Message-ID: <7479eli$9801181717@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Proculus" Subject: Melanie (M/f, cons) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <69tjl2$s50$1@heliodor.xara.net> FICTION FROM Proculus: Melanie (M/f, cons) ________________________________________________________________________ An erotic story from the Proculus! Copyright (C) 1998 by Proculus. All Rights Reserved. Free distribution via electronic medium (i.e. the internet or electronic BBS) is permitted as long as the text is not modified and this copyright is included, but no other form of publication is allowed. This document may contain material of an ADULT nature. *READ AT YOUR OWN RISK*. Anything offensive is your own problem. This story is for **entertainment** purposes only and does not necessarily represent the viewpoints of the author or the electronic source where this was obtained. All characters are fictional and any resemblance to real people is purely coincidental. _______________________________________________________________________ Back in 1963, photographs of girls in magazines like Playboy had no pubic hair. It was retouched out, and if the model's tits weren't huge enough, they were retouched too. Melanie Beaumont-Savarin was reminded of pictures in Playboy as she watched the scene being enacted in front of her. It was the two lower sixth formers, the curly-headed hour-glasses who were performing. They didn't have much pubic hair, and what there was blonde. They did not, however, need their tits retouching. as they were large and round in comfortable proportion to the small frames which were doing an all female version of soixante-neuf in the bedroom of the old coaching inn a few miles from High Dyke School for Girls. The agent whom Melanie had contacted for her visiting-schoolgirl business was the landlord. He was a go-ahead youngish chap and had responded well to Melanie's suggestions once he got over the shock. Melanie was very self-assured and very lovely to look at, but she was only just sixteen and pub landlords are rarely approached with requests of this type from sixteen-year-old girls, no matter how hoity-toity they might be. Anyway, the landlord got a cut in return for providing bedrooms for the antics of the young tarts, and a further cut if he provided the customer. Discretion was assured - there was a big stable block where cars could be parked, and a back door for private entry, and no neighbours. Possibly someone might wonder why the same girls seemed to enjoy that particular cycle ride so often, but probably riot. So, in the back bedroom of the old coaching inn, Melanie was doing some coaching. At least, she had meant to, but the way these youngsters were going at it, there was no need of tuition. 'I think you'd better stick to two-girl shows, wanking and sucking, though,' said Melanie. 'I want you to stay as virgins for a while.' 'But I've already done it, with my brother,' said one. 'And so have I, with her brother.' 'Well, OK, we'll keep that a secret. My scheme is to say you are available for everything except penetration, and then after a couple' of times they'll be so frantic for it they'll pay anything, and then we'll allow them to deflower what they think is a virgin for a fortune.' 'How come you're so interested in the money?' said the second curly-head. 'You've got lots already.' 'I have an allowance,' said Melanie. 'This will be my own money. Quite different. Now, time to get back to school. I've got an appointment here tonight, and you two have your first tomorrow. Get some more practice in the dorm tonight, especially on that change-over move.' 'But we're supposed to go and see Isabelle tonight.' 'Tough shit on Isabelle. You leave her to me.' Once Isabelle heard that the first curly-head had already been screwed she 'lost interest completely, so the girls were fine for their practice. Meanwhile Melanie had slipped out and was cycling towards the inn. Her customer that night she knew to be a wealthy local businessman, but she had no idea what he was like and what he wanted. Her professional 'instincts were tested when he did arrive, a fat, balding man of about forty-five with glasses, who kept wiping his brow with a large white handkerchief. In fact he turned out very well. He just wanted to see Melanie with no clothes on, then with just a little pinafore on, then with just a vest on, and finally with nothing on again. While he was watching he wanked, and after the strip show he asked Melanie if she'd mind wanking him to a finish. He couldn't have a proper fuck these days, he explained, because it always seemed to go soft as soon as he put it in. So Melanie wanked him with care and recently acquired skill, and while she was doing it said next time maybe she would do it with her mouth, and maybe in future they could have a try at