Chapter 20: Melanie

Together kissing, I carried her over the threshold of our shared room placing her carefully on the bed. I’m sure, had a stranger seen us they’d have described us as a couple of newlyweds. I joined her, and our legs and arms immediately intertwined. Her smooth firm calves wrapping around my legs lazily stroked them. And as phenomenal as that felt, it really didn’t compare to the supple skin of her svelte thighs brushing along my outer thighs from that same lazy movement. While our lips had passion and sexual intensity, they didn’t have urgency. I let my lips glide and hold hers in a relaxed manner delighting in every tiny small dip and curve.

Our relaxed pace had our tongues delay their dance instead, seeking out lips and the edges of teeth. Small forays for temporary engagement with each other’s tongues occurred at irregular intervals. The intervals over time became shorter and shorter until the masquerade began in earnest.

I let my tongue swing and frolic with hers. The taste of her tongue was recognizable but was not instantaneously familiar. The familiarity would come as all our previous trysts were small steps to this moment. Where her mouth’s flavor and subtle overtones that were added by her breath were memorized. Along with that memorized taste were the indelible beginnings of the feeling of her mouth. And not just her lips and mouth were memorized. But, the arch of her cheekbones, the sweep of her nose, and the curvature of her brow as my fingertips traced every part of her beautiful face were forever burnt upon my brain.

It was as if, I had to know and own a permanent record of her face at that moment. The tension in her face I had become used to when I was close by was gone. She hummed and sighed, while I caressed her face. Her hand stroking mine made me flush, assuming she too had the same desire to capture me at that moment. I pulled away for a moment. It was so I could gaze into her eyes. She opened them and gazed back at me with her softened brilliant blue eyes breathlessly saying, “I do want you.”

I felt like my cock that had long since gotten hard would orgasm just hearing the words. I gently stroked her cheek with the back of my hand saying, “I want you, too. And wish to show you, you’re loved for who you are. Not just for your outer beauty, because you are absolutely beautiful, but for what you mean to me and us.”

She smiled before again reattaching her lips to mine. She moved in such a way, that I understood she wished to be on top. She found me overly willing in accepting her french kiss. Sharing breaths, saliva, and moans of passion, all the while, I rolled over pulling her on top of me. For a couple of minutes, we remained locked together; our hands finding any skin possible above the waist. It was Melanie that eased back from me and watched my face. I think she wanted to judge my reaction to her hands going to the three buttons of her new type of uniform shirt; undoing each of them in order. With her breasts bared, she slipped out of the small covering.

I didn’t leer at her divine breasts. Yet I looked at them long enough to appreciate the perfection she was sharing with me. I said looking back up into her eyes, “You really are quite exquisite.”

Quietly she said, “Rusty, you have seen me fully naked all the time in the shower.”

She was right. I had seen her in her full glory many times in the shower and on the minaret. “Yes, but this time you have shared with me your naked self. Not for a shower and not as a happenstance because we were with Megan, but strictly for me, for me to see you.”

I kissed her lips before my lips went to her upper chest below her clavicle. I could feel her breath catch from the moment I touched her. A small tingling of her moan passed to my lips. Over one clavicle to the other and back never leaving her, my lips were continually vibrated. The weak moans and low hums were non-stop while I sucked in small bits of her skin. My tongue’s tip sampled every drawn in morsel, with each one more delightful than the last.

Melanie’s hands traveled my back and sides under my shirt. My skin tingled everywhere her small hands touched. Catching on my shirt, her survey of my shoulder blades and upper back was stymied. She humbly asked, “Will you remove your shirt?”

I thought about her request and all that had passed between us in the past answering, “I will if you want me to, or you can do it for me.” It was my way of reminding her, she was in charge. And that, she would be directing what we did and when we did it.

“Then raise your arms.” She said. It was more of a programmed statement than one that fit our situation. For a second time, we switch positions. Back atop her, I raised my arms. She stripped my shirt from me quickly, pulling it up over my head. Bare-chested my skin pressed into hers. Her breast gave a little under my weight and felt incredible against my chest. Our nipples mashed together, such that I could feel the jab of hard nubs in the center of her marshmallowy areolas. All I could think was I was in heaven, and I didn’t want it to ever end.

