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Minimum Wage

By: MayorReynolds



Melanie was all about business. At least that's what I said to reassure myself. She'd never shown much kindness toward me. Whenever I spoke, her replies were always short and curt. 

"What's up, Melanie?"

"Nothing." 

"Pretty busy day today."

"I guess?"

"Well...later."

Then her nose might wrinkle, or she'd shake her head in annoyance and go back to work. 

No, Melanie wasn't very nice. I couldn't say the same about her in the physical sense, which I would have described as 'cute.' Not 'drop dead fuckable,' but 'cute.' At 21, she had a body that might have customers mistaking her for younger. She was about 5'2 with dimples in her cheeks. Her hair was long, chestnut colored and hung to her shoulders; on duty she either wore it in a pony tail or a bun. Melanie's title was Office Operator which kept her off the floor during my shifts, but The Feedbag's dress code required all females to wear their hair out of the way regardless of where they worked. There was an overall brown tint to her skin that suggested she made frequent visits to the tanning bed. 

The other regulation for females was a white dress shirt, khakis and a name tag. It was similar to what the males had to wear, minus a tie. I reasoned that whatever Melanie hid under her button-up shirt was just large enough to need a bra.

Since I rarely saw her outside of work, I often wondered if she ever laughed or smiled. Whenever my eyes wandered toward the overseeing window as I sorted groceries into plastic bags, my impression was that Melanie was Miss No Fun.

Not that I could blame her. The Feed was not fun, especially to someone who had graduated college and was under the mistaken impression that he'd leap from four years of higher education into a 30k job with benefits. Instead I ended up working part time, $ 6 an hour, up to a maximum of 32 hours a week.

It was double not fun when, three months into my Feed career, the store owner's grandson became a manager. Benny was his name and he was a real asshole. Maybe it was the fact that I hated him so, but he seemed to pick me as his personal stalking and berating victim. He was around the same age as me, a fresh or rising 22, yet the taste of power and authority had so inflated his ego that any age similarity didn't matter in employer/subordinate relations.

I once stepped away for a pee break. The restrooms were in the huge storage area, a dull gray space that housed the freezers and unopened pallets. After finishing I stopped for a quick chat with some friends in the break room. 

"Higgins!" erupted a voice with an unmistakable self-righteousness and drill sergeant sharpness. I turned to Benny, his arms akimbo. 

"You on your lunch break?"

"No."

"No, what?"

"No sir."

"You want me to tell Mr. McKelvey what you're doing back here instead of working?"

"No sir," I answered. 

"That's what I thought. Now get out of here."

Days with Benny were a constant barrage of pop shots and loud words. On another occasion I slipped into the restroom to send a text. Benny walked in on me and threatened to have my job, despite his cigarette pack indicating why he was there. 

An eight hour shift at the Feed felt eternal. The clock was on a strict regimen. The first hour went by quickly, but every hour following crawled at a slug's pace. 

I clocked in at 12 one day. My sentence was scheduled to last until 8. The large store windows displayed a cloudless, sunny parking lot. I wasn't much of an outside person, but basking in that comfortable warmness would have definitely been a better option. 

It was the first of the month, incredibly busy. The scanners sang like a chorus of birds, and lines of customers with stuffed buggies snaked as far as the Express Checkout counter. I knew I'd be shoving groceries into bags nonstop, and I cringed when I saw Benny in the office, making some remark I couldn't hear. Melanie rolled her eyes and shook her head.

In addition to bagging the groceries, my duties also included carrying orders to cars. It was a service upon which the Feed prided itself, and I occasionally got a dollar or two in tips. If I was lucky I might have twenty bucks in my pocket by day's end.  

"Higgins," Benny said disapprovingly. 

"Yes sir?" I replied as I placed two cereal boxes in the carryout cart.

"Straighten up your tie," he remarked. "We're professionals here."

I wanted to blurt out "oh are we?" but kept my thoughts to myself, as always. 

Three carry outs later, Benny was back. "Higgins."

That was my only name here. The Feed had stripped me of both my identity and dignity. 

"Yes sir?"

"There was an old lady who complained that you didn't bag her ice cream the right way. It was gonna be all melted when she got home. Step over to that empty register when you're done here and I'll show you how to do it right."

"I know how to do it right," I responded.

Benny gritted his teeth."Step over, to that empty register, over there, when you are done here, and I will show you, how to do it right. Don't argue with me."

I wanted to grab him by his brown Frodo curls and slam his face through the conveyer belt. But I kept my cool, and I complied with the humiliating order. 

Melanie had ignored the debacle, just as she ignored everything else unless it captured her attention. I envied her. She stayed as busy as the rest of us, but her job kept her out of the hellfire. 

Later, Benny smelled blood when I bagged another ice cream order. He ran over and brought Mr. McKelvey with him. 

"Watch the way he does it," Benny insisted. 

My ice cream bagging became a show for the boss, the real boss. McKelvey was the Store Operator, a no-nonsense figure. Unlike Benny and Melanie, he was capable of showing a lighter side. 

"Now that's some good bagging," he remarked. "That's the best bagging I've seen in a long time. Good job, son."

I grinned an unassuming smile. "Thank you."

I glanced at Benny's disappointed face. Score one for me. 

During my break, I used some of my tip money to buy refrigerated hot dogs and heated them in the break room. The only other person there was Frank, a fellow bagger with whom I'd become friends with over the last three months.

"I heard Benny was giving you a hard time today," he said. 

"You heard right," I responded before taking a bite of lukewarm chili dog. 

"You shoulda seen him last night at Good Times. Me and some friends were out there. Damn."

"Oh yeah?" 

"Yeah." Frank chuckled and pushed his glasses back up his nose. "Drunk off his ass."

"No shit, seriously?"

"Seriously. We thought he was gonna get thrown out."

I shook my head and smiled. "I wish I could have videoed that."

At 4:30, the crowds hadn't let up. 

"Higgins, I need you to do me a favor," Mr. McKelvey asked. 

"Yes sir?"

"The ice bins are getting low. Could you go in the freezer and fetch some bags to dump in there?" 

"Sure."

The bags were heavy and cold to the touch. I did as told, dumping the ice into the containers. Unfortunately, one wayward piece was poking out of the thin plastic and did a scalpel stab into my skin. Blood trickled down my hand and arm, but I finished dumping the ice before visiting the office. Melanie sat in her seat, emotionless, endorsing a check. 

"Melanie?" 

"Hmm?" 

I was standing on the top of a two-step climb and peering over a short, closed door. "Can I get a band-aid?" 

"Oh wow," she said. "Come on up."

I stepped into the office, and then stood there feeling like an intruder while Melanie rummaged through a drawer. 

"Wipe it with some paper towels," she instructed. I did.

"Hold out your hand."

My hand trembled as Melanie criss-crossed two band-aids over the wound. 

"Blood doesn't bother you?" I asked. 

"I'm studying to be a nurse," Melanie replied, returning to her usual work. "Blood can't bother me." 

"Really? I had no idea."

Melanie scoffed. "Yeah. You think I wanna work here forever?"

"I guess not," I smiled. 

Silence. 

"Okay, you can go back to work now!" Melanie snapped, shooing me out of her bubble. It occurred to me that this was the longest conversation I'd ever had with her. It was progress. 

5:00 came. 5:30. 6:00. The sun dwindled as it fell in the west. Darkness settled in. Word traveled that the other baggers and I had a Saturday morning meeting, which was disappointing news; Saturday was always my day off before the Sunday grind. 

Melanie sat on her perch, her one emotion never wavering.

****

The meeting was set for 8:00 AM and I arrived a few minutes early, dressed in a t-shirt and jeans. 

It didn't last long, fortunately. Aside from McKelvey and the other managers, the gathering included only the baggers. McKelvey demonstrated how to properly bag groceries, and then reminded us not to mix cleaning supplies with food. He ended the meeting by saying, "remember, the customers are the most important people here. Without customers, we wouldn't have a business. Make sure you're kind and courteous at all times. Meeting adjourned." 

The group broke apart. I headed out of the back room and away from the store at a quick pace, not wanting to waste any more of my Saturday. The sooner I was back in my room at my parents' house, the better. 

I was in too much of a hurry because half a mile from the parking lot I realized my cellphone was missing. 

Shit! I must have left it in the break room!

At least I hoped. If it fell too hard out of my pocket or some dishonest fellow discovered it, the phone would be gone forever. I made a U-turn. 

