Chapter 2
Melinda rushed home to deliver the sensational news to her roommate, Lizzy, but when she reached their three-room, fourth floor walkup on East Seventy-Third Street, the only trace of Lizzy she found was a hastily scribbled note taped to the bathroom mirror: "Out on the town with Scott. Seeya' later. L."
Melinda sighed, disappointed. The biggest break of her career and no one to share it with. Yet with her flaky roommate and her outrageous boyfriend out for the evening, Melinda had the apartment all to herself. After a light supper, she disrobed and stepped into a steaming hot shower. She cleansed herself thoroughly, scrubbing away any lingering trace of the day's dirty deed. The pulsating spray soothed her aching muscles as she generously lathered her breasts, thighs and belly, her soapy hands concentrating on the raw flesh in and around her crotch.
As she closed her eyes and dowsed her head, Melinda recalled a typical scene from countless horror films in which a beautiful young woman is attacked by a knife-wielding psychotic as she stands helplessly in the shower. At that very moment, the shower curtain was torn aside and standing there beside the bathtub was a man in a grotesque Halloween mask and brandishing a meat cleaver. Melinda screamed and backed up against the pink tile wall, her wet, naked body at the mercy of her attacker.
Suddenly someone appeared behind the intruder. As the steam lifted, she recognized her roommate.
"Surprise!" laughed Lizzy.
The would-be maniac lowered his weapon and removed his mask. "Not bad," smiled Scott, assessing the attributes of his mortified victim. "Not bad at all."
"You lunatics!" Melinda angrily shrieked. "Get out of here!" She snatched the shower curtain from Scott's hand and used it to cover herself as the practical jokers left the room howling with laughter.
Melinda emerged moments later in a skimpy bathrobe that barely contained her ample cleavage. "You bastards!" she raged. "You scared the hell out of me!"
"You should have seen your face," chuckled Lizzy, shaking her curly mane of dark brown hair, tears of mirth glistening in her blue eyes.
"Who noticed her face?" quipped Scott, looking more like a long-haired, teenage prankster than part owner of a Greenwich Village cabaret.
"It's not funny!" Melinda insisted, only to find that she couldn't keep a straight face either. "You two deserve each other. You're absolutely insane."
The three of them sat down on the living room floor where several Oriental cushions were conveniently strewn about. The laughter subsided and Scott remarked to Melinda," I meant what I said in the bathroom. Not bad at all. You've got nice big honkers."
"Oh, go fuck yourself," Melinda muttered.
"I have," he responded. "I was great."
"I'll vouch for that," Lizzy added enthusiastically, kissing him on the cheek, clearly infatuated and adoring every thoughtless word that passed his lips.
"I thought you two were going out for the evening," said Melinda.
"We tried getting into a movie," Lizzy reported. "Sold out. So we decided to come home and ball our brains out."
"Care to join us?" Scott invited hopefully.
"Thanks, but three into two won't go," Melinda sarcastically declined.
Scott shrugged. "You're welcome to watch. We could use a referee."
Lizzy poked his arm playfully and nibbled on his ear.
"If anyone is interested, I got the job," Melinda announced.
"What job?" asked Lizzy.
"The musical!" snapped Melinda, hurt by Lizzy's lack of interest. "I got one of the leads in an off-Broadway show. Now I won't have to go back to being a lousy waitress."
"Hey, terrific!" hailed Scott. "This calls for a celebration." He reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out a joint.
"I'll get the wine," chimed Lizzy, getting up and scurrying to the kitchen.
Scott lit up, took a deep drag and passed it to Melinda. She filled her lungs with the exotic blend and exhaled through her nose, toking until Lizzy returned with a bottle of chablis. While his girlfriend availed herself of the joint, Scott poured three glasses of wine. Melinda contributed to the mood by placing a progressive jazz record on her turntable. Between the pot, the wine and the stereo, the three of them were blissfully stoned in no time.
