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    1969 – Part 1 – Slutwife Sex Story

    26 May, 2018 (19:44) | Slut Wife Sex Stories | By: admin

    by Thexxxee (thexxxee@terpsi.org)

    ***

    A liberated female of 1969 stretches her horizons and
    just about everything else when she becomes a Jezebel
    for a group of African graduate and post graduate
    students who are studying at a Midwest USA university.
    (M+/F, exh, sm, intr, size, wife, cheat, orgy)

    ***

    PART 1

    The late 1960s is famous for the many new freedoms
    given to females. Even the lead in sexual adventure
    became a domain for many. But having to “start
    sometime” meant that there was a carryover of a proper,
    polite, perhaps even docile, generation. That
    generation was raised one way, and instantly allowed to
    become the “other” way. Taking the restrictions off of
    that group was the ultimate in human dynamics.

    In her mind, Melissa had it all. She even had the
    freedom to explore cross cultural experiences. For
    instance, in the USA, suddenly, sexual encounters with
    another race became accepted by a growing fraction of
    the population. Still, such encounters were rare enough
    to have the extra thrill of rule violation still
    associated with them. And that thrill of violation was
    most enjoyed by those girls who were raised under the
    oldest, most restrictive, rules.

    Melissa was one of the women who made that transition
    during those late 60s. She had the extra liberal
    benefit of working at a major university. There you had
    the ivory tower mandate to push the experiences to the
    extreme. Perfectly acceptable in that isolated world.
    Her job, as a lab manager, required her to encounter
    humans from all parts of the world. Every post
    doctorate fellow or full professor from outside the USA
    was quite different from any person who Melissa might
    have met in her own native land of Ohio.

    Melissa was now 26. Her own masters was in the bio-
    sciences. She felt that the lab manager position
    allowed her to truly use much of her own education and
    experience, while being directly involved in the
    continuing education of a great number of formal
    visitors to the USA. Interspersed throughout her large
    PU agronomy department were representatives from
    Australia, Indonesia, China, Brazil, Nigeria and many
    other countries where food production was or was going
    to be critical in the coming years.

    Physically, Melissa was a little bright star. Only 5
    foot, 2 inches tall and 104 pounds in weight, she was
    in absolute top condition. Her conditioning was done
    with small weights and an early form of aerobics class.
    She thought that a lean panther type look was
    attractive. All the males around her were in total
    agreement with her Measurements? 34C-22-34 does not do
    her justice. With the total fitness and small stature,
    she took on a gymnast look. She did, in fact, have a
    gymnastic background. Now she had the ample assets that
    would be “too much” for a competing gymnast.

    She had done her proper Midwest USA thing, and married
    her sweetheart. Tom was from the same area of Ohio as
    Melissa. He attended that same university now, and had
    obtained his bachelor’s degree in engineering back in
    Ohio. While Melissa worked full time, he had gotten his
    own Masters and was well on his way to a PhD in
    mechanical engineering. They had attempted the new
    lifestyles, even the early swinging. That was
    satisfactory for him. It never worked out for Melissa.

    True to his own liberal pledge, he had gone out of his
    way to compensate for her lack of swinging reward by
    telling her that she could pick up a guy any time. He
    didn’t even want her to necessarily tell him when such
    an event occurred. Rather, she could wait until there
    was something good to report, to wait for big
    developments, and to “surprise” him.

    She heard him, but took little of it seriously. She was
    not pushy and did not really believe that she had any
    social contact outside of their marriage and her,
    already established, friendships. Thus, she expected
    nothing from such a fantasy. That remained that way,
    for many months after his “permission” was given. Not
    that the newly freed professional woman needed
    permission

    Then, late in the Spring, Tom found out that he was
    going to be required to make a sort of mini sabbatical
    that summer, that he must attend another university
    three states away that entire summer. It would be a
    concentrated engineering study that would require his
    full attention 12 to 16 hours a day for 8 weeks At the
    graduate and post graduate level, this sort of
    requirement was not unusual. But that would leave
    Melissa alone on campus.

    She, in a blah fashion, said that she would make the
    best of it. Tom said, “Hey, here’s your chance to
    score.” It was said only as a lark. He just thought
    that he would temper the bad news with a little jest.
    Melissa’s response was, “Oh, yeah, sure. I will go
    right out and get me a harem of men ” In truth, he
    would be totally consumed by his studies, and she
    thought that she would be bored all summer on a very
    hot campus.

    As the Spring went on, Melissa met the incoming post
    doc students. One, who she considered a very
    sophisticated professor, was from Nigeria. Suave. Slim.
    6 foot 6 inches in height. Muscular. She had a hard
    time ignoring what was obviously attractive to her.
    Over the next few weeks, she would be slowly introduced
    to his dry humor and his story telling. He loved
    telling stories about events in his home country
    Nigeria. First the stories were of a general daily life
    there.

    Later, after he had her attention, he began to include
    details about relationships between men and women in
    Nigeria. He detailed the strange combination of
    Christian and Islamic interpretations.

    That a woman who had sex freely was a Jezebel. That
    there were some interesting rituals that involved any
    woman who violated her marriage. Those implications
    were purposeful temptations for Melissa. It was to have
    her inquire about what rituals might be like for such a
    Jezebel.

    Through the shelves and across lab benches, this
    discussion went on over the days and weeks preceding
    the summer time. And it grew in detail. He was very
    happy to tell of the Jezebel being purposefully fucked
    by many large men, over and over again, to insure that
    her vagina became large and loose. This was so that her
    boyfriend, fiancee or husband would not be able to fit
    her. Certainly, the practice demonstrated the real
    domination of the Nigerian male during that time
    period. The woman was being used to demonstrate large
    penises, and demonstrate them well. The goal was that
    she would then only be able to fuck with the largest of
    men. That allowed the large men to control the
    possibility of any sex that this Jezebel might be able
    to have in the future.

    As free as Melissa was to make her choice, this sexual
    work over of a nasty girl intrigued her. She would quiz
    “Martin” further on the technique. He would give an
    ever increasing amount of detail. Till, finally, one
    day, he admitted that he had participated in such a
    practice. In fact, he told Melissa that he had done so
    “5 times”. She feigned shock; but, she really had
    suspected his involvement earlier within the
    discussions. Martin said that he could even produce
    photos from one girl’s repeated fuckings. “Are you in
    some of those pictures?” He replied, “Yes, of course.”

    No shame. Perhaps pride was in his voice. Melissa
    taunted, “Really? Well, you may just have to show me.
    Can you actually do that?” “Yes, but you are married,
    and I have already said so many things that are, I am
    sure, offensive.” Now, he was the one faking concern.
    Fairly late into the topic to worry. But he did let her
    know that he acknowledged his violation of her status.

    Then, in an interesting move, he acknowledged her own
    sin, “If you are so very interested, you might be a
    white Jezebel ” Melissa, with her 1960s USA liberalism
    in effect, responded, “Might be.”

    Martin took her comment as an extreme “go ahead”. The
    next day, he brought a little brown photo album into
    the lab. When the other grad students were gone at
    lunchtime, he brought it out for Melissa to see. It
    started sweet enough, showing a very cute 19 year old
    Nigerian woman in a nice brightly colored dress. Nice
    hairdo, nice makeup, very upscale… Then, when the
    album was turned to the second page, she was nude and
    leaning against a tree. Very provocative in her pose,
    she looked trim and balanced. A nice hour glass figure.
    Smooth caramel skin, a long waist and longer legs.
    Melissa thought that she looked, “very attractive.”

    Across from that photo was another with her ass towards
    the camera; she was bent over. Her large labia were
    very clear and her slit was relaxed and slightly open.
    Melissa gave an “Oh, my…” When she turned the page,
    she got her real shock, as the 19 year old was being
    plowed by a mammoth penis. Missionary style. Her
    vaginal opening was spread wide. This photo was
    followed by photo after photo of various men, all with
    large penises, fucking her. Jet black men, caramel
    colored men and all variations between, each fucking
    her in a multitude of positions.

    The photos documented different fuck sessions and
    distinct changes in locale. The photos went on and on.
    Melissa could only guess, but there may have been over
    a dozen men who kept fucking the 19 year old over a
    period of time. When the photos included outside
    scenes, it appeared that even a change of seasons had
    occurred during the process.

