0 comments/ 100793 views/ 6 favorites Melora Ch. 01 By: zaaz Chapter 1: The Surprise Melora thought we were just going out for a quiet evening. She had been complaining that we didn't get out enough. She'd been saying that things were getting a little boring. That's the way things go sometimes. So tonight, I was going to do something special for her. The evening began benignly enough. Dinner and drinks at a nice restaurant out by the airport. I'd told Melora that we were going to the theater after diner. When we left the restaurant, I pulled into a nearby industrial area. Melora was wondering what sort of theater this was. The area didn't look all that promising. It was mostly warehouses and light industrial. I told her it was an experimental theater company that I thought she might like. We pulled up to a nondescript looking warehouse. The only thing that betrayed something might be going on were all the cars in the parking lot. I showed Melora the way up the stairs into a darkened room. An usher with a penlight led us to a seat. When Melora sat down, the lights came on! We were on a small, raised platform in the middle of a large room. Melora was sitting on the edge of a futon covered platform facing a roomful of naked men. Behind her was a scoreboard with pegs set in it. I turned to Melora and said, "I think I forget to tell you, you're the star of this show!" Another man helped me strip Melora as the first group came onto the platform. "The rules are simple," an announcer said form somewhere in the dark recesses of the warehouse. "Everyone can fuck the whore as many times as they want. You can cum in her mouth or on her face. If you're fucking her cunt, wear a condom. After you cum in the rubber, put it on the scoreboard. OK? Here we go!" I'd used my contacts to round up as many hugely hung guys as I could find. I started out by fucking her with the smallest cock she'd see that night. At a thick 7 inches, I'm not all that small, but the rest of these guys are huge. I fucked her hard and came rather quickly, then put the spunk filled rubber in the number one space on the score board. The next guy up had a huge, 13 inch cock that looked like a small baseball bat. As he shoved the huge thing into her pussy, other massively hung guys waited and watched. While Melora was getting pounded, another guy came over and shoved his dick in her mouth. Melora's moans told me she was enjoying her role in this production. When the guy she was sucking came, he pulled out of her mouth and shot his load into a plastic bucket sitting next to the fuck platform. And so things went. Massive cocks pounding Melora's cunt. Massive cocks in her mouth. The condoms multiplied on the scoreboard; 5, 15, 25. When one of the studs pulled out of her mouth, she whimpered, "I want cum! Why can't I have some cum?" But another cock stuffed her mouth. 35, 40, 50, 60 and the cocks kept cumming. You could her hear the squelching of cock in wet cunt all over the room. 65, 70, 80 loads in latex and still the cocks fucked Melora. Number 94 proved to be the last stud to go. "We will now have a short intermission while we prepare for the second act," The anonymous voice said. "Will the crew prepare Melora at this time?" We came to the platform with out gear. "Darling, you've worn out all these studs. The least you can do is help with the refreshments." With that, we turned Melora over and spread her ass cheeks wide. I inserted an enema nozzle in her ass and filled her colon with two quarts of warm water. "This is just to clear out the works, you understand. You wouldn't want these guys drinking floaters." She expelled the water and muck into a bucket which was quickly taken away. And now, for something really special! We easily slid five lemons into Meloras ass. I then took an aluminum softball bat and slid it past her sphincter. At first, I went slow working the bat to find the fruit and test where to get good resistance. Then the fun began. I used the bat to mash the lemons inside Melora. As I squashed the lemons, juice squirted from her ass and there was a sucking sound as the bat quickly pounded her ass. When the first five were mashed, we added some more and pounded those too. When at last we judged she had enough juice in her, brought out a funnel to add sugar water! Then we used the bat to stir up the ass lemonade some more. Then we served drinks out of Melora's ass for all who'd fucked her. At this point, Melora was getting a little thirsty too. It was time to make her a special cocktail. We tired her feet behind her head, and her legs behind her back so that we'd have good access to our favorite mixing bowl; Melora's sweet pussy. I put my fingers into Melora's cunt and pulled tit wide open. Everyone could see deep inside. Then, a large bucket was brought over. We'd emptied all of the 98 condoms into the jizz bucket the blow job dudes used. We added the jizz from the wankers who just watching the show. It's hard to believe there were guys who just wanted to watch and jack off. We had