Chapter 1
The man on the screen had such a huge cock. Melissa had never actually seen a cock before, but she had a general idea of how big one was supposed to be and she was positive that this one was much, much larger.
The man was tall and skinny, and his dick had to be at least nine inches long. As Melissa stared wide-eyed at the screen, he held the salami-sized shaft in his fist and stroked the loose flesh up and down, making his prick even harder.
His dick seemed to grow and grow. Soon, there were blue veins visible along his thick pink shaft, and the stem of his cock was so hard that it stood straight out before him like a battering ram made of flesh. The man on the screen grinned and stroked his cock that much harder. The purplish, heart-shaped knob bloated and swelled. A trace of milky-white cream appeared at the slit in his cock's tip.
"Oh, Jesus," Melissa whispered. Staring bug-eyed at the screen, almost drunk with a mixture of horror and excitement, she felt a burning sensation tingling under her pantiesÿ-ÿin the curly haired lips of her virgin young cunt. Her nipples stiffened under her bra; her whole body seemed to ache and throb. Whatever this was, however awful and forbidden, Melissa knew that she was getting very turned on.
Melissa was sitting in the large, lavishly-furnished living room of a condominium apartment. The condominium belonged to Doug Cranston, a thirty-five-year-old executive who enjoyed going to parties. But Mr. Cranston had an infant son from a previous marriage, and somebody had to watch over him while Mr. Cranston was away.
That was Melissa's job. A teenage high school student, she was Mr. Cranston's babysitter. This was the third time she'd worked for him, and certainly the first time she'd discovered that he had a penchant for dirty home movies.
She'd never intended to find or look for the video cassettes. A box of them had been sitting innocently under the coffee table, in front of an enormous television console that must have cost several thousand dollars. Melissa had decided to play one of the cassettes out of pure boredom. The two-year-old, Jason, was sleeping soundly in his room; she had nothing else to do. It would be nice to be entertained by a good movie while waiting for Mr. Cranston to return.
But she had never guessed they would be dirty movies. Even the title of the first cassetteÿ-ÿ"Honey Gets Down"ÿ-ÿhadn't made her suspicious. In her innocence, Melissa had assumed it to be the title of some obscure foreign movie.
Melissa was a bright girl, and it had taken her only a few minutes to figure out how to operate the complicated machine. Then the credits had flashed, and the tall, slender, grinning man had appeared on the screen. As soon as he'd begun to take off his clothes, Melissa had realized that she'd stumbled on to something infinitely more entertaining than any ordinary theater feature.
Now the man was naked, still alone on the screen, still stroking his enormous, blood-swollen dick. His smile was wide and feverish, and he seemed to be staring at something off-camera.
Then a woman walked into the picture. A naked woman, with a lithe, athletic figure and a plain but attractive face. The woman walked up to the man and kissed him, wrapping her arms around his neck, then dropping one hand to the swollen shaft of his rigid cock.
So far no one had said anything, even though the video system was apparently equipped for sound. Perhaps this was a silent dirty movie, Melissa thought. Though it hard-ly mattered. With or without sound, she was about to see two people fucking.
The juices oozed continually out of her hairy, virgin pussy, until the crotchband of her panties was completely wet. Melissa squirmed miserably in her chair and rubbed her shapely thighs together. Embarrassed, she glanced around the condominium living room to make sure no one was watching her. She hoped this wouldn't make her so horny she'd have to finger-fuck herself.
Part of her excitement was a result of knowing that she was so much prettier than the woman on the screen, that if she'd been in the movie she could have shoved the woman out of the way and had this hugely-endowed man for herself. Melissa was short, but her body was incredibly voluptuous and her tits were huge. With her long, wavy brown hair and angelic face, she was easily one of the prettiest girls in her high school.
The woman on the screen continued to hug and kiss the man, teasing his big dick with her fingers. Then she fell slowly to her knees before him. Innocently, Melissa wondered what she was doing. Weren't they going to fuck now? Why did the woman want to have her face right up next to his cock?