When I bumped up the small entrance ramp that connected the street to the parking lot, something caught my attention. Melanie's bumper was in front of me. I wasn't familiar with her work schedule; since she worked every day that I did, seeing her car wasn't a big deal. 

The strange part was that instead of stopping behind the blue line like all employees were required, she kept going. Her Eclipse went around the side of the building. Why would Melanie park by the loading area? The delivery trucks would have long since made their stops but no one was ever permitted to drive back there. 

It wasn't my business. I just wanted my phone back. Melanie wasn't in the office. No matter. I was relieved to find my phone where I'd left it. Then I had to pee just the right moment. Perhaps, in retrospect, it was the wrong one.

After finishing up, I found the the storeroom's silence to be eerie. The towering palettes reminded me of an abandoned city. Several flattened boxes lay in front of the baler. A pallet jack was parked and empty. An overhead florescent lighter flickered, the tubes long into their twilight years. The break room was barren save for trash and ketchup packets littering the table. 

I noticed a door built into the far wall. A stack of wrapped paper towels was tilted to the side, allowing narrow access. I shrugged it off as a restricted area I wasn't allowed to plunder. 

Then I heard a faint groan, followed by a sharper grunt. The noises drew me in that direction. A voice from behind kept me moving. It sounded like "oh, fuck."

Another moan. Female? My pace quickened. My worn out work shoes squeaked on the concrete floor. I squeezed through the narrow space between the stack and the door, and without thinking, gripped the handle. It gave when I twisted it. I pushed the door outward a crack. 

Melanie's t-shirt and bra were pushed up past her breasts, which were humble but appeared slightly larger by her being on all fours. Small pink nipples barely rose from them. Her hair was an undone, tangled mess. Her face was flushed red. The rest of her clothing had been haphazardly discarded; her jeans were several feet from a pair of panties.

She moaned with every inward thrust Frank made. His khakis and boxers were around his ankles, his glasses set aside. He steadied himself by keeping both hands on Melanie's pale, bare ass. She might have made more noise if it weren't for the hard cock working in and out of her mouth, attached to none other than Benny.

Aside from pushing outward to heighten her stimulation, Melanie acted more like a stationary object than an active participant. Rather than sucking, kissing and licking Benny like the blowjobs I'd watched in porn, she was just letting Benny fuck her open mouth. 

To her right was Mr. McKelvey, his work pants also down. Melanie squeezed his middle-aged prick in her hand. When she stopped jerking to hock spit for lube, I saw that McKelvey had the virility and hardness of someone much younger. 

Frank's pace quickened. "Oh, oh shit. Gonna, gonna cum, Melanie."

Melanie plopped Benny's cock out of her mouth long enough to say, "do it in me."

Frank gripped her hips tighter, buried himself inside her to the hilt, threw his head back and let loose with a guttural moan. He stayed in place before reluctantly withdrawing. His softening cock slapped an ass cheek, leaving a glob of cum. 

I didn't want to know Frank this way, or McKelvey and especially Benny, but my eyes were nevertheless fixated on the show. 

Benny grunted "my turn."

Melanie shook her head. "Mm-mm." She removed his prick. "You were shitty to me yesterday. Mr. McKelvey goes next."

A grinning McKelvey positioned himself behind Melanie and guided in his cock. "Y'see, Ben? That's what a little courtesy gets you."

Melanie whipped around. "Um, Mister McKelvey, that's my asshole?"

"Oop! Sorry. Heh."

I was now baffled on more than one level. Melanie's protest was stern, assertive, and laden with attitude. McKelvey was not a man to be talked backed to under any circumstances, yet he was laughing along with everyone else, including Melanie. 

It was the first time I'd ever seen her smile. I never imagined witnessing it while a prick fucked her mouth. McKelvey plunged into the correct hole. Melanie matched his rhythm. Frank hurried to Melanie's left side. She grasped his limp member, using the mess of her juices and his cum to jerk him back to full-mast. 

The furthest I'd ever gotten was cunnilingus during college, and I recognized the intoxicating scent that lingered. It filled my nostrils and swelled my own prick. Melanie's stifled moans got louder and louder as she was fucked hard from both ends. She squeezed her eyes shut as an orgasm overtook her. 

"That's right," McKelvey beckoned, "cum all over that cock."

My own erection pushed at my jeans. I was tempted to join in, but reason held me back. If this was a private affair then I'd be in serious trouble. Beyond that, I wasn't sure I was ready to fuck a girl in front of men I worked for and alongside. 

"Oh, oh no," Frank uttered. Melanie didn't stop her furious stroking even as jets of jizz struck her upper back. The same hand that had applied my band-aids was now covered in pearly streaks. 

"Melanie, Melanie I'm gonna, gonna do it," Benny said hoarsely. 

"Mmmngh," was Melanie's response. 

"So, goddamned, tight," Mister McKelvey groaned. "So, goddamned..."

Benny and McKelvey cried out in unison. Benny's mind drifted to another plane. McKelvey looked like he was having cardiac arrest. They both brought their fucking to a gradual stop and then Melanie gulped Benny's load. She made a smaller noise; cum escaped her lips and dribbled down her chin. 

McKelvey pulled out. Seminal fluids flowed from Melanie's gaping hole, running out of a vessel too full to maintain the loads blown into it. She was an artist's rendering of fucked, with cum spattering her face, back and thighs. Benny rubbed his dribbling prick against her cheeks, making a bigger mess. Her innocent look was still visible beneath her sloppy mask. 

Then she turned...in my direction. My heart jumped. There was no mistake: she was staring directly at me as she lapped cum. Her eyes narrowed, and though I was a lifelong virgin I knew what that look meant, as if she were communicating via telepathy: 

Bet you wish it was you.

My breaking point reached, I made a quick exit. I was rock hard, flushed, sweating, and out of breath. Then I was in my car, peeling away, with the air conditioner cranked to full and the radio at a dangerous volume. 

I was still breathless when I arrived home. I dashed through the front door and had no response to my mom's "how was the meeting?" beyond "fine." I rushed to my bedroom and shut the door behind me.

I'd planned on a peaceful Saturday. Instead I spent the rest of it reflecting on what I couldn't have just seen. 

****

Sunday arrived too fast. The shift was from 9 AM to 1 PM. I weighed my options. As a part-time employee I had no paid sick leave or vacation time. Calling in would mean losing a good deal of what little money I earned, and sooner or later I'd have to return and face all the people I'd caught.

Work would be awkward, but I had no choice. I just prayed that Melanie, Benny, Frank and McKelvey wouldn't be there today. It would help me break everything down in my mind. 

That was denied me when I walked in. A police officer was in the office with McKelvey, Melanie and Benny. When I asked Frank what was happening, he told me the security camera had caught someone stealing. 

I worked by Frank all day—the same Frank I'd seen blowing loads in and all over Melanie. I spent most of my shift being quiet. I didn't speak unless spoken to and did my job carefully, lest I alert Benny, the one man I'd been especially averse to seeing naked. I didn't want him anywhere near me. It was still the first of the month, and business remained hectic. I coped by focusing on my work.

"Working hard today, Higgins."

McKelvey's voice made me jump. I continued bagging, trying to avoid eye contact.

"Yes sir."

I looked up at the office. Melanie's expression was the same as always. I tried to avoid staring, but my eyes kept wandering. 

There was a huge difference between a seeing porn model on a DVD or in a magazine and witnessing the most intimate, private details of a person I knew. Confused and baffled as I was, remembering what was under Melanie's work clothes was turning me on. 

Melanie met my gaze and threw up her hands in a "what!?" gesture. Suddenly I was at the office door. Melanie made her 'I hope this annoying person goes away soon' face. 

"Hey, Melanie."

"Hey?"

"I just, I just wanted to say..."

Whatever Melanie was working on was more important than me. But what did I want to say? That I'd spied on her? That I was confused, embarrassed, bewildered, and incredibly aroused?

"What is it?" Melanie asked, breaking me out of my stupor. 

"I, I just wanted to say, um, thanks."

"Thanks for what? I'm kinda busy?"

"For the bandage the other day. That was, really, nice of you."

"Mmhm."

I sighed. After what I'd peeked in on she was acting so casual, so...Melanie. Maybe it had been a dream. 

"Higgins!" Benny barked. "You got some work to do? Go be lazy on your own time."

"Yeah."

"Yeah? Yeah, what?"

"Yes, sir," I conceded. 