I felt her lips go to the same spot I had been. Her lips ventured up and down my clavicles and neck, during which, her fingers traced along my shoulder blades. I caressed her arms while she fully examined the size and shape of my scapula. The minutes of her body being under mine, with her hands moving constantly finding new patches of skin to touch, and her lips places to kiss seemed like an eternity of bliss.

Her fingers had found their way all the way down to the small of my back. Soon after, I had the sensation of fingertips slithering under the waistband of my shorts. The sound of her genteel voice saying, “Raise up.” was still a shock. While I had hoped for the command, that gave me permission to remove my shorts. I hadn’t expected them to be removed by her hands. Yet my earlier suggestion of her removing my shirt, she had extended to my shorts.

While not a true measure of her mental state I felt obliged to ask, “Are you sure?” I had a feeling, it wouldn’t be the last time that day I would ask that particular question.

Melanie nodded. Her nimble fingers undid the button and zipper that were holding my pants from sliding off. I had to stop caressing the sides of her breast and slender waist; raising myself up on my hands and toes. It was then I remembered I still had my shoes on and so did Melanie.

Her petite hands slid under the top of my shorts and with her palms grazing my hips and outer thighs she pushed them down as far as she could reach. Her panties became visible as did a large part of my dick. It stuck out from underneath them when my shorts were removed. She smiled up at me saying, “You like my panties don’t you?”

Grinning back at her I replied, “Yes, and not because I am supposed to answer that way.” My reply got me a long sensual kiss. The kiss took my mind off the fact she wasn’t experienced using her feet to finish removing a man’s pants. Yet despite her inept struggling. She managed to get the small article to my ankles while massaging my ass through her lacy undergarment. I finished removing my shorts and shoes once again pressing my body to hers. Yet while only my shorts had been removed the whole feeling of her body felt different. She shook and trembled beneath me. I too felt the excitement and trepidation of what the loss of my shorts could mean.

The flimsy panties I was wearing let her hands easily slide in. With no impediment, the touch of her hand heated my skin. The same as it would’ve had she been spanking me. She let her hands pass over my crack not dipping into it. Back and forth over and around the curve of my butt, she cradled it from beneath the thin panties. I felt the taut silky skin above her shorts on the underside of my cock sticking out of the panties. The crown of my head pressed on the rim of her small belly button letting the head hang out over the tiny indention. The smooth skin of her midriff flattened some of the bulging veins and molded to many of the bumps and knurls of my cock. Her trembling made my sandwiched dick harden even more.

For a second time she said, “Raise up.” but her voice was huskier and like the rest of her body. It had a tremble to it. I looked at her with my unspoken question, to which she again nodded. For a second time, I stopped gliding my hands along her sides and moving arms; pushing up off her. The panties slid over my ass and down my thighs much easier than the shorts. My cock being already half outside the garment it didn’t catch the same way my shorts had on my painfully scrunched-up cock.

My dick freed from the panties, that’d held it to my abdomen, only fell away a little. My balls now released contacted Melanie’s shorts and silken thighs. My shorts and her panties were no longer between us. Melanie again indicated I should roll my weight off her. I did and put her mostly naked body on my fully naked body, less socks. Having her again atop me. I was free to let my hands wander her torso’s backside. My hand ran up and down her spine and into the swale above her shorts. Not stopping at her covered ass, my palms grazed the small amount of material covering her perfect posterior to where it hung out. The flesh felt fabulous as I gently squeeze. She let out a moan and ground her covered box into me.

I kissed along her graceful neck letting my hands cradle her ass. She wrapped her arms around mine, pulling her whole body, not just her pelvis, tighter to me. She let out a gasp as nibbled my way along her jawline and sucked in her delicate earlobe. She turned her head into my mouth forcing her ear tighter to my lips, saying nothing more than, “Mmm.’

She, also, said nothing when with a sudden movement, unlike any we’d been doing, she pulled her ear from my lips. Without a word, she raised her body off mine. She compelled my legs apart as she knelt between them. In two swift moves, she had her shorts undone and pushed off her hips and ass. The army-issued clothing was wrapped around her knees before I could say anything. She gave me only a short glimpse of the fine line of short blonde hair above her slit before once again pressing her body down on mine. Her lips leading the way. She had us sharing breaths and tongues while she finished sliding her shorts from her body. It left her like me, with just socks on.

