Melvin's Magic Love Juice Ch. 09

“Please, don’t... don’t...” Courtney breathed.

“Don’t stop? Don’t worry, dear. I won’t,” Violet said, and one hand moved up to slowly caress and knead Courtney’s breasts. Courtney tensed but did not try to stop her. Courtney didn’t know why she was feeling this way, so tingly and needy, but she wanted the feelings coursing through her to continue. She bit her bottom lip: the expression of a girl who knew what she was doing was naughty but didn’t dare stop.

Melvin’s own inner conflict had no apparent effect on his sexual organs; they were already beginning to stir in the crotch of his pants. He couldn’t take his eyes off Violet’s long pink tongue lashing out and wetting Courtney’s soft skin, couldn’t open his mouth to tell them to please stop, this isn’t what he had in mind when he’d asked Courtney out on a quiet date, just the two of them.

Violet pulled Courtney’s top down over her breasts, Courtney’s heaving mounds of flesh straining against the fabric of her lacy black bra. Courtney’s breaths became quicker, and as her lust overtook her, she began to rub her tits, taking time to pinch the hard nipples between her fingers. She licked her lips.

Melvin thought of Morgan the witch; she would enjoy the irony of Melvin’s situation, probably sitting in her shop and laughing her ass off at this very moment. Last week he wouldn’t have imagined any woman acting like this in front of him, and now he only wanted it to stop, if only to protect his mental image of the cute young waitress he’d been crushing on for almost a year.

Bridget’s hand wormed down the front of Joey’s pants, and Joey’s muscles tensed as he felt her take a hold of him. She began to kiss the side of his neck, her eyes still on Violet and Courtney.

Hammer had just gotten sight of Violet between Courtney’s legs, and he cried, “Holy shit! You go, Vi!” He had his arms around Tasha and Tina, and Shelly sat on his lap. The three girls clapped enthusiastically when they saw what was going on the couch and shouted encouragement, and Tina got a good look of Melvin’s face. What did ol’ Uncle Mel think about his sweet date getting wet from a girl licking up her legs? He was mortified, but Tina could tell that he also couldn’t help but be turned on at the same time. Tina giggled. Men!

“Now that you know the pizza’s fresh, you want to get a big bite of the pie, ya know? Start at the end and just nibble...” Violet’s mouth gently kissed its way up to the black thong Courtney wore under her skirt, the smell of the girl’s need strong and musky in Violet’s nostrils. She finished, “... your way to the top.”

Violet slid her fingers under the band of Courtney’s thong and pulled it slowly down her thighs. Courtney sighed in anxious anticipation, her eyes thin slits, only the whites showing, rolled up into the back of her head. The lips of her pussy glistened with needy moisture.

Melvin sucked air through his teeth at the exposure of Courtney’s pussy. How would he be able to look at her the same? The sweet innocence replaced by a mental vision of Violet between her legs, dipping her spiky, purple-topped head to get a taste of that delicious feminine honey? Melvin felt helpless but to watch.

Courtney gasped and fisted her hands in Violet’s spiky hair. Her eyes popped open, and she looked at Melvin with a lusty, hungry glare, her face flushed a dark red. This was not the sweet girl from the cafe; she’d been replaced by a horny redhead who just wanted to get fucked and get fucked HARD. He still wanted her, but how would he feel about her tomorrow? This was not a question that Melvin had concerned himself with any of the other women.

Melvin took in his surroundings. Everyone else had been effected by the show on the couch and wanted to get in on the act. Shelly and Tina were kissing and groping each other, swiping a plate of crackers and meat off a table and falling on top of it, their hands desperately working to get the other out of her clothes. Hammer (on bass) was getting a good look at Tasha as she pulled her shirt up over her juicy brown breasts, his hands squeezing and groping at them, and Brenda was on her knees, going down on Crow (on drums) while Red (lead guitar) had slipped out of the crimson drapes she’d been wearing and was licking the side of Richie Golding’s face while he tickled her now exposed clit with his hand.

“Oh, yeah,” Joey breathed next to him, and Melvin turned to see Bridget giving her date a reach around, his cock thick and swollen in her stroking, expert hand.

