Chapter 12
Under the circumstances, Melissa threw a party. It seemed the smartest thing to do.
While in the kitchen arranging bottles of Michelob, sandwiches and assorted snacks on a tray, Melissa suffered a stab of guilt. Robyn's defection bothered her. She largely felt that had she spent more time with her, trying to make sense of her growing restlessness, her discovery at the leather bar would never have happened.
Robyn wasn't sad over her expulsion from the group. Melissa, having gone to her home to help pack her things, found a strangely euphoric Robyn.
"I'm free," she sang when answering the door. "I can do as I wish."
"Free?" Melissa echoed, dejected. Her defection meant that she had to move out of the home the men bought her. As an ex-Babe, they wouldn't make her mortgage payments, nor give her the items accorded one. Robyn was forced to live on her own, provide for herself.
"You feel that's better?'
"Absolutely. I've discovered a new lifestyle that's exciting and fulfilling. Oh, I'll admit that I agonized when they learned my secret. It doesn't matter anymore. I can wholeheartedly embrace my new lifestyle without worrying. I'll get a job to support myself. I don't need the men to pay my bills."
Melissa picked up the leather studded slave collar that sat in a box. "Are you sure this is what you want?"
"Yes." She put an arm around Melissa. "You wear one, too, honey, except it's invisible. As a Police Babe, you lead a servant's existence."
"I can't see the comparison."
"One day, you will, and if you're smart, you'll get out."
Robyn's words haunted her. Melissa couldn't believe her lifestyle choice lacked meaning while Robyn's was superior.
She carried the tray into the family room. Dennis, Pete, John and Larry sat. On the floor, Cathy lavishly ate Buffy. Both girls were completely naked, giving the men an "appetizer" before the real action started. Cathy devoured that wet pussy as though she hadn't indulged herself for months. Her tongue speared that glistening pulp, dividing those folds with some luxurious swirls.
Buffy moaned from those ferocious slurps.
Her spine arched as she digested her furious tip. Her gorgeous face, framed by those sleek thighs, became lined with tension. She twisted in that tangle of exquisite flesh, pelting Cathy's chin.
Cathy gulped her perfumed drippage. Her blonde mane tumbled over Buffy's midsection, only to be whipped back before she could down that second mouthful.
Buffy dove between Cathy's legs and reciprocated. She licked her until Cathy shuddered. The smell of pussy permeated the air.
Buffy's cunt moistened from the exotic curl of Cathy's tongue. Part of Melissa wanted to sit on her face. She had Cathy before, and knew the luxury behind those licks.
Melissa, setting down the tray on her cocktail table, felt a warm draft against her neck, followed by a pair of hungry lips. Pete's muscular chest pressed against her back. His hands enclosed her waist and dragged her to his swollen crotch. Something rigid stroked the groove of her ass.
Her eyes rolled up in their sockets. Pete wanted to get it on with her. He rubbed himself to her, feeding her his horny vibrations. The friction of that rigid cock lit her fuse. Melissa responded to him. His impatient manner intoxicated her.
"You look mighty good tonight, babe," he muttered in her ear.
His hand left her waist and swerved in front. Melissa moaned as he squeezed her mound. He stroked her pussy, getting her juicier by the second. She shivered from his demanding fingers.
Her immediate reflex was to grope him. Melissa smoothed her palm over the bulge in his pants. The heat of his erection caused her to shake. He protruded heavily from his jeans.
The girls proceeded to munch on each other. Buffy clamped her mouth over Cathy's cunt and gulped the abundant juices. There was no shortage of nectar. Even when she lifted her face, more gushed from her pussy.
Cathy slobbered her in return. She nibbled her clit. Buffy rotated her hips with an agonizing moan. Her darting tongue snagged those damp flaps and pried them apart. She murmured while feeding upon her cunt.
Melissa surveyed the girls while that large thumb unfastened the snap to her jeans. Her zipper loudly descended. His tongue grazed her ear lobe. Warm air fluttered at her neck. Shivers ran along her spine.
She stroked the protrusion in his jeans. Pete, rock-solid, groaned from her feathery touch. "Did those naughty girls get you all worked up?"
"No," he muttered, "your beautiful ass did."
Melissa smiled. "What should we do about that?"
He squeezed her mound until she shivered. "You figure it out."
