1969 Pt. 02

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They arrived, and it was still very early in the evening for this, Martin's very perverted swingers club. Martin had the membership that was going to admit them all. More than private. This was a fairly secret club. It was held in a converted warehouse. One of the rich members owned it and still presented it to the authorities as a warehouse. The cars did not park outside. Rather, they came through a special automated door and parked inside, so no one could even verify that anyone was at the building.

The greeter was very impressed by Melissa, who was still in her jeans. He directed her to the nearest restroom and dressing area. The guys looked around, but few people were there yet. So, they had a few drinks at the cash bar. Soon, that Melissa doll walked up in all purple. A purple bow holding the base of her one sided tail, purple eyeliner, purple beads around her neck, a purple sleeveless half top with a violet butterfly central, her beautiful tight abdomen showing, a purple mini (another one of her 14 ones), naked super toned legs and purple high heels. This girl could accessorize.

They walked around, just looking where the various activities would later be. Martin said the rooms were sized according to the normal amount of participants for the particular interest. Each had its own label, such as: Gang, Fist, Take On The Big Man, orgy room 1, orgy room 2, and so on. But, again, few people of any type were around. Martin took his party of four into one of the most tucked away rooms. There he gave everyone a small tab of mescaline. Melissa had tripped numerous times in the past and felt comfortable with such activities. Just as the guys might be wondering about sex enhancement, so was she, especially tonight, in this place.

Though the guys had a few beers spread over the next two hours, Melissa drank no alcohol. She preferred a more pure mescaline effect. And the drug did begin to hit just as the volume of patrons became very noticeable. There must have been 140 or more in the building by 9:30 PM. Most were there as part of a couple. Unlike most similar functions, this one appeared to have enlisted primarily the young and handsome. It was a visual bias, but the standard also considered and chose for the physical conditioning and stamina that was associated with this club's particular activities.

Melissa enjoyed her floating enhanced perception, which included how she saw body parts. And that topic suddenly got quite interesting. All four walked into the 'Fist' area, where about 20 to 30 people were either standing or sitting on the floor. All the visitors were sharply dressed. Men were in the closest thing to dress muscle shirts and pants, with women in great variations of the type of outfit that Melissa was smart enough to pick out for herself.

On a slightly elevated stage section of the room, three very young teenage boys had prepared a very special kind of stockade device. It sat central. Each boy had only a Speedo type bottom on. Melissa's group had arrived just in time to see the boys do a simple drawing of numbers. They held up and called out number 8. A beautiful 67 , 120 pound, blonde raised her right hand while sheepishly smiling as she began to stand up. The rest of the crowd applauded. She was wearing a black tank top, a bare midriff, a black mini, black net thigh highs, and shiny black 6 heels.

She was a very nice vision, as she turned to her male partner. He smiled, raised his eyebrows very high and gave a 'what can I do about it?' gesture. Girls and guys in her own section of the room began applauding again. The blonde nervously approached the stage. When she finally stepped upon the stage, all three boys turned her back around to face the crowd. She continued to be very nervous, now adding a nervous laugh as she faced that crowd. As she stood there, one boy pulled up and off her top, while another unzipped and pulled down and off her skirt. Top and bottom were tossed back to the section where she had been sitting.

After the tosses, they spun her around so that she then had her rear to the audience. Her thin black bikini cut undies had side snaps. One of the boys used both snaps simultaneously and tossed the panties in the same direction as the other clothing. Now, she had only her black net hose and the black heels. The boys had her bend forward, while they spread her ass cheeks for that crowded audience. As one boy started stretching her ass wide, another sat directly under her standing spread and reached up to firmly pull apart her vaginal opening.

