EVERYWHERE MELISSA LOOKED that day she saw it.
Couples, holding hands and cuddling—in the park, throughout
downtown, and now on the way home.
It was then, as she walked down her tree-lined street—with the
leaves of autumn all about her—that she saw a pair of young
intertwined lovers. They were so intertwined that Melissa couldn’t
tell where one ended and the other began.
She stopped for a moment and stared at their smiling faces, and
couldn’t help think about what they would be doing later,
behind closed doors.
This thought made her shiver, and she tightened her overcoat, and
rushed off down the block.
And saw him.
Coming her way.
Professor Clayton.
Which made her stop once again. And stare at him.
The professor was just a bit under forty, but with his boyish face
and wavy blond hair he looked ten years younger. He was also tall and
well built and had a smile that always made her smile back
involuntarily.
And that’s just what he did at that moment.
“Good morning, Ms. Fellows,” he said as he stopped in
front of her, bowing his head slightly.
“Morning, Professor,” she replied, looking deeply and
warmly into his eyes.
They had known each other for almost five years but still continued
with this odd formality. A formality Melissa desperately wanted to
end, though she was too afraid to end it herself.
To her, the professor was the perfect man. Perfect physically and
emotionally and intellectually. He was her Prince Charming. The man
she’d been waiting all her 35 years for.
The two continued their polite conversation, talking about the
weather and the homecoming at the college where he taught just down
the road.
But eventually they ran out of things to say, which wasn’t
uncommon for them. And, after awkwardly staring at each other for
another few seconds, like two school kids at a dance, he bowed his
head once more and they said their goodbyes. And each walked off in
opposite directions.
Melissa was furious with herself, which wasn’t uncommon. She
wished she had the courage to reach out for what she wanted in life.
But she just didn’t. She just didn’t have it in her. And
knew she never would. And, moments later, as she quickly approached
her house, she silently cursed the professor for not having enough
courage for the both of them, even though she knew it wasn’t
his fault.
Soon she reached the steps of her home; and walked up into the big
empty townhouse her father had willed her, and ran upstairs to her
third-floor bedroom.
Then, once there, she shed her clothes while looking through her
immense video collection, where lay hundreds of videos—DVDs and
many old VHS tapes as well.
All of which were pornographic.
She looked through them carefully even though she well knew which one
she’d watch. The one she always watched whenever she ran into
the professor or thought about him.
The one she was obsessed with.
SHE FIRST SAW a clip of the movie six months earlier on a
video-sharing website called YouPorn.
It was after work one dull Tuesday evening. She came home tired and
depressed, and, after eating a bland microwave dinner, walked over to
her computer and performed her nightly ritual of scanning recent
uploads to the site.
On a good day there would be two or three videos that would titillate
her before retiring to the collection in her bedroom. On this night,
though, she saw something that would change everything.
She saw a video of an actor that looked just like the professor.
The anonymously posted clip was called “Babysitter Seduces
Dad”; and the dad not only looked like the professor but talked
somewhat like him as well. And for just a moment Melissa thought that
it might just have been him.
But she quickly tossed the idea out of her mind. After all, the
professor was a well-bred and distinguished academic at one of the
finest institutions of learning in the country.
What would he possibly be doing in a porn film?
Though, when the action in the film started, she quickly realized
that it didn’t matter if it were him or not. Because he—whoever
he was—was turning her on like she had never been turned on
before.
His character, a single dad living somewhere in suburbia, had just
returned from a bad date. Melissa could see the sadness and
loneliness and vulnerability in his eyes. And she thought this made
him incredibly attractive. She wanted to reach into the screen and
console him. And love him. And wipe the sadness and loneliness away
forever.
“So, how did it go?” asked the babysitter, a small,
girl-next-door type of blonde.
“All right, I guess.”
“Just all right?”
“Well, you know how these things go.”
“Not really.”
“You’ve never been on a date before?”
“Sure, I have. I’ve just never been on one that was only
‘all right.’ It’s always been, like, totally
awesome. For both of us.”
“Well, you’re still young.”
“You’re young still, too.”
“Nah.”
“Sure, you are. You’re as young as you feel.”
“Then, I’m an old, old man.”
“You just need someone to make you feel young again.”
“What do you mean?”
The girl reached up and caressed his chest.
But he quickly grabbed her wrist.
“This is wrong,” he stated, shaking his head.
“Nothing’s wrong,” she replied.
She then stood up on her tiptoes and kissed him.
He tried to break free, but the harder he tried, the harder she
kissed.
Then, when he finally broke free of her, she started unbuttoning her
blouse. “I promise it won’t be just ‘all right’,”
she cooed.
“No,” he told her. But then, then he saw her small
delicate breasts, and no further words could come forth. And, when
she took off her jeans and panties, he leaned back against the wall,
clearly dizzy.
And the next thing he knew his own pants and underwear were off, and
her mouth was upon his huge erection.
