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The Adventures of Melissa - 1 (M+F, exh, orgy)
by Bill Williams
***
Chapter 1
Going to the Movies
"What I'm trying to explain to you, is that I don't know if
I'd get horny or not. Since we got married, the only other time
that I've seen another man's cock was when you brought those X-
rated videos home. I damn sure got horny that night! We
couldn't wait to get into bed! Neither of us sleeping until
daylight. We were so fucked out we just laid around most of the
next day!"
"Did looking at cocks before we got married turn you on?"
The blonde wife looked at her husband, reflectively, "Well,
I guess so."
"What do you mean, you guess so?"
"I mean yes! Of course it turned me on. Is that what you
wanted to hear?"
"I didn't want to hear anything except the truth, Dear. My
point is that nudity can be sexy as hell."
"Of course it can be sexy as hell. I just don't know if
only looking at just a man's cock would turn me on or not."
Bill's eyebrows shot up. "And that's what I'm trying to
explain to you, that how could you know how your body and mind
will act unless you have the experience. Sometimes, something
might sound exciting, but in the real world, fact and fantasy
might be totally different."
Melissa grinned back at Bill. "And just what have you got
planned? The last time you started this kind of conversation,
you brought home a few fuck movies. Now, you're asking me if
seeing a guy with an erection, even jacking off, would turn me
on? Okay, I say `yes,' it would turn me on a lot!"
"And, what if he wanted you to do the jacking?" Her husband
asked with raised eyebrows.
The pert blonde housewife grinned impishly at her husband.
"Now I don't know who's talking about fact, and who's talking
about fantasy. Did you bring another of those films home? If
you did, let's get it out and get it on. To tell you the truth,
all this talking about sex already has me just a little turned
on. In fact, it's got me a lot turned on. I'm starting to get
damp just thinking about getting it on with you tonight."
"No, Honey, I didn't bring any videos home, but if you're
serious about seeing a film tonight, we can go to that adult
theater in town and watch one, then come back home and make love
and drink brandy, again."
"I don't know if I'd rather make love, or just fuck.
Actually, I think I'd rather fuck, it sounds dirtier! Do they
really show everything in the adult movies?"
"You bet your sweet ass they show everything. It's not any
different than the videos I borrowed and brought home, like any
other movie."
"Then how do these theaters stay in business, if everyone
can just go to the corner video store and rent the same thing?"
"People go for the atmosphere. It's totally different than
sitting home and watching them on a small TV screen."
"Do couples go to those movies?"
"I think that there are more single men, or maybe married
men on a night away from their wives, but there are couples, and
once in a while a single lady comes in."
"So, they only sit there and watch the movies, getting all
horned-up, is that it?"
"Well, not always. Most of the time there are guys jacking
off in the back row, also sometimes a couple will get so excited
that they make it right there in the theater."
"Do you mean the men actually masturbate right there in the
theater, with their pricks out, with everything showing?"
"Sure, although it's a little dark for sight seeing."
"But, what if someone should see them?"
"So what if they did?"
"Well, I don't know, Bill, but it seems to me that they
wouldn't want anyone seeing them jack off."
"Not necessarily true, my love. Some of them may get off on
having somebody watch them jack off, while others probably get
off, on watching. Nothing like a little voyeurism to speed up
the old body juices."
"Well, it's speeding up my body juices, just talking about
watching. I wonder what it would be like, seeing some guy take
his cock out and jack it off in a movie theater?"
"As much as you like seeing my cock, you'd probably go
bananas, maybe even grabbing hold of it to help."
"I wonder how many strokes they'd let me take?"
"How many do you want to take?"
"Bill, you know me. I never get turned off, so I'd probably
want to pump on the old handle all night long. Jesus, but I'm
getting horny talking about all this illicit sexual action."
"Well then, Melissa, let's get going and watch a couple of
guys jack off."
"Jesus, Bill, baby," Melissa groaned, "that turns me on,
thinking about seeing some guys jacking off, so much so that I'd
like to make love right here and now. All of this talking about
sex, gets me excited, but if you want to go to a screw movie,
then why not. I'm game if you are. So give me a few minutes to
get dressed, I don't want to wear these Levis to the show."
She spun, then turned back to face Bill. "Do you really
think that some man would jack off with me watching?"
