Jeff Collins

Blackmailed swingers

CHAPTER ONE

"Damn it, Darren, I thought you wanted to fuck!"

"I do, baby," Darren Rethro said from the window of his apartment where he was fisting his dick into rigid erection.

He was looking directly down into the scoop necked dress of a beautiful blonde. She stood one story below, at the door of the manager's office.

She was tall enough to be called statuesque. Her faintly bronze complexion gave her the look of a sun-drenched native who spent all her free time on the beach. Her ample tits bounced under the material of her blouse. She wasn't wearing a bra. Her shapely legs, long and supple, were tantalizing looking. She was definitely the kind of girl whom men would notice, and she was entirely aware of that fact.

She must be the new tenant in 4-B, Darren thought. Damn, what a body. He wondered how long it would take to get in her pants.

"Shit, if we're not gonna fuck, I'm goin' home!"

"In a second, Carrie, in a second," Darren said. Carrie Gayle lay on the bed behind him, naked, fingering the lips of her hungry pussy. She really didn't care for Darren Rethro, but he was the only guy in the apartment house who was always available for sex in the afternoons. And, since Carrie was a stripper who worked nights – under the name of Virgin Waters – she usually got the hot-to-trots in the afternoons.

At last Rethro turned to face her. A smile spread across her face when she saw that his dick had hardened into a huge steel rod. His grin, as he moved to the bed, told Carrie what was on his mind.

"Oh, shit, Darren… no! I just want to fuck this time!"

"Just a few games, baby… first," Darren replied.

Darren went to the closet and returned with a long black whip. Carrie shivered. He snapped the whip once in the air and she stiffened at the sound.

"Don't cut me, damn you!" she cried, rolling over onto her belly. She hated this part of it, but, dear Lord, she sure loved the after-part. When Darren would fall on her and ream her with that big dick of his!

Darren brought his arm up. The black whip snapped across her naked ass. She jumped slightly and yelped.

"Wonderful," he sighed.

Then he used his hand soundly on one cheek of her ass. Already the moans coming from her mouth betrayed passion rather than pain.

The cunt, Darren thought, she loves it. She just won't admit it!

He grabbed her and pulled her to the floor. With Carrie across his knees, her lush buttocks upraised, he began to spank her hard.

"Ouch! Ow!" the girl exclaimed.

He spanked her, then stroked her creamy ass. "So much flesh," he said with his eyes bright with lust. "So much wonderful flesh!"

"Shit, Darren," Carrie whined, close to weeping, "fuck me now! Put some cock in me!"

"Soon, baby, soon." He handed her the whip. "Now me!"

As soon as Carrie held the whip in her hand, she had the urge to try to beat him to death. What would it take to kill him?

"Come on, Carrie, I'm waiting," he begged. He stood in the center of the room. The marks of his former beatings criss-crossed darkly over his pale flesh.

The first stroke was light and it caught him across the shoulders. Carrie was doing her best to restrain herself.

"You can do better than that!"

The next stroke was harder, whipping across his ass. He winced. "That's it. Again!"

Carrie began to smile as she lashed his ass. His dick was throbbing now, even harder than before. What an asshole, she thought. He's a sadist who wants to humiliate women.

"Again!" he cried, out.

Two, three, four more times Carrie lashed the whip against his damp body. Sweat poured from his flesh with each stroke. She avoided striking his old lash marks, afraid to start blood flowing.

Smack!

"You're getting me there!" Darren cried as the whip struck his body again.

Smack!

"Just once more!"

Carrie could see that the whip had ignited his passion and it was now filling his dick. She aimed for his cock. A hard strike there could end his pleasures for life.

At the last split-second she turned her wrist so that the whip struck his thigh.

Darren rushed her, shoving her body against the wall. "Now, baby!" he hissed, trying to hunch his cock into her.

"No! Shit, Darren, the bed!" Carrie wailed, on fire herself now. "Pour your meat to me on the bed! I want it all! Hard!"

"Not yet – too hot!" he moaned.

He slipped a middle finger up into her hole and started to finger-fuck her, slowly, teasing her, driving her wild with desire. Her pussy oozed juices, and she caressed her tits, kneading them, exciting herself.

Carrie felt his middle finger penetrate her asshole as he finger-fucked her faster and faster. She panted and moaned as she started to move her cunt up and down in response to the two fingers which were buried in her, separated only by a thin wall of skin.

"Jesus, you really know how to make a girl want it, don't you?" she panted.

"You like that?" he asked. "You like something up your asshole?" He was dragging her slowly, awkwardly, to the bed.

"I told you," she sighed, "I want everything." He took his fingers out of her cunt and asshole, maneuvering himself on the bed so that he was kneeling between her legs. He grabbed her by the hips and easily lifted her up. She draped her legs over his shoulders as he licked her inner thighs with the tip of his tongue.

"Lick me, lick it until I come!" she moaned.

Then he slowly ran his tongue up and down the length of her slit. Her tits lolled from side to side as she squirmed beneath him. Then he suddenly mashed his mouth against her cuntlips, thrusting his tongue as far up into her hole as he could. He held it there and poked and probed around. His teeth grated against her hairy mound.

