Date: Sun, 2 Aug 2009 14:03:50 -0700 (PDT)
From: tunefulbob@yahoo.com
Subject: Melani's Birthday

Melani's Birthday (MFF, size)
By Cari, as told to TunefulBob

I live in a very quite little town in rural Nevada. I do erotic sculpture,
tile and ceramics.  I usually work and romp around in a pair of bib
overalls and tennies, that's it (I'm not into encumbrances).  Sometimes,
when I go into town, I'll slip on a little tube top that I carry in my
car. I do wear a broomstick or cotton wrap-around skirt from time to time,
maybe with a little silk or cotton blouse, over sized sweatshirt or tee, or
even a little camisole, maybe sandals. I don't deal with things, including
clothing, that get in the way (not my way, but rather, the way).

I have green eyes, light brown, sun streaked hair that's generally kept in
a long braid. I get pretty brown in the summer. I also do ero-botics and
yoga to maintain the areas that need it -- actually, it's more for
personal demands of myself. I enjoy sex, I'm very sensual and I masturbate
when, or if I feel like it. I'm very visual as well.  Oh, I have a small
mole just above my upper lip and another above my right breast.  I also
have a hoop pierced through my clit hood -- and clip on a dangle when
that seems called for. The dangle can get in the way during sex, but other
than that, it just tickles and excites the outer vaginal area while I'm
moving around. Doing housework, dancing and aerobics all have an exciting,
sensual tinge when the dangle is in place. I especially like it for
dancing, when it starts me off on a buildup for what will come later.

I'm about 5'-1" tall, 103 lbs., between a B & C cup, if I wear a bra. I
have a couple that just rest peacefully in a drawer, One is a cute little
shelf thing, I think that I've worn it twice in the three years I've had
it. (It was given to me by a very sweet lecher who was fond of having me
display myself, which I didn't mind and rather enjoyed. And the sex was
incredible. He was quite well "Fixed" in that area as well as being a
"Laster."  I sent him away, though, when it became clear that he was never
going to get over his hangup with his mother -- or his mother over her
hangup for him.  The last I knew, she was pregnant with his child.  But
that's another story.)

Tom is my regular guy, and has been for a couple of years.  He's a bit over
my physical limit sexually, but I enjoy that. For rounding things out,
however, my friends Randi and Melani are very satisfying partners. When I
travel, which is frequently, Randi or Melani usually comes with me. Randi
is several years older than I am and is very talented. The combination
works very well for my disposition as well as my glowing complexion...!!  I
really don't have a "first" sexual preference -- and don't believe that
sex needs to be sexist, I'm just open enough to enjoy it in whatever form
it might occur.  But nothing takes the place of Tom's Big Boy when the time
is right. I enjoy the look, the feel, the smell, the taste and the
delicious throb of his straining and pulsing member. Like a very proud
soldier at attention.

But this story is really about Melani and starts a few weeks back, when she
was still 17.  Melani may be as highly sexed as I am.  She very willingly
encouraged her two cousins to officially rescue her from her virginity at
the age of 13. This was while visiting a family farm somewhere in Iowa,
about four and a half years ago. Her comment to me was that it was a good
riddance.  In addition to being Melani's intimate friend, I am also a sort
of role model and mentor for her.  She wants to spend her life making
beautiful things and having beautiful sex, as I do.  She also wants to get
a piercing similar to mine, if she can. Some day soon, I'll introduce her
to the right people for that.

Melani had seen how big Tom is, since he and I are pretty casual about
wearing clothes around the house.  She wanted to try Tom on for size --
but he told her she would have to wait until she was 18.  Though Melani is
taller than I and has broader hips with a deeper pelvis, at that point in
her life, it seemed unlikely that she could accept all of Tom, just as I
can't. He and I have to be careful that I don't end up having my uterus
pushed up into my lungs. I do enjoy him "tickling the bottom," as he puts
it, but don't really crave having my insides rearranged.

In answer to a question, I told Melani that, yes, I had actually measured
Tom. She was quite satisfied with the results of those measurements. I
measured the side of his shaft from the pelvic bone to the tip. That
measurement was 8 11/16".  The diameter at the glans is 1 1/2".  At the
base, the diameter is just under 2". This is when he's excited. His length
is 6 5/8" in a relaxed state.

Melani turned 18 last Saturday, the day she'd been excitedly waiting and
lusting for. Tom has said over and over that she's a very pretty and
desirable young lady, but has also steadfastly stuck to his word that he
wouldn't touch her until she was of legal age, which in Nevada is 18, even
though he has had my permission and blessing -- and even though Melani
hasn't been a virgin for nearly five years. But it shows the thoughtful
side of Tom's character.  When he was young, he had the experience several
times of hurting his partners -- in part because of his size coupled with
his youthful desire to ram his shaft home without restraint -- but also
in part because they were just too young and hadn't matured and been
stretched out yet.  So he is very careful about both parts of that problem
now.  I think it's sweet of him and says a lot about what a good guy he is.
He and I also agreed that it would be worth the wait for Melani, and that
the anticipation would do her good.

