1969 : Part two

Everything was pushed out of the way by these guys. They started fucking her, building up to full steam quickly. She was very red in the face, screaming, panting, and with multiple thuds interrupting that breathing. Melissa saw and heard the audience applaud. She watched them give thumbs up and applaud louder for the two fuckers when both of Melissa’s holes ripped just a little. The crowd could see her all stretched out, with almost no distance between the holes, and a little bleeding to trace. These fuckers were making her fit them.

They both grabbed her waist simultaneously and ground into her. Much popping, snapping, squeals, even moans came from Melissa. That rowdy crowd was rowdier than ever. They intensely watched these two work, for they had seen them do this before. The one fucking her vagina reached down and spread Melissa’s legs gymnast wide. The purple heels were as far apart as they could get.
After that he grabbed Melissa’s arms, one at a time, and placed them just under each knee. Melissa understood and grabbed hold of her own leg spread. She knew that they were going to batter her hard. She looked down at her vulva and ass. They were over filled, with a now pink combo of all the previous cum spewing out the sides with each stroke. She knew that for this special round, she was definitely the M, and they were definitely the S.

They wanted to actually split her, and she was going to hold her legs spread wide and let them try their best ? ? Worst case? Melissa had talked to her friends with children and knew all about episiotomies. She decided that women were repaired between the vulva and ass all the time. She could do as well, if necessary. After all, Melissa was pretty sure that was how the 19 year old African woman had gotten her scars, especially since she had not had a baby. The MC knew what was going to happen and had directed two spots right at her bottom.

Melissa approved. If this was going to happen, then she wanted the crowd to see well. And she leaned back on the guy under her and pulled her legs apart even wider. As the two men started getting serious, Melissa concluded one last abstract, and that was, that this type of action must be why the medic is down the hall

The crowd almost trampled each other, trying to move closer to the stage, so that each might be able to see Melissa’s bottom better. The black penises were like pistons plunging in and out of Melissa. The two men started radically twisting and churning up Melissa in assault fashion.

She kept hanging on to her legs, as she tore a little every four or five strokes. The crowd was watching her get bigger directly in front of their eyes. Her vaginal opening was torn the most, with a jagged line headed for her ass. The crowd was whistling, yelling and in a constant rhythm of clapping.

Though her head was usually thrashing around, Melissa would occasionally and momentarily hold it still to check out her condition. She could not help but see the up front section of the audience at such a moment. Even though the two men were pounding her, she gave an extra second of attention to the tightly packed crowd closest to her bottom. There, only a few feet away from her bottom, was the blonde in the black outfit. It was the blonde whose breasts Melissa had stretched. She was yelling for the men to ‘Rip her apart ’ And she gave the two men a big double thumbs up.

Melissa once again threw her head back onto the guy beneath her. Being the masochistic athlete that she was, she was able to keep holding her legs wide, even while these two men were busy trying to divide them farther. They were in perfect rhythm with the music, as they reamed away. The man in her vagina repositioned himself. He put one large arm in front of each leg, and leaned forward, taking her legs with him. That flipped them up and over her. Then both men screwed even stronger. She was squealing as she ripped a lot. The crowd, especially the blonde, was ecstatic.

But the men weren’t done. They pumped her for a while, with a more straight line fuck that was intended for their own steady stimulation. Then as they both got closer to cuming, they paid more attention to the crowd’s chants of ‘Finish her ”. Melissa had been back to orgasms with their straight line fucking. She was not going to waste any of the evening. Still, she could not help but hear the loud crowd chant ‘Finish her ’. One thought she had, was, that if this were another woman, like, say, the blonde, she would be right up front also, yelling for the guys to do their best.

Another was that she knew what a split would be. She knew that she would get sewn up. With the way Melissa was thinking, it was a certification as a truly ‘loose’ woman. She had known for quite a while that she would soon be loose by some method and then more easily take big guys. These people screaming for her to be ripped, did not think that she would go away. In fact, they must have figured that Melissa would have to come back, just to get the size of penises that she would need. Of course, all this thinking and figuring, everything since her last consideration of ‘Finish her’, all that occurred in one of those micro second intervals.
The music was building again, and so were the two men. When it rarely could be heard, ker splop , slurp, foomp, sounds that really did need to be written in cartoon language, were coming out of Melissa. The man on top twisted while bearing down and pushing down, the man underneath had his penis traveling in, up and out, trying to fling Melissa forward. When the men did their final jerking, while cuming, the two forces literally met, suddenly connecting the rip from the vagina with the one coming from her ass. She was really split. The crowd whistled, yelled and clapped its own roar of approval, as the little blonde twirled, doing a sort of Irish stepdance celebration.

The guy on top smoothly pulled out of Melissa’s large vertically gaped vagina, and the one under her picked her up and off of his penis. Her ass was slightly oblong, leaning toward that connection with the vagina. He sat her down on the vinyl cushions of the bench. She sat there with her hands on her spread knees, in a sort of jock position. She was keeping that bottom down to minimize bleeding. The MC held up her finger with the wedding band, and said into his microphone something about her having a lot to tell ‘hubby’.

She did not have to worry about going to the medic, for he had come to her. He ran over to this gang area, well prepared, when he was told what was happening. He had her hold a large Kotex pad under her as he took her to an adjoining side room that was occasionally used when there was such need.

In there, he reassured her that her meat and muscle beneath was not divided, that, after he did some tight suturing, she would, as she had predicted, have a very well defined episiotomy type line. He numbed her up with Lidocaine, and stitched her perineum tightly, with many fine sutures. This man had obviously done this before, many times. And that was what he was telling her; in addition, he told her that, after a couple of days of ice and a couple of weeks of healing, he expected to see her back here again. He was a nice guy. But he also worked for the house that night and wanted to encourage a quality item like Melissa to surmount her ‘little’ modification and return to the club. She thanked him with a kiss on his cheek, and told him that she ‘owed him.’ After her own 14 rounds, that comment to the medic, and, finally, the return of her sly sex smile, she left to watch Martin, Robert and Christopher in the orgy room. Tonight, she knew that she needed to strongly encourage that the complete satisfaction of those three be done in that room, and with other women.
‘Well, anyway, just for this night ’