orthodox sex, or maybe something else. The poor man came immediately in the excitement, all over his trousers, and thanked Melanie profusely, and added five pounds to the twenty he had already given her - a large sum in those days when ten 'pounds was considered quite a decent wage for a week's work. Melanie dressed after the man had left, while wondering idly what the innkeeper might be like as a fuck. But he was busy 'behind the bar, so off she cycled. Next day was the turn of the two sixth formers. They were to begin by being dressed in the sort of clothes five-year-olds wear to birthday parties, all frills and flounces, and they were to strip off and perform in front of an audience of four men, each paying twenty pounds. These men were the current Worshipful Master of the local Lodge and three past Provincial Grandmasters and would, Melanie was sure, be able to spread the discreet word to the right sort of people if satisfied. The two 'girls did a dance, with various coquettish movements, and then asked the nice men if they would help put them to bed. Trembling hands removed shoes and socks, and then bows were untied and frocks slipped over heads. Underneath they were wearing vests, whose straining cotton showed impressive details of what would shortly be fully revealed. One girl had blue knickers, one brown, and after the girls had simultaneously pulled each other's vests over their heads, these knickers were wriggled out of and the girls went into a clinch. The men were sweating desperately now. They all had massive hards on, but senior Freemasons do not get their cocks out in public, so they had to keep everything tight and suffer. The girls, playing it for everything they had, were running knees up and down each other's thighs, kissing each other's breasts, moaning and sighing, and gradually making their way over to the bed. One lay on her back and opened her legs so the men could see right up her little beaver. The other got above her, head poised above cunny, with her own delightful little hot hovering over a tongue which was already out and searching. The top girl lowered away and soon they were writhing in real pleasure as they tongued each other like mad. It was too much for the current Worshipful Master who came in his underpants and hoped nobody noticed. The girls then did a roll and a spin, resulting in the other girl on top and the other way around. Now the men could see her bottom, bouncing up and down and being licked, everywhere, including her bum-hole, by the other girl. First one girl came, then the other. They got off the bed, bowed to their audience, grabbed their clothes and trotted into the bathroom, there to restore themselves as uniformed schoolgirls. The men meanwhile left the room, all bent double with erections, each leaving a few pound notes as a tip. Eighty-nine pounds the girls had. Seven pounds ten for the landlord, ten quid off the top for Melanie and a three-way split with her of the rest. They had earned more in that hour than they could in a month of waitressing or whatever other kind of job they could get in the holidays. Both of them resolved immediately that this was to be their career. Special business of this sort was not to' be had every day. Mostly the clients just wanted a lively and interesting fuck. There was a slight hiccup when the headmaster came upstairs on spec, but he was persuaded that he had best keep quiet and let two of his pupils sit on his face, rather than expel them all - his first reaction - or resign - his second. Everyone had vested interests in keeping the status quo, and when Melanie went to see him in his study she made no special demands except a weekend home whenever she wanted it, for compassionate reasons. One of the Freemasons, the one who had come in his pants, desperately wanted to see the two curly-heads again, but this time on his own. He did a deal with Melanie - just half an hour for fifty pounds - and arrived with a hard and a condom already on. The two girls did the same act, but with less preamble, and by the time they got to the roll and spin the man had his prick out. He took off the condom and began wanking. The top girl got off her friend and walked over. 'Would you like to put it in here?' she said, pointing to her quim. 'You know that's not allowed,' said her friend. 'You're to keep your virginity. You can't lose something as ‘valuable’ as that for anything.’ 'Oh but I want to,' said the girl, fingering herself in front of the man's goggle-eyed face. 'I want a cock. I'm fed up with your tongue and my own fingers. 'I want a cock. Like this one.' 'Well, you can't,' said her friend, also walking over. The two of them sat, one at each end of the chair, and while one took the man's right 'hand and showed him how perfectly wonderful her tits were, the other took his prick and gave it a few quick tosses, all he needed to come all over the place. 