"That's what I thought," he said.

Standing next to Benny meant remembering what his genitals looked like, and that was motivation enough to move on. I hated him so much that if I were forced to look, I'd take McKelvey or Frank over him any day. 

I peeked over my shoulder as I walked back toward the registers. Benny had his arms crossed and was angrily shaking his head.

I bagged more groceries, trying to pretend I wasn't watching. Melanie grinned and whispered something in Benny's ear. His eyes widened, his jaw fell and he shot me an incredulous glance. Melanie giggled before returning to her Default Mode. 

What did she tell him? Did he know? Did that mean it happened? 

At least the store was busy. There were enough shopping carts, customers and carry outs to keep me from repeating the guessing cycle. Whenever a customer delayed me with checks or food stamps, I distracted myself by studying their penmanship. 


Minimum Wage



At 11:00 I got a 15 minute break on account if it being a half day. I was relieved and unrelieved to be alone in the break room. Being alone meant entertaining my thoughts. My solace was knowing my shift was coming to a close. 

Only it wasn't. An hour before I was scheduled to be released I learned that a bag boy had called in sick, extending my sentence to 3:00. It was a real disappointment because I'd planned to go home and escape.

The registers beeped and the crowds murmured. I wandered through the added hours with fatigue blanketing my mind.

At 2:00 I noticed that Melanie was leaving. She threw her purse over her shoulder and walked out. Something—a voice, an inclination, or a hunch—told me this wasn't the last of Melanie I'd see today. I tried to put the thought out of mind. 

If you peek into that back room again, I will murder the fuck out of you, I warned myself.

3:00 arrived. I waited until the next bagger replaced me. Then I wiped away sweat and clocked out. 

Halfway to the exit, I changed direction. I cut through the candy aisle on tired feet, wandering toward the break room as if in a helpless trance. I cursed myself the whole way. 

I stood just inside the double doors. Across the huge gray storeroom was the entrance I'd found yesterday. What was I doing? Why was I doing it? Had I developed a taste for voyeurism? 

The one assuring answer was that I just wanted to be sure that I'd imagined it all. Another conflicting thought warned me that if I peeked into the room and found it empty, it would prove nothing. With that in mind, would it be better if Melanie wasn't in there or more comforting if she was?

I gulped a lungful of air and proceeded. 

The palette was still pushed against the door. I sneaked past the restroom and break room, certain I was being caught on camera.

A door behind me swung open, putting me on full alert. I hid behind a palette and watched an aproned black man walk past. He was headed in the direction I'd intended. 

I waited until he'd gone through the door before slowly continuing. My heart pounded; sweat ran everywhere; my hand trembled when I reached out for the handle. I cracked the door less than an inch...

...and saw Melanie's little tits jiggle as they sprang free of a bra she tossed aside. Five men were in the room, three black, two white. They were all from the meat department. 

Melanie unsnapped her jeans and worked them down. "Okay, rule for today up front: nobody gets the P."

There were protests of "what!?" and "come on!"

"Nope, all I want's a bellyful," Melanie insisted. There was a tuft of curly brown hair above her slit. 

"Then why'd you strip all the way down?" a man asked.

"Are you gonna argue with me or cooperate!?" Melanie snapped. Gentler, she said to him, "pull it out. I wanna see if what they say's a myth."

"A myth?" the black man exclaimed. He reached in his khakis and pulled out a swelling dark cock half as long as my wrist. "Baby, this isn't a myth."

Melanie sank to her knees. Within seconds five cocks surrounded her. She carefully sucked and lathered the man she'd challenged, working all sides of the swollen monster before taking him in. It was too big for her to fit it all, but she evoked pleasured grunts and groans from him.

She stroked two cocks, one for each soft hand. The remaining men rubbed themselves against her face. She soon switched to another dick, this one with less girth. As the men watched in vocally expressed astonishment, Melanie twisted on the shaft until she was deepthroating the entire goddamned thing. She stayed locked in place; her watering eyes squeezed shut. 

A chant "go, go, go!" started as Melanie kept down the cock. The lucky man contorted his face into an expression almost matching hers. Eventually she was forced to stop and gasp for air. A thread of saliva chained her mouth to the prick. 

Melanie resumed the blowbang, dividing equal time between the five cocks, switching between them at steady intervals. Meanwhile, she worked herself into an increasingly heated frenzy. I sensed a change blanketing her, driving her into ecstasy. 

Melanie squeezed the cocks so tightly they were blue. She was making a sloppy mess with a prick when its owner groaned, "I'm about to cum. Where, where do you want it?"

"In my mouth," Melanie said hastily. 

"Oh, God. Yes. Yes!"

Melanie licked, kissed and stroked the prick.

"Oh, oh shit."

His shaft sank into her throat. His moans and cries increased until he let out a choked, guttural yell. I almost stumbled over at what I saw next: as the man erupted, Melanie licked his balls. The man whimpered and rasped. When he slid from Melanie's mouth, she had him so spent that he staggered backwards and collapsed into a sitting position. 

Awestruck by Melanie's performance, the others froze in place. She scanned them all. 

"That was good," she said, "but I want more." 

Her words broke the spell on them. Soon she was back to work, making out with, stroking, or otherwise inhaling cocks. Another man shuddered and deposited a load in her mouth. This time she held the cum on her tongue a while, showing it to him before gracefully swallowing it. 

Two men were down. Three were left. Melanie spit in her hands and jerked two cocks while sucking the third, who happened to be the man she'd started with. Her eyes peered up at him with an expression of devilish hunger. 

"This is all that's left?" she remarked. "Goddamn, I'm starving over here!"

She ran her tongue up the black hog's underside. 

"You really do have a big dick," Melanie moaned. 

She tilted the shaft and suckled his head. 

"I bet you have a big load for me, too."

Melanie wormed his prick into her mouth.

"I'll bet it's burning up in your balls, just aching to feed me."

"You're nasty, girl," the man uttered with pleasure. 

With no forewarning whatsoever, Melanie took the man's length into her mouth...and then she stared at me. 

Her lustful eyes locked onto mine. With the way she maneuvered her jaw muscles while holding in the beast, there could be no mistake: she was putting on a show for me. She broke eye contact long enough to demand that the huffing and groaning man "give it to me, every, fucking, drop."

The man roared an almost inhuman, animal sound. She looked at me again; her eyes expanded to wide saucers as she swallowed a surprising payload. 

"Mmmm," she moaned, gulping his milk. I counted three swallows. When she released him he was softening but girthy enough that he might as well have been hard. 

"I think I'm half-full now," Melanie said, still watching me. "Hey, are you gonna just si—"

The second man she'd finished rushed back and forced in his recovered cock. 

"Hey, hey!" she yelled, pulling away. "How about you wait your fucking turn!?" 

"You," she addressed me. "Like I was saying before I was so rudely fucking interrupted, are you just gonna sit over there and peek 'till you get caught, or are you gonna join us?"

All the men expressed surprised and confusion. "Huh?" "What?" "Who the..." "The fuck?"

Melanie pointed at the man who'd crossed her. "As for you, sit your ass down. If you try that shit again I'm gonna bite it off, do you understand me!?"

She made a curling gesture at me with her finger. "Come on. Come here."

I had no choice. My mind had departed my body. Even if I'd wanted to, my brain could not compute the notion of saying 'no' to her. I walked into the room in an enchanted, zombie-like state. 

"That's right," she encouraged. 

My head spun when I looked at the young office operator, on her knees, naked and beautiful. Her form rose and fell with keyed-up respiration. 

"Why don't you put your party clothes on?" she suggested. 

I was too awe-struck to comprehend her words. 

"Strip, sweetie," she clarified in a frustrated tone. 

"W-what do you, w-want me to—"

"—watch. But clothes go first."

I nervously surveyed the scene. I'd never stripped in front of other males before. Little here eased my tension. The two men who were still unspent were solid hard, their dicks angled toward the ceiling. The ones Melanie had already sucked off were in the corner, including the man she'd rejected. 

I took a deep breath and starting removing my shirt, tie first. 

"Pants first," Melanie instructed. She was stroking the dicks at a slow pace. 

I fumbled with my belt. 

"Hurry up," she insisted. "These boys will have to call a doctor if you take too long."

Her joke inspired laughter from everyone, with the exception of the scowling reject. 

Something about her gaze and assertiveness was inspiring. Suddenly I know longer cared about being naked; I removed my pants and boxers with the understanding that I was doing it for Melanie. 

