the
nearest one, and then when you have another two hundred, you can have the
other. We'll save her just for you.'
Nodding, unable to speak, the man climbed on to the bed and approached the
naked girl on his knees. Sensing his arrival she opened her legs wide and
placed her hands under her bottom to raise the sweet, pink opening towards
his prick, now so hot and hard that nothing could have stopped him.
He placed the nut at the heavenly entrance. She pushed towards him. He
pushed into her - so far. She let him m, then squeezed herself subtly shut
so that he was confident of her virginity.
He put his hands with hers, under her bottom, and thrust as hard as he
could. She gave a small scream, and a cry, and then as he began pushing in
and out, began to make a more throaty, urgent sort of noise.
While so engrossed he never noticed Melanie sneaking up behind with a
hypodermic syringe. Instead of a needle it had a foot of thin tubing.
Instead of a drug it contained a mixture of tomato ketchup and red ink.
Being careful not to touch his bouncing balls, she managed to eject some of
the mixture on to the sheet beneath their writhing bodies, and just in time,
because he was now moving into the final phase. He was pushing and thrusting
with total abandon, so transported was he by the fucking of this
seventeen-year-old virgin, and she too was giving a good impression of
enjoying it, although his weight and hairy chest did take the edge off it a
bit. As he pulsated with the last rapid jerks and she felt his stream flow
into her, she pulled aside the sheet so he could see her face. And, when
eventually he opened his eyes, he did see her, and all of her, and knew he
had just had the fuck of a lifetime.
The next virgin would be good too, and he was already working out where the
'two hundred pounds was coming from, but he would know who she was, and
which one she was, and she wouldn’t have quite that excitement. Or would
she? '
'Melanie and the virgins had already worked out how to get another two
hundred pounds at least out 'of this man, and while he was dressing - the
two well-rounded ones were in the bathroom - Melanie, one leg dangling
exotically over the arm of her chair, told him about their proposal.
There would be two silhouettes in the bed again, but this time they would be
lying on their tummies. Melanie and the man would have a little gambling
game, the stake being an extra hundred pounds on top of the two hundred.
What happened next would depend on the result of the game.
Within three days the man was back in touch, ready with his money, and the
girls assembled once more. This time the curly heads dressed in pale pink
silk pyjamas before they got into bed and lay face down. Melanie, in a
pastiche 'of a waitress's' uniform this time, once more smoked her cigarette
in the long holder and waited for the man.
The game they had when he arrived was a simple one. They played dominoes.
Every time anyone knocked, they took off an article of clothing. The first
to three games won the hundred pounds. If it was the man, he would just pay
his two hundred and fuck the other virgin. If it was Melanie who won, she
would collect the whole three hundred and he would then choose between the
girls by looking only at their bottoms. If he chose the one he had already
had, she would put both his balls right in her mouth while the other one
sucked him off to a climax. If he chose the remaining 'virgin', he could
fuck her in both her orifices. '
Needless to say, the man's will to win was negligible.
He knocked several times on purpose, and was soon stripped naked and three
hundred pounds the poorer. Melanie dressed by now in nothing but knickers
and a pinny, went across to the bed and raised the bedclothes. The man,
quivering all over, pulled down the first pair of pyjama trousers.
The bottom he saw was beautifully rounded, with a dimple in each cheek.
There was just the faintest hint of blonde hair at the crux and the cheeks
stood up in proud hillocks. He could not resist running his hands over them
and around them, and the desire he felt was so strong that he was near to
forgetting about choice and just ramming right in there.
Melanie pulled delicately at the waistband of the other pair of pants, and
the man walked round the bed the better to pull them off. If anything this
was an even nicer bum, slightly fuller, more pronounced you might say, but
the man noticed something. There was a tiny scratch at the base of the left
cheek as he looked at it, almost in the crease between her buttocks and the
back of her thigh. This was where, he was sure, he had dug his fingernail
while fucking her three days before. So the other was the virgin.
Now he had the true choice, which was worse than the gamble. He actually
knew which was which, and so could deliberate over the relative pleasures of
being doubly sucked or doubly fucked. Would he rather have those sweet
little mouths both wrapped around his manly parts. or would he rather thrust
alternately into a virgin cunt and a virgin arse?
What decided him was the thought that if he didn't deflower the virgin,
somebody else would, while he could always come again for a sucking. He
walked back around the bed, his cock positively creaking with stiffness, and
patted the behind of his choice. Her legs moved. Keeping her head down and
her arms resting on the bed, she knelt up with her bum sticking in the air.