"Ohhh, God, I need it!" Carrie breathed as her fingers lightly traced the length of his prick.

Overtaken by what he was doing to her, she turned on her side. She lifted her leg so Darren could again press his face to her cunt.

"Your turn," she said as she got on her knees.

Lightly she touched her lips to each thigh, then gently kissed his cock. She started at the base of his towering meat and lightly eased her lips along the underside.

"Ohhh, you're so big," she moaned as her fingers circled and squeezed him. She drew back, stared at the hard flesh, then leaned over and consumed him with her lips.

She closed her mouth over the throbbing head and began to suck. Slowly his cock went into her mouth, and she felt her throat swell as the head of his cock went all the way into her mouth until his balls were against her chin. Then it came out again – long, hard and dripping with her warm saliva.

"Ohhh, yeah," Darren crooned. "Suck it, baby, take it! Take it all! Take every fucking inch of it!" he mumbled, driving his hips down, pushing his meat deeper and deeper.

Gurgling, working saliva over the heated knob, Carrie sucked. Then, releasing the throbbing shaft with her hands, she moved them around and savagely gripped his ass cheeks.

Darren sensed her action and drove downward again with his hips as she pulled. His delicious meat, all of it, right down to his balls and pubic hair, drove into her throat.

Directly in front of her eyes she could see his asshole. Impulsively, her fingers inched toward the crack. His hips jerked convulsively and his cock throbbed wildly as her index finger slithered into the hole.

He wiggled, telling her with his hips, his movement, that it was time that she should release the hold her teeth had and allow him to pump into her mouth.

"Oh, shit, I'm gonna come! You want it in your mouth, baby?"

"Yes! Do it!" Carrie gasped. She cupped the fat, hairy sac at her chin. Frantically, she fucked her finger in and out of his asshole.

She watched the slick shaft slip out of her mouth, then grind back. Again she watched it withdraw, pulling back until only the head was embedded. He was coming. She could feel it inching up from his balls in the palm of her hand, growing stronger, forming a knot at the root of the meat in her face.

He gurgled something unintelligible, and then suddenly threw his legs back. His weight came down on her as he ground his giant prick into her throat.

Carrie gulped the first glob of cum. She worked her throat muscles, coaxing the juice from his cock. She was being smothered, choked on the outside by his weight, and by the cum in her throat. But she didn't care. She didn't care about anything except the thick juice pouring into her mouth, coating her throat all the way down to her belly in streams of thick, hot cum.

"Don't stop!" she cried as the dick in her mouth stopped creaming.

Darren pumped faster, jerking his meat in and out, trying to spew another load. But his cock seemed to be momentarily fucked out. It began to grow limp, to hang from her mouth.

Carrie sucked with all her might. Working her middle finger high in his rectum, gyrating her ass, her pussy, she greedily drank the hot cum as electric shocks raced up her spine. She was on fire. Her pussy wanted some.

"Fuck me, Darren! Your cock is still hard enough! Fuck me with it!"

Darren slipped his prick from her mouth with a soft, popping sound. Cum oozed down her chin. "No way," he moaned, flopping onto his back. "I'm beat."

"You prick!" she hissed. "I didn't get a come!"

"Tough shit and shut up. You're gonna get the neighbors up here."

"You bastard!"

"Get out, Carrie!"

"No! Not till I come!" she screamed.

Darren slapped her hard across the tits. "Carrie! If you don't get the fuck out of here, I'm gonna break one of your damn arms."

With the lease signed and the deposit put down, Melissa Trent walked up the stairs to 4-B. She could smell the odor of cleaning fluids before she got through the door.

But soon, very soon, Melissa thought, it will smell like me… and my new life.

There was a couch, a couple of big chairs, a few tables and lamps, all very neat and clean. The living room was separated from a phone booth sized dining area by a counter, and the tiny kitchen had fairly new appliances and crisp curtains at the window.

She started to make some coffee. While it was perking, she went to the phone and dialed a number.

"Hullo," a sleepy voice slurred.

"Bob?"

"Yeah, who's this?"

"Jeez, you're here!" the voice cried, suddenly very awake. "When did you get in?"

"Just a couple of hours ago. Thanks far setting up the apartment for me."

"S'okay," he replied, then paused. "Is it over?"

"Yeah," Melissa said. "For good. The divorce will be final in four months."

"I'm happy for you, Melissa. And I hope you're happy."

"You could make me happier," she replied.

"Say how?"

"I haven't been fucked in over a month," she giggled.

"Say no more! I'll be there in an hour!"

"See you!" She hung up the phone and couldn't help smiling as the image of Bob's face came back to her. It would be good to see him again.

Precisely one hour later, she answered the knock at the door. She was greeted by a laughing cackle coming from behind a large bucket of chicken.

"Thought you might be hungry," Bob said as he peered around the bucket.

Melissa leaned forward and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Thanks. My stomach was just beginning to think my throat had been cut."

She put the chicken on the table and turned to face him. He reached for her and hugged her to his chest.

"It's good to see you again Melissa," he said seriously. "I began to wonder if you were going to come." He kissed her affectionately and then plopped into a chair. "Tell me all about whatever you did."