I was already hard. My size was nothing in comparison to most of the other dicks, but I felt a sense of reassurance by the way Melanie studied me. Her eyes traveled up and down the new sight before her; I detected a spike in her lust.

"Just watch," Melanie said. 

She tugged on the cocks, a gesture for the men to close in. Her pace was brisker. She'd give a dick three quick sucks before blowing the next. Then she jerked off both of them before repeating the process. At random intervals she'd take in a cock, but for the most part she didn't waver from the pattern. Instinct drifted my hand toward my own member. 

"Hrmmm," Melanie said with a mouthful "No touching over there." 

Pre-cum leaked from my tip. I remembered her "no pussy" rule; despite my desire for her driving me nuts, I'd seen the consequences of crossing lines with her. There were six of us and one of her, yet this cocksucking, cum guzzling nymph controlled the entire room. It was amazing. 

The men groaned. After running through the cycle twice more, Melanie smiled a wicked smirk unbecoming of someone so innocent looking. 

"Gettin' close," one man uttered. 

"Me too," said the other. 

Melanie stuck out her tongue and wanked the cocks over it. Jets of white sprang from two sources. Most landed on her tongue but a few went wayward, splashing her cheeks, one spurt landing above her right eye. Melanie sucked the rest from one dick and then the other.

When the men were done they stepped back. Melanie licked the sides of her mouth and collected the remaining cum with her fingers. She made a display of cleaning her digits. 

"Alright boys, that was lunch," she said. "Thanks for helping feed a poor girl and have a nice day."

The five reassembled their clothes. Melanie mouthed "not you," to me, not that I'd be able to leave anyway. The men filed out of the room. I heard the rejected man grumble "fucking bitch." Melanie shot him the bird. 

"How about make sure that door stays closed!" she called after the group. 

She and I were the only two remaining. Melanie curled her finger again. 

"Should I take off the rest?" I asked, trembling. 

Melanie shushed me. She beckoned me closer until my trickling member was inches from her face. 

"Spying on me," she said. "Honestly. Does that get you off?"

"N-no, I just..."

My words departed when Melanie clamped around my shaft and bobbed. My manhood had never been anywhere except my pants or my own hand. This was an entirely new experience. Her mouth was warm, soft, and well lubricated with saliva. It was a journey as gentle as it was maddeningly pleasurable. 

"You a virgin?" Melanie asked. 

The blowjob felt so good that I couldn't answer. 

"Hmm?"

"Yes," I uttered. 

"Well shit," she lamented as she stroked me. "My tummy's already pretty full and you're already so worked up. You wouldn't last long enough. Too bad."

"Wait, what do you...?"

Once again, my speech was muted. Melanie serviced me with her mouth and tongue, kneading my balls in her palm. She never used teeth and she knew what rhythm I liked. This was a pro. 

Having never been blown by anyone, experienced or otherwise, it wasn't long before I came. Seconds before that final plunge over the edge, she deepthroated me. Her esophagus was a tight, wet cushion. My face tightened. My balls contracted. I exploded. My yell devolved into chokes and low moans. My cock twitched as it spurted. Melanie imprisoned my shaft until my climax subsided.

She withdrew and smiled. "Too much protein. I think I need a nap!"

She stood, throwing me another shock with a look at her naked form at a better distance. As if nothing had happened but a skinny dip, she collected her clothes.

"Alright then. Time to go home," she said.

I had many questions. In-between us dressing and leaving the room, she answered nothing. 

****

Melanie was off Monday. By now I'd hypothesized that a lot of people, if not everyone at the Feed, knew of her after-work activities. The managers did; the meat department did; McKelvey did.

My curiosity had me rattling off dozens of questions that fateful, life-changing Sunday afternoon: "How long has this been going on?" "Who knows?" "How often do you do this?" "What did you mean when you said you won't last long?'" and "'too bad?'" But Melanie had switched personalities, going from the assertive sex kitten to the cold and quiet Melanie. There was something about the way Melanie carried these sides of herself that was in many ways even stranger than watching her suck and fuck whole groups.  

Though I hated slogging through the grind, today I was in a much better mood, far greater than I'd ever been. Yesterday I'd seen someone I knew bare-assed naked before I spilled a hot load into her stomach. My first-ever blowjob put a lightness to my step and a song to my spirit. Nothing could faze me, not even Benny's usual assholishness. 

At one point Mister McKelvey observed me and said "you're in a good mood today, Higgins! What's got you so happy?"

"Just having a good day sir," I answered. 

He grinned. An element of that smile made me wonder if he knew the real reason.

"Keep it up," he encouraged me. "It's good for our customers."

It was dark when my shift was over. I whistled on the way to my car. 

"Hey."

I halted. Melanie was propped against her Eclipse, arms folded, hair down. A t-shirt and short shorts hugged her

"Hey," I managed. 

"Got any plans?" 

"Plans? I, er, um, no. Just, just going home."

Melanie tilted her head in her car's direction. "Wanna go for a ride?"

"Yes."

There was no hesitation on my part. Suddenly I was in the passenger seat and the car was moving. Melanie drove above the speed limit. 

"Where are we going?" I asked. 

"My apartment."

"Oh."

"I thought you wanted to talk."

"Yeah. Yes, I, I do."

"I'll explain it all when we get there."

Melanie fell silent. I took it as a cue to shut up. She answered only when she wanted. Like the group sex, it was all on her terms. 

She parked in front of a brick two story structure with an outside stairwell connecting the ground floor to the above landing. There were rows of doors, each with a small light above them. I followed Melanie up the stairs and awkwardly stood behind her while she unlocked her door. She ushered me inside. The layout reminded me of a motel room rather than a living space. The front door opened into a kitchen area that led to a carpeted den.

I didn't know where we were going or what the plan was, so I followed Melanie's lead. She kicked off her shoes, banishing them to a corner. I trailed behind, hands in pockets. 

"You were probably surprised when you found me," Melanie said. "Figured you would though, sooner or later. That's usually how people find out."

She stopped in front of a closed door and turned to me. "Take your shirt off."

I unbuttoned my shirt. Melanie opened the door and flipped a lamp on, revealing a bedroom the size of a college dorm. A queen-sized bed positioned along the back wall took up most of the space. The dim lighting gave the room an overall ambiance. 

"I do it that way because it feels good, but also to challenge myself." Melanie continued. "Take your pants off."

I discarded my khakis and boxers. "Challenge yourself?" 

Melanie stretched out on the bed. "Yeah. I've always been obsessed with finding out my limits and then beating them. I was that way with everything. Come over here. Lie beside me. I was that way with everything: school, softball, scavenger hunts, video games, SATs, entrance exams. When I started having sex it was the same thing. I wanted to be the best."

We lay sideways on her bed, facing each other. She kissed me, ending her lecture. Our kissing heated up as our lips and tongues entangled. Melanie whipped her top off, revealing her almost flat chest. She sat up on both knees and waddled closer, silently commanding me to remove her shorts. I slid her bottoms down smooth, flawlessly shaved legs. She kicked them onto the floor. 

She threw her arms around my neck, pulling me on top of her. I kissed my way past her neck and shoulder, stopping briefly at her tan line to suck each of her rose colored nipples. The trail continued down her stomach and thigh. I paused to examine the light strip she kept above her pussy, and then circled her cunt with light pecks.

"What are you doing?" she moaned.

"Returning the favor from yesterday."

"Aren't you sweet."

Her breathing increased as I continued covering the outer perimeter of her pussy. "Wow. Wow, you're, you're really good at that. I, I thought you said, said you were a virgin."

"I am," I said between kisses and sucks. "This is far as I got."

"She didn't even suck you off?"

"Nope. Said she thought it'd be gross."

"What a bitch."

"Who are you telling?" 

I arrived at her cleft, which my teasing had distended and moistened. I handed her a throw pillow to prop up her back with and then I parted her legs. I splayed open her lips with a finger. 

I remembered how my college partner tasted. Melanie's flavor was familiar, yet unique in its own way. That girl had indeed forbidden me from doing anything else, but she'd nonetheless taught me well. I ran my tongue in full even strokes against Melanie's open pussy .She writhed and twisted, grabbed her tits, and tweaked her nipples. She moved my hand so she could spread her cunt open for me. I grabbed both legs for support and dove in, attacking nerve bundles and making a mess of her wetness.