their spunk collected for the cocktail as well. Pulling her cunt open as wide as it will possibly go (which is very wide), we poured all of the cum into her pussy at once! Now, Melora has a large pussy. You can fit two or three hands in there easily. So you know there was a lot of cum when she's filled almost to the lips. Just for fun, We used the bat to mix up the goo and give it a little lemony flavoring. The bat made a slurping noise as it mixed the jizz. Some of it started to spill out, so it was time to serve the drink! Melora knew what to do next. She was already practically standing on her head. All it took was a little push forward for the cum to start pouring out onto her face. Melora opened her mouth wide! She wanted to catch as much of the cum as possible. She contracted her pussy muscles to expel more of the cum. As quickly as it pour out, she gulped it down. When she seemed to be about empty, I put my hand in her cunt to wipe up the dregs. As I wiped the last gobs of cum on her lips, a massive round of applause broke out. Untied now, Melora, reveled in the adoration of the curtain call. It had been a magnificent performance. Melora washed up in one of those industrial emergency showers. The crowd was filing out, but one of the guys stopped and almost ruined next month's surprise. I don't think she heard him tell me stallions would be ready next month! Melora Ch. 02 Chapter 2: Rocked in the Pit Melora pushed her way toward the stage. The room was packed and the music was already pounding. The was a show she wanted to be up close for. The porno rock group Whore Patrol always put on a wild show. The were famous for getting busted more than for their music. The band was basically a ratty metal band who sang about fist fucking, anal gangbangs, golden shower, bestiality and whatever else kinky came to mind. The band had a troupe of performers who toured with them. On a good night, they would be fucking and sucking and fisting on stage. Melora was hoping this would be one of those nights. The band were three songs into their set by the time Melora made it to the stage. It was going to be a good night. The dancing girls were buck naked and one of them was already sucking on the lead singer's cock. She looked out at the roiling mosh pit and wondered why the hell all those guys with banging into each other instead of watching these sluts getting fucked. The song ended and the lead singer pulled his cock out of the dancer's mouth and shoved her away. He stepped out to the lip of the stage and shouted. "Some bitches like the cock, but some bitches get the fist!" He pumped his fist in the air while the band kicked into their fist fucking anthem. The cocksucking girl was now sitting on a makeshift gyno exam table. Melora screamed! The chick was going to get fisted! Melora let her enthusiasm get the better of her. She boosted herself up and clambered onto stage. She was wearing a sexy half top and shorts that showed off her nice ass. She hadn't really thought through what she was trying to do. Take the girls place and get fisted herself? Yeah. That's it. But the bouncers weren't going to have it. They grabbed her before she got five steps and roughly tossed her off the stage, into the heart of the swirling pit. Melora felt herself bouncing on a sea of hands. At first, it was like surfing on people, she was just floating over the top of people's heads. Then she felt hands grabbing her tits and her crotch. A rough hand tore her top off. Then her shoes disappeared. Then hands grabbed and her shorts and tugged them off. She was now floating over the tops of people's heads naked. That didn't last long. She felt herself being pulled down into the mass of sweaty guys. She found herself held upside down with a big cock pressing against her lips. "Suck it, Bitch!" a male voice rasped. The cock was forced into her mouth and she began sucking. She could feel her legs being pulled apart like a wishbone. Fingers were roughly jabbing her cunt and ass. She gagged when the huge cock in her mouth erupted, choking her with cum. Melora was dropped and landed on the hard concert floor with a thud. The floor was covered in a slippery slime of spit, sweat and spilled beer. She started to scramble to her feet, but a boot kicked her between her tits, forcing her back to the floor. Hands grabbed her thighs and yanked them apart. Before she could react, another huge cock was slamming into her pussy. Another cock shoved it's way into her mouth. All she could do was suck. Cocks spewed in her mouth. Cocks spewed in her cunt. Hands grabbed her tits and every now and then a stray foot kicked her or stomped on her somewhere. Melora was at the bottom of a mosh pit being fucked by anyone who could make their way to where she was. The guys were getting impatient. Two cocks jammed their way into her mouth. She did her best to suck them off . They came one after the other, gagging her on cum again. How many was that now? At least two dozen guys had come in her mouth. At least that number