7 comments/ 63705 views/ 114 favorites Melissa's Conversion By: meddlesome This is the first installment in a three part series. It's in the non-consent/reluctance category, with the emphasis on reluctance. It's also very much a group story and a exhibitionism story. It's not for the faint of heart, so stop reading now if you are looking for something warm and tender. This ain't that. Feedback, as always, is appreciated. I very much enjoy hearing reader's reactions to my stories. My name is Melissa. The story I'm about to tell took place roughly years ago when I was an undergraduate student attending college in the Northeast. If the events depicted in this story had not happened, I might be a totally different person today. As you read this story, at no point should you feel sorry for me. I want that out of the way early. For those people who tend to judge women for behaving in a non-Christian way, I strongly suggest moving on now. There's nothing for you here and please spare me your judgments. They will fall on deaf ears. My school was in the heart of ski country and there were several ski resorts that were easy driving distance from my campus. I was a A+ student and a very competitive skier. Classes, school work and skiing took up most of my time my first two years at school. I had always been a very dedicated student and I was raised in a strict religious household. I dated in high school, but not very much. I had always been a bookworm first and a jock second. I didn't go out of my way to attract guys. I had braces and wore my hair short until I was almost seventeen. When the braces came off, my best friend Amy forced me to get a real make-over. I had my hair styled and my nails done. Amy also convinced me to wear skirts and minis to show off my toned legs. I let my hair grow down near my shoulders just long enough to look feminine, but also short enough to not be a pain. Once my metamorphosis was complete, the boys started to come around, but I only went on a handful of dates before senior year was over. I liked my new looks and I had Amy help me shop for school. I wanted to make sure my tomboy rep stayed at home. College was a very different experience as far as men were concerned. I was chased from the moment I got there. Still, I always prioritized my studies and I did not drink, which made college parties rather unappealing. Most guys gave up on me after a few dates with no sex. My virginity was something that I took seriously. It was being saved for the first man I loved. I wasn't hung up on the idea of saving myself for marriage, though my parents certainly had that expectation. I just wanted my sex life to be about love and not some guy just using my body. Of course, things do change. College sports required more of a time commitment than high school sports and my parents wanted me to cut down to just one rather than the three I was used to playing. I agreed with this, and I chose skiing. During my first two years, I got along really well with my teammates and even made a few good friends, but I stayed away from the parties. Still, they always asked me out on weekends. They tried, incessantly at times, to include me. During my junior year my teammates became even more persistent. Admittedly, I was one of best skiers and I was always blowing them off. They insisted that my antisocial ways were damaging team unity. They were sort of joking, but they were sort of serious too. Part of me didn't want to change my ways. Perhaps, this was due to a sense of risk. Perhaps, on some level, I knew what lay beneath my heavy duty vanilla exterior. Nevertheless, I didn't want to be a prude who was eventually given up on. And, that seemed like the direction I was headed in. My college years were already more than half over. I really did like and enjoy the company of my teammates. It was time open up a bit, I thought. I decided to go out one Friday night because it was my 21st birthday and because my teammates just weren't taking no for an answer now that I was "legal." They talked me into going out and having my first drink. It was no big deal. It was a college town, so no driving was needed to get to the downtown bar. I ended up having a lot of fun. Over the course of my junior year, I began to loosen up and even got drunk a few times. I also began dating Mike. We met at a party early on in the second semester. He asked me out and we were having sex a month later. I loved him, and I had the time of my life (up until that point) during second semester. He asked me to live with him senior year and I happily accepted, even though I knew I couldn't tell my parents. Not that they could have stopped me, but there was no way they would have approved or even understood me "living in sin." Mike had a big four-wheeler and he told me to go find a place anywhere I wanted. He could get us to and from campus on even the worst days. We were in the mountains, so there were some really incredible options. I chose a ski resort that was about thirty minutes from campus. It was one of the less popular mountains due to it's medium size and somewhat inconvenient location in relation to the interstate, so it was relatively cheap living. It really wasn't a bad mountain and all full-time residents got a full-season lift ticket for free. This would be great when we weren't in the mood for a trek to a bigger hill. The chalet was wonderful with huge glass windows overlooking the valley. In the middle were large sliding doors that led out to an enormous multi-level deck that featured a sunken hot tub! We were close to the top of the mountain, so the view was wonderful. I signed a 1-year lease, which made it affordable as they only had decent sales during the winter months. There was a strong rumor that the resort could go out of business at some point in the next few years and that further depressed sales. They had built far too many units and were desperate to fill them. For us, since we only wanted the place for a year, it was a perfect situation. Mike decided to move