"That's, you're, you're so, so fucking good. That bitch, that bitch was lucky. Please, don't, don't stop. Yes!" 

My tongue swept her clit. She bucked her hips, gasped and screamed. The pillow kept her steady, preventing her from spoiling her climax. 

Melanie scooted backwards to the bed's front end, spreading her legs wider, holding open her pussy with one hand, using the other to point at her opening. 

"Here. Do it. This hole here. It goes here. Do it."

With zeal I climbed on top of her again, taking my hard prick in hand, aiming it at her entrance. 

"Do it," she repeated. 

Melanie's front door alerted me. Footsteps were in the kitchen. Keys landed on the counter top. 

"Who's that?" I asked, fearful of a boyfriend or God forbid husband that Melanie hadn't disclosed. 

"That's just Kristi," Melanie replied, unfazed. 

"Kristi? You mean Kristi from work?"

As if answering for her, a familiar voice called out "Mel? Mel, I'm home."

"Melanie, maybe we should stop..."

She shushed me. The voice got closer. 

"Mel? Where the hell..."

Kristi stopped in the doorway. Upon seeing us she uttered a surprised "oh."

Kristi was the Feed's Scan Coordinator. In terms of size she rivaled Melanie in many aspects. The blonde stood at least three inches taller and her tits were rounded shapely breasts in contrast to Melanie's small cup size. She was curvier about the waist, but not fat. In comparison to Melanie a lot of girls would look larger.

She didn't appear embarrassed by what she'd walked in on, though Melanie and I were exposed, no sheets or comforter around us. Kristi was in full view of our naked bodies and my hard cock, which was resting on Melanie's thigh. 




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Kristi smiled. "I see you brought over a friend tonight, and, oh. It's you. Well, that's kind of a surprise. Do tell, Mel."

"He found out," Melanie explained. "Oh yeah, and he's a virgin, Kristi."

Kristi's cheerful mood dampened. "Hold up. You mean you brought home fresh meat and didn't tell me!?"

"I'm telling you now," Melanie smirked. 

The blonde folded her arms. "You were gonna steal his first time from me, you stingy bitch."

Suddenly I was aware of a whole new series of mysteries. 

"Um, scuse me?" Melanie argued. You got it first last time. Now it's my turn." 

"Um, bullshit? I got the tip in before you snatched it out from under me."

"It still counted as a take."

"Hell no, it didn't." 

"D in P. So hell yes, it does."

Kristi's clothes went sailing. "Bitch, move over."

She breasts were tipped with large red nipples. She maintained a thick pubic patch, with only her thighs shaved. Her crotch's light brownish color told me that Kristi was not a natural blonde. 

She joined us. Soft feminine flesh mashed against me on either side. 

"So how do we settle this?" Kristi asked Melanie. "Speed for Keeps?"

Melanie shook her head. "Nah. You should have seen the way he just ate me out, Kristi. I want me some now, not later."

"Beauty Contest?"

"Fuck that."

"He can only be a virgin with one of us, Mel. First one he fucks, she's the taker. D in P, like you said."

"Let's let him decide. It's his cherry to give away," Melanie said. She tousled my hair. "Which one of us do you wanna be your first?"

"First?" I exclaimed. 

"Yeah," Kristi cooed as she stroked my cock. "You got a nice one here, too. I'm impressed."

This had all happened so quickly that I couldn't process it. One minute I was about to fuck Melanie, and the next I was smashed between two hot co-workers and the subject of a heated dispute. 

Melanie pushed Kristi's hand away. "Don't play like that. He would've had me if you hadn't barged in."

"Barged in? I live here," Kristi argued. 

"Time to decide," Melanie told me. 

"Aw, man. Well..."

"Well what?" Kristi implored. Both girls pushed themselves closer, mashing their tits into my back and chest. Before I could stammer out the rest of my sentence, they dry humped me, rubbing their wet pussies against my thighs.

"I, I don't wanna piss anybody off here," I said. "But, but if I have to choose..."

Kristi and Melanie sucked my neck and ears, sending shivers that convulsed through my body.

"...okay, um, if I have to choose, well, Mel—Melanie—was right. I was, about to fuck her, before you got home. So yeah, she, that's, Melanie. I choose Melanie."

The victor smirked. "Ha. Checkmate, bitch."

Kristi shrugged. "His choice."

Melanie returned to her back, spit in her hand and rubbed her pussy. "Come on. Gonna make you a man." 

Kristi changed spots for a better view. Melanie continued masturbating until I was positioned at her entrance. I pushed, sliding past her folds. Her pussy was tight and hesitating at first, despite the large number of cocks that must have penetrated it, but once I passed the initial catch it was easy for me to move. Melanie writhed as I fucked her. Her tight muscles gripped my shaft.

"Faster. Harder," she moaned. 

Instinct made the adjustments. I slid almost all the way out before thrusting back in. The sensation was amazing and I loved how each forward movement made Melanie's breasts jiggle.

"Don't let him cum," Kristi warned her. "I want some too, remember?"

"The, fuck?" Melanie panted along with my thrusts. "He still, owes me from, shit, still owes me, from yesterday."

"Owes you what?"

"Big, fucking, load in my, inside."

Kristi watched us in silence for a few moments, jilling her thick mane. "Change positions," she said. 

"Why?" Melanie asked.

"I wanna see if he's that good at eating pussy. Get on top?"

Melanie broke from me. Although I was soon inside her again, I felt deprived of her pussy before she straddled me. She swiveled and rolled her hips on my shaft. The feeling was equally amazing, but a paradigm shift was also evident: in this position Melanie had absolute control. Before she was merely demanding, but on top she was the true mistress and dictator. I reached up to play with her tits. She threw her head back and hissed as she rode me. 

Gracefully, as if she were stepping into a pair of comfortable boots, Kristi positioned her legs on either side of my head. Now there was a fragrant wet cunt above my head and a second one enveloping me. The result was a wonderful synergy. At this rate, I wasn't going to last long.

Never the best multitasker, I nonetheless made an effort to devote my attention to three tasks: licking Kristi's pussy, kneading Melanie's tits, and meeting her movements with my own. I was also trying desperately to hold back, but it was as if these girls were determined to see me drained in one round. Melanie was bouncing, rolling on and flooding my prick. The most agonizing and white-hot pleasure formed where our bodies connected. 

I tongued Kristi's pussy, though it was difficult to keep a rhythm for all her squirming. She couldn't stay still for more than a second. Her arousal slathered my face with her juices. With every inhalation I smelled excited cunt. 

"Mel," Kristi cried out with a throaty gasp, "he's, he's, fucking amazing." 

Melanie was experiencing her own high. I felt her tighten; with every descent of Melanie's pussy my climactic build got stronger and stronger. 

"Fuck yes. Oh fuck yes!" she moaned. Her body went stiff; her face twisted and froze. 

"I'm cumming!" Kristi screamed. 

My orgasm hit. Melanie rocked in an almost blacked out autopilot as her own climax subsided. My prick pulsated, delivering its load, splashing Melanie's womb with spurts of cum. 

The three of us collapsed in a sweaty, sordid heap. Weakening gasps and moans were the lasts sounds I heard before I drifted off. The next thing I was aware of was being shaken. Fingers snapped in my face.

"Hey. Hey!" 

It was Melanie's voice. My eyes fluttered open to her and Kristi's nude forms. The severe fucking had added crimson shades to Melanie's tanned skin. She was covered in a layer of glistening sweat, and her brown hair was unkempt. I could also see that my oral skills had matted Kristi's pubic hair with sticky juices. 

"You aren't quitting on me yet," Melanie stated. "It's Kristi's turn."

"I'm not quitting," I said tiredly. "I just need a few minutes and I'll be ready."

Kristi was incredulous. "A few minutes? How old are you, boy?"

"Twenty-two," I mumbled. 

"Yeah, bullshit then," Kristi said. "'A few minutes. Psh. I can get you back up in less than two."

"You're welcome to try," I smiled. 

"He doesn't believe me," Kristi said to Melanie. "Can you believe that?"

Melanie chuckled. "Well you can bring him up in less than two but I can do it in less than one. Wonder how that'll work out?"

"You just watch us," Kristi said to me, "and I swear you'll never have to wait again."

They faced each other, held hands and gently kissed. My limp cock twitched. I'd never seen two girls do this live, and my blood stirred with the acknowledgment that the show was sure to get more alluring. 

"Sit up," Melanie instructed. I did. 

