Chapter 1
Melissa Byington had been a virgin that night in late September as she returned to her dorm a short quarter mile away. She had been walking home after her date had been overcome with the alcohol he had consumed steadily at the fraternity party. She had moved swiftly as the chilly night air brought goose bumps to her arms and legs. “Damn him,” she thought as she remembered her date laying drunken back at his frat house.
It was dark and silent along the sidewalk as she moved more quickly now in response to her fear. Yet, she felt no overpowering sense of fear. . . only a vague feeling of concern. Then a vehicle came slowly from behind her and she saw her shadow outlined in the glare of the headlights. “Why doesn’t that car pass?” she wondered as her fear became more pronounced. . . . .
“Hey! You with the nice ass up there. . . . . . , ” a male voice called out, ” Wanta’ drink with us?”
Mel shuddered. She searched for people about or some place of safety. . . . there was none. She turned to face her captors – for they were indeed her captors now – and spoke defiantly, “I’ll scream for help,” she said.
The struggle was short lived as the three young men seized her and dragged her into the truck as it sped off into the night. Mel felt herself alert and powerful as she appraised her situation. She calmly considered her options as she realized that death was a very real option. “Strange,” she thought as she realized she felt no fear. She waited for an opportunity. . . any opportunity.
As the truck drove away from the town and into a rural area she noted that it was an old red army vehicle only it was a civilian version. . . . “A power wagon. .. . .That’s it!” she remembered and as she lay in the firm grasp of the two men she felt the arm at her neck slide upwards over her mouth.
She bit down hard. . . .as hard as she could! She felt the flesh fill her mouth as she took a teacup sized chunk out of her captor’s arm. She spat it out as the man screamed. . . . Then, she felt the blows of revenge from the wounded man.
The truck ground to a stop as the driver attempted to restore order. “Ya stupid bastard. Why’d you let her get her teeth in ya’,” he said.
“I’ve gotta’ git to a hospital and git this hole in mah arm sewed up afore I bleed t’death.” Her injured captor cried. “Ah shut up so we can get on with what we came for.” The driver of the truck responded and assisted the other, uninjured captor to drag her from the truck and on to the grounds.
Again, Mel found an opportunity as she slid passed the spare tire where the tire iron lay loose in the bed of the truck. She grabbed it and swung. The dull thwack of the iron crushing the skull of the driver brought instant death as the other two, startled by the sudden turn of events, looked on.
One said, “Hey! Ya’ shouldn’t otta’ killed him!” And the other looked on in silence.
As the others hesitated, Mel took the offensive as she dove at the man with the wounded arm and rendered the other broken with the tire iron. Her mind still as alert as ever thought, “I just might get out of this alive yet!”
Then, her luck ran out as the third man grabbed her and said, “Well baby, we’re gonna’ finish what we came out here to do and with his superior strength kept her easily restrained as he threw her to the ground. Ten, he sat astraddle of her as he unzipped his trousers and shoved his dick towards her mouth. “Suck it,” he ordered.
Mel hesitated for only an instant before she felt the blow of his fist on her face. Then, as she screamed, she felt the massive penis jammed down her throat. . . . .She gagged and fought for breath! Then, she attempted to bite down but found her jaws locked, unable to bite!
Still very much alert and calm, she reached into the trousers and grabbed his balls. . . .she yanked! She twisted and she felt her head released as the man cried out in pain. . . It was on the third twist that she felt a pair of family jewels free in her hand. As she rolled free, she moved to the truck where the tire iron had dropped into the grass and felt the cold, steel handle in her grasp. She sprang forward, intent on crushing bones in the second man.
The steel wrench whizzed past the wounded man as he narrowly missed the fatal blow and the fight left him as he fled into the night.
Mel, still very much calm and alert, got into the truck and drove it down the dark country road until she found familiar markings and returned to the local sheriff’s office where she reported the whole event to the law. Several hours later, Mel awoke in a holding cell and where she had been placed until her story had been investigated. She looked at herself for the first time, he face black and blue and covered with blood, her clothes torn and her panties gone. . . .she didn’t remember losing them! She went to the sink in the cell and tried to rinse the blood from her face and mouth. . . . .It was daylight outside.
Then, that afternoon, she was transferred to a different room where she could shower and clean up before being seen by a doctor. . . . It was evening before the sheriff came into the cell and questioned her, “You’re a mighty lucky young lady, ” he said, “I think those three have raped several girls from the college. Why’d you go with them anyway?”