Melanie’s legs crossed over mine obliging me to close mine up. The reward was well worth it, as the satiny feeling of her inner thighs washed along my thighs and hips. She wiggled her hips and ground her mons against me. She worked her hips around trying to get as much of my hard cock between her slick and tender lips as she could. Melanie shook and quaked while she gyrated her hips sliding up and down my shaft until fully parting her pussy lips with it. The velvet feeling flesh was wrapped around either side of my cock. The wet penetrating heat from her swollen lips was almost enough to once again make me cum. I could feel a small void in the smooth wet skin under my dick as the flaps of her cunt moved up and down along my shaft. Her slit lubricated it from tip to root. It was when I could feel the underside of my cock firmly on her clit, that her positioning ceased.

Having my dick fully ensconced between her labia, Melanie whispered, “You feel wonderful. I could stay like this all day.”

“Me too,” I said back to her, not thinking of a better way to spend a day. I could only wish for the day, where I spend all of it with my cock wedged between the pussy lips of a beautiful naked woman, I did truly care for.

The urgency to remove her shorts gone Melanie returned to the unhurried touching and fondling, we had been engaged in. Her hands stroked my chest, while I returned to the earlobe she had so suddenly removed from my lips. Finding one of my nipples, she let her finger ring the little eraser. I moaned lightly in her ear. She said afterward, “I like that too; the feeling of hands or a bare chest on my breast.” With that, she raised up, and with her pointed nipple, she once traced around my nipple. But, she also let the tender nub scrape across mine. It was so blatantly sexual. And, she looked beyond sexy while she did it.

It lasted only a second before she again pressed her body down on mine, lightly kissing me. She sighed and moaned while I tenderly squeezed and massaged the tight muscles of her ass. She lifted her breast off me slightly basically inviting me to caress them. Her lips were attached to my neck sucking on me when I did what she and I wanted. I kept my massage of her ass going with one hand while the other traveled to her tit.

I skimmed her flesh with the backs of my fingernails bringing goosebumps to her. Her breath caught at the sensation and when re-started, it was a deep pant. The prickle flesh returned to its satiny smooth texture as my fingertip pads replaced the fingernails. I circled the dark skin atop her teardrops, not disturbing them as I lovingly caressed the rest. I was enjoying the feeling of her phenomenal mounds and ass; massaging both swapping hands doing so.

Her mouth broke with my neck letting out a groan at my treatment of her body. It seemed like the sound of pent-up sexual energy but without sounding desperate. It was as if she was enjoying the sensations and just longed for more. Her slit, also, gave that impression, with its copious amount of lubrication flowing down onto my dick and running over my scrotum.

I kissed her neck and further down to her upper chest. Back and forth I went sampling bits of her, savoring the taste while massaging the mass of glorious flesh below. At the start of her cleavage, I looked up at her. I couldn’t tell if her look said to go down and suck her nipple into my mouth; rolling them with my tongue and scraping my teeth along them. After I had bitten them hard while pinching the one not captured in my mouth. Or if it was that she didn’t want me going further down.

Going down to her breasts would mean her pussy would be next. That could only mean a no holds barred cunnilingus making her climax from a well sucked on clit. And a pussy canal penetrated multiple times by my tongue and fingers alike. It’d become what she and Megan did just with the addition of a dick. It’d be nothing overly special.

What we were doing felt special. I wasn’t going to change that. So I stopped short in her cleavage and headed back to her lips. My going north instead of south brought a look of joy to her eyes and a smile to her lips. After which, I kept them occupied with mine. A few minutes later, she looked down at me and with sweetness in her voice said, “I want you to be one with me ... Please make love with me.”

I noticed she had said with and not to. A small word change with major differences. I said, “I would be honored to,” then added the phrase I knew I would be saying again, “But are you sure you want to?”

“More sure than I should be,” she replied gently kissing me.