Melissa felt warmly comfortable. Bob was an old, dear friend. He was the kind of person she felt at home with. Maybe because he was no threat to her. He had never pried, just accepted her for herself.

"Soon. Let's eat first."

She sat down opposite him at the table and poured him a cop of coffee, then opened the bucket of chicken. They ate in silence, now and then glancing up at one another expectantly. They finished and Bob leaned back in his chair.

"Did you mean it?" he asked. "What?"

"That you haven't been fucked in a month?"

"Of course."

"Well, then, let's don't change the subject," he grinned, his boyish handsomeness warming her heart. "Let's fuck."

"The bed isn't made?" Melissa giggled.

"We'd just mess it up anyway," he laughed, taking her hand and leading her down the hall.

CHAPTER TWO

Melissa and Bob Lange had been high-school sweethearts and lovers. He had broken her cherry when she was fifteen, and they had dated the rest of the way through school.

Then Melissa graduated and went to photography school. Slowly they had drifted apart, seeing each other only now and then. They still made wild love together, but it was different, freer. They didn't need each other as much as before.

Then Bob got a job in a big advertising firm in L.A. and left the small Midwestern city where they lived. Melissa, seeing Bob's success, was even more determined to forge a career for herself as a commercial photographer.

She missed Bob and she missed their sessions of fantastic sex.

But then she had met Carl West. Carl headed his own architectural firm. He was twice divorced, very rich, very handsome, and a great deal older than Melissa. Perhaps, for that reason, he had literally swept her off her feet.

They had three dates before Carl even tried to touch her, but on the evening of the third date, he not only tried, he wouldn't take no for an answer.

That was the first night he had taken her to his house. To Melissa it was more like a mansion, or a castle.

"You're even more beautiful tonight than ever," he said, his voice low and even.

"And you're more handsome," she said, "than the man I used to dream about as a little girl. I knew you'd come someday and carry me off to your castle."

"How would you like it to be your castle?"

"What?"

"Never mind," Carl said, his handsome face breaking into a wide grin. "We'll talk about that later."

Her body seemed to be flowing as she moved into his arms. Their bodies molded together as if welded by the heat of their mutual passion. He could feel her hard nipples burning into his chest.

Her arms went around his neck and his hands wound themselves in the silkiness of her hair, pulling her beautiful face toward him. His kiss was like fire as his tongue found hers in quick, darting movements. She returned the kiss with his own ardor, probing and searching his mouth, tasting its pent-up desire and sweetness.

Her body moved against his, lost in the rapture of her desire. Her movements became more intense; her hands moved across his strong shoulders down to the small of his back, kneading the flesh as they explored. She unfastened his belt and zipper, then fondled his hard cock. His meat virtually leaped into her caressing hand, throbbing and pulsating in the heat of his need for her.

He kicked his pants off, swept her into his arms and moved to the rug in front of the fireplace.

Gently, he set her on the rug and straightened to remove the rest of his clothes. When at last he was naked, he stood above her, the firelight dancing across his body.

The hard beauty of him drew her like a magnet. Melissa kissed his legs as her head moved upward until she was on her knees before him.

"It's mine," she breathed, smiling up at him.

She captured his prick with her lips, her head bobbing, moans of pleasure coming from her full throat, until Carl thought he would burst and it would be all over, at once.

He let her continue, gently moving his hips and caressing the back of her head. The softness of her lips and the darting tongue had driven him to the point where further endurance was impossible.

He pulled his cock from her thirsty mouth and slid to the rug beside her. He kissed over her body. The sight of her white, nude body writhing against the rug sent a surge of lust through him. Her eyes were glazed as she looked up at him and smiled.

"Do anything," she said. "Anything you want to, Carl."

"I want all of you. I want to feel you, I want to taste you."

"Then do it. Do it," she murmured.

Slowly, Carl parted her legs and moved his head downward, kissing her firm white skin. Wider and wider he spread her legs, his hands on her ankles, until, at last, she felt the soft pussy hair on her cunt tickle his chin and lips. Gently he probed until his tongue found its target.

He flicked outward with his tongue, teasing her cunt-lips. He parted the hair-fringed slit and, delving directly into the hole of her pussy, started licking and sucking her soft flesh. The hard tip of his tongue explored from the hole of her ass to the bud of her clitoris and then back clown again. Back and forth, back and forth, he slid his tongue, exciting the walls of her inner cunt and making them ooze more and more of their honeyed juice.

Beneath him, Melissa began to squirm and moan. She pulled his head hard into her gaping cunt.

"Oh, Carl, my God, I've never been sucked like this before – never! Oh, yes, suck it! Eat it, Carl! Take my pussy up into your mouth and eat it!"

Carl rocked his head from side to side, matching the rhythm of her hips. His tongue became a hot flame shooting through her cuntlips, sending her again and again to the peak, without pushing her over. He was careful to keep her just at the peak of pleasure.

At last she arched her back, driving her hips against him, grinding her wet, gooey cunt into his face.

"Yes, yes! Now!" she cried. "Now! It's so good, my darling! Now!"

She raised her legs, freeing her ankles from his grasp, and locked her thighs around his head. Tighter and tighter she squeezed and then she relaxed with a long, wailing, ecstatic cry.