CHAPTER 2
This story could well have ended there but it would not have been complete. The real feelings, the horror and the terror would come later.
Mell’s initial strength to endure the ordeal she had just experienced took most of her will and her resistance failed. . . . It was the evening of that second day after various medical procedures and persistent questioning by townspeople who had little sympathy for one who had just killed and disgraced their own, that she broke completely. She began to sob uncontrollably and unable to think or reason until finally succumbing to sleep after dosing with powerful sedatives.
In her sleep, she relived the moments of her torture and the nightmare of the dull thwack of the skull crushing blow with which she had killed a man as every fiber of her being reviled her with guilt for taking a life. She cried out as she fought the numbing effects of the sedatives. Then, she reasoned that it wouldn’t have happened if she had only let them have their way with her and her guilt became even more prominent. Again, she cried out and broke into sobbing in her semi-conscious state.
Within a week, she had dis-enrolled from the university and gave up her dorm room on the advice of a therapist who was spending time with her daily. . . . She was moved from her hospital room to a psychiatric hospital where her expenses continued to be covered by a town who paid out of the townspeople’s sense of guilt as well.
A month passed and Mel’s shattered life remained at it’s low ebb. Her nightmares persisted and her sense of guilt continued to haunt her and it was only the sedatives that kept her rational. Several times a day, a therapist worked with her to ease her emotional strain.
Then, her family. who had been to see her daily at first, began to visit on an irregular basis and the therapists became boring. . . . . Left alone and with only herself and her therapist for company, she gradually gave up moved into her own comfortable emotional shell where she didn’t have to think or reason or even live. . . .simply exist like a vegetable!
Another month went by and the horrors of her torture began to recede in her mind. . . she began to think and take notice of the world around her. She began to work with her therapist and life began outside her shell again. She recognized beauty and caring and her emotions began to function again.
By spring, she had regained her composure and enjoyed the simple life around her hospital environment. She developed friendships and caring relationships. In May, the therapist told her she was well on the road to recovery and that she should consider going home to recuperate on her own.
Along with Mel’s recovery from the terrible ordeal that had ravaged her mind came some new feelings – or perhaps they were old feelings that she simply hadn’t recognized. As the strong feelings left from her ordeal ebbed, they were replaced by new, healthy feelings which developed slowly and, nurtured by the therapist, grew in the fertile soil of her mind.
Her mind was stronger, having been tempered with the fires of her ordeal to emerge like tempered steel. Her appreciation for life was greatly enhanced by her having so nearly lost it. Her confidence grew along with the rest of her recovery secure in the knowledge that she had survived.
There was one other facet of her recovery that still troubled her. She had developed a healthy appetite for sex. . . . .for a man and not just any man. Prior to her ordeal she had sought a man but as a conquest – a token of her self worth! Her new self sought a man for the man himself and for what they could be together.
Two weeks later, Mel left te hospital for a small apartment rather than returning home where her parents seemed distant and uncaring. She would be close to the hospital and the therapist if she needed them. . . . The move into the apartment was a good one as Mel began to cook and care for herself. Her general condition improved more rapidly now.
In September, she returned to the university to resume her studies and found that her situation had been forgotten. She also found that she had grown both emotionally and spiritually as a result of the previous year and her former friends now appeared shallow and uninteresting. She remained in her apartment, having no desire for a room mate.
Her growing need for a man she assuaged in the privacy of her bedroom, late at night, as she masturbate with all the intensity she could muster. At first, her fingers had been sufficient but soon, she required more and had acquired a dildo – a vibrating kind that was advertised to provide more stimulation.
In frustration, Mel had lost her maidenhood to the battery powered penis that still didn’t accomplish what she most needed.
Later, in the fall, she had gone to a church group meeting in hopes of making some new relationships and after the first couple of meetings had found no really interesting friends with which she might relate. That is, until Daryl Blommer came into the picture. . . . .
CHAPTER 3
It was sometime in October, she didn’t remember when, that Mel had gone to her church group meeting simply as a diversion with no real thought to meeting someone of interest. Then, midway through the meeting that Daryl had arrived at the meeting in company with one of the regular female group members. He walked with a cane. . . .
Mel was taken by his persona at first glance. She wondered later exactly what it was that made her know instinctively he was the one that would take her virginity. As a matter of fact, she had only seen him from a distance of perhaps 30 feet and in company with another woman. “No matter!” she thought, and her instinct were strong!