in and spend the Summer there too, since we were paying for it anyway. I decided against spending the Summer. I wanted to for sure, but there was no way was I going to tell my parents about Mike and I cohabitating. For this reason, I wanted to avoid them ever making the long trip to see me at school. Not coming home for Summer would make that trip a lock. They could not know how I was living. This was far too flamboyant, and, more importantly, sinful for them. They knew about Mike and they wanted me to bring him home for one of the holidays. I was going to ask him to do that, but my folks could not know about our living arrangement. So I went home and had a typical summer. I really missed Mike, but I kept very busy. I worked at my Dad's company as an intern and took the train to and from work with him every day. I began to slip back into my old frame of mind and I was looking forward to getting back to school and living with my guy. I left a week early for school under the guise of needing to set the new apartment up. Just before I left, I decided to completely shave off my pubic hair. Mike had asked me to do it last semester, but I had never even trimmed mine as it grew in a naturally bikini friendly way. The hair on my pussy was light brown just like the hair on my head. I always liked the way it looked and never even considered trimming or shaving. That being said, once I had done it, I felt deliciously naughty in a way I never had before. I was so excited for Mike to see it! It was a six hour drive from my New Jersey home to my New England home. I was really looking forward to seeing Mike and hadn't told him that I was coming up early. Some of you probably see where this is going. Being hairless was a totally new feeling and it was making me excited as I drove. If I'd known that I'd enjoy it so much, I might have done it sooner. When I pulled into our driveway, there were two cars parked by our little chalet. I got out of my car and all I could hear was loud music. I entered the house and scanned the open living area to my right. There was nobody there. I ducked under the stairs and went to the two back bedrooms. There was nobody there. I had covered the entire chalet save for the loft bedroom and the finished basement. I scaled the stairs. The bedroom door was open and I could see inside even though I was still five or six steps from the top of the stairs. There they were. I'll never forget it. There were three of them. The girl was in the middle. My boyfriend was behind her and he was slamming his cock into her backside and slapping the heck out of her ass every couple of strokes. Mike's best friend, Al, had the girl by her head and he was forcing his cock down her throat it seemed. He had hands full of her hair and he was practically having sex with her skull. I'd have called it rape ... but she was obviously loving every second of it. I kept watching in a daze. They were really letting this girl have it. I was amazed at what an animal Mike was. He was nothing like that with me. He was incredibly gentle when he took my virginity. I wondered if this is what he really wanted and if he was planning to turn me into a slut like the girl I was watching. I thought to myself that, no matter how much I enjoyed sex, it wasn't worth what that girl was going through. I eventually popped out of my daze, backed down the stairs and out of the house. The mountain had multiple peaks and I decided to set up surveillance across the way. I found an empty condo that had a perfect view of mine. I sat there in the driveway, in my car, completely dumbfounded. I was mad for sure, but I also felt really naive and gullible. I also remembered that my name was on the lease and that Mike's wasn't. I couldn't just leave. Even if I did manage to kick him out, I would be unable to pay the rent myself and we were far too far away from campus to get a student as a roommate, especially this late in the game. It was August 30th. Mike didn't know that I knew, so he would expect sex from me. There was no fucking way I was having sex with him ever again. I decided that my best move was to confront him and to act as hurt and injured as possible. I thought that might buy me some time or guilt him into paying his share until I could find a roommate. About an hour and a half later, Al and the girl came out and left in the second car. I went home and Mike was surprised to see me. He said he had to shower and he jumped into the bathroom before I could say anything. He must have found his nerve while he was in there, because when he came out, he told me that we needed to talk. I told him that I agreed and that I'd seen everything. He told me that he had found another place to live for the semester and that he'd been waiting for a good time to tell me. I told him that I couldn't pay the bills without him. He went pretty cold at that point and told me that it was my problem. He told me that he'd have his things out of the house within the hour except for his couch. He'd bring a friend back for that tomorrow the following afternoon. What a way to start senior year! I kept my cool and told him that I'd be back in two hours and that he should leave his key on the kitchen table. I turned and left and drove to the pub with tears streaming down my face. The pub was about a quarter mile down the mountain. I hadn't had a drink since last semester, but this really felt like the right time. I could easily walk home if I needed to. God I was a total mess. Once I got parked, I did my best to calm down and wipe the tears dry. I walked into the bar and I was the only person there except for a few folks who were in a booth in the corner. I took up a seat in the middle of the bar. I asked the bartender for a Long Island Iced Tea and he whipped it up in a snap and told me it was on him. He seemed to have read my deep dismay quite easily. I must really be vibing I thought to myself. I thanked him. He gave me an odd sort of knowing smile and said his name was Doug. He was a big strong guy and he was