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1969 - Part 1
by Thexxxee (thexxxee@terpsi.org)
***
A liberated female of 1969 stretches her horizons and
just about everything else when she becomes a Jezebel
for a group of African graduate and post graduate
students who are studying at a Midwest USA university.
(M+/F, exh, sm, intr, size, wife, cheat, orgy)
***
PART 1
The late 1960s is famous for the many new freedoms
given to females. Even the lead in sexual adventure
became a domain for many. But having to "start
sometime" meant that there was a carryover of a proper,
polite, perhaps even docile, generation. That
generation was raised one way, and instantly allowed to
become the "other" way. Taking the restrictions off of
that group was the ultimate in human dynamics.
In her mind, Melissa had it all. She even had the
freedom to explore cross cultural experiences. For
instance, in the USA, suddenly, sexual encounters with
another race became accepted by a growing fraction of
the population. Still, such encounters were rare enough
to have the extra thrill of rule violation still
associated with them. And that thrill of violation was
most enjoyed by those girls who were raised under the
oldest, most restrictive, rules.
Melissa was one of the women who made that transition
during those late 60s. She had the extra liberal
benefit of working at a major university. There you had
the ivory tower mandate to push the experiences to the
extreme. Perfectly acceptable in that isolated world.
Her job, as a lab manager, required her to encounter
humans from all parts of the world. Every post
doctorate fellow or full professor from outside the USA
was quite different from any person who Melissa might
have met in her own native land of Ohio.
Melissa was now 26. Her own masters was in the bio-
sciences. She felt that the lab manager position
allowed her to truly use much of her own education and
experience, while being directly involved in the
continuing education of a great number of formal
visitors to the USA. Interspersed throughout her large
PU agronomy department were representatives from
Australia, Indonesia, China, Brazil, Nigeria and many
other countries where food production was or was going
to be critical in the coming years.
Physically, Melissa was a little bright star. Only 5
foot, 2 inches tall and 104 pounds in weight, she was
in absolute top condition. Her conditioning was done
with small weights and an early form of aerobics class.
She thought that a lean panther type look was
attractive. All the males around her were in total
agreement with her Measurements? 34C-22-34 does not do
her justice. With the total fitness and small stature,
she took on a gymnast look. She did, in fact, have a
gymnastic background. Now she had the ample assets that
would be "too much" for a competing gymnast.
She had done her proper Midwest USA thing, and married
her sweetheart. Tom was from the same area of Ohio as
Melissa. He attended that same university now, and had
obtained his bachelor's degree in engineering back in
Ohio. While Melissa worked full time, he had gotten his
own Masters and was well on his way to a PhD in
mechanical engineering. They had attempted the new
lifestyles, even the early swinging. That was
satisfactory for him. It never worked out for Melissa.
True to his own liberal pledge, he had gone out of his
way to compensate for her lack of swinging reward by
telling her that she could pick up a guy any time. He
didn't even want her to necessarily tell him when such
an event occurred. Rather, she could wait until there
was something good to report, to wait for big
developments, and to "surprise" him.
She heard him, but took little of it seriously. She was
not pushy and did not really believe that she had any
social contact outside of their marriage and her,
already established, friendships. Thus, she expected
nothing from such a fantasy. That remained that way,
for many months after his "permission" was given. Not
that the newly freed professional woman needed
permission
Then, late in the Spring, Tom found out that he was
going to be required to make a sort of mini sabbatical
that summer, that he must attend another university
three states away that entire summer. It would be a
concentrated engineering study that would require his
full attention 12 to 16 hours a day for 8 weeks At the
graduate and post graduate level, this sort of
requirement was not unusual. But that would leave
Melissa alone on campus.
She, in a blah fashion, said that she would make the
best of it. Tom said, "Hey, here's your chance to
score." It was said only as a lark. He just thought
that he would temper the bad news with a little jest.
Melissa's response was, "Oh, yeah, sure. I will go
right out and get me a harem of men " In truth, he
would be totally consumed by his studies, and she
thought that she would be bored all summer on a very
hot campus.
As the Spring went on, Melissa met the incoming post
doc students. One, who she considered a very
sophisticated professor, was from Nigeria. Suave. Slim.
6 foot 6 inches in height. Muscular. She had a hard
time ignoring what was obviously attractive to her.
Over the next few weeks, she would be slowly introduced
to his dry humor and his story telling. He loved
telling stories about events in his home country
Nigeria. First the stories were of a general daily life
there.
Later, after he had her attention, he began to include
details about relationships between men and women in
Nigeria. He detailed the strange combination of
Christian and Islamic interpretations.
That a woman who had sex freely was a Jezebel. That
there were some interesting rituals that involved any
woman who violated her marriage. Those implications
were purposeful temptations for Melissa. It was to have
her inquire about what rituals might be like for such a
Jezebel.
Through the shelves and across lab benches, this
discussion went on over the days and weeks preceding
the summer time. And it grew in detail. He was very
happy to tell of the Jezebel being purposefully fucked
by many large men, over and over again, to insure that
her vagina became large and loose. This was so that her
boyfriend, fiancee or husband would not be able to fit
her. Certainly, the practice demonstrated the real
domination of the Nigerian male during that time
period. The woman was being used to demonstrate large
penises, and demonstrate them well. The goal was that
she would then only be able to fuck with the largest of
men. That allowed the large men to control the
possibility of any sex that this Jezebel might be able
to have in the future.
As free as Melissa was to make her choice, this sexual
work over of a nasty girl intrigued her. She would quiz
"Martin" further on the technique. He would give an
ever increasing amount of detail. Till, finally, one
day, he admitted that he had participated in such a
practice. In fact, he told Melissa that he had done so
"5 times". She feigned shock; but, she really had
suspected his involvement earlier within the
discussions. Martin said that he could even produce
photos from one girl's repeated fuckings. "Are you in
some of those pictures?" He replied, "Yes, of course."
No shame. Perhaps pride was in his voice. Melissa
taunted, "Really? Well, you may just have to show me.
Can you actually do that?" "Yes, but you are married,
and I have already said so many things that are, I am
sure, offensive." Now, he was the one faking concern.
Fairly late into the topic to worry. But he did let her
know that he acknowledged his violation of her status.
Then, in an interesting move, he acknowledged her own
sin, "If you are so very interested, you might be a
white Jezebel " Melissa, with her 1960s USA liberalism
in effect, responded, "Might be."
Martin took her comment as an extreme "go ahead". The
next day, he brought a little brown photo album into
the lab. When the other grad students were gone at
lunchtime, he brought it out for Melissa to see. It
started sweet enough, showing a very cute 19 year old
Nigerian woman in a nice brightly colored dress. Nice
hairdo, nice makeup, very upscale... Then, when the
album was turned to the second page, she was nude and
leaning against a tree. Very provocative in her pose,
she looked trim and balanced. A nice hour glass figure.
Smooth caramel skin, a long waist and longer legs.
Melissa thought that she looked, "very attractive."
Across from that photo was another with her ass towards
the camera; she was bent over. Her large labia were
very clear and her slit was relaxed and slightly open.
Melissa gave an "Oh, my..." When she turned the page,
she got her real shock, as the 19 year old was being
plowed by a mammoth penis. Missionary style. Her
vaginal opening was spread wide. This photo was
followed by photo after photo of various men, all with
large penises, fucking her. Jet black men, caramel
colored men and all variations between, each fucking
her in a multitude of positions.
The photos documented different fuck sessions and
distinct changes in locale. The photos went on and on.
Melissa could only guess, but there may have been over
a dozen men who kept fucking the 19 year old over a
period of time. When the photos included outside
scenes, it appeared that even a change of seasons had
occurred during the process.
