Melissa and I began spending four or five nights a week together, starting each evening with a long run, followed by dinner, culminated by hours of ever increasing debauchery. Melissa's pussy was a medical anomaly. With each orgasm she had, the volume of fluid she ejaculated increased. I would hold her down on the couch and fuck her, squeezing her throat and calling her every degrading name I could think of until I felt her pussy start squeezing my cock. I would pull out, and her pussy would contract so tightly I would have to force myself back inside her. Then , a continuous fountain of hot liquid would begin to spray, a stream lasting ten or twelve seconds and shooting as high as my chest.
Fisting her was an experience in itself, at first her pussy would gape open, but after just a few minutes the muscles would push until my hand was forced back out. I would position myself so my mouth was just under her clit, and then ram my hand back inside her, releasing a flood that filled my mouth and soaked my face and hair. Melissa squirted with such force and volume that it was impossible for me to swallow it all.
We fucked in every room of the house, leaving puddles on the hardwood floors and soaking the mattress until we had to turn it over to find a dry spot to sleep on. It didn't seem possible for a woman to produce that much fluid.
A month after we met, Melissa and I were having dinner at her apartment with her sister Sindy and her boyfriend Steve. Physically, Sindy was much different than her sister. Her hair was light brown while Melissa's was jet black. She stood five or six inches shorter and her skin wasn't quite as pale. Both women had, however, inherited their mother's large chest, which seemed almost out of proportion on Sindy's smaller frame.
Steve, who I had met on several previous occasions, was in his early fifties and had a beer gut and dark circles under his bloodshot eyes. Watching Steve and Sindy together I would always wonder what she was doing with him.
By nine o' clock Steve was slurring his words, staggering when he walked, and doing everything he could to pick a fight. I excused myself to use the bathroom, and when I came out Steve accosted me, screaming that he knew I was fucking his girlfriend while he was at work, and that he was going to kick my "piece of shit ass." Sindy began crying, begging him to calm down, but he just became more agitated. I told him if he really wanted to settle things, we should walk downstairs and go out in the courtyard where there was more room. Steve responded by pushing me to the door, so I walked down the steps and outside, unsure of what I was going to do. I stood outside on the sidewalk, my hands at my sides, and for five minutes listened while this drunken prick rambled on about what a conniving pussy I was.
"Are you almost finished?" I asked him. "Because I really don't want to get locked up tonight because of you, and I don't think it's in your best interest to take a swing at me when your this fucked up."
Steve just stared at me for a minute.
"Go home Steve, take the train home. I'm not fucking Sindy; you have a head full of alcohol."
Something inside him must have clicked. Steve muttered something under his breath, turned around and started walking towards the train station.
I was welcomed back upstairs with a cheer from Melissa and Sindy, who had witnessed the exchange between Steve and me through the kitchen window.
"Sin, you really have to leave him," Melissa pleaded.
"I know, he's such a fucktard! He's comes home and drinks every night, starts acting like an asshole, and then falls asleep in front of the TV. If that limp dicked asshole would at least fuck me once in a while!"
Melissa went to the refrigerator and brought us each another beer.
"I mean, normal couples have sex right? All I want is some nasty, dirty, filthy sex with a guy who doesn't think licking my pussy constitutes work. I'm jealous Mis, I want someone to choke me and slap me and fuck me until I hurt, and then let me fall asleep curled up in their arms.
Apparently Melissa had been sharing some tidbits of our time together, and while I was proud she found our sex life to be something she could brag about, I felt a little uncomfortable.