Kristi guided Melanie onto her back. She kissed the smaller girl's belly, from her navel to where her landing strip began. In one sweeping motion Kristi parted Melanie's legs and then spread her pussy, reddened and wet, for me to view. She lowered her nose against Melanie's opening. She stuck out her tongue. 

"Squeeze," Kristi said. 

My mouth dropped. I watched, dizzy and speechless, as my cum dribbled from Melanie's hole. Kristi gathered it up on her outstretched tongue.

My cum and Melanie's pussy taste and oh shit, oh shit, my God, my God and Jesus...

Kristi retracted her tongue, storing the deposit. She returned to a sitting position and brought her mouth to Melanie's. Their lips parted; Kristi drooled the load to Melanie, who smacked her lips, tasting it with satisfaction.

Melanie dipped Kristi downward and passed the cum to her. Kristi snowballed it back. They slid their tongues into each others mouths, swapping my as they made out. This went on until they exchanged knowing smiles.

"Rock, paper, scissors," they said in unison. 

"Rock beats paper," Kristi declared. She tilted her head back and swallowed my cum. 

I'd been too memorized to notice that my cock was once more erect. Kristi grabbed and squeezed it. 

"Told you," she bragged. "Not a soft spot anywhere." 

"Always remember that image," Melanie said. 

"Yeah, but right now just remember what you owe me," Kristi said. 

Kristi got on all fours and scooted to the bed's edge. She stuck her rounded ass up in the air, revealing a tiny pink hole nestled above her fuzzy pussy. 

"You want it like that?" I asked.

"This is the only way I do it," Kristi said.

"I'll help," Melanie volunteered.

I knelt. Melanie wrapped her palm around my shaft. But instead of guiding me into Kristi's entrance, her eyes took on the same lusty hunger I'd seen before. 

"I'm still here," Kristi reminded us. 

"It's a bit trickier like that," Melanie said, pulling me toward Kristi's crevice. "But it's easy if you've already found it once. You just gotta poke it...right..."

"Mel!" Kristi protested. "Bitch, I will cut you."

Melanie giggled. "Liar. "You love getting it up the butt."

Kristi shook her and ass and pussy. "Quit fucking around!"

"Alright, alright. Calm down, you slut." 

Melanie directed me into the correct hole. I slid into a sleeve just as tight as Melanie's but with less initial resistance. I hissed at the sheer comfort I felt from my cock being cushioned by such softness. Fucking in this manner was stranger than missionary, with less space to be creative with my movements, but amazing all the same.

Only a minute or so went by before Kristi started yelling. Her voice echoed with every push. Melanie rubbed Kristi's back in admiration. 

"Yeah, she's a screamer. I'm surprised the neighbors haven't complained. How's it feel to get fucked like an animal, Kristi?" 

Kristi's reply was a moan louder than fireworks. 

"Must've been real hard today," Melanie taunted, "working at the Feed, wishing it would be over, wanting dick as badly as always you do, wanting it so bad that there was an itch all the way up your cunt you couldn't scratch even if you tried taking care of it. Then you get home and there's a nice juicy cock already waiting for you."

Kristi writhed, getting worked up from Melanie's dirty talk. 

"He's gonna shoot a big load inside you, Kristi. Big hot load. But not enough, right? That pussy's a fucking pig. It can't get enough cum. It has an even bigger stomach than mine."

Kristi screamed and convulsed in a sudden orgasm. It inspired me to push against Kristi, driving in deeper. Kristi came again. Her cunt spasemed, threatening to make me blow it a second time. 

The girl at my shaft's hilt gasped for air as if she'd almost drowned. I kept pounding, a machine drenched in sweat. Kristi's constant moans and cums served as good motivation, but it was the mixture of the girls' scents that had me in a dizzying trance. Their fragrances were an airborne drug. I'd had a few rounds of potent pot in college; it was nothing compared to this. 

"It doesn't take much to make her cum," Melanie commented. "But if you really wanna see something..."

Melanie bent down. Her tongue stopped right above where my shaft moved faster. She flicked across Kristi's pucker, causing her whole body responded. Melanie grinned evilly. She came a few more light licks. Her mouth planted over Kristi's asshole, and Kristi came. And came. And came again. 

My climax didn't announce its arrival. It sucker-punched me with an explosion that originated from nowhere. Melanie was still making out with Kristi's ass while my cock pulsed. I started to pull out, but Melanie stopped me. 

"Don't be an Indian giver. Let the girl eat."

So I did, letting the pulses and spurts continue until my prick had withered to useless dough. I slid from Kristi's entrance. I was so tired now that I wondered if this would turn into a sleepover. 

"My turn," Melanie said. 

She spread her roommate open, commanded Kristi to "squeeze," and used her tongue as a collecting platform for my cum. 

Melanie turned, stared me down, showed me the load, and then gulped it after throwing her head back. It was so alluring that my cock swelled for another round. 

"You know Mel, now that he's in on everything you should tell him about your Big Challenge," Kristi said. 

"Big Challenge?" I asked, tilting my head in confusion.

"When is it again?" Kristi wanted to know. 

"Wednesday," Melanie said. 

"Really? Wednesday? As in this coming Wednesday?"

"Yeah. Should let me rest my coochie. Pisses me off that I can't do much in the meantime, but it'll let me get worked up."

Completely lost and missing vital information, I had to ask, "hold on. What are you talking about?"

Instead of giving me a direct answer, Melanie inquired, "are you working Wednesday?"

"No?" I replied, still confused. 

"Okay then, listen," she began, casual as ever. "On Wednesday afternoon, 3:00, the power's gonna go out. We 'won't know' how to turn it back on, right? The customers will be sent home and the doors will be locked. If you want to be around for the Big Challenge, be at the Feed before all that happens."

"But what's the Big Challenge? I don't get it."

"You'll find out if you're there," Melanie said. 

She checked her phone. "Oh, wow. It's getting late. You work Mondays, right?"

I glanced at my cock, which had transcended 'semi-hard' and was well on its way back to full power. 

"I can go for more," I grinned. 

Melanie got up and fumbled through her nightstand. "Nah, you're tired. You need to go home and rest."

"But..."

My protests were met with silence. 

"Melanie, why are you always so mean?" Kristi chastised. Her roommate shrugged in response. 

"Cold bitch," Kristi said. "I'll be nice enough to drive the boy back to his car."

"Do that," Melanie said dismissively. 

The three of us dressed all at once. Then Kristi beckoned me to follow. As we exited the apartment, she said, "Don't mind her. There's gonna be more."

"Huh?"

Kristi gave me a light peck on the lips. "When we get back to the parking lot, I'm gonna suck out the rest of your backup."

****

Melanie may have kept all her affairs on a strict need-to-know basis, but Kristi was much more forthcoming. During the ride back she told me everything. Even after all I'd seen and learned over the last week I couldn't believe what was going to happen, and moreover, that I planned to be a part of it. I'd gone from getting my first blowjob to losing my virginity—and now there was this.

At 2:59 PM on Wednesday, I was standing in the ice cream aisle when the entire store went dark and the emergency lights kicked on. Everyone who was in on the plan took precautions to make the power failure look like a mysterious occurrence they were hapless to fix. They waited a while, making it appear that they were trying to find the problem, before they started the preliminary preparation. 

First McKelvey apologized to the customers, informing them that while he and the others were desperately trying to fix the issues, the registers were offline and the store was now closed. Then he addressed the cashiers themselves. He sent all the female clerks home along with any male cashiers who were underaged. That left only two remaining. 

He did the same with the baggers. All the boys under 18 were asked to leave. Once the purging was complete, the customers were gone and only the legally aged remained. As this covert scheming went on, the power remained active in the storage room. Where eager workers cleared space. 

Then it was time. 

They were already assembled when I entered: myself, McKelvey, Benny and four other managers, a total of seven; the remaining male cashiers, two; the other baggers, four; men from the meat department, seven; men from the produce department, five; men from the pharmacy, three; storage room workers, six; the storage manager and produce manager, one of each. I counted and recounted. Myself included, there were thirty-six in all. They all contributed to a mishmash of conversations until exactly one Melanie appeared, causing total silence. 

She was dressed in her work attire, from her button up shirt and khakis to her pony tailed hair and name tag. She looked like she'd stepped away from the office for an errand. 

"Alright men, listen up," McKelvey announced. "We're gathered here today for a celebration. Melanie here's been a loyal Feedbag employee, but sadly, she's leaving us."