But the woman looked quite pleased with her new position. She raised both arms and wrapped her hands tightly around the swollen shaft of his dick, one after the other like she was squeezing a baseball bat. For a moment, she simply stroked and jerked his massive hard-on up and down. Then she opened her mouthÿ-ÿand then she actually touched her tongue to the purplish crown of his cock!
"Oh, Jesus!" Melissa gasped. So it was true! Women actually did that! Melissa had heard girls at her high school talk about blowjobs and cock-sucking, but she'd never actually believed it was done. And the woman on the screen looked very excited as she tongued the man's cock-head. And so did the man.
The woman continued to kiss and lick the knob of his dick. Then she opened her mouth wide, popped his cock-head into her mouth, and closed her lips wetly around the shaft. As Melissa stared in disbelief, the woman began wetly sucking his huge, throbbing dick, visibly puckering her cheeks, bobbing her head back and forth.
Melissa was now so horny she could hardly stand it. Her whole cunt-mound was actually pulsing under her panties, and her body felt tingly and tight and hot. Every fiber of her being longed to be that woman on the screen. She imagined herself clasping her lips around that big, delicious-looking cock-shaft, rolling her tongue all over the sticky, jism-oozing knob.
She knew she had to do something. Melissa glanced furtively around the living room, then slid her hand under her sweater to fondle her large tits. Undoing the front clasp of her D-cup bra, she rubbed the spongy, swollen globe of her left tit. Her fat, dusky, pink nipples were stiff and tingly. Melissa pinched them, moving her hand to rub both her big tits, staring hotly at the action on the screen.
The woman seemed to become progressively more immersed in the act of cock-sucking. Her head bobbed closer to the man's lean belly, taking more of his monstrous prick between her wetly pursed lips. Her face was flushed with the wanton intensity of the blow-job. Savagely stroking the base of his dick with her right hand, she dropped her left between his thighs and toyed with the hairy, wrinkled sac of his balls.
"Unhhhh," Melissa sighed. She didn't want to jack off in Mr. Cranston's living room, but it was becoming harder to control herself. Rubbing her tits furiously with her right hand, she moved her left down the smooth expanse of her belly, caressing her rounded belly bulge. Gradually, her fingers strayed under the hem of her wraparound skirt.
Suddenly the woman pulled her head away, letting the man's twitching, jerking, saliva-and-cum-slicked prick pop out of her mouth. Melissa wondered what they were going to do now, and felt an absurd, momentary fear that the movie might be over.
Both the man and the woman dropped to the floor. The man lay flat on his back with his rock-hard cock standing up like an arrow. The woman straddled him, with her jiggling asscheeks facing the camera. Her knees dug into the floor to either side of his hips. She reached between her spread thighs and held the warmly-pulsing shaft of his dick, directing the knob to the hairy mouth of her pussy.
That did it. Melissa had to jack off. It didn't matter if this was Mr. Cranston's condominium or not. Her cunt was so wet that she was going to ruin her panties. She had to finger-fuck herself right away.
Undoing her skirt, Melissa threw it off and tossed it to the floor. As quickly as possible, she wriggled her bikini panties down her long, tapering, perfectly-shaped legs.
The woman on the screen rubbed the man's cum-spewing dick-head all over her pussy-lips. His prick was so huge that she seemed to have trouble getting it in her hole. Finally, she jammed the knob completely into the swollen slit of her cunt. Then she began to hump and grind her ass, forcing herself down, forcing more and more of his rigid dick up her soaking-wet cunt-tunnel.
Naked from the waist down, Melissa spread her legs wide apart and planted her heels into the sides of the easy chair. She pushed both hands through the thick curls running up her lower belly which fringed the small, pouting lips of her pussy.
For a moment, she simply rubbed her cunt with both hands. Then she slipped two fingers all the way into the greasy, clinging tunnel of her pussy and began to pump them in and out, finger-fucking herself as fast as she could. Her thumb caught her stiff clit and rolled it hard.