Watching this on her computer, Melissa ripped down her skirt and
panties, and completely forgot all about her collection upstairs. For
hours and hours she just sat in front of the screen watching the
ten-minute clip over and over, while fingering herself at a pace
she’d never reached before. And, by the time she passed out
well after midnight, she’d completely lost track of how many
times she had come.
THE NEXT NIGHT, and every night that week, she spent her entire
evening watching the clip.
From the moment she got home she’d watch the professoresque man
plow his thick member into the girl’s pink tininess, imagining
it was her tininess he was plowing into. And then, at the climax of
the video, she’d also imagine that it was her face and breasts
he was shooting his warm muck over.
Soon, she had trouble thinking about anything else but the clip, even
during the day. She saw his erection in everything, and everywhere.
And then, at the end of the week, she had a revelation.
What if there were more? she thought. What if there were more scenes
with him?
So, she posted a comment on YouPorn, asking if anyone knew who the
actor in the clip was or the name of the film from which the clip
came.
But there were no replies to her query. Then, she tried searching for
the same clip on other porn sites. But without success.
Soon she became frantic—feeling desperate to see more of him.
And so she started posting messages on various adult forums. In these
posts she would link to the YouPorn video and beg for any
information.
At first, she had no more success than she had at YouPorn; but, after
dozens of posts and many weeks, someone finally answered.
He said that he didn’t know the name of the actor but thought
the movie was called Neighborhood of Whores.
In reply, she profusely thanked him and searched through every major
porn database on the Internet for the title. But she found nothing
about it there, or even on Google, and became even more frantic.
So, she returned to the forum and privately asked the man where she
might get a hold of a copy. He didn’t know, but told her to try
putting an ad in the classified section of the forum.
She did.
And, a few days later, got a response.
Someone was willing to sell her a copy of the DVD for $15.
She was a bit suspicious of the offer, but she was so desperate that
she sent the person the money anyway. And then waited. And waited.
And waited.
Finally, it came in the mail, on another dull Tuesday. She opened the
plain brown envelope and found a simple unmarked DVD.
Her suspicions were again aroused, and she truly believed she’d
been conned, but she put the disc in her player anyway, and hoped.
And prayed.
And, to her surprise, it was real.
The movie, which contained no actors she’d ever seen before,
was a little over an hour; and, in addition to the babysitter clip,
contained three scenes with her dream man—a guy credited as Lex
Hammond. A guy who was also completely non-existent in the porn
databases.
She loved all three scenes with him, but one she loved in particular.
One that was way better than even the babysitter clip.
One that she now watched whenever she ran into the professor or
thought about him.
AFTER UNDRESSING, MELISSA put on a light silk robe and jumped onto
her big canopy bed. And grabbed the nearby remote. And, as she hit
play, she briefly looked at herself in the mirror standing behind her
TV set.
She wasn’t a beautiful woman. But she wasn’t ugly,
either. She was normal looking. She had a pleasant freckled face and
long brown hair, with small round breasts and a belly that protruded
just a little. And she also had thin fingers, which she used at that
moment to touch herself.
And, for just a second, she felt embarrassed. She felt embarrassed
that this was the way she spent her evenings. She felt embarrassed
that she didn’t have a real man to do all the things the man in
the video did. She felt embarrassed that she didn’t have the
professor himself instead of this imitation.
But her embarrassment didn’t last long. And she returned her
gaze to the monitor just as the professor-like gentleman crossed a
suburban street, toward a house, carrying a plain brown envelope.
He walked up to the front door and rang the bell. And moments later,
a woman opened it.
She didn’t look exactly like Melissa, but she was about the
same height, with roughly the same color hair, and had a similar
build. And was perhaps only a few years older.
“Oh, hello, Brad,” the woman on screen said—words
which were echoed by Melissa, who knew the scene so well and was so
absorbed by it that she said all the woman’s lines along with
her.
“Hello,” Brad replied, with a polite smile.
“How was Jane last night?”
“Excuse me?” he uttered, in a bit of shock.
“Jane. Didn’t she babysit for you last night?”
“Oh, yes. She was fine. Better than fine. You’ve raised a
lovely daughter.”
“Thank you.”
He then handed her the envelope and said, “Here’s your
tax returns.”
“Wow. I wasn’t expecting them for another week.”
“Yeah, well, last night I had a sudden burst of unexpected
energy.”
“You don’t say?”
“Yeah. Well, I, I guess I should be going.”
“Why don’t you come in for a minute. I’ll give you
your check right now. It’ll save me a stamp.”
“Oh, that would be wonderful.”
The video then briefly went black; and, in the next shot, Brad was
sitting on a sofa in the living room nervously tapping his knees as
the woman entered with a check in her hands. And, after sitting down
next to him, she put the check on the coffee table in front of them.
“Thank you very much,” he said with a smile.
“No, thank you very much,” she and Melissa replied.
