Melissa's New Position Ch. 14

Melissa was alone. Well, Ron was still there, but Sandi was gone. In the weeks that she had been there, Melissa had been her mentor, but they had also become friends. Melissa felt more lonely than she had before Sandi had come. Not because things were so different but because she had not known what it was like to have female company.

Sandi had been there three weeks altogether. When she left, she was confident in her ability to do the job and eager to prove she could. On her last day, waiting for Rick to arrive to get her, in fact, she walked over to Ron, put her hands on his chest, and then moved them down his stomach as she lowered herself to her knees, taking his shorts in her hands and pulling them down to reveal his magnificent cock. It was the biggest one she had encountered since she had been here, or anywhere really. Of course it was the biggest that Melissa had encountered in the months she had been here, too.

When Sandi had arrived at the Lagoon, she had tried to fellate Ron with humiliating results. Today, almost like a final exam, Sandi was determined to show that she had learned what Melissa had been teaching her. Melissa understood what she was doing and why, and watched, hoping she would do well. Sandi did not touch Ron's penis with her hands, but held his hips and reached out with her tongue to taste the tip of his rapidly growing penis. It bobbed a little, and she seemed to chase it around a little until she captured it with her lips and sucked on the head a little. Ron did not touch her, but placed his hands behind himself on the tops of his buttocks, thrusting his cock forward slightly as he did so.

Sandi, for her part, licked around the head and began to move her head forward to take more of him. She continued like this, sucking mostly on the head and stroking him with her lips, for some time, pausing to lick the underside of his penis from his balls to the head now and then. She would then return to her sucking, but each time, she went a little deeper. Soon, she had him pressed against the back of her mouth before she pulled back.

She continued like this for some time. Ron began to breathe more heavily. Then, when he was at the back of her mouth on one stroke, Sandi stayed there for a moment, and then pushed on so that he began to go into her throat. Melissa expected her to continue to stroke, adding more cock on each stroke, but Sandi just kept pressing. Her eyes were wide, something that happened whenever she was sucking cock, Melissa noted. But she kept on pushing her head towards Ron's belly, his cock going quite a ways down her throat, until she had him all the way in.

Melissa knew she could not breathe, but Sandi held Ron's cock all the way down for what seemed like a half minute before she began to pull back. She gasped for air, got a lung-full or two, and then made the journey towards his belly again. She did this over and over, holding him for a while before pulling back, but then began to make the trips without stopping. She went down and came back more and more rapidly, pulling back until only the head was in her mouth and pushing forward until the entire length was down her throat before pulling back again.

Sandi continued to plunge Ron down her throat like this until he began to groan, and then she picked up speed a little more. When he finally discharged he was deep in her throat, and instead of pulling back, she kept the length of him down and allowed him to cum deep in her throat. Melissa could see as she tried to swallow with the monster cock in her throat. She knew exactly what it was like to do what Sandi was doing, but again, she had never watched it. Watching it was a different experience and she was turned on tremendously. She was entranced, actually, and could not have looked away if she had tried.

Finally, Sandi pulled back. Her eyes were running tears, she was gasping for breath, and she was trying to swallow what remained in her mouth all at the same time. She was beaming, though. She had knocked it out of the park, and she knew it.

Ron spoke first. "You have learned much, grasshopper." He smiled.

Neither of the girls understood the reference, but both knew that Sandi had passed whatever test she had taken with flying colors. Melissa offered a hand, and when Sandi stood, she hugged her. Hugging Sandi's naked body did nothing to make Melissa any less aroused, but there was nothing for it at the moment.

When they left the kitchen, where all this had taken place, they walked back to Melissa's room together holding hands. Ron smiled as he watched them walk down the long hallway, asses making their mesmerizing motion all the way.

When they arrived, Sandi turned to Melissa and said "Thanks. I cannot imagine how I would have learned any of this without you. It scares me to think what would have happened if I had not learned it, too. You have been a life saver."