Having opened her jeans, he got to her pussy. He dipped into her panties, fondling her furry snatch. Melissa perceived his grunt of approval. Sticking it into her obviously excited him; the strength in his grope illustrated his liking. Melissa sobbed from his abrupt squeeze.
"Yeah," she whimpered. "Let's figure it out together."
He dipped into her pussy. Her sodden lips yielded to his shifting fingers. She oozed into his palm. Moisture dripped from her aroused muff.
His thumb brushed her clit. Strong voltage coursed through the vessels of her being. Pleasure radiated from that point of inflammation. She quivered as he worked her love button.
His mouth resumed its dizzying suck. He attached himself to her neck and brought those luscious sensations to a boil. His lips circled and drew upon her susceptible flesh.
Her nipples strained through her T-shirt as a result of his appetizing disturbance. Sensing her mounting pleasure, he bunched her tits until the nubs were in perfect alignment. He momentarily displaced his masturbating hand. Melissa smelled her pussy on his fingers.
Using those sticky digits, he caressed her thick stubs. He encompassed her tits with one hand and slowly lubricated those hard pebbles. Her body howled with joy as he stroked her.
His other hand went into her panties. Within seconds, Melissa felt the entrance of two fingers. Her jaw dropped as he drilled into her wet snatch. Back and forth he journeyed, moving through hot squish.
Melissa gyrated her hips and moaned. Latching onto those probing digits, she fucked them. Melissa listened to the slick sounds of her cunt greasing him.
Pete sent her into a frenzy.
Cathy and Buffy were oblivious to her seduction. Their consumption of pussy overwrote their curiosity. They mouthed that tender section, partaking of the spouting nectar.
Weak from his ravaging, Melissa bent over and grasped the back of a chair. Her knees threatened to bow. She shoved her ass at him, imploring he do what his body demanded.
He unzipped, then massaged his jutting cock. Melissa saw it heading toward her. He angled himself for entry, then sank into her cunt. Nothing rivaled the thrill of initial penetration. She felt hardness slice into her pussy. Her nails dug into the chair. Oh, God. Adrenaline swept through her body.
Those cum-packed balls spanked her ass. His wallop served as confirmation of his incorrigible lust. That monster yawned in and out of her pussy. Carrying the swollen mass caused her to break into a sweat. A whole lot of man drove into that wet, pulpy space.
Pete began fingering her clit. Melissa was amazed at his skill for hitting the right spot. He had an uncanny rhythm. Her clit hummed beneath his circular stroke.
She shoved herself back, looking for more of him. He put it right where it belonged, where it mattered. He stuffed her cunt with cock. She gyrated her hips, accelerating her intake.
While Melissa got fucked doggie-style, John strode up to her. He had a big boner protruding from the front of his pants. Melissa listened to the metal teeth of his fly separate, then saw his thick shaft stretch his cotton briefs. He yanked down the elastic band and let his thing jut from his fly and curve to her mouth. A bead of cum oozed from the purplish knob.
"Suck," John commanded, leaning toward her mouth. "Suck."
Without hesitation, Melissa did as instructed. Her lips went around the head, then pulled him inside. His pulsations were strong and prevalent. She sucked his dick, squashing him with her tongue and wiggling all around. Clasping his base, Melissa effected a stirring massage. John appreciated her tantalizing tempo. He swayed before her, groaning.
"Christ," he grunted, sliding in and out of her snug ring. "Oh, yeah. Suck me to the root." He plunged himself until those balls rested on her chin. He held his stem to her lips, then slowly drew back. His prolonged exhalations informed her of his bliss.
Cathy made Buffy cum. Melissa heard her climax in the background. Dennis moved toward them with his pants down and cock up. Melissa couldn't see what was happening, but immediately heard Cathy's sob and Dennis's grunt.
Larry waited a minute, then whipped out his dick and joined them. Buffy's sob rose above the din.
Although Melissa partially listened, John and Pete kept her busy. Pete was jabbing her from behind with cock. Ignoring that solid, blunt thing proved impossible. She heard, as well as felt, his sure thrusts.
Melissa gobbled John to the base. She caressed his balls while easing him down her throat. His salty male essence filled her nostrils. The sweat from his balls and pubic thatch carried an intoxicating aroma.