In the meantime, Melani had been working out with a large dildo, sometimes
with my help, in order to make sure that she could accommodate Tom when her
day arrived.

Melani's 18th birthday was beautiful.  She never really accepted Tom's
decision that she would have to wait and had been totally lusting for him
since the first time she saw the size of his cock some months ago.  She had
reached a point of being an innocent little slut with her little bits of
"accidental" showing off her cute body to him in parts and glimpses.  So
when the day finally arrived, she had built herself up to an intensity of
anticipation that was quite extraordinary.  Tom and I were pretty excited
too.  We had candles all over the place -- eighteen of them -- and a
nice fire in the fireplace.  We were all fresh from our showers.  Tom had
suggested, and Melani had agreed, that I would call the tunes that we would
all dance to.

Tom and I were on the bed while we waited for Melani to finish her shower.
We couldn't resist the temptation to start without her -- some friendly
caresses and kisses had gotten us both rather excited.  In fact, I'd
already had a string of orgasms from the good graces of Tom's fingers and
tongue.  The serious part had started when I took Tom's semi-flaccid cock
into my mouth and started deep throating him.  Pretty soon, Tom was in a
state of magnificent excitement -- and my deepest engulfing of him could
only take in about two-thirds of his beautiful shaft.  I really wanted to
bring him off; but we had agreed that his first orgasm of the evening
belonged to Melani. At the point where I was fighting off the impulse to
finish Tom, Melani came out of the bathroom, looking innocent and
deliciously sexy in the very thin cotton white floor length nighty that I
had suggested that she wear.  The candlelight and firelight behind her
revealed the lines of her lovely body through the thin material.

Melani's body had filled out beautifully in the last few months.  While her
tummy was still as flat and firm as ever, her breasts had blossomed to the
point of overfilling the C cups she wore.  For a moment, she stood there by
the side of the bed.  Her long, strawberry-blonde hair was flowing over her
shoulders.  The nighty she wore had buttons down to the waist -- and they
were unbuttoned so we could see the lovely place between her beautiful
breasts.  Her nipples were also clearly visible -- already erect and
pressed against the thin fabric.  Her nipples are especially pretty --
puffy, with an erasure nipple and rather small relative to the size of her
breasts.  But for all the delicacy of their appearance, they take very well
to being sucked and squeezed with intensity.  For her part, Melani was
taking in the sight of Tom's big pussy stretcher, with a look of mingled
awe and excitement on her face, for she had never before seen him in a
fully erect state.

Filled with a sense of the drama of the moment, Melani slowly pushed the
nighty off each shoulder in turn, held it over her breasts for a moment,
and then slid the fabric down to unveil her own delicious beauties to our
sight.  Then, as she dropped the nighty to the floor and stepped toward us,
it struck me that she looked lovelier than Botticelli's Venus.

Tom and I made room for her between us on the bed.  He began kissing her
mouth and alternately fondling and kissing her breasts.  I made my way to
the spot where the evening's greatest drama would take place, first kissing
and caressing her inner thighs and around to the lower part of her tummy,
circling slowly around her pussy to tease her a bit and to build her
anticipation to an even higher pitch.  Melani had neatly trimmed her muff
to a 1/2" length a week prior to our little adventure. The trim had
softened by now and was moist and downy for the occasion.  I played with
her soft fringe for a bit while I touched my tongue lightly around her
outer lips, then the inner folds of her pussy, and then, finally, barely
tickled her clit with an ever lighter touch of my tongue.  She was eager
for more, and pushed her pelvis out to get greater pressure against her
pleasure button.  I was happy to oblige, and pushed my tongue firmly
against her clit in a small, rotating motion.  At the same time, I pushed
one finger into her waiting pussy, then two, then three and finally four
fingers into her.  My fingers are long but fairly slim -- so this was
only partial preparation for the thorough stretching Melani's pussy was
soon to be subjected to.  With all the stimulation that Melani was getting
for her mouth, her nipples, her clit and her pussy, it wasn't long before
she began to moan and then her pussy began to pulsate against my fingers.
Melani is multi-orgasmic, like me, and began a series of long orgasms, each
of which lasted perhaps a minute.  I was thrilled and stimulated by this,
and increased the pressure of my tongue against her clit.  This caused her
to rotate her pelvis up and down, and to moan softly, then louder as each
orgasm swelled in intensity.

At some point during this delicious prelude to our ballet a trois, Melani
reached down to grasp Tom's rod.  Then she pulled her mouth away from his
so that she could enjoy the look as well as the touch of his now pulsing
rigidity.  She was mesmerized by the sight of it and seemed overwhelmed
with admiration for the way that it exceeded the grasp of her hand.
Testing its length as well as its girth, she noticed that while she could
touch her fingers to her thumb around the glans, when her hand moved to his
magnificent shaft that was no longer possible.  At the base, the gap
between her thumb and middle finger was about an inch.  She was also
fascinated by how it moved in time with his heartbeat.  She told me later
that at that moment Tom's cock seemed like the center, the very trunk of
the universe.  With her eyes as well as her fingers, she traced the veins
in deep relief that mapped a wondrous highway of throbbing power.  After a
moment, she began tracing those roadways with the tip of her tongue, then
took as much of the shaft as she could (about three inches!) into her
mouth, knowing that soon she would be welcoming Tom's big tool within a
more capacious orifice.