    Each of the dozen or so men was huge. Melissa stopped
    for a moment. “You’re in here?” Martin gave an upscale,
    “why, yes I am.” “Where?” “There for one,” as he
    pointed to a very large shaft splaying the young woman.
    Melissa snapped her head around to look straight into
    his face. “Really?” “Melissa, it is really me.” “Now
    aren’t you ashamed to see this and know such things
    about me?” “No.” And Melissa went back to the album.

    As she turned the pages, the intensity of the fucking
    increased. The woman’s vagina was obviously being
    stretched. Over the time of the photos, the diameter
    alone doubled. Then tripled. When shown between fucks,
    the vagina hung open, irregular, drooping and sometimes
    with cum dripping out.

    The photos staged the young woman’s changes in great
    detail. On some of the last pages, the men would double
    penetrate her. And those photos began to show both a
    gaping ass and a vaginal opening that remained big
    enough for a baby’s head to easily pass through. The
    area between her ass and vagina had become quite small.
    Hardly any distance existed between her asshole and her
    vagina. Some old scars indicated that the distance had
    even been less at times in the recent past.

    Melissa startled, “Did she split during some of this?”
    “Yes, a little…” was Martin’s casual response. “She
    had all this done to her while her husband was away
    working in the oil fields. We just made sure that she
    would never fit him again, and that she would have to
    explain her new size.”

    “Oh, that was mean.”

    “She knew that she could not have all those large men
    without consequence. Yet, she chose to have the
    experience. She wanted to be a Jezebel. It was up to
    her to explain her new size. And she seemed to enjoy
    getting to that new size ” Martin went on to theorize
    that he personally knew that the men got great rewards
    from her nastiness, just as it seemed she had gotten
    great rewards by being so nasty. But by choosing to
    have so much intense sex, she became a Jezebel, a now
    very well known Jezebel in that area.

    Melissa’s never expressed tilt toward a type of S&M
    began to surface. The multiple men (of any color), the
    penis size (of any color) and the over stretching, all,
    was becoming an attraction to her. Still, she was very
    curious about a particular. “That was really you in
    some of those pictures?” “Yes. You seem so doubting?”
    She looked at his large creased crotch of that era.
    “Well, I have never seen such a penis. And I don’t care
    if those pants are large, there does not seem to be
    room in there for what I saw.”

    “You taunt me with compliments,” as Martin reached down
    for his zipper. Melissa frantically blurted out, “No,
    no, no, not in here. Not in the lab. The others could
    come in at any time.”

    Martin stopped what he was doing. Melissa went on, “I
    appreciate the gesture. I really do. In fact, I will
    take you up on the offer. But let me get my husband off
    on his sabbatical tonight, and I will think of a safe
    place for show and tell by tomorrow. I… really…
    do… want to see.”

    A Jezebel In The USA?

    Melissa took Tom at his word, about being able to start
    something without telling him. After he left the next
    morning, she went to the lab early. Up and down the
    long corridor, there was just silence. No one was there
    yet. There was a lab storage area two floors down that
    only she used for her specific lab items. She went to
    check it. It was locked. She used one of the few keys
    in the entire department that would unlock it. Inside
    she cleaned up an inner small room, making it at least
    suitable for human visitation.

    When Martin arrived, she motioned for him to follow
    her. She took him to the storage area. They went in,
    and Melissa locked the door from the inside. She even
    used an old latch that was left on it from years past
    and a time before safety rules. “Now, you had something
    to show me?”

    Martin grinned and went for the zipper again. He
    paused, seemingly to carefully consider his steps.
    Then, he went back up to his shirt and took it off.

    “OK. I get the whole show?” was Melissa’s response.
    Then the shoes, the socks and back to that zipper. He
    pulled down the pants, revealing more of his muscular
    body. But the area that Melissa was most curious about
    was inside very large boxer shorts. He looked at her
    and grinned real big as he pulled down the shorts.
    There, ‘live in person’, was the huge penis that she
    had seen in the photos.

    “Oh, that’s just fantastic You were not kidding me. So,
    everything is true? You really used ‘that’ on the
    girl?” “Yes, quite a number of times, in fact.” was his
    proud response. She was about three feet away from him,
    looking at it dangle down. As she looked, it began to
    fill. A true 11 of Nigerian penis. And he would have
    more in a minute. It was as jet black as he was, with
    lots of prominent veins, and a growing width. She
    walked over and reached out. “May I?”

    “Of course,” and he put her hand under it with one of
    his hands, as he put his other hand around her
    shoulders. He hugged her closer, more personal, as she
    examined his penis. Still filling. Now she could feel
    the silkiness, and those prominent veins, including the
    one most defined on the bottom of his penis. Still
    filling. Then she gave special attention to its head.
    It was a large mushroom shape, very defined and wider
    than even the shaft that supported it. She stroked it
    lightly as it finished coming to a complete attention,
    ending perfectly horizontal.

    “So, if I continue doing things like this, you will
    think I am a white Jezebel?”

    “I already think that you are a very white, very
    beautiful, and very nasty Jezebel.”

    With that, she spun out of the hug, and stood there
    looking at him again from many feet away. She reached
    up and started untying the little bow at her collar.
    Then she unbuttoned her pink blouse, left it for a
    moment, and unsnapped, unzipped and removed her short
    black skirt. She was wearing one of the first thongs in
    town. Good for her exercises, it also had that
    tremendous sex appeal.

    She went back to the blouse, removed it and her bra.
    Everything got tossed on one of the tables.

    So, now she was just wearing a black thong. Her fitness
    was on show. Great breasts, a tiny waist, buttocks with
    real muscle, legs with creamy tone; it was all there.
    She pulled down the thong. A small heart of dark hair,
    perfectly matching the hair on her head, and that was
    all. She stood there and spun around. “You like?”

    He didn’t say anything. He just walked right over to
    her. “Guess you do. heh, heh.” and she took his penis
    into her hands again. With his height, the penis was
    almost up to the level of her breasts; she only needed
    to bend over slightly to take it into her mouth.
    Melissa could hardly open her mouth wide enough for his
    mushroom head. In fact, it took a few seconds for the
    edges of his crown to flip past her front teeth. She
    swirled her tongue around it and then stuck her tongue
    deep into his opening. She literally fucked the opening
    with her tongue. He quivered.

    Melissa slurped and liberally frothed all around his
    head one last time. She kept hold of the shaft and did
    a full spin around, placing her opening directly upon
    the tip of his penis. Taking advantage of the
    lubrication, he immediately started into her. The
    mushroom head parted her lips in an extreme fashion,
    reforming those lips as a perfect “O”. The head finally
    snapped those lips behind it; the teeth had been only
    slightly more difficult to get past.

    He was extremely surprised how tight she was. So tight
    that her pinch hurt him for a moment. But he was in
    heaven, fucking this little hellion. He had thought
    that nothing like this could ever happen. Never. He was
    actually beginning to fuck a white Jezebel. That she
    was married to a white man, well, that made her a most
    excellent whore. She wiggled on him, and helped him
    slowly slide in.

    He knew that it would take months of fucking by large
    penises to make her fit properly. Since she really
    seemed to be his white Jezebel, a white whore by
    choice, he had hope that she would graduate to that
    size. So, he intended to protect his investment. He
    went cautiously inch by inch. Her occasional wiggle
    helped him continue his slide into her.

    Melissa was thinking that Martin’s penis was fantastic,
    that it was not even in the same world as the white
    swinging fellows who she had fucked. With just a few
    inches of him into her, she already had sensations that
    she had never had with any man. It was easy to
    fantasize herself as a beautiful mare, being mounted by
    a huge stallion.

    That image was fantasy only in degree. For here, in
    this small locked storage area, a large black male was
    starting to go deeper inside a tiny white woman. As
    stallions go, the ratio of his penis was impressive,
    sort of like a Clydesdale attempting to breed with a
    pony. He looked at his little prize.

    Her long dark hair had fallen forward over her head,
    covering her face. Her hands, each placed above each
    knee, braced her. Nice trim muscular legs, a torso as
    tight as a corset, smooth rounded breasts with large
    pointed nipples, and butt muscles that responded to his
    every move. He loved watching her flex those and many
    other muscles every few seconds. He slowly bumped past
    her cervix and began to see how much beyond that he
    could stretch her. You could say that he pushed the
    vaginal envelope. But not much farther. She stopped his
    forward movement with a tense wall, and did so at a
    point he considered only about half of his length.