really cute. Doug looked about my age. He was probably just a year or two older I thought. I gave him the best smile I could muster and told him that I was Melissa and I thanked him again. He excused himself and went to the other end of the bar. The folks from the booth wanted another pitcher. He took care of them and then he made a phone call. I sat and drank my alcoholic tea. It was pretty good and it was gone in five minutes. Before I could ask, another was placed in front of me. Again, no charge. Again, I thanked him. Again, he smiled earnestly but got back to work. With his back to me, I could really check him out. He was really sexy with just the right amount of muscle. I had to remind myself not to stare. About halfway through my second drink, the door to the place opened and in came seven loud guys. They had the look of men who had just taken part in something. Maybe mountain biking based on the clothing. They took up position at the bar right next to me but closer to the front door. They were all pretty cute and I recognized none of them. I settled back into my drink and eavesdropped on their conversation. At least I had something to do now. They were all mad at this one guy, who had "effed up", "lost his man card" and "screwed the pooch" among other things. This guy, Jim, was trying to defend himself but they were all giving him "the hand" and didn't want to hear it. This was genuine discontent they were laying on him. I felt really bad for this poor guy. Then I heard one of them say that "tonight is the big night. You've got like no time to fix this." Again, I felt for the guy. He was really cute too. Then they all got up and left, except for poor Jim, who stayed and ordered another drink and asked that it be a double plus a beer chaser. I looked down to see that my glass was empty, but my third was already there. I looked at the bartender, who gave me a quick wink as if to say that he knew I was eavesdropping. It's funny, but this poor guy's situation had sort of made me forget my problems. The booze was making me feel quite social. I turned to him and held out my glass and said "had a bad day?" He sort of smiled and clinked my glass with his beer as if to say, "yes, very much so." I assured him that he was not alone. He asked what my dilemma was and I told him about the events of my day. I had just caught my repugnant boyfriend in a threesome. I was going to end up getting tossed from my home as there was just no way to pay the bills. I was already maxed out and was going to be working too many hours as it was just to pay the half of the bills I had anticipated paying. I couldn't ask my parents for help because I'd have to come clean that I was living with a man. I was also completely crushed about losing the first guy that I loved. Thanks to the booze, I spilled out all of that and more. Jim listened well. He showed genuine empathy at all the right points in my story. When I was done, I asked him what he'd done to earn such shame not to mention the ire of his friends. He was not eager to explain what he'd done or failed to do. He told me it was a "guy thing" and that I probably wouldn't understand. I persisted, and explained to him that I'd told him things I wasn't even going to tell my friends. He said ok and then explained that he and his friends were up a week early to have a bachelor party for a frat brother of theirs who graduated last Spring. It had been Jim's job to get the "talent" for the party and he had struck out. Jim 'fessed up that he just didn't know much about hiring strippers up here in the middle of nowhere. He was from the city where this stuff was easy and simple to find. It was also no help that school was out of session. Normally they could find a slutty co-ed for such things, but none were around yet. He had found this woman through a friend, but she had bailed a few hours ago. Now he was out of options with the big event fast approaching. Jim seemed resigned to failure and the subsequent shame that came with it. I told him that I was very sorry as I finished my drink. Then another slid in front of me moments later. I was going to have quite a buzz going soon. I'd never had a fourth drink in my life and these drinks seemed pretty strong. Jim told me that he didn't really care about the stripper. It was just that he felt bad for letting down the groom. Regardless of what I felt about the whole bachelor party tradition, I understood that part on some level. It was sort of a rite of passage kind of thing. I really did feel for Jim. Nobody likes to let a friend down and nobody likes to be "that guy." I asked Jim why he didn't care about the stripper. He didn't want to answer for some reason. I pressed him and reminded him of all the personal stuff I'd divulged. He finally said that, while he is not the type to brag, getting women was not a problem for him. "Oooohh, check out Mr. Ego" I said. "See, I knew I should have kept my mouth shut" he said sort of shaking his head. "No no. It's ok. I asked you to tell me. So, Mr. Ladies' man. What is it that makes you so irresistible to women?" "Melissa, we should stop now. I'm a little uncomfortable talking about this with such a nice girl like you." "I'm not that nice." I lied about that. I actually WAS that nice. "You really want to know?" "Yes! Tell me!" "Well, I am sort of a freak when it comes to endowment." Why this caught me off guard, I don't know. I had heard my girlfriends talking about guys and their cocks before. I had a few friends who loved well hung men, so I knew he wasn't lying about that. Another thing that caught me off-guard was how my body was reacting to this conversation. My little hairless pussy was easily excitable as I found out on my ride up. Now I was sitting there, on my way to drunk, talking to this totally hunky guy about his freakish penis. I was definitely getting moist. I decided to be a little playful and keep the topic going. "So, who cares? It's just a penis." "Really? How many penises have you seen, Melissa?" Uh, oh. I had only seen