“Ok,” I said and highlighted with a quick capture of her lips stroking them with my tongue. She pulled her head back after a couple of seconds smiling at me broadly looking as happy as a little girl that got the pony for her birthday. But she still had a shake in her body, trepidation or anticipation I didn’t know. To let her know I understood her trepidation. If that w2as it, I said, “We’ll go at whatever pace you’re comfortable with.”

Her next comment surprised and confused me, “Thank you. You know you really are a great guy.” And very softly to herself like I wasn’t supposed to hear. “I do love you, Rusty.” At which point I felt like a total heel. She had lost her virginity when I raped her. And, here she was saying she loved me. And to be honest I loved her also. Probably, as much as I did Megan. Maybe the Mormons had it right when it came to multiple wives.

I didn’t want her knowing I had heard her. So I couldn’t say I loved her too. Instead whispered in her ear, “I’m glad you think so. And I do love you, even if you can’t say the same.”

She fell into me hugging me tightly, squeezing her beautiful breasts into my chest once again. The first indication, we were really going to have intercourse, was her labia shimmied along my shaft. I could’ve complained about my cock losing some of the hot silken blanket that had partially enveloped it. Had I not known it was only going to get better. Very slowly and deliberately, she rocked her hips while moving further up my dick. Her breathing got more rapid as she moved. Melanie stopped breathing and moving altogether for a moment when my glans scraped over her clit. She started back both. But her breathing was at an almost hyperventilating rate, and her moving was at a glacial pace. When my full purple head’s tip rested at the entrance of her love canal.

For the last time, I reassured her we didn’t have to go through with it. “Are you really sure? I don’t want to hurt you again.”

“I think, I know what I am in for. And if Megan can do it so can I,” like it was some kind of competition. She rotated her pelvis just enough forcing part of my mushroomed head into her passageway. Not much but enough to stretch her entrance and make an, “Oh god,” pass over her lips. Lips I caressed with mine. She readjusted herself on me doing a cross between a moan and purr. It appeared to be she was steadying herself. Preparing for more of my dick to pass into her vagina.

Her next thrust into my rod had more force to it. I felt the mushroomed ridge collapse, squashed due to barely passing into her slick satiny canal. Her cunt’s walls were resistant to the amount of stretching my cock required. She let me know about it, “Oh shit ... God, I forgot how big you are. And how you stretch my pussy.”

Her vagina’s contractions and spasms felt incredible. I was in her cunt hole and any pushing I did at this point would drive my cock further into that place of glorious sensations. It was all I could do, resisting my biological urge. The caveman in me wanted. to be buried nut deep in her. Once there I would deliver my potent, drug increased quantity of seed to her waiting womb. Holding her tight I informed her, “We don’t have to keep going.”

She sounded disappointed, “You don’t want to continue making love with me?” A tear rolled down her cheek. I don’t know if it was the pain of my dick stretching her or if she thought I didn’t love her enough to keep going.

“Sweetie, there is nothing I want more in this world, except not hurting you.” It was only partially true.

“It will only hurt for a moment right?” She asked again moving. Inserting more of my cock by gripping my ass and pulling gently she whimpered and tears continued to flow. She definitely appeared determined in having me continue. The feeling of my helmet separating more of her love canal and having it resist the intrusion with pulsing contractions was absolute nirvana. It was while she rested panting and groaning did it dawn on me her pussy wasn’t contracting in such a way as to push me out but pull me further into her. Her cavewoman biology, also, wanted my seed delivered to her womb.

For an hour she grunted, groaned, whimpered, and mewled at each small new bit of my dick entering her. I continued kissing, stroking, and caressing her body letting her know how beautiful she was. I also added how much I loved and cared about her as she intentionally impaled herself. During the ordeal of getting my cock into her she actually had two small climaxes adding extra lubrication to her hole. But the shaking and involuntary convulsions of her thighs and stomach muscles sapped much of her strength each time. It required her to rest with my cock at different stages of being embedded. The extra time did let her cunt acclimate more to me.

Melanie grunted loudly at the last thrust down my rod. It pushed the back of her vagina further into her, but she beamed when she realized her pussy lips were smashed at the base of my rod. “Gawd, I feel like I’m gonna split. But I have all of you”

“I know, I love it ... and you.” She responded to my declaration with her tongue demanding a dance with mine. Our bodies locked together as one was truly was heavenly

Once her groaning stopped and her panting was reduced she surmised, “It will get easier, won’t it? I mean this is only my second time having a man in me. It’ll be easier from here on out.”