    A very surprised well hung Nigerian After all, the
    African woman, who he had shown being stretched in the
    photos, was what he considered small (5’9 and 165
    pounds). Here this white woman seemed like toy size.
    Such observations only enhanced his thrill more.
    Changes, like he was used to doing to Jezebels in the
    past, would be massive for Melissa. He pressed harder.

    She shook all over, tensed, bucked and came, jerking on
    the end of Martin’s huge penis. As he pressed her from
    minute to minute, she would respond the same way each
    time. Finally, he decided that she had made a small
    adaptation. He began to truly stroke her with that half
    length. He saw a clean lab table, one covered with a
    cloth normally used for seed counting. Today it was to
    be used for Melissa.

    Martin reached under Melissa and cupped her breasts and
    chest with one large hand. He lifted that front section
    of her, while her rear section remained securely
    plugged on Martin’s penis. He swung her around to the
    cloth covered table and, except for her ass and legs
    hanging in space, laid her across it. He resumed
    stroking her. Her mouth would ooh and aah. Her vagina
    would slush and foop loudly. She was having the best
    fuck of her life.

    And she was fulfilling some of Martin’s greatest
    fantasies. He would look down, see her stuck on him and
    think “how could this be real?”. Then he took the
    reality of the moment and made more fantasy. He
    wondered how great it would be to work on her for
    weeks, months or even longer. He was bold enough to
    begin to think of her as a white Jezebel project, one
    which he and all his stateside friends could work on so
    long and so well that her little white woman vagina
    would become as large as the one he had left with the
    African Jezebel in Nigeria.

    He may have been way ahead of the possibilities. But
    then he certainly had a feel for things.

    He was feeling way up inside her at the moment. She
    seemed to be stretching a little for him.

    Progress “Melissa.” Melissa.

    She could muster up, “Uummm, Oh, so good…”

    “Melissa, how big is your husband?”

    “Uh…” Pant. Pant. Then he pressed in and she screamed
    a little. “We were… stoned… one night. Uh, aaaaah.”
    Then Martin decided, if he wanted an answer, he had
    better stop moving for a moment. “We took out a ruler.
    Gasp. Martin, your penis feels so great in me. Oh…
    we… we measured like you’re supposed to do, from the
    top of the base to the tip. He was 5 and 3/4 inches,
    maybe 6 inches at the longest.”

    Still holding motionless. “Can he make you cum?”

    “Sometimes. I think. My god, it is nothing like what
    you are doing to me I have never felt anything like
    this. I lost count of how many times that I have
    already cum while stuck on you.”

    “Melissa, I am just barely into you.”

    She twists her head back and looks to her rear. She
    sees how much is still outside of her. “That, that you
    have out there is longer than he is total, and 2 to 3
    times wider.”

    He plans his wording carefully. “You like fucking with
    me?”

    “Oh, yes.” She gasped again as he moved a little to
    reinforce his words. He went back to stroking her. He
    increased the frequency and the depth. She came again.
    Then, after such a nice reminder, he went back to
    question her again.

    “Did seeing what happened to the girl back in Africa,
    with all the penises working on her, did that make you
    hot?” He held very still once more.

    “Yes.”

    “It did?”

    “Yes.”

    He started moving again, poking deeper into her. He may
    have pushed a little more than half of himself into her
    at that point. She was wiggling, jerking, with her ass
    arching, and she seemed to be cumming frequently.
    “Would you like to work with me, and fuck with me a
    lot, over the next weeks, or months? So that you might,
    someday, be able to take my length?” He poked her a
    little hard, but not any deeper.

    “Uh, uh huh…of… course.”

    “Melissa, even if I work you alone, I will make you
    large. I will make you too large for your husband.
    Seriously, too large, Melissa.” Martin pokes her again
    and this time twists a little. “Does that worry you?”
    He twists a little more.

    “He said I could pick up, uh, oh, aaaaaah… a guy of
    my choice.” She pants. He makes her cum again. “And you
    are my choice ” He gives her couple of mild thrusts and
    twists. She arches a bunch and her hips clench with
    those nice butt muscles. Her legs are powerfully toned
    and flexed, like a dancers legs in mid dance.

    “But if fucking with me made you too big for him to
    ever fuck you again.” He gave her a smooth continuous
    set of thrusts, combined with heavier twists. “Is that
    alright with you?”

    “I want you to make me, fit you Love it. Love it. Love
    it.” More panting. More rewards from Martin, with her
    cumming intensely over and over. “Love it, really,
    ummm, oh, oh, oh, aaaah. Oooooooh, I love to have such
    fucking.”

    Then he stroked her constantly, adding twists every so
    often. He did that for over 15 minutes.

    It was a nasty picture, with them locked away in the
    building, working on her, instead of just working. The
    tiny muscular white body, with the large black body
    sticking deeply into it.

    Considering how small and tight she was when he
    started, she was doing quite well now to receive about
    8 inches maximum at times. That was over 25% longer and
    many times wider than all of her husband’s penis at its
    finest He slowly pulled out and had her stand up. She
    was smiling big time, and rubbing the lower part of her
    abdomen, where he had just been working.

    She looked at his penis as it pointed straight out, now
    with her coating on it. “Now that’s a male, a real
    male.” Smiles.

    “Why, thank you.” and he added, “Melissa, you said that
    seeing the other woman fucked by so many men made you
    hot.” He strokes himself and eyes the cloth covering on
    the table. “I have friends here on campus, and also on
    campuses near by.” Still stroking, he holds his penis
    up as an example. “All those fellows pretty much think
    that this is average.” Melissa gave a large smile and
    left her mouth hanging open.

    “If I introduce you, would you like to fuck with them
    also?”

    “Wow THAT would be great.” And she gave a real nasty
    look and shifted her eyes back and forth, while rubbing
    her opening.

    He reached over and grabbed the cloth from the table.
    He placed it over the back of one of the tall bench
    stools. He then moved the stool, with its new cover,
    placing its back against an inside wall. “You’re not
    going to check with your husband before we begin
    stretching you?”

    She jumped up onto his chest, ringing her arms around
    his neck. “Noooo. And, besides, don’t you think that it
    is nastier to not tell him, at least for now?”

    “Oh, you are a Jezebel!” And he pulled her down a
    little, so that she would begin being stuck on his
    penis once more. During all their sex talk, and her
    thoughts of more hot stuff, she had created a new round
    of lubricant. She was smoothly sliding down on him, as
    she still held his neck and kissed him on his mouth
    several times.

    He spun around and placed her upon the tall bar stool,
    with her back to its back and the wall behind. He
    stayed slightly in her, as he spread her legs to each
    side of the stool. She sort of did a cowgirl bow legged
    split with her feet resting comfortably on the lower
    rungs of the stool. She sat back, grabbed the seat,
    looked at his penis, with almost all of it still
    outside her, and then looked up into his face.

    Martin still needed reassurance. “Are you sure that you
    want this? After you invite me, and all the big fellows
    I told you about, to get inside you, you will never be
    as you are now. You will never have a small and tight
    vagina.”

    She reached back up around his neck and pulled her
    mouth up to his ear. “Do… it… to… me…”

    He started back into her. It was easier to get past her
    inner lips this time. Still, very tight.

    She was back to holding onto the seat with her legs
    spread wide. He began to fill up that entire central
    area between both legs. Now, he could watch her vagina
    open and stretch. She was back to the heavy breathing,
    and the wiggling that helped him slide in last time.

    Her vagina was feeling magnificent to him, as he
    realized that this little female, was the only Jezebel,
    he was aware of, black or white, who had seen photos of
    what was done to other Jezebels in Nigeria. For her to
    then ask for some form, if only some limited USA form,
    of the same treatment was remarkable. This married
    woman was the tiniest and, yet, most willful and
    excellent whore, or, as he was more comfortable saying,
    ‘a most excellent Jezebel’.

    Even sitting on a backed stool like this, folded almost
    to 90 degrees, Melissa’s abdomen remained flat and
    tight. Those 34c breasts looked right at home. In
    Martin’s mind, she had a perfectly balanced physique,
    and with that flat thin abdomen, Martin noticed a turn
    on that he normally never could see. He noticed that
    his penis’s shape was visible just above her little fur
    heart. He watched that closely. It was like a new game
    to him. How far up could he track it today?

