Chapter 1
Waking up from a short nap, I opened my eyes to Melanie's pretty face only inches away from mine. Her heavy auburn hair fell in lavish waves over her bare shoulders and back. My one hand clutched a huge melon-like breast that moved gently with her every breath. My other arm was wrapped around her small waist in a lustful hug. We were still lying sideways on our dilapidated office couch, my buttocks pressing into the well-worn cushions. One of Melanie's shapely legs was bent listlessly across my hip. My erect penis rested invisibly, but happily within her sperm filled vagina. I sighed contentedly as I recalled the fantastic balling we'd had on this very same faded divan just a little while ago, and especially the "coming together" before we fell into a deep slumber. With freshly aroused animal desire, I pushed my stiffness further into Melanie's pink-lipped box. The slushy sensations spread like electric through my outstretched body, erasing all thoughts of sleep.
Melanie stirred slightly, pressing her cheek close to mine. "What time is it, Ken?" she whispered, answering my love-thrusts with counter shoves from her own crotch.
I glanced over at the wall clock, "four forty-five," I yawned drowsily.
"I'm hungry, aren't you?" Melanie whined, as she ran her hand through my thick blonde hair and pushed down hard. "I sure hope somebody calls before quitting time."
Not answering, I yielded to the insistent pressure of her hand and maneuvered myself, so that I could bend my head toward her enticingly luscious tits. I managed to pop one of her pink nipples into my open mouth, kissing and nibbling it with greedy lips.
"We could sure use some bread to pay the overdue rent," Melanie went on in a flat voice, purring like a kitten.
"That's what you get for pulling a cop-out on that stag party with the midget fraternity," I scolded, looking up for just a minute.
"Jeez!" Melanie rolled her expressive green eyes in disgust. "What d'ya mean? How would you like to be mauled and balled by a bunch of tiny fat-gutted superfreaks, for Christ's sake? And you'd better believe it their dicks weren't so teeny either!"
I laughed in spite of myself as I struggled to slip my body under Melanie's seductive torso, all the time making sure that I wouldn't lose our coupled love-lock. At last, I lay on my back. Melanie's soft velvety legs straddled my pelvis, her knees bent at my sides.
"Never again! There's some shit I just can't eat, Ken!" Melanie went on as she squatted down more comfortably, her on-top position enabling her to slide down my cramming pillar with full force. The sight of her full bosoms almost drove me out of my mind. I reached up and grabbed the swaying fleshy mounds, raising my head far enough to stuff one delicious orb into my mouth, gagging and sucking in a blazing passion.
"What about you and Dr. Prickett, the famous obstetrician? He calls the exchange every day. Now that's what I call easy dough down the toilet," she rebuked me accusingly.
"You mean old prick face? Thank you, but no thanks!" I came up gulping for air. "Man, you don't know what a bummer it is to pretend-rape an aging faggot in full drag! No sir, that's not my bag!"
"Poor baby," Melanie sympathized lovingly, but sarcastically, rotating her furry patch on my damp groin in a regular rhythm. "Darling, remember, you're the one who's always dunning me with that old saying, 'you've got to pay the piper,' so...."
Just then, the telephone started ringing. It had been quiet so long that we both jumped involuntarily, and stared frozen and unbelievingly toward the instrument. It kept jangling away on the edge of the chipped desk, placed strategically right next to the couch beside my head.
"Money, honey!" Melanie yelled with glee, as she strained to reach past my head for the receiver, making sure not to lose her vise-like grip on my soaking organ. "Oh, my God! I hope it ain't those little bastards again," she groaned, as she hesitantly picked up the phone. She settled back down hard on my love pole with a loud "squish."
"Or that snatch quack," I sneered, feasting my gaze on my own gigantic tool pumping slickly in and out of her red silkiness.
"Good afternoon, Anytime Modeling Agency, Miss Melanie speaking," she answered the phone in a syrupy tone. She leaned forward over my body, her full titties spreading softly across my thick matted chest, and placed the receiver between our heads so that we could both hear the conversation.
"Oh, thank heavens, you're still in," a woman's voice drawled gratefully. "This is Mrs. Consuela Rigsby, III, calling. I'm entertaining a small group of top-drawer society friends to celebrate my favorite niece's 'coming out.' Now I realize this is very short notice, but I'm absolutely desperate to get an emergency service fill-in for my party. My regular bartender is bedded down with the flu or the clap or something, my guests are arriving in half an hour, and honey, I'm really in a pickle!"
"I think I know what you mean," Melanie tried to sound sympathetic and matter-of-fact, but had a hard time of it, as my over-sized rigid instrument tunneled into her with total sexual abandon.
"Thanks to one of your clients the eminently, respectable Dr. Prickett I have your business card which he left for just such an emergency."
"Doc-tor Prick-ett?" Melanie pronounced his name loudly and distinctly, bringing my piston-like gyrations below to a sudden halt.
"Yes, he was the renowned obstetrician who brought my favorite little niece into the world and has watched over her ever since," Mrs. Rigsby bragged with obvious pride. "Anyway, I have to get a stud-type nude bartender replacement in a jiffy, and the dear doctor says you can get me just what I need."
" 'Redi-quick service with a smile' is our motto, madam," Melanie replied in a sickeningly efficient tone, winking at me mischievously. "I'll transfer your request over to our Men's Division and have your order filled promptly." With that, Melanie shoved the receiver into my face, one hand over her mouth to keep from laughing.
Playing along with the game, I addressed Mrs. Rigsby, III, in my deepest, sexiest tone. "Male Department, Mr. Ken here may I be of service to you?"