Each of the dozen or so men was huge. Melissa stopped
for a moment. "You're in here?" Martin gave an upscale,
"why, yes I am." "Where?" "There for one," as he
pointed to a very large shaft splaying the young woman.
Melissa snapped her head around to look straight into
his face. "Really?" "Melissa, it is really me." "Now
aren't you ashamed to see this and know such things
about me?" "No." And Melissa went back to the album.
As she turned the pages, the intensity of the fucking
increased. The woman's vagina was obviously being
stretched. Over the time of the photos, the diameter
alone doubled. Then tripled. When shown between fucks,
the vagina hung open, irregular, drooping and sometimes
with cum dripping out.
The photos staged the young woman's changes in great
detail. On some of the last pages, the men would double
penetrate her. And those photos began to show both a
gaping ass and a vaginal opening that remained big
enough for a baby's head to easily pass through. The
area between her ass and vagina had become quite small.
Hardly any distance existed between her asshole and her
vagina. Some old scars indicated that the distance had
even been less at times in the recent past.
Melissa startled, "Did she split during some of this?"
"Yes, a little..." was Martin's casual response. "She
had all this done to her while her husband was away
working in the oil fields. We just made sure that she
would never fit him again, and that she would have to
explain her new size."
"Oh, that was mean."
"She knew that she could not have all those large men
without consequence. Yet, she chose to have the
experience. She wanted to be a Jezebel. It was up to
her to explain her new size. And she seemed to enjoy
getting to that new size " Martin went on to theorize
that he personally knew that the men got great rewards
from her nastiness, just as it seemed she had gotten
great rewards by being so nasty. But by choosing to
have so much intense sex, she became a Jezebel, a now
very well known Jezebel in that area.
Melissa's never expressed tilt toward a type of S&M
began to surface. The multiple men (of any color), the
penis size (of any color) and the over stretching, all,
was becoming an attraction to her. Still, she was very
curious about a particular. "That was really you in
some of those pictures?" "Yes. You seem so doubting?"
She looked at his large creased crotch of that era.
"Well, I have never seen such a penis. And I don't care
if those pants are large, there does not seem to be
room in there for what I saw."
"You taunt me with compliments," as Martin reached down
for his zipper. Melissa frantically blurted out, "No,
no, no, not in here. Not in the lab. The others could
come in at any time."
Martin stopped what he was doing. Melissa went on, "I
appreciate the gesture. I really do. In fact, I will
take you up on the offer. But let me get my husband off
on his sabbatical tonight, and I will think of a safe
place for show and tell by tomorrow. I... really...
do... want to see."
A Jezebel In The USA?
Melissa took Tom at his word, about being able to start
something without telling him. After he left the next
morning, she went to the lab early. Up and down the
long corridor, there was just silence. No one was there
yet. There was a lab storage area two floors down that
only she used for her specific lab items. She went to
check it. It was locked. She used one of the few keys
in the entire department that would unlock it. Inside
she cleaned up an inner small room, making it at least
suitable for human visitation.
When Martin arrived, she motioned for him to follow
her. She took him to the storage area. They went in,
and Melissa locked the door from the inside. She even
used an old latch that was left on it from years past
and a time before safety rules. "Now, you had something
to show me?"
Martin grinned and went for the zipper again. He
paused, seemingly to carefully consider his steps.
Then, he went back up to his shirt and took it off.
"OK. I get the whole show?" was Melissa's response.
Then the shoes, the socks and back to that zipper. He
pulled down the pants, revealing more of his muscular
body. But the area that Melissa was most curious about
was inside very large boxer shorts. He looked at her
and grinned real big as he pulled down the shorts.
There, 'live in person', was the huge penis that she
had seen in the photos.
"Oh, that's just fantastic You were not kidding me. So,
everything is true? You really used 'that' on the
girl?" "Yes, quite a number of times, in fact." was his
proud response. She was about three feet away from him,
looking at it dangle down. As she looked, it began to
fill. A true 11 of Nigerian penis. And he would have
more in a minute. It was as jet black as he was, with
lots of prominent veins, and a growing width. She
walked over and reached out. "May I?"
"Of course," and he put her hand under it with one of
his hands, as he put his other hand around her
shoulders. He hugged her closer, more personal, as she
examined his penis. Still filling. Now she could feel
the silkiness, and those prominent veins, including the
one most defined on the bottom of his penis. Still
filling. Then she gave special attention to its head.
It was a large mushroom shape, very defined and wider
than even the shaft that supported it. She stroked it
lightly as it finished coming to a complete attention,
ending perfectly horizontal.
"So, if I continue doing things like this, you will
think I am a white Jezebel?"
"I already think that you are a very white, very
beautiful, and very nasty Jezebel."
With that, she spun out of the hug, and stood there
looking at him again from many feet away. She reached
up and started untying the little bow at her collar.
Then she unbuttoned her pink blouse, left it for a
moment, and unsnapped, unzipped and removed her short
black skirt. She was wearing one of the first thongs in
town. Good for her exercises, it also had that
tremendous sex appeal.
She went back to the blouse, removed it and her bra.
Everything got tossed on one of the tables.
So, now she was just wearing a black thong. Her fitness
was on show. Great breasts, a tiny waist, buttocks with
real muscle, legs with creamy tone; it was all there.
She pulled down the thong. A small heart of dark hair,
perfectly matching the hair on her head, and that was
all. She stood there and spun around. "You like?"
He didn't say anything. He just walked right over to
her. "Guess you do. heh, heh." and she took his penis
into her hands again. With his height, the penis was
almost up to the level of her breasts; she only needed
to bend over slightly to take it into her mouth.
Melissa could hardly open her mouth wide enough for his
mushroom head. In fact, it took a few seconds for the
edges of his crown to flip past her front teeth. She
swirled her tongue around it and then stuck her tongue
deep into his opening. She literally fucked the opening
with her tongue. He quivered.
Melissa slurped and liberally frothed all around his
head one last time. She kept hold of the shaft and did
a full spin around, placing her opening directly upon
the tip of his penis. Taking advantage of the
lubrication, he immediately started into her. The
mushroom head parted her lips in an extreme fashion,
reforming those lips as a perfect "O". The head finally
snapped those lips behind it; the teeth had been only
slightly more difficult to get past.
He was extremely surprised how tight she was. So tight
that her pinch hurt him for a moment. But he was in
heaven, fucking this little hellion. He had thought
that nothing like this could ever happen. Never. He was
actually beginning to fuck a white Jezebel. That she
was married to a white man, well, that made her a most
excellent whore. She wiggled on him, and helped him
slowly slide in.
He knew that it would take months of fucking by large
penises to make her fit properly. Since she really
seemed to be his white Jezebel, a white whore by
choice, he had hope that she would graduate to that
size. So, he intended to protect his investment. He
went cautiously inch by inch. Her occasional wiggle
helped him continue his slide into her.
Melissa was thinking that Martin's penis was fantastic,
that it was not even in the same world as the white
swinging fellows who she had fucked. With just a few
inches of him into her, she already had sensations that
she had never had with any man. It was easy to
fantasize herself as a beautiful mare, being mounted by
a huge stallion.
That image was fantasy only in degree. For here, in
this small locked storage area, a large black male was
starting to go deeper inside a tiny white woman. As
stallions go, the ratio of his penis was impressive,
sort of like a Clydesdale attempting to breed with a
pony. He looked at his little prize.
Her long dark hair had fallen forward over her head,
covering her face. Her hands, each placed above each
knee, braced her. Nice trim muscular legs, a torso as
tight as a corset, smooth rounded breasts with large
pointed nipples, and butt muscles that responded to his
every move. He loved watching her flex those and many
other muscles every few seconds. He slowly bumped past
her cervix and began to see how much beyond that he
could stretch her. You could say that he pushed the
vaginal envelope. But not much farther. She stopped his
forward movement with a tense wall, and did so at a
point he considered only about half of his length.