Melissa just hugged her again and did not say anything. She was anticipating Sandi's leaving, and was getting emotional about it. Sandi, however, pushed her back so that she sat on the bed, and then until she laid back on it. She pulled Melissa's legs up and put her feet up on the bed, spread her knees, and lowered her head to the very moist slit between her legs.

She did not say anything, but gently began to lick Melissa's nether lips lightly. Her touch was very light as it played over the wet folds, further arousing Melissa. Melissa was having a hard time not squirming, and wanted to take Sandi's head and press it to her, but she understood that this was a thank-you. And a good-bye. She let herself go and let Sandi control the experience. Which she did. Gradually, she increased the pressure of her caressing tongue, and then, for a brief moment, allowed her tongue to travel up enough to graze Melissa's clit.

It was as though there was an electrical shock, Melissa jumping as Sandi's tongue flicked at the little nub. Sandi returned to her lips, dipping her tongue in between them slightly, before again visiting her clit. Each time she did, she got the same reaction from Melissa, and Melissa's breath came more rapidly and her thrashing about became more pronounced. She could hardly lay still, but still she did not grasp Sandi's head. She did thrash the mattress some, and bucked a little while Sandi kept up her assault on her. Finally, Melissa felt her climax beginning to surface from somewhere deep in her belly, and when it arrived, she went rigid, began shaking, and screamed out "Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!" over and over.

Sandi continued to press, not allowing her to come down. Melissa was quivering, shaking and gasping for breath. She finally had to hold Sandi's head to make her hold still, the sensory overload more than she could handle.

Sandi looked up from between Melissa's legs, her eyes bright, her face wet all over from Melissa's juices, smiling. She got up and sat on the bed right next to Melissa, looked down at her face and said "Thanks. Thanks for everything. Thanks." She stroked Melissa's face. Melissa reached for Sandi's thigh and lightly stroked it.

"Thank you. It has been wonderful your being here. I'm going to miss you."

Sandi leaned over and they hugged.

Just after that, they both heard the sound of the plane. It was distant, but it was coming. They continued to hug until they heard the plane arrive.

Sandi had just washed her face when Mr. Hartford walked in the room. He still looked serious, but seeing the two naked women did make him relax a little. Melissa just stood there, not saying anything, not even making eye contact, really. Sandi looked down as well, looking up for a moment to see what Mr. Hartford was going to say.

"Looks like you have gotten a nice tan, Sandi."

"Yessir."

"Pretty nice resort, huh? So, what else have to been doing?"

"I have been learning how to be a sexual plaything. Melissa has been teaching me."

"I hope that includes sucking cock properly."

"Yessir. I am much better at that. Sir." Sandi's confidence was a little shaky at the moment, with this powerful man in the room, but she did not look down.

"OK, show me."

Sandi was actually happy to be doing something other than standing there waiting. She walked over to Mr. Hartford and lowered herself to her knees before him. She ran her hands down the front of his legs and back up towards the crotch before reaching around and sliding her hands over his buttocks. She did this several times before reaching up and unfastening his belt. She undid the button on his slacks, and then pulled the zipper down. His trousers slid down on their own accord, and she helped them down to his ankles before reaching up and taking the elastic of his briefs in both hands and sliding them down as well.

His semi-erect penis bounced up and began hardening more even as she watched. Instead of putting it in her mouth, she held it against her cheek, stroking one side with her hand and the other with her face. She smelled him, ran her fingers through his short pubic hair, cupped his balls and gently weighed them. He was fully erect after some minutes of this, and a tiny bead of clear liquid had formed at the tip of his cock. Gently, sensuously, Sandi touched her tongue to the drop, savoring it before reaching out with her tongue to taste him again.

She moved her attention from just the tip and the little hole there to the head itself. She licked him there, and ran her tongue around the circumference of the head, and then popped the head into her mouth. She was rewarded with a slight groan, and that encouraged her. She ran her tongue up from his scrotum to the tip of his shaft, wetting the underside of his penis as she went. Alternating between that and licking and sucking on his head, she kept up her work until she began, on the trips to the end, to get more of him in her warm, wet mouth when she took him in.