    They had started their sex around 7:35 AM. It was now
    8:20 AM, and he thought, for the first time, about
    getting rid of some of the restraint that he had been
    using. He leaned into her and pushed her and the seat
    firmly against the wall. She looked down at her
    stretched opening and thought about how small it still
    was, when compared to the woman’s vagina that was shown
    in the photos. And Melissa thought of how the woman
    looked before the men started to change her.

    He watched more of his penis enter her. And he tracked
    where it went after that by looking at Melissa’s
    abdomen. She was squealing and panting very fast, just
    as he saw that he had stretched her vagina over half
    the distance to her belly button. He could identify his
    large mushroom head at that level; from within, the top
    edge of his crown defined a soft line on her outside.

    He started twisting and watched her tight inner rings
    be pulled in and out with the easy thrusts. When he did
    a twisting move, her opening took on a very notable
    football shape, instead of staying circular. Melissa’s
    long dark hair came down both sides of her body to the
    level of the breasts; that seemed to finish up the look
    of her little fuck throne. He increased his depth and
    his twisting.

    More sucking and smacking type sounds, and perhaps what
    might be called a slurping sound, all increased. She
    held apart her outside labia. He poked deeper through
    them and twisted all the way out, as far horizontally
    right and left as the knuckles of her hands on each
    side. That circumscribed a much larger football shape
    Over half of his penis was in her, and he noted that
    the mushroom head was just below her belly button. She
    looked up at his face and repeated what she had said
    earlier, “Do… it… to… me…”

    He needed very little cheerleading in order to do an
    awful lot. And her last comment was dynamite. He just
    let the full weight of his pelvis move forward. Nothing
    holding it back. She screamed. Both of them were very
    happy that the area was closed off deep within the
    building with solid concrete walls, and that it had two
    layers of freezer type doors. Melissa had chosen the
    site well, thinking ahead, knowing or hoping that she
    might have reason to get loud.

    He was up to her belly button now. That depth, in turn,
    helped him put pressure back on her opening, so that he
    might increase her width. The twists had a stronger
    angle of attack. He thought of her last comment. Then,
    he ground into her with some true effort, as if he were
    really trying to get somewhere, somewhere new. She
    arched back, which, for a moment, made his penis on the
    inside more visible on the outside. When he saw that,
    he put in an extra tension or jerk. She held a squeal
    for a few seconds due to that action.

    He grabbed her miniature pelvis on both sides and began
    finally fucking her. A very thick black 9 portion of a
    much longer penis was now stroking her continuously.
    She mostly was just trying to get some rhythmic
    breathing going, rather than the staggered starts and
    stops that she had been doing. Her vagina would spasm
    on him. He took that as a tickle. He liked it.

    He was never letting up now. Stronger thrusts. Stronger
    reaming of her opening. To him, it seemed as if she
    came quite often. Though more shallow than he had ever
    connected during the very first fuck with any other
    woman, he finally considered it a good connection with
    Melissa.

    He could tell that, if he pushed her vagina any deeper
    or any wider today, she might tear. He did not want
    anything like that to happen, today.

    He kept going at the steady rhythm for another 10 or 15
    minutes. Then he came. She almost looked like she was
    seizuring, when he let go. She felt the penis spasm,
    and she could not help but do the same. In addition to
    never having felt the size, the muscle power and
    technique, she had also never felt cum hit her inside.
    She felt it big time today. To her, it was like being
    hit with a powerful squirt gun, only this one shot warm
    goo. As they both slowly became still, the cum ran out
    of her in force and dribbled down two of the stool’s
    legs. She laughed. He laughed.

    After the nice early morning start, both tried to go
    back to mundane lab activities. Neither could keep
    their mind on that. Both sets of fantasies took off
    again. She kept thinking about how great it had felt to
    be so stretched. And he kept thinking about how great
    it had been to start stretching her. He approached her
    late in the afternoon.

    “I have two roommates from Nigeria. You may know
    Christopher, who is in the micro biology department,
    here, in this building. And then there is Robert; he is
    over in engineering. Both came to campus this last
    year. In fact, Robert was the one who originally got
    the place. The apartment is only 4 blocks off campus,
    over on Vinton street. I am sure that they would want
    me to formally introduce them both to you.” Martin gave
    Melissa a very sly look that included a nod, tilt of
    the head, and almost a wink.

    “I have never met Christopher. And, of course, with him
    over in engineering, I have never met Robert.” She
    smiled real pretty. “But, I certainly would like to
    meet them.” And she did wink.

    “You live close to campus, don’t you?”

    “Just 10 minutes west, just outside the limits.”

    “If you could you come over to 411 Vinton at 7:00 PM, I
    could introduce you. I am sure it will be a friendly
    little meeting.”

    “Sounds very interesting.”

    “Oh, Melissa, could you do me just a little favor?”

    “Of course, anything.”

    “When you drop over this evening, could you be dressed
    the way prostitutes do in your country?” Now he really
    smiled big.

    “A few weeks back, I would have slapped someone who
    said anything like you just said.” Melissa looked at
    his face. “But you’re serious?” He just smiled bigger.
    “Hmmmm… well, lucky for you, I seemed to have been
    changed a little recently.” She put her right hand at
    her pelvis level and rubbed lightly. “I might be able
    to get together the appropriate attire. Oh, and by the
    way, this is, indeed, sounding like it will be a
    friendly little meeting.”

    Introductions All Around

    Right at 7:00 PM, Martin’s doorbell rang. Robert opened
    the door and was staggered by what he saw. Melissa had
    her hair one sided in a French do, pretty colored hair
    pieces, a powder blue halter with a bright purple
    butterfly central, a bare waist, a deeper blue mini
    skirt that was about 14 long, powder blue thigh high
    lace hose and blue stiletto high heels. Robert was
    thinking that she was so very beautiful, and so very
    brave and/or crazy to show up like this in daylight,
    and at a house where only black men live.

    He rushed her through the doorway. Martin was running
    to the doorway, yelling out how beautiful she was. He
    “formally” introduced her to Robert, who was still in
    pleasant shock. He turned to Christopher, who was
    frozen on the stairs, leaning over the railing with his
    mouth hanging open. Christopher did not look too
    sophisticated at that moment. And Martin laughed when
    he saw Christopher frozen like that. Then he introduced
    Melissa to Christopher.

    Melissa was having a hellishly good time. Hey, Martin
    asked for it. And he and his buddies really got it. She
    did that same spin around that she did nude for Martin
    and this time asked all three fellows the same thing,
    “You like?” They rumbled as a unit, then each blurted
    out increasing superlatives over the top of the
    other’s. Melissa seemed very satisfied with the
    response. In her mind, she verified that these fellows
    can have a very powerful attraction toward a Jezebel,
    even, if , at the same time they would like to work on
    her and change her physically.

    It certainly seemed to represent a conflict in
    emotions. Such verification started to really kink her
    S&M tilt.

    Melissa wasted no time in breaking ice. “I suppose that
    Martin told you that we had our own friendly meeting
    earlier today?” The eye brow lifting and winces
    confirmed that he did. “Good. Then you know that I know
    what Jezebels are. I mean, does this look pretty
    close?” All their heads nodded in agreement.

    Smiles all around.

    “I also know what some of you have done to Jezebels in
    Nigeria.” She noted no dissension. “All…of you have
    done?” All three nodded again. Now a more smirk, sly,
    nasty smile abounded. “OK, then, what all of you have
    done to Jezebels. The ritual, so many guys working so
    hard on one woman, did entice me. Martin knows that.”
    She winked at Martin.

    “It is strange for some woman to have that much sex
    done to her, and for all those men to do it to her. A
    strange trip, I suppose. I am little, little
    everywhere; but, for some reason, I really like to be
    stretched. My senses tell me that I would have a lot of
    fun getting bigger. My husband knows little of this. He
    does know that I fantasize about well hung men.” She
    looks into each of the three faces and smiles like a
    seductress.

    “My husband just does not know that there are nice men
    here to help me, or that I, by your definitions, am a
    nasty Jezebel of sex.” By this time, hearing all this
    quickly from her, the men were in full agreement with
    her. And she got up and spun around again. And, just as
    an erotic seductress of old times might do, she
    extended her hand, and swung it around as if it were
    the pointer at a game of chance. It ended up pointed at
    Christopher.