The man knelt behind her. Melanie sat beside him with the gel, and anointed
first his cock and then the two entrances both of which they could both see.
'Which first?' she asked.
'The front one,' he groaned in a voice aching with lust. The prone girl
wriggled her behind slightly as she settled into position ready for the hot
rod. Melanie grasped it between finger and thumb and guided it towards the
supposedly virgin pothole. Curly-head clenched her muscles to make the man's
entry as difficult as possible, trying to disguise the successful
explorations already completed by her friend's brother and the many, many
other expeditions made by fingers and, occasionally, artificial aids.
The man placed his hands firmly on the fronts of her thighs and pulled her
back towards him as his rock hard tool quested vainly for a way in. Melanie
gave every appearance of helping, although her anxious strokings and
proddings were more likely to result in premature spending than anything
else.
Eventually she did find the spot, at the moment that curly-head relaxed a
little and the man happened to be pushing in the right direction. With a
smooth surge he was home, and instantly began coming. He could only manage
three or four thrusts before his lot was cast, and all thoughts of
out-of-one-and-into-the-other seemed to disappear as his stream of cream
shot into the sweet young secret passage.
'Well,' he said, as he withdrew his smoking sword, 'shall we complete the
job another day, or have you the time to wait now until I'm ready?'
Obviously he still wanted his full package as paid for, and Melanie didn't
want to have to set everything up all over again for no money, so they would
have to do something about it now. She eyed his cock. It didn't seem to be'
getting any slacker. Possibly he would be OK for another gallop shortly. '
She took 'him over to the wash basin and, with warm water, washed his cock
and massaged it well with soap. She could feel it stir beneath her hand, and
was increasingly confident that there would be no trouble in getting him
successfully up curly-head's bum-hole.
The kneeling girl on the bed watched from underneath her arm as the man was
led back towards her. Once again she wriggled her bottom enticingly as she
adjusted her position for the different angle of entry. Melanie scratched
the root of the man's cock as he got on his knees on the coverlet, and then
she slid down beside him and gave the hardening prick a delicious lick along
its length. She tickled his balls with the tip of her tongue and then,
instead of gel, used her spittle to provide lubrication. First she gathered
some in her mouth and slurped it around the now-rampant prick. Then she
gathered some more, collected it on the end of her tongue, and placed it
delicately on the centre of the puckered knot which waited to be undone.
The man was breathing heavily as he watched Melanie's face up against the
girl's bottom, and he couldn't stop himself crying out as she pulled back
and he saw the blob of spit sitting there.
He pushed his hips forward. Melanie held his cock firmly. Curly-head opened
herself as conveniently as possible. Melanie counted - one, two, three - and
he was in. He felt the extra tightness clasping his cock. Curly-head was
desperately trying not to shout with the sheer surprise of it. She had never
imagined it would feel so big in the different hole. And now he was
beginning to move!
In and out he went, slowly at first and just part of his length then, as his
confidence grew and the girl's anus seemed to become easier, he was pulling
almost the whole of his cock right out, then thrusting it back in with
vigour. Curly-head pushed the corner of a pillow in her mouth. Surely this
man's prick was going to pierce her in the heart.
Seeing her protege’s distress, Melanie took the man's balls in her hand and
tried to speed up his coming. With a sudden thought she put her index finger
in her mouth, got it nice and wet, and thrust it up his arse.
This acted like a whip on a horse. He reared, then set off in a determined
sprint, his prick pistoning in and out of the young girl's rear as fast as
physically possible. Within a few moments she felt the flood rushing up
against her bowels as he whimpered his indescribable delight.
Melanie was not slow to note how much more the man enjoyed this illicit form
of sex. Were all men like this, she wondered? Did all men prefer to have
their cocks sucked and placed in small holes, rather than the location for
which they were designed? If so, then the premium for such an act would have
to be increased. Clearly this man, now staggering towards the bathroom,
still whimpering, would pay the earth for what he'd just had, as often as he
could find the money.
Curly-head lay, exhausted, face down on the bed, her naked body showing red
patches on the white. Melanie placed one foot on the bed so that the
waitress pinny she still had on from the domino game was hanging to one
side. She slipped her hand into her knickers behind and was idly scratching
down there somewhere as the man came back into the room.
'And just think,' said Melanie. 'We've still got, with mine, two virgin
bum-holes to go.'

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