After a bit of that, she began to keep him in her mouth, sliding him into her mouth and sucking on him as she withdrew. She gradually picked up the pace and began to move further down his shaft with every stroke.

Sandi's confidence was returning, and she was feeling less like it was a test and more of a chance to show off. And show off she did. She moved her lips down his shaft until the head was at the back of her throat, and after sucking on him while pulling back, she went down again. She did this over and over, increasing the pace, until she just kept on going, pushing him into her throat until she had her nose pressed against his belly.

She held that, like she had with Ron, for a long while before she pulled back. She took a breath and repeated the journey, again and again, more and more quickly, until she was vigorously throat fucking him.

This continued only for a short while before his groans alerted her to his impending climax. She continued until he erupted. When he did, she sucked hard on him and then moved him back down her throat where he completed his orgasm and finished his discharge deep down her throat.

She did not come up for air until he finished throbbing. When she did, she gasped, trying to catch her breath and swallow what was in her mouth. She then looked up, again smiling, proud of her efforts.

Mr. Hartford looked down at her for a moment, and then reached down and stroked her cheek.

"Well, either you are a good student or you had a good teacher. Could be both, I suppose, but in any case you seem to have improved dramatically. I'm impressed. I was not so sure how you were going to work out."

Sandi was beaming. She did not say anything, but pulled his briefs and his trousers up and buckled him up. He stroked her cheek again.

"Does that mean you are going to buy me some boobs?"

He looked startled, or surprised a little, and then said "I did say that, didn't I?"

Sandi just smiled, still on her knees in front of him. She nodded her head.

"You know, I might. You'd have to have it done soon, though, because we are going to open the resort in less than two months."

"I'm ready," Sandi said. She was still smiling, and perhaps because of her enthusiasm, perhaps because of her innocence, it was infectious. Melissa smiled, and it seemed like Mr. Hartford was trying not to smile as well, though without complete success.

"We'll see" he said, but Melissa guessed that it would happen.

"I need to go talk with Ron for a bit. I'd tell you to get your things ready, but you don't have much, do you? I think I like you dressed just the way you are. Bracelets and a neckpiece with a little jewelry seem to be just fine. Wait at the plane, and I'll be out in a little while."

Then he had left, leaving the two girls alone. There were some tears along with the good-byes, but they had walked to the dock together holding hands. Rick was not quite as playful, sensing that this was emotional for the two women, but gladly accepted Melissa's ministrations when she dropped to her knees in front of him and released his cock. Watching Sandi had aroused her some and it showed in her efforts with Rick. It was not long before he was releasing his load in her throat while she struggled to swallow it all.

Melissa had caught her breath, composed herself, and was talking with Sandi again when Mr. Hartford came out of the building and walked down to the dock. He still seemed in a good mood. He walked past the girls toward the plane, reaching out to slap Sandi on the ass as he passed.

"Let's go!"

Rick had already boarded the plane and was getting it ready to take off. Mr. Hartford climbed into the plane without hesitation. Sandi reached over and kissed Melissa once more, then she climbed up after Mr. Hartford into the plane herself. Rick reached back and pulled the door shut, then returned to his seat. The engine started, the prop started to move the plane, and Melissa watched it make its turn and head out to ascend. She heard the engine pick up, the plane move faster, the plane become airborne, and then watched it slowly disappear.

Even though she had spend many days with just Ron on this island, for the first time, she felt very alone.

She looked back over the weeks, and there were snapshot-like images that she had of Sandi. One was with her on her back, strapped to a short bench. Her wrist bracelets were clipped to the ones on her ankles, pulling her knees back and apart to fully expose her sex and her anus. Her head was leaned backwards over the edge and there was a man with his cock in her mouth. It was a straight shot down her throat, and as Melissa watched, he slid himself deep into her throat. Melissa could tell how deep it went, because she could see where the penis made her throat expand. It went back to normal as he retreated and bulged again when he buried it once more.

There was another man whose rigid penis was buried in Sandi's ass. Her vagina was swollen and wet as the penis pulled out, tugging on the tight ring of her anus, pulling it out some as it clung to the cock impaling it. Then the return stroke, when the cock once more disappeared deep inside her.

