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"MMMM!...MMMM!...MMMM!...MMMM!" escaped past Melissa's gag. Her head was moving from side to side and her hips were thrusting to meet the stranger's mouth. Her body was coated with a thin film of sweat. Melissa was past the point of no return. Mentally, she was no longer tied down in Greenwich Park. Her mind was in that separate place that people go to mentally when sexually aroused in the extreme.
I one fluid motion, the stranger lifted his face from Melissa's crotch and moved up to lay on her chest. Melissa moaned softly as he slipped his penis into her well lubricated vagina and started moving in time with her. His pelvis was pressed against hers, maintaining pressure against her clit as they moved together.
"Mmmm...mmmm....mmmm..." Melissa moaned as he moved inside her. As he began increasing his pace, she followed suit, moving with him as they both became more aroused. Faster and faster he drove into her as her responses became more intense.
Melissa was writhing in the grass, moaning in time with the thrusts into her body. Her excitement was building. She could feel herself approaching orgasm. "Oh God! Oh GOD! OH GOD!!!!" he groaned in Melissa's ear as he reached his limit of endurance. "UUUUHHHHHHHHH OOOOHHHHhhhhh!!!!"
"MMMMMMMMM! MMMM! MMMMMMMMmmmmmm!" The orgasm swept through Melissa at the same time that she felt him cumming inside her. Still he was driving into her as she moved to keep pace with him. They were both being wracked by the orgasms they were experiencing. Finally, with a last shudder of their bodies, they both collapsed, breathing deeply to catch their breath.
Slowly, Melissa's mind cleared. The weight pressing her to the ground brought her to reality. The realization of what she had just done sickened her. How could she have reacted like that? How could she have co-operated? How?
She felt the body on top of her begin to move. Slowly, he lifted himself off of her, withdrawing from her as he did. Standing up, he rearranged his cloths and fastened his trousers.
"Mmmmmmmmm." Melissa looked at him, her eyes pleading with him not to leave her like this. "Sorry, luv." he said. "If I turn you loose, you may turn me in. Besides, it's not sporting to interfere with someone else's game." With that, he turned and walked away.
Feelings of frustration, rage and betrayal flooded through her as the tears rolled down the sides of her face. This wasn't fair. This just wasn't FAIR! She hadn't DONE anything! She didn't DESERVE this!
Melissa lay helpless in the grass, crying out her pain. She lost track of time as her mind searched for reasons that didn't exist. PART III Melissa had no idea how long it had been since the stranger had finished with her and left. She knew that the sun was beginning to dip into the western sky and the shadows were beginning to stretch across the grass floor of the park. The three sailors had been gone for a good part of the afternoon. Maybe they had forgotten about her. Maybe they were on their way back to London, leaving her helpless and on her own. She wasn't sure which frightened her more, the prospect of them coming back, or the prospect of them not coming back.
It was then that she heard the noise in the distance. It sounded like singing. Very, very bad singing. Melissa realized it was the three American sailors returning, and they sounded quite drunk. They were bad enough before. What would they be like drunk?