"If you don't get ready, you'll never find out, now will
you?"
She rushed from the room, her curvaceous ass undulating as
she almost ran down the hall to the bedroom. Stripping off her
Levis and sweater, Melissa ran her hands over her bra and then
removed it. Her luscious breasts spilled from the brassiere
cups, standing out from her rib cage. Her quivering, pink-tipped
nipples firm from thinking about screwing. After all, if she got
turned on in the movie, it would be nice if Bill could touch her
nipples.
She quickly rushed into the shower, lathered her body with
soap suds and hot water, then just as quickly rinsed with cold
water, almost leaping out of the shower to dry, humming while she
rubbed the towel over her body until it glowed from the cold
water rinse and the towel.
Melissa Williams stood nude in front of the bathroom mirror
while she applied her make up. Her glowing complexion required
very little aid from the few items of make-up sitting on the wash
basin cabinet. However, Melissa enjoyed making the best of her
looks. A touch of blue eye shadow on the lids of her ice blue
eyes. A quick touch of eyeliner from a dark pencil outlined her
lids, a little line drawn outward to make her already wide extra
long lashed sensual eyes look even more sensual. A brush dusted
in a pale pink blush make-up, applied to her high cheek bones
brought just a highlight of color to her pink cheeks.
Carefully, the beautiful lady unscrewed the top of her
lipstick and applied the glossy color to her full lower lip then
more lightly to her upper lip. Satisfied, she stepped back one
step, looked at herself in the mirror, turning her head first one
way, then the other. "Not too bad for an old lady of
thirty-two," Melissa thought.
She had no complaints about her thick mop of tawny blonde
hair, with a hint of a soft natural curl which made it easy to
both shampoo and brush.
Melissa's sun tanned skin with the pale marks of her
two-piece bikini, almost made her body look as if she were
wearing panties and bra when she was nude. She placed her hands
on her hips, thrusting out her breasts, looking at herself in the
mirror. The thick curls of fur on her pussy were exactly the
same color and softness of curl as the hair crowning her head.
The line of hair ending at the bottom of her firm belly was so
straight that it looked as if it were shaved by a razor.
Her breasts were another matter entirely. They were a shade
too heavy for her slim torso and very tiny waist. Melissa
normally wore a thirty six bra with a true fit somewhere between
a C cup and a D cup. Her breasts caused her no end of problems
when buying a dress, since the tops were always made for someone
with a smaller chest, or the bottoms for a bigger ass.
The last time Melissa had used a tape measure, she had a
figure that totaled out to thirty six and a half around her
chest, a very tiny twenty-three around her waist, and her
buttocks were thirty five inches when measured at the fullest
part of her ass.
Melissa turned around, looking at her naked buttocks and
back over her shoulder, practicing a sexy look, eyes half closed,
wetting her full lower lip with the tip of her pink tongue. She
wriggled her body at her image in the mirror, looking at the deep
cleft between the cheeks of her ass, watching to see how firm she
was. The protruding cheeks of her ass were so firm that they
hardly even quivered, even though they stuck out almost more than
she would have liked.
Her full boobs, were another story. They quivered,
shivered, and jiggled like jell-o any time she moved, and were
the part of her anatomy that men always looked at hard, after
they finished staring at her face. Sometimes it became most
embarrassing the way men stared at her tits, even though it did
turn her on and make her feel especially sexy. When they looked,
she would fantasize about fucking the man staring at her, with
him sucking and making love to her tits.
That was if she was facing a man. If he was behind her,
Melissa knew that it was her curved ass that they liked as they
looked. One of her favorite tricks, was to look suddenly over
her shoulder and catch some poor man staring at her ass, look him
straight in the eye and then smile. Most of the time they got
caught looking and they turned red and looked away, but
sometimes, when they smiled back, Melissa would feel the heated
moisture gather in the folds of her soft pussy.
Men had always been easy for her. Her figure had changed
when she was thirteen. With a spurt that amazed everyone who
knew her, she had turned from a skinny girl into a full woman.
First, a thickening of fine peach fuzz on her groin then, a thick
patch of curly soft ringlets. Her nipples grew, then her breasts
started swelling. She could remember that every time her mother
bought her a bra, within a month or two it was too tight. Her
tits never stopped growing until she was over sixteen.