'There now, look what you've done,' said tit girl to wanking girl. 'Time's up, and he'll not be able to fuck you now at any rate.' 'Might I, next time?' said the man in a wobbly voice. 'I don't know,' said the more bossy of the two. 'You certainly can't flick me, because I won't, not up my cunt anyway, although I might consider it elsewhere. But she's willing. I don't know, we'll have to discuss it with Melanie.' Late; word was sent that for two hundred pounds the Master of the Lodge could have one of the girls, with the other one watching and possibly helping. The two curly heads discussed the arrangement with Melanie. Two hundred pounds was a big sum and the man would want satisfaction for that; therefore there shouldn't be too much messing about beforehand. They didn't want him coming too soon, which phenomenon was called 'premature ejaculation', Melanie informed her older but less experienced colleagues. On the night, Melanie went with the girls to the inn and helped them get ready. They would wear pure white, ankle-length nightgowns, brought especially for the occasion, and Melanie would wear a kind of spoof nurse's uniform, with tremendously short skirt, stockings, suspenders, and blouse open to the waist. The two 'virgins' were installed in the big double bed with the covers pulled up tight to their chins and a single layer of sheet completely over their faces, and Melanie sat with her legs crossed, smoking a cigarette in a long holder. The man's eyes almost fell out of his head when he came m. Melanie stood and waltzed over to him, took his coat, and led him to the centre of the bedroom floor. He had seen the virgins' shapes but was made to stand with his back to them while Melanie rubbed herself up and down his body. He was allowed a feel inside her blouse, and inside her knickers, while she whispered in his ear about tight little virgins' holes and big little virgins' tits. She was undressing him the while, and soon he stood, his cock standing out and vibrating in anticipation. Now she let him turn towards the bed, but still he had to stay where he was. She walked to the bedside and bent over the virgins' feet, giving the man full view of her delightful bottom 'enclosed in red 'silk and surrounded by that shortest of nurse's skirts. Slowly, Melanie pulled the covers 'up, revealing feet and ankles and then two long white nightdresses. She just went to crotch height, then beckoned the man over. 'You can have one of them,' she whispered, giving his cock a quick stroke up and down. 'but which one? Would you like to choose?' The man lifted the hem of the first nightgown and pulled it up as far as he could, the owner obliging by lifting herself from the bed to help the white material slip easily up. He could see as far as the junction of her thighs, but not quite to her quim. He did the same with the other girl. and now was looking at two lovely pairs of young legs, all the way to the top. Melanie pulled the covers back a little more. He raised first one nightgown, then the other, to tummy-button level. Melanie pulled the covers right off, leaving just the folded layer of sheet over their faces. The man lifted the nightgowns above their swelling bosoms, and sighed in admiration. He felt one pair of tits, then the other. He was about to test their cunnies too, but Melanie put her hand on his. 'Choose,' she said. 'Just the one. 'And remember, she's a virgin. You must be careful. Here.' She rubbed some lubricating gel on his thumping tool while he agonised over which of the two equally wonderful options he should take. There was no choosing. They were too alike. Melanie came to the rescue. "If you can't decide,' she said, 'just take the nearest one, and then when you have another two hundred, you can have the other. We'll save her just for you.' Nodding, unable to speak, the man climbed on to the bed and approached the naked girl on his knees. Sensing his arrival she opened her legs wide and placed her hands under her bottom to raise the sweet, pink opening towards his prick, now so hot and hard that nothing could have stopped him. He placed the nut at the heavenly entrance. She pushed towards him. He pushed into her - so far. She let him m, then squeezed herself subtly shut so that he was confident of her virginity. He put his hands with hers, under her bottom, and thrust as hard as he could. She gave a small scream, and a cry, and then as he began pushing in and out, began to make a more throaty, urgent sort of noise. While so engrossed he never noticed Melanie sneaking up behind with a hypodermic syringe. Instead of a needle it had a foot of thin tubing. Instead of a drug it contained a mixture of tomato ketchup and red ink. Being careful not to touch his bouncing balls, she managed to eject some of the mixture on to