The woman and the man on the screen started fucking. Through dazed, half-lidded eyes, Melissa watched the woman's ass pumping rhythmically up and down, the cheeks jiggling, the underside of the man's enormous, rock-hard cock pumping in and out of the clinging slit of her hairy cunt.
"Unh, unh, unh .ÿ" Melissa grunted. Her cheeks were flushed red with lust. Her soft-cheeked, angelic, teenage face was composed in an obscene grimace of desire. Shaking her head back and forth, she fingerfucked her burning, wide-open pussy as hard as she could.
Faster and harder the man and woman on the screen fucked. Suddenly the camera angle changed. Melissa was now watching the front of the woman's body and the shaft of the man's dick. Clearly she could see the blue-veined shaft appearing out of and disappearing into the woman's cunt, seeming to vanish into the woman's belly with every thrust.
"Oh, God, oh, shit, unh, unh, unh .ÿ" Gasping and grunting continuously, Melissa jacked off with the driven intensity of a dog in heat. Her nipples were so stiff that they hurt her as her big tits jiggled inside her sweater. Frantically, Melissa tore off her sweater and tossed it onto the floor, leaving herself naked. Then she returned both hands to the aching fissure of her dripping wet cunt.
Now the man lifted his hips off the floor, ramming his nine-inch cock brutally into the woman's cunt-tunnel, meeting every one of her thrusts. His prick looked harder than ever before. Melissa could see a thick, blood-engorged vein standing out on the base of his dick, covered with the juices of the woman's gurgling cunt.
"Unh, unh, fuck her, oh, fuck her, ahh, ahnnnnhhhh .ÿ" Melissa could feel her pussy-muscles sucking around her fingers, tugging them deeper into her cunt. Her ass cheeks quivered as she humped her cunt-mound into her hand. Eagerly, she rubbed both of her big, jiggling tits, pinching her nipples, stabbing her fingers in and out of her open cunt.
Suddenly, the woman pulled up her hips, making the man's aching prick slip out of her pussy. His dick was now so hard that it looked as if its hardness would burst out of the encasing pink flesh. It was a close shot, and his meat filled the whole screen, twitching and throbbing and pulsing and jerking wildly up and down.
The woman's hand came into the picture. She held the shaft of his dick in her fist and violently jerked him off.
"Oh, God, do it, ah, hanh, ahhhh," Melissa whimpered. She stared bug-eyed at the screen, pumping her fingers in and out of her open cunt. "Do it to him, make him cum! God, yes, ahnnhhhh .ÿ"
Faster and faster the woman's hand raced up the shaft of the man's dick. Then his cockhead seemed to bloat outwardÿ-ÿand then an incredible explosion of creamy white liquid blasted out of the slit in his prick-head. Melissa knew it was jism, that the man was shooting his load of cum.
Again and again the gushers exploded from the tip of his dick, shooting up onto his belly and all over the woman's hand. Tightening her grip on his spurting prick, the woman furiously milked every last drop of his seed out of his cock-shaft, out of his balls.
"C-c-coming," Melissa gasped. She felt hot spasms burning deep inside her belly, making her nipples tingle, her asshole pucker in and out, her pussy-muscles suck around her fingers. "Unh, unh, yes, awww, yes-s-s-s-s, ahhhh .ÿ"
It was the hardest climax she'd ever had. Grimacing, Melissa jerked her hips off the chair and groaned as tingling spasms racked her body again and again. Then the heat in her cunt finally subsided. Sweating and panting, Melissa fell back into the cushions.
It was then that she realized she was no longer alone.
There was a man standing with her in the living room, in front of the open door of the condominium. He was a tall, thin man, about thirty-five years old, with a receding hairline and a short black mustache. The man's jaw was hanging open in shock at the spectacle of Melissa's mouthwatering body, her fingers buried in the juicy wetness of her pussy.
Melissa felt her cheeks flushing deeply with embarrassment and shame. It was Doug Cranston. Her babysitting employer had just caught her jacking off.