"I love you," Carl breathed, his eyes roaming again over her body. He leaned down and smothered her mouth with his.

Melissa returned his kiss eagerly, again awakening the fire in both their bodies. She trailed the outline of his muscular arm to the tips of his fingers. They kissed again, his tongue driving into her mouth.

"Ohhh," she moaned, her hand squeezing his huge prick, its head now purple with lust. She pulled on his massive cock, urging it toward her clasping, hairy cuntlips. "Ohhh, Carl, it's so good! It's so big, so big! Give it to me! I want it, darling! Please, I want it now!"

She reached for his cock as he gripped her hip and rolled her body toward him. Her hand closed around his cock as he flattened a hand against her cunt. She arched toward him, letting the smooth curves of her belly, thighs and tits press against his body. He dipped a finger into her moist and ready slit.

"I love you, Melissa."

"Oh, I love you too, Carl!" Her hands closed on his shoulders as he moved over her. She smiled happily up at him.

He lowered his weight to her body, filling the empty gap between her legs and letting his cock angle into the entrance of her cunt. He felt her warm moist cunt-lips open up to take his meat, and when she brought her knees up to clasp his waist he eased into her.

"Ohhh, yes, yes! Oh, God, you feel so wonderful, darling!" Melissa moaned, tightening her grip on his shoulders and his hips. "Fuck me, fuck me!"

His long cock drove into her depths. He plunged against her. He pressed on as Melissa cried beneath him, forced her to open her cunt.

She moved herself so that her legs were hooked behind his neck and her cunt was right in line with his prick.

"You're beautiful," he rasped.

"You're beautiful," Melissa replied. "And I think you have a very fine cock."

"Thank you," Carl responded. "And I might say that your cunt is quite admirable, too."

They laughed at the ridiculous conversation.

And then they both came together in a blinding orgasm.

CHAPTER THREE

Two months later, Melissa became Mrs. Carl West. And not long after that, she found out what being Mrs. Carl West meant. He wouldn't tolerate her taking any outside assignments. She was to do only work for his, firm. If she wanted to photograph models, she could do it at her own studio in the house, but not commercially.

Very quickly, Melissa lost all her independence and became merely a shadow of her husband. If that wasn't bad enough, she came home early one afternoon and found Carl fucking one of her models on the studio floor and eating a second one at the same time.

When she screamed, Carl merely turned his face from the dripping pussy and said: "Get out! I'll get to you later!"

Then the rumors spread about Carl's other women. A few he actually kept, others he just used and discarded. One of these was his secretary, who came to Melissa and told her everything.

Melissa faced Carl with the facts and threatened to have an affair herself. Instead of capitulating, he beat her bloody and then raped her.

For two years she put up with him. And then Bob Lange returned for a vacation. He called and asked to drop by and say hello.

"No, Bob, I'll meet you. Where are you?"

"I'm staying at the folks' old place."

"I'll be there in an hour."

For most of that hour, Melissa fortified herself with scotch. "Well," she slurred to herself as she climbed into the car, "will you tell him what a shitty life you've got, or will you fake and fill him full of bullshit about what a wonderful marriage you made?"

She parked the sleek convertible under a large oak tree at the corner of the house. It was partially concealed by large azalea bushes.

She got out of the car and ran unsteadily to the porch. Bob caught her in his arms as she stumbled, almost falling. He picked her up and carried her into the house, kicking the door shut behind him.

"I didn't know you'd be half drunk," he said, laughing as he released his hold, dropping her down on the sofa.

"Why shouldn't I drink?" Melissa sobbed, suddenly unable to hold back her tears. "I'm a lost soul, Bob. You see, I'm Mrs. Carl West. Oh, God, how I hate that cruel bastard!"

"Then why don't you leave him, Melissa?"

"I tried that twice. Once I made it all the way to Pennsylvania. I thought I was free of him, but I wasn't. He came after me, beat the hell out of like."

"Jesus," Bob hissed, and fixed them drinks. They sat, talked, and Melissa told him the whole story.

"And so," she said, summing up. "I never tried to run away from him again."

"I understand, baby," Bob said sympathetically. He freshened their drinks and turned around to the sofa.

Melissa was removing her clothes. He watched as each item was dropped to the floor. She shoved her panties down and stooped to pick them up. She smiled at him, tossing them into the air. Then her eyes followed them to the floor.

"Now when you get hot, honey, you won't have to work so hard to get to my body. I'm ready to give you what you want, Bob. Really ready!" Melissa took a deep breath, her lush tug jiggling with the motion, then reached for her drink.

Bob could feel hot flashes of excitement building in him as he sat across from her. There was nothing as exciting as a gorgeous nude woman offering her pussy for the taking.

He gulped down his drink, dropped the empty glass from his hand and reached for her. Melissa finished her drink, put the glass down and went into his arms.

She was young and wonderful to look at. She was twenty-three, with blue eyes, white even teeth and firm, pointed tits. Her enticing body was well tanned, and the lips moving to his were soft, provocative and sensuous.

Bob pulled her into his arms and kissed long and hard. Her warm lips worked against his, her tongue darted forward, hotly exploring his mouth. Enjoyment from the working of her tongue sent rippling waves of lust racing through his body.