had cum in her cunt. Her body was glazed in sweat, beet and cum. And still the music pounded. Still the bodies whirled around her and the cocks kept cumming. Someone flipped Melora over and yelled, "No sloppy seconds for me! I'm taking a fresh hole!" She then felt a huge cock rip her asshole open. The guy slammed his dick into her ass hard and fast. Another cock forced its way into her mouth and more cum flew. She heard someone laughing and felt warm water spray over her back and hair. The latest cock in her mouth cried, "Hey dud, don't get your piss on me!" More cocks in the ass. More cocks in her mouth. More cum. More cum. Some guy was playing along to the music by beating on her ass like her cheeks were bongo drums. Then she felt something big and cylindrical forced up her ass. She was now being anally raped with a beer can! How many guys were fucking her? More cocks in her cunt now that her back door had a beer can in it. Rough hands viciously pinched her nipples and slapped her tits. Cocks spewed cum in her face and mouth. Cocks spewing in her cunt. At least a hundred cocks in each hole. "What a fucking mess. I'm not fucking that cum slut!" a voice shouted. "Look at how much goo in her already!" the voice said. Melora felt the toe of a workboot lightly jabbing her sore and well fucked pussy. "Betch can get that in her!" another voice yell. The boot shoved violently into Melora's pussy. She could feel the rough sole and the islets. The guy's foot was in her as far as it would go. The guy then started kicking at her womb like her was at soccer practice. The can in her ass collapsed when the punk stepped down with his foot in her cunt. "THANK YOU! GOOD NIGHT!!!" boomed from the sound system. The thug pulled his boot out of Melora's cunt and gave her a kick in the head. Melora lay dazed on the flood as the crowd passed her. No one stopped to help or see if she was ok. Some people tripped on her. Others kicked her for being in the way. "What the hell are you doing?" another voice croaked. Melora felt herself being picked up by two men. They carried her out of the main hall and dumped her on a ratty pool table in the lounge area. Melora could see through her swollen and cum crusted eyes that she'd been picked up by two of the club bouncers. "What a mess," one of them said. "Look at that hair," the other said. "Looks like a cum mop!" "Is that a can in her can?" "Yup." The bouncer pulled on the can to try to remove it. The crushed can tore at Melora's ass and she whimpered. The bouncer stopped pulling. "The dumb bitch crushed the can. I'll tear her ass all to hell if I yank it out." "She looks tore to hell already." "Gank my ass open and take it out" Melora mumbles trough swollen lips. "Gank?" Melora made the motion of putting both hands in and pulling apart. "OK," the bouncer said uncertainly. She felt fingers jamming their way into her ass. When the bouncer had worked four in on each side of the can, he pulled Melora's ass open. The other bouncer reached in and extracted the can. "Look at how far that ass opens" One of the bouncers said in amazement. "Shit, I bet you could put your hand in there." Said the other. "Fuck!" she felt a hand slide up her ass. "What an asshole!" "Hey, flip her and lets look at her cunt!" "Ewwww. Looks like there's a gallon of cum in there. Melora felt fingers jam into her saw pussy and yank her pussy open. Cum oozed out like a slow flowing river. "Damn. That cunt is bigger than my apartment." "Hey, Check this out" Melora felt a large, round, cool object splat in the puddle of cum still in her cunt. "Eight ball in the center hole!" the bouncer cackled. "Let's see how many she'll take?" Melora felt another billiard ball land in her cunt. Then another and another. Soon, she had none billiard balls stuffed into her pussy. Melora was moaning with a mixture of pain and pleasure. She'd been beaten, gang fucked, sodomized and now she was being played with like a toy. The strange thing was, she'd enjoyed most of it. She'd cum dozens and dozens of times. She'd been fucked by hundreds of cocks. She'd sucked off who knows how many dicks. She was sore, bruised, and bloodied, but she also felt kind of good. "What the fuck are you two doing?" another voice barked. The bouncers dropped Melora's legs and the tenth billiard ball they'd been trying to shove in her pussy. "Just messing with this bitch," they said. "Did you fuck her up like that?" the theater manager barked. "No Sir! She was out there in the pit pulling a train! We were just…. " "Stuffing her cunt with billiard balls?" the manager croaked. "Do you know what kind of liability this place has?" The manager came over and spoke gently to Melora. "Miss? Were you raped out there?" "No," Melora said weakly. "Are you sure? Do you want us to call the police? Do you need an ambulance?" "No," Melora said raising herself from the pool table. "My clothes are gone. I need something to wear home." "Your not going to sue us?" the manager asked. "No, but I'll suck you off if you want," Melora