After they showed everyone how she looked at this start, they moved her over to the strange stockade. The end facing that crowd had two thick cushions at ankle level. The boys placed her left foot on the outside of the left cushion and her right foot on the outside of the right cushion. Those cushions were there to maintain over a three foot spread. Once the ankles were exactly where they needed to be, the boys spun a shackle out from behind the cushion. Each shackle went completely around her ankle and latched in place. Then they had her lean forward, placing her abdomen over a barrel type pillow. That and the spread popped her ass up high. After she was in that position, one boy grabbed a wide leather belt that was already bolted on his side. He threw the end of it across to his partner, who threaded it under his side of the apparatus, and pulled it snug and latched it through a metal buckle. The table like surface where she laid had holes for her breasts to hang through. As she laid there, wrist straps were put in place and a large, sort of blinder section was placed as a bridge over the back of her neck and along each side of her head; that kept her from seeing the audience or who might be working on her.

When she was finally in place, the third boy produced a pair of specially made devices. At one end was a super sealing suction cup that could suck up tight to fit the ends of most breasts. Her size was just right to immediately be cupped. A silly putty type substance sealed all around. At the other end of the device were large handle bar type grips. One at a time, he placed a cup over each breast. He then connected an electronic suction to a valve just above each handle. He held the suction on long enough to suck each cup extremely tight over each nipple/areola area. Each sealed as well as any commercial suction cup. He needed to test them, so he laid down under the breasts, reached up and grabbed a handle with each hand. He then pulled himself from flat to within about 30 or so degrees of a sitting straight up by using just the handles and her attached breasts. He felt a rock solid connection and a good stretch of her breasts. She screamed when he did that, as much out of surprise as pain.

The other two greased into her ass and vagina with lots of lubricant. While one kept her spread to the max, the other boy started probing her vaginal opening with three, four, then five finger tips. When he got her wide enough, he put the palm of each hand inside her edges and pulled her apart. He kept an increasingly strong pull in place as he moved his hands all around her 360 degrees. For many minutes, he massaged and pulled outward. When he had what he considered a wide enough gap, he stuck his hand directly into her and began fist fucking her. She squealed and shook. The boy underneath her breasts grabbed the suction handles again and pulled himself up again. But this time he just held on in that 'almost' sitting up position. He waited like that while the fist fucker was warming up.

The boy in her vagina was now very roughly deep fisting her, ramming her and twisting his fist for more space. The boy who was holding her spread earlier no longer felt that was necessary. He reached for his own lubricant, got a lot, and shoved it in her ass. He poked, probed and stretched until most of his hand was in. At that moment, the punching strokes into her vagina helped cause the second fist to slip completely into her rectum. Then both fists were brushing by each other inside. Melissa was watching all of this as her mescaline hit. She was in awe.

The blonde beauty's lovely legs quivered all the way down to her ankles; the tips of her stiletto heels were even shaking. At the head of the unique stockade, Melissa noticed that the woman's breasts were still holding the boy in his semi-incline position. His grip on her handles was strong. The boys then started to back off. Her breast handles were released, and the other two slowly pulled out of her bottom. The audience applauded in appreciation. The blonde's date, boyfriend, or husband was one of the persons applauding. Her breasts were hanging an inch or so lower and both her ass and 'pussy' were red gaping holes.

The boys feigned reaching to release the wrist straps, the belt and her ankle shackles. They all paused at each location, and looked to the crowd for an indication of permission to unhook her. At first, there were people giving a sweet satisfactory type of applause. That was slowly replaced by a staggered, but always increasing, "More...more...more." In fact, those who initially applauded a release joined in requesting 'more'. The boys gave a dramatic jerk away of their hands, as if to indicate that they would not think of releasing her now.

On the other side of the blinder, the blonde was muttering, "Oh, my God ".

Those boys knew a good way to intensify the show, and probably finish the girl. The boys began a very purposeful selection.

The boy most up front pointed his finger at certain audience members, "You, you and you."

Melissa was the first one who he pointed at. The other two were a white guy, who looked like a 250 pound football player on steroids, and a, just as big, black man, who looked like he might be on the same team (the Bears?). When the three got to the stage, they were assigned locations. The two guys were positioned at the blonde's rear. Melissa was told to position herself under the handles attached to the woman's breasts.