one. Should I be honest? I decided to be combative. "I'm not telling you that! Besides, size doesn't matter." "I wish. If it didn't, I wouldn't have so many women stalking me." "Maybe they just want to try it. How do you know they would all love it?" "Melissa, I'm talking about the girls I sleep with. One time with me and they are hooked. I have to be very careful about who I sleep with. I've had to get several restraining orders because of ex-girlfriends who would not stop stalking me. One woman even followed my girlfriend around campus taunting her--trying to get her to leave me." "So you are that good in bed?" "Look, I don't know if it's my cock or what. Maybe it's something else. All I really know is that once I sleep with a woman, really bad things follow." "I thought they all love it, Stud?" I was mocking him a little, but he was taking it well. Truthfully though, the whole story seemed a little far fetched to me. I'd never had a friend who fell under a guy's spell as Jim was describing. Not one. It didn't add up to me. "Very cute. It's true though. Not that it has anything to do with my current problem. No way I am finding a girl this late up here in the middle of nowhere." Out of curiosity, I asked him what the girl was supposed to do for them. Jim said that she was going to do a full striptease with lap dances and then she was going to give the groom a blowjob in front of everybody. For this, she was to receive one thousand dollars. "Well, that rules me out" I said. I was laughing as I said it, but I just couldn't get that number out of my head. "A thousand dollars..." Jim was so desperate that he took my rejection somewhat seriously–as if it was a starting point in negotiations. Melissa's Conversion "Oh, you wouldn't have to give him the blowjob. You could just strip." "Whoa, Tiger. I was just joking. I could never be a sex object for a room full of men. I wish I could help. Really, I do, but I'm not your girl. I also don't dance at all and I am not hot enough to be a stripper." "Oh, I am so sorry. I got carried away. I'm just so incredibly freaking desperate. And, for what it's worth, you are hotter than any stripper I've ever seen." That comment really had a really positive effect on me. I felt a tingle in my freshly shaved nether regions when he said it. Still, I wasn't going for it. "Well, thanks, but I could never get naked in front of a group of men." "But you do need the money, don't you?" "Yes, quite desperately, but I just can't. I just can't." I must have lilted a bit when I repeated myself. He obviously perceived a possibility despite my words to the contrary. "Melissa, look, as I said, I am so incredibly desperate. Nothing bad will happen to you. None of these guys goes to your school. I will be there to make sure you are completely safe. What if you just did a lap dance routine but kept your underwear on?" "Topless? No way. I'm sorry Jim, but I'm embarrassed just talking about this." "What if you keep the bra on too? You could be a like a go-go girl." Now he was starting to make me think about it. My underwear offered as much protection as a bikini would. Not that I ever wore a bikini in public. Then Jim told me that, even if I skipped the blowjob and the full striptease, I would make six hundred bucks for an hour of work. No sex at all and I could keep my underwear and bra on? Now I was seriously giving thought to the idea. There's no doubt that the alcohol was a big factor in my thinking or lack thereof. In my mind, I was practically daring myself to do it. As mad as I was at Mike, there was a part of me that blamed myself. Maybe if I wasn't so repressed, I would not have lost my boyfriend. I was almost ready to say yes. I wasn't quite there, but I was seriously thinking about doing it. I was envisioning the event in my mind and I was almost ashamed to admit that it was turning me on even more. My little pussy was now soaked. "How many guys will be there?" I asked. "Probably about ten or twelve guys" he said. Six hundred would get me to the end of November money-wise. That would buy me significant time to figure out a way forward. Jim was watching me–judging my body language and facial expressions. God, I just met this guy I thought to myself. My shaven genitals were marinating as I talked about being a sex object with a stranger. "I promise you, you will get paid. Nothing bad will happen. I will be there protecting you." I finished my drink and stood up. Whoa. I was wobbly. I did my best to right myself. I looked Jim right in the eye, smiled and said "let's go ... before I change my mind." I left a twenty on the bar for the nice man who'd been picking up my drinks. Once we were outside I told Jim that I had to get my car home and get into my clothing which was still packed. I needed better underwear. I was way too buzzed to drive, so he agreed to drive me up the hill in my car. He said that he'd walk the quarter mile back for his car. It was downhill, so it was a very easy walk. I was now late afternoon ... five hours until my show was supposed to begin. Jim drove me home and I told him that I was feeling very nervous. I didn't tell him how soaked my little pussy was. My wetness was shocking the heck out of me to be honest. I'd never had a reaction like that in my life. Getting all soaking wet without even being touched? This did nothing to assure me that I could handle myself in a room full of horny guys. Jim sensed that my apprehension was a potential problem. He asked if I was sure that I could do it and I admitted to having doubts. I knew that, once I was sober, I would find a reason to chicken out and I explained this to him. Jim thought silently. Then he suggested that I strip for him when we got to my place just to give me some practice and to build up my nerve. He reasoned that he was going to see me soon enough anyway. He had a point. I agreed to try. God, I was about to get almost naked in front of this supposedly well-hung stranger. My panties were completely soaked at that point. My secret would be out