the sheet beneath their writhing bodies, and just in time, because he was now moving into the final phase. He was pushing and thrusting with total abandon, so transported was he by the fucking of this seventeen-year-old virgin, and she too was giving a good impression of enjoying it, although his weight and hairy chest did take the edge off it a bit. As he pulsated with the last rapid jerks and she felt his stream flow into her, she pulled aside the sheet so he could see her face. And, when eventually he opened his eyes, he did see her, and all of her, and knew he had just had the fuck of a lifetime. The next virgin would be good too, and he was already working out where the 'two hundred pounds was coming from, but he would know who she was, and which one she was, and she wouldn’t have quite that excitement. Or would she? ' 'Melanie and the virgins had already worked out how to get another two hundred pounds at least out 'of this man, and while he was dressing - the two well-rounded ones were in the bathroom - Melanie, one leg dangling exotically over the arm of her chair, told him about their proposal. There would be two silhouettes in the bed again, but this time they would be lying on their tummies. Melanie and the man would have a little gambling game, the stake being an extra hundred pounds on top of the two hundred. What happened next would depend on the result of the game. Within three days the man was back in touch, ready with his money, and the girls assembled once more. This time the curly heads dressed in pale pink silk pyjamas before they got into bed and lay face down. Melanie, in a pastiche 'of a waitress's' uniform this time, once more smoked her cigarette in the long holder and waited for the man. The game they had when he arrived was a simple one. They played dominoes. Every time anyone knocked, they took off an article of clothing. The first to three games won the hundred pounds. If it was the man, he would just pay his two hundred and fuck the other virgin. If it was Melanie who won, she would collect the whole three hundred and he would then choose between the girls by looking only at their bottoms. If he chose the one he had already had, she would put both his balls right in her mouth while the other one sucked him off to a climax. If he chose the remaining 'virgin', he could fuck her in both her orifices. ' Needless to say, the man's will to win was negligible. He knocked several times on purpose, and was soon stripped naked and three hundred pounds the poorer. Melanie dressed by now in nothing but knickers and a pinny, went across to the bed and raised the bedclothes. The man, quivering all over, pulled down the first pair of pyjama trousers. The bottom he saw was beautifully rounded, with a dimple in each cheek. There was just the faintest hint of blonde hair at the crux and the cheeks stood up in proud hillocks. He could not resist running his hands over them and around them, and the desire he felt was so strong that he was near to forgetting about choice and just ramming right in there. Melanie pulled delicately at the waistband of the other pair of pants, and the man walked round the bed the better to pull them off. If anything this was an even nicer bum, slightly fuller, more pronounced you might say, but the man noticed something. There was a tiny scratch at the base of the left cheek as he looked at it, almost in the crease between her buttocks and the back of her thigh. This was where, he was sure, he had dug his fingernail while fucking her three days before. So the other was the virgin. Now he had the true choice, which was worse than the gamble. He actually knew which was which, and so could deliberate over the relative pleasures of being doubly sucked or doubly fucked. Would he rather have those sweet little mouths both wrapped around his manly parts. or would he rather thrust alternately into a virgin cunt and a virgin arse? What decided him was the thought that if he didn't deflower the virgin, somebody else would, while he could always come again for a sucking. He walked back around the bed, his cock positively creaking with stiffness, and patted the behind of his choice. Her legs moved. Keeping her head down and her arms resting on the bed, she knelt up with her bum sticking in the air. The man knelt behind her. Melanie sat beside him with the gel, and anointed first his cock and then the two entrances both of which they could both see. 'Which first?' she asked. 