1969 : Part one

Across from that photo was another with her ass towards the camera; she was bent over. Her large labia were very clear and her slit was relaxed and slightly open. Melissa gave an “Oh, my...” When she turned the page, she got her real shock, as the 19 year old was being plowed by a mammoth penis. Missionary style. Her vaginal opening was spread wide. This photo was followed by photo after photo of various men, all with large penises, fucking her. Jet black men, caramel colored men and all variations between, each fucking her in a multitude of positions.

The photos documented different fuck sessions and distinct changes in locale. The photos went on and on. Melissa could only guess, but there may have been over a dozen men who kept fucking the 19 year old over a period of time. When the photos included outside scenes, it appeared that even a change of seasons had occurred during the process.

Each of the dozen or so men was huge. Melissa stopped for a moment. “You’re in here?” Martin gave an upscale, “why, yes I am.” “Where?” “There for one,” as he pointed to a very large shaft splaying the young woman. Melissa snapped her head around to look straight into his face. “Really?” “Melissa, it is really me.” “Now aren’t you ashamed to see this and know such things about me?” “No.” And Melissa went back to the album.

As she turned the pages, the intensity of the fucking increased. The woman’s vagina was obviously being stretched. Over the time of the photos, the diameter alone doubled. Then tripled. When shown between fucks, the vagina hung open, irregular, drooping and sometimes with cum dripping out.

The photos staged the young woman’s changes in great detail. On some of the last pages, the men would double penetrate her. And those photos began to show both a gaping ass and a vaginal opening that remained big enough for a baby’s head to easily pass through. The area between her ass and vagina had become quite small. Hardly any distance existed between her asshole and her vagina. Some old scars indicated that the distance had even been less at times in the recent past.

Melissa startled, “Did she split during some of this?” “Yes, a little...” was Martin’s casual response. “She had all this done to her while her husband was away working in the oil fields. We just made sure that she would never fit him again, and that she would have to
explain her new size.”

“Oh, that was mean ”

“She knew that she could not have all those large men without consequence. Yet, she chose to
have the experience. She wanted to be a Jezebel. It was up to her to explain her new size. And she seemed to enjoy getting to that new size ” Martin went on to theorize that he personally knew that the men got great rewards from her nastiness, just as it seemed she had gotten great rewards by being so nasty. But by choosing to have so much intense sex, she became a Jezebel, a now very well known Jezebel in that area.

Melissa’s never expressed tilt toward a type of S&M began to surface. The multiple men (of any color), the penis size (of any color) and the over stretching, all, was becoming an attraction to her. Still, she was very curious about a particular. “That was really you in some of those pictures?” “Yes. You seem so doubting?” She looked at his large creased crotch of that era. “Well, I have never seen such a penis. And I don’t care if those pants are large, there does not seem to be room in there for what I saw.”

“You taunt me with compliments”, as Martin reached down for his zipper. Melissa frantically blurted out, “No, no, no, not in here. Not in the lab. The others could come in at any time.”
Martin stopped what he was doing. Melissa went on, “I appreciate the gesture. I really do. In fact, I will take you up on the offer. But let me get my husband off on his sabbatical tonight, and I will think of a safe place for show and tell by tomorrow. I...really...do...want to see ”

A Jezebel In The USA?

Melissa took Tom at his word, about being able to start something without telling him. After he
left the next morning, she went to the lab early. Up and down the long corridor, there was just silence. No one was there yet. There was a lab storage area two floors down that only she used for her specific lab items. She went to check it. It was locked. She used one of the few keys in the entire department that would unlock it. Inside she cleaned up an inner small room, making it at least suitable for human visitation.

When Martin arrived, she motioned for him to follow her. She took him to the storage area. They went in, and Melissa locked the door from the inside. She even used an old latch that was left on it from years past and a time before safety rules. “Now, you had something to show me?”
Martin grinned and went for the zipper again. He paused, seemingly to carefully consider his steps. Then, he went back up to his shirt and took it off.
“OK. I get the whole show?” was Melissa’s response. Then the shoes, the socks and back to that zipper. He pulled down the pants, revealing more of his muscular body. But the area that Melissa was most curious about was inside very large boxer shorts. He looked at her and grinned real big as he pulled down the shorts. There, ‘live in person’, was the huge penis that she had seen in the photos.

“Oh, that’s just fantastic You were not kidding me. So, everything is true? You really used ‘that’ on the girl?” “Yes, quite a number of times, in fact.” was his proud response. She was about three feet away from him, looking at it dangle down. As she looked, it began to fill. A true 11 of Nigerian penis. And he would have more in a minute. It was as jet black as he was, with lots of prominent veins, and a growing width. She walked over and reached out. “May I?”

