Chapter 9
The luscious redhead pranced out onto the narrow stage, a spotlight playing over her half-naked body-half-naked; but those parts of it that were clothed were decked out in a costume that had cost nearly a thousand dollars. Her long, lithe legs, which looked even longer in high heels, were sheathed in glittery stockings embellished with sequins sewn in arabesque patterns up each calf and thigh; her strip pants and strip bra were brief and sheer, but fringed with tassels and ornamented with more sequins and gleaming rhinestones; a burst of ostrich and pheasant feathers, mixed together fancifully, jutted from her pert rump, and a similar crown of exotic plumage was balanced on her head; her diamond necklace and long, dangling earrings were real, and so were the stones in the many bracelets that she wore over the elbow-length opera gloves on her arms. The strong, unambiguously sexual beat of the rock music swelled louder as the girl made an expert pirouette and began to strip for the benefit of the cheering and clapping crowd that filled the floor of the dimly-lit nightclub.
She began with the strip bra, slowly, provocatively, opening the catch between the wired cups, flashing first one full breast, then the other, as she danced, before suddenly peeling the lacy brassiere off altogether and flinging it aside with a gesture of disdain as the men in the audience roared their approval. Her breasts were magnificent-size forty, but upright and firm-thanks to the clever little curved, flesh-colored supports pasted to her chest underneath, which the audience couldn't see but which served the same purpose the bra had. Her tits were not quite bare: a tasseled pasty was fastened over each nipple with adhesive gum. The tassels began to swing in rapid complete circles as the stripper crouched down and performed a dizzying set of fast bumps and grinds.
Her hands slid down over her breasts and flanks to grasp the elastic hip band of the strip panties and shrug them down over her writhing buttocks and hips. Now the spectators could see that the girl's cunt was covered-just barely-by a gleaming metallic G-string. She peeled the strip pants down her long legs, freeing first one foot, then the other. She threw each bare hip towards the audience in turn, smiling and winking over her shoulder as her hands fumbled, with deliberate awkwardness, with the fastening of the lacy garter on her right thigh. She pulled the garter off and swung it over her head before tossing it out over the heads of the diners seated at tables in the rows nearest the stage. A young man leapt to his feet, caught the garter, and pressed the prize to his lips before sitting back down. People laughed at the angry look the woman with him shot her escort, who was more interested in the stripper than in her.
Now the musicians stepped up the tempo and increased the volume, and the heavy action began onstage. The redhead squirmed about in the pool of light cast by the spotlight as she unbuckled the strap that held her feathered "tail" in place on her behind and tossed that, too, aside. She unbuttoned one long glove, taking her time, and stripped it off, flinging it to the audience as she had the garter. The other glove came off-but she didn't toss it. Instead, she passed it between her legs and began to rub it back and forth over the G-stringed mound of her cunt, the way she might dry herself with a towel after taking a bath. The audience went wild; some of the bolder guys got up from their tables and crowded against the edge of the platform, reaching out and begging for the trophy... finally, with a shrug and a smile, the redhead hurled the glove to one of the men. He pressed it to his face and inhaled, savoring the rich womanly odor left in the warmed material from its prolonged contact with the girl's pussy.
The stripper lifted her breasts in her hands as she shook her ass at the crowd, sparkles of reflected light dancing off her sequined stockings and G-string, off her glittering jewelry. She suddenly ripped the tasseled pasty from her left tit, baring the rouged nipple, and threw it to the crowd. The second pasty followed; guys fought over it, cursing and shoving; the bouncers got ready to intervene if necessary... but the girl onstage knew how to calm an unruly mob down-temporarily!-as well as how to excite them. Her dance became languid, blatantly sexual, narcissistic, as she ran her hands over her naked breasts and toyed with the skimpy G-string, wetting her parted, panting lips with a pink tongue as she glanced at individual spectators in turn with lust-glazed eyes. There was an almost palpable tension in the nightclub as she let the suspense build to an intolerable level, amid frantic cries of "Take it off, Georgia!" and "All the way!" and "Bare it, beautiful!" from the aroused males in the audience. The rock music rose in a savage crescendo, and drums pounded out a fast, heart-stopping coital rhythm as the stripper who billed herself as "Ms.