As soon as the meeting was over, Mel moved to a position where she might intercept the man she had chosen and observed carefully for anything that might be of interest. She noted that the woman he was with was friendly but not intimately so. “Good!” she thought as she moved closer.
Then, fate intervened as his female companion left for the refreshment table and the man she was observing sat in an available seat. She moved towards him. . . . . As she moved, he saw her coming and greeted her with more enthusiasm than she had anticipated. “Hi! My name’s Daryl and I’m a cripple.” he said. She responded, “Hi! My names Mel and I just love cripples.”
The meeting was immediately warm and friendly and by the time Daryl’s companion had returned, they were deep in conversation. Mel felt the cold greeting from Daryl’s companion who had obviously sensed what was happening and she felt no guilt as she continued to bond with the man known as Daryl. Somewhat later, Daryl’s companion came to them and said, “Daryl, some friends are going from here for coffee. Want to come with us?” Daryl responded that he’d been on his leg about long enough and he’d best be getting back.
As Daryl’s former companion departed she left one steely, cold glance towards Mel. The glance of a loser . . . .
As they prepared to leave the church Mel asked if Daryl had a ride home and he responded that he didn’t drive but used taxi’s for his travel since his return from Iraq. “Let me drive you”‘ Mel had said, seizing the opportunity to get to know the man Daryl better. Daryl had seemed reluctant at first; then, accepted her offer graciously and they were soon in the car. “I have coffee and toast at my place if you’re interested”, she had offered and Daryl had accepted the invitation only after some further convincing on her part. Ten minutes later they were in Mel’s apartment.
Once in the apartment, Daryl seemed a bit tense as Mel prepared their refreshments and sat on her sofa as she worked. Their talk was rather stilted and awkward at first as the got more familiar. Soon they sat drinking their coffee and talking. Daryl was well versed in literature and music. He spoke freely of politics and was keenly aware of the world around him while Mel seemed to be knowledgeable on most any subject as they talked incessantly for hours.
It was nearly 2:00a.m. when they got around to Daryl. He was really Captain Daryl Blommer, U.S. Army, Infantry, wounded in Iraq only three months earlier and now awaiting discharge from the service. As he spoke, his mood changed. . . . he grew quiet.
Sensing that Daryl had problems, Mel asked, “Was it bad over there?” and Daryl became silent. Then, in response to her question he said, “Pretty bad. Some of my friends were killed.” Mel remained silent as Daryl continued, “I was in command of a small unit . . . . I led us unto an ambush. . . . . We were overrun . . . . . It was my fault!”
Again, Mel looked him squarely in the eye and said, “It was a war.” and Daryl fired back, “Four men killed and twelve wounded. . . . I should have known.” Now there were tears in his eyes. “I can never get over it.” he said.
Mel listened quietly until his emotional crisis had passed before speaking, “Thank you for sharing this with me,” she had said. Then they talked together and Mel brought up the subject of guilt in a quiet way. . . . She told of her situation and of her guilt and of those months in a hospital as she learned to live with the guilt and of finally learning to live with it.
“Geez Mel, the guy was going to rape you. You did what you had to do.” Daryl had answered and Mel had responded, “I know that now and it took months of therapy to learn to live with my guilt. Then Daryl sensed where she was directing the conversation as he said, “That’s different Mel. I didn’t have to lead those men in harm’s way. . . .:
With that, Mel changed the subject and the talk became lighter.
They talked incessantly. It was after 2:30 a.m. when Mel drove Daryl to the home of his parents and agreed to meet him again for dinner the following night. It had been a fun evening and Mel had begun to plan for Daryl making her a woman until the conversation had returned to Daryl. . . . .
Daryl had spoken carefully as he described his intentions. . . . He was in no position to get on with his life. . . . he had no job, no future and no interest in anything. . . . He had explained that he liked Mel and had entertained the idea of a romance between them but that he had to be fair with her. . . . He liked her too much to hurt her! He had hoped they could be friends.
So, the friendship began. Mel carefully checked her feelings and considered forgetting him all together but Daryl needed her help. . . .she understood what he was going through. Besides, she had no other real friends and he provided company.
So, the months passed as Daryl returned to the hospital frequently for more treatments before returning to his parents home to rest and recuperate. Most of his free time he spent with Mel when she wasn’t involved in school. . . .she seemed to understand his problems and had become his only friend.
Christmas and the holidays came and went as the two celebrated quietly with their families.
