1969 : Part one

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 ”.

Christopher just thought that this was what he was supposed to do to her. She was smaller than any woman he had ever fucked, and her vagina was tight, ...at first... But, he thought everything else was standard. He thought he was supposed to help start the process of making her vagina huge. He had gotten extra turned on when he learned that she was married; earlier today, Martin told Christopher of the husband’s 6 penis. Thinking that this was the standard ritual, he believed that he might even be able to make her too big for 6 this very evening.

He looked down at her stuck on him, and thought of how pretty, how toned, and how white she was. She felt smooth and still very tight to him, as he rammed her over and over. So, in his mind, that just meant that he had not done his job. He knew his usual mandate. He felt that Martin and Robert, and others in the very near future, were all depending on his contribution.
As a goal, he put in his mind the image of Melissa with a large floppy opening, all reamed out. Then he pounded her with his penis. Downstairs, they could hear him hitting her harder and harder. And they could hear her scream and cum continuously. Martin feigned shock, covering his eyes. But, then, he did look out from under the covered eyes and smile at Robert.

Christopher looked down at Melissa’s opening. He needed to get something major done to it tonight. Banging and banging and banging away, he kept thinking that something should give.
Then, it did. She ripped a little on an inside lip. Christopher did not think that was much, and continued to pump her hard. Then he suddenly could tell she was larger, and he immediately gave her his full load. Some of it gushed out, draining down both legs. She was still quivering, still jerking, still occasionally cuming, moving the ass back onto his penis and pulling forward. She was sort of coasting. She felt him slowly pull out what she believed a small fire hose should feel like. When he was out, she did not close down right away. The lips were red and swollen, the one inner lip notched by Christopher, and the opening just gaped. The only thing that he said was, “I like your shoes.”

She laughed hysterically. The two downstairs were sure that Christopher had gone too far and that the little white woman had been driven crazy or was horrified by the vagina changing fuck.
Upstairs, she rolled over, wiped the tears from her eyes and with real laughs interrupting her speech, said, “I am so glad that you like my shoes ” “My shoes ? ?”

Now Christopher was horrified. “You...are...angry... ? ?”

“No, no, no, no,” as she reached for his penis. Taking it in her hands and rubbing it softly, “No, I am just happy that this can do what it did. I loved it, Christopher. Loved it.”

Well, that made him feel much better. Now, he was sure that he was supposed to have done all that to her. Still, he was pretty confused by her reaction. He was thinking that a white Jezebel might, indeed, be quite different from others. Overall, he was proud of his contribution tonight.

The two downstairs did not know quite what to make of the silence that now dominated the house. Perhaps, Christopher fucked her unconscious, or, worse, fucked the delicate little thing to death. But right then Christopher double jumped stairs on the way down to the ground floor. He was smiling. For Robert and Martin, that clarified nothing about Melissa’s condition. Finally, the beautiful, completely nude (except for those blue high heels) Melissa came down those stairs.

She gave Robert the come here sign with her left hand. Robert finally was able to believe that he might get some. He was happy to see that she was smiling. But, now that he was free of such stress, he remembered his own personal plans. He gave her back the come here sign; he wanted her downstairs. Her face lit up and she started on down.

Robert had a great idea for a more public performance that would have powerful sexual rewards for voyeurs. In addition, it would test Melissa’s brazen attitude. How unashamed was she? Was she whore enough to be willing to let people on campus know that she was fucking large Africans during her husband’s absence?

Only about 200 ft. east of their house was a large graduate student residence hall. Students of all specialties stayed there. Many were post doctorates like Martin, Christopher and Robert. Many studied and worked in the same bio science building where Melissa worked. A glass covered atrium type structure made up the southern portion of the Nigerians’ rental house. It added to winter warmth and gave a great sense of openness to the house. It had a tile floor. For all walls and the ceiling, it had crystal clear glass. Most sections of the glass had motorized draping to reflect sun when it was unwanted and to add privacy. Deluxe housing? Not when your families had major investments in oil, as in the cases of all three of these men.

