1969 Pt. 01

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, "ummm, 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 twisted 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 cuming 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 cuming 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 " And she 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 more of a smirk, a sly, nasty smile formed. "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, cuming, howling, cuming again, jerking, quivering, and cuming 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 ".