Melissa pulled away, lowering one arm to trace a pattern down his chest. Bob sucked in his breath as her high, lilting tits jiggled and bounced with the movement.

And then reality hit him. She was married. And not only that, she was married to a rich and powerful man. He could fuck her, yes, but he couldn't help her. Bob wasn't the marrying kind. At least, not yet.

"Look, honey, maybe we'd better do a little thinking about this," he said.

"What's to think?" Melissa slurred, drinking the rest of her drink. "Let's fuck!"

"Jesus, Melissa."

Her nudity was having its effect. He could feel his prick expanding in his trousers. He'd always loved fucking her.

Melissa could see his bulge, and it was also having an effect on her. "Jesus, you've got a big dick. I know it's a beautiful hard-on… naked, Bob."

He looked down.

Sure enough, his cock was like a tent pole in the front of his pants. He looked at her. She was caressing her inner thigh. The fingers played up and down the flesh, going a little higher towards her pussy with each movement. He could see that a drop of creamy moisture had seeped from her cuntal slit to glisten on the ends of her downy pussy hair.

Bob was too hot to cool down and he knew it. The only cunt he'd fucked for almost a month was his secretary, and she was nothing compared to the beautiful girl who was now standing before him, practically shoving her pussy in his face.

Melissa arched her arms over her head so he could see her hard-tipped nipples. The proud flesh of her tits rode high and firm. The nipples were the size of silver dollars.

"Do you want what I think you want?"

She was tired of playing games with him. She was already so hot that she could almost come by rubbing her thighs together. She came bluntly to the point. "I want some dick in me. Right now! Yours!"

She climbed onto the sofa and stuck her ass in the air.

Bob looked and his mouth watered. He wanted to mount her from behind and plow a furrow up her asshole.

"What are you," she growled, "some kind of self-control specialist?"

"Why?"

"Because I stick my ass and my pussy in your face and you don't do a damn thing! How can you not touch me? I can hardly keep my hands off your cock, but it's not very ladylike to play with you before you even make a play for me!"

She rolled off the sofa and was on him like a cat. The fingers of one hand tore at the buttons of his shirt. The other attacked his belt and pulled the zipper of his pants downward.

"The bed!" she panted, leading him across the room. She peeled down his clothes, careful not to touch his sizzling skin. Bob let her work his pants and shorts free. He tossed his shirt onto the floor.

As he turned to face her, she was staring at him.

"Jesus, what a magnificent man!" she gasped.

Her big tits bobbed up and down delightfully. Bob wanted to curl his tongue around the blunt sweetness of her saucy nipples. Her tummy, covered with soft, curly hair was flat. The slit of her cunt was totally obscured by the thick mat of her blonde cunt fur.

"You sure you know what you're doing, Melissa?"

"Yes," she said, almost gasping. "Yes, Bob, I need you so!" She was trembling as she ran her hands down his body, clasping his hard cock.

She received an immediate response. Bob groaned with desire as his prick hardened to its fullest length and girth. Melissa moaned and wriggled her body flat on the bed, spreading her legs wide apart. Encircling her waist with his arms, he drew her close to him and pressed his lips against her neck in a warm kiss. He slid his hands up her rib-cage and felt her heart pounding as he cupped her tits.

Melissa squirmed sensuously against him as he fondled the full mounds of her tits. The satiny flesh rippled under his touch as he squeezed the meat to pucker the nipple. He rubbed the throbbing tip between his fingers as she gurgled happily.

While he kissed her cheek, she ran her hands over her flesh.

The sight of her softly, curved body was too much for Bob. Bob's cock jabbed her belly as she flowed into his embrace and pressed her tits to his chest. He ran his hands over her bare back. She was panting with desire as his lips descended onto her open mouth.

He plunged his tongue inside her hot mouth, bringing muffled sounds of delight from Melissa's throat as she tongue-fucked his. Her arms encircled his neck. Her belly snuggled up against his cock. His hands came around her ass cheeks, and her thighs rubbed up and down against the head of his throbbing prick.

They seemed to be welded together as their passions increased with the heat of their kisses.

Melissa writhed her hips as she felt his stiff dick rub against her cunt. Struggling to get closer to him, she lifted her leg across his hip, locked her foot against his thigh, and thrilled to the feeling of his hard cock squirming into her cunt.

Sweat gleamed on their naked bodies as they fucked together and worked each other to higher levels of passion. Melissa shivered with pleasure and spread her legs wide apart to open herself completely for his hard dick.

"Get on top, darling," she said. "Get on top and pound your big cock down into me hard!"

She pulled her pussy away from his meat and threw herself onto her back with her legs high in the air.

"Oh, baby, you're even better than before," Bob croaked.

"So are you," she smiled, parting her soaked cuntal lips with her fingers. "A hundred times better! Put it back in me!"

Panting with uncontrollable desire to again enter that young, hot body, Bob worked his hips until he could feel the head of his prick come into contact with the soft lips of the begging cunt.

Melissa let muffled squeals of rapture erupt from her throat as she felt the broad cockhead spread her lips. Her muscles twitched in anticipation of being filled by male meat.

Bob rammed his prick down, then forward and up. Melissa braced her heels against the mattress and raised her hips to meet and engulf the driving tool.