“It’s a fucking orgy,” Melvin said under his breath, wondering how the hell all this had happened.

***

An old saying states, “If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em.”

Melvin felt he didn’t have much of a choice. It was either leave all of his friends and Violet’s band to their kinky devices and go home or take part in the sexual festivities at hand. Melvin chose to get a taste of the young flesh he’d been desiring since he’d first laid eyes on her. What else could he do?

Probably what made up his mind was Courtney beckoning him with a long finger as Violet smacked and licked at her pussy, Courtney’s hands fumbling frantically with Melvin’s zipper as he approached in a zombie-like trance and pulling out his straining cock. She opened her red lipsticked lips and slipped him inside with a delicious stroke of her hand. Melvin shivered. His hands slipped into Courtney’s soft hair.

“Yes,” he breathed. “Oh, darling, yes.”

Meanwhile, Shelly Stone was on the snack table, her legs spread wide, and Tina worked half of a long, thick log of sausage between her legs, giggling the entire time. Shelly’s pigtails tossed from side to side as she flung her head in passion as Tina rubbed Shelly’s clit with her free hand. Tina pulled out the sausage, much to Shelly’s dismay, and licked it clean with her tongue. If Melvin would have been watching, he would have recalled Olivia’s favorite phrase: “sex sausage” at its truest meaning.

“Now that is some tasty shit,” Tina said before plunging the sausage back into Shelly’s pussy, Shelly screaming in surprised pleasure.

Tasha Turner rode Hammer’s enormous cock, reverse cowgirl, her ass slapping against the bassist’s thighs, his hands roving over her hips and moving up to grip her bouncing breasts. Her moans were low and deep as she drove herself onto Hammer’s thickness again and again, the bassist gasping for breath. Sweat shimmered on their flexing, naked bodies.

Brenda and Red exchanged sloppy kisses as they were both bent over by Crow and Richie, respectively. Crow’s tattoos seemed to form intricate patterns as his muscles clenched and flexed, squeezing and then spreading as Crow relaxed and grew tight again as he pumped into Brenda’s dripping vagina. Richie, meanwhile, was exercising the patented Golding Twist on Red, much to her personal satisfaction.

Brenda was just happy that the night hadn’t turned out to be a total failure; at the very least, she was due for a good fucking and was getting one. It made her feel like a groupie as she twisted tongues with Red while being fucked by the band’s drummer as Richie fucked the band’s lead guitarist in front of Brenda’s eyes. Crow caressed her back with strong, surprisingly smooth hands. Brenda chanced a glance at her twin sister.

Joey had Bridget in the missionary position on the opposite couch, her legs wrapped around the round curves of Dangerfield’s tight ass, digging her heels into his flesh and pushing him harder into her. Bridget figured that she and the other girls were thinking the same thing: this wasn’t as good as it had been with Melvin, but she would take what she could get. Melvin had opened her eyes to the world of sexual liberation, and there was no going back, with or without a MacMuffin to guide her.

Melvin knew he had only himself to blame for this as Courtney managed him to the back of her throat, taking him fully and gliding her sexy mouth over his protruding, stiffened pole. He had turned these women into sexual animals, unleashing them from their cages of restraint with the magical love juice that flowed through his veins (thanks to Morgan, the conniving witch). And the love juice had come back only to backfire and corrupt the youthful sweetness of Courtney Brown, turning her into the depraved, ravenous slut that sucked his cock with uncanny prowess while being eaten out by Violet, another woman Melvin had unleashed with the love juice.

He figured his chances at an actual relationship with Courtney were ruined; he couldn’t ever look at her the same, and he didn’t know who she really was. Was it the love juice that made her act in this fashion or was it her true nature? He hadn’t wanted to change her, and yet, she had changed. At the very least, she had changed in his mind, where he had loved her for so long. Melvin sighed. In any case, he might as well enjoy himself while he could.

Violet stood up abruptly, Courtney’s juices dripping from her lips and chin, and kissed Melvin roughly on the lips, her tongue swishing out of her mouth and twirling with Melvin’s own. She pulled off his glasses, tossed them out of sight, wrapped her hands around the back of Melvin’s head, and after another few seconds of a long kiss, peeled her lips away from his.