It was the day after Memorial day that Daryl had met Mel as she completed her classes for the day and they commenced the two-mile walk to her apartment as they often had before. Neither seemed unusually out of sorts as they enjoyed the warm, spring day. . . . .That is until. . . . . .
As the couple walked past the University ROTC building where a crowd of dissenters were drawing attention, a young woman stepped in front of Daryl and barred his way with her sign. It was the wrong thing for the young woman to do as she felt the sign taken from her grasp, the wooden pole staff broken, and the sign trampled as Daryl objected. . . . . the crowd of dissenters momentarily stunned by the minor violence they had witnessed.
Daryl immediately took Mel’s hand and led her away from the incident only to be confronted by two rather large young men – goons on the streets of Chicago but probably wanna-be football players on a university campus. They approached Daryl with violence their only conceivable course of action.
Then, suddenly the first man lunged towards him as Daryl, using his own body as a lever, slammed the man to the sidewalk with bone crushing force only to find the second approaching rapidly. He raised his knee and delivered a mighty kick in the groin. The second man fell as he felt his fingers smashed under the heel of Daryl’s shoe.
It was then the police stepped into the situation. It was then University Professor Jodras quietly started his car from a vantage point where he had observed his well orchestrated demonstration turn ugly and drove away. He had reasoned that he might be embroiled in the mess and endanger his stature at the university. “Stupid kids, They should have known better.” he thought. It was then the ambulance arrived to remove the two injured men. . . .
The police had been friendly to Daryl. . . . .even supportive, but they had a job to do and they did it under the watchful eye of the news media who had arrived to record the event to the public at large. Like the police, they were friendly to Daryl but their’s was to report the news.
“Why did you do it?” the news-people asked and Daryl replied, “For San Jenkins, Hal Bordon, John Rodgers and Ben Gonzales. . . . .the men I lost in Iraq.”: The news-people had their story and what a sensation it would be. . . . .
The police, seeing the next-day headlines, willingly called it self-defense and Daryl was released. As they walked away, Mel saw Captain Daryl Blommer for the first time. . . .confident, firm and a leader. It was the man she had known along existed and had first set her sights on.
CHAPTER FOUR
Little was spoken as Mel and Daryl walked rapidly towards her apartment and each was filled with their thoughts. The excitement of the afternoon had left them in a high state of excitement.
Then, as they stepped through the door to the apartment, Daryl grabbed her in an awkward embrace and backed her against the door as he kissed her with a kiss burning with passion. Mel, stunned by the suddenness of his action tried to return his kiss but was simply overwhelmed. . . .she had been kissed before but never with the intensity and ferocity of the one she was receiving at that moment.
Finally, she drew back and pushed him away. . . .”Slow down,” she said, “give me a chance to breathe.” Daryl stopped his aggressive pursuit and looked at her with a look so filled with lust that she felt her own feelings rise to meet him. “Geez, In want you.” he said.
After months of planning and wanting and lusting after Daryl, here she was offered all she had sought and Mel’s mind was a mass of chaos. . . . . Somehow, she was reticent – afraid! Then, even as she considered her fear, her lust was urging her towards her ultimate goal! “It’s all so sudden,” she said silently to herself. Then, she spoke, “Come on and let’s get some dinner.”
Daryl observed carefully and realized that the suddenness of his approach had upset her and he moved more slowly. . . . .some light touches and caresses as they met while preparing dinner. There was little talk during the preparations for the meal, nor was there much talk as they ate. . . . .each was deep in their own thoughts.
After dinner, as they cleared the table and washed the dishes, Mel had calmed and looked forward to the consummation of the sexual union that she had anticipated for months. She moved close to Daryl as they worked and touched him frequently, even kissing him on the neck as she lightly embraced him from behind at the kitchen sink. It seemed that with each touch or caress, Mel’s fear abated and a new bond of trust and understanding developed within her.
As they retired to the living room, Mel was sure that she wanted Daryl to make her the woman she wanted to be – this very night! She seated herself beside him on the sofa and moved closer to the touch. . . . she wanted him to touch her! She wanted to feel his passions rise as they had earlier! She wanted to return them and as she thought about it, she felt only an inkling of fear that he was too much man for her. She put the thought from her mind. . . .
Soon Daryl turned and said, “Please,” as he moved to kiss her lightly on the lips. Then he pressed his kiss with a tentative soul kiss as he turned further to embrace her. He hesitated and it was then that he felt Mel’s tongue in his mouth and her body moving into his. “Oh yes!,” he said and his lust again took control . . . . .