    “Your bedroom please.” She looked back the other two as
    she and Christopher climbed the stairs. “I will do my
    best to get to know you fellows.” She was a perfect
    image of a hooker, but a hooker with some sort of old
    world flair. Sophisticated and extremely nasty at the
    same time.

    She walked up the stairs with Christopher. Martin was
    slowly shaking his head in disbelief, as if to indicate
    that he had no idea that she could do this and do it
    with such ease.

    Christopher Drills Melissa – VERY HARD

    Christopher had Melissa down to her high heels. He
    wanted her to keep those on. He took off his own
    clothes, revealing another large black penis for
    Melissa to deal with. He was pretty hard before he took
    off his pants. And the size was growing quickly. It
    seems that Melissa was already a great turn on.
    Christopher, like Martin, was amazed at Melissa’s small
    body and beautiful fitness. For a while, he just rubbed
    his large hands all over her. He took his large fingers
    and examined areas thoroughly – sticking two at a time
    into her vagina and then into her ass. He pried both
    openings wide. She felt that she was really being
    examined closely, like maybe at a slave market.

    He had her turn around and bend over. He put three,
    four and then the tips of five fingers into her vaginal
    opening. Her tightness did not allow him further. That
    only made him want to try harder to get in there. He
    grabbed the left side of her vagina with his left hand,
    and the right with his right hand. As if he must have
    been mistaken about the limits, he used both hands and
    attempted to spread her more than any fingers could do.
    Melissa gave out with an “ouch.” He pulled her apart
    harder. “OH, ow, ow, ow!” His response was to pull
    harder and hold her at least to that distance that he
    obtained. He held her like that for at least five
    minutes. As much as it hurt at first, she began to
    understand that he was getting her ready to take him,
    at least in width.

    He left her bent over and grabbed from the bathroom a
    jar of Vaseline. He greased up her opening and his
    shaft. She was still bent over, looking around and up
    curiously. He started to put it into her. Smooth, but
    at a much faster rate than Martin used. Soon, the two
    downstairs could hear her screaming and Christopher
    thumping away. Christopher knew of no restriction to be
    slow and easy, or to be any nicer to this white woman
    than he is to any African Jezebel. So, he was
    proceeding with vigor. He may have been more like 10 in
    length, shorter than Martin. But the penis was very
    fat. Perhaps that is why he hand stretched her first.

    In less than 15 minutes, he was all the way into her.
    She was panting, cumming, howling, cumming again,
    jerking, quivering, and cumming more. He laid her
    forward onto the bed, with her face down. He pulled her
    ass back up and put her knees under her. Now her vagina
    was a prime target. Standing by the bed, he went back
    into her. He ground into her, twisting, and prying. It
    did not seem possible to Melissa. She made guttural
    sounds and squealed almost all the time. The two
    downstairs, heard and felt the ceiling shaking and
    Melissa continuing to scream. Robert looked at Martin
    and very seriously commented, “I hope he leaves
    something for me “.

    Christopher just thought that this was what he was
    supposed to do to her. She was smaller than any woman
    he had ever fucked, and her vagina was tight, …at
    first… But, he thought everything else was standard.
    He thought he was supposed to help start the process of
    making her vagina huge. He had gotten extra turned-on
    when he learned that she was married; earlier that day,
    Martin told Christopher of the husband’s 6 penis.
    Thinking that this was the standard ritual, he believed
    that he might even be able to make her too big for 6
    this very evening.

    He looked down at her stuck on him, and thought of how
    pretty, how toned, and how white she was. She felt
    smooth and still very tight to him, as he rammed her
    over and over. So, in his mind, that just meant that he
    had not done his job. He knew his usual mandate. He
    felt that Martin and Robert, and others in the very
    near future, were all depending on his contribution.

    As a goal, he put in his mind the image of Melissa with
    a large floppy opening, all reamed out. Then he pounded
    her with his penis. Downstairs, they could hear him
    hitting her harder and harder. And they could hear her
    scream and cum continuously. Martin feigned shock,
    covering his eyes. But, then, he did look out from
    under the covered eyes and smile at Robert.

    Christopher looked down at Melissa’s opening. He needed
    to get something major done to it tonight. Banging and
    banging and banging away, he kept thinking that
    something should give.

    Then, it did. She ripped a little on an inside lip.
    Christopher did not think that was much, and continued
    to pump her hard. Then he suddenly could tell she was
    larger, and he immediately gave her his full load. Some
    of it gushed out, draining down both legs. She was
    still quivering, still jerking, still occasionally
    cumming, moving the ass back onto his penis and pulling
    forward. She was sort of coasting. She felt him slowly
    pull out what she believed a small fire hose should
    feel like. When he was out, she did not close down
    right away. The lips were red and swollen, the one
    inner lip notched by Christopher, and the opening just
    gaped. The only thing that he said was, “I like your
    shoes.”

    She laughed hysterically. The two downstairs were sure
    that Christopher had gone too far and that the little
    white woman had been driven crazy or was horrified by
    the vagina changing fuck.

    Upstairs, she rolled over, wiped the tears from her
    eyes and with real laughs interrupting her speech,
    said, “I am so glad that you like my shoes.” “My
    shoes?”

    Now Christopher was horrified. “You… are…
    angry…?”

    “No, no, no, no,” as she reached for his penis. Taking
    it in her hands and rubbing it softly, “No, I am just
    happy that this can do what it did. I loved it,
    Christopher. Loved it.”

    Well, that made him feel much better. Now, he was sure
    that he was supposed to have done all that to her.
    Still, he was pretty confused by her reaction. He was
    thinking that a white Jezebel might, indeed, be quite
    different from others. Overall, he was proud of his
    contribution tonight.

    The two downstairs did not know quite what to make of
    the silence that now dominated the house. Perhaps,
    Christopher fucked her unconscious, or, worse, fucked
    the delicate little thing to death. But right then
    Christopher double jumped stairs on the way down to the
    ground floor. He was smiling. For Robert and Martin,
    that clarified nothing about Melissa’s condition.
    Finally, the beautiful, completely nude (except for
    those blue high heels) Melissa came down those stairs.

    She gave Robert the come here sign with her left hand.
    Robert finally was able to believe that he might get
    some. He was happy to see that she was smiling. But,
    now that he was free of such stress, he remembered his
    own personal plans. He gave her back the come here
    sign; he wanted her downstairs. Her face lit up and she
    started on down.

    Robert had a great idea for a more public performance
    that would have powerful sexual rewards for voyeurs. In
    addition, it would test Melissa’s brazen attitude. How
    unashamed was she? Was she whore enough to be willing
    to let people on campus know that she was fucking large
    Africans during her husband’s absence?

    Only about 200 ft. east of their house was a large
    graduate student residence hall. Students of all
    specialties stayed there. Many were post doctorates
    like Martin, Christopher and Robert. Many studied and
    worked in the same bio science building where Melissa
    worked. A glass covered atrium type structure made up
    the southern portion of the Nigerians’ rental house. It
    added to winter warmth and gave a great sense of
    openness to the house. It had a tile floor. For all
    walls and the ceiling, it had crystal clear glass. Most
    sections of the glass had motorized draping to reflect
    sun when it was unwanted and to add privacy. Deluxe
    housing? Not when your families had major investments
    in oil, as in the cases of all three of these men.

    The atrium was a great place for all kinds of
    activities. Tonight, Robert had something very special
    in mind. Earlier in the evening, when he still had hope
    for his personal fantasy, he had shut the drapes on all
    the ground level glass. Now that he had hope again, his
    plan might go into action. The 6’8 Robert took the hand
    of the 5’2 beauty and escorted her into the atrium. Her
    blue high heels in no way moderated the obvious
    contrast in sizes.

    She loved the room. Exercise equipment, all mixes of
    furniture, soft lighting, she thought it grand. Robert
    stood behind her and put his hands on her shoulders. He
    admired her physique, and thought the heels were a cute
    touch. As his hands were on her shoulders, he reached
    over and tilted her head up. “Oh, dear…” were her
    words as she saw the full face of the west side of the
    residence hall looming overhead.