Melissa, tripping away now, thought this was all very entertaining. She had never messed with a female in any manner. But, this setup, with its strange way of sadistically changing the blonde's breasts, well, it was pushing a button deep within Melissa. She immediately decided to contribute to the show. In order to fit under the table portion of the stockade and not mess up her little mini, she pulled it above her waist. An action that revealed a purple string bikini bottom. The crowd applauded that alone. Melissa had temporarily forgotten about them. She turned and smiled to them, as she sat down and slid herself under the blonde's breasts.

The guys were greased up by this time. The white guy was given the vagina to start on. His hand was twice as large as the boys' hands. Only because of the prep by the boy, he was able to at least get four fingers in at first. Later he got all five in, lubricated his knuckles and slowly stretched her. He was very happy and very intent with his work. The little blonde was huffing, puffing and grunting. One of the boys flagged Melissa and encouraged her to do something. Melissa was so trippy by then that she came around in a sort of 'oh, yeah, I am here for something' response. She looked up at the handles, which were wiggling and shaking according to the motions at the blonde's rear. Melissa reached up, grabbed a handle in each hand, and pulled herself up to the position that she had seen the boy stop at. She actually found herself strangely, that is very strangely, turned on by seeing the breasts stretch out, and by hearing the blonde's moans.

Melissa personally decided that did not sound even close to a painful moan. Of course, it could be, as Melissa suspected, that Melissa had become a drugged sadist. So, as they did so many times a day back at bio sciences, she would test the given hypothesis. She raised her ass off of the floor and straightened out her legs, all while holding the handles tightly to both of her own breasts. Excellent rowing machine form by Melissa Thus, most of her weight was drawing down on the woman's breasts. Now, by golly, Melissa obtained the kind of sounds that were more on the level of those that Melissa had made during the double fuck last night.

'Much better ' 'And, OK, I have verified that I am having a sadistic form of fun.' Melissa was pulled up so close that she could examine even small changes in the blonde's breasts..

The front sections, where the suction cups clamped, were long and pulled thin. At the base of each breast, where they anchored on her chest, a few vessels had burst. Melissa remained hanging with all her weight pulling down.

The big white hand finally slipped in. And the blonde gave more of a yelp this time. He kept his fist still, while the other male participant began to shove his huge hand into her ass. The boy who had done her ass definitely helped widen the way. Still, it took the black man more than five minutes to pop in. The audience was watching all that and the sharp purple thong girl hanging from the blonde's breasts. The two big fists started moving within the blonde's bottom. And the audience loudly applauded, showing appreciation for the contributions of the three audience members who were now on stage.

The boy nearest Melissa leaned over and inquired, "How are you doing?"

"I'm doing fine." And she thought that was very sweet to worry about her, but that she should, perhaps, clarify that she was not getting tired.

She stretched her arms out and then pulled back, repeatedly, essentially doing a series of power pullups. Yes, Melissa was a very fit young woman. That the blonde's breasts stretched more, and that they were bursting more? That just wasn't the point to Melissa. Of course, the audience howled and clapped like crazy. For the blonde's sake, they should not have rewarded Melissa. For she went right back into another set of pullups before settling back down to hanging around.

The guys were fisting her lightly, apparently afraid that they might do damage. And, with those hands, they were right. The visual for the crowd was that of a pair of legs that were almost completely pulled apart. The guys thought that they should pull out. One of the boys supervising her rear thought that they might be interested in one last exercise. He suggested that they try to go ahead and open their fists as much as possible. When they did try that , she really panted, screamed and shook. They opened and closed a few more times, then started slowly pulling out. Both her ass and vulva stretched out grotesquely, as in the infamous scene where a female dog is knotted by the male. Finally, they both unscrewed. Two huge red holes remained. Melissa finally dropped off her end of the project, leaving the woman's breasts truly stretched, at least to a degree, permanently... All three contributors were applauded as they went back to the audience. The sight barrier around the blonde's head was removed, her wrists unstrapped, the belt removed and her ankles unlatched. The boys assisted her to a standing position, and she turned to the audience with red face and makeup running. Even so, she looked cute just standing there exhausted.