'The front one,' he groaned in a voice aching with lust. The prone girl wriggled her behind slightly as she settled into position ready for the hot rod. Melanie grasped it between finger and thumb and guided it towards the supposedly virgin pothole. Curly-head clenched her muscles to make the man's entry as difficult as possible, trying to disguise the successful explorations already completed by her friend's brother and the many, many other expeditions made by fingers and, occasionally, artificial aids. The man placed his hands firmly on the fronts of her thighs and pulled her back towards him as his rock hard tool quested vainly for a way in. Melanie gave every appearance of helping, although her anxious strokings and proddings were more likely to result in premature spending than anything else. Eventually she did find the spot, at the moment that curly-head relaxed a little and the man happened to be pushing in the right direction. With a smooth surge he was home, and instantly began coming. He could only manage three or four thrusts before his lot was cast, and all thoughts of out-of-one-and-into-the-other seemed to disappear as his stream of cream shot into the sweet young secret passage. 'Well,' he said, as he withdrew his smoking sword, 'shall we complete the job another day, or have you the time to wait now until I'm ready?' Obviously he still wanted his full package as paid for, and Melanie didn't want to have to set everything up all over again for no money, so they would have to do something about it now. She eyed his cock. It didn't seem to be' getting any slacker. Possibly he would be OK for another gallop shortly. ' She took 'him over to the wash basin and, with warm water, washed his cock and massaged it well with soap. She could feel it stir beneath her hand, and was increasingly confident that there would be no trouble in getting him successfully up curly-head's bum-hole. The kneeling girl on the bed watched from underneath her arm as the man was led back towards her. Once again she wriggled her bottom enticingly as she adjusted her position for the different angle of entry. Melanie scratched the root of the man's cock as he got on his knees on the coverlet, and then she slid down beside him and gave the hardening prick a delicious lick along its length. She tickled his balls with the tip of her tongue and then, instead of gel, used her spittle to provide lubrication. First she gathered some in her mouth and slurped it around the now-rampant prick. Then she gathered some more, collected it on the end of her tongue, and placed it delicately on the centre of the puckered knot which waited to be undone. The man was breathing heavily as he watched Melanie's face up against the girl's bottom, and he couldn't stop himself crying out as she pulled back and he saw the blob of spit sitting there. He pushed his hips forward. Melanie held his cock firmly. Curly-head opened herself as conveniently as possible. Melanie counted - one, two, three - and he was in. He felt the extra tightness clasping his cock. Curly-head was desperately trying not to shout with the sheer surprise of it. She had never imagined it would feel so big in the different hole. And now he was beginning to move! In and out he went, slowly at first and just part of his length then, as his confidence grew and the girl's anus seemed to become easier, he was pulling almost the whole of his cock right out, then thrusting it back in with vigour. Curly-head pushed the corner of a pillow in her mouth. Surely this man's prick was going to pierce her in the heart. Seeing her protege’s distress, Melanie took the man's balls in her hand and tried to speed up his coming. With a sudden thought she put her index finger in her mouth, got it nice and wet, and thrust it up his arse. This acted like a whip on a horse. He reared, then set off in a determined sprint, his prick pistoning in and out of the young girl's rear as fast as physically possible. Within a few moments she felt the flood rushing up against her bowels as he whimpered his indescribable delight. Melanie was not slow to note how much more the man enjoyed this illicit form of sex. Were all men like this, she wondered? Did all men prefer to have their cocks sucked and placed in small holes, rather than the location for which they were designed? If so, then the premium for such an act would have to be increased. Clearly this man, now staggering towards the bathroom, still whimpering, would pay the earth for what he'd just had, as often as he could find the money. Curly-head lay, exhausted, face down on the bed, her naked body showing red patches on the white. Melanie placed one foot on the bed so that the waitress pinny she still had on from the domino game was hanging to one side. She slipped her hand into her knickers behind and was idly scratching down there somewhere as the man came back into the room. 'And just think,' said Melanie. 'We've still got, with mine, two virgin bum-holes to go.' _______________________________________________________________________ proculus@hotmail.com *** Comment, ideas, or criticisms accepted with enthusiasm! *** Proculus (The Storymaster) -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |