1969 : Part one

His mind started to flash back to the other Jezebels, at least to the ones he had helped change. He remembered the animal feelings of carving into the woman, of her accepting such permanent changes, of one large penis’s changes then added to the changes by 20, 30, 40 or more hung men. And he realized now, as Christopher must have realized earlier, that everything was present in order to begin such an ancient ritual.

White, a tiny American woman, very beautiful and so many other characteristics should not be imposing qualities. She still was such a whore, comfortably saw herself that way, and, for some reason known only to her, seemed to want the ritual. Everything was in place. All three men, and all the ones who might help, just needed to unify in accepting her as their present project.

Only seconds had gone by. His penis was still hovering in the bright halogen light. Her creamy juices, shiny Vaseline, and a small amount of blood that he credited to Christopher’s work, all that could be clearly seen smeared all over it. If there were a 35 mm with a great lens, it surely snapped more photos of this stage.

Robert Drills Melissa - VERY HARD

Robert was in project mode now, and did not want any viewer, including himself, to miss the changes that Melissa would go through. There was an iron frame lounge more central to what might be called ‘the viewing area’. It had its own set of two cushions and a large mattress type area. He grabbed a simple white sheet out of the cupboard and wrapped around and through the lounge.

Since it was hit from multiple angles by many halogen spotlights, the lounge was brightest area in the room. Melissa had sat there watching the preparation, while slowly rubbing her reddened opening. Robert came back to the bench, took her hand and led her to the lounge. If any guy or gal up in the hall had a quality lens trained on the activity, they could now detail even her little fur heart and the matching long hair on her head.

He picked her up, and, while standing, started to slide her down on his penis. She held onto his neck. He got to hear all the sounds that she could make, very close up. He began to press her down onto it, and not just allow her own weight to do it. Her entire pelvic width was filling with black penis. She seemed to not be able to keep from wiggling. That made her sink faster.

Robert looked directly into Melissa’s eyes. Wild hazel. Her eyes fluttered and looked around his body and her body; it was as if they asked “what next?” He reached up and took her hands away from his neck. He brought Melissa’s arms down to her sides and held them and her entire body with the grip of his two hands. She tried to wrap her legs around him, but she was too small and he was much too big to have that done.

Her legs dangled. With her arms pinned and her body only for him to hold and move, she looked back into his face. He looked at her differently than he did only a few minutes ago. She might have said that he looked focused and on a quest. He started moving her body up and down, as if he were going to use the little thing to jack himself off. Her eyes went ultra wide and she gasped.

He moved around and leaned back a little, so the people in the hall might be able to better see her going up and down on him. Since she was clamped by his hands and depended on his lift, she could do nothing to soften his impact. He began to slide her up and down a little farther each time and he increased his frequency. Melissa realized that he did intend to forcefully use her body to jack off. She remembered nothing like this in the photos.

She was cuming quite often, especially after she knew what was going to happen to her. Her size and weight were no effort for him to hold and use like he was doing. Her head popped back and she could see the front of the residence hall. She wondered if any one she knew was watching her obscenity. She remembered that several of her friends lived high in the building and did use telescopes as an easy way to scan the campus.

He kept extending the range of the jack. She felt both his length, which kept stretching her vagina higher into her gut, and that extra width, which had her opening taunt, smacking and snapping. She was cuming even harder as she was both poked more thoroughly and scared now.
And he had finally settled his mind. Melissa was Jezebel. She was supposed to receive his most intense fucking. “Melissa, do you feel yourself changing inside?”
Between gasps and crying out, “Oh, yes ”

“Melissa, I can answer your earlier question now. Yes, I do want to rip into you.”

“I know...uh, uh, uh, ow-ow-ow-ow-ow.”

He kept jacking with her body, deeper and faster. “But I am telling you this, because, tonight, in only a few minutes, you will already be too big for your husband.”

She did not say anything. She was busy squealing, ooohing and aaahing. She felt another little
tear opposite of Christopher’s. The feeling was identical. She bobbed her head to her chest and looked at her dangling legs. There was a new red smudge, slightly smeared into the right groin. Christopher had done his on the left.

She asked in a staccato, hard to understand, voice, “Am I too big for him now?”

He looked down at where she had been looking. “Probably. But that is not what I was talking about.” And with that comment, he ground her down on him and tried to get it all in. He twisted
her body as well as slamming it down on his length. The he fucked her that way for another 10 minutes. Melissa thought that produced, at least, two more spots.

Robert laid her on the lounge, with her back down and the two pillows behind her upper back and head. She was still gasping for air, but had absolutely never said anything about stopping.
He quickly raised both of her legs above her chest, and immediately put himself back into her.
He just straight fucked her hard, with full depth thrusts and lots of twisting. His goals were to make obvious changes.

She was screaming a lot with this position and his roughness. Martin and Christopher came in from the other room to check out what was happening to Melissa. As Robert had planned, the white sheet was showing the voyeurs that this was not play, and that Melissa was a small white woman being torn up by a large black penis. He closed his eyes, thought about the Jezebel that he was connected to, and thumped her hard for another 10 minutes. Then he blasted the inside of her. She came in multiples when he came. As with his friends, his gush was strong and easy for her to identify on top of all the other sensations.

She laid there trying to recover at least her breath, even if she could not recover her old vagina
Her breasts were rising and falling in extreme fashion, in perfect sync with the full intensity of her breathing. Robert had stepped back, so that her opening might be completely in the clear.
The tight vagina that she had at the beginning of the day, could have never hung open, even briefly, like this one now did. The lips, the mons, the inside of both legs, just about everything down there had a slapped red look. The white sheet was red between her two legs. She held her lips open; he could see, as well as anyone with a quality telephoto lens, that her inner membrane had a star shape central to it. Five point star? Five pressure relief changes? Robert told her that it looked like a star.

“Cute. Very cute (actually starting to lighten her voice, as in a joke). Guess this means that, from this point on, I can only fuck extremely large penises. And I suppose that you are going to recommend “black” ones?”

“Of course, of course,” He switched the lights to low, pulled her from the lounge and then escorted her to the bathroom.

Fair is Fair

Martin was almost sorry that he brought Melissa to his roommates. Not because of concern for her, rather concern that they took up too much of her evening and exhausted her. And they busted her up a lot, something he had been careful not to do with his first time. He was resigned to try another time, that is if she even would consider following through on the fantasy that had seemed common to all four people.

Then she returned from the bathroom. Martin was surprised that she had not gone upstairs from the atrium side and gathered her things. Her hair was combed. She still had on her heels. Most importantly, she was still nude. She stood in the doorway to the atrium and motioned for him to come in there. Martin was very happy with her. She was being a Jezebel all the way.
Martin thought that he would still play good guy and come on soft, “Are you sure you want me over here? Didn’t they kind of do you in?”

“You’re the one who showed me the photos. How many guys did that 19 year old take on that first night, during her, shall we call it, initiation?”

“Oh, I think I see. Seven guys fucked her that night.”

“She sure has me beat. Not that I am envious about the other four tonight. But your friends sort of showed me that you were being very polite this morning, and that you held back. Am I correct?”

“Yes. Sort of feel a little stupid, since they started right in on you. I am very pleased that you are special. You are what other Americans would call perverse, and strong enough willed to follow through on such perversity.”

“Wow, what a compliment, I think. Heh, heh. Guess I have been hiding a lot from many Americans, including my husband. Hopefully, he won’t be sorry that he promoted swinging and playing around. But I am sure not worried about that now. And Robert tells me that it is too late to worry about fucking with little guys. I suppose that I will have to keep on doing these kind of activities instead (badly fakes a sigh).” She had undone his belt, unzipped his pants and was dropping them as she finished talking. He quickly finished undressing.

“Clarify something for me. Am I correct, that I might bleed a lot with every change now, but that as I get larger, that will happen less often?”

“Yes. That is exactly the way it goes. Your vagina sort of learns to play with the big boys.”

She motioned to the open “see all” area, now bathed in soft light. “Do you like that kind of play, too? Do you want me to keep learning how to play with boys, in there?”

“I sure do”

She moved the sheet around so they would have white, should they choose to land on the lounge. The original stains still showed for the voyeur, just at the other end of the lounge. “Remember how you started this morning? Me standing, bent over?”

“Oh, yes I do.”

“Would you like another chance?”

“Certainly.” Before he let her go any farther with her plans, he offered her another joint. She accepted. They lit up, and, between the two of them, smoked the entire joint. During the smoke, she would occasionally reach over and stroke his penis.
He had gotten very hard, just thinking about being able to fully work on Melissa. He began to have the more base type feelings toward her. More proper for a deserving white Jezebel of the USA Martin was the only one who knew that Melissa had not told her husband about any of these activities. If Robert had not already made sure, Martin was going to finish Melissa enough this very night to insure that the husband would never fit again. That way, the first time that the husband heard of her whoring, she would already be way too big for him. That was a little extra turn on kink for Martin.

In the open area, there was a surround of couch sections. You entered from the south, and all other directions were closed off by the sections as they really made an open “U”, rather than a true square. Melissa looked up at the residence hall, went around to the couch on the east side. She was behind that east couch, and she looked over her shoulder at the hall, which was now directly behind her. Once positioned, she flopped all of herself, from the waist up, over onto the pleather of the couch. That left the backs of those beautiful muscular legs and ass aimed directly at the hall. She spread her legs and said to Martin, “Don’t forget the lights.”