Casting her eyes over her nude body, Melissa decided that
she was lucky that she was a beautiful woman as she dashed from
the bathroom to her closet. She slid the hangers in her closet
to find a dress to make it easier to have her pussy touched when
Bill got turned on. She picked a silky jersey dress with a
button down front and picked a wide black soft leather Italian
belt to go with the dress.
She decided not to wear pantyhose, instead, letting her long
slim legs be smooth and naked under her dress. Quickly finding a
pair of new panties in her dresser, she changed into the new lacy
bikini bottoms that didn't cover much of the curvaceous cheeks of
her ass.
Slipping the dress on over her head, Melissa buttoned the
top to leave a generous cleavage of her soft tits showing. Her
tiny waist, cinched even tighter, made her luscious figure even
more sensual.
At the last instant, she turned, rummaging through her
drawer full of lingerie. Finding a black garterbelt and a pair
of black stockings. After putting them on, Melissa snapped off
her bedroom light and left the bedroom, sauntering downstairs.
"Does this look like what the well dressed wife wears out
when she goes to a fuck movie?" Melissa twirled to show off her
dress, the dark orange jersey dress swirled around her slim legs.
Her full tits strained against the warm fabric, quivering with no
support from a bra.
Bill admired her dress, patted her curved ass and grabbed
her hand. "Let's get going, sweetness, before I pull that dress
off your gorgeous body and fuck you right here on the floor."
"No sir, No sir! You said you were going to take me to a
movie, and then make love, or maybe even fuck, which ever comes
first, and I'm holding you to that," Melissa said, pulling Bill
to the door, smiling at his compliment.
The theater was dark and Bill guided Melissa to the steps
that led to the upper balcony, walking higher up the long steep
steps until they were at the back row. Peering into the dark,
they both tried to see if anyone was in the seats at the rear.
Just then, the rear rows were illuminated when one of the patrons
lit a cigarette. Bill led Melissa as they settled into the soft
seats. Of the thirty or so seats in the last row, most were
empty, as they sat back and looked at the screen.
The film showed two young women licking on the erect cock of
a young man lying on the floor of what appeared to be a living
room. Both girls slowly sucking and twirling their wet, pink
tongues around the head of his prick, and one held his testicles,
gently kneading and squeezing.
Melissa watched with interest. Her initial embarrassment
being in the theater slowly leaving her, as the three beautiful
people on the screen progressed into ever increasing sexual
situations. The male ran his hands over the tits of one girl,
pressing the soft flesh and pinching the pink nipple gently, then
running his hand down to slide a finger into the wet hole of the
other. The juicy cunt he was finger-fucking left a slick coating
of oily lubricating wetness on his finger.
Melissa could feel the juices from her own pussy wetting her
opening and she squirmed slightly in the seat and leaned over
closer to Bill's arm, turning to face him, whispering in his ear.
"I'll answer your question now," Melissa purred. "Yes, seeing a
hard cock turns me on, and the pussies do too! I'm starting to
really get horny now. I can really feel my pussy getting very
juicy. Wouldn't you like to feel?"
Bill caressed her thigh, running his hand over the fullness
of her upper leg. His fingers touching the hem of her dress,
raising it, and drifting his fingers over the smooth warmth of
her leg. His hand drew her dress higher, and his fingers touched
the silky band at the crotch of her new panties, feeling the hot
slick wetness seeping through the silky fabric.
Melissa squirmed again, slightly spreading her thighs so
Bill's fingers could have access to her tingling cunt. She kept
her eyes on the screen while his finger teased at her pussy
through the wetness of her panties. Her breathing became shorter
as he stroked the length of the crevice between her thighs,
probing and moving around in the sweet, wet junction buried in
her cunt hairs.
Melissa sensed a movement to her right and saw a man moving
closer to them. He seated himself one seat over, leaving an
empty seat between them. Melissa started to pull her dress down
over her exposed thighs, and then realized that whatever the man
could see was no different than what he could see on the screen.
At first, she felt uncomfortable with the stranger sitting so
close to her, then on second thought, she felt the sexual thrill
of his voyeurism.