The atrium was a great place for all kinds of activities. Tonight, Robert had something very special in mind. Earlier in the evening, when he still had hope for his personal fantasy, he had shut the drapes on all the ground level glass. Now that he had hope again, his plan might go into action. The 6'8 Robert took the hand of the 5'2 beauty and escorted her into the atrium. Her blue high heels in no way moderated the obvious contrast in sizes.

She loved the room. Exercise equipment, all mixes of furniture, soft lighting, she thought it grand. Robert stood behind her and put his hands on her shoulders. He admired her physique, and thought the heels were a cute touch. As his hands were on her shoulders, he reached over and tilted her head up. “Oh, dear...” were her words as she saw the full face of the west side of the residence hall looming overhead.

Everyone’s picture window, on every floor, had a great view down into the atrium. It would be easy to peer down into the atrium and see clearly any activity. If one of the residence hall rooms had a telescope or binoculars, then they could watch the household very closely. Earlier that year, Robert had been with a friend who lived about half way up the building, and that friend had simple binoculars of ten power. With them, Robert could read the titles of magazines on his own coffee table. That was when he had the idea.

He was massaging her shoulders, and asked, “Well, what do you think?”

“Wow, great view. They can see just as well this direction, right?”

“Right. Only the soft light down here limits their view.”

“I know a lot of students over there. There are even couples up there who Tom and I go out to eat with, or go to a show with. And you want to fuck me here, don’t you?”

“Yes, a lot, all over the place. I want as many people as we can tempt, to see you as a whore”
“Oooh, goose bumps But something like this has been a part of my fantasy too. Tom and I had no way to legally be observed. But you’re talking about fucking in your own house. It is not your fault, right, if someone gets a telescope or set of binoculars. It is not your duty to police them, right?”

“Right.”

“Then, this seems as nice a place as any.”

He was already removing his clothes. He had no underwear; he needed to send his penis down the pant leg anyway. So, when those pants came off, Melissa was astounded to find out that Robert was the biggest of the three in that household. Robert was even closer to some sexual National Geographic photo. It hung straight down like a salami. When soft, it was perhaps an inch longer than Martin’s. But it was quite a bit larger in diameter than either of the others.

She walked over to him. “I bet you tore into some of those Jezebels with that.” And she reached down and began to pump him up. Part of Robert’s planning ahead was to take a lot of Yohimbe earlier today, which was going to make a bigger and longer lasting erection for him tonight. He was playing with her breasts as she pumped away. He even kissed her on the mouth, which Christopher never did. He was getting very hard, in fact, rock hard.

Off a shelf nearby, he grabbed a joint. “Here, maybe this will help.”

“Help you rip into me? I am pretty small, and I already have a tear tonight.”

“Are you hurting? Are you done?”

“Nooooooo I didn’t mean that I just want to know that you guys will let me have at least as much time as a 19 year old Nigerian woman.”

“Sounds fair. By the way, I am surprised that Christopher did not do more to you than that.”

“He tried ” She was back to a sweet smile, and trying to remove any doubts. “This is nice.” She held his penis with her right hand. It finally ended up only slightly longer than Martin. But the width was about 50% more than Martin; and it was bumpy and nodular due to large veins all around it. She took the now lit joint with her left hand, raised it to her lips and drew in. She immediately choked and coughed. She even had to let go of Robert’s penis. So, then, he warned her that it was strong. She considered the warning late.

Robert looked up. He knew some residents were already watching, and that was with the soft, almost candle strength, lighting that was dispersed about the atrium. Melissa was quickly getting stoned from only the one deep toke.
He had thought of this plan over 6 months ago. He just had not had anyone to try it on.
Now, he had his beautiful white woman in plain sight of anyone in the residence building who might want to see. That she was white, married, known on campus, and might be seen by someone who she works with, all that was all perfect. He felt extra turned on.
By then, she was pretty heavily stoned. She looked up at the building. “So, you want to spread me out and fuck me viciously, so they can see? You want everyone to know that I am a slut, a whore, a Jezebel?”