Georgia Peach" finally tore at the fastenings of the G-string and worked them open. Her tanned body glistened with a fine film of sweat as she went into an unbelievable series of bumps and grinds and pelvis movements that threatened to bring the house down. Then, with a cry of excitement, she turned to face the audience and ripped the G-string away. She stood naked except for the stockings and the feathered tiara set on her bright-red mane of hair. Her mons veneris had been shaved bare and the dark-pink slit of her cuntlips was shockingly outlined against the creamy, hairless skin. The labia were rouged, too; but that wasn't why everyone in the auditorium gaped at that proudly displayed cunt. The girl had her pussylips pierced where they met at the top, and a tiny, delicate gold ring was set in the punctures, guarding her clit. She stood with her legs spread wide and her head thrown back, her arms held high, long enough to let everyone get a good look; then there was a total blackout as the music crashed to its final chords-only to be drowned out as it echoed by a chorus of screams and cheers.
The stage lights went up again as Ms. Georgia Peach, modestly swathed in a tight-fitting kimono that covered without concealing, took her bows, then retreated to allow the next act to go on. The second stripper was pretty and could dance, but she had a tough act to follow and the audience response was noticeably less intense as she began to take it all off.
Melissa ran into her dressing room and slumped into the chair in front of her dressing table. She was exhausted after doing her act, and it was all she could do to wriggle out of the kimono and get rid of that ridiculous feather crown so she could pat her body dry with a towel and dust herself with a scented powder, all over. She felt better then, and wanted a cigarette badly; but first she had to take off that damned ring in her cunt. It never failed to turn the men on, but it itched-it was bad enough that she had to shave her pussy every day. She was beginning to seriously consider electrolysis-it would be worth the money. With a sigh, Melissa carefully removed the little gold ring and deposited it in its velvet-lined box on the table. Then she grabbed her cigarettes and lighter. How she'd survived before she took up smoking, she never knew. A lot of the other girls needed uppers to help them through the day, or night as the case might be, but Melissa was too smart to go the hard-drug route. She never even drank except when she was out on a date on her nights off from the club.
Relaxed, smoking up a storm, she leaned forward to examine herself in the well-lighted mirror and repair her elaborate stage make-up. She was still a beauty, she knew-she had to keep herself in good shape for her work. Having her hair tinted red all over had been an inspiration. She knew other strippers and showgirls her age twenty-three-who looked a hell of a lot older. Worn out. Not her. Yet! But damn that slight separation between her two front teeth. And double damn that lousy dentist who'd wanted three hundred bucks to fix it for her. She offered, of course, to sleep with the creep if he'd do the cap job for free and he had thought she was joking! When she made it clear she was serious, he'd been shocked out of his gourd and had pretended he still didn't believe her,. Then it had dawned on her that he didn't want her! Dr. Richard Schwarz, a crummy little dentist, didn't want to screw her! Melissa Hardy, the "Georgia peach," who only fucked the big boys-she, who was known here in Vegas as the "celebrity-fucker"! She should've guessed right away that the son of a bitch was gay!
Oh, well, you had to live and learn! She sure had done her share of both these past few years, even since she'd run away from the South to seek her fortune as a stripper and sometimes whore-you couldn't really be a stripper, or in show business, period, without sometimes putting out in exchange for work or other benefits. She was making between three and four hundred dollars a week, not counting tips and the presents of cash or clothes she accepted from the guys she dated. But living in Las Vegas was expensive-she had to provide her own costumes and keep them in good repair, and there were all those throw-aways--the panties and bras and pasties and G-strings she had to pass out among the crowd every time she did her number. Still, she could afford the cap job-it was just the principle of the thing. There had to be one dentist in the area who was straight!
Sharing an apartment with another girl helped keep expenses down-come to think of it, she'd had difficulty finding a girl to share with who wasn't a lesbian, or at least avowedly bisexual! But Roberta, like Melissa, was an exception-a showgirl who only liked men. Lots of men, and the richer the better. Their hours were alike-Roberta was in the chorus line at one of the big-name hotels-and they dug the same scene. They had met at Palm Springs during a wild week-long vacation: six girls had anted up to share a cottage with a pool, and they christened it the House of the Six Swingers. They had a blackboard and kept score. Every time one of them banged a guy, the others had to put a dollar in the kitty. And at the end of the week the girl who had banged the most men won the pot. Roberta had beaten Melissa out by more than a dozen men! But then, Roberta wasn't choosy. She was a great girl, a fun kid, but she had no class. She'd even fuck a dealer from one of the casinos, or an assistant manager at the hotel she worked for, if he was cute or well-hung-and a guy didn't have to be both to make it in Roberta's book. In Melissa's book, guys like that might qualify to escort her to a bar-not home from it!-provided they paid her way and she was desperate. But she was never quite that desperate, thank God and her good looks.