When Mel felt the buttons on her blouse being opened, she began drawing Daryl’s shirt from his trousers and they shared their passion with their eyes. Many kisses and caresses later, their clothes lay in disarray on the floor and they continued to explore each other’s naked bodies. . . . Mel spoke, “Come,” she said and led him into her bedroom. She was thankful that she had put on clean sheets only the day before and silently cursed herself for some of the clutter about the room. . . .
It was Daryl who suggested they shower together. . . . A suggestion that proved to be a fun time as they soaped and washed each other’s bodies. It was in the shower that Mel felt a man’s penis for the first time; soft and limp as she touched it; then, rise to it’s full erection in response to her touch! She hadn’t realized the size to which it grew when aroused and wondered what it would feel like in her. . . .
Then, Daryl had moved his mouth over her breast and laved the nipple with his tongue as he massaged the other with his other hand. Mel’s reaction was quick and approving. . . . “Oh, My God!. . . . Oh yes! . . . . . . .Ohhh yesssss!” She cried out as her passions surged to new heights.
As thy dried each other off, there was touching, caressing and fondling as they grew more familiar! Mel’s fear had disappeared as she grew more familiar and trusting. . . . She looked forward to each new sensation. Having had Daryl’s tongue laving her tits, she craved more. . . .
As they returned to the bedroom, Daryl asked, “Which side?” and Mel responded, doesn’t matter, we’ll meet in the middle,” and they moved to the bed where they turned the cover back and arranged the sheet for their coming coitus. Mel, left momentarily and returned with a large towel which she placed to protect the sheets.
Then, at the same moment, they lay on the bed and rolled to meet in the center as planned. Daryl moved partially over her and proceeded to soul kiss Mel . . . . the kiss was met with an ardor more sensuous and powerful than he had anticipated. His hand began to caress the one breast exposed for his touch.
As his fingers fondled Mel’s nipple, Daryl heard her cry of animal passion in response and moved again so that he could suckle one nipple while massaging the other. Now the animal sounds were louder and wilder. . . . .
After the couple grew thoroughly familiar in this manner, Daryl moved as his tongue laved and kissed it’s way across her belly to her mound of Venus; then, down her inner thigh to her feet.
Mel, lay in anticipation as Mel’s mouth moved across her belly. . . . she had heard about cunnilingus and was aware that it was a part of total love making but had not considered it before. Then, just as she anticipated it, his mouth had moved down her leg. . . . disappointment swelled in her mind! Then, she felt his mouth moving up her other leg and on to her inner thigh. She waited again in anticipation. . . . .
This time, she was not disappointed as his hands spread her labia and his mouth blew hot breath on to her honey pot. She cried out as the most powerful surge of passion yet overcame her!
As Daryl worked his magic with his tongue, Mel’s passions continued to mount. He licked and sucked and laved as he approached her clit. As his tongue moved over te little man in a boat, Mel began to tremble with pure passion. . . . . Her cries were more gutteral, “Unghhhhhhhhh . . ., Unghhhhhhhhh . . ., Unghhhhhhhhh . . .. . . . . . .!
Mel, finally finding her voice, cried out, “Do me now! Make me a woman!. . . . .” and moved to facilitate his entrance only to find Daryl ignoring her pleas. . . . .. The action continued as Daryl’s magic tongue continued to drive Mel to even greater pleasure.
Daryl, on the other hand, had sensed that Mel was a virgin and sought to make their coming coitus as pleasurable as possible even as he prepared to inflict the pain of rupturing her hymen. He wanted her adequately ready. . . . .
Then, as his mouth grew tired, Daryl moved from what had been a most pleasurable activity for him to prepare for his penetration into her depths. . . . He settled into a missionary position, then sought a pillow to place under her ass and the towel and provide him with the best angle for his ease of entry. He kissed and caressed Mel as he spoke little endearments that every woman wants to hear. Finally, he whispered, “Are you ready?”
Mel had responded, “I’ve been waiting all my life for this.” as she prepared herself. She had heard that there was pain involved and occasionally a woman couldn’t do it. . . that it was not a pleasant experience and she felt her fear rise within her. She steeled herself in anticipation.
As Daryl positioned himself at her entrance, she felt the hugh member pressing at her inner labia; then the entrance to he vagina. She felt Daryl hesitate and move his tool around her entrance to lubricate it for the entry and was glad when she felt his crown enter her vagina. She waited for the pain. . . . . .