“Time to get what’s coming to you, babe,” Violet whispered. “And I do mean cumming.”

She pushed Melvin to a sitting position on the couch, Courtney scurrying out of the way to make room for him, touching herself delicately as she watched Violet hike up her tight purple dress and maneuver herself over Melvin’s engorged boner. Melvin looked on helplessly as Violet began to grind his cock into her wet pussy with her hips, Melvin gnashing his teeth at the delicious feel of her warmth enveloping him. Violet was going to fuck him in front of Courtney, and Melvin found that he was caring less and less as he became overwhelmed by sheer, unbridled lust.

Melvin peeled back the top of Violet’s dress and flicked her nipple rings with his tongue as he started to ride him, her tits rubbing against his face. Her hands grabbed fists of hair and pulled him to her face roughly, pain scorching through Melvin’s scalp and a cry of surprise bursting through his lips.

“She’s no good for you,” Violet whispered harshly into Melvin’s ear, still bouncing on his cock, showering him with intense pleasure. “Don’t be fooled. She’s a slut. Look at how she likes to watch. You’re just as well off with me.” She licked the side of his face, the stud in her tongue cool against his skin.

Then she leaned back and bucked on him hard, driving his cock as deep inside of her as it would go, Violet screaming in ecstasy and yanking at clumps of Melvin’s hair. Melvin clenched his eyes shut, lost in an insane mixture of pain and pleasure, and just when it felt like it would go on forever, Violet gasped for breath, uncontrollably bucked twice, and collapsed off him, sweat pouring down her face. Her body trembled like a blade of grass caught in a cold wind. Melvin opened his eyes.

But Melvin didn’t get much of a breather as Tina Swift replaced Violet on his cock almost as soon as Violet was gone. Melvin didn’t know where his ex wife’s niece had come from or how she’d decided so quickly to replace Violet, but did it really matter? Shelly, now that Tina was out of her clutches, turned her attentions to Violet’s prone body while Tina jumped on top of Melvin and began humping away.

“Tina, I...” Melvin stammered, feeling her tight body rubbing against his. The feeling of Tina’s pussy was different and pleasurable, tighter and wetter than Violet’s but also cooler inside. It was something he wouldn’t have ever thought about had the women not exchanged themselves on top of him so rapidly.

Tina’s blonde curls bounced around her head, and her young face lit up with a wide, toothy smile. She leaned in much like Violet had and whispered in Melvin’s ear while she rode him, her southern accent casting a seductive spell.

“Uncle Mel, them other girls got nothin’ on me. We’re practically family,” she said, and then her tongue lashed out, flicking the Melvin’s ear lobe. He shivered, running his hands along her spine. His hair began to feel sticky and wet with sweat, clinging to his forehead in matted clumps.

His eyes rolled to the back of his head, and he closed his eyelids, lost in a whirlwind of moans and panting and sensation. When he opened his eyes again, Tasha Turner had somehow replaced Tina. When had that happened? Melvin felt drugged by the lust that the women held over him. The world had become a dream, a waking exercise into the surreal, Melvin’s lovers coming and going like ghosts.

Tasha’s brown skin glimmered with beads of sweat, and Melvin lapped at them with his tongue. His hands roamed up and squeezed Tasha’s heaving breasts, her lips moving in and closing over his own, her sculpted face radiating her pleasure.

Then she moved her mouth to his ear and said, “You know what you really want is a lifetime supply of brown sugar. Don’t try to deny it.”

Melvin opened his eyes and his mouth to reply and saw that Tasha was already gone, and Bridget Briswell was riding him now, her sky blue eyes locked on his, her desperate hunger for him apparent in her look.

“Oh, Bridget,” he moaned.

“I’m Brenda, not Bridget. Why settle for one of these girls when you can have two Briswells? Double the pleasure, double the fun. Double the orgasms when you fuck a Briswell in the bum!” she replied. Her short blonde hair fell over her face as she flung her head forward and back, gnashing her teeth and squealing as she tensed before cumming on him.

Melvin shut his eyes and said, “Oh, yes, Brenda.”

“I’m Bridget, not Brenda,” the reply came, and Melvin opened his eyes to see Bridget pushing away her twin while she plunged herself on Melvin’s cock. “My turn to get off on you. Now, did she already give you the rhyme about double the fun and the bum stuff? I mean, duh! Choose us!”

She held Melvin tighter than the others while she made love to him, her breaths shivery gasps of joy as she slowly slid up and down on his cock, her pussy tight and moist over his rock hard manhood. Melvin appreciated the change of pace and thought he might even be close to cumming when Bridget came with a muffled gasp, her head buried in his shoulder. Melvin blinked, and Bridget was suddenly replaced by Shelly Stone.

“Sorry, just had to give you a try. Watching isn’t all I’m good at,” Shelly explained as she started to fuck him, much faster than Bridget. The new pace completely threw off Melvin’s impending orgasm, and he had to begin from scratch. Shelly’s brown pigtails bounced up and down, and she buried Melvin’s face in her small but perky breasts. Melvin latched onto Shelly’s pigtails as if they were handlebars on a bike and steered her at a suitable speed by pulling them up and down.

It didn’t seem Shelly had been on for very long when Red took her place. Red was skinner, as thin as a rain, and her pussy was the tightest of the bunch, almost painful for Melvin to enter. Once he was in, he was sure he wouldn’t be able to last very long, her pussy milking him and his face covered in a bundle of Red’s dyed hair.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” Red simply repeated in sharp, jagged breaths.

The next moment, Red was gone, and then came Courtney.

Perfect Courtney, dimples forming at the corners of her smile, her face flushed, her freckles peppering her nose and cheeks, her naturally red hair shimmering in the light.

This wasn’t how Melvin had imagined their first time would be, in front of a group of people, in the midst of an orgy backstage at a dance club. He wanted to fuck her, but it seemed somehow sacrilegious to take her in such a way. Despite his reservations, he couldn’t help but have her, no matter the circumstance.

Courtney, on the other hand, didn’t seem to mind. She began to buck on top of Melvin with reckless abandon, her tits flying, smacking Melvin in the face, and she allowed a long line of spit to spill from her mouth into Melvin’s. Unsure of what to do, Melvin kept his mouth open and received it, Courtney growling and grunting on top of him.

He had imagined their first time slow and sweet, but Courtney was fucking him like an enraged animal in heat, wild and dangerous. She clawed at his neck and his hair with sharp nails, leaving marks that would probably hurt like hell the next day. She sunk her teeth into Melvin’s shoulder and bit him, Melvin sucking in a painful gasp of air, wondering how he could have mistaken Courtney for the innocent angel he had once believed her to be.

No, this can’t be right, he thought. It must be the love juice; that’s why she was acting in such a weird way. Right? The witch’s ultimate joke: turning the one girl he actually wanted into a ravenous, sex starved fiend. Or worse, maybe he had just pegged Courtney wrong. Maybe she had been like this all along, and he just didn’t see it. The love juice was a failure. More so, MELVIN was a failure.

“No,” Melvin groaned, and he pushed Courtney off him. It couldn’t happen this way; this wasn’t what he wanted. This wasn’t how the magic love juice was supposed to work. He clutched his head, a thrumming ache forming between his temples. He pulled up his pants, holding them up, and pushed away from the concerned hands that grabbed at his shoulders and arms.

“Melvin, what’s wrong?” Bridget’s voice said.

“Uncle Mel, you ok?” Tina’s voice.

“Where are you going?” Violet.

There were others, but Melvin paid no mind. He turned back and glanced at the room behind him.

Courtney on the couch. On top of Joey’s Dangerfield, his cock deep inside of her pussy, while Hammer penetrated her ass with his massive tool. Her ass cheeks rippled as he thrust into her. She had Richie in her mouth, sucking him desperately, and Crow in her free hand, jerking him off with steadfast determination. This was the girl that Melvin had wanted so long, taking on four men and loving it.

Melvin’s heart broke. He turned to the door and pushed his way through, confusion and questions plaguing him from all sides. Seeing Courtney, he made up his mind. He knew what he was going to do. He knew now what he really wanted.

As he walked out of The Deep End, the brisk night air ruffling his hair and cool on his face, he made his choice.