A very surprised well hung Nigerian After all, the
African woman, who he had shown being stretched in the
photos, was what he considered small (5'9 and 165
pounds). Here this white woman seemed like toy size.
Such observations only enhanced his thrill more.
Changes, like he was used to doing to Jezebels in the
past, would be massive for Melissa. He pressed harder.
She shook all over, tensed, bucked and came, jerking on
the end of Martin's huge penis. As he pressed her from
minute to minute, she would respond the same way each
time. Finally, he decided that she had made a small
adaptation. He began to truly stroke her with that half
length. He saw a clean lab table, one covered with a
cloth normally used for seed counting. Today it was to
be used for Melissa.
Martin reached under Melissa and cupped her breasts and
chest with one large hand. He lifted that front section
of her, while her rear section remained securely
plugged on Martin's penis. He swung her around to the
cloth covered table and, except for her ass and legs
hanging in space, laid her across it. He resumed
stroking her. Her mouth would ooh and aah. Her vagina
would slush and foop loudly. She was having the best
fuck of her life.
And she was fulfilling some of Martin's greatest
fantasies. He would look down, see her stuck on him and
think "how could this be real?". Then he took the
reality of the moment and made more fantasy. He
wondered how great it would be to work on her for
weeks, months or even longer. He was bold enough to
begin to think of her as a white Jezebel project, one
which he and all his stateside friends could work on so
long and so well that her little white woman vagina
would become as large as the one he had left with the
African Jezebel in Nigeria.
He may have been way ahead of the possibilities. But
then he certainly had a feel for things.
He was feeling way up inside her at the moment. She
seemed to be stretching a little for him.
Progress "Melissa." Melissa.
She could muster up, "Uummm, Oh, so good..."
"Melissa, how big is your husband?"
"Uh..." Pant. Pant. Then he pressed in and she screamed
a little. "We were... stoned... one night. Uh, aaaaah."
Then Martin decided, if he wanted an answer, he had
better stop moving for a moment. "We took out a ruler.
Gasp. Martin, your penis feels so great in me. Oh...
we... we measured like you're supposed to do, from the
top of the base to the tip. He was 5 and 3/4 inches,
maybe 6 inches at the longest."
Still holding motionless. "Can he make you cum?"
"Sometimes. I think. My god, it is nothing like what
you are doing to me I have never felt anything like
this. I lost count of how many times that I have
already cum while stuck on you."
"Melissa, I am just barely into you."
She twists her head back and looks to her rear. She
sees how much is still outside of her. "That, that you
have out there is longer than he is total, and 2 to 3
times wider."
He plans his wording carefully. "You like fucking with
me?"
"Oh, yes." She gasped again as he moved a little to
reinforce his words. He went back to stroking her. He
increased the frequency and the depth. She came again.
Then, after such a nice reminder, he went back to
question her again.
"Did seeing what happened to the girl back in Africa,
with all the penises working on her, did that make you
hot?" He held very still once more.
"Yes."
"It did?"
"Yes."
He started moving again, poking deeper into her. He may
have pushed a little more than half of himself into her
at that point. She was wiggling, jerking, with her ass
arching, and she seemed to be cumming frequently.
"Would you like to work with me, and fuck with me a
lot, over the next weeks, or months? So that you might,
someday, be able to take my length?" He poked her a
little hard, but not any deeper.
"Uh, uh huh...of... course."
"Melissa, even if I work you alone, I will make you
large. I will make you too large for your husband.
Seriously, too large, Melissa." Martin pokes her again
and this time twists a little. "Does that worry you?"
He twists a little more.
"He said I could pick up, uh, oh, aaaaaah... a guy of
my choice." She pants. He makes her cum again. "And you
are my choice " He gives her couple of mild thrusts and
twists. She arches a bunch and her hips clench with
those nice butt muscles. Her legs are powerfully toned
and flexed, like a dancers legs in mid dance.
"But if fucking with me made you too big for him to
ever fuck you again." He gave her a smooth continuous
set of thrusts, combined with heavier twists. "Is that
alright with you?"
"I want you to make me, fit you Love it. Love it. Love
it." More panting. More rewards from Martin, with her
cumming intensely over and over. "Love it, really,
ummm, oh, oh, oh, aaaah. Oooooooh, I love to have such
fucking."
Then he stroked her constantly, adding twists every so
often. He did that for over 15 minutes.
It was a nasty picture, with them locked away in the
building, working on her, instead of just working. The
tiny muscular white body, with the large black body
sticking deeply into it.
Considering how small and tight she was when he
started, she was doing quite well now to receive about
8 inches maximum at times. That was over 25% longer and
many times wider than all of her husband's penis at its
finest He slowly pulled out and had her stand up. She
was smiling big time, and rubbing the lower part of her
abdomen, where he had just been working.
She looked at his penis as it pointed straight out, now
with her coating on it. "Now that's a male, a real
male." Smiles.
"Why, thank you." and he added, "Melissa, you said that
seeing the other woman fucked by so many men made you
hot." He strokes himself and eyes the cloth covering on
the table. "I have friends here on campus, and also on
campuses near by." Still stroking, he holds his penis
up as an example. "All those fellows pretty much think
that this is average." Melissa gave a large smile and
left her mouth hanging open.
"If I introduce you, would you like to fuck with them
also?"
"Wow THAT would be great." And she gave a real nasty
look and shifted her eyes back and forth, while rubbing
her opening.
He reached over and grabbed the cloth from the table.
He placed it over the back of one of the tall bench
stools. He then moved the stool, with its new cover,
placing its back against an inside wall. "You're not
going to check with your husband before we begin
stretching you?"
She jumped up onto his chest, ringing her arms around
his neck. "Noooo. And, besides, don't you think that it
is nastier to not tell him, at least for now?"
"Oh, you are a Jezebel!" And he pulled her down a
little, so that she would begin being stuck on his
penis once more. During all their sex talk, and her
thoughts of more hot stuff, she had created a new round
of lubricant. She was smoothly sliding down on him, as
she still held his neck and kissed him on his mouth
several times.
He spun around and placed her upon the tall bar stool,
with her back to its back and the wall behind. He
stayed slightly in her, as he spread her legs to each
side of the stool. She sort of did a cowgirl bow legged
split with her feet resting comfortably on the lower
rungs of the stool. She sat back, grabbed the seat,
looked at his penis, with almost all of it still
outside her, and then looked up into his face.
Martin still needed reassurance. "Are you sure that you
want this? After you invite me, and all the big fellows
I told you about, to get inside you, you will never be
as you are now. You will never have a small and tight
vagina."
She reached back up around his neck and pulled her
mouth up to his ear. "Do... it... to... me..."
He started back into her. It was easier to get past her
inner lips this time. Still, very tight.
She was back to holding onto the seat with her legs
spread wide. He began to fill up that entire central
area between both legs. Now, he could watch her vagina
open and stretch. She was back to the heavy breathing,
and the wiggling that helped him slide in last time.
Her vagina was feeling magnificent to him, as he
realized that this little female, was the only Jezebel,
he was aware of, black or white, who had seen photos of
what was done to other Jezebels in Nigeria. For her to
then ask for some form, if only some limited USA form,
of the same treatment was remarkable. This married
woman was the tiniest and, yet, most willful and
excellent whore, or, as he was more comfortable saying,
'a most excellent Jezebel'.
Even sitting on a backed stool like this, folded almost
to 90 degrees, Melissa's abdomen remained flat and
tight. Those 34c breasts looked right at home. In
Martin's mind, she had a perfectly balanced physique,
and with that flat thin abdomen, Martin noticed a turn
on that he normally never could see. He noticed that
his penis's shape was visible just above her little fur
heart. He watched that closely. It was like a new game
to him. How far up could he track it today?