Slowly the giant phallus drove into her virginal depths as Mel lay steeled against the pain she was anticipating. Then, the penetration stopped again and Mel waited for the pain. Slowly the massive man flesh filled her and she remained steeled, expectant, waiting for the pain.
Suddenly, she felt Daryl’s testicles against her ass and she suspected that her penetration was nearly complete. Then, she felt his mound against hers and she knew she had been deflowered. There was no pain! She relaxed and returned Daryl’s kisses as they lay totally joined. As they grew familiar, Mel explored her mind and body and the sensations which were providing so much pleasure and as she resisted as the giant cock, which moved so easily within her began to withdraw.
Her resistance was only momentary as she felt if retract; then, return to full penetration with a sensation that brought her to still more pleasure. After several of the reciprocating cycles, Mel met his downward plunge with her own upward surge to heighten the pleasure. Each new move brought more pleasure. . . .
It was somewhat later, as the action became more familiar, that the tempo increased and the ferocity of the action grew. The gentle movements were replaced with sudden surges, lunges and fast and furious movements. Mel relished each new sensation. . . .”The harder and faster the better,” she reasoned.
As the action developed, Daryl began to feel his orgasm begin to develop. He pressed Mel to even newer heights of passion and suppressed his own feelkjngs as best as he could.
Mel responded to the new ministrations eagerly and was unaware of her own peak building within the depths of her mind and body. . . . . She knew only that she was going to new heights! Then it hit her. . . .she felt her body quicken and the additional lubrication and her senses more keenly attuned to her sensations! Her mind succumbed totally to the wonderful sensations that she felt within her.
As her rationality slowly returned, she was aware of the sensations caused by the semen spurting into her belly from Daryl’s cock and again she felt a new pleasure!
“I never would have believed it could be so good,” Mel said as they lay joined and after the serenity of the afterglow had returned and in the manner of all women for ages past she asked, “Was it good for you?” Daryl responded that it was the best in the time honored tradition of men when asked that question.
They kissed and cuddled as they lay joined.
CHAPTER FIVE
It was barely ten o’clock when Mel arose to go to the bathroom and perform her hygiene. She considered the events of the evening; she had been deflowered and shown new heights of pleasure and passion; she was alive and very possibly pregnant! It had seemed such a trivial matter before but now it was very real and a very hugh concern. “Well, there’s nothing I can do about it now,” she thought, “Perhaps tomorrow she could get a ‘morning after’ pill from the student health office.
On her return to the bed, she found Daryl had returned to his full potential and waiting expectantly. . . . .”Yes,” she thought, “Why not, I’m already screwed so what’s to lose?” She crawled on to the bed and over Daryl intending to tease him but found herself being directed to a position where she might mount the erect man-meat and ride it from the top.
At first, the idea seemed foreign to her; then, with some prodding from Daryl, she lowered herself on to the member. Lacking adequate lubrication, she withdrew and spit into the palm of her hand before applying it to the crown of the spear with which she intended to impale herself. Then, having satisfied herself that all was in readiness, lowered herself on to the waiting crown.
This time, they fucked slowly and comfortably as they reveled in the milder sensations that were generated in accordance with Mel’s directions from her superior position on top. Mel was quick to adapt to the new position. . . . to the feeling of power! She used her power to serve the man beneath her and give him maximum pleasure which, as is always the case with good sex, brought her maximum pleasure.
The action continued and Mel felt the aching muscles and pain of the abraded areas of high friction – she knew she would be sore in the morning! She tired of being in the ‘drivers seat’ and suggested that they change.
With that, Daryl raised his torso off the bed and up facing his lover. Their breasts touched and they sat kissing and fondling. There was no method for movement so they remained joined but not fucking. Mel soon tired of this too. . . .
Sensing Mel’s indifference to their position, Daryl moved again and she found herself in the missionary position with Daryl’s cock buried to the hilt in her warm and willing pussy. She relaxed as he fucked her steadily and allowed the sensations to simply flow over her.
At first it was rather dull; then, she began to feel flutters of lust and her passions began to rebuild. Then, rather quickly, she felt her pleasure building faster than ever before. She cried out as her first peak overtook her. Then another and another and finally, the inevitable spurt! . . . . spurt. . . . .spurt as he emptied his load into her.
It was nearly eight o’clock when Daryl awoke. He checked his watch and reached ober to shake Mel, “What time is your first class?” he asked. “Eight o’clock,” she replied and Daryl said, “I think you missed it!”
Mel replied, “After last night, I’ve never missed anything.”
– The End –