There was an intake of breath and then a definite cooing reaction from the other end. "My, what a virile voice you have there," Mrs. Rigsby twittered. "Hon, would you happen to have on hand, and handy, a youngish, good lookingish, and heavily endowed bartender, in the nude, for my elegant 'coming out' affair this P.M.? Money is no object, dearie! Since I never serve anything but champagne, there'll be no drink mixing just serving and making sure all my rich friends are taken care of and well sauced."
"Sounds like a real grabber," I answered enthusiastically. "Madam, to show you Anytime tries a little harder, I do happen to have a twenty-three year old giant of a blonde standing six-foot-three in stocking feet, ruggedly handsome, fresh out of the marines, powerfully muscled, and pendulously hung with a certified measurement of nine inches soft!"
"Really!" Melanie cried ecstatically, as she played rocking horse on my throbbing monstrosity, her in and out friction adding intense stimulation to the excitement rising from the tips of my toes to the top of my curly head.
There was a loud gasp at the other end of the line. "Nine inches, you say?" Mrs. Rigsby swooned. "How perfectly perfectly magnificent! Quick! What's your address? I'll send over my chauffeured limousine or a Brink's truck or something, and pick up that divine specimen!"
"Groovey. Eighty-Six Mannequin Walk," I answered, as I stared fascinated by Melanie's gigantic boobs rotating in perfect rhythm with her gyrating pelvis. "Anytime guarantees that our computer processed personnel are versatile, proven, experienced, and equipped to handle any size job."
Mrs. Rigsby giggled kittenishly. "Wonderful! You were certainly highly recommended by Dr. Prickett, and being such a good friend of the family, he'll be here to watch over your boy. Toodle-oo!" There was a hasty click at the other end of the line.
"Shit!" I exploded, straining back over my head to place the receiver in its cradle.
"Don't blow your cool yet, sweetheart," Melanie advised, leaning over on top of me, digging her elbows into my wide chest, and holding her cutie pie face in her dainty hands. She looked directly into my eyes. "This ain't no mickeymouse job, kiddo. Let's face it, we need more than peanuts to break even this month. So don't let that queer doc bug you. Just concentrate on making the money for a change. This is definitely your chance to meet some better-heeled clientele right?"
"Yeah, I guess so. Thank God we can say goodbye to those funky frozen dinners for awhile," I smiled in anticipation as I folded my heavily muscled arms behind my head, dreamily.
"You better get dressed, darling. You haven't gotten paid yet!" Melanie scolded in mock severity, her hands running over my swelling biceps and digging deeply into my moist armpits.
"I'm already dressed," I remarked, wrapping my hairy legs around Melanie's smooth back, and shoving my crotch up hard against hers with a strenuous boost.
"You big idiot," Melanie protested nervously, breathing a little faster. "You're something else, you know that?"
Still daydreaming, I went on with my reveries. "Don't you see, baby? Things are really starting to move now, with this new breakthrough among these filthy rich old timers. I'm going to sweet talk those corny swells so slick, my lips will actually be dripping like honey with charm and wit. And when those society dames get a gander at my big meat, they'll go wild! Especially that Mrs. Rigsby, III. I can tell I've got her eating out of my hand," I bragged.
"You're just marvelous, muscles," Melanie giggled, wiggling her slippery haven soothingly.
"That's me marvelous!" I agreed, struggling to shove my hands in between our chests, and cupping Melanie's warm ample knockers tightly.
"What's a 'coming out' party anyway, lover?" Melanie asked flatly, bending her legs so that her heels touched her chunky white behind.
"Huh? Well, it's kind of an honor. You know, like graduating from Harvard or Yale. Sort of like being presented at the White House. And the parents foot the bill, which is usually plenty, believe me," I answered trying to sound like an authority.
"No kidding?" Melanie sighed naively, peering down at her big bust firmly engulfed in my groping fingers. "Well, I hope you don't get so ego-trippy that you forget to leave my card with some of those wealthy business tycoons and millionaires," she said in a hurt little girl's voice.
"Hey, boobie, where's your head at?" I smiled affectionately, reaching up and tongue-kissing her fervently. "Let's come, before he comes the chauffeur, that is," I muttered, pulling my hands out from between our bodies, and sliding them down over the two plump cheeks of Melanie's soft ass.
Almost as one, we rammed against each other in mounting passion, panting and drooling, toward that ultimate moment of pleasure. Choking, sobbing, and wild-eyed, Melanie and I slammed our red-hot groins together in professional coordination, aiming for the keenest possible erotic gratification before our final blast of ecstasy.
"Now, baby come on home!" I begged, digging my fingers into Melanie's moving behind, as I strained upward in one last desperate push, the culmination of our sex play suddenly in sight.
"Oh, darling, yes, yes together!" Melanie blurted out in a delirium of lust, as her convulsing body rocked and jerked wildly in a flooding downpour of streaming, searing love juices.
"Oh, Christ, no yeah!" I cried insanely, moving my head from side to side in a frenzy, my breath coming in gasps, as my massive plunging cock spewed upward in endless bursts to meet the spreading frothy jizz from Melanie's compressing hotness. Almost uncontrollably, our bodies joined and pulled apart in long, spasmodic jerks, as wave after wave of voluptuous orgasms succeeded one another before finally slackening to an oozing flow of pearly cream.
Melanie's shuddering breasts heaved up and down on my matted chest hair, her heavy breathing hot on my neck. I let my trembling hands fall to my sides, too exhausted to lift a finger. We both lay motionless, our hearts beating wildly, completely drained. We stayed that way for long minutes, happily coupled in the timeless floating nirvana that always follows good sex no past, no future, just the present.