She looked great, she had to admit with complete objectivity, staring at her reflection pitilessly in the mirror and searching in vain for some flaw. She'd probably had more men in these nine years since she'd lost her cherry than most women went through in a lifetime, but it didn't show. She was still tight-all over! The stripping kept her slim and in firm shape, with a little help from her friends. She pulled the pasted-on breast lifts off with a sigh of relief. She was "only" twenty-three, but back home in Georgia that was a scandalous age for a girl still to be unmarried. Of course, Melissa was officially married to the Reverend Sebastian Briggs, unless he'd wised up and divorced her since her desertion of him and the baby she'd passed off on the mother fucking son of a bitch. She didn't know and didn't care. Anyone was entitled to one big mistake, and letting herself be talked into getting married to avoid the shame of being an unwed mother had been hers. Out here, people only laughed when she mentioned, casually, that she'd been raped by her own two brothers and had borne one of them a son. It was no big deal in the circles she moved in now.
Maybe, one of these days, she ought to take the trouble to get a divorce so she'd be free to marry if anything good showed up. She'd already had offers, tempting ones, either to live with a guy or to make it official with him. But she enjoyed playing the field. And Melissa wasn't going to settle for anything less than a top celebrity. Even a one-night stand with a star was preferable to a mediocre existence with some Mr. Nice-Guy Nobody. After all, when she held a sexy movie actor in her arms and showed him all the tricks she'd picked up over the years to please a man in bed, and he gasped out, "Baby... baby, you're absolutely the greatest!" as he shot inside her cunt and she had her own orgasm right along with him-well, that moment made up for everything else. During those stolen seconds of orgasmic bliss she wasn't just Melissa Hardy from a hick town in Georgia, or even just Georgia Peach, a high-class stripper. She was a star fucker-she was somebody.
A couple of hours later, after she'd gotten off work at the club, Melissa prepared herself carefully for her date with her latest conquest. One of the many things she'd learned since making the big time was a little class, and her good taste showed in her choice of an outfit for the evening. She didn't need all those ghastly crotchless panties and diaphanous gowns showing a lot of tit-the kind of clothes that made a woman look like an unsuccessful drag queen. She got enough of that shit during her working hours! On her own time, she dressed elegantly and expensively. Her suit jacket and mid-calf-length skirt were of black velvet; her blouse and stockings were dark brown; she wore a long white silk scarf around her neck and carried an alligator handbag. No jewelry now, except for a single small diamond clip to direct attention towards her cleavage-the blouse had a plunging neckline and she pinned the clip exactly where a man would want his hand to be when he took a look at her. She looked more like a young woman executive than a stripper.
Her escort tonight was Justin, a closet queen who was fun to be with and, more importantly, was an up-and-coming movie producer who gladly steered horny actors in Melissa's direction. He'd promised to take her to a "wild party" tonight, and Melissa wasn't disappointed when they got to the elaborate penthouse suite-she never did find out who the host was. Some of the other guests who mingled freely in the huge living room, or wandered out onto the terrace, were in evening clothes; others were much more casually dressed; a few were already nude. And just about everyone seemed to be high on one thing or another. It was definitely Melissa's kind of scene.
"You have your choice," a naked young guy with long hair and a beard told Justin and Melissa matter-of-factly. "The hot tub, the orgy room, or this Italian kid who's still a virgin, he claims, and who's waiting to get it both ways at once."
"Oh, let's make the rounds of all three," Melissa quipped. "I'm no good at making these petty decisions-come on, Justin, take it off!"
Moments later, the voluptuous redhead was lying face down on a bed while Justin and the bearded stud massaged her back with Jean Nate body lotion. Both men were naked, of course, and various guests in a similar condition passed through the room on their way to soak in the huge hot tub. Melissa sipped her bourbon and branch water. The constant caress of those four warm, oiled hands on her body quickly got her aroused; the sight of the two hard-ons her masseurs were sporting wasn't exactly a turn-off, either. Melissa decided it was high time to stop the fucking around and get around to the fucking!
She rolled over and pressed her body against Justin's as he leaned over her, smiling, and began to stroke her inner thighs and the mound of her pruned pussy. Her crotch felt hot and tingly as the moist twitching and pouting of her darkening labia betrayed her excitement. She thrust her sumptuous pubes at the two naked men.
"Take me!" she urged them, in a throaty whisper. "Let's fuck! I've had a rough day-I need a little R and R-'Rutting and Reaming'!"