She watched him out of the corner of her eye. He was not
watching them. Not directly, but his head was turned closer to
them than to the screen. She was very excited by the thought of
that man watching her husband stroke her pussy through the thin
covering of her panties, knowing she could turn him on even more
by showing him much more of her long legs and thighs.
Melissa tried to imagine what the stranger was thinking.
"Look at that blonde and the guy with her. I bet she's getting
turned on with his fingers in her pussy. I'd like to fuck her.
I'd like to see her cunt. Maybe if I move over closer, I could
see better."
In response to her own thoughts and urges, Melissa squirmed,
sliding down in the seat, moving her dress higher and very slowly
exposing her stocking clad thighs up to her new panties. She
glanced over at the man on her right, finding that he'd turned
his head and was staring at her legs and Bill's caressing fingers
on her hot pussy.
Melissa squirmed around more in the seat, looking directly
at the man's face, raising the hem of her dress higher, opening
her legs to give him a better view.
He stared harder at her legs and thighs, looking at her
stockings and garterbelt and panties, tempting Melissa to give
him a really good show.
Melissa whispered in Bill's ear, "Dear, I've got to go to
the bathroom, I'll be right back."
She carefully made her way past the others in the row,
undulating down the steps at the side and, slowly moving to see
if she could catch sight of any of the men masturbating. One man
had both hands in his lap, moving, but before Melissa could see
if he had his prick out, she was past him, not wanting to stop
and look back.
Leaving the rest room, Melissa walked to the top of the
stairs, slowly swinging her hips as she climbed, glancing at the
men as she passed, moving to the rear row.
Melissa looked down at the lap of the man who had been
seated to her right. She slowed as she brushed by his knees,
waited for him to stand up, and then pressed her firmly curved
ass against him as he stood to let her pass. Melissa imagined
that she could feel the swelling bulge of the man's prick against
her firm ass as she slithered slowly past, squirming her buttocks
over and against his groin. She paused, pressing her ass harder
against him, squirming slightly, teasing him with the firm
roundness of her buttocks, pleased with the feeling of sexual
excitement growing in her loins.
"Thank you," she whispered as she smiled in the dim light.
After sitting by her husband, she again looked over at the
man, noticing now that he had both hands in his lap, covering his
groin. "Bet he has a hard cock under those hands." thought
Melissa, "Watching those people on the screen probably has his
cock dripping and he is holding it down. I hope I made it harder
when I brushed against him."
Bill put a hand back on her leg, fingers slipping slowly,
ever so slowly, up her soft inner thighs, reaching for her pussy.
Bill almost jumped as his fingers touched the soft ringlets of
hair around her bare cunt, his fingers feeling the seeping
moisture gathered at the pulpy slit between her legs.
She giggled, "That's right. I took them off so you could
get a good feel! The trip to the bathroom was an excuse."
Bill's fingers sought the wet opening when she opened her
thighs wider and raised her ass to let his fingers probe her
slit. Melissa pulled her skirt from beneath her ass, pulling it
up until her long slim legs and slim curved tummy were visible in
the dim light. Her soft and curly pussy hair clearly visible in
the reflected light from the screen.
She made an oblique glance at the man on her right to see if
he had noticed her open thighs, and again, imagined his thoughts.
"Look at that cunt spread her legs. My cock's so hard I think
I'll sneak it out and flog it a little while I watch her get
finger fucked."
Melissa decided that she'd try to entice the man to bring
his prick out where she could see it. Her face turned to the
screen, but her eyes watched the stranger out of the corner.
Melissa watched, holding her breath, as his zipper drew slowly
and quietly down. His hand slithering into the opening as he
opened his fly. Melissa watched as he felt down inside, fishing
for his cock, then slowly, slowly easing it past the metal teeth
of his zipper.
She felt moisture gush from the folded pink lips of her
pussy as he took his cock out. Sneaking it up, holding one hand
over the head, covering the rest of his cock with the other. He
was softly and surreptitiously stroking it beneath his hands
until she turned and stared directly at his hands. Slowly his
hand uncovered his cock, exposing his organ to her. Stroking his
large, meaty prick slowly, while he stared at the wet junction
between her open legs.
Hard and impressive, his thick dick filled his stroking
hand, the upper length showing over his moving fist as he
stroked. The thickness, even in the dim reflected light from the
screen, was most impressive to the sexually excited housewife.
Melissa's already wet pussy emitted even more honey, as she
looked with unabashed glee at the semi-erect organ that she'd
enticed into the open. Although his eyes didn't seem to leave
the screen, his hand continued stroking and Melissa knew he was
aware of her watching him jack off his cock. He raised his body,
lowering his arm to allow an unobstructed view of his
masturbation.
"Bill, the guy on my right has his thing out," she said.
"What's a thing?"
"He has his hard prick out, that's what thing!"
"Good. You said you wanted to see a hard cock being jerked
off, now's your chance to get a really close look." Bill moved
his head back, his finger pressing harder on her swollen and
slippery clit.
Melissa turned her head back to watch the prick being
stroked a few feet away from her eyes, while the pressure of
Bill's finger brought her to a long shuddering climax. Her
wetness washed over Bill's fingers as her breathing caught in the
sheer sensuality of her husband's fingers buried in her pussy and
a stranger's big, hot prick being masturbated before her eyes at
the same time.
Melissa became more aware of the masturbator's eyes, looking
up for a glance at his face. His eyes were fastened to the
fingers at the junction of her slim legs as he continued to raise
and lower his hand on his long prick. If anything, Melissa got
more turned on.
Spreading her legs even more, her fingers slipped down to
raise her skirt still higher. Slowly, her fingers pressed the
cloth of her skirt against her smooth thighs, slowly pulling the
soft dress higher on her legs, while watching the man's face.
The stranger leaned forward in his seat to watch the skirt
being hiked higher on her slim legs, while Melissa wriggled with
pleasure as she continued to raise the hem to allow him an
unobstructed view of her pussy. She paused with the hemline of
her skirt just below her wet warm pussy, then squirmed on the
seat and raised the hem past the curly ringlets of her pussy,
while staring at his face.
His intense gaze was centered on her cunt, his hand fondling
his erect prick with lusty abandon at the show Melissa was
putting on for him. Melissa continued to pull her dress higher,
until her belly was totally exposed, her whole lower torso, naked
to his staring eyes.
Enjoying the feeling of sensuality, she now toyed with the
buttons on the front of her dress, slowly unfastening them one by
one. When the last of the buttons were undone, Melissa shrugged
her shoulders. Her dress split down the front. Melissa slowly
lifted her fingers to the opening, pulling the soft jersey open
past the nipples of her naked breasts.
Taking a deep breath, Melissa shrugged her shoulders,
spilling her soft full breasts out of the opening, where they
stood proudly, jiggling in the reflected light of the screen.
Her mind pictured Bill, "My wife really likes watching that
guy jerk off. She'd really come if she had her hand on his cock,
too. She's so hot with my hand on her wet cunt, she'll do
anything and that'll turn me on, too."
Bill's voice in her ear said, "I think you just came with a
finger in your pussy, while you watched him jerk off. Did you
like having a finger in your wet cunt while you watched a hard
cock get jerked off?"
"Oh yes! I'm hotter than a firecracker, just watching him
and having you feel me. I like watching him jack off."
Bill's nose tickled her ear as he whispered, "Don't just
talk about it, do it if you want to. I'll get my cock out so you
can jerk off my prick at the same time. That way you can feel
two cocks at the same time."
"Jesus, Bill, I was just kidding. I couldn't jack him off.
I don't even know him. What if someone should see me?" Melissa
whispered into her husbands ear. She was only faking reluctance
to his suggestion, she was ready to try anything that sounded
sexy at that moment.
"So what if they do see you," he whispered back at her.
"What are they going to say with all of that going on up front on
the screen? Besides, if you don't take hold of his prick, I'll
quit finger fucking your cunt. I'd really like to see you jerk
him off."
"Would you really like to watch me jack off his prick?"
"Your damn right I would. It would even make me hornier
than I am right now. I'm going to pull my prick out so you can
have a hard cock in each hand."
His fingers left her pussy to slide the zipper of his pants,
and quickly his throbbing, erect penis was standing from his lap
like a spear. Her fingers curled around Bill's prick, feeling
the good, strong hardness and began to stroke him. She slowly
lowered her right arm and hand to the empty seat between them,
palm up, fingers curling as though holding his prick as her wrist
made small jacking motions on the empty seat, as if she had his
cock in her empty hand and was masturbating it.
The stranger looked at her hand, then her face to see her
level eyes open with invitation as she opened her naked thighs
wider for his inspection.
With slow movements, he slipped from his seat into the empty
seat next to Melissa, as she removed her arm from the seat and
rested it on the armrest between them. Her hand was hanging over
the armrest.
Melissa removed the stranger's hand from his cock, and
replaced it with her own. She let a small moan escape her as she
thrilled to the feel of another man's cock in her hand. She
marveled at its hardness and heat.
Now, with both pricks in her hands, Melissa found and kept a
rhythm, jacking both men off. It was obvious that they both were
enjoying the blonde wantonly jerking them off in public. They
were both moaning and beginning to hump their hips in response to
her movements.
Very shortly, and from long experience, she knew Bill was
about to come. She maintained her movements, stroking the length
of both cocks, and was soon rewarded with a loud moan from Bill
and a long spurt of his cum up and into the light from the
screen. The stranger must have been watching, because almost
immediately, he, too, shot stream after stream of thick cum on to
the back of the seat in front of him.
Melissa never felt hotter than she did at that second. Her
hands were covered with the men's cooling cum, so she pulled her
top together loosely and made her way out to the restroom. She
was almost to the Ladies' room door when she realized she was
being followed. She turned to find the young usher stepping up
to her.
He smiled a charming smile, "I was watching your performance
up there. You are terrific."
Melissa returned his smile, "You're a bad boy to be watching
other people. You should be fired."
"How about jerking me off, now?"
"Why, how crude! Why should I?"
The usher grinned and lowered his zipper, "How's this for a
reason?" He had produced a very hard and very large cock,
pointing directly at Melissa.
"I'm not going to jack that monster off, but follow me."
They both stepped into the Ladies' room. Melissa raised her
skirt up to her waist as she leaned back against the cold
porcelain of a sink. The usher walked his big cock up to and
into Melissa's hot, steamy, dripping cunt. There were no
niceties. Both knew that this was going to be fast and furious,
each seeking a needed release with the help of the other.
The usher was young and strong and pounded his hardness into
her tight cunt. Out and in, almost its entire length on each
stroke.
Melissa, fully aroused by the dual jackoff in the theater,
was near a colossal climax when the usher penetrated her. Now,
just a few strokes later, she surrendered totally to the immense
wave of the orgasm that was washing over every cell in her body.
The usher continued his pounding and Melissa continued coming,
moaning, grunting, almost shouting with the pleasure each stroke
was giving her.
The usher speeded up his thrusts, grunting, "Yea, oh, yea!"
through his gritted teeth. Melissa could feel him tense up with
his approaching orgasm, and wrapped her arms around his neck,
"Come on! Fuck me! Really shove it into me! Fill my cunt with
your cum!"
It was all the urging the young man needed. His cock
erupted in her steaming cunt. Each of his thrusts was now
lifting Melissa's feet off the floor with its force and she
wrapped her arms tightly around his neck.
Finally, the usher slowed is assault on her pussy. His cock
made a loud slurping noise as he removed it from her tight, wet
cunt, causing both of them to laugh. The young man was zipping
up when he smiled at Melissa and said, "I know it's a corny joke,
but...Thanks, I really did need that!"
Melissa gave him a small kiss on the cheek and walked out
the Ladies's room door and back to her seat. The stranger was
gone and Bill asked, "Is everything okay?"
The blonde smiled a smile obvious even in the darkness, "Oh,
yes! Everything is perfect!"
They left the theater a few minutes later. At home, they
undressed each other, preparing to continue their night of lust.
Naked and on the bed, Bill was hard and ready to mount
Melissa, when she stopped him and asked him to eat her, first.
Bill was only too happy to oblige, and when his tongue was buried
up her cunt, Melissa began her best orgasm of the night, thinking
of the young usher's cum in the same hole, only a few minutes
before. She was sure Bill couldn't detect it and she was also
sure she would never tell him; liking it as her little secret.
She would never tell Bill he was eating a stranger's cum out of
his wife's pussy! The thought took her over the brink, again and
she thought, "Oh, God, what could possibly top this?"