"My God, it's big!" she panted, reaching up and passionately kissing his sweating cheek. "It feels so fucking good and hard and deep! Give me a good fucking, honey! Make me feel all of it!"

She wrapped her arms tightly around him as she felt the friction of his cock beginning to slide in and out of her cunt. The feeling of his muscular body between her thighs sent tremors of delight through her. Her belly was a willing target for the pounding prick that thrust relentlessly inside her pussy. The bed creaked in time with the powerful penetration of his throbbing dick into her lithe body. Their bellies slapped wetly together with the rhythm of their fucking.

Then, with a final thrust, Bob jammed his cock deep into the hot wetness of her cunt. Melissa squealed as she waited for his boiling cum. His prick jerked savagely inside her and a hot jet of juice bathed the walls of her pussy. She rode wave after wave of rapture as she felt the male liquid bombard the inside of her belly.

Their breathing slowly returned to normal, but the ecstatic feeling of their fuck didn't leave. Bob started to shift his weight, but Melissa gripped her legs more tightly around him and pleaded: "Leave it in for a little longer, darling! Let it fuck!"

Suddenly a harsh laugh sounded above them. Bob tried to jump to his feet as he heard the coarse, sneering voice.

And when he turned, the whole world exploded in his face.

Carl beat both of them bloody, but Bob worst of all. Bob spent the rest of his vacation in a hospital bed.

Melissa managed to see Bob just before his return to Los Angeles. She begged him to help her, and he agreed.

It took three months for Bob to set up the photo job with his firm and the apartment and the car.

But when he called Melissa, she was more than ready to go.

CHAPTER FOUR

Watching her remove her clothes, Bob decided that if he ever did decide to stick with one woman, Melissa would probably be his choice. Her fantastic body, plus her ability and rampant desire for fucking, made her truly a woman among women.

"Let me grab a quick shower," she said, tripping from the room.

"Hey!"

"Just a quick one," she laughed.

While she was gone, Bob took the time to get rid of his clothes. He was naked and hard when Melissa returned to the bedroom with a towel around her beautiful body.

She started for him, then hesitated. She cupped her hand under one tit, sensuously making the nipple pout outwards. The hornier he gets, she thought, the better the fuck!

And she was already hot and horny herself from seeing his hard cock waiting for her. She wanted that prick inside her belly. She could feel the all too familiar itch deep inside her pussy.

Carefully, she adjusted the big bath towel around her body so that it revealed her without really exposing her. Just the thing to drive him really crazy! The towel came down far enough to conceal her cunt, but just barely. From the rear, he just got a glimpse of the white skin of her plump, ripe ass cheeks. She squeezed her big tits together and made them bulge out of the top of the towel.

"Just what the fuck are you doing?" Bob chuckled.

"Getting you hot, darling," she giggled. "How am I doing?"

"Fantastic."

Very, very slowly the towel was slipping down her body, exposing more and more of white flesh, still glistening from her shower.

The towel slipped over her breasts, revealing them in all their pink-tipped glory. Her tits never failed to thrill him. Her quivering tits were creamy white, the large nipples topping them a deep pink. He relished the si ht of her big globes and he felt his balls tighten with cum.

The towel was slipping farther now, over her belly, and Bob braced himself for the sight of her hairy cunt.

"Getting hot enough, darling?"

"I'm gonna rape you if you screw around two more seconds!" he groaned, fisting his dick.

Then she turned around so that her ass pointed toward him. She knew this striptease had to be making him hot, and she was determined to draw it out until he could stand no more. It was turning her on, too. The tremors she felt inside told her that her cunt was more than ready to be filled by his hard dick. She wouldn't be able to take the ache of desire much longer.

Then she turned around to face him. She dropped the towel to the floor. The spectacle of her body was revealed as she walked toward him, her tits jiggling delightfully little droplets of water from her shower caught in her pubic fur.

When she came to him, he sat up on the bed, reaching for her wet, soft body, yearning to touch her flesh, to nuzzle his face in her tits. But all of a sudden she stopped just beyond the reach of his arms and cupped her tits in her hands, tantalizing him with the sight of her hard nipples.

"Does my body turn you on, darling?" she murmured, her voice thick with excitement.

"Yeah," he gulped, his voice cracking as he squeezed his tortured cock.

"Do you like my tits?" she whispered, slowly caressing them, enjoying the feel of her own palms rubbing the pulsing nipples. "Do my tits make you hot?"

"Yes, yes! Your tits are fantastic, baby! Please, let me feel them!" For a second he thought she was going to stop teasing him and come into his arms. She started to come closer, then stopped, just an inch from his grasp.

She ran her hand down between her legs and stroked her pussy. "And my cunt? Are you hot for my cunt?"

"Yes! Yes!"

She pulled open the lips of her cunt so he could see the moist flesh inside. She saw the pleasure and lust in his eyes, and his cock was twitching so hard it was almost coming.

"I want your prick in me!" she panted. "I want your prick in my cunt!"

"Why the hell are you doing this?" Bob gasped. Melissa's voice softened. "Because, my darling Bob, I want to get us both to the top. I want the first time out here to be the best yet!"

Before he realized it, she swung her leg up to the bed and her body toward his face. Bob was staring at her gaping cunt.