Melinda leaned back against a pile of cushions, closed her eyes and drifted with the music and her own lightheadedness. Minutes that seemed like hours passed and when she opened her eyes, she saw Lizzy and Scott rolling on the floor in a passionate embrace. She watched with amusement as they kissed and groped, fumbling to remove each other's clothing. When they succeeded in stripping themselves of their jeans and shirts, Melinda began to realize that the two of them were seriously horny and weren't about to stop for anything. Although Scott and Lizzy didn't seem to mind her presence, Melinda felt like a voyeur. And yet she didn't want to leave the room, fascinated and aroused by the sight of them, titillated when Scott unsnapped Lizzy's bra and yanked it away, exposing her small but supple breasts.
Melinda felt her own surge of desire as Scott's hand shoved its way into Lizzy's pink lace panties and scrounged around her crotch. Lizzy's hips rose off the floor as Scott sank his fingers into her quivering cunt and Melinda bit her lip with envious yearning. Then when he peeled Lizzy's panties up the slope of her parted thighs, over the arch of her knees and down to her ankles, Melinda placed her hand within her robe and squeezed her breasts, feeling her nipples harden at the touch. She held her breath to listen to their whimperings, longing to be a part of their intimacy but too shy to dare joining them.
There was no restraining Melinda, however, when Lizzy dispensed with Scott's briefs and his mammoth cock sprang into view. Melinda had never seen such an enormous male organ nor one so perfectly formed, as if it had been carved by a Renaissance sculptor. She estimated it to be nearly a foot long, although she had always assumed that claims of similar endowments were merely the product of wishful fantasies. She wondered how a prick that long and thick could possibly fit in a tight box like hers and she intended to find out.
Scott and Lizzy paused in their lovemaking and caught Melinda petting her pussy beneath the robe. Scott smiled and whispered, "No need for that. We'll take care of you."
He and Lizzy crawled over to Melinda and while one tugged on the knot of her belt, the other parted the folds of the robe, exposing her bountiful breasts. The garment fell from her shoulders and dropped to the floor, rendering her naked to her willing partners. They encouraged her to lie on her back and proceeded to cool her fevered brow with their soft, wet lips. Melinda closed her eyes and surrendered completely, tingling with sensuous anticipation as they took turns kissing her lips, her cheeks, her eyelids, every inch of her vibrant face. Their tongues plunged into her mouth, slithered into her ears, licked each side of her long, writhing neck. And as the three of them cuddled on the floor, their hands explored each other's body, roaming the tender curves and contours of flesh, caressing and fondling their most excitable parts.
As Melinda gently stroked their hair, Scott and Lizzy feasted on each of her heaving tits, sucking greedily on her red, raw nipples until they stood erect, pointed peaks glistening with saliva. Their mouths then drifted along her rippling ribs and around to her flat belly where their tongues mingled in the valley of her navel. Ticklish, Melinda squirmed uncontrollably. Scott and Lizzy responded by licking her thighs, a prelude to their most intimate designs.
Anticipating even greater delights and craving their indulgence, Melinda spread her legs wide, offering her saturated slit to whomever desired a serving of mouth-watering beaver. To Melinda's surprise, the adventuresome duo exceeded her expectations. While Scott wedged his head between her thighs and sucked pussy, Lizzy was content to lick out her asshole, uninhibitedly jabbing her tongue in and out of Melinda's anus. Scott expertly catered to her most intense of pleasures, pressing his entire face against her furry muff, lapping the drenched lips of her cunt and delving deep into the orifice before flicking her clit. The sensation of Scott and Lizzy's combined efforts had Melinda reeling. It was as if she had two clits, both about to ignite in an explosion of ecstasy.
Sensing Melinda's impending climax, Scott withdrew, sat back and watched as Lizzy curled up with her roommate and took her into a tender embrace. The two women rolled across the floor and back again, hugging, clutching and kissing, grinding their pussies together, locking arms and legs, grasping each other's thighs and buttocks, sucking each other's flaming nipples until they moaned like alley cats in heat.