Now, in her mind's eye, Melissa could see, just like it was a movie, these two men working on Sandi while she lay there naked and helpless.

Of course her memory of the scene was short and fragmented, because she was being fucked at the same time. She, too, was clipped and strapped to a bench just like Sandi was. The man plowing her was in her vagina, so she was able to turn her head and see what was going on with Sandi. Both the pounding she was receiving and the erotic sight of Sandi's ordeal made her own orgasm quite powerful when it came.

One time there was a large meeting where about a dozen men from different regions where the company operated all gathered at the Lagoon for a strategy meeting. Whenever there was a break, many of them, well, all of them at least once or twice, went down to the playroom.

There they found the girls restrained in one way or another, easily accessible. Each break found the girls restrained differently. One particular time they were both suspended. Each had her ankle bracelets attached to little cables coming from small electric winches in the ceiling. When they were raised, each had her legs spread in a "V" and each had her wrists clipped to a small line attached to her ankle bracelets, so that they, too, paralleled their legs. Their heads hung at crotch level so that any man could walk up and slide his cock in a wet mouth, and take advantage of it. Of course, the girls' own crotches were level with the men's faces as well, and several times they received some oral attention as well. Melissa had a cock in her own mouth much of the time, but she did get to see men step up to Sandi and put theirs into hers. It was exciting, and it also gave her some idea what she, herself, must look like.

Another time the two of them had been in the doghouse, a small compartment at the back of the breakfast booth, until the two men who were visiting that day were seated and had begun eating. Then, each of them had approached the man closest to her, worked their cocks out of their shorts, and had gone to work with long and sloppy blowjobs. The men were seated opposite each other so not only was each experiencing a delightful addition to his breakfast, but he was watching the other do the same. Being in ecstasy while watching someone else in ecstasy was surprisingly intimate. Meanwhile the girls were trying their best to draw a load out of those fleshy straws, something they accomplished at nearly the same time. The men did not actually see the women; after they were done, the girls retreated back into their cubby. The men did not know how the women, both aroused by their efforts, had then kissed and touched each other in the enclosed space, not coming out until well after the men had gone to the beach.

These were just a few of the images that Melissa reflected on. Although most of what the girls had done together were things that Melissa had done numerous times by herself, it was different having someone else there, someone to share things with. She knew that now, and missed Sandi.

Her reverie was cut short, however. Ron came to her room, stuck his head in the door and announced "Mr. Dorn is coming."

"When?"

"Soon, I think. I just got the call. He's on his way."

Melissa was automatically nervous. Ron seemed a bit on edge as well.

"Do you know why he is coming? Should I be doing something?"

"I have no idea. I just got the message that he is coming. I don't know if he is alone, if he is checking on the Lagoon, on you or on me. He might just be coming to relax a few days. He has done that before. If he wants something, you can be sure we'll find out." He paused and added "And see that he gets it."

"What should I do?"

"I guess go to the playroom and assume the first position as soon as you hear the plane. If he wants anything, go from there."

The first position, Melissa knew, was on her knees, sitting on her heels, knees apart, hands on her thighs, and her eyes down. She knew that it was important to keep her back straight, which thrust her breasts forward and made them stand out even more. She knew she had pretty breasts, and that men really liked them. It was rare that a guest did not comment on how pretty they were. Still, she felt self-conscious with them thrust out like that. And, she did what she was supposed to do.

Which is what she was doing when Mr. Dorn came into the room. He did look at her breasts, though her eyes were down and she did not know exactly what he was looking at. He walked over to her and stood in front of her. She could see he was wearing grey slacks and black leather shoes, but she could see nothing else. He reached down, put one finger beneath her chin, and lifted up until she was looking up at him. His eyes were just as striking as they were the first time she met him, steel grey and intense. He looked her in the eyes, and it made her quite uncomfortable. She wanted to look away, though she dared not do so. His gaze was steady, intense, and seemed to look deep into her. She could hardly stay still.