They had started their sex around 7:35 AM. It was now
8:20 AM, and he thought, for the first time, about
getting rid of some of the restraint that he had been
using. He leaned into her and pushed her and the seat
firmly against the wall. She looked down at her
stretched opening and thought about how small it still
was, when compared to the woman's vagina that was shown
in the photos. And Melissa thought of how the woman
looked before the men started to change her.
He watched more of his penis enter her. And he tracked
where it went after that by looking at Melissa's
abdomen. She was squealing and panting very fast, just
as he saw that he had stretched her vagina over half
the distance to her belly button. He could identify his
large mushroom head at that level; from within, the top
edge of his crown defined a soft line on her outside.
He started twisting and watched her tight inner rings
be pulled in and out with the easy thrusts. When he did
a twisting move, her opening took on a very notable
football shape, instead of staying circular. Melissa's
long dark hair came down both sides of her body to the
level of the breasts; that seemed to finish up the look
of her little fuck throne. He increased his depth and
his twisting.
More sucking and smacking type sounds, and perhaps what
might be called a slurping sound, all increased. She
held apart her outside labia. He poked deeper through
them and twisted all the way out, as far horizontally
right and left as the knuckles of her hands on each
side. That circumscribed a much larger football shape
Over half of his penis was in her, and he noted that
the mushroom head was just below her belly button. She
looked up at his face and repeated what she had said
earlier, "Do... it... to... me..."
He needed very little cheerleading in order to do an
awful lot. And her last comment was dynamite. He just
let the full weight of his pelvis move forward. Nothing
holding it back. She screamed. Both of them were very
happy that the area was closed off deep within the
building with solid concrete walls, and that it had two
layers of freezer type doors. Melissa had chosen the
site well, thinking ahead, knowing or hoping that she
might have reason to get loud.
He was up to her belly button now. That depth, in turn,
helped him put pressure back on her opening, so that he
might increase her width. The twists had a stronger
angle of attack. He thought of her last comment. Then,
he ground into her with some true effort, as if he were
really trying to get somewhere, somewhere new. She
arched back, which, for a moment, made his penis on the
inside more visible on the outside. When he saw that,
he put in an extra tension or jerk. She held a squeal
for a few seconds due to that action.
He grabbed her miniature pelvis on both sides and began
finally fucking her. A very thick black 9 portion of a
much longer penis was now stroking her continuously.
She mostly was just trying to get some rhythmic
breathing going, rather than the staggered starts and
stops that she had been doing. Her vagina would spasm
on him. He took that as a tickle. He liked it.
He was never letting up now. Stronger thrusts. Stronger
reaming of her opening. To him, it seemed as if she
came quite often. Though more shallow than he had ever
connected during the very first fuck with any other
woman, he finally considered it a good connection with
Melissa.
He could tell that, if he pushed her vagina any deeper
or any wider today, she might tear. He did not want
anything like that to happen, today.
He kept going at the steady rhythm for another 10 or 15
minutes. Then he came. She almost looked like she was
seizuring, when he let go. She felt the penis spasm,
and she could not help but do the same. In addition to
never having felt the size, the muscle power and
technique, she had also never felt cum hit her inside.
She felt it big time today. To her, it was like being
hit with a powerful squirt gun, only this one shot warm
goo. As they both slowly became still, the cum ran out
of her in force and dribbled down two of the stool's
legs. She laughed. He laughed.
After the nice early morning start, both tried to go
back to mundane lab activities. Neither could keep
their mind on that. Both sets of fantasies took off
again. She kept thinking about how great it had felt to
be so stretched. And he kept thinking about how great
it had been to start stretching her. He approached her
late in the afternoon.
"I have two roommates from Nigeria. You may know
Christopher, who is in the micro biology department,
here, in this building. And then there is Robert; he is
over in engineering. Both came to campus this last
year. In fact, Robert was the one who originally got
the place. The apartment is only 4 blocks off campus,
over on Vinton street. I am sure that they would want
me to formally introduce them both to you." Martin gave
Melissa a very sly look that included a nod, tilt of
the head, and almost a wink.
"I have never met Christopher. And, of course, with him
over in engineering, I have never met Robert." She
smiled real pretty. "But, I certainly would like to
meet them." And she did wink.
"You live close to campus, don't you?"
"Just 10 minutes west, just outside the limits."
"If you could you come over to 411 Vinton at 7:00 PM, I
could introduce you. I am sure it will be a friendly
little meeting."
"Sounds very interesting."
"Oh, Melissa, could you do me just a little favor?"
"Of course, anything."
"When you drop over this evening, could you be dressed
the way prostitutes do in your country?" Now he really
smiled big.
"A few weeks back, I would have slapped someone who
said anything like you just said." Melissa looked at
his face. "But you're serious?" He just smiled bigger.
"Hmmmm... well, lucky for you, I seemed to have been
changed a little recently." She put her right hand at
her pelvis level and rubbed lightly. "I might be able
to get together the appropriate attire. Oh, and by the
way, this is, indeed, sounding like it will be a
friendly little meeting."
Introductions All Around
Right at 7:00 PM, Martin's doorbell rang. Robert opened
the door and was staggered by what he saw. Melissa had
her hair one sided in a French do, pretty colored hair
pieces, a powder blue halter with a bright purple
butterfly central, a bare waist, a deeper blue mini
skirt that was about 14 long, powder blue thigh high
lace hose and blue stiletto high heels. Robert was
thinking that she was so very beautiful, and so very
brave and/or crazy to show up like this in daylight,
and at a house where only black men live.
He rushed her through the doorway. Martin was running
to the doorway, yelling out how beautiful she was. He
"formally" introduced her to Robert, who was still in
pleasant shock. He turned to Christopher, who was
frozen on the stairs, leaning over the railing with his
mouth hanging open. Christopher did not look too
sophisticated at that moment. And Martin laughed when
he saw Christopher frozen like that. Then he introduced
Melissa to Christopher.
Melissa was having a hellishly good time. Hey, Martin
asked for it. And he and his buddies really got it. She
did that same spin around that she did nude for Martin
and this time asked all three fellows the same thing,
"You like?" They rumbled as a unit, then each blurted
out increasing superlatives over the top of the
other's. Melissa seemed very satisfied with the
response. In her mind, she verified that these fellows
can have a very powerful attraction toward a Jezebel,
even, if , at the same time they would like to work on
her and change her physically.
It certainly seemed to represent a conflict in
emotions. Such verification started to really kink her
S&M tilt.
Melissa wasted no time in breaking ice. "I suppose that
Martin told you that we had our own friendly meeting
earlier today?" The eye brow lifting and winces
confirmed that he did. "Good. Then you know that I know
what Jezebels are. I mean, does this look pretty
close?" All their heads nodded in agreement.
Smiles all around.
"I also know what some of you have done to Jezebels in
Nigeria." She noted no dissension. "All...of you have
done?" All three nodded again. Now a more smirk, sly,
nasty smile abounded. "OK, then, what all of you have
done to Jezebels. The ritual, so many guys working so
hard on one woman, did entice me. Martin knows that."
She winked at Martin.
"It is strange for some woman to have that much sex
done to her, and for all those men to do it to her. A
strange trip, I suppose. I am little, little
everywhere; but, for some reason, I really like to be
stretched. My senses tell me that I would have a lot of
fun getting bigger. My husband knows little of this. He
does know that I fantasize about well hung men." She
looks into each of the three faces and smiles like a
seductress.
"My husband just does not know that there are nice men
here to help me, or that I, by your definitions, am a
nasty Jezebel of sex." By this time, hearing all this
quickly from her, the men were in full agreement with
her. And she got up and spun around again. And, just as
an erotic seductress of old times might do, she
extended her hand, and swung it around as if it were
the pointer at a game of chance. It ended up pointed at
Christopher.