The action became so tempestuous that Scott rejoined them, sandwiching himself between the two women, palming handfuls of tits and ass, smearing their lips with succulent kisses, frolicking in a mass of flesh, limbs and hair. Then he stretched out on his back with his flagpole at full mast and encouraged the ladies to help themselves. Melinda and Lizzy readily accommodated him, wrapping their tongues around his rigid meat, lapping the shaft, flicking the tip, their lips meeting in a kiss with his cock between them. Then while one bent his prick back and inserted it into her mouth, the other tongued his balls.
"Oh-h-h-h!" groaned Scott in unbearable pleasure as Melinda pumped his pecker in and out of her gaping mouth. "Blow me, you cocksucking bitches!"
But no matter how frantically Melinda slurped his schlong, Scott managed to hold back, determined to fuck the daylights out of two fine pieces of ass. When Melinda's jaw got tired, she removed him from her mouth and rolled aside to rest. Lizzy wasted no time mounting her inexhaustible stud and parking his humongous prick straight up her throbbing pussy. She jostled and jounced as if galloping in the saddle of an untamed stallion. As Lizzy pumped on his horn, Scott reached up and took her jiggling jugs in his firm grasp, squeezing and kneading them until her nipples were as hard as bullets. Then he sat up, still securely embedded, and wrapped his arms around her waist. As they rocked back and forth, Scott covered her tits with slobbering kisses and licks. Lizzy groaned and clung to her lover in sheer rapture, swiveling her hips in rhythm to his upward thrusts.
Then Scott shoved forward and forced her down to the floor. Hoisting her legs with his powerful arms, he fucked her in rapid-fire jabs, mercilessly ripping into her with all his strength. Lizzy responded with delirious delight, clawing his chest, spewing profanities in his face, licking the sweat that flowed from his face, neck and shoulders.
It became a test of endurance, his against hers, and Lizzy was the first to weaken. Unable to re strain herself, she clutched Scott's hair, pressed his face between her breasts and came with a shattering scream. Her body twitched as Scott slowly withdrew, his crane still stiff and drenched with her juices. He turned away from his exhausted partner and sought Melinda, who was sprawled out on her stomach, unaware that she had become Scott's object of desire.
She was startled when he fell upon her and rested his potent prod in the groove of her ass. "I always wondered how good you'd be," he murmured in her ear. "Now I intend to find out."
Enticed by his lustful determination, Melinda tried to turn over to accommodate him, but instead Scott insisted that she sit up on all fours, doggie-style, while he took her from behind. His lubricated cock penetrated her easily, sliding like a knife through warm butter, deep into her womb. Hands on her hips, Scott worked his tireless tool in and out of Melinda's taut, tight and tantalizing twat.
"M-m-m-m," she moaned, gyrating her hips counterclockwise to his grinding motion. "That's good. Oh-h-h-h, so good."
Scott's hands drifted up along her ribs and around her hanging breasts. He milked her tits while cramming her crotch, savoring this sweetest of conquests while his girlfriend Lizzy languished on the floor, rendered senseless by the wine, pot and pussy-pounding.
"Girl, your cunt is red-hot," Scott grunted. "I'm gonna' have to put out the fire."
He proceeded to prove his prowess, slamming her gash until she creamed. He timed their orgasms to coincide, spurting his seed deep into her sizzling slit. Melinda crumbled under the strain, smothered by his weight, saturated by his perspiration, breathlessly fulfilled. She felt his cock shrivel between her thighs, clammy semen oozing from her orifice.
Moments later, Lizzy crawled across the floor to join them. Melinda heard her roommate whisper something to her boyfriend, but was too exhausted to ask what was said. She was too weary as well to resist when they turned her over on her back and Lizzy spread Melinda's legs to lick the cum from her cunt. At first, Melinda was repulsed by the idea, but soon she found Lizzy's lapping a soothing and appropriate finale to the night's uninhibited activities. And when Scott offered her his soggy member, Melinda obligingly licked it clean, finding the heady mixture of his ejaculation and her pussy pudding a surprisingly delectable treat.
Then the three of them cuddled up and fell asleep on the floor as the record on the turntable played itself over and over all night long.