I loved her confidence and the roundabout way of letting me know I was the only guy she had ever had intercourse with. I didn’t have the heart to tell her if she had had sex with a guy of normal dimensions, it likely wouldn’t have hurt much if at all. Plus going forward intercourse with me might always be a bit of a challenge, so, “Most likely,” became my answer.

She then began slowly backing off my cock rocking her hips as she did. I was enthralled with the grip and drag of her pussy lips extending out with my prick. She again stopped with me halfway out. Her legs shook, and her ass muscles constricted as an, “Oh gawd it’s here again.” Along with her ass muscles, her pussy walls pulsated up and down what bit of cock I still had in her. She recovered from the minor disruption quickly but held me all the more closely.

Her pussy let her get all but my bulbous head out of her tight vagina without a new mini-climax hitting her. Still smashing her tits into my chest Melanie moved down my rod. She groaned, letting my penis again fill her to over full. With her labia flattened into my groin, she rocked and twisted. She was grinding her clit between our pelvic bones. “Oh yes ... We have to make this last. I’m in heaven.” She growled sweetly with what air was left in her lungs.

Holding her ass feeling it humping up and down slowly. My cock experienced all the pleasures her satiny passage could offer. The lascivious sensations had me, too, hoping it would last. She shuddered harder each time my piss slit bumped the protruding entrance of her womb within her vagina. The shuddering lasted the whole time while her cervix was pushed out of the way and my cock slithered against it.

Over the next hour, she slowly and with much determination, rocked, pumped, humped, and thrust her pussy along my swollen dick. She grimaced at times. Whimpering about how every nerve in her pussy was overloading her with pleasure. While other times she seemed relaxed like she was taking a Sunday drive up and down my dick. I held her and could feel her muscles tightening uncontrollably when her appendages trembled. Melanie was a brilliant and fast learner. She walked herself up to the edge of climax. She wouldd stick a toe over before stopping and letting the feelings subside. Only to do it again and again.

Her continually getting to the brink of total release made me think she was afraid of a full-fledged climax. I wondered if she was worried, I would leave immediately after she orgasmed. We rarely had time to spend cuddling enjoying the power of the afterglow when she, Megan, and I got together. Or if she was concerned about letting go enjoying her climax. Fearing while in total release, she would make a spectacle of herself changing my view of her permanently. Or she didn’t want her final climax occurring until I came also.

If it was the third, she had me on the edge with her every time. I finally said, “My beautiful, please let yourself cum, I can’t think of a higher honor I could give you.”

“Oh you’re a wonderful man,” she gasped. My statement was all she needed. The blonde’s hair swished as she started the first of only a couple continuous full-length thrusts along my cock. Reaching under me, she grabbed my ass and drove her fingernails deep into my skin. Her mouth began sucking hard at the base of my neck. The suction of her mouth was such, I knew my neck would end up black and blue for a couple of days.

When her climax started her hands abandoned my ass for my back and shoulder blades. Pulling her torso tight to mine she felt exquisite her hard nipples poking my chest. She didn’t stop as she had done all the times before. She shrieked at such volumes I was surprised I could hear at all over the ringing. But I did hear her drawn-out, “Oh Fuck!” To her credit, despite the enormous climax she was obviously having. She humped up and down my dick a few more times. Along with the humping, she drove her fingernails into my back scratching lines down it. Her mouth, too, drew blood biting on my shoulder as her whole body convulsed. Her snake brain had her slithering and writhing on me as her brain punished her body for giving it too much pleasure.

My nuts drew up in their cum juice-drenched sack. My brain was going to get in on some of her orgasming action. My balls drew up a second before my dick swelled for the first time with sperm. The tight passage turned the spewing wads into a protracted stream spraying deep within Melanie. The first burst of sprayed semen had barely left my head plastering her insides. When her teeth freed my shoulder let drops of blood form at some of the indentations. She hissed, “Yes ... plant your seed in me.”

