Peter Grinberg: Every inch a nymph

"Ohhhhhhh," the incredulous blonde sighed hotly, unable to control herself, and abruptly the camera was refocused to show the blunt end of the candy cane zeroing in to rub up the length of the girl's nakedly exposed pussy and over the excitedly fucking fingers.

Suddenly Melanie lurched to her feet and stumbled toward the screen, covering the lurid spectacle with her shadow so that pictures of the moistly glistening pussy being obscenely rubbed by the candy cane flickered across her hotly quivering young body.

"Oh God, this is disgusting! Turn it off, turn it off!" she was shouting and crying at once. For a second the film kept running as Slim hesitated, the lewdly pulsing cock in his hand burning to cum, but Melanie was sobbing uncontrollably in front of them and Jeannie knew that they had gone too far.

"Switch it, off, Slim," she called back to him. "You could have picked something a little less dirty, you filthy son-of-a-bitch."

The overwrought blonde was grateful to hear this support from her friend and felt unbelievable relief when the film flicked out, leaving them in total darkness while Slim fumbled for the light switch.

Melanie thought she heard the sound of a zipper being pulled up, but dismissed it as the product of an overwrought imagination. Then she heard the sound again, from farther away, but had no time to think about it as the lights suddenly came on to show Tony with a Kleenex in his hand. Tears were still streaming down her face, but she found that all her planned angry condemnation of Slim Ranito had melted into thin air with the remainder of her strength, leaving her standing there in front of them, swaying, with nothing to say.

Slim knew he shouldn't say anything, but he had been so close! He couldn't resist a dig that he hoped would lighten things and maybe get them all back on the track toward some good healthy group sex.

"What's the matter, kid, you afraid you're going to get the sofa wet or something?" he leered.

Melanie couldn't believe her ears. She was about to open her mouth and pour out all her anger and resentment, but Jeannie's voice spoke into the tense silence.

"Shut up, Slim." Then she turned to Melanie. "Sorry, honey, old lover boy over there doesn't know when to turn off."

Melanie mustered a brief smile of gratitude that Jeannie managed somehow, in the name of friendship, to answer warmly even though the cock-hungry brunette was about to go crazy with her exasperating need to be fucked.

But if Slim and Jeannie were frustrated, Tony was furious. He was drunk and his prick was hard as a rock, but he still knew that a man had some rights in his own house with his own wife. He had been faithful to her so long, when he knew that she didn't have an ounce of sexual response in her whole cunt, that his fidelity was beginning to wear thin as a substitute for genuine passion. That was what had led him, tonight, to go as far as he had with her girlfriend, Jeannie. But now, dammit, she was the one who had gone too far. It was time that she got hurt a little for the years of self-restraint she had made him endure as long as they had been married. So, into the silence following Jeannie's kindly meant words, Tony dropped his bombshell.

"I'd love to ram my prick up a hot little pussy like that," he said, directing his words directly at Melanie.

"Tony!" she gasped, her eyes wide and still wet with the tears of a few minutes ago.

"I'd like to suck her cunt too, something my own wife won't let me do."

Melanie shook her head as if to clear it of things that she did not wish to believe she was hearing.

"Can it, Tony." Jeannie turned to him with flashing eyes.

"I'm not going to can it. I bet you let Slim lick your cunt and you're not even married to the bastard!"

Jeannie blushed, glancing guiltily at Melanie, who was standing shocked into stillness and staring at her husband as Slim laughed, still too horny from the movie to realize the seriousness of what was being said. "You better believe it, Tony." He leered at Melanie appraisingly. "Bet she tastes as good as Jeannie. Blonde pussy is something else."

"You bastard." Jeannie got up and walked toward her friend, who was trembling and looking pale as a sheet. "They don't know what they're saying, honey. Just ignore them."

Jeannie was getting angry now. It was all right to try to maneuver her best friend and her husband into a position where they might want to have sex, but it was quite something else to push a scared girl around because she wasn't interested in going along with the idea, and Jeannie would have no part of it.

"Hey girls, why don't you show us some pussy," Tony called out drunkenly.

Jeannie shot him a blazing stare as Slim reached for the zipper of his pants.

"Have fun with yourself, lover-boy," she said icily. And with a swish of her hips she turned and guided the sobbing Melanie from the den into the kitchen.

"Oh, Jeannie, I just don't know what I'm going to do!" Melanie cried, and began to sob out a tale of sexual problems that were far more serious than Jeannie would ever have guessed from outside appearances. She had known that Tony was much more willing to enter into a group sex arrangement than Melanie, but she had not realized how deeply Melanie had been wounded by the long talks her mother and Aunt Lottie had given her about men when she was just becoming a woman – and that vile uncle of hers, she could have cut off both his balls. And when Melanie finally confessed that she had not felt a trace of sexual pleasure ever since, her voluptuous girlfriend cursed the bastard again.

It was clear that Melanie had been traumatized by one afternoon's terror into accepting everything her mother and aunt had ever said, despite evidence to the contrary in Tony's case since then.

Jeannie was barely able to keep herself from laughing out loud when Melanie told her of the "horrible thing" that Tony wanted her to do to him down between his legs, especially since the sensual brunette had been hoping to suck on Tony's cock this very night if things had worked out better. But it was no laughing matter to see her best friend locked into such a psychological quandary, and Jeannie swore as she listened to the shame-wracked woman that she would do everything she could to free her of her sexual hang-ups and restore the marriage to the ideal bliss they had all envisioned for it back during their college days.

"Oh, Jeannie, what can I do? Whatever can I do? I love Tony so much, so very much!" Melanie moaned, drying her tears.

"Honey, you just take it easy. Everything will work itself out in time," the beautiful brunette comforted the trembling blonde. "You still haven't gotten over your Uncle Max fucking you."

Melanie flinched at the dirty word "fuck", but Jeannie continued. "Didn't you ever tell anyone about it? At least your mother?"

"Oh, no, I just couldn't!"

"Well, dear, that's all in the past anyway. For now you must think about your future. Yours and Tony's future together."

"If we even have one!" Melanie exclaimed, beginning to cry again.

"He just had too much to drink tonight. I'm sure he'll be ashamed of himself tomorrow morning, and I'm sorry about Slim. He goes a bit overboard sometimes. That man, all he ever thinks about is body-building, his spa, and sex! But I love him!"

"Do… do you ever…" Melanie lowered her eyes and blushed.

"Do I ever let him lick my pussy?" Jeannie continued for her embarrassed girlfriend. "Oh, yes. And I love it! There's nothing dirty about it. And yes, I suck his cock too. It's wonderful. I have no words to describe the feeling a woman gets after her man has shot his hot cum deep down in her throat."

Melanie gasped.

"One of these days, dear, you'll know that feeling," Jeannie said, and kissed her tenderly on the cheek.

"Oh, I never could!"