He picked up the check and put it in his jacket pocket.
“I just want to say,” the two women continued, “you’re
doing an amazing job raising Sue all by yourself.”
“Thanks.”
“It must be tough.”
“Sometimes.”
“You know, I really can’t believe some woman hasn’t
gobbled you up by now. It can’t be because they haven’t
tried.”
“Well, you know.”
“What?”
“There’s just not a whole lot of good women available.
Women who I find interesting. The ones who are available are usually
young and immature and uninteresting, and the interesting ones are
all taken. Like you.”
She chuckled nervously and uttered, “You’re joking,
right?”
“No.”
“But, come on, you’re so good-looking. Why would you be
interested in me?”
“See, that’s exactly what interests me,” he said
with a smile. A smile that Melissa returned.
“What do you mean?” both Melissa and the woman on screen
asked.
“What do I mean? Just the fact that you would say something
like that interests me. You’re so honest. You’re not full
of yourself. And you’re grounded. And, what’s more,
you’re a lot more beautiful than you think.”
“I don’t know what to say,” she and Melissa
whispered, both with a blush. “No one’s ever said
anything that sweet to me before. Especially not my husband.”
“Then, he’s a fool,” he replied, before leaning
over and kissing her gently on the lips.
They kissed for a few seconds before he started unbuttoning her
blouse.
“We can’t do this,” she mumbled, in between soft
moans, moans echoed by Melissa.
“Why not?” he mumbled back.
“I . . . I don’t know.”
He then pulled away her blouse and began fondling her small breasts.
And, while moaning even louder than before, the woman reached back
and removed her bra.
In a flash he sank his mouth on her small nipples, and while
haphazardly undressing himself, tenderly nibbled her.
“Oh, my God,” she mumbled, caressing his face with both
her hands. “That feels so good. My husband never does anything
like that.”
He continued doing this for many minutes, during which time Melissa
fondled her own breasts, and could’ve sworn that she felt his
tongue upon them.
Then, Brad removed the woman’s skirt. And her panties. And
slobbered over her swollen lips, causing the woman and Melissa to
shriek.
“No one’s ever done that to me,” both of them
murmured.
Melissa then started fingering herself, and instantly felt dizzy. And
she muttered, “Yeah, eat that fucking pussy, Professor. Eat
that fucking pussy!”
“You really like doing that?” the woman on screen gasped.
He lifted his wet face and gasped back, “This is my favorite. I
swear it is.”
“Really?”
He replied by again burying his tongue inside her, causing her face
to contort and shake.
“You’re gonna make me come!” she and Melissa
uttered.
He picked up his pace and she started convulsing. “I’m
coming!” both women screamed. “I’m fucking coming!”
Melissa came so hard that her hand became soaking wet.
Then, after the briefest of pauses, Brad continued licking and
slurping and prodding his tongue. Minute after minute he relentlessly
went after her, through orgasm after orgasm, each of which was shared
by Melissa.
Finally, the woman on screen stopped Brad. “No more,” she
said, with sweat pouring down her face. “I want you inside me.
I wanna feel your come.”
He stood up, and she leaned over and took his hardening member into
her mouth. And sucked on it. And slurped it. And slobbered over it.
And soon her whole chin was covered in saliva—saliva that was
dripping down onto her breasts.
“That’s enough,” he begged.
She pulled his massive erection out of her mouth—desperate for
air—and then stretched out onto the couch, staring at his
wetness.
“It’s so fucking big,” she and Melissa whispered.
“Put it in. Put it in me now.”
He fell on top of her and slowly squeezed himself into her tightness,
causing both her and Melissa to squeal with pleasure.
“Fuck me!” both women cried. The one on screen grasped
Brad’s back and flattened him against her chest. “Fuuuuuuuuck!”
He answered her by thrusting his engorged member in and out of her.
Soon the camera moved behind them, focusing tightly on their
coupling.
This was Melissa’s favorite porn shot. And, as she watched, she
stuffed four fingers inside her and worked them to the exact pace on
screen. And her eyes, which bored into the monitor, became blurry.
And her body started shaking.
The couple in the film quickly ceased being human. They became wild
animals ravaging one another—pounding their flesh with abandon
and an almost supernatural fury.
“You’re so fucking beautiful!” he howled, his face
clenched and his body covered in sweat.
He then started bucking madly, knocking both of them onto the carpet.
Melissa, too, fell—onto her cold wooden floor.
“Fucking come!” the woman on screen yelled, pounding his
back with her fists. “Fucking come in me now!”
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!” he cried, shaking all over, joined by
the two women.
He immediately fell over on his side, and saw his whiteness gushing
out of her—gushing out of her endlessly.
Which sent Melissa into convulsions. She could feel his warmth, both
in and out of her. It was everywhere. And it just wouldn’t
stop.
And then suddenly she gasped, clutching her heart.
And everything went dark.
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