The pubic hair around her pussy was almost pure blonde, and it gave her pussy the appearance of being larger than it was.

The inner lips of her cunt protruded slightly, and from them flowed thick streams of glistening pussy juice. Bob gasped when he looked down a bit farther and saw that her cunt hole gaped wide open, beckoning to him. He could actually see where the pink walls got darker as they disappeared up her cunt. The downy hair around the hole was at least three inches thick and heavily matted. It glistened with the clear flow of her cuntal juices.

He looked up between the mountains of her tits and his eyes met hers. She seemed to be able to read his thoughts. She took three fingers of her right hand and ran them smoothly up her slit. They dripped with cunt juice as she studied them for a moment and then popped them into her mouth. She sucked them dry and smiled at him.

"Eat it, darling," she cooed. "Suck my sweet pussy!"

"Goddamn, honey, you sure have changed since the old days!" he gasped.

"So have you, Bob. Both of us have changed – for the better. Want my meat?"

Without waiting for an answer, she moved her cunt, inch by inch, closer to his face. She pressed her inner thighs so hard against the side of his head that he thought she would crush him.

"Oh, lover," she moaned, squeezing his head, "I want your tongue – I want it a lot!"

Then she was there, and Bob was suddenly aware of a honey-sweet sensation coursing through him. She rubbed her clit roughly against his face until cunt juice dribbled down onto his chin.

He wanted to suck her, wanted to drive his face up into her sweet pussy. Suddenly she screamed in joy as she felt his long, hot tongue drive deep into her wildly quivering cunt. Soon both were moaning almost continuously and their bodies writhed in wanton abandonment as the delicious sensations built up to an intolerable pressure in their throbbing loins.

Bob's cock was burning, aching to be sucked, too. But all his attention was riveted on her cunt. His tongue shot up into her hole. His tongue rolled lovingly between the hungry cuntlips. His lips made slopping sounds as he sucked her cunt, her hips going up and down as she fucked his clinging mouth.

He felt her body twist above him. She came, burying his chin in her pussy hair. Soon he felt it grow even damper. Her juice had seeped in waves out of her cunt. Her hair became matted with it.

But suddenly she was gone. Bob opened his eyes and saw her standing beside the edge of the bed.

"You want to put it in me, don't you, lover?" she smiled. "You'd like to shove that hard cock of yours right up into my cunt, wouldn't you?"

"You know I would," he rasped.

"Then do it, darling! Fuck me! Shower me with love and split my pussy with your, hard meat at the same time!"

Bob thought he, would go out of his mind with lust. He couldn't hold back any longer. He grabbed her and drew her into a tight embrace, covering her sweet mouth with his. The moist lips parted, quivering under his assault. Her tongue wrestled with his tongue, accepting, then claiming his wet lips. She was smothered against his chest. He could feel her ripe, heaving tits burning into his bare flesh.

Moaning with desire, he gently cradled her into his arms. She stared up at him with her writhing body hot and ready to fuck.

H dropped his head and smothered one tit in his lips, his hand cupping and kneading the other. Under the maneuvering of his hand and tongue, the tips of her tits rose hard and taut. He heard her groan and felt her voluptuous body shivering, the smooth skin tensing with a heady excitement.

Slowly his hands changed positions with his hot lips as he caressed the delicious white globes. Melissa whimpered softly as her hands stroked the lean lines of his strong body.

One of his hands traveled down the smooth, satiny skin, across the lush thighs, lingering there and probing into the hot cunt. His hand trembled at the contact with the hair of her silky pussy.

Melissa's hands were also busy opening and closing around his cock, squeezing the throbbing flesh gently. She whispered softly: "Ready?"

There was an intense urgency in her voice.

Bob hovered over her, their lips clamping together. Then he lowered his weight down to her frantically writhing body, guiding his prick into her soft, warm cunt without the help of hands.

They came together with fiery sensations shooting through their clinging hips. It was slow and easy at first as his lips claimed hers, then she pressed her wildly jiggling tits against his chest. Their thrusts increased as she arched up to meet him, throwing herself against him, reveling in the savage pace. Bob's nails cut into the soft rounded mounds of her ass cheeks as she reared, twisted and bucked, caught up in the intensity of fiery lust.

"Oh shit, good!" she howled. "Good fuck, Bob, darling!"

They could both hear sweat-soaked flesh smacking against sweat-soaked flesh and the wet sound of his hammering dick sliding in and out of her warm, wet pussy.

"I'm gonna fuck your cunt like never before! Fuck your cunt like never before!" Bob mumbled over and over as he fiercely rammed his prick deep into her belly with long, powerful jabs.

He could feel the hot white cum building up inside his balls as they beat hard against her upturned asshole. They were ready, to explode. He wildly shoved his tongue far down her throat. With kneading hands, he pulled her ass cheeks hard up against him as he rammed his spewing prick all the way to the hilt in her soft, unresisting pussy.

Melissa could feel her insides splitting as the head of his deep cock suddenly flared into a hugeness that threatened to tear her belly apart. His prick began to spurt great torrents of cum. She could feel the delicious, boiling jism shooting into her like burning lava.