From my vantage point, I could tell that Melani's pussy was filling with
the nectar that would ease the insertion of that tool.  I was beginning to
get anxious to see how well it would fit.  Would Tom's girth exceed the
limits of Melanie's ability to stretch wide to accommodate him?  Would the
depth of her pussy be able to adapt to his length?  Then I remembered that
they were waiting for me to give the signal for the test to begin.

I moved out from between Melani's legs and pushed her onto her back, then
pulled at Tom to urge him into position above her, with his awesome shaft
poised and ready.  It was pointed at its natural target.  All three of us
were staring at it, but I was the only one who was in position to see the
apparent mismatch between his capacity for filling and her capacity for
being filled.  Melani's pussy was lubricated and ready; but it did not look
possible for her to accommodate his thickness.  I grasped Tom's cock and
guided him toward Melani's sweet opening.  Tom shifted his hips so that his
shaft moved slowly, almost ponderously, toward what he knew would be a
tight but satisfying fit.

As the tip of his cock reached Melani's pussy, I took my hand away, knowing
that my guidance was no longer needed.  At the same moment, Melani pulled
her lithe, lovely legs up and spread her knees wide invitingly.  Tom slowly
penetrated her, at first sliding freely in, but then meeting some
resistance and pausing, then withdrawing slightly.  At this point, he was
only about halfway in, with the thickest part of his trunk-like rod still
waiting.  He began slowly moving in and out, with each inward movement
spreading Melani's pussy lips further apart.  Melani's inner labia had
disappeared entirely, and each inward movement was pulling and pushing more
and more of her outer lips along with Tom's shaft into the breach!  Melani
moaned a little more loudly, causing Tom to think he'd hurt her.  So he
withdrew almost completely and asked if she was all right.  She opened her
eyes widely, smiled at him and wrapped her legs around behind his butt,
urging him back into her.  He smiled too and happily resumed thrusting
slowly and rhythmically into her.  At that point, he was getting all but
about two inches of his cock into her on the in strokes -- and her pussy
lips completely disappeared.  On the next thrust, Melani's eyes widened
again, and she stifled a gasp.  I was concerned and said to Tom, "Take it
easy, there, big boy.  I think you may have hit her limit" But Melani got a
determined look on her face and said to me, "No, I'm fine.  I want him all
the way in."  With that, she gave him a pull with her heels against his
ass, urging him on.  With that, Tom began to lengthen, deepen and speed up
his thrusts, and Melani's face took on a look of concentration.  She told
me later that it hurt terribly, like her insides were simultaneously being
squeezed and torn.  But she was careful not to make a sound or show any
indication of feeling any pain, for fear that he would withdraw.  Finally,
with the deepest thrust yet of Tom's steely rod, Melani gave a gasp that
conveyed both excitement and pain, then gripped Tom tightly with her arms
and legs and cried out, "Oh!  I feel your body pressing against my clit,
Tom.  I have you all the way in me!"  She held him against herself for a
moment and then said, "Now fuck me, Tom!  Hammer me with all you've got."

Tom responded in a way that I'd never seen before, thrusting into her with
long, hard, rapid strokes.  He was like a wild man -- and Melani
responded in kind, convulsively pulling him to her with her arms, spreading
her legs and thrashing them against the bed, and moving her head from side
to side.  Soon she began to groan deeply and rhythmically, and I knew that
she was having the orgasm of her life.  I have to admit that I felt an
unaccustomed twinge of something like envy -- my protege had outdone me,
taking more of Tom's cock into her than I could possibly manage.  I was as
awed by her as I was by him.

Amazingly, Tom was able to hold off coming and continued pounding into her,
slowing and easing when her moans dropped to sighs and then speeding up
again when the sounds from her mouth deepened and intensified.  They must
have continued like that for 10 minutes before finally Tom cried out that
he was coming and then collapsed on top of Melani, holding just enough of
his weight on his elbows so as not to crush her.  As for Melani, she lay
there for a moment with her eyes closed; then she opened them and looked at
me with the sweetest, most satisfied smile I have ever seen on anyone's
face.

We spent about three hours together, coupling and tripling in every
combination and every way I could think of.  After that, I left the two of
them alone for the rest of the night while I climbed in with Randi who, by
previous arrangement, was spending the night in our cozy little guest
bedroom . . . .

***

If you liked this story, let me know -- and I will pass your comments
along to Cari.  Perhaps she'll tell me more of her adventures for me to
share with you.

	-- TunefulBob@yahoo.com