Me and Melanie Ch. 03

I've already said that Melanie could make my eyes and mouth bulge helplessly as she told me some of her experiences. Generally they were stories with a beginning, a middle and an end, but occasionally they were really something. Here's one.

It was holiday time for everyone, and I arrived at Mel's door half way through the day. She opened the door wearing casual clothes, the kind that usually meant she could get out of them quickly and easily. We had our usual hug, but there was something a bit different about her. She seemed a bit stiff, and moved as though she wasn't relaxed.

'You OK?' I asked. 'Hm,', she said, sounding a bit anxious. 'I need some help with a difficult situation. Can you do something for me?' I put my arm round her shoulder and said 'Yes, of course.' We moved through into the sitting room and sat on the sofa.

She had her hands clasped together and looked at me with a rather weak smile, and then coughed a bit, straightened up and sat more upright.

'Last night,' she said, 'I had a visit from one of my husband's friends. I didn't expect him, and Bill was out. Anyway, he came in, and he'd brought four bottles of really good wines, two white and two red. He said he'd promised Bill to bring them round. I had a look at them, and they're really expensive. He wouldn't tell me how much they cost, but from what I know they cost something like £200 each.'

I drew a breath sharply. 'Wow!' I said. ' So what happened?'

'He asked me if Bill was coming, and I said no, he was away for three days. He was a bit miffed by that, but then he said, Anyway, let's celebrate a bit. Do you want white or red? So I thought well, I think I'd prefer red for just wine drinking, cos I'd already eaten a meal. So that's what we did, got the glasses out, poured a big amount in each and clinked glasses together. And, I tell you, the wine was amazing -- rich, delicious, magnificent. We drank, and we talked and we laughed. And it all got a bit rude.'

She looked at me. 'He wanted to fuck me, but I said no. Then he said all right, so can I feel your tits, and I didn't mind that. And after a time -- we were really pissed by now -- he said, So you won't let me fuck you but how about I just make you come? I was really dopey by then, but I said OK, but no cocks or fingers. He took my knickers off, and said open your legs. I was frazzled but didn't know what he was going to do. Then he picked up the empty wine bottle, rubbed all the stuff at the top off, knelt down, and pushed the bottle slowly up my cunt.'

At this point, she stopped and took a deep breath. 'Anyway, it was all right, I mean not bad at all and I was almost enjoying it. But then when all the neck was up me, it got to the bulgy bit of the bottle, and it started to hurt. I screamed and hit him, and told him to fuck off. Once he'd gone I cried.'

At this point she almost cried again, but I had both my arms round her. After a minute or two, she said 'So what I want you to do is to have a really good look at my cunt inside and out and make sure that nothing's damaged.' Then all business-like, she took a deep breath, removed all her clothing, lay back and opened her legs as wide as possible.

I have to say that I have no medical training of any kind, and really didn't know what I was looking for. But what I did do was to get my face as near as possible to her sex area, and gently move the public hair around without seeing any obvious damage. That took quite a long time. Then I sucked on my forefinger and made it very wet, and with as much gentleness as possible I slid the finger in and carefully and slowly moved it round the inside of her cunt lips and hole 'How does it feel?' I asked anxiously. 'Does anything hurt?'

'No!' she said loudly, sat up and swung her arms around my neck. 'Phew! Thank God! I was worried that you wouldn't want to fuck me, and I really want a genuine big-cock fuck from you NOW!' And that's what we both got.