slurred through swollen lips. The staff of the theater dressed her in clothes from the lost and found. They called a cab, but walked her to a bench near a homeless shelter. They didn't want the cab driver to think they'd messed her up like that. On the ride home, the cabbie asked what the hell had happened to her. "Whore Patrol put on a kick ass show. I'll have to go see them again." Melora Ch. 03 Melora: Chapter 3: Glazed Melora got off work early on December 24th. It’s a bit of a tradition to close early on Christmas Eve. Melora didn’t really have any plans for the evening, but she was glad to be out of work. Since she had some time on her hands and it was a nice evening, Melora decided to walk home. She left the office block where she worked and headed off down Rampart Street. The Central Business District where she worked was clean and antiseptic. She lived in Midtown, a nice older neighborhood not too far away. The walk down Rampart took her through a funky area with strange little shops and the kind of dive bars frequented by college students and street people. Her walk took her through the semi-abandoned Warehouse district. The Warehouse district had some buildings that had been converted to condos, some active warehouses and light industry. A lot of building stood vacant while the owner’s waited to cash in on gentrification. On the edge of the Warehouse district, Melora stopped at J & S Market to get a drink and say hello to Jean who owned the place. Jean was a tall, blond woman with a tough demeanor. She had to be tough to run a store in a rough neighborhood like that. Melora and Jean chatted for awhile while a steady stream of burly warehousemen came in to buy beer and wine for the holiday. Melora liked Jean because she was tough as an old sailor when the rummies gave her grief but sweet as a schoolgirl with friends. Melora admired Jean’s nice ass as she walked over to the cooler to get some milk for old Mrs. Jarvis. Melora hoped she’d look as good when she was in her forties. Jean still looked sexy in jeans and a sweatshirt, even if she did have a funny walk. Melora left J & S with the feeling she was being followed. She often got that feeling around here. The vacant windows in the empty buildings gave the area a spooky air. They felt like big black eyes watching her progress down Rampart. Empty buildings lined both sides of the street now. There were few lights and even fewer people. She was thinking about playing on the internet as she approached the loading dock of the old York warehouse. As she drew abreast of the bays, she heard a crash behind her. She turned to look back up Rampart. Arms materialized out of the shadows immobilizing her. A thick leather glove covered her eyes and a strange smelling rag pressed over her nose and mouth. Another set of arms grabbed her about the chest. She felt herself being lifted into the air as she lost consciousness. Melora’s head jerked back as the ammonia brought her around. The first thing she felt was cold metal pressed against her back and arms. Then she realized she was naked with her arms tied to a metal rod. She was kneeling on cold cement trussed up to a railing like she was going to be crucified! Melora was terrified. She looked around wildly, but couldn’t really see anything. Very strong lights were shinning on her. She could hear voices. There were a lot of voices out in the darkness, but all she could see were shadows. A loud metallic crash sounded and a deep voice rang out, “Let it begin!” Melora saw two huge black men step out of the darkness. They were naked except for masks and they were stroking huge cocks. They stepped in front of Melora stroking those huge cocks, which they held inches from her face. Melora wondered, ‘should I suck them or should I scream?” She didn’t have a choice. A massive jet of spunk hit her cheek. The spray covered the side of her face. Then the other cock let loose with a river of white spunk hitting her on the nose and chin. Reflexively, Melora opened her mouth to catch the jizz. The first studs were gone but three more stepped up; a short white guy with a huge cock, a little Asian guy and a Mexican with a curved penis. She watched them stroking. She was definitely ready to suck. She opened her mouth waiting for someone to jam their cock in, but the guys just stroked. Then cum hit her again. One load landed in her hair, another hit her right eye and burned. The third splattered over her tits. New cocks stepped up. More cum flew. She tried to keep her eyes open, but the guys seemed to be aiming at her eyes. Soon her lashes were glued together by drying semen while new layers piled up on top. It seemed like in no time her face was glazed with cum. Her hair was thoroughly damp with cum slowly soaking and matting it to her head. Cum dripped off her chin and helped coat her tits. Loads hit her boobs and shoulders. Cum splattered her back. Someone went behind her and rubbed a monstrous dick on the souls of her feet until it erupted with a massive flow of sticky