Melissa had made her way back to her own three. Martin, Robert and Christopher all smiled as they shook her hand. Martin exclaimed,

"You nearly tore her tits off "

"Ah, she's tough. At least I think so. Anyway, I thought it was incredible. Really, I'm serious."

"Oh, Melissa, you're just cold stoned crazy right now."

"Uh, maybe. Maybe you're right. Maybe. But I did just love pulling someone else's tits like that, especially with her not knowing who is doing it."

At that exact moment, her eyes scanned across the room to where the blonde was slowly piecing herself together. She already had her undies and skirt back on. She was standing there looking at her stretched and bruised breasts. One of her associates pointed at Melissa.

"Oh, shit. Let's go to another area. Quickly "

The next section down was dedicated to gang fucking. Melissa and party stepped through the doorway just in time to see the first gang of six all finishing every hole of a dark Latin or Hispanic woman. They had her up on this room's small stage area, laying over a bench, with one of the last men cumming in her ass. The truly final man came almost immediately after, deep in her throat.

Melissa was using the wild eye pumping mescaline to look around at who had participated. She was pleasantly surprised when she was able to note that the cum dripping and gooey used penises were all quite large. Many shapes, many colors, but all quite large. It was as if her own three fellows were just nice representatives at this event, that all females had to look great, and that the males seemed to be required to look at least good and be hung great. A rather secret, rather elitist, and extremely perverted 'little or no rules' swinging group? And she never suspected that anything like this was so close to campus.

When she stepped through the doorway, Melissa was immediately noticed. As great as all the girls were, this little gymnastic body of hers was not common in 1969. So, she was immediately admired, not only for what nature gave her, but for her conditioning. A yummy combination. While this area prepped for more action, her four person group decided to check another area. Martin wanted Melissa to see the 'Take On The Big Man' area.

That area had a crowd of 20 or so, only because nothing was really happening there. Then after she entered, the sort of MC type guy thought he should make his presentation again. He had already made it several times, with no takers. It was a challenge to any female. Would she be on stage and let an African with a giant penis fuck her? This was not a college student or professional from Nigeria or a similar crossover country. This man was from central Africa.

He was seven foot tall, and pulled away a loin cloth that revealed a penis that looked like a log and was over 16 when soft. Since no one was on stage with him, the MC prepped more by saying that 'this' was the way it almost always went when he got to have a volunteer. The stage lights were dimmed close to black, and a little 8mm loop was projected onto a wall screen. In the loop, it showed him hard, which Melissa had no idea what that length was, and entering a white woman from the missionary angle.

Well greased, he started in and immediately started fucking the woman with what he had in. The edits did long jumps through an unknown amount of time, showing him at various stages. At the end of the loop, the woman was frantically cuming on most of his shaft, seemingly oblivious to the tear that took her vulva almost to her ass. Then the loop ran out and the lights came back up.

Even Melissa looked stunned. "Wow, if they can recruit someone, I would be surprised."

Martin jabbed at Melissa, well, at least verbally, "You mean you're not rushing right up there?"

"Let's check back with the gang room." It was as good as any excuse, to avoid Martin's taunt.

Next door at the gangbang room, their version of their MC was announcing that they would have the next bang soon. He was asking if one of the 'girls' felt like going rounds with the guys. Melissa was unaware, that, just behind her, Martin and Robert were pointing down at the 62 sexpot. The MC pointed at Melissa,

"Miss, something tells me that you might be interested in such attention."

She quickly looked around. Martin, Robert and Christopher were looking straight ahead, expressionless, with their hands now beside them or crossed behind their backs. They gave her the 'you need something?' look of assistance. She gave that sly sex smile of hers.

And with that, she marched through the crowd to the stage. Clapping and whistles accompanied her. The MC took her hand as she stepped on stage. He twirled her around.