My dick sputtered and spit slug after glorious slug of the babymaking fluid tried unsuccessfully to stretch out my cock’s inner tube. Melanie’s pussy in turn resisted even the slightest extra deformation as it was filled with copious amounts of thick cum. For the first time, I pressed on Melanie’s ass grinding her even further onto my cock. She howled unintelligibly at the new depth but appeared to like it as she ground back at me. What seemed like hours was only minutes as we climaxed together.

My morning shot had made my cum extra thick and abundant. Adding its volume to her cum, in the tiny bit of space left in her canal was too much pressure. Even the tight seal of her walls on my dick allowed the pressurized orgasmic goo to escape out around my dick. The escaped juices made a squishy mess of our pelvises. Later I would wonder how much of the pressurized baby-batter had sprayed through her cervix’s tiny opening.

Exhausted and gasping for air Melanie laid like a dying woman on me. No movements came for minutes after the last of the jitters in her muscles stopped. I loved the feel of her weight and heat. Our brains were drowning in oxytocin, as I thought and said, “I am the luckiest man in the world.”

Melanie’s voice sounded labored asking, “How so?”

“I am laying here with one of the two most phenomenally beautiful and wonderful women anyone has ever met. And we’re still joined as one, after exhausting ourselves making love.” I put my lips to her neck and licked some of the perspiration from her. It was satisfyingly salty and delectable on my taste buds.

“Mmm, you keep doing that and my exhaustion may be short-lived.” Her not rejecting my assertion, we’d made love was a positive sign. “So keep doing that.”

I did as she said. I extracted as much of her oils and salty sweat as I could without moving her. She relaxed a bit too much as I kissed her and ran my hands lightly over her backside; from shoulders to below the curve of her ass. The rhythmic shallow breathing let me know, she had fallen asleep on me. I wrote it off to her coming down from such an intense experience, not I was doing a lousy job of keeping her aroused. I too dozed finding her a perfect blanket with her light breath blowing sweetly across my chest and her hair fanned across my shoulder.

Her stirring brought me out of the twilight-type sleep I was doing. I smiled down at her, “You’re still here. So it wasn’t just a fabulous dream was it?”

“Fabulous yes, a dream no.” She said beaming back at me. “Or at least that is what the penis in my pussy is telling me.”

“I gotta admit, I don’t think I’ve ever heard of a couple having a whole nap and still waking up as one,” I said trying not to move too much and come out of her cunt.

“Me either,” she wiggled her hips a little. “And God knows, it’s never happened to me before. But it does make for an easier to begin to our second lovemaking.” Her wiggling made my cock stir.

I noticed, she had left the first time I had run my dick up her twat off the list. But it wasn’t love-making. It was rape. And she obviously wanted our second round of intercourse to have the same emotional connection as the first. “You saying you want to make love with me again?”

“No, I want you to make love to me.” She stressed the to. “I feel you growing in me. It’s wonderful your filling me from the inside. Now show me how to please you.”

“Being here pleases me. Being deep in you pleases me. So I don’t understand.” I stated hoping I would get a glimpse of how she saw the difference between the with and to.

“I don’t know exactly. With Megan, you seem so much more into it. I don’t know I’m just worried I’m not good at intercourse. I know I do the other stuff well. But, I want you to think I’m great at fucking, also.” I almost laughed at her. She sounded a bit defeated. I doubted she had ever been told she wasn’t good at anything. And she wanted the reassurance this wouldn’t be the first one.

“Melanie I’m sure you’re going to be great at fucking. But in my book that is not what making love to someone is. To me, making love with someone is pouring your heart and body out together with your partner. Where both of you experience the rapture of your joined spirits. It is about the shared emotion more than the physical pleasure. That’s what we did earlier. Whereas making love to someone is to receive the love and caring of your partner. They intern get the pleasures of your body and soul but your pleasure is an afterthought. And what you have seen from Megan and me most of the time is fucking. Pleasuring the body is the only goal, and emotional connection is not necessary, but helps. It frees you up to do any manner of things that will get you off.” She seemed to be following what I said, but my explanation stopped my cocks growth. Her pussy walls still contracted slightly every now and then kept me from losing all the size I had gained.