"Your bedroom please." She looked back the other two as
she and Christopher climbed the stairs. "I will do my
best to get to know you fellows." She was a perfect
image of a hooker, but a hooker with some sort of old
world flair. Sophisticated and extremely nasty at the
same time.
She walked up the stairs with Christopher. Martin was
slowly shaking his head in disbelief, as if to indicate
that he had no idea that she could do this and do it
with such ease.
Christopher Drills Melissa - VERY HARD
Christopher had Melissa down to her high heels. He
wanted her to keep those on. He took off his own
clothes, revealing another large black penis for
Melissa to deal with. He was pretty hard before he took
off his pants. And the size was growing quickly. It
seems that Melissa was already a great turn on.
Christopher, like Martin, was amazed at Melissa's small
body and beautiful fitness. For a while, he just rubbed
his large hands all over her. He took his large fingers
and examined areas thoroughly - sticking two at a time
into her vagina and then into her ass. He pried both
openings wide. She felt that she was really being
examined closely, like maybe at a slave market.
He had her turn around and bend over. He put three,
four and then the tips of five fingers into her vaginal
opening. Her tightness did not allow him further. That
only made him want to try harder to get in there. He
grabbed the left side of her vagina with his left hand,
and the right with his right hand. As if he must have
been mistaken about the limits, he used both hands and
attempted to spread her more than any fingers could do.
Melissa gave out with an "ouch." He pulled her apart
harder. "OH, ow, ow, ow!" His response was to pull
harder and hold her at least to that distance that he
obtained. He held her like that for at least five
minutes. As much as it hurt at first, she began to
understand that he was getting her ready to take him,
at least in width.
He left her bent over and grabbed from the bathroom a
jar of Vaseline. He greased up her opening and his
shaft. She was still bent over, looking around and up
curiously. He started to put it into her. Smooth, but
at a much faster rate than Martin used. Soon, the two
downstairs could hear her screaming and Christopher
thumping away. Christopher knew of no restriction to be
slow and easy, or to be any nicer to this white woman
than he is to any African Jezebel. So, he was
proceeding with vigor. He may have been more like 10 in
length, shorter than Martin. But the penis was very
fat. Perhaps that is why he hand stretched her first.
In less than 15 minutes, he was all the way into her.
She was panting, cumming, howling, cumming again,
jerking, quivering, and cumming more. He laid her
forward onto the bed, with her face down. He pulled her
ass back up and put her knees under her. Now her vagina
was a prime target. Standing by the bed, he went back
into her. He ground into her, twisting, and prying. It
did not seem possible to Melissa. She made guttural
sounds and squealed almost all the time. The two
downstairs, heard and felt the ceiling shaking and
Melissa continuing to scream. Robert looked at Martin
and very seriously commented, "I hope he leaves
something for me ".
Christopher just thought that this was what he was
supposed to do to her. She was smaller than any woman
he had ever fucked, and her vagina was tight, ...at
first... But, he thought everything else was standard.
He thought he was supposed to help start the process of
making her vagina huge. He had gotten extra turned-on
when he learned that she was married; earlier that day,
Martin told Christopher of the husband's 6 penis.
Thinking that this was the standard ritual, he believed
that he might even be able to make her too big for 6
this very evening.
He looked down at her stuck on him, and thought of how
pretty, how toned, and how white she was. She felt
smooth and still very tight to him, as he rammed her
over and over. So, in his mind, that just meant that he
had not done his job. He knew his usual mandate. He
felt that Martin and Robert, and others in the very
near future, were all depending on his contribution.
As a goal, he put in his mind the image of Melissa with
a large floppy opening, all reamed out. Then he pounded
her with his penis. Downstairs, they could hear him
hitting her harder and harder. And they could hear her
scream and cum continuously. Martin feigned shock,
covering his eyes. But, then, he did look out from
under the covered eyes and smile at Robert.
Christopher looked down at Melissa's opening. He needed
to get something major done to it tonight. Banging and
banging and banging away, he kept thinking that
something should give.
Then, it did. She ripped a little on an inside lip.
Christopher did not think that was much, and continued
to pump her hard. Then he suddenly could tell she was
larger, and he immediately gave her his full load. Some
of it gushed out, draining down both legs. She was
still quivering, still jerking, still occasionally
cumming, moving the ass back onto his penis and pulling
forward. She was sort of coasting. She felt him slowly
pull out what she believed a small fire hose should
feel like. When he was out, she did not close down
right away. The lips were red and swollen, the one
inner lip notched by Christopher, and the opening just
gaped. The only thing that he said was, "I like your
shoes."
She laughed hysterically. The two downstairs were sure
that Christopher had gone too far and that the little
white woman had been driven crazy or was horrified by
the vagina changing fuck.
Upstairs, she rolled over, wiped the tears from her
eyes and with real laughs interrupting her speech,
said, "I am so glad that you like my shoes." "My
shoes?"
Now Christopher was horrified. "You... are...
angry...?"
"No, no, no, no," as she reached for his penis. Taking
it in her hands and rubbing it softly, "No, I am just
happy that this can do what it did. I loved it,
Christopher. Loved it."
Well, that made him feel much better. Now, he was sure
that he was supposed to have done all that to her.
Still, he was pretty confused by her reaction. He was
thinking that a white Jezebel might, indeed, be quite
different from others. Overall, he was proud of his
contribution tonight.
The two downstairs did not know quite what to make of
the silence that now dominated the house. Perhaps,
Christopher fucked her unconscious, or, worse, fucked
the delicate little thing to death. But right then
Christopher double jumped stairs on the way down to the
ground floor. He was smiling. For Robert and Martin,
that clarified nothing about Melissa's condition.
Finally, the beautiful, completely nude (except for
those blue high heels) Melissa came down those stairs.
She gave Robert the come here sign with her left hand.
Robert finally was able to believe that he might get
some. He was happy to see that she was smiling. But,
now that he was free of such stress, he remembered his
own personal plans. He gave her back the come here
sign; he wanted her downstairs. Her face lit up and she
started on down.
Robert had a great idea for a more public performance
that would have powerful sexual rewards for voyeurs. In
addition, it would test Melissa's brazen attitude. How
unashamed was she? Was she whore enough to be willing
to let people on campus know that she was fucking large
Africans during her husband's absence?
Only about 200 ft. east of their house was a large
graduate student residence hall. Students of all
specialties stayed there. Many were post doctorates
like Martin, Christopher and Robert. Many studied and
worked in the same bio science building where Melissa
worked. A glass covered atrium type structure made up
the southern portion of the Nigerians' rental house. It
added to winter warmth and gave a great sense of
openness to the house. It had a tile floor. For all
walls and the ceiling, it had crystal clear glass. Most
sections of the glass had motorized draping to reflect
sun when it was unwanted and to add privacy. Deluxe
housing? Not when your families had major investments
in oil, as in the cases of all three of these men.
The atrium was a great place for all kinds of
activities. Tonight, Robert had something very special
in mind. Earlier in the evening, when he still had hope
for his personal fantasy, he had shut the drapes on all
the ground level glass. Now that he had hope again, his
plan might go into action. The 6'8 Robert took the hand
of the 5'2 beauty and escorted her into the atrium. Her
blue high heels in no way moderated the obvious
contrast in sizes.
She loved the room. Exercise equipment, all mixes of
furniture, soft lighting, she thought it grand. Robert
stood behind her and put his hands on her shoulders. He
admired her physique, and thought the heels were a cute
touch. As his hands were on her shoulders, he reached
over and tilted her head up. "Oh, dear..." were her
words as she saw the full face of the west side of the
residence hall looming overhead.