    Everyone’s picture window, on every floor, had a great
    view down into the atrium. It would be easy to peer
    down into the atrium and see clearly any activity. If
    one of the residence hall rooms had a telescope or
    binoculars, then they could watch the household very
    closely. Earlier that year, Robert had been with a
    friend who lived about half way up the building, and
    that friend had simple binoculars of ten power. With
    them, Robert could read the titles of magazines on his
    own coffee table. That was when he had the idea.

    He was massaging her shoulders, and asked, “Well, what
    do you think?”

    “Wow, great view. They can see just as well this
    direction, right?”

    “Right. Only the soft light down here limits their
    view.”

    “I know a lot of students over there. There are even
    couples up there who Tom and I go out to eat with, or
    go to a show with. And you want to fuck me here, don’t
    you?”

    “Yes, a lot, all over the place. I want as many people
    as we can tempt, to see you as a whore”

    “Oooh, goose bumps But something like this has been a
    part of my fantasy too. Tom and I had no way to legally
    be observed. But you’re talking about fucking in your
    own house. It is not your fault, right, if someone gets
    a telescope or set of binoculars. It is not your duty
    to police them, right?”

    “Right.”

    “Then, this seems as nice a place as any.”

    He was already removing his clothes. He had no
    underwear; he needed to send his penis down the pant
    leg anyway. So, when those pants came off, Melissa was
    astounded to find out that Robert was the biggest of
    the three in that household. Robert was even closer to
    some sexual National Geographic photo. It hung straight
    down like a salami. When soft, it was perhaps an inch
    longer than Martin’s. But it was quite a bit larger in
    diameter than either of the others.

    She walked over to him. “I bet you tore into some of
    those Jezebels with that.” And she reached down and
    began to pump him up. Part of Robert’s planning ahead
    was to take a lot of Yohimbe earlier today, which was
    going to make a bigger and longer lasting erection for
    him tonight. He was playing with her breasts as she
    pumped away. He even kissed her on the mouth, which
    Christopher never did. He was getting very hard, in
    fact, rock hard.

    Off a shelf nearby, he grabbed a joint. “Here, maybe
    this will help.”

    “Help you rip into me? I am pretty small, and I already
    have a tear tonight.”

    “Are you hurting? Are you done?”

    “Nooooooo I didn’t mean that I just want to know that
    you guys will let me have at least as much time as a 19
    year old Nigerian woman.”

    “Sounds fair. By the way, I am surprised that
    Christopher did not do more to you than that.”

    “He tried ” She was back to a sweet smile, and trying
    to remove any doubts. “This is nice.” She held his
    penis with her right hand. It finally ended up only
    slightly longer than Martin. But the width was about
    50% more than Martin; and it was bumpy and nodular due
    to large veins all around it. She took the now lit
    joint with her left hand, raised it to her lips and
    drew in. She immediately choked and coughed. She even
    had to let go of Robert’s penis. So, then, he warned
    her that it was strong. She considered the warning
    late.

    Robert looked up. He knew some residents were already
    watching, and that was with the soft, almost candle
    strength, lighting that was dispersed about the atrium.
    Melissa was quickly getting stoned from only the one
    deep toke.

    He had thought of this plan over 6 months ago. He just
    had not had anyone to try it on.

    Now, he had his beautiful white woman in plain sight of
    anyone in the residence building who might want to see.
    That she was white, married, known on campus, and might
    be seen by someone who she works with, all that was all
    perfect. He felt extra turned on.

    By then, she was pretty heavily stoned. She looked up
    at the building. “So, you want to spread me out and
    fuck me viciously, so they can see? You want everyone
    to know that I am a slut, a whore, a Jezebel?”

    “Yes. I want that.”

    “Well, that sounds pretty good to me. You can do it.”

    “Oh, just one more thing.” And that moment he flipped a
    switch on one of the columns. Bright halogen lights
    came on all around the atrium. Some were clustered onto
    couches, weight benches and other places where it might
    be good to be seen fucking.

    “Oh, you’re really sneaky.” And she walked into one of
    the brightest lighted sections and laid back on an
    angled weight bench. She put one leg on each side of
    the bench. Then, she reached down and pulled her labia
    loose. “I am going to need some lubricant.”

    He dutifully had some Vaseline in storage, and pulled
    it out of a cupboard. He stuck a large amount directly
    into her. She looked up and smiled. Then she waved at
    the residence hall.

    He was greasing himself up while she did that. She
    watched him bring the giant knobby thing over to her.
    Her perception was now affected. She was thinking that
    he would just start deep fucking her with it. Luckily,
    he was less stoned and still knew to start up
    carefully.

    He slipped the head into her, and bumped some the veins
    along her length. He quickly hit bottom. The length of
    her vagina seemed to have shrunk back a great deal
    since Christopher worked on her. He started to stretch
    it again. Robert’s entry was helped a lot by the other
    two men fucking her first. Now, Robert was able to
    quickly re-stretch her to at least the point where
    Christopher had her at. He was already stroking her
    with 8 to 10 inches. Her insides were sure a lot
    different than they were early that morning. A lot
    different.

    She was cumming already too. The smoke, the other
    fucks, everything, was all adding up for her.

    Huffing, puffing, panting, and her screams and squeals
    were all happening. She looked up wild eyed. “So good.
    So good. So good.” “Sorry, uh, oh, mmmm, that I, mmmm,
    ooooh, said that stuff a while ago. Do you still want
    to rip into me?” Her opening was already laid wide.

    “Sure, but just a little tonight. OK?”

    “It feels so good to be so, uh, uh, Oh, ow, ow,
    stretched SO good.” She had her hands around his back
    as he poked deeper and deeper. He was already at
    Christopher’s depth. “Oh, Oh, aaaaa, uh, mmmmm. I like
    being stretched.” She bucked back at him, even with so
    much deep in her.

    She grabbed his flexing butt and pulled him in, with
    each of his thrusts forward. There were, at least, a
    dozen or so telescopes and binoculars trained on that
    weight bench.

    No doubt, they could see her spread. No doubt that they
    could identify her, that is, if they knew her. There
    was probably already a clear photo taken, for someone
    up in the hall must have had a 35 mm camera attached to
    a telescope. Even in the late 1960s, that was common.
    She stopped him just for a second, just to get a
    question in. He kept twitching and slowly oscillating
    while she asked, “Do you think that they are having fun
    watching?”

    “Oh, yeah.”

    “What do you think that they would like to see done to
    me?” She hugs up to his shoulders, and puts her mouth
    by his ear. “A black man with a giant penis carving
    another notch in the poor little white girl?”

    “I am sure that they would like to see that.”

    “The size that Christopher did?”

    “Bigger.” And then he went back to pumping her. The
    scene, the beauty who he was plugged into, the possible
    audience, the smoke and the filthy talk reminded him
    that he did have a Jezebel here. She was married, yet,
    here she was stuck on Robert. And she seemed to
    frequently be asking to just be treated as such a
    Jezebel. That was another reminder, a reminder to
    proceed properly with the ritual.

    She was sitting back on the incline of the dark leather
    bench. He began to think that it would be nice to
    clarify what was happening to the little white woman’s
    vagina, just as the bright lights did for the larger
    scene. He was sure that a viewer would like forms of
    documentation. He pulled out of her, turned just a
    little for a better pose for the hall voyeurs, and
    showed the abnormally large penis. He had opened and
    widened the work that Christopher did. So, as busting
    the cherry the first time in a woman’s life was a
    marker, Robert considered Melissa’s enlargement a
    natural, stage by stage, indicator of a woman who was
    just now beginning to have sex with properly hung men.

    Robert actually admired Christopher, who was not
    abstract or cerebral about meeting Melissa. Robert was
    trying to adopt Christopher’s mood and the basic senses
    involved in the real ritual of changing another man’s
    wife, slut, or whore. By any name, such a woman was
    still a Jezebel. And within her ritual, the extremely
    hung men saw themselves as sexual vigilantes who
    enjoyed their duty.

    His mind started to flash back to the other Jezebels,
    at least to the ones he had helped change. He
    remembered the animal feelings of carving into the
    woman, of her accepting such permanent changes, of one
    large penis’s changes then added to the changes by 20,
    30, 40 or more hung men. And he realized now, as
    Christopher must have realized earlier, that everything
    was present in order to begin such an ancient ritual.