“Of course,” and he put her hand under it with one of his hands, as he put his other hand around her shoulders. He hugged her closer, more personal, as she examined his penis. Still filling. Now she could feel the silkiness, and those prominent veins, including the one most defined on the bottom of his penis. Still filling. Then she gave special attention to its head. It was a large mushroom shape, very defined and wider than even the shaft that supported it. She stroked it lightly as it finished coming to a complete attention, ending perfectly horizontal.

“So, if I continue doing things like this, you will think I am a white Jezebel?”

“I already think that you are a very white, very beautiful, and very nasty Jezebel.”

With that, she spun out of the hug, and stood there looking at him again from many feet away. She reached up and started untying the little bow at her collar. Then she unbuttoned her pink blouse, left it for a moment, and unsnapped, unzipped and removed her short black skirt. She was wearing one of the first thongs in town. Good for her exercises, it also had that tremendous sex appeal.

She went back to the blouse, removed it and her bra. Everything got tossed on one of the tables.
So, now she was just wearing a black thong. Her fitness was on show. Great breasts, a tiny waist, buttocks with real muscle, legs with creamy tone; it was all there. She pulled down the thong. A small heart of dark hair, perfectly matching the hair on her head, and that was all. She stood there and spun around. “You like?”

He didn’t say anything. He just walked right over to her. “Guess you do. heh, heh.” and she took his penis into her hands again. With his height, the penis was almost up to the level of her breasts; she only needed to bend over slightly to take it into her mouth. Melissa could hardly open her mouth wide enough for his mushroom head. In fact, it took a few seconds for the edges of his crown to flip past her front teeth. She swirled her tongue around it and then stuck her tongue deep into his opening. She literally fucked the opening with her tongue. He quivered.

Melissa slurped and liberally frothed all around his head one last time. She kept hold of the shaft and did a full spin around, placing her opening directly upon the tip of his penis. Taking advantage of the lubrication, he immediately started into her. The mushroom head parted her lips in an extreme fashion, reforming those lips as a perfect “O”. The head finally snapped those lips behind it; the teeth had been only slightly more difficult to get past.

He was extremely surprised how tight she was. So tight that her pinch hurt him for a moment. But he was in heaven, fucking this little hellion. He had thought that nothing like this could ever happen. Never. He was actually beginning to fuck a white Jezebel. That she was married to a white man, well, that made her a most excellent whore. She wiggled on him, and helped him slowly slide in.

He knew that it would take months of fucking by large penises to make her fit properly. Since she really seemed to be his white Jezebel, a white whore by choice, he had hope that she would graduate to that size. So, he intended to protect his investment. He went cautiously inch by inch. Her occasional wiggle helped him continue his slide into her.

Melissa was thinking that Martin’s penis was fantastic, that it was not even in the same world as the white swinging fellows who she had fucked. With just a few inches of him into her, she already had sensations that she had never had with any man. It was easy to fantasize herself as a beautiful mare, being mounted by a huge stallion.

That image was fantasy only in degree. For here, in this small locked storage area, a large black male was starting to go deeper inside a tiny white woman. As stallions go, the ratio of his penis was impressive, sort of like a Clydesdale attempting to breed with a pony. He looked at his little prize.

Her long dark hair had fallen forward over her head, covering her face. Her hands, each placed above each knee, braced her. Nice trim muscular legs, a torso as tight as a corset, smooth rounded breasts with large pointed nipples, and butt muscles that responded to his every move. He loved watching her flex those and many other muscles every few seconds. He slowly bumped past her cervix and began to see how much beyond that he could stretch her. You could say that he pushed the vaginal envelope. But not much farther. She stopped his forward movement with a tense wall, and did so at a point he considered only about half of his length.

A very surprised well hung Nigerian After all, the African woman, who he had shown being stretched in the photos, was what he considered small (5'9 and 165 pounds). Here this white woman seemed like toy size. Such observations only enhanced his thrill more. Changes, like he was used to doing to Jezebels in the past, would be massive for Melissa. He pressed harder.

She shook all over, tensed, bucked and came, jerking on the end of Martin’s huge penis. As he pressed her from minute to minute, she would respond the same way each time. Finally, he decided that she had made a small adaptation. He began to truly stroke her with that half length. He saw a clean lab table, one covered with a cloth normally used for seed counting. Today it was to be used for Melissa.

Martin reached under Melissa and cupped her breasts and chest with one large hand. He lifted that front section of her, while her rear section remained securely plugged on Martin’s penis. He swung her around to the cloth covered table and, except for her ass and legs hanging in space, laid her across it. He resumed stroking her. Her mouth would ooh and aah. Her vagina would slush and foop loudly. She was having the best fuck of her life.
And she was fulfilling some of Martin’s greatest fantasies. He would look down, see her stuck on him and think “how could this be real?”. Then he took the reality of the moment and made more fantasy. He wondered how great it would be to work on her for weeks, months or even longer. He was bold enough to begin to think of her as a white Jezebel project, one which he and all his stateside friends could work on so long and so well that her little white woman vagina would become as large as the one he had left with the African Jezebel in Nigeria.
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 twists 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.