A chorus of "awwwwww" followed. 

"I know, I know," McKelvey smiled. "I'm gonna miss her too. We all will. But Melanie has put in her two week notice and today's her last day. She's leaving, fellas, because she's just received an internship at Hartland University School of Medicine! Let's give her a hand, everybody!"

Wild cheers and clapping arose, followed by a chanting of "speech, speech!" 

Melanie grinned. "Well, I just wanna say it's been fun, I was happy to know all of you, aaand I don't feel like saying anything else cuz I want some dick."

The men cheered again. They cheered louder as Melanie undid her work shirt. One by one the buttons unsnapped until her bra was exposed. Two guests volunteered to slip her shirt from her. They carefully laid it elsewhere. 

Her bra went next. It, too, was placed aside. Her nipples stood at full attention, protruding outward instead of laying mostly flat as they usually did. Her hair fell to her shoulders. She took her pants off, teasingly, taking her time to unbutton and unzip her khakis. A group carried them to safety. 

Her landing strip had been shaved, leaving her pussy bare. She was already aroused from the attention; her folds glistened under the florescent light. The men hooted, hollered and catcalled until McKelvey motioned for them to be quiet. 

"Melanie, as always, this is your show," McKelvey said. "Before we begin the celebration, are there any rules or 'do nots' you'd like to lay down?" 

She thought it over. "My asshole's off limits, for now anyway. I might change my mind later. Nobody pees on me or anything like that. Otherwise..." She shrugged. "...My mouth and my pussy are all yours. Use me, get me dirty. I won't be satisfied unless I leave here sore and sticky."

With that, she fell to her knees. A wall of bodies closed around her. Some took off all their clothes; others dropped their pants or fished out their cocks. Uncircumcised and cut pricks pressed against her face. She helped herself to hard shafts or had them fed to her. Hands fondled her breasts and twisted her nipples.

Frank was already in the fray. So was McKelvey. The only two who hadn't jumped in were Benny and I. We exchanged a look, and for once it wasn't one of disdain or loathing. It was a nonverbal communication that asked "can you believe this shit's happening!?"

"Fuck," Melanie groaned as she slid onto a prick. She put her hands on the man's chest and rode while wanking cocks in either hand. She switched between sucking several men. 

Her face, chest and tits were flushed a dark shade of red. Sweat drenched her body. Her inhalation and exhalation increased until she gasped for breath. Right before my eyes, any last shred of restraint faded from Melanie. What took over her body then was nothing short of a sex maniac in a heated frenzy.

She expertly divided her attention. She rode the cock beneath her, moving and rocking her hips in tune with his movements; she jerked the dicks in her hands. She plopped cocks in and out of her mouth, never spending more than a few seconds on one. One of the men she was wanking uttered a groan; pearly jets landed on her face and tit. She continued jerking the finished cock, letting the rest of the man's cum dribble over her hand. Melanie quickly replaced the soft prick. 




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"You two," she said, indicating Benny and I as she kept riding the cock. "Don't just stand there and watch. Get over here."

We slowly approached her. As we did, she woofed down a dick and the man it belonged to shuddered. She drank his cum in two hearty swallows. 

"Take your clothes off," she instructed us between dicks. "But don't do anything yet. I got, mmm, yeah, fuck me, something special planned for you."

We looked at each other apprehensively. Regardless of how impossible this situation we'd found ourselves in was, Benny and I hated each other. Then again, it was Melanie's day and I think Benny remembered that as well. We hurriedly stripped. 

There was a groan; the cock in Melanie's pussy had reached its limit. Melanie slid all the way down to the man's balls. Another cock exploded in her mouth and she ended up drinking two loads, one for her throat, the other for her pussy. Yet another prick went off in her hand; she yanked it close to her body, adding another streak of jizz. 

Melanie sank two fingers in her cunt and then tasted them. She looked around at the remaining crowd. "Alright, who's next?"

I marched forward, only to be met with a halting hand. "Not you. Not yet. Just wait. Same for you, Benny." 

Another man volunteered. He was black, tall and muscular. Melanie intended to ride him as well, but he had other ideas. He pushed her, not in a rough or mean way, but hard enough that she that landed on her back. He split her legs apart, and with no further warning shoved in his prick. 

The man huffed and growled as he fucked Melanie missionary. The others knelt lower so Melanie could keep sucking and jerking their cocks. One popped and gave her belly another hot meal. Another took matters into his own hands, literally, by finishing over Melanie's stomach, leaving a pool that drifted into her naval. 

Another load went down her throat. She licked her lips, smiled and told the man he must be eating right. Meanwhile the man who was fucking Melanie was on a rampage, with no interest in satisfying her, though she appeared satisfied regardless. Melanie must have liked this dominant streak because she came hard on his cock. I watched her stomach quiver and her legs tremble.

After a dozen or so more frenzied thrusts he blasted inside her, sat there a while, and then promptly got up. Cum leaked from Melanie's hole. 

He was replaced just as quickly. Melanie remained on her back. The man was much more attentive, squeezing and caressing her while plowing her cunt. Before he finished she sucked and jerked five more men to completion. Cum clung to her eyebrows, hair, and thighs. 

Suddenly Melanie sprang into a sitting position, clapping her hands and announcing "contest, everybody contest!" 

To Benny and I she smiled and said, "thanks for waiting. Now one of you is gonna take my mouth while the other gets my coochie. Whoever cums first is the loser. And I promise not to make it easy on either one of you."

She propped herself up on her elbows and knees, her sloppy pussy lips high in the air. "Maybe this will help you resolve your differences."

"I got this," I boasted. 

"I've already won," Benny declared. 

We didn't negotiate who got what. I took Melanie's mouth. Benny nestled himself into her cunt. 

"On my say so," Melanie decreed. "Ready...set...go!"

She wasn't lying about it being a challenge. Melanie demonstrated what I already knew, that there were no cocksuckers who equaled her. She lathered my outer shaft and balls before taking me in her throat. I was sure she was giving Benny a difficult time with her cunt muscles. 

Those who hadn't already spent their first loads started absentmindedly masturbating. Five gathered close to Melanie during the contest, three on one side, two on the other. 

"Careful not to waste it all yet, fellas," Melanie said huskily. "I do like it on me, but, oh shit, Benny, yes, like that, but I want, want, fuck, m-most of it in me."

Most of the either let go of their cocks or at least slowed their speed, but one of them went over the threshold. He decorated Melanie's back, below her tan line. 

I was worried that Benny had predicted the outcome. I'd started the contest already worked up while watching Melanie devolve into this desperate cumslut, and now I felt the familiar build travel its way up my shaft. Benny appeared to be winded but in the lead. The way Melanie used her mouth and tongue, there was a strong possibility that Benny would win. 

She called out "switch," prompting us to change sides. Benny flashed me an evil grin, and for good reason. I would fare no better with Melanie's pussy. 

"Oh, oh shit, shit, hell no," a man cried out. Evidently he hadn't been touching himself, just watching the proceedings, but the visual stimulation was too much. He finished on a patch of floor. 

Was that about to be me? I suppressed my apprehension, deciding instead to focus on giving Melanie a gratifying fuck. This was the first pussy I'd ever had and no matter how much of a mess it had become during this party it still felt like home. I used Melanie's hips for leverage and began a steady thrust, hoping to go as slow as I could to draw it out. It was still risky. Indeed, Melanie was squeezing her muscles to make her pussy tighter.

"Whoa, slow down, Melanie!" Benny protested. Melanie chuckled and did nothing at all to accommodate him. 

An idea hit me. Sure, she could tighten her muscles but I had more control over my odds than Benny, who had to contend with Melanie's oral skills. With her techniques and her knowledge of male anatomy, Melanie effectively had Benny cornered and could draw out his climax whenever she willed it. If I could just hold out long enough, distract myself, I might win this. 

"F-fuuuck, Melanie," Benny shivered. "You are s-s-s-soooo, f-fucking, goood..."

I maintained a careful pace, holding off every twinge that threatened to bring about my defeat by relaxing and letting my mind wander. 

Bedside lamps...Easter bunnies...throwing knives...

Benny's face was a sweating tomato. It was over.

Trophies...green pastures...candy canes...

"Switch!" Melanie exclaimed. 

That fucking devil! We begrudgingly changed sides again, each knowing what it meant for the other. Benny had almost lost and given me the contest. I wondered if Melanie was going to keep doing this. 