She realized, after receiving that hard dick, that she was close to cumming. Her pussy churned with excitement. Solid male flesh collided with squishy female pulp. Being of ample width, Pete also brushed her clit.
John took note of her disorientation. "She's gonna cum," he mentioned. "Keep fucking her, pal. Ram it. Yeah." He cupped the back of her head, pistoning his hips. "Stay with it, baby. I'm about to jizz."
Melissa merely drew on the rotund head. Coiling her fingers about his base, she masturbated him. He trembled as she doubled her jerking speed.
His mouth dropped open. His jaw hung as though suspended by wire. "Oh, yeah. I'm gonna squirt, baby. Oh, yeah. Don't stop."
Melissa did as she was told. Weakness, unfortunately, flooded her. The cock spearing her cunt knocked her cold. He rubbed her deep, inner walls. Her reaction to that tugging and pushing sent her over the edge. She tightened around him, then spasmed.
John kept fucking her mouth. Melissa whimpered against his captured flesh. Her lips quivered as he charged into her, sliding into her throat. After a moment, he groaned. "I'm cumming, baby. Swallow it."
"Jesus," Pete gasped, shuddering with orgasm. Buried in her cunt, he moved his hips to gain benefit of the friction. He twitched in her pussy while discharging. "Oh, yeah."
The doorbell rang moments later. Melissa disentangled herself from John and Pete, expecting to find Stacy. For some reason, she was extremely late. She left a message for her on the recorder.
Upon swinging back the door, she found Joe with Bonnie draped on his arm. Melissa did a double take. She mouthed the words "Are you crazy?" to him.
Joe wasn't the least concerned. "Sorry we're late. We were detained."
"Yes," Bonnie purred, snuggling against him. "Something big kept getting in the way, and I had to take care of it."
Melissa's lips thinned. Bonnie was almost a decade younger and wildly attractive. She also did not belong in their group. Joe's nonchalance seemed to indicate otherwise.
Buffy, spotting her sister at the door, threw on a robe. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"I'm the newest Police Babe," Bonnie boasted. "Isn't it great?"
"No way!" Buffy glared at Joe. "How dare you bring her here. Are you out of your nut?"
"We need some fresh talent," Joe mentioned, oblivious to her withering gaze. "With Robyn gone, we're short. Besides, I've personally trained her."
"You have?" Buffy and Melissa chorused in shock.
"He certainly has," Bonnie sassed, cuddling Joe. "You may as well know, I loved every second of it." To her older sister, she snipped, "Unfortunately, I don't have a Certificate of Completion to show you. You'll simply have to take my word."
Buffy's nostrils flared. "I won't have it! I refuse to let her into this group!"
"It's too late," Joe said. "She's a Babe."
Bonnie hung onto Joe, as though she'd laid territorial claim to him. He seemed captivated with her possessiveness.
The telephone interrupted Melissa's gloomy thoughts. Rather than allow herself to get depressed, she went to answer it.
Buffy picked up an ashtray and hurled it at the wall. It exploded in pieces. "God damn it!"
Bonnie released Joe's arm and wagged a finger at her. "Cut the shit out, sis, or I'll tell Mom everything. She won't think you're the better daughter anymore."
Buffy's outburst promptly dissipated. "It works for me."
"Melissa," Stacy's voice came over the receiver, "I won't be able to make it. Sorry it took me so long to get back to you."
"That's okay," Melissa sighed. "We just had a bit of a surprise dumped in our laps."
"We'll talk tomorrow."
Melissa replaced the receiver. She didn't feel comfortable about Bonnie's entrance into their fold. The younger girl had an ego worse than Buffy's.
Christ, she thought. Could she stand two of them?
Stacy lowered the instrument to its hook, then glanced at Wes. "I don't know if I can go through with this," she whispered. "I could be making a huge mistake."
Wes smiled while wrapping her with his arms. "It'll be fine. I can offer you a more fulfilling future."
Stacy clung to that belief. Her suitcases were fully packed and ready to go into the car. By morning, they would be hundreds of miles away.
"It's better this way," he added. "I've never liked saying good-byes. They're too emotionally draining."
She nodded. "I don't think I could look at them in the eye."
"I'm glad you decided to come with me, Stace. You won't be sorry."
"I hope not."
What's happening with the Police Babes? Is major chaos in store for them? Watch for the next installment soon!