    White, a tiny American woman, very beautiful and so
    many other characteristics should not be imposing
    qualities. She still was such a whore, comfortably saw
    herself that way, and, for some reason known only to
    her, seemed to want the ritual. Everything was in
    place. All three men, and all the ones who might help,
    just needed to unify in accepting her as their present
    project.

    Only seconds had gone by. His penis was still hovering
    in the bright halogen light. Her creamy juices, shiny
    Vaseline, and a small amount of blood that he credited
    to Christopher’s work, all that could be clearly seen
    smeared all over it. If there were a 35 mm with a great
    lens, it surely snapped more photos of this stage.

    Robert Drills Melissa – VERY HARD

    Robert was in project mode now, and did not want any
    viewer, including himself, to miss the changes that
    Melissa would go through. There was an iron frame
    lounge more central to what might be called ‘the
    viewing area’. It had its own set of two cushions and a
    large mattress type area. He grabbed a simple white
    sheet out of the cupboard and wrapped around and
    through the lounge.

    Since it was hit from multiple angles by many halogen
    spotlights, the lounge was brightest area in the room.
    Melissa had sat there watching the preparation, while
    slowly rubbing her reddened opening. Robert came back
    to the bench, took her hand and led her to the lounge.
    If any guy or gal up in the hall had a quality lens
    trained on the activity, they could now detail even her
    little fur heart and the matching long hair on her
    head.

    He picked her up, and, while standing, started to slide
    her down on his penis. She held onto his neck. He got
    to hear all the sounds that she could make, very close
    up. He began to press her down onto it, and not just
    allow her own weight to do it. Her entire pelvic width
    was filling with black penis. She seemed to not be able
    to keep from wiggling. That made her sink faster.

    Robert looked directly into Melissa’s eyes. Wild hazel.
    Her eyes fluttered and looked around his body and her
    body; it was as if they asked “what next?” He reached
    up and took her hands away from his neck. He brought
    Melissa’s arms down to her sides and held them and her
    entire body with the grip of his two hands. She tried
    to wrap her legs around him, but she was too small and
    he was much too big to have that done.

    Her legs dangled. With her arms pinned and her body
    only for him to hold and move, she looked back into his
    face. He looked at her differently than he did only a
    few minutes ago. She might have said that he looked
    focused and on a quest. He started moving her body up
    and down, as if he were going to use the little thing
    to jack himself off. Her eyes went ultra wide and she
    gasped.

    He moved around and leaned back a little, so the people
    in the hall might be able to better see her going up
    and down on him. Since she was clamped by his hands and
    depended on his lift, she could do nothing to soften
    his impact. He began to slide her up and down a little
    farther each time and he increased his frequency.
    Melissa realized that he did intend to forcefully use
    her body to jack off. She remembered nothing like this
    in the photos.

    She was cumming quite often, especially after she knew
    what was going to happen to her. Her size and weight
    were no effort for him to hold and use like he was
    doing. Her head popped back and she could see the front
    of the residence hall. She wondered if any one she knew
    was watching her obscenity. She remembered that several
    of her friends lived high in the building and did use
    telescopes as an easy way to scan the campus.

    He kept extending the range of the jack. She felt both
    his length, which kept stretching her vagina higher
    into her gut, and that extra width, which had her
    opening taunt, smacking and snapping. She was cumming
    even harder as she was both poked more thoroughly and
    scared now.

    And he had finally settled his mind. Melissa was
    Jezebel. She was supposed to receive his most intense
    fucking. “Melissa, do you feel yourself changing
    inside?”

    Between gasps and crying out, “Oh, yes ”

    “Melissa, I can answer your earlier question now. Yes,
    I do want to rip into you.”

    “I know…uh, uh, uh, ow-ow-ow-ow-ow!”

    He kept jacking with her body, deeper and faster. “But
    I am telling you this, because, tonight, in only a few
    minutes, you will already be too big for your husband.”

    She did not say anything. She was busy squealing,
    ooohing and aaahing. She felt another little tear
    opposite of Christopher’s. The feeling was identical.
    She bobbed her head to her chest and looked at her
    dangling legs. There was a new red smudge, slightly
    smeared into the right groin. Christopher had done his
    on the left.

    She asked in a staccato, hard to understand, voice, “Am
    I too big for him now?”

    He looked down at where she had been looking.
    “Probably. But that is not what I was talking about.”
    And with that comment, he ground her down on him and
    tried to get it all in. He twisted her body as well as
    slamming it down on his length. The he fucked her that
    way for another 10 minutes. Melissa thought that
    produced, at least, two more spots.

    Robert laid her on the lounge, with her back down and
    the two pillows behind her upper back and head. She was
    still gasping for air, but had absolutely never said
    anything about stopping.

    He quickly raised both of her legs above her chest, and
    immediately put himself back into her.

    He just straight fucked her hard, with full depth
    thrusts and lots of twisting. His goals were to make
    obvious changes.

    She was screaming a lot with this position and his
    roughness. Martin and Christopher came in from the
    other room to check out what was happening to Melissa.
    As Robert had planned, the white sheet was showing the
    voyeurs that this was not play, and that Melissa was a
    small white woman being torn up by a large black penis.
    He closed his eyes, thought about the Jezebel that he
    was connected to, and thumped her hard for another 10
    minutes. Then he blasted the inside of her. She came in
    multiples when he came. As with his friends, his gush
    was strong and easy for her to identify on top of all
    the other sensations.

    She laid there trying to recover at least her breath,
    even if she could not recover her old vagina

    Her breasts were rising and falling in extreme fashion,
    in perfect sync with the full intensity of her
    breathing. Robert had stepped back, so that her opening
    might be completely in the clear.

    The tight vagina that she had at the beginning of the
    day, could have never hung open, even briefly, like
    this one now did. The lips, the mons, the inside of
    both legs, just about everything down there had a
    slapped red look. The white sheet was red between her
    two legs. She held her lips open; he could see, as well
    as anyone with a quality telephoto lens, that her inner
    membrane had a star shape central to it. Five point
    star? Five pressure relief changes? Robert told her
    that it looked like a star.

    “Cute. Very cute (actually starting to lighten her
    voice, as in a joke). Guess this means that, from this
    point on, I can only fuck extremely large penises. And
    I suppose that you are going to recommend “black”
    ones?”

    “Of course, of course,” He switched the lights to low,
    pulled her from the lounge and then escorted her to the
    bathroom.

    Fair is Fair

    Martin was almost sorry that he brought Melissa to his
    roommates. Not because of concern for her, rather
    concern that they took up too much of her evening and
    exhausted her. And they busted her up a lot, something
    he had been careful not to do with his first time. He
    was resigned to try another time, that is if she even
    would consider following through on the fantasy that
    had seemed common to all four people.

    Then she returned from the bathroom. Martin was
    surprised that she had not gone upstairs from the
    atrium side and gathered her things. Her hair was
    combed. She still had on her heels. Most importantly,
    she was still nude. She stood in the doorway to the
    atrium and motioned for him to come in there. Martin
    was very happy with her. She was being a Jezebel all
    the way.

    Martin thought that he would still play good guy and
    come on soft, “Are you sure you want me over here?
    Didn’t they kind of do you in?”

    “You’re the one who showed me the photos. How many guys
    did that 19 year old take on that first night, during
    her, shall we call it, initiation?”

    “Oh, I think I see. Seven guys fucked her that night.”

    “She sure has me beat. Not that I am envious about the
    other four tonight. But your friends sort of showed me
    that you were being very polite this morning, and that
    you held back. Am I correct?”

    “Yes. Sort of feel a little stupid, since they started
    right in on you. I am very pleased that you are
    special. You are what other Americans would call
    perverse, and strong enough willed to follow through on
    such perversity.”

    “Wow, what a compliment, I think. Heh, heh. Guess I
    have been hiding a lot from many Americans, including
    my husband. Hopefully, he won’t be sorry that he
    promoted swinging and playing around. But I am sure not
    worried about that now. And Robert tells me that it is
    too late to worry about fucking with little guys. I
    suppose that I will have to keep on doing these kind of
    activities instead (badly fakes a sigh).” She had
    undone his belt, unzipped his pants and was dropping
    them as she finished talking. He quickly finished
    undressing.

    “Clarify something for me. Am I correct, that I might
    bleed a lot with every change now, but that as I get
    larger, that will happen less often?”

    “Yes. That is exactly the way it goes. Your vagina sort
    of learns to play with the big boys.”