And then they were upon her, embracing her slippery nude body, fondling her tits and ass and cunt, stroking, kissing, licking, their hoarse pants of arousal mingling with their own sighs and murmurs of narcissistic pleasure as she squirmed, eel-like, between them. Justin sank to his knees in front of her and crushed his hot, flushed face between her thighs. His mustache tickled her sensitive shaved pussylips as he ran his hand up and down her leg and flicked his tongue over her clit. Bearded Stud stood behind Melissa and pulled her back against his chest, his fingers seizing and pinching her taut nipples as he shoved his erection between her thighs from behind, the stiff length of his Jean Nate-lubricated cock pressing into the deep valley that lay between her asscheeks. His lips caressed her throat, her cheek, her shoulder... with a sexy laugh, the redhead worked her ass against his groin to get him even harder and hotter for her.
With a moan, Justin swept his wet tongue over her cunt.
"Eat me, Justin darling!" the stripper commanded haughtily, twisting her long legs to shove her tasty cunt closer to his slavering mouth. "I want you to eat my cunt for me-stick that hot tongue up into my box of toys and make me come! And then fuck me! Fuck that cunt with your big, hard cock!"
"Oh-yeah," Justin gasped as he went to work.
The other guy was busy, too, gathering Melissa's scented hair in his hands and rubbing his sweaty body against hers from behind, his greased dick sliding freely back and forth between her thighs. Licking his lips, Justin grasped her buttocks with both hands to pull her cunt against his mouth as he opened it wide and kissed her moist vulva, then drove his tongue between the tender folds of lush, blushing flesh and tickled the membranes that lined the honey pot. Melissa shuddered deliriously as that tongue drilled in and out of her trembling pussy and Bearded Stud yanked her head back over her shoulder so he could tongue-kiss with his unshaven lips. Two tongues stabbed into her various orifices as she felt her cunt getting hotter and wetter, spilling its frothy liquids into Justin's sucking mouth and exciting him to even greater oral exertions.
Grunting hoarsely as he ate her out, Justin eased two of his fingertips into her labia to pull them apart and make more room for his tongue. He thrust fingers and tongue deeper into her snatch to hold it open as his stiffened, probing, indefatigable tongue penetrated her creaming cunt again and again, driving Melissa frantic with awakening desire for cock as she writhed helplessly, trapped between the two muscular bodies. Her full breasts ached from the grip of Bearded Stud's rough fingers on the large, swollen nipples, and her well-cushioned asscheeks clenched and relaxed in turn as she felt the walls of her cervix and vaginal canal tense up and contract with a slight rippling spasm-a preview of coming attractions!
Her shameless, insatiable body welcomed it all-the feel of the bearded guy's lips on her tits as he leaned down to suck on those nipples that had attracted his attention so...the way Justin moaned as he ran his tongue all around her cuntlips to lick up the moisture that sparkled on them before thrusting it against her clit and deep into her snatch again to lave it out... the fingers that ran all over her flesh, kneading, massaging, squeezing... the weight and mass and throbbing tension of the bearded stud's prick when she took it in her fist and began to jerk him off as he sucked on her tits so hungrily, as though he expected milk to spurt into his mouth from them at any moment. She pumped her hand up and down energetically on the thick shaft. The head of his cock was dark with blood and a gleaming trickle of semen already oozed out of the hole and dribbled down over her fingers. Justin was beating off with one hand, too, she noticed, as he plunged at least half of his other hand into her vulva and massaged her pussy roughly as he tore his smeared mouth away from her cunt to catch his breath and look up at her with glazed eyes.
"Want to get fucked, baby?" he asked. A rhetorical question if she'd ever heard one!
But Bearded Stud was too aroused by now to hang around waiting for sloppy seconds. He lifted his head from her tits and moved back to his former position, standing behind Melissa and jamming his body against hers. He took his cock in his fist and rammed it up under the redhead's butt and between her parted thighs. That blunt, oily cockhead rubbed over her russet-furred perineum for a second, then ground up into the mushy space between her wide-spread pussylips. Justin was generously keeping his fingers buried in Melissa's snatch to hold it open for Bearded Stud; now he used his other hand to stuff the head of the other guy's hard-on between Melissa's labia and up into her cunt. Greater love hath no man than this! was what Sebastian Briggs would probably have said.
"Fuck the bitch, man! Let her have your dick!
Shove it into her! Ram it right up into that juicy cunt of hers and really throw a fuck into her!" Justin cried excitedly, caressing Melissa's breasts with one hand and Bearded Stud's muscular ass with the other.
"She's too tight," Bearded Stud complained as he manfully strove to insert the rest of his colossal cock into her.
"Bullshit!" Melissa hissed, exasperated by this frustrating delay. "I've taken dicks twice as big as yours in my day, sonny boy!" She humped her pelvis downwards and spread her legs to open up her cunt more, then let out a triumphant cry of fulfillment as she felt her efforts being rewarded as that immense dick tore through her splitting labia, shoving them aside, and wedged itself up into her cervix with a terrific, burning friction that almost gave her an orgasm at once. She leaned back against the gasping, stunned Bearded Stud and impaled herself upon his turgid manhood to the thick root. He stroked her breasts and hips as he began to fuck her, still unable to believe that she'd taken him so easily, so completely-Justin, watching that huge pole pump in and out of his stripper friend's tight cunt, thought he was going to have a heart attack as he gaped at the erotic tableau taking place mere inches from his face. The hilt of that pulsing horse cock and the bull-like balls were visible; the rest of the tool was buried deep inside Melissa's twat. The sexy stripper had thrown her ass into high gear, literally screwing her cunt down upon the impaling prick to get maximum friction as her fine-tuned labia gripped the shaft and, flexing rapidly with little fluttering motions around it, massaged it like a warm, wet mouth, bring Bearded Stud close to blasting his swollen nuts every time he thrust up into that juicy snatch.
Justin moved in closer and began to stroke the base of Bearded Stud's cock where it disappeared in Melissa's pussy, and kissed the redhead's nipples as the fucker had done, mouthing the rosy nubs passionately. His fingers toyed with the other man's huge balls as he screwed Melissa. He didn't seem to mind: on the contrary, the sudden pressure on his nuts was just what Bearded Stud needed to blast inside that tormenting twat. He groaned as, shuddering violently from head to foot, he unloaded, his cock leaping and twitching within the soft but unrelenting grip of Melissa's pussy as he flooded it with his come-thick bursts of warm creaminess that filled her cuntal canals to overflowing and leaked out to wet Justin's caressing fingers.
"Ohhhhh-ahhhhh," Melissa moaned as her own orgasm seized her. "I'm coming-coming--coming! Ah, yes, yes, oh fuck yes! I'm coming again and again on your beautiful big cock! Fuck it into me while I come! Justin, suck on my tits some more, do it really hard, bite them please, oh yes, oh God! Ahhhhhh-!" Her cunt convulsed in multiple orgasm as Bearded Stud tightened his muscular buttocks to pump the last spurts of his jazz into her vaginal reservoir. Then he slumped, went limp against her body, and yanked his dripping dick out of her without further ado and stumbled off to climb into the big wooden tub and recuperate there. Melissa's cunt cried out in mute anguish for something to fill it-and Justin obliged at once, entering her brutally, quickly, sinking his smaller but by no means despicable endowment deep into her come-saturated tissues in a single gut-clutching thrust. He fucked her furiously as her cunt clamped shut again around the cylindrical stuffing that had been shoved up into it and that was already stretching her cervix wider open and sliding rapidly, roughly, back and forth within that narrow tunnel, forcing the tender vaginal membranes to move with it... "Oh fuck," Melissa said. "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck-!" She could already feel another series of crushing spasms approaching deep in her body as Justin screwed her...
Afterwards, she and Justin joined the people in the tub; but Melissa didn't stay in the steaming water long. She was just getting warmed up. She wrapped a towel around her body and wandered back into the living room. Somebody had produced a box of amyl nitrate capsules and was passing them around. Couples and trios were balling on the floor.
She found the Italian boy Bearded Stud had mentioned and introduced herself to him...five minutes later she was leading him into an unoccupied bedroom and undressing him. He was only eighteen, and very shy; he dove underneath the satin sheets of the bed and pulled them up to his chin when Melissa dropped her towel. She joined him under the sheets and they began to kiss and cuddle-until she couldn't restrain herself any longer and began to move her fingers up and down the boy's naked body.
Arturo (this time she'd taken the time to learn her partner's name) still didn't seem to quite know what to do, so she guided his hands to her breasts and invited him to play with her nipples. If that didn't get the kid warmed up, she'd write him off as hopeless. Then Melissa pulled his handsome face lower so that his lush red mouth could cup the point of her left breast, assisted by his kneading fingers... at least he showed himself quite proficient at breast-feeding; so she decided it was time to initiate him further. In no time the soothing but stimulating grasp of her busy fingers had made his cock swell to four times its size when soft. She pulled his dark head away from her boobs and down towards her pussy, at the same time slithering around herself so she could go down on Arturo while he ate her cunt. To her surprise, he got the hang of cunnilingus almost at once and was soon slurping away at the delicious dish between her satiny thighs as though he'd been nourished on hot pussy all his life. Just as they finished devouring each other's genitals and Arturo was still hard and just about to put his cock inside Melissa's creaming cunt, the bedroom door, which she'd forgotten to secure, flew open and a naked blonde girl came rushing in, babbling, "Oh, hi! Is there any Koromex Jelly or Vaseline in here? We're out of it in the living room, and Paul Ericson is here and wants to screw as many girls as he can-he has such a big cock that we're all afraid to go first; but I said I would if we could find something to grease him up with to make it easier..."
Arturo was already half-dressed in his shirt and bikini underpants, blushing scarlet and beating a hasty retreat at this interruption; Melissa decided to let him go. She'd catch him again in a couple of years after he'd lost his cherry once and for all and knew what to do with his equipment. The thought of fucking Paul Ericson thrilled her. He was a top star and gorgeous, and it was rumored that he was hung like a chandelier. Apparently, those rumors were true... she'd soon find out. She jumped out of the rumpled bed and pushed her way past the dumb blonde bitch who was afraid to take Paul Ericson on dry. How stupid could a girl get?
When she got to the living room, Melissa couldn't believe the scene that greeted her. Justin was on the floor in front of the fireplace with a brunette nymphet sitting on his chest and being vigorously eaten out by him; while, down below, another girl was taking Justin's cock into her, mouth and throat in large gulping swallows, up and down, in and out; while Paul Ericson-stark naked and sporting the largest hard-on, cock-ringed yet, that Melissa had ever seen in her life, was directing the entire scene, at the same time managing to fondle a voluptuous older woman from behind with a hand which went through her legs and up into her writhing, wet cunt as she pressed her body against a third guy who was tongue-kissing her and feeling up her huge breasts. About a dozen guests had stopped whatever they were doing themselves to watch the movie actor make his directorial debut... whenever Ericson raised his head to shout encouragement to someone, he used his free hand to push the kneeling girl's mouth further down on Justin's lucky prick. Paul Ericson was six-foot-two, a husky blond Viking; but his eyes were dull and red-rimmed tonight from sniffing either poppers or coke. He had plenty of company, though... the scene was just wild!
"So you're that juicy Georgia Peach that Justin, here, has been telling me all about," Paul leered up at Melissa as she approached him, nude and curious. "Think you can handle it, honey?" He thrust his hips at her to display his titanic endowment. It belonged in a freak show; but Melissa felt only an overpowering lust to impale herself upon that maypole-even if it killed her! A big celebrity like Paul Ericson-and he was gorgeous and hung like that besides!
"I've handled worse," she boasted.
He merely grunted, then offered her the box of amyl nitrates; when Melissa declined, he momentarily lost interest in her. Paul shoved the kneeling girl's head down into Justin's crotch. Melissa certainly didn't know where she put all that cock, but she seemed to be enjoying herself as she deep-throated Justin nonstop, never even coming up for air.
Paul pulled his wet fingers out of the older woman's cunt and wiped them on Melissa's breast-cupping the ripe pear-shaped mound firmly, his fingers digging into her flesh until she winced. Then he put his other hand on the back of her neck and forced her head down.
"Suck me," he said coldly, as he pushed her down onto her knees on the floor in front of his big body.
Everyone was watching the two of them-even the girl whom Justin was eating had turned her head to look. Melissa gaped at the monstrous phallus that Paul Ericson was thrusting at her face. That penis looked even more enormous close up... the pressure of his hands on her shoulders was unmistakable, a vise-like grip guiding her into the position in which, surrounded by leering strangers, she was expected to accommodate him with her mouth. Melissa shrugged as she raised one hand to brush her long red hair back from her face. She'd never know if she could take that thing until she tried..
She managed to lick her lips to moisten them just before Paul leaned down and jammed his thumbs at her jaw, pushing it open, making her part her luscious lips and form her mouth into a wide oval for him. Melissa pushed her face against his crotch. The thick, rigid shaft of his member brushed against her blushing cheek and then she felt the huge smooth bulb of the foreskin-sheathed knob pressing against her lips. Moaning, she let the head of the big penis penetrate her mouth. Paul's hands clasped around the back of her head, pushing her face into his groin, rubbing her nose in his wiry blond pubic bush, as the whole of his rubbery cockhead slammed deep into her oral cavity, filling it-bloating it! God! Melissa shivered uncontrollably, as though someone had poured icy water down her naked back, as she strained to close her mouth around the frenulum of his cock. She had just the tip of it in her mouth, and it was uncomfortably bulky-she'd never be able to take the rest! No way! It would choke her to death for sure if she tried... if he tried to force her...
She gagged and panicked momentarily when the rounded dome of the dickhead settled against the top of her throat, pressing hard into the rear of her full mouth. Then, realizing that she could still breathe through her flared nostrils, taking a deep breath through them and savoring the musky odor of the actor's sweaty crotch, Melissa forced herself to relax as Paul fed another inch of solid cockshaft through her lips. She moved her tongue out of the way to make more room in her mouth, rotating it around his bulky shaft. And she began to apply a light, firm suction around the head of the penis, straining her head back against Paul's grip to avoid sucking the cock down into her windpipe just yet. He allowed her to pull back a little, giving her, her "head," as it were, as she eagerly increased the suction, pulling on the shaft with her lips, hollowing her cheeks, giving him more aggressive caresses with the tip of her wet, slithery tongue.
Christ! He was getting harder-bigger-as she worked on him! It just wasn't possible-the guy had to be some kind of freak! His cock stirred and swelled within her mouth; she felt it; her mouth had to open even wider... there was more pressure between her gaping lips, an ever-growing bulkiness shaping her bruised mouth into an obscene circle around it; there was a steady, insistent pressure against the back of her mouth as the crown of the engorging joint ballooned and inflated. Her tongue tested the amazing dimensions the prick was swelling to, flickering this way and that over the shaft.
Melissa was beginning to enjoy herself. It was easily the biggest cock she'd ever sucked, and a thrill of pride ran through her as she realized that she was doing a damn good job on it, now that her initial fear had subsided. She reared up on her knees, burying her face in his crotch, stretching her body languidly and tilting her head back to accommodate the forceful elongation that was now slipping down into her throat inch by thick, filling inch... she glanced upwards at Paul and winked-she couldn't smile!-and, as he let go of her head and began to grunt and move his hips against her face, fucking her mouth in a steady rhythm, she began to bob her head back and forth even faster than he was silently urging her to by his lewd movements.
Ignoring the lewd exclamations of awe and the amazed comments of the spectators, Melissa gripped the backs of Paul's powerful thighs, then his buttocks, holding onto him as her head jerked up and down in a blur, her silky hair flying, a series of incoherent ummmphs, urrghs, and ooohs dribbling from her saliva-trickling lips as she sucked and sucked, her breasts rising and falling as she drew deep, desperate breaths, her nude body gleaming with sweat, her fingers straying between her parted thighs to soothe her inflamed cuntlips.
Paul gasped suddenly, and pulled his cock all the way out of Melissa's mouth and throat. "That's enough of that," the blond bastard grunted. "I want to see if the other hole's that good!"
Melissa stood up, glad to stretch herself and relieve the aching in her legs from having knelt so long... her mouth and throat were also grateful for the rest! She spread her legs and' put her hands on her hips, thrusting her breasts out proudly and tossing her red hair over her shoulders. "Anytime you're ready, big man," she sneered, feeling quite sure of herself now. She'd cut Mr. Super-cock down to size!
He stepped closer to her, his gigantic cock swaying between his thighs, the head and shaft glistening from the saliva she'd bathed them in. It was like an enormous blunt-ended log raised in readiness for her, and for a moment doubts about her ability to take it and survive the experience occurred to her again. But it was too late to back down now! Two of the male guests, one of them none other than her old acquaintance Bearded Stud, were kneeling on either side of her on the floor, grasping her ankles and pulling her feet remorselessly apart; apparently they knew only too well the difficulty involved in ramming Paul Ericson's cock into a normal-sized snatch. Another man stepped up behind Melissa and supported her by pressing his palms against her back: otherwise she would have fallen, for her legs were now spread too wide to enable her to stand comfortably. And Paul was rubbing his chest against her breasts, trying to thrust himself up into her. She gritted her teeth and pushed her pelvis down and out to help, but it looked like a truly impossible fit. Her slippery vaginal crevice merely skated back and forth across the end of his monstrous shaft!
Then the guy standing behind inserted both his index fingers into her too-tight cuntal crevice and began to spread it wide open. Melissa whimpered as the guy coaxed her elastic lips apart, stretching them, widening the entrance to her vulva so that it began to yield to the unbelievably painful insertion of that massive penis.