very soon. We pulled into the driveway and Mike's car was gone. The key was on the table as instructed and his couch was still in the middle of the room. And now here I was, about to take off most of my clothing for another man. There was no stereo anymore. That was Mike's. I immediately thought about the six hundred dollars I was hoping to make that night and tried to convince myself to let go and just do it. I was counting on the music to calm me down and to give me something to work with. My nerves, even with several drinks in me, were still a problem. I'd never in all my life done anything remotely like this. Jim saw me freezing up and tried to help. "Melissa, you are totally hot. Your body was made for stripping. Trust me on that. Just stripping down to your undies will be an incredible show for any man. Don't worry. Just strip and show yourself with pride." He had a devilish smile as he said "strip." I took a deep breath and felt my shaved pussy gushing. I resolved myself to go for it. I tried to turn on the sex appeal. "What should I take off first, stud?" I said with my sexiest tone as I batted my little eyes at him. "Lose the shirt, baby" he said. I smiled, but I was really nervous. I slowly undid all of the buttons on my blouse. I opened each side and revealed a single bra-covered breast at a time. Then I took the blouse off my shoulders and let it fall off of me. I kicked my shoes off too. "Now the skirt" he said. I turned and backed up to him, offering my zipper so he could do the honors. He took his time zipping it all the way down so I could step out of it. Now I was standing in front of him in only my bra and my soaked panties. I was fully aroused and getting wetter by the second, which surprised me though I don't know why. My nipples were so hard they almost hurt. I had never had the urge before, but I wanted to grab them myself and pull on them for relief. Jim gave me more orders. "Come sit in my lap, Melissa." I went over to him and climbed into his lap in my undies. He held me in his hands. He was so much bigger than me. He lifted me and placed me down facing away from him between his legs. I was sitting on his hard cock. I could easily feel it through his jeans. He was as turned on as I was. "Grind on me, baby. Grind on my cock and give me a little lap dance." He helped me by holding my hips. I slowly ground my ass and pussy onto the huge bulge in Jim's lap. As mentioned, I was already soaking wet and this was just increasing my arousal as my pussy lips moved all around. I was ready to be taken and I wanted it in a way that I had never wanted sex before. I'm sure that my grinding left no doubt as to me desires. I was doing it involuntarily. It felt incredible. Then Jim gave me more instructions. "Get on your feet, Melissa." I slid forward off his lap and stood. Jim helped me spread my feet a little and then came more instructions. "Good girl. Now bend over as far as you can." I was so hot that I did it without even thinking. "Melissa, you have a very hot little pussy. You are a very naughty girl to show me your wet panties like this. Now spread your feet a little farther apart and grab your ankles. Don't let go, Melissa." I was definitely drunk and more turned on than I ever knew I could be. This was a whole new sexual plane. His assertiveness was turning me on too and in ways I'd never experienced. I spread my feet farther and grabbed my ankles. This opened up my pussy, which was now hot as a furnace. A few seconds later, I felt his fingers going under the waistband of my panties. He slowly worked my undies down over my hips and ass until he could see all of me spread open for him. He stopped with my panties off my ass but still mid-thigh. "Oh my. Look at that little hairless kitty." Then he took a huge deep breath. "Sweet Melissa, your little pussy smells incredible." Then I heard his zipper. A second later, I felt a huge hot cock head being rubbed all around all over my ass and soaked pussy. It felt really, really big. Then he had it zeroed in on my little opening. I was a little panicked now and I wanted to stop him, but no words came out. Then he spoke. "Melissa baby, your little pussy is all wet. She needs my big cock, but be warned. This is going to be a new experience for you. This will be a lot more cock than you are used to and I'm going to make sure you take it all. We both know how much you want it." Oh god, I really did. His voice had a darkness that gave me pause, but I was way too hot to turn back. He leaned into me and tried to force the big head inside. Fail. Despite being wetter than I'd ever been at any time in my life, I gasped and cried out in shock as I felt myself being stretched. He was obviously much much bigger than Mike though I couldn't see it in my position. The big head just couldn't gain entrance. He forced the it all around my pussy again and got it all soaking wet with my flowing juices. Jim got his enormous head centered perfectly at my opening. He pushed again, this time with more force. I was screaming even louder now. The tip was on target and he was forcing me open, but the widest part just wasn't getting through. It was painful and I began to say stop just as I felt Jim grab my hips and push with clear intent. His huge cock forced its way into me and once the massive head fully breached my vagina, he was able to slide a few more inches in right behind it. Whoa. This guy's cock was enormous. I was breathless and began to panic a little. "Oh my God oh my God, It's way too big. I can't take it." "Yes you can." Jim said calmly, as he pushed a few more inches into me without warning. He was now changing me with every push forward and it scared me. "Oh my god! I can't!" I started to straighten up without thinking. My body was screaming at me to stand up and get away. "Yes you can. Stay down. Don't let go of your ankles" he said very calmly as he shoved some more of his incredibly thick cock into me. I was now starting to have trouble breathing. This guy was just so much bigger than my boyfriend