semen. She was quickly being encased in a crust of drying cum. The spurting stopped. She could hear something like a squeegee on the floor around her. “Some of you guys need to work on your aim,” someone muttered. A few minutes later, a bucket of gooey cum was poured over her head. In the dark, she could hear movement. It sounded like people were leaving. It sounded like people were coming in. She couldn’t really tell. She tried to open her eyes, but it was hard to see anything through the matted lashes and the glaze of cum that covered her face. Then she heard a voice say, “Second shift ready? OK. Let her have it!” Melora expected to hear the now familiar sound of cocks being stroked furiously, but it was strangely quiet. The she felt something warm and soft against her right leg. Then she felt something large and fleshy pushing at her pussy lips. It was large, like a bowling pin, but it was also warm and fleshy like a cock. She gasped as it forced it’s way past her lips, into her cunt. “GO!” came the cry from the darkness. The sound of beating meat resumed. As the spunk rained down on her, the large fleshy thing pushed deeper into her cunt. It pushed in and out of her like the most massive cock she’d ever felt. Cum rained over her and the thing shoved deeper and deeper. She felt like she was going to tear apart as the thing shoved deep into her. She felt her own juices flowing over thing and providing it more lubrication. She screamed as she came. Her pussy muscles clamped down on the huge thing like they were trying to crush it. Her open mouth was filled with jets of cum. The huge thing kept on ramming her cunt. She could feel the flesh throbbing like a cock, but it never came. It was so damned huge. It felt like she was impaled on a flesh pole. She though the thing was poking her womb. And still the come splattered. Melora’s hair was now a gooey mop. She could feel the layers of cum covering her. How did the jizz get into her armpits? She flexed her ass as the giant thing shoved in again and felt a small river of sperm ooze out of her crack. She came again. Her cunt clamped down on the fleshy log in her cunt. She could feel a river flowing out of her pussy. She didn’t know if she was squirting, peeing or bleeding. She didn’t care. She screamed and screamed and screamed for more. With the last orgasm, she felt dizzy and slumped against the pole. She knew her body was only being held up by cum soaked ropes around her arms and the fleshy pole she was riding. Her pussy was jammed full, but it wasn’t pumping her anymore. Is this what it feels like to be fucked unconscious? She could hear heavy breathing; her own and at least one other persons. The room grew quiet. Then she felt hot water splashing on her face; one stream, then another and yet another. Melora quickly realized the guys were washing her face with hot piss. She didn’t care. It felt good and it was washing the crust off her eyes! Melora’s eyes flickered open as the pee stopped hitting her. The guys were just washing cum off her face, not the rest of her. She looked up and saw the huge black men who started the splatter fest. They were still wearing masks, but now were dressed. She looked down to see what the hell had been fucking her! At first, she didn’t understand. Jean was lying on her back in front of her. She was splattered with almost as much cum as Melora. Her eyes traced down Jeans body and then she saw that one leg was in the air. No, one leg was in the air and firmly planted in her pussy. There was a loud slurping sound as Jean pulled her leg out. She swore there was a pop as it came out. Jean rubbed the stump end of her leg against Melora’s clit. Jean’s left leg tapered to a large, rounded cock-like stump just above where her ankle should have been. Jean gave Melora a cum slicked smile and said, “You like my cock?” The ropes binding Melora were cut and she tumbled on top of Jean. Rough hands sized her and pulled her upright. She and Jean were quickly wrapped up together in the coarse fabric of a tarp. Cum soaked and naked save for the tarp, they were carried out to a delivery truck. They were dumped in the back and the door slammed shut. In the dark, pinned to her friends cum splattered, naked body, all Melora could think to say was, “ummm… about your leg...” “Car accident when I was a kid. I can hardly remember having two feet.” The van skidded to a stop and the door flew open. The bundle containing Melora and Jean was dumped out. They could feel things being thrown on top of them. Melora felt something hard bounce off her head and land in front of her. “Cool,” Jean said. “They didn’t keep my leg.” It took the woman close to an hour to untangle themselves. No one noticed the heaving canvas mass is the dark alley. Then, naked in the cold and dark, they found that their clothes and belongings had been dumped with them. Melora realized this was the alley behind her apartment building. Clutching her clothes and bag to her, she turned to Jean and asked, “Wanna come in for a cup of tea?”