Everyone's picture window, on every floor, had a great
view down into the atrium. It would be easy to peer
down into the atrium and see clearly any activity. If
one of the residence hall rooms had a telescope or
binoculars, then they could watch the household very
closely. Earlier that year, Robert had been with a
friend who lived about half way up the building, and
that friend had simple binoculars of ten power. With
them, Robert could read the titles of magazines on his
own coffee table. That was when he had the idea.
He was massaging her shoulders, and asked, "Well, what
do you think?"
"Wow, great view. They can see just as well this
direction, right?"
"Right. Only the soft light down here limits their
view."
"I know a lot of students over there. There are even
couples up there who Tom and I go out to eat with, or
go to a show with. And you want to fuck me here, don't
you?"
"Yes, a lot, all over the place. I want as many people
as we can tempt, to see you as a whore"
"Oooh, goose bumps But something like this has been a
part of my fantasy too. Tom and I had no way to legally
be observed. But you're talking about fucking in your
own house. It is not your fault, right, if someone gets
a telescope or set of binoculars. It is not your duty
to police them, right?"
"Right."
"Then, this seems as nice a place as any."
He was already removing his clothes. He had no
underwear; he needed to send his penis down the pant
leg anyway. So, when those pants came off, Melissa was
astounded to find out that Robert was the biggest of
the three in that household. Robert was even closer to
some sexual National Geographic photo. It hung straight
down like a salami. When soft, it was perhaps an inch
longer than Martin's. But it was quite a bit larger in
diameter than either of the others.
She walked over to him. "I bet you tore into some of
those Jezebels with that." And she reached down and
began to pump him up. Part of Robert's planning ahead
was to take a lot of Yohimbe earlier today, which was
going to make a bigger and longer lasting erection for
him tonight. He was playing with her breasts as she
pumped away. He even kissed her on the mouth, which
Christopher never did. He was getting very hard, in
fact, rock hard.
Off a shelf nearby, he grabbed a joint. "Here, maybe
this will help."
"Help you rip into me? I am pretty small, and I already
have a tear tonight."
"Are you hurting? Are you done?"
"Nooooooo I didn't mean that I just want to know that
you guys will let me have at least as much time as a 19
year old Nigerian woman."
"Sounds fair. By the way, I am surprised that
Christopher did not do more to you than that."
"He tried " She was back to a sweet smile, and trying
to remove any doubts. "This is nice." She held his
penis with her right hand. It finally ended up only
slightly longer than Martin. But the width was about
50% more than Martin; and it was bumpy and nodular due
to large veins all around it. She took the now lit
joint with her left hand, raised it to her lips and
drew in. She immediately choked and coughed. She even
had to let go of Robert's penis. So, then, he warned
her that it was strong. She considered the warning
late.
Robert looked up. He knew some residents were already
watching, and that was with the soft, almost candle
strength, lighting that was dispersed about the atrium.
Melissa was quickly getting stoned from only the one
deep toke.
He had thought of this plan over 6 months ago. He just
had not had anyone to try it on.
Now, he had his beautiful white woman in plain sight of
anyone in the residence building who might want to see.
That she was white, married, known on campus, and might
be seen by someone who she works with, all that was all
perfect. He felt extra turned on.
By then, she was pretty heavily stoned. She looked up
at the building. "So, you want to spread me out and
fuck me viciously, so they can see? You want everyone
to know that I am a slut, a whore, a Jezebel?"
"Yes. I want that."
"Well, that sounds pretty good to me. You can do it."
"Oh, just one more thing." And that moment he flipped a
switch on one of the columns. Bright halogen lights
came on all around the atrium. Some were clustered onto
couches, weight benches and other places where it might
be good to be seen fucking.
"Oh, you're really sneaky." And she walked into one of
the brightest lighted sections and laid back on an
angled weight bench. She put one leg on each side of
the bench. Then, she reached down and pulled her labia
loose. "I am going to need some lubricant."
He dutifully had some Vaseline in storage, and pulled
it out of a cupboard. He stuck a large amount directly
into her. She looked up and smiled. Then she waved at
the residence hall.
He was greasing himself up while she did that. She
watched him bring the giant knobby thing over to her.
Her perception was now affected. She was thinking that
he would just start deep fucking her with it. Luckily,
he was less stoned and still knew to start up
carefully.
He slipped the head into her, and bumped some the veins
along her length. He quickly hit bottom. The length of
her vagina seemed to have shrunk back a great deal
since Christopher worked on her. He started to stretch
it again. Robert's entry was helped a lot by the other
two men fucking her first. Now, Robert was able to
quickly re-stretch her to at least the point where
Christopher had her at. He was already stroking her
with 8 to 10 inches. Her insides were sure a lot
different than they were early that morning. A lot
different.
She was cumming already too. The smoke, the other
fucks, everything, was all adding up for her.
Huffing, puffing, panting, and her screams and squeals
were all happening. She looked up wild eyed. "So good.
So good. So good." "Sorry, uh, oh, mmmm, that I, mmmm,
ooooh, said that stuff a while ago. Do you still want
to rip into me?" Her opening was already laid wide.
"Sure, but just a little tonight. OK?"
"It feels so good to be so, uh, uh, Oh, ow, ow,
stretched SO good." She had her hands around his back
as he poked deeper and deeper. He was already at
Christopher's depth. "Oh, Oh, aaaaa, uh, mmmmm. I like
being stretched." She bucked back at him, even with so
much deep in her.
She grabbed his flexing butt and pulled him in, with
each of his thrusts forward. There were, at least, a
dozen or so telescopes and binoculars trained on that
weight bench.
No doubt, they could see her spread. No doubt that they
could identify her, that is, if they knew her. There
was probably already a clear photo taken, for someone
up in the hall must have had a 35 mm camera attached to
a telescope. Even in the late 1960s, that was common.
She stopped him just for a second, just to get a
question in. He kept twitching and slowly oscillating
while she asked, "Do you think that they are having fun
watching?"
"Oh, yeah."
"What do you think that they would like to see done to
me?" She hugs up to his shoulders, and puts her mouth
by his ear. "A black man with a giant penis carving
another notch in the poor little white girl?"
"I am sure that they would like to see that."
"The size that Christopher did?"
"Bigger." And then he went back to pumping her. The
scene, the beauty who he was plugged into, the possible
audience, the smoke and the filthy talk reminded him
that he did have a Jezebel here. She was married, yet,
here she was stuck on Robert. And she seemed to
frequently be asking to just be treated as such a
Jezebel. That was another reminder, a reminder to
proceed properly with the ritual.
She was sitting back on the incline of the dark leather
bench. He began to think that it would be nice to
clarify what was happening to the little white woman's
vagina, just as the bright lights did for the larger
scene. He was sure that a viewer would like forms of
documentation. He pulled out of her, turned just a
little for a better pose for the hall voyeurs, and
showed the abnormally large penis. He had opened and
widened the work that Christopher did. So, as busting
the cherry the first time in a woman's life was a
marker, Robert considered Melissa's enlargement a
natural, stage by stage, indicator of a woman who was
just now beginning to have sex with properly hung men.
Robert actually admired Christopher, who was not
abstract or cerebral about meeting Melissa. Robert was
trying to adopt Christopher's mood and the basic senses
involved in the real ritual of changing another man's
wife, slut, or whore. By any name, such a woman was
still a Jezebel. And within her ritual, the extremely
hung men saw themselves as sexual vigilantes who
enjoyed their duty.
His mind started to flash back to the other Jezebels,
at least to the ones he had helped change. He
remembered the animal feelings of carving into the
woman, of her accepting such permanent changes, of one
large penis's changes then added to the changes by 20,
30, 40 or more hung men. And he realized now, as
Christopher must have realized earlier, that everything
was present in order to begin such an ancient ritual.
White, a tiny American woman, very beautiful and so
many other characteristics should not be imposing
qualities. She still was such a whore, comfortably saw
herself that way, and, for some reason known only to
her, seemed to want the ritual. Everything was in
place. All three men, and all the ones who might help,
just needed to unify in accepting her as their present
project.