that it was shocking to my body. I wanted to go back in time, but I was beaten. Jim had taken me. I held on and stayed down as he worked his monster into my tightness. A few more inches were pushed in and I was about to pass out. My eyes were filled with tears. I was now mewling like an wounded animal. I was weakly saying "oh my God" over and over--clearly defeated. Jim was so fucking thick and already deeper in me than Mike had ever been. I was now really nervous. I had no idea how much cock he had left. I still hadn't seen the monster that was being forced into me. He pushed again and my lights flickered again but I remained conscious. "Let go of your ankles now, Melissa." I released them. I was completely under his spell. "Stand up while I fuck you." I stood up but he stopped me with a hand in the middle of my back. He let me rise about three quarters of the way to standing as he kept pumping me and gaining depth with each stroke. He grabbed my hips with both hands and started to hammer away at me as I screamed 'oh my god" over and over. "That's right, baby. Take my big cock. Relax, Melissa. Take deep breaths, baby. We're more than half way home." This was like nothing I had ever experienced. I had so much cock inside of me. It was a complete mind blow. And, there was more being pushed in. He leaned into me ... forcing more of his massive shaft into my tiny pussy. Jim was gently rocking in and out now. Giving me a new inch but then taking a little away but slowly gaining depth. This really got my pussy going and I could feel myself lubing his huge cock more and more--sending him a clear message. Slowly, the pain began to recede and Jim began to lengthen his strokes. Pleasure started to wash over me in ways I'd never experienced. My knees were weakening--slowly turning to jelly. Then, I began to perceive an amazing feeling deep inside me. It was gaining momentum and I started to get scared again. It was an orgasm ... but I had never had one before. I started to shake as the pleasure began to take over my entire body and mind. Then another mind-blow. Jim used my excitement to stuff more of his horse cock into me with another powerful thrust. My body took it ... and my orgasm exploded from deep inside. It washed all over and throughout me as my entire body stiffened. I shook and screamed and actually saw stars. It went on and on ... and I was changed forever. Once I had calmed down a little, I still had a ton of huge cock in me. Jim was now pumping me deeper and harder than before. I was floating in a place that was so new and so incredible. I sensed that my first orgasm was just the beginning. My body began to respond as it did before. I soon realized that I was going to orgasm all over again. Jim must have sensed it too. He slowed his strokes and then, slowly but firmly, he pushed the rest of his incredible cock into me right up to his balls. I could now feel his stomach pressed up against my ass. Oh ... my ... god. Jim had buried his enormous penis inside me-- knocking the wind from my lungs and making it almost impossible to re-fill them. I could feel the head of his cock touching me so deep inside. My whole body began to shake again. Jesus. I could feel my eyes rolling back in my head as I came and came. It was just incredible. I could feel the smile on my face about to split my head in half. It was the most amazing thing I had ever experienced. I will never forget it. I could feel my little pussy lubricating and squeezing on Jim's amazing cock as I shivered and wailed in ecstasy. He obviously liked this, and he began to saw away at me again. He picked up speed and soon he was fucking the living daylights out of me! This was far more than I could handle, and after a few minutes, I began to orgasm yet again. For a split second, I flashed to sex with Mike and had a quick laugh at his expense, but that thought was quickly pushed aside by the horse cock that was owning my vagina. My whole body was shaking, like I had a fever, and it was breaking. I was having so much pleasure that I was in a state of sheer disbelief. No, really. I vividly recall thinking to myself that I was stuck in some hyper-real dream. Nothing could feel this good in real life. I was in a place that didn't exist. Couldn't possibly exist. I had never heard any of my friends describing anything like this when they told me their sexual tales. Jim had told me the truth at the bar and I hadn't believed him. I'd mocked him and failed to give him the respect he deserved. Now I was just another woman who needed what he had. Jim knew he had me and he began to fuck my pussy with a wonderful rhythm. It was like he was moving his hips in a circle--pulling up as he retracted and creating this lovely feeling inside me over and over again. "You are already hooked on my cock, Melissa." he said with a sensual darkness that made my pussy gush instantaneously. A breathless "yes" was the only response I could muster. "This is your last chance" he said as he thrust into me fully and forcing another moan of ecstasy from my lungs. "You have a decision to make, Melissa" again pushing all the way into me--rocking my previously flat world. When I gave him no verbal response, he brought his open hand down hard on my ass. He spanked me hard enough to knock me out my orgasmic daze. "Do you hear me, Melissa?" "Oh god yes, Jim. Tell me what I need to do." The spank woke me up and I was once again shocked, because I knew right away that I loved being spanked. Just one good swat and I knew. I was so incredibly owned at that moment. I'm not sure that I was capable of saying no to anything. Jim continued. Melissa, I can come deep inside you now ... or I can pull out. If I come in your pussy, I own you. You become mine. If I pull out, then you will never feel my cock again. It's up to you. If I plant my seed, you are mine and I may decide to fuck you again, but if I do ... it will be on my terms. You will do exactly what I say, when I say. Do you understand, slut?" He gave my ass another good hard