    She motioned to the open “see all” area, now bathed in
    soft light. “Do you like that kind of play, too? Do you
    want me to keep learning how to play with boys, in
    there?”

    “I sure do.”

    She moved the sheet around so they would have white,
    should they choose to land on the lounge. The original
    stains still showed for the voyeur, just at the other
    end of the lounge. “Remember how you started this
    morning? Me standing, bent over?”

    “Oh, yes I do.”

    “Would you like another chance?”

    “Certainly.” Before he let her go any farther with her
    plans, he offered her another joint. She accepted. They
    lit up, and, between the two of them, smoked the entire
    joint. During the smoke, she would occasionally reach
    over and stroke his penis.

    He had gotten very hard, just thinking about being able
    to fully work on Melissa. He began to have the more
    base type feelings toward her. More proper for a
    deserving white Jezebel of the USA Martin was the only
    one who knew that Melissa had not told her husband
    about any of these activities. If Robert had not
    already made sure, Martin was going to finish Melissa
    enough this very night to insure that the husband would
    never fit again. That way, the first time that the
    husband heard of her whoring, she would already be way
    too big for him. That was a little extra turn on kink
    for Martin.

    In the open area, there was a surround of couch
    sections. You entered from the south, and all other
    directions were closed off by the sections as they
    really made an open “U”, rather than a true square.
    Melissa looked up at the residence hall, went around to
    the couch on the east side. She was behind that east
    couch, and she looked over her shoulder at the hall,
    which was now directly behind her. Once positioned, she
    flopped all of herself, from the waist up, over onto
    the pleather of the couch. That left the backs of those
    beautiful muscular legs and ass aimed directly at the
    hall. She spread her legs and said to Martin, “Don’t
    forget the lights.”

    He grabbed the jar of Vaseline that was left out,
    switched on the bright halogen lights and walked over
    behind Melissa. He had her go down to the bend of the
    couch units, where she could lay across diagonally.
    Then she pushed out her ass and spread apart those legs
    again.

    Martin realized that would allow any attentive
    residence hall people to see partially from the side.
    He greased her directly with the rest of the Vaseline
    that he had in his hand. Even though she was bigger,
    she could still identify his large mushroom penis head
    as it came into her.

    He was amazed at how wide and deep she felt now. Within
    minutes, he was fucking with more than he had ever
    fucked her with. He was able to grab her hips this
    time, and pull back strongly just as he poked the penis
    deeper into her. He admired the work of his two
    friends. It was up to him to take things farther, and
    end the evening “big” time. One of the other two
    started playing some R&B music in the other room
    (Marvin Gaye?). Good mood music; however, he did have
    his own count for thrusts, twists, and overall
    effective Jezebel reaming.

    He started slamming into her. That produced slaps,
    smacks, pops and screams. He really was on track for
    his own ritualistic contribution. Sometimes, zoned out
    in space, and stoned on the good smoke, he even forgot
    who he was fucking at that moment. Rather he saw
    himself punching, poking and in almost all directions
    stretching a vagina into a loose bag. Then he would
    flash back just as fast, and find out he had been doing
    and was doing all that for real – to Melissa

    Of course, all the earlier tears were opened and she
    slightly trickled down both legs. She knew that was
    going to happen, ignored it, and pushed hard back onto
    Martin. She was determined to be a part of this action,
    action she considered hundreds of times better than
    fucking her husband. He reached down and spread her ass
    cheeks. There, for anyone watching, was a bright red
    opening that was easily shoved into any direction
    (since his imagination had been working in reality). He
    pulled out for a second and spread her lips. She still
    had a general star design. But, Martin did not know it
    at the time, it was larger in all dimensions than when
    Robert checked it out.

    He went back into her with force. She spent her time
    squealing, bucking, shaking all over and generally
    cumming too many times to count. He tossed her left leg
    over the top of the couch. Now she only had one blue
    high heel on the floor. With her left leg spread wide,
    he was able to get in still deeper. It was sort of like
    a modified scissors, only standing. He grabbed her
    pelvis again, and with the new angle pulled back
    strongly. He buried himself and held her little ass on
    his base. With her like that, he literally screwed.
    Melissa was stretched smoothly through a whole 360
    degrees. When she started to ooze a little onto the
    pleather couch, he decided to move her over to the
    lounge.

    He just picked her up, still stuck on his penis, and
    carried her over to it. When he got there, he
    considered working that same position longer, but,
    instead decided to put her into a standard missionary
    position. He turned her around, laid her on her back,
    grabbed both of her knees, spread them to her gymnastic
    maximum, and went up the middle and straight into her.
    Now he was giving deep grunts as he hit so hard and
    gave such extra effort before and after each hit. Her
    little 100 pound body jerked and quivered all over with
    each single hit. He pumped ever faster, then came in
    her, holding himself at maximum depth and twisting
    every last drop out. A large amount of white came out
    of her, layered over pink.

    Still breathing fast and heavy, she dropped her arms
    and legs to the sides of the lounge. He began pulling
    out that huge penis. To Martin, it looked like he
    expected it look at the start of any Jezebel reaming
    ritual. And he thought Melissa looked like she was
    supposed to look, with a now very wide, very red
    vaginal opening that took up a much larger fraction of
    her pelvis than when she started. But, in Melissa’s
    case, this more standard opening had been transferred
    into the smallest and lightest colored body that he had
    ever seen it done to.

    He spread her lips apart, for his curiosity and any
    lenses that might be focused on her. Two flaps of the
    star shape were gone. What was left was a fairly ragged
    opening that was not unlike what many women have after
    long experience in this world. But the 26 year old
    Melissa was radically different than she had been this
    morning. Her husband had not yet been gone 24 hours,
    and, already, her vagina had become far too large for
    his penis to ever work properly in her again.

    Scheduled Workouts

    Melissa sat up after Martin was done. She pulled him
    over and kissed him on the cheek. Maybe it was her jock
    history as a gymnast, her present conditioning, the
    power of her own personality or a nebulous combination,
    but she was casual about any bleeding. She was in no
    hurry to run to a bathroom. With her chin on her knee,
    in a very modified ‘Thinker’ pose, she said to Martin.

    “That was everything. All of you were bigger than I
    thought any man could be. The sex felt incredibly good.
    And then it hurt a lot. It was wonderful, and an
    ultimate pleasure. It was scary and painful. I feel
    like every sensation was there.”

    Martin, “You’re a special woman, Melissa. I do not know
    how you came to understand that all those types of
    sensations are necessary.”

    “I was thinking about things very similar, before you
    came along with your Jezebel stories. When you arrived,
    with your stories, your rituals and your big penis, or
    should I say penises,” She looks to the other room
    where Christopher and Robert are calmly sitting. “then
    it seemed that I could try to make fantasy a reality.
    Sure seems real to me now.”

    He gathered his clothing. She continued to sit in the
    bright light, nude, with her red opening and red
    stained sheet; she looked up at the hall and gave
    another wave. As she finally moved away and threw the
    light switch and headed to the bathroom, she bent over,
    opened her labia and said, “Oh, my… How often do I
    need to go through this to stay big or get bigger?”

    “Once a week should keep things going. But we usually
    find many more of our friends who want to join in
    fucking the woman. We have had women who had such sex
    every day of the week.”

    “More guys?”

    “Of course. Remember you saw photos of more than 12 men
    working on that one woman.”

    “You don’t have that many Nigerian guys over here, in
    the states, going to school at this university.”

    “No, but, within 60 miles, and just drawing upon other
    university students who are at least mild
    acquaintances, I might be able to find more than a
    dozen new men for you. It is important to put many
    different men inside you, as often as possible.”

    “I get it. A whore, and a well used one. Lots of guys.
    Lots of guys who are big? This is more wild than I
    thought. At least once a week, huh? My pussy hurts now.
    But I bet I could work up to fucking with a few guys at
    least three times per week. Would that help?”

    “Certainly. A perfect attitude, from a perfect little
    devil.”

    After his last comment, Melissa went to the bathroom,
    then gathered the pieces of her outfit upstairs, put
    the outfit on and headed for her car. With her lab
    manager planning skills, she had prepared for that ride
    home. For in that car was a small igloo ice chest, full
    of ice. Central within the ice was a glass dildo. She
    slipped it in and drove home.

    Continued in part 2…

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