“Yes. I want that.”

“Well, that sounds pretty good to me. You can do it ”

“Oh, just one more thing.” And that moment he flipped a switch on one of the columns. Bright halogen lights came on all around the atrium. Some were clustered onto couches, weight benches and other places where it might be good to be seen fucking.

“Oh, you’re really sneaky.” And she walked into one of the brightest lighted sections and laid back on an angled weight bench. She put one leg on each side of the bench. Then, she reached down and pulled her labia loose. “I am going to need some lubricant.”

He dutifully had some Vaseline in storage, and pulled it out of a cupboard. He stuck a large amount directly into her. She looked up and smiled. Then she waved at the residence hall.
He was greasing himself up while she did that. She watched him bring the giant knobby thing over to her. Her perception was now affected. She was thinking that he would just start deep fucking her with it. Luckily, he was less stoned and still knew to start up carefully.

He slipped the head into her, and bumped some the veins along her length. He quickly hit bottom. The length of her vagina seemed to have shrunk back a great deal since Christopher worked on her. He started to stretch it again. Robert’s entry was helped a lot by the other two men fucking her first. Now, Robert was able to quickly re-stretch her to at least the point where Christopher had her at. He was already stroking her with 8 to 10 inches. Her insides were sure a lot different than they were early that morning. A lot different.

She was cuming already too. The smoke, the other fucks, everything, was all adding up for her.
Huffing, puffing, panting, and her screams and squeals were all happening. She looked up wild eyed. “So good. So good. So good.” “Sorry, uh, oh, mmmm, that I, mmmm, ooooh, said that stuff a while ago. Do you still want to rip into me?” Her opening was already laid wide.

“Sure, but just a little tonight. OK?”

“It feels so good to be so, uh, uh, Oh, ow, ow, stretched So good.” She had her hands around his back as he poked deeper and deeper. He was already at Christopher’s depth. “Oh, Oh, aaaaa,
uh, mmmmm. I like being stretched.” She bucked back at him, even with so much deep in her.
She grabbed his flexing butt and pulled him in , with each of his thrusts forward. There were, at least, a dozen or so telescopes and binoculars trained on that weight bench.
No doubt, they could see her spread. No doubt that they could identify her, that is, if they knew her. There was probably already a clear photo taken, for someone up in the hall must have had a 35 mm camera attached to a telescope. Even in the late 1960s, that was common. She stopped him just for a second, just to get a question in. He kept twitching and slowly oscillating while she asked...
“Do you think that they are having fun watching?”

“Oh, yeah.”

“What do you think that they would like to see done to me?” She hugs up to his shoulders, and puts her mouth by his ear. “A black man with a giant penis carving another notch in the poor little white girl?”

“I am sure that they would like to see that.”

“The size that Christopher did?”

“Bigger.” And then he went back to pumping her. The scene, the beauty who he was plugged into, the possible audience, the smoke and the filthy talk reminded him that he did have a Jezebel here. She was married, yet, here she was stuck on Robert. And she seemed to frequently be asking to just be treated as such a Jezebel. That was another reminder, a reminder to proceed properly with the ritual.

She was sitting back on the incline of the dark leather bench. He began to think that it would be nice to clarify what was happening to the little white woman’s vagina, just as the bright lights did for the larger scene. He was sure that a viewer would like forms of documentation. He pulled out of her, turned just a little for a better pose for the hall voyeurs, and showed the abnormally large penis. He had opened and widened the work that Christopher did. So, as busting the cherry the first time in a woman’s life was a marker, Robert considered Melissa’s enlargement a natural, stage by stage, indicator of a woman who was just now beginning to have sex with properly hung men.

Robert actually admired Christopher, who was not abstract or cerebral about meeting Melissa. Robert was trying to adopt Christopher’s mood and the basic senses involved in the real ritual of changing another man’s wife, slut, or whore. By any name, such a woman was still a Jezebel. And within her ritual, the extremely hung men saw themselves as sexual vigilantes who enjoyed their duty.