swat. A shock of pleasure shot through when he called me slut and spanked me. I tried to say "yes," but mostly nonsense came out as orgasm swept over me again. Jim laughed and said "I'll call that a big yes. I'm going to plant my seed now, slut. Are you ready to be owned, Melissa?" "Oh god yes. I want to be owned by you! Plant your seed deep inside me! Own my pussy!" Jim pushed all the way into me again and began to grind up into my depths as far as he could. My eyes rolled back again and I continued to shake and cum really hard. He gave my ass a few more good swats and I could feel his cock grow even bigger. I was screaming that I was his slut as he released huge amounts of hot seed directly into my pussy's rear wall. I could feel each hot spurt deep inside of me as my climax continued. Jim kept pushing himself into me as he came and came--grinding into me until he had drained himself fully. I was experiencing the kind of ecstasy that they talk about in cheap romance novels. I knew it was real, but it felt like a dream. I was still having orgasmic twitches AFTER he withdrew from me. Jim turned me around and instructed me to clean his cock. I dropped to my knees and finally got a good look at his monster. Dear God. I could not believe that the thing in my hands was just fully inside my pussy. I felt an odd surge of pride as I began to lick and suck his immense manhood. I was in heaven as I worshiped him. I licked everywhere and was determined to leave him totally clean. Jim was stroking my hair and patting my head as he told me that I was a good little slut. I was ready to spend the rest of my life getting fucked by Jim. That reality scared me as I knew he had no use for me with so many women chasing him. I was just another slut to him now. The reality was, I didn't care. I was just hoping that he would want to keep fucking me. Jim never went fully soft, and after a few minutes of cleaning him, he was returning to full rigidity. It was beyond impressive. I would have been terrified of it if I hadn't just taken the whole thing inside me. God I wanted it again. Jim knew it. "Get up, Melissa. Your little pussy needs more of my cock." His assertiveness was such a huge turn on. I rose to my feet and did my best to give him a look that said, "do whatever you want to me." I was totally his and I was loving it. Now fully naked, I got a look at him. God, he was perfect. Jim had a tight midsection and a muscular chest that popped out just the right way. His arms were defined and strong. He pulled us together. We kissed passionately and deeply as he reached around me with both hands and lifted me up by my ass cheeks as if I weighed nothing at all. My legs wrapped around him and my ankles rested on the tops of his muscular ass. Jim brought me down slowly onto his massive organ and worked the huge head inside me. His size was still somewhat shocking as he opened me up fully. I was already racing towards a new orgasm as he pulled me down farther and farther--forcing more of his massive cock into my depths. The more of his cock I took, the further from reality I was and the more of my breath was taken away until I could barely breath at all. He felt even bigger in this position, and, again, I was losing my grip on myself and on reality. Melissa's Conversion I sobbed meekly as he slowly brought me down farther and farther ... until I was completely impaled on his monstrous organ. My pussy was already soaked with his seed, so there was a lot less pain this time. It was pure ecstasy. With relative ease, Jim started lifting me up and down. His immense cock worked my insides until I was grunting like an animal in heat. I had never been penetrated or controlled like this. He began to take me with full deep methodical strokes as he held me with a hand on each ass cheek. Up and down, up and down. My head lolled from side to side and my mind floated in a blissful cloud--losing all conception of time. My bliss was broken by the approach of another climax. I started having another huge orgasm. He was 100 percent in control of the action. Jim sped up. He kept pulling me and my little pussy up and down on his huge shaft, making my orgasm explode. I could barely take it and I almost passed out. I was shaking almost out of control. Jim slowed down a bit and got me somewhat calmed down. Smaller jolts of pleasure were coursing through me as he slowly filled me up time after time. I was getting even more emotional now. It came seemingly out of nowhere and I was confused at the time. Looking back, it makes a lot more sense. Tears were streaming down my cheeks as my whole body quivered. Jim was obviously aware of how much pleasure he was giving me. He began to talk to me. "You love it don't you, Melissa? You love taking my big cock don't you?" I wept and sobbed as I spoke. "Oh Jim, I love your big cock! I never knew. (panting and gasping for breath) ... I just never knew ... (more gasps) Oh my God. Oh my God. Ohhhhh" I was working my way through yet another peak and I couldn't think straight. Jim went on. "You are all mine, you little slut. I'm going to fuck you like this any time I want to. Do you understand?" "Oh yes. God yes! I want you to fuck me any time you want." "Are you sure you are ready to satisfy all of my needs, Melissa?" "Oh yes! Make me your slut! I want to make you happy!" "Melissa, who owns your pussy?" I spoke in quivering tones as I came. "Oh God! You do! You do! It's your pussy! It's YOUR pussy!" I was exhausted from having so much pleasure, and I was STILL having more pleasure than I could comprehend. "WHO owns your pussy, Melissa?" he said--as if the question had not yet been answered. He started slamming into me with a lot of force as he kept repeating himself completing each thrust on the word "who." "WHO owns this pussy?" "WHO owns this pussy?" Finally, I understood. "Jim owns my pussy! Jim owns my pussy!" "That's right, Melissa. I OWN your pussy." "Yes! Yes! Oh god yes! Jim owns my pussy! Jim OWNS my pussy!" More contractions and I was almost