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The Adventures of Melissa - 2 (M+F, exh, orgy)
by Bill Williams 

***

        "Do you know that it's been exactly one month since we had
        our adventure at the adult theater?"

        They sat in the living room,  watching  a  taped movie  on
        their VCR.  Bill had joined a video club  and they enjoyed
        renting the X-rated films.  They watched a couple  a week,
        and  then  went  to  bed  and  screwed   until  they  were
        exhausted.

        "Are you thinking about me  jacking off a couple of cocks,
        again?"  Melissa asked,  with a flutter of her eyelids for
        effect.

        Bill smiled,  idly rubbed the silky skin of her thigh just
        above the smooth curve of her knee,  then moving higher on
        her sleek thigh,  towards  her  heat  and moistness.  "Are
        you?"

        "God, yes!"  Melissa writhed  as his  fingers  touched her
        panty-covered  pubis,  "I'm ready  to  go  to that theater
        again, any time you are!"

        "You liked that little jacking  off  adventure, didn't you
        baby?  His soft voice murmured  seductively, "And  you dig
        getting your cunt finger-fucked  while you jacked off  two
        big, hard pricks."

        His finger pushed through the silken fabric  of  her moist
        panties at her erect clit.  Melissa began  to squirm  with
        delight at the soft fingering of her hot pussy.

        "I think we were both really turned on  that night.   Yes,
        I'd like  to either do that  or some other adventure  with
        you, again,"  Melissa purred,  "I liked it  when I had two
        fingers in my pussy and a prick spurting cum in each hand.
        Now that was really a turn on for me."

        "What I'd also like  to do is watch you either finger fuck
        another lady,  or eat her,  of fuck her, or something like
        that.  You know what I mean,  have dirty sex  with another
        woman while I could watch,  just like you watched me  jack
        off those cocks there in the movie house."

        "Well honey, I'd like that too. If we could figure out how
        to get another lady  for me,  or a guy for you.  Maybe  we
        could both watch each other fucking and sucking."

        "I don't know  whether I'd rather have you watch me, or me
        watch you."

        "Or, maybe watch each other!"

        After a few minutes of silence,  Melissa spoke again, "You
        know that I do like these screw movies and I like to watch
        them with you  and then make love,  but...our adventure at
        the theater was more exciting than these movies."

        Bill probed harder at her clit,  his finger  worming under
        the elastic band  of her panties,  sinking  into  her  wet
        cunt.

        "Yes,  I know.  You'd  like  to  see  that night on video,
        wouldn't you Melissa?"

        "Damn right I would. We're just as good, maybe even better
        than the turkeys  we watch on those tapes.  Why  don't  we
        star in our own movies?  We could get a  camera  and  take
        movies of us at the theater,  then watch them  whenever we
        wanted right here at home.

        She squirmed as his plunging finger sent pleasure rippling
        down her belly.

        "Too dark. Can't take movies there, not enough light for a
        video camera."

        "Well, damn it, William!  That's what I want to do. You're
        smart about cameras,  can't you figure something out?  You
        can if you put you mind to work."

        She began  to grope his cock  as his finger  worked on her
        clit.  "But right now, let's get to bed.  I want that hard
        cock in me, right now!"

        In  minutes,  his  feet  were  digging  into  the  sheets,
        stroking his pounding prick into her open cunt.  Melissa's
        legs locked around  the  small  of  his  back  and her ass
        lifted on his down stroke, as she felt the pussy juice run
        down the crevice of her shapely ass. Bill pulled her tight
        as his cock spurted into her tight pussy.  Her cunt milked
        the cum from his prick,  while  she  felt  her  own orgasm
        taper off and then slowly stop.

        As they drifted into sleep,  Melissa  felt  another small,
        quiet orgasm twitch  her  body  as  she  again  thought of
        jacking off two cocks, and especially as she thought about
        fucking the young movie usher,  and not telling Bill about
        it  as he ate her cunt  only a few minutes later.  Finally
        relaxed and tired, she drifted into sleep.

        Two days later,  Bill burst  into the house, excited about
        the package in his arms.

        "Wait until you see it." Bill opened the big box to reveal
        a color video camera. "I've got a camcorder! I also bought
        a tripod, a remote control switch, and an auto-focus, low-
        light lens  for  the camera.  You're going  to  be  a star
        baby!"

        The remainder of the evening  was  filled  with trying out
        the camera, the auto focus lens and the portable recorder.
        Much giggling from Melissa  while the conspirators planned
        just where  and how they were going  to shoot their "epic"
        movie,  and  how  they were going  to  get  some  of their
        friends into the movies  without their friends being aware
        that they were being filmed.