She was helpless, unable to call a halt to this torturous rape of her body even had she wanted to; she could only stare down incredulously as Paul wormed his way up into her cunt. His prick had forced the vaginal lips far enough apart bo that its bludgeoning head had half-disappeared into her twat. There was a fantastic, constant pressure between the straining sockets of her thighbones, against the bony plates of her pelvis, which grated as Paul's horse cock began to jack them apart. Those fingers in her cunt tugged harder, making her gasp with pain; but the rim of her pussy stretched ever wider, forming a broad oval around the cockshaft that was entering it inch by inch, yielding bit by bit as the penetration continued. The guy standing behind Melissa eased his fingers out of her taut pussy rim, reached up and began pushing down on her shoulders, adding her weight to the forces that were working towards the awesome coupling of huge cock with tiny cunt.
Despite her struggles, her hysterical protestations and pleas to go Blower, not to tear her pussy right open, her legs were being tugged even farther apart, her pelvis was being shoved back under her until nearly all of her weight and that of the man holding her from behind was concentrated on the last millimeter of expanding cuntal crater that spread itself bit by tense, straining bit over the thick pillar of the penis. Melissa felt a dreadful splitting sensation rip through her womb and knew that the head of that awful cock had pierced the portals of her cunt completely and was buried well within her...it was as bad as losing her cherry a second time: she fully expected to see blood spurt from her wounded cunt at any moment.
"Ahhh-no!" she groaned, sick with pain and terror, as her body bore down upon the impaling fence-post of a prick and her cunt convulsed not with orgasmic ecstasy but with raw pain! "Oh, God! Fuck, no! No! It's just too fucking big, it can't even be human, nobody could take it, oh no, oh, oh, no, I can't, you're killing me, tearing me apart, my poor cunt-!" She stopped pleading with them and simply opened her mouth wide and screamed, piercingly, as Paul thrust himself eagerly upwards and rammed another third of his cock into her delicate private parts, raping them viciously.
The guests were wide-eyed with erotic shock as they watched the movie star's notorious organ disappear by slow, scream-punctuated degrees into the sultry redhead's traumatized body.
She was sinking down upon it inexorably, her crotch nakedly distorted around the shaft, cloven grotesquely by Paul's sheer bulk. She could feel her womb being already stretched to its bursting point as he began to fuck her with that baseball bat, driving it in and out of the elastic cylinder of her cuntal canal in slow, powerful strokes. She raised her legs and wrapped them around Paul's hips, and threw her arms around his neck, so that she was supported only by his prick as it pistoned remorselessly in and out of her body. In and out, down and forward, back and forth, fucking her and fucking her and fucking her as her vaginal secretions flowed in unusual quantities in a desperate, instinctive effort to lubricate the mighty cock that was devastating her cunt with each thrust and withdrawal.
They were both panting like a pair of rutting animals as their eyes met; but the sneering cynicism on the handsome blonde's face had changed to undisguised admiration and lust as Melissa rode him as no other woman had ridden him before. He grinned lasciviously at her through the sweat that ran down his face, and Melissa felt a sudden surge of elation. It wasn't really so bad, after all. She was doing it-fucking that big cock that the other girls were afraid of! She found new strength, new endurance, and began to work with Paul's thrusts instead of against them, and the big man grunted with satisfaction as his cock plowed in and out of her with much less effort. Her cries of delirious joy rained down on him as they pumped laboriously together until Melissa felt her insides gradually turning to warm liquid jelly, all her nerves seemingly clustered around the prick that churned about within her cunt. She ground her body down on it in a furious screwing motion, feeling every solid inch of the thick shaft slide up through her knotted cuntal muscles and massage the very depths of her spasming vagina. God! how fucking good it felt now that she had gotten used to it!
Paul Ericson lunged up into her more and more violently. Each stroke of his massive rod ignited fireworks of passion within her body as her blazing vaginal tissues responded to the fierce caress of his cock. She drove her tortured body past the point of pain to a new level of pleasure and fulfillment. The fire that spread throughout her body was unlike anything she had ever experienced or even dreamed about! She closed her eyes and threw her head back, feeling her whole body become a single tight sheath of cringing flesh wrapped tightly around that enormous penis. Successive orgasms shook her cunt, one after the other, each more intense, more draining, more satisfying, than the last, until she was screaming for sheer joy. And then, thrillingly, Paul's raping engine-like cock seemed to swell up even larger within her body and there was a breathtaking pressure and friction just before he exploded in her cunt, blasting his scalding sperm up into her very soul, penetrating the extremities of her thoroughly-fucked body as she surrendered herself completely to his lust and felt herself orgasming again and again and again, endlessly it seemed, around his erupting prick. She wanted it to go on forever...and maybe it would...