hyperventilating. Jim walked us over to the big window as he took me over and over again with his entire cock. He walked us right up to the window and showed my debasement to the whole valley. I just rode that big cock for all I was worth screaming over and over what he wanted to hear. Then Jim took his free hand and slid the door open. He walked us out onto the deck and kept pulling me up and down on his massive tool. "Say it louder, slut. Tell the whole valley who owns your pussy." Somewhere, deep in my mind, I knew I was in some trouble. I vividly recall having that thought, but it was buried under a mountain of orgasmic pleasure. I tilted my head back and cried out cathartically. "Jim owns my pussy!" I kept screaming it and he kept knocking the wind out of me as he forced me up and down on his enormous cock. Jim had already cum once so he wasn't going to pop off too soon. He calmly deep-stroked me to orgasm after orgasm and I just cried out his name over and over telling anybody who was listening that Jim owned me and my swollen pussy. His cock was going so deep inside me. I was in total awe of this guy. Then he brought me all the way down and held me there with his manhood fully embedded. I was so full that I could barely breathe. Then Jim started to pull me onto his huge dick as far as he could-grinding up into me as far as he could go. He just kept forcing himself into me that way–deeply stirring my insides. His huge manhood was bumping into the back of my sex and hitting the places that I had only felt in my dreams. I came even harder than before and Jim held me tight as I shook through a series of climaxes–my hips bucking involuntarily against him. He spoke again. "Melissa, you are going to strip naked tonight." I quickly nodded my assent as I mewled submissively into his neck and shoulder and took his cock time after time as I came and came. "That's right. No bra and panties for my little slut. You're going to suck the Groom's cock too and swallow all of his cum like a good slut." I moaned and nodded again as his cock owned me over and over. "That's right, Melissa. You're going to be a good girl tonight. You're going to do everything you are told to do, like a good slut." The word slut sent an orgasmic spike right through the orgasm I was in the middle of. I was vaguely aware of how much it turned me on. I was having so much pleasure that I was practically in agony. I sobbed into his shoulder as I nodded in submission. At that moment, I was prepared to do anything I had to do to keep Jim's big cock in my life. He continued... "Yeah, that's it. That's right. You're going to make the full thousand bucks that we were going to give the hooker. You're gonna be our dirty little slut tonight." Hooker? The word cut into my consciousness. I wasn't going to be a go-go girl anymore. I was going to be a hooker. Still, all I could think about were the orgasms ripping through me. That and the thought of $1,000 cash was pushing the shameful reality of selling my body to the back burner. I nodded again as he kept fucking my entire being into oblivion. To me, this will always be the day I lost my virginity. I had liked sex with Mike and he made my first first time enjoyable, but Jim took me to a totally new dimension and there was simply no going back. My sexual eyes were wide-open now and there was no shutting them. I needed to feel this way as much as possible. I knew it and so did Jim. Not only did I love the feeling of having his enormous cock fucking me, I was floored by my orgasms and the growing need to be owned by this amazing man. How could I have never allowed myself this pleasure before? After I shook through a few more huge orgasms, I calmed down a little. At this point, Jim pulled me up and off of his cock and instructed me to get up on the table on my knees with my ass in the air and my head down. He was very specific and I did what I was told. My pussy was still wet as can be. I was very ready. I was also completely exposed. There were probably fifteen condos with a view of my deck. I prayed that no neighbors were seeing me make a total slut of myself. Jim stepped in behind me and moved the huge cock head around my wetness. Then he pushed himself into me about halfway with one push. It was amazing. With just the half of Jim's penis in me, he was still twice the size of Mike. Jim began to fuck me really hard and fast--pounding his huge cock into me as he held me by my hips. He wasn't giving me the whole shaft as he did before and at this new angle, his cock head was really tickling my insides. I was loving my first time getting fucked doggy-style. Just when I thought it couldn't get any better, I felt his hand spanking my ass again, but this time it wasn't just a swat. He was giving me a good hard spank every couple thrusts and I was in heaven. Jim slowed down and pushed all the way into me as me got his mouth up close to my ear. "You love being spanked don't you, slut" "Oh god yes! Spank me, Jim! I love the way you fuck me!" He laughed as he leaned back, just as he'd been before, and started back up--spanking me even harder now, and taking me deeper as we both rushed for the finish line. After a few minutes, Jim grabbed me by my hips and drove his entire cock into me as he came. I could feel hot jets of his seed hitting my walls deep inside me just like the first time. I came one final time as he held me in position with his cock spurting and spurting into my depths. It was amazing. Once Jim was done, he pulled out of me and told me to clean him again. I spun around and took him in my mouth. Jim held my head as I cleaned him and told me I was a good girl. I loved hearing this--needed to hear this. I now needed Jim's approval more than my next breath of air. I made sure he was totally clean before looking up at him. He was smiling down at me. Jim told me to get myself cleaned up and that he was going to go get his car. He'd then drive me to and from the bachelor party. You do want to hear about the party, right? Chapter Two is coming very soon.