Only seconds had gone by. His penis was still hovering
in the bright halogen light. Her creamy juices, shiny
Vaseline, and a small amount of blood that he credited
to Christopher's work, all that could be clearly seen
smeared all over it. If there were a 35 mm with a great
lens, it surely snapped more photos of this stage.
Robert Drills Melissa - VERY HARD
Robert was in project mode now, and did not want any
viewer, including himself, to miss the changes that
Melissa would go through. There was an iron frame
lounge more central to what might be called 'the
viewing area'. It had its own set of two cushions and a
large mattress type area. He grabbed a simple white
sheet out of the cupboard and wrapped around and
through the lounge.
Since it was hit from multiple angles by many halogen
spotlights, the lounge was brightest area in the room.
Melissa had sat there watching the preparation, while
slowly rubbing her reddened opening. Robert came back
to the bench, took her hand and led her to the lounge.
If any guy or gal up in the hall had a quality lens
trained on the activity, they could now detail even her
little fur heart and the matching long hair on her
head.
He picked her up, and, while standing, started to slide
her down on his penis. She held onto his neck. He got
to hear all the sounds that she could make, very close
up. He began to press her down onto it, and not just
allow her own weight to do it. Her entire pelvic width
was filling with black penis. She seemed to not be able
to keep from wiggling. That made her sink faster.
Robert looked directly into Melissa's eyes. Wild hazel.
Her eyes fluttered and looked around his body and her
body; it was as if they asked "what next?" He reached
up and took her hands away from his neck. He brought
Melissa's arms down to her sides and held them and her
entire body with the grip of his two hands. She tried
to wrap her legs around him, but she was too small and
he was much too big to have that done.
Her legs dangled. With her arms pinned and her body
only for him to hold and move, she looked back into his
face. He looked at her differently than he did only a
few minutes ago. She might have said that he looked
focused and on a quest. He started moving her body up
and down, as if he were going to use the little thing
to jack himself off. Her eyes went ultra wide and she
gasped.
He moved around and leaned back a little, so the people
in the hall might be able to better see her going up
and down on him. Since she was clamped by his hands and
depended on his lift, she could do nothing to soften
his impact. He began to slide her up and down a little
farther each time and he increased his frequency.
Melissa realized that he did intend to forcefully use
her body to jack off. She remembered nothing like this
in the photos.
She was cumming quite often, especially after she knew
what was going to happen to her. Her size and weight
were no effort for him to hold and use like he was
doing. Her head popped back and she could see the front
of the residence hall. She wondered if any one she knew
was watching her obscenity. She remembered that several
of her friends lived high in the building and did use
telescopes as an easy way to scan the campus.
He kept extending the range of the jack. She felt both
his length, which kept stretching her vagina higher
into her gut, and that extra width, which had her
opening taunt, smacking and snapping. She was cumming
even harder as she was both poked more thoroughly and
scared now.
And he had finally settled his mind. Melissa was
Jezebel. She was supposed to receive his most intense
fucking. "Melissa, do you feel yourself changing
inside?"
Between gasps and crying out, "Oh, yes "
"Melissa, I can answer your earlier question now. Yes,
I do want to rip into you."
"I know...uh, uh, uh, ow-ow-ow-ow-ow!"
He kept jacking with her body, deeper and faster. "But
I am telling you this, because, tonight, in only a few
minutes, you will already be too big for your husband."
She did not say anything. She was busy squealing,
ooohing and aaahing. She felt another little tear
opposite of Christopher's. The feeling was identical.
She bobbed her head to her chest and looked at her
dangling legs. There was a new red smudge, slightly
smeared into the right groin. Christopher had done his
on the left.
She asked in a staccato, hard to understand, voice, "Am
I too big for him now?"
He looked down at where she had been looking.
"Probably. But that is not what I was talking about."
And with that comment, he ground her down on him and
tried to get it all in. He twisted her body as well as
slamming it down on his length. The he fucked her that
way for another 10 minutes. Melissa thought that
produced, at least, two more spots.
Robert laid her on the lounge, with her back down and
the two pillows behind her upper back and head. She was
still gasping for air, but had absolutely never said
anything about stopping.
He quickly raised both of her legs above her chest, and
immediately put himself back into her.
He just straight fucked her hard, with full depth
thrusts and lots of twisting. His goals were to make
obvious changes.
She was screaming a lot with this position and his
roughness. Martin and Christopher came in from the
other room to check out what was happening to Melissa.
As Robert had planned, the white sheet was showing the
voyeurs that this was not play, and that Melissa was a
small white woman being torn up by a large black penis.
He closed his eyes, thought about the Jezebel that he
was connected to, and thumped her hard for another 10
minutes. Then he blasted the inside of her. She came in
multiples when he came. As with his friends, his gush
was strong and easy for her to identify on top of all
the other sensations.
She laid there trying to recover at least her breath,
even if she could not recover her old vagina
Her breasts were rising and falling in extreme fashion,
in perfect sync with the full intensity of her
breathing. Robert had stepped back, so that her opening
might be completely in the clear.
The tight vagina that she had at the beginning of the
day, could have never hung open, even briefly, like
this one now did. The lips, the mons, the inside of
both legs, just about everything down there had a
slapped red look. The white sheet was red between her
two legs. She held her lips open; he could see, as well
as anyone with a quality telephoto lens, that her inner
membrane had a star shape central to it. Five point
star? Five pressure relief changes? Robert told her
that it looked like a star.
"Cute. Very cute (actually starting to lighten her
voice, as in a joke). Guess this means that, from this
point on, I can only fuck extremely large penises. And
I suppose that you are going to recommend "black"
ones?"
"Of course, of course," He switched the lights to low,
pulled her from the lounge and then escorted her to the
bathroom.
Fair is Fair
Martin was almost sorry that he brought Melissa to his
roommates. Not because of concern for her, rather
concern that they took up too much of her evening and
exhausted her. And they busted her up a lot, something
he had been careful not to do with his first time. He
was resigned to try another time, that is if she even
would consider following through on the fantasy that
had seemed common to all four people.
Then she returned from the bathroom. Martin was
surprised that she had not gone upstairs from the
atrium side and gathered her things. Her hair was
combed. She still had on her heels. Most importantly,
she was still nude. She stood in the doorway to the
atrium and motioned for him to come in there. Martin
was very happy with her. She was being a Jezebel all
the way.
Martin thought that he would still play good guy and
come on soft, "Are you sure you want me over here?
Didn't they kind of do you in?"
"You're the one who showed me the photos. How many guys
did that 19 year old take on that first night, during
her, shall we call it, initiation?"
"Oh, I think I see. Seven guys fucked her that night."
"She sure has me beat. Not that I am envious about the
other four tonight. But your friends sort of showed me
that you were being very polite this morning, and that
you held back. Am I correct?"
"Yes. Sort of feel a little stupid, since they started
right in on you. I am very pleased that you are
special. You are what other Americans would call
perverse, and strong enough willed to follow through on
such perversity."
"Wow, what a compliment, I think. Heh, heh. Guess I
have been hiding a lot from many Americans, including
my husband. Hopefully, he won't be sorry that he
promoted swinging and playing around. But I am sure not
worried about that now. And Robert tells me that it is
too late to worry about fucking with little guys. I
suppose that I will have to keep on doing these kind of
activities instead (badly fakes a sigh)." She had
undone his belt, unzipped his pants and was dropping
them as she finished talking. He quickly finished
undressing.
"Clarify something for me. Am I correct, that I might
bleed a lot with every change now, but that as I get
larger, that will happen less often?"
"Yes. That is exactly the way it goes. Your vagina sort
of learns to play with the big boys."