Melanie bobbed and chugged at an unfair speed. I'd seen her in action enough and watched more in porn to know that she was doing the finishing move, the final third act of a blowjob reserved for making a cock cum. 

Two more men orgasmed, shooting on Melanie's upper and lower back, respectively. Another pressed his cockhead into Melanie's cheek and came on her face. I saw McKelvey whisper in a man's ear; he ran out of the storage room.

"When he gets back, we're taking bets," McKelvey announced. 

"Melanie," Benny groaned weakly, keeping his pace as slow as I'd had, "you are so, fucking, tight, holy, holy fuck..."

The errand boy returned with a pen and pad. Men started casting their bets and McKelvey jotted them down. I couldn't hear their voices. I was too enraptured by the delicious pleasure coursing throughout my body. It was about to happen. There was no way to stop it. But somewhere within my mind I no longer cared. Having to deal with Benny's gloating was nothing compared to the sweet release I desperately craved. 

"Switch!" 

This constant changing presented another pratfall. Going from a pussy to a mouth and then back also endangered our odds. If we got too comfortable in one hole, we could use boredom and numbness as a tactic. Melanie knew this and intended to close that door. 

I pounded her pussy again. She pushed Benny toward the edge with the same chug and bob finisher that nearly ended me. 

"Switch!"

This was getting insane. My cock was so hard that it hurt. My balls ached, having been deprived of fulfillment one time too many. The crowd was divided between men placing bets or kneading their cocks. 

Back in her mouth now. Light-headed. Sensitivity past its peak. 

"Switch!"

Fucking her cunt from behind, being begged to spurt by her tightness, stopping to edge, going dizzy. 

"Switch!"

Her mouth. Her sweet, warm, lubricated, wonderful mouth. 

"Switch!"

My balls slapped against her ass. Every smack was painful, but the pain was countered by her tightness, softness and wetness. The suction was incredible. Her pussy was pleasure on a cosmic scale. 

"Switch."

I wasn't only going to cum; I was going to pass out. When that conclusion inevitably happened it would take my consciousness with it. Melanie's mouth sucked my prick for all it was worth. 

"I want to change my bet," I heard a man say. 

Benny and I were too caught up in rivalries, in our own struggle to win, that we forgot we weren't the only ones being stimulated. Melanie jumped. She let out a muffled scream that I felt on my cock, resulting in a convulsion. It was happening. 

"Melanie, no," Benny groaned. "Not, not right..."

It was too late. Melanie bucked, screamed and came. Her cunt contracted and imploded, collapsing all of its weight on Benny's cock, crushing him, milking him. In my own approaching orgasm, I saw his eyes roll up and his whole body quake with great magnitude. He gritted his teeth, and then he was firing shot after burning shot into Melanie. 

I climaxed in an explosion that drew all my strength and energy into a center of mass. My head rang with a torrential scream as the orgasm shook all of my being with wonderful, terrible gratification. 

My coherence slowly returned. Melanie was still sucking my cock and I was still spurting. Every pulsation gave her more to swallow. 

I'd won. 

I'd won and I was spent. I closed my eyes, withdrew from Melanie and fell backwards. Arms caught me and guided me to the cold floor.

"Game over," Melanie said. "Benny loses."

Someone grabbed my limp arm and lifted it up. Claps and cheers broke out all over the room. 

"Good job," Melanie whispered close to me. "Now learn to get along better."

"Alright everybody, I've got an announcement!" she said louder. "This party's not over. I'm still hungry and still horny, except now my asshole's open for business. If you already came and think you can get it up enough for me, come on."

The crowd stood transfixed as Melanie climbed aboard a crate, one leg first and then the other. The mounting briefly spread her reddened, swollen cunt lips. A mixture of many contributions leaked from her entrance. She laid across the crate's top, stomach flat, head and rear raised. She looked out at the crowd and smirked. 

"Let's go."

It was the last thing she said for the party's remainder. 

A cock slid into her pussy, and another, with some effort and gentle maneuvering, moved past the corona of her rectum. A third dick plugged her mouth. 

And then three cocks rhythmically fucked all three of her holes, synced in a strange harmony with each other. The initial sensation overwhelmed Melanie and she came instantly. She settled for letting her mouth get used as fuck toy, her pussy as a masturbation sleeve. She wanked cocks, two or sometimes four at a time. 

The cocks came, in her cunt, her ass, her hands, and her mouth. When the men withdrew the next group immediately followed, no break in-between. She cried out and climaxed. 

McKelvey was among the next in line. At this point Melanie's rectum had been well prepared by its invaders. The store operator pushed into her asshole with greater ease. Frank volunteered for her pussy. The produce manager was left with her mouth. 

Benny and I sat on the floor, our backs against the concrete wall. It wouldn't have been surprising if our hair had gone gray after the 'contest.' We watched in silence. Frank outlasted both McKelvey and the produce manager and switched to her ass while two newcomers filled in the rest. Men who'd cum previously had returned to life and were joining in. A haphazard line formed. 

"I'm tired," was I all could say. 

Benny smiled. "I'm not."

"Bullshit."

"You think I'm lying, Higgins?"

"I know you're lying."

"If I walked over there right now," Benny declared, "I could fuck her just as good as before."

"Maybe I could, too. Also, 'just as good?' You think you were that great?"

"Fuck you."

"Bite me." 

Benny jumped to his feet. "Watch me. It's time you learned some respect, boy."

I stood as well, though it took effort. "It's time you got knocked off that high goddamned horse. Oh by the way, my name's not 'Higgins' or 'boy.' It's 'Paul.'"

We half-walked, half-rushed toward Melanie.. 

"Maybe something's made you forgot, but I'm one of your supervisors and superiors...Paul."

"Look around," I said. "Nobody in here is anybody. We're all just 'men.'"

I was half-hard when Melanie's current head receiver finished. I grunted and pushed past her lips, fucking her mouth until I was thick again. Benny rubbed his cockhead against her cunt until he, too, was ready. It took us longer to finish, long enough for three men to cum in Melanie's ass. My second orgasm was so powerful that I actually blacked out for a few minutes. 

After that Benny and I really were through. We could do nothing but bear witness to the rest of the chaos. Men entered, came and withdrew. Melanie sucked, fucked, jerked and swallowed. Her appetite was eternal. Her mind broke with the constant pattern of ass, pussy, mouth and hand fucking that continued for another hour. Her holes poured cum. The air was a fogbank of sounds and scents, a mixture of jizz, pussy, and screams of ecstasy from both Melanie and the primal beings who used her willing body. There were contorted faces and sailing loads. I lost count of how many times Melanie orgasmed. 

The party ended with a collective understanding that Melanie was finished. All thirty-six men had gotten a turn in some way or another, many more than once. They littered the storeroom, some asleep, some almost there. The overall area was a mess. It smelled and looked like a Roman orgy had commenced. Whatever spilled cum wasn't on or in Melanie was in scattered, sticky puddles on the floor or walls. 

Melanie was barely conscious. Her whole body glistened with a blanket of sweat and cum. Her hair was matted with semen. Some of it had leaked into one of her eyes, turning it red. Her stupefied grin told me she'd loved all of it. 

"Alright, party's over," McKelvey declared. "Let's be gentlemen and let her rest. She's certainly earned it."

He then smiled. "It's your last day, Melanie. Any final words?"

Melanie shaped a trembling, cum glazed hand into a thumbs up. 

"Fuck yeah," she said. 

****

As much as I enjoyed participating in Melanie's Big Challenge, the ensuing awkwardness was too much. I put in my two week notice shortly thereafter. I spent a couple of years after that jumping from one menial jump to the next until I got my graduate degree and became a professor. 

As for Melanie, the party was indeed her last day, but not the last time I'd ever see her. I made a habit of visiting her apartment; she and Kristi were more than accommodating, and I spent many nights over there that easily trumped any previous ones. 

Then Melanie started her internship at the School of Medicine. To this day I haven't heard from her. Kristi graduated from Hartland U and still appears in Archton every now and then. The problem is that she's married now, so I figure it's best not to interfere. 

What happened at The Feedbag still leaves me speechless. The memories teeter halfway between reality and a total delusional fantasy, something almost impossible if not for the fact that it came to pass. If I can take anything from that experience it's that one should never take anyone at face value. I learned that from a silent work-oriented girl I thought I knew. She shifted my whole perspective. 

Melanie was all about business. At least that's what I said to reassure myself.