Robert Mills - Slut wife

"Sure," Melissa said again. "Why not? This is my last party."

He waited bashfully, as if waiting for someone to tell him what to do. Melissa leaned against one of the large upholstered chairs, grasped the back and bent over so that he could pretend he was penetrating her from the rear. He had a beautiful hard-on and it would be a delightful experience, if he didn't funk out before they made a connection. She waited patiently.

She could hear his heavy breathing behind her, then an arm circled her waist and something soft was rubbing in the lips of her pussy. She caught her breath, waited for him to continue whatever he intended to do.

The man called Jim thrust a finger into her cunt, worked around the lips, then massaged her clit. Melissa felt a tremor go through her body as the tiny nub came alive. She realized that suddenly she wanted this man. Twinges of pleasure erupted from her clitoris. Her cunt was becoming hot and wet.

"Oh God!" she whispered. "Stick your cock in me.

Someone applauded. She heard the click of the camera. The kid was taking pictures of Jim fingerfucking her cunt.

There was loud laughter.

"Lick her cunt, Jimmy!"

Melissa spread her legs as she felt the man behind her change position. He was settling down, then she felt his body squirm between her legs and the soft tip of his tongue worm into her cunt. He lapped it softly, moving around the gentle lips, lapping up her sweet cuntjuice. The camera was clicking away.

Melissa was becoming hot. She didn't want to play any more. She wanted to be fucked and she wanted this man to do the fucking.

"Stick your cock in me! Fuck me!"

The licking stopped.

"Go ahead! Fuck her, Jimmy!" Screams of pleasure swelled in the room. "Give her ass a good workout!"

More wild clapping. Something hot touched her cunt. It worked slowly between her cuntlips. Jim pushed hard and the hot shaft of his prick slithered up her hot cunt.

Click.

"That-a-boy, Jimmy! Fuck the shit out of her!"

Hands grasped her body at the hips and sharp nails dug into her tender flesh.

"Give her all you've got, Jimmy! Fuck her teeth out!"

Jim was fucking in and out, hampered by the fact he was so tall that he had to spread his legs wide in order to lower his groin to the same level of Melissa's cunt. He was breathing hard. His groin smacked repeatedly against her ass and his hard cock was buried deep in her slippery cunt. Melissa was loving it."Harder," she coaxed. "Fuck harder!" Click. "Sonofabitch!"

"Don't worry about him!" Melissa snapped. "Give me some good cock!"

"You'll get it, baby."

He was grasping her hips tight in order to steady himself and get the leverage to jam his cock into her pussy. He was cursing under his breath. "God damn, oh God damn."

Melissa lowered her head, straightened her legs, raising her ass, making her cunt more accessible to his prick. He was fucking in and out like a clamoring piston and with each thrust her cunt began to tingle. She felt like his cock was beating in her belly and only his stream of hot cockjuice would soothe the pain of her cunt."More," she pleaded. "More!" "Shit, baby. You'll get more." "Oh God, that good!" Click."That dirty sonofabitch!"

"Forget that asshole!" Melissa snapped. "Just think about fucking my cunt!"

He slapped her ass with his groin as his prick began to flare, fucking rapidly and panting.

"Jesus," he muttered as the explosion began to trigger. "Oh Jesus, here it comes!"

He opened his mouth. "Aaahhhhh!"

His cum shot from the head of his cock, flooding her cunt. It seeped past her cuntlips and ran down his cock, onto his balls and dripped to the floor. Melissa waited patiently for the last drop of cum to ooze into her vagina, then she pulled free and straightened up. She turned and looked into Jim's contented face.

"Now, you super stud. Lick my cunt!"

He got down on his knees, grasped her thighs and began lapping the wet flesh of her pussy. Click. Click. Click.

Melissa came back from the bathroom fully aware that she had made a complete ass of herself by permitting the kid to take pictures of her. One thing had led to another until the situation had gone so far that there was no turning back. From holding hands, they had progressed to feeling cocks and cunts, then rubbing cocks and cunts, then sucking cocks and cunts. It was inevitable that the next step would be fucking. An actual fucking scene which was photographed happily by the man with the camera.

Now she felt like a fool.

Girls were dancing in a circle. They had removed their long dresses and were topless. Tiny string bikinis barely covered their pert little pussies. They were prancing about, pausing before some of the guests and bending down so that they could feel their tits.

A chair shuffled uneasily and a voice complained, "Ah hell, take that damned thing off!"

Melissa smiled as she watched. The girls were so young, so inexperienced. Simple college girls who thought it perfectly logical to fuck their dates if they bought them a Coke and hamburger, yet thought that prostitution was terrible. Still wet behind the ears but quick to tell society how the country should be run. Poor dears. They had so very much to learn.

She settled down in a chair to watch the action, wishing she had a good drink and a cigarette. She shifted her gaze slowly around the room looking for Lois. It would be nice to have a drink and a cigarette together.

Two men were setting up a portable record player. Melissa watched. The record player looked so small.

When they were finished, one of the men looked her way, said something to his companion, then headed for her. Melissa viewed his approach with uneasy reluctance. She felt awkward sitting there completely nude.

"The guys want to play games," he said breathlessly. "Would you mind joining in?"

Melissa thought it over for a moment.

"What kind of games?"

The man nodded his head in an impulsive gesture; "The kind of games guys dig at this sort of thing. Will you do it?"

Melissa was amused. "Sure," she answered. "I'd love to."

He gave her a big grin. "Thanks. The guys wanted to be sure you were in," he said.

Melissa asked him for a cigarette, put it to her lips and leaned forward so he could light it. Her tits were boldly apparent as she raised her arm. It failed to bather him.

"Thanks," she said. "I could also use a drink."

He promised to send her one and hurried back to the record player. Lois was nowhere in sight.

She puffed on the cigarette, watching quietly as the girls formed a small circle. They stood facing outward. Men were removing their clothing, facing them. Then, as if on signal, each girl removed her bikini bottom. The men beamed happily and gazed longingly at their pussies.

Melissa was bewildered.

Music swelled from the record player. The men shuffled sideways, moving around the inner circle, their pricks bobbing with the motion. They peered at the girls. The man at the record player lifted the needle arm. The music stopped. The circling stopped.

Melissa was finding the game intriguing. It was a game of musical chairs. She could see that each man faced a girl except one, he stood alone and the man at the record player called him from the circle. He left reluctantly, then became joyous when a girl was also eliminated from the game. They gasped hands and moved away from the group, seeking out a secluded corner where they immediately launched into sex games of their own. Melissa could see the girl, down on her knees, fondling his stiff cock, then take it in her mouth and proceed to give him a blowjob. She still couldn't see Lois.

Melissa yawned with bored indifference. She assumed she should join the group; men were already casting glances at her, straining to see her cunt. What she craved was excitement and what she was getting was boredom. She would have to join them, there wasn't anything else to do. First, she was going to have that drink.