Me and Melanie Ch. 04

ME AND MELANIE -- Chap 4

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.

ME AND MELANIE -- Chapter 4

We tried a few times to help each other to think up really sexy, delicious ideas that would excite us even more -- like wearing fancy clothes, or trying out weird sex gadgets. She said to me once, as we came out of a meeting together: 'How's this for trying something new? Get to one of the classiest pubs with good decent toilets, and see if you can get one of their rubbers with all those bumps and feathers on them, so that when you're fucking me it'll feel all wonderfully scratchy and tickly.'

These were the days before condoms apart than the simplest johnnies weren't on sale in chemists, but the fancy ones were in slot machines in pub toilets in England. Anyway, I spent ages trying to find some, but the only thing I could eventually take with me when I went visiting, was the words suitable for a pub in the time of the Iron Man. Written on the condom machine was the words -- Iron Man Johnnies, guaranteed up to 5000 thrusts per minute. Mel thought it was a bit funny, but was disappointed about not having them for her cunt.

On another occasion, I asked her to wear no underwear, a tight thin T-shirt showing her tits for the best, and a very short skirt, so that as she walked up the stairs in front of me I'd see her tits, arse and holes in all their beauty. She did that, but it didn't really add anything to our passion and excitement.

We gave up all of that stuff, and this particular evening, as I arrived at her door a bit late I wasn't expecting anything fancy. When she did open the door I was stunned and joyful. She was stark naked, framed in the doorway, and there was no difficulty in studying her lovely body as we walked upstairs, with my hands beginning to wander already.

In the bedroom, she lay on the bed, leaning back on her elbows, and said 'Stand there,' pointing at the bottom of the bed. 'Your turn: do me a strip performance slowly.' Sounded good. So I began to remove my clothing, dramatically, as sexily as I could manage (nowhere as good as her, of course.). I stopped for a minute as I was getting to my underwear, and said 'Open your legs as wide as you can, and make your tits shake a bit as you lie there -- please?' She smiled, and did it, beautifully, and added tiny touches on her crutch with her fingers, stroking a bit, tapping here and there, and running her tongue over her lips as she watched me.

I got naked, and threw myself on the bed next to her, planning to grab her. But now she put her own plans in place. She swung her legs off the bed and stood up, then took hold of my legs by the ankles, and swivelled me round so that my main body was on the bed, but my feet were on the floor, and my cock and balls were dangling over the edge of the bed.

She knelt between my legs and very slowly and carefully began to approach my sex-centre, breathing gently on my cock, but not sucking it yet. Everything she touched she did very carefully, with finger tips as light as possible. Occasionally she would bend forward and allow her tongue to go just past her lips and touch my cock, or my balls or that mysterious stretch underneath between my cock and arsehole, which always startled and delighted me when it was stroked or licked.

I didn't have a pillow under my head, and had closed my eyes when all this started, so I blindly paid attention to the sensitivity in my body as she went on. Occasionally, I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling and then slowly closed them again. I felt wonderful, utterly relaxed but at the same full of sensitivity and sexual ecstasy and excitement.

And then there was a slight change. I felt the bed move, suggesting she was leaning on the bed instead of resting on my thighs. Those initial lightnesses of touch and everything all disappeared. I kept my eyes shut, but I thought she was probably standing up, with her legs apart I hoped, and was going to sit on my lap, if that's the best way to describe it. And indeed, as delicately and as gently as she had done everything else so far, she began to put her crutch and crack on my cock.

I could smell and hear her lovely body. I could feel the warmth of her naked body, and I could also feel the inside of her things slightly compressing my legs. Everything was still silent, and warm and unspeakably erotic. Slowly I could feel her whole body pressing on meon me, putting weight on my stomach and then up to my chest.

Her tits were as soft and sexy as ever, feeling like a kind of soft silk, but all of Mel's body was on me, lightly and delicately. I couldn't imagine, or wait for whatever was going to happen next, as gently and warmly she erotically rubbed our bodies together. Well, yes, I knew we were having a fuck but in some mysterious way it had become something beyond any sex I'd ever experienced. It was slow and not wildly active or aggressive, and I simultaneously wanted it to become something wonderful, and at the same time just stay exactly as it was.

And then something very weird happened. There was a noise. I could hear a noise. I had no idea what it was, and still keeping my eyes closed I didn't want to look around. The noise continued. It sounded like a distant groan from outside the house. And then I realised what it was.

It was ME! I was moaning and then as the best orgasm of my life was slowly creeping up my body with the warmth of her body spreading from my cock so that my wonderful sex warmth grew and spread up my chest to my neck and face, I was howling! Mel clamped her cupped hands over my mouth, and as my howl was suppressed, she murmured into my ear 'Hush! Quiet! The entire road will hear your noise!' and she pressed her hands down on my lips to shut my mouth. But thankfully she continued that wonderful thrusting and squirming as the full warmth of her tits, the soft sticky liquid in her cunt and whole body covering all of me now compressed my entire being into sensations beyond anything I could possibly have expected.

That was the most magical sex moment of my life. I didn't want to come, because I just wanted everything to continue what it was all still doing: I wanted her to keep on doing what she was doing for ever -- bringing me to the pitch of orgasm and then easing off, and I didn't want it ever to stop. But it also felt as though when it finally reached the summit I would simply explode, or at least weep and scream and beg for it to last forever.

Sadly, it did end. But that was only the beginning. After all, that's the thing about sex. The thing about the best of sex is that what endures is the memory of the sensation, the fear that you can never be able to relive it, and the significance of both the physical feelings and one's emotional sharing with the person involved. So, when I'd recovered from that cataclysmic experience, I was delighted to accept Mel's advice about what we should do next so that her experience of the evening was almost as strong.

And that's why, at her request we had a splendid anal fuck which was very successful and lasted a long time, until I realised that as I pulled my cock back out of her arse it was changing colour, and it turned out my cock was being covered by her shit. So I rushed off to the bathroom to clean myself up, and she did the same and apologised to me, and together we changed the sheets and put the washing machine on. And then we cuddled again, and that ended the full story of that adventure.

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