She motioned to the open "see all" area, now bathed in
soft light. "Do you like that kind of play, too? Do you
want me to keep learning how to play with boys, in
there?"
"I sure do."
She moved the sheet around so they would have white,
should they choose to land on the lounge. The original
stains still showed for the voyeur, just at the other
end of the lounge. "Remember how you started this
morning? Me standing, bent over?"
"Oh, yes I do."
"Would you like another chance?"
"Certainly." Before he let her go any farther with her
plans, he offered her another joint. She accepted. They
lit up, and, between the two of them, smoked the entire
joint. During the smoke, she would occasionally reach
over and stroke his penis.
He had gotten very hard, just thinking about being able
to fully work on Melissa. He began to have the more
base type feelings toward her. More proper for a
deserving white Jezebel of the USA Martin was the only
one who knew that Melissa had not told her husband
about any of these activities. If Robert had not
already made sure, Martin was going to finish Melissa
enough this very night to insure that the husband would
never fit again. That way, the first time that the
husband heard of her whoring, she would already be way
too big for him. That was a little extra turn on kink
for Martin.
In the open area, there was a surround of couch
sections. You entered from the south, and all other
directions were closed off by the sections as they
really made an open "U", rather than a true square.
Melissa looked up at the residence hall, went around to
the couch on the east side. She was behind that east
couch, and she looked over her shoulder at the hall,
which was now directly behind her. Once positioned, she
flopped all of herself, from the waist up, over onto
the pleather of the couch. That left the backs of those
beautiful muscular legs and ass aimed directly at the
hall. She spread her legs and said to Martin, "Don't
forget the lights."
He grabbed the jar of Vaseline that was left out,
switched on the bright halogen lights and walked over
behind Melissa. He had her go down to the bend of the
couch units, where she could lay across diagonally.
Then she pushed out her ass and spread apart those legs
again.
Martin realized that would allow any attentive
residence hall people to see partially from the side.
He greased her directly with the rest of the Vaseline
that he had in his hand. Even though she was bigger,
she could still identify his large mushroom penis head
as it came into her.
He was amazed at how wide and deep she felt now. Within
minutes, he was fucking with more than he had ever
fucked her with. He was able to grab her hips this
time, and pull back strongly just as he poked the penis
deeper into her. He admired the work of his two
friends. It was up to him to take things farther, and
end the evening "big" time. One of the other two
started playing some R&B music in the other room
(Marvin Gaye?). Good mood music; however, he did have
his own count for thrusts, twists, and overall
effective Jezebel reaming.
He started slamming into her. That produced slaps,
smacks, pops and screams. He really was on track for
his own ritualistic contribution. Sometimes, zoned out
in space, and stoned on the good smoke, he even forgot
who he was fucking at that moment. Rather he saw
himself punching, poking and in almost all directions
stretching a vagina into a loose bag. Then he would
flash back just as fast, and find out he had been doing
and was doing all that for real - to Melissa
Of course, all the earlier tears were opened and she
slightly trickled down both legs. She knew that was
going to happen, ignored it, and pushed hard back onto
Martin. She was determined to be a part of this action,
action she considered hundreds of times better than
fucking her husband. He reached down and spread her ass
cheeks. There, for anyone watching, was a bright red
opening that was easily shoved into any direction
(since his imagination had been working in reality). He
pulled out for a second and spread her lips. She still
had a general star design. But, Martin did not know it
at the time, it was larger in all dimensions than when
Robert checked it out.
He went back into her with force. She spent her time
squealing, bucking, shaking all over and generally
cumming too many times to count. He tossed her left leg
over the top of the couch. Now she only had one blue
high heel on the floor. With her left leg spread wide,
he was able to get in still deeper. It was sort of like
a modified scissors, only standing. He grabbed her
pelvis again, and with the new angle pulled back
strongly. He buried himself and held her little ass on
his base. With her like that, he literally screwed.
Melissa was stretched smoothly through a whole 360
degrees. When she started to ooze a little onto the
pleather couch, he decided to move her over to the
lounge.
He just picked her up, still stuck on his penis, and
carried her over to it. When he got there, he
considered working that same position longer, but,
instead decided to put her into a standard missionary
position. He turned her around, laid her on her back,
grabbed both of her knees, spread them to her gymnastic
maximum, and went up the middle and straight into her.
Now he was giving deep grunts as he hit so hard and
gave such extra effort before and after each hit. Her
little 100 pound body jerked and quivered all over with
each single hit. He pumped ever faster, then came in
her, holding himself at maximum depth and twisting
every last drop out. A large amount of white came out
of her, layered over pink.
Still breathing fast and heavy, she dropped her arms
and legs to the sides of the lounge. He began pulling
out that huge penis. To Martin, it looked like he
expected it look at the start of any Jezebel reaming
ritual. And he thought Melissa looked like she was
supposed to look, with a now very wide, very red
vaginal opening that took up a much larger fraction of
her pelvis than when she started. But, in Melissa's
case, this more standard opening had been transferred
into the smallest and lightest colored body that he had
ever seen it done to.
He spread her lips apart, for his curiosity and any
lenses that might be focused on her. Two flaps of the
star shape were gone. What was left was a fairly ragged
opening that was not unlike what many women have after
long experience in this world. But the 26 year old
Melissa was radically different than she had been this
morning. Her husband had not yet been gone 24 hours,
and, already, her vagina had become far too large for
his penis to ever work properly in her again.
Scheduled Workouts
Melissa sat up after Martin was done. She pulled him
over and kissed him on the cheek. Maybe it was her jock
history as a gymnast, her present conditioning, the
power of her own personality or a nebulous combination,
but she was casual about any bleeding. She was in no
hurry to run to a bathroom. With her chin on her knee,
in a very modified 'Thinker' pose, she said to Martin.
"That was everything. All of you were bigger than I
thought any man could be. The sex felt incredibly good.
And then it hurt a lot. It was wonderful, and an
ultimate pleasure. It was scary and painful. I feel
like every sensation was there."
Martin, "You're a special woman, Melissa. I do not know
how you came to understand that all those types of
sensations are necessary."
"I was thinking about things very similar, before you
came along with your Jezebel stories. When you arrived,
with your stories, your rituals and your big penis, or
should I say penises," She looks to the other room
where Christopher and Robert are calmly sitting. "then
it seemed that I could try to make fantasy a reality.
Sure seems real to me now."
He gathered his clothing. She continued to sit in the
bright light, nude, with her red opening and red
stained sheet; she looked up at the hall and gave
another wave. As she finally moved away and threw the
light switch and headed to the bathroom, she bent over,
opened her labia and said, "Oh, my... How often do I
need to go through this to stay big or get bigger?"
"Once a week should keep things going. But we usually
find many more of our friends who want to join in
fucking the woman. We have had women who had such sex
every day of the week."
"More guys?"
"Of course. Remember you saw photos of more than 12 men
working on that one woman."
"You don't have that many Nigerian guys over here, in
the states, going to school at this university."
"No, but, within 60 miles, and just drawing upon other
university students who are at least mild
acquaintances, I might be able to find more than a
dozen new men for you. It is important to put many
different men inside you, as often as possible."
"I get it. A whore, and a well used one. Lots of guys.
Lots of guys who are big? This is more wild than I
thought. At least once a week, huh? My pussy hurts now.
But I bet I could work up to fucking with a few guys at
least three times per week. Would that help?"
"Certainly. A perfect attitude, from a perfect little
devil."
After his last comment, Melissa went to the bathroom,
then gathered the pieces of her outfit upstairs, put
the outfit on and headed for her car. With her lab
manager planning skills, she had prepared for that ride
home. For in that car was a small igloo ice chest, full
of ice. Central within the ice was a glass dildo. She
slipped it in and drove home.
Continued in part 2...
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others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world
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