        Bill  shot  about  twenty minutes  of  Melissa  undressing
        slowly,  lying on the bed and masturbating for the camera,
        her soft red tipped fingernails  toying with her pink clit
        while Bill adjusted  and fiddled  with the settings on the
        camera,   occasionally  even  moving  the  lights  in  the
        bedroom.

        Melissa  demanded  equal  time,  playing  at  being both a
        director  and a camera man,  with Bill holding a  copy  of
        Playboy  magazine  and  jacking  off  to  the  centerfold.
        Melissa zoomed in as he spurted his cum from his cock onto
        the fold-out page,  capturing on tape the squirting creamy
        juice.

        In playback in slow motion later,  Melissa  was fascinated
        to watch the white jets arc out to softly splash and cling
        to the slick magazine pages  as  her husband  milked every
        drop of cum onto the smiling Bunny.

        In bed later,  the camera in the closet, lens fixed on the
        bed,   the  overheated  couple   fucked  for  the  camera,
        capturing the action  to watch later.  Performing  for the
        camera,  made Melissa feel sexy  and extroverted,   giving
        them both a night in bed they would  enjoy  watching  over
        and over.

        Watching her make love  to another man was beginning to be
        an obsession with her husband.  He dreamed up one scenario
        after another  that would end with him filming another man
        fucking  Melissa.  Finally,  they agreed  to invite  a few
        friends over and see what developed.

        The  next  week  flew by,  as they tried camera angles and
        lighting in the bedroom.  Another week  and they felt that
        they had solved the problems,  their camera work was good,
        the lighting fine,  the  finished  product  of their tests
        with the unit was as good  as  the  taped movies  they had
        rented.  They were all set to shoot their big epic movie.

        Much planning went into the selection of the guests,  with
        three  couples  invited,  for  a total of eight for dinner
        Saturday  night.  Polly  and  Harry  were  from  Melissa's
        office.  Polly was a free talking,  very  pretty lady with
        long  black  hair  and big tits which Bill admitted really
        turned him on.  Harry was the office manager  over Melissa
        and although nothing had gone  on  between  them,  Melissa
        often felt his bold eyes on her tits  and ass.  His  quick
        look at her  legs  when  she  crossed  them  indicated  he
        definitely  had  an  eye  for the women, but Melissa could
        only guess if he fooled around.

        Melissa  invited  another  couple  because she noticed the
        bulge  in  the  guy's  swimsuit  when they met at a mutual
        friend's pool party. His name was Bill, also, but everyone
        called him  "Bull"  and his live-in girlfriend  was Susan.
        She was a petit blonde  with a wide,  sensuous mouth and a
        great ass that she loved to swing  when she thought a male
        was looking, which was often.  Melissa's Bill  said,  "She
        looks like she just got out of bed  and can't wait  to get
        back in."  Melissa laughed.

        Bill invited his old friend, George, and told him to bring
        a friend.  George,  a professional football player who had
        injured his knee  five years ago,  was  selling  insurance
        now.  They did not know  who George  would  bring  to  the
        dinner.

        Saturday evening,  just before the guests  were to arrive,
        Melissa modeled  her outfit  for Bill.  A new dress  of an
        expensive gold woven fabric,  it was slit  from the hem to
        the upper thigh. It was a wrap-around that fastened at her
        waist with a wide black band and buckle.

        When she bent over, the loosely wrapped top fell even more
        open and her lovely,  creamy breasts were exposed  to well
        below the nipples.

        She wore no panties,  and showed Bill  how she could flash
        her naked cunt at  whoever was directly across from her by
        sitting demurely  with her knees tightly clasped,  turning
        slightly  and letting  her  thighs open, her slitted skirt
        falling away from her thighs,  her skirt opened,  exposing
        her thighs clear up to the crotch.  By moving just another
        inch or so, Melissa then showed Bill her pussy.

        When the guests arrived,  Bill  served cocktails.  Melissa
        admired George's date's dress,  and gave each of the men a
        chance  to glimpse  her pretty pink  nipples as she served
        the napkins for the cocktails.

        George's date was Betty,  a beautiful  light-skinned black
        woman  for  England.  She  had  a  charming  accent  and a
        magnificent ass, that undulated with each step.

        After dinner,  the couples relaxed in the living room with
        coffee  and  brandy.   Melissa  sat  across  from  George,
        tantalizing him with flashes  of  her long slim legs,  and
        letting the slitted dress part occasionally. George stared
        into the darkness of the space between her thighs.

        Harry,  at her right, was being treated to glimpses of her
        full breasts whenever she reached over for her drink. Each
        time Harry spoke to her,  Melissa  leaned  slightly toward
        him,  and she could feel  her breasts nudging  the wrapped
        opening on her blouse, parting the soft material, exposing
        her nipples.

        Between  showing George her thighs  and Harry her breasts,
        Melissa was getting aroused.  She could visualize the size
        of Harry's prick  by the swelling bulge  in his lap as she
        watched him dart glances  into  the dark cleavage  of  her
        full breasts.  She enjoyed feeling the power to turn Harry
        on,  feeling the moisture beginning  to gather on the lips
        of her naked pussy.

        The sensuous  blonde  housewife  decided  that  she really
        liked  being looked  at  and admired sexually, and besides
        looking at male buns, really liked looking at the swelling
        male  lap,  wondering  about  the  size  and  shape of the
        masculine organ in hiding.

        The dinner  party slowly  broke  into  couples,  Bill  and
        Susan,  Melissa  and  George,  with Bull talking to Polly.
        Heading for the bar  to get another brandy,  Melissa  took
        George's hand  and pulled him to the bar.  "Would you help
        a girl George.  I need someone  to  open  a new  bottle of
        brandy,  and you look like you'd be good  at uncorking and
        unscrewing."

        "I don't know too much  about unscrewing,  but I'd be glad
        to help," George leered.  "I never heard of anyone getting
        unscrewed."

        "Well  if  you  don't  know  anything  about  unscrewing,"
        Melissa laughed, "what do you know about?"

        "I know about football.  I know about insurance.  And I do
        know you're  not wearing  any panties.  I know that you've
        been showing me  your  pretty pussy all night,  and I know
        that you're  the most desirable lady here tonight.  I also
        know  that  if you weren't married,  I'd  sure give you  a
        run."  George touched her hip,  his big black hand lightly
        caressing her flared hip through the gold fabric.

        Pouring  and warming the  brandy,  Melissa  smiled at him,
        touching his hand with hers, scratching at the back of his
        big black hand with her fingernails while she moved closer
        to the big football star, lightly pressing the tips of her
        breasts into his thick arm.

        "Not only am I not wearing any panties,  just so you could
        see my pussy,  but I'm not wearing  any  brassiere either.
        I'm totally nude underneath this thin material. And all of
        it is just for you, George."

        The light grazing  of her nipples against George's heavily
        muscled arm,  made Melissa's nipples harden and she felt a
        delightful tremor  of pleasure in her pussy  as she became
        more excited by the second.

        Melissa placed  her ice blue eyes  on George's face.  "I'm
        married George, not dead! Bill and I get along fine, but I
        do what I do,  and Bill does  what he does.  We  don't own
        each other."

        Melissa leaned forward,  hunching  her shoulders slightly,
        allowing George free vision  of her succulent pink nippled
        breasts.  "Like  to see more  of these?"  Melissa  purred,
        moving her shoulders  so her full,  heavy breasts quivered
        and shook with ripples.

        "Sure, I'm interested. What do we do about it?"  the husky
        black growled.

        "George,  you can  have  me  anytime  you  want  me.  Just
        whistle."

        George pursed his lips  and a slow,  long  whistle emitted
        from his mouth.

        "Bill",  she called out,  "George  and I are going to talk
        about  that insurance policy on the house.  Do you want to
        come along and talk about it now?"

        Bill,  deep  in conversation with  Susan  waved a negative
        gesture.  "You two can talk business,  I'm busy here," his
        eyes devouring Susan.  Susan's infectious laughter brought
        giggles from the ladies and a chuckle from Bull.

        Bill  knew  where  Melissa  and  George  were  going as he
        watched Melissa lead George down the hallway to the master
        bedroom,  where the camera  was hidden in the closet.  The
        camera lens peeked out  between the clothing  hung  in the
        closet.  Focused on the bed and the mirror on the wall.

        Before Melissa  could close the bedroom door  behind them,
        George's  hands slid  up under her skirt.  Melissa  pulled
        away from his hands,  "Not so fast,  my friend.  Just  sit
        down here  on the bed  while  I close  and lock the door."
        Melissa  slipped  the  lock. "Now,  my  friend  I've  been
        showing you what I've got,  now  it's time  to  let me see
        what you've got. You sit down and let little Melissa do it
        all for you."

        Positioning  the  husky  black  male  where the camera was
        focused,  she sat on the edge of the bed, her heel sliding
        to  touch  the floor switch  that  turned  on  the camera.
        Melissa  reached her fingers  to  his zipper  and  drew it
        down,  the teeth making a soft buzzing sound as she pulled
        it down from his belt buckle to his crotch.

        Her hand found the opening  and reached into the warmth of
        his  groin,  searching for  his  hardening  organ  at  the
        opening of his jockey shorts.

        Success!  Her fingers  touched  the cock  and drew it from
        it's hiding place.  Still drooping like a ripe banana, his
        thick skinned male  organ  emerged.  It  hung,  semi-soft,
        semi-hard,  black shafted with a pinkish,  mushroom shaped
        knobby head, half hidden with foreskin.

        "That  feel good,  honey?"  She asked  as she  stroked his
        heavy  foreskin  lightly  back  and forth over the bulbous
        knob of his black cock. She knelt between his outstretched
        knees and leaned forward into his crotch.

        "Better and better," was his husky, low answer.  His  cock
        began  to  thicken  as  her  hands  fondled  it  lovingly,
        touching  the  silken skin  lightly  with  her fingertips,
        tracing  the  heavy  black  veins   that  stood  from  the
        circumference of his mighty rod.

        She  began  milking his  black  prick  from  root  to tip,
        squeezing on the pulling stroke, lightly pushing  the skin
        back toward his balls on the return caress,  until she was
        rewarded by a clear drop of  honey  oozing  from  the deep
        hole  on  the  tip  of  his pecker,  a  crystal  jewel  of
        liquid sparkling against the pink blackness of his knob.

        "I really like it  when a prick  starts leaking!"  Melissa
        murmured  with a lascivious lick  of her red lips.  "I get
        turned  on  something  fierce   when I get to swallow even
        just a little bit of cum!"

        She traced the heavy swollen veins  standing  out from the
        stem  of his cock with one hand while the other opened the
        tie at the side of her blouse, pulling it open to bare her
        succulent  breasts  to him.  His black  hand  covered one,
        squeezing  and touching  the soft flesh,  his large, rough
        fingers rubbing the erect nipple, coaxing it further.

        Her hand  now  pumped his prick  with  increasing pressure
        squeezing  and  pulling.  The  drops welling from the deep
        hole in the tip began  to pearl  and then to run down over
        the knobby head. Bending slightly forward, her pink tongue
        dipped into his honey,  licking it  from  the smooth skin.
        Her palate,  rewarded,  savored  the  sticky  liquid  that
        spread to  coat  her  tongue  and the inner surface of her
        mouth.

        Pumping  more,  Melissa  caught  another  drop   and  then
        touched the opening  of his black prick to the pink nipple
        of her breast.  The nipple sparkled  as she coated it with
        the honey welling from his cock. She ran her tight fingers
        to  the  base  of  his  cock  milking it  toward  the tip,
        squeezing  the clear honey out  to hang  on his glans in a
        thick  pearl.   She  bent,  squeezing  harder,  until  the
        quivering droplet hung, then left the dark knob to descend
        slowly to her pink erect nipple.

        She pulled his long cock harder, jacking him off, her hand
        flew on the thick black root clutched between her grasping
        palm.

        "George, I've always had this fantasy of sucking off a big
        black prick and swallowing  the juicy cum.  I'm  going  to
        suck all the juice  from your prick, and then let it slide
        slowly down my throat."

        George smiled at the blonde, "Be my guest, Bitch!"

        Melissa bent forward,  touched her pointed pink tongue  to
        the  honey welling  from the slitted  hole  in  his  black
        prick,  wetting the head  with her flickering tongue.  She
        rolled his heavy foreskin out from his groin, gathering it
        around the head  of his prick  in  her mouth,  forcing her
        flickering tongue between the heavy folds of soft skin and
        the swollen head.

        She delighted in the different taste,  the  musky savor of
        skin  between his black soft foreskin  and the salty taste
        of the honey welling from the head of his cock.

        "That's it honey. Suck me. Suck up my juicy cock.  Take it
        all  and suck the cum right  out of my balls."  His hoarse
        voice implored her  to more suction,  his black hands  and
        fingers  busy  milking  and squeezing her full breast  and
        coaching her nipples to stand up hard.

        "Uummm,"  her muffled answer came from deep in her throat,
        around the prick in her well-stuffed mouth.

        His big black hands cupped her head tenderly,  drawing her
        face down  over the thick black stalk welling milky juices
        onto a thick glob of silver honey at the tip of his prick.

        Her  sensitive  tongue  could  feel the surges in his cock
        head as the throbbing increased to a steady beat.  Sliding
        her mouth farther,  engulfing more  and more of his prick,
        feeling the bulbous head go deeper  and  deeper  until her
        nose rested against his belly, cushioned by the wiry black
        hair in his groin, the zipper teeth scraping her nostrils.
        She hadn't been sure if she could take all of him, but, in
        her excited state,  it had been easier than she could have
        hoped.

        She swallowed,  her throat gulping,  massaging  his  glans
        with her throat,  then,  tight  lipped,  she  pulled back,
        milking his cock with her mouth,  savoring the musky juice
        coating her oral cavity.  Twice more  her mouth  sucked in
        the length of his black prick, deep throating him, when he
        started to shudder, his body tensing.

        Once more her lips traveled from tip to root, then holding
        his surging prick  with the hand farthest  from the camera
        lens, she pulled her lips free and open mouthed, aimed his
        prick  to the opening,  a distance  of  about five  or six
        inches.

        She jacked  and pumped  the black rod,  turned  on  by the
        thought  of the camera  catching the juice  from his balls
        entering her mouth,  thinking  of  the juice  spraying out
        from the tip of his cock  into her ready waiting and eager
        mouth.

        The first hot squirt spanned the space  to splash into her
        mouth,  a glob  of silver  musky  juice,  and  she  leaned
        slightly  closer  to catch  the second  spurted  offering,
        trapping it with her open mouth.

        As  the  squirting  black  prick spurted  less sperm,  she
        followed  with  her  mouth,  closer  now  to  the spitting
        squirting end of his cock, until she had captured the last
        of the sticky sperm in her open mouth.

        Slowly,  her  lips  slid over the pink black knob  and she
        pulled  all  of  his  still  pulsing prick into her mouth,
        feeling it soften. Melissa's fingers tightened at the base
        of his prick,  squeezing  the  thick  shaft  upwards,  her
        fingers on top of his rod,  thumb underneath as she slowly
        squeezed the sticky hot cum  from his prick,  watching the
        pearly sperm form on the clefted black glans.

        Her head slowly bent over his cock,  as she began  to lick
        at  the sperm  with the tip  of her tongue,  swirling  her
        pointed pink tongue into the hole.  Licking  up all of his
        sticky silver juice from the tip of his knob,  down to his
        balls,  cleaning  off  all of the warm  wetness,  then she
        pushed his cock back into her mouth.

        Gently sucking  at the lump of flesh,  savoring the juices
        and the feel  of the softening satin smooth  skin, Melissa
        played with his softening cock,  catching  and holding the
        glob of hot sperm,  then turning her head slightly to face
        the hidden camera, she smiled lasciviously into the lens.

        Pulling his cock back,  George  began  to draw it from her
        lips, until it fell from her lips with an audible pop.

        "Now it's my turn.  My turn to suck you off, Melissa." The
        husky  black  male  leaned  forward,    holding  Melissa's
        shoulders with his big hands  as he pulled her forward and
        up onto the bed.

        "George, I'd rather not,  we've been in here  so long that
        someone will wonder what happened to us, and besides, when
        I get a tongue in my pussy,  I like to keep  it  there one
        long time."

        "To hell with the others!"  George growled.

        "Well,  at least think  of my husband out there,"  Melissa
        smiled  demurely,  eyes  cast  down,  trying  to  look  as
        virginal as possible.

        "I do have a marriage and a reputation to protect, but I'd
        sure take  a  rain check  for some time later,  maybe even
        later tonight,  if this party ever gets livened up  like I
        hope  that it will,  especially  if  you help it  along by
        sexing it up out there with the other girls."

        "You mean you want me  to help you turn this party into an
        orgy?"

        "Now that would be fun, wouldn't it George.  How would you
        like  to fuck one of the girls out there?   And  which one
        would you like to fuck, besides me?"

        "Well,"  his  brow furrowed  with  thought,  "I've already
        fucked Betty plenty of times,  and  you  would  be my next
        choice,  but  I'd like  to fuck  that  sexy  little blonde
        bitch, Susan, too."

        "Then  why don't you help me  out  and  let's get sexy out
        there with the others  until we get a full blown  swinging
        orgy started."

        "I'll do it, let's go get the fucking started."

        "Slow down now."  Melissa's  voice calmed down the big ex-
        football player. "We've got to play this cool, letting the
        others  warm  up a little  slow  if  we want to get a real
        swinging  party started.  We might  get  them all a little
        drunk, and relax any inhibitions they may have. Then, when
        they are  all  relaxed  and happy,  bang,  we  fuck all of
        them!"

        George broke into laughter  at her light hearted planning,
        not really sure if she was kidding him, or really planning
        a full blown orgy for the group tonight.

        "Are you serious, Melissa?"

        "You bet your sexy,  black ass I'm serious, do you want to
        help out, and fuck Susan, or not?"

        "Sure, I'll help.  What do you want me to do?"

        "Here is  what we'll do,  as soon  as we get around to it,
        later this evening, we'll ...