The walls of her cunt clasped around his enormous dick. She was going crazy with the feel of his prick. She never wanted this beautiful cock to stop fucking her. Never. Never.

Her legs kicked out, quivering crazily in the air on either side of the bed. His massive cock continued to jerk, white hot cum spewing from its massive head, filling her belly and foaming out around the base of his dick, soaking her soft, matted pussy hair.

"Fill my belly with your cum, lover! Fill me up with your juice, darling! Drown me with it!" Melissa screamed around the tongue still sunk in her mouth.

The hot walls of her spasming cunt sucked at his throbbing prick until it gave one final spurt, squeezing the last drop of cum from his balls.

Bob gasped and dropped his body to hers with a sweat-slapping sound. Cum still oozed from her pussy around his deflating prick.

Her climax, too, had seemed endless, until she suddenly gave one last thrusting jerk and quivered to a limp stillness, her legs dangling out on either side of his body. Her arms were outstretched, one dangling over the edge of the bed. Her belly was filled to the bursting point with the mixture of their hot, sticky juices.

"Was it good for you?" she panted.

"Fantastic."

"Jesus, you've turned into a great fuck!"

"So have you, baby. Wow, I feel like I've come a hundred times!" Melissa flexed her inner cunt muscles, squeezing his dick from her pussy with a popping sound. "C'mon." He rolled from the bed.

"No!" Melissa whined. "Let's fuck some more!"

Bob grinned. "Later. Let's go down to the pool now. I want you to meet my roommate, Jeff Ness. He's a great guy!"

"Roommate? I thought you lived alone."

"I did. I moved. I wanted to be in an apartment with a lot of great swinging people."

"Where did you move to?"

"Here," he laughed. "Jeff and I are in the apartment right under yours."

Since it was late in the afternoon, everyone was home from work and the pool was crowded with the other Palm Crest Apartment dwellers. Bob quickly introduced Melissa around, and she did her best to attach bodies and faces to names.

There was Albert Krantz – a balding, rotund little man who was almost pathetically shy of women. It seemed that anything even approximating attention from a woman made it nearly impossible for him to speak.

Yet, when she and Bob walked away from him, Melissa noticed his rapt attention on the cheeks of her ass as they jiggled under the bottoms of her skimpy bikini.

She met Veronica Tweed, a striking, raven haired brunette. Veronica let Melissa know, right off, that she was about to be married to a high ranking state politician. But, in the meantime, she was a swinger of the first order.

"So don't be surprised at what I do or say for the next two weeks, honey," Veronica grinned. "Because I want to get all I can before I get married, in hopes I can hold this wild pussy down after I get married!"

Melissa laughed. At least the girl was honest. From the approving male stares around the pool and the huge wealth of tit-flesh sprouting above Veronica's bikini cups, Melissa was pretty sure she was getting her cunt filled quite regularly.

And from the looks Veronica exchanged with Bob, he was obviously doing some of the filling.

Melissa also met Carrie Gayle, whose mammoth proportions – equaled only by Veronica – agreed with her employment as a stripper in one of the local clubs.

Beside Carrie sat Darren Rethro, to whom Melissa took an immediate dislike. Darren had barely said hello before he started coming on strong. For Melissa, he was not only blatant, he was crude. She sensed a lot of Carl – her former husband – in Darren Rethro, and she wanted to avoid him at all costs.

The way Darren looked at her chilled Melissa to the bone, turned her off to the degree that she couldn't even blame her Midwestern background for her feelings of revulsion at the man's attentions.

As they all relaxed and got better acquainted, Melissa mentioned the fact that she was a professional photographer. Bob suddenly appeared with her cameras and she started shooting the beautiful, near-naked bodies around the pool.

Then Jeff Ness appeared in a skimpy men's bikini swimsuit. Jeff was a part-time actor and an instructor at a health spa. He was also into bodybuilding, and his physique proved it.

"Good Lord," Melissa chuckled, "are you built like that all over?"

"Want me to take these off and show you?"

"Maybe, later," she quipped, "in private." Her words brought a raised eyebrow. Jeff turned to his roommate, who shrugged and turned his palms in the air.

"I got no claim on her," Bob said. "She's a free and liberated woman. We both agreed on that."

It became pretty obvious to everyone that Jeff was quickly monopolizing both Melissa and her camera. No one minded, except Darren Rethro. Finally, he could take it no longer.

"Hey, Jeff!"

"Yeah?"

"Is it true that most muscle men are faggots?"

"Watch your mouth, asshole," Jeff hissed, taking a step toward Darren.

"Hey, you guys, cool it!" Bob chimed in.

"I'd rather watch my mouth than your ugly bulges," Darren quipped.

Jeff dived for him, but Darren was quicker. His sandaled foot came up and buried itself in Jeff's gut. The big man grabbed his belly, staggered, and then splashed into the pool.

Darren stood at the edge, laughing down at him. "If you fuck like you swim, Jeff," he chuckled. "It's no wonder the broads don't come back for seconds!"

Suddenly Jeff's hand came out of the water and wrapped Darren's ankle in a steel-like grip. Darren found himself in the water.

"Now, you prick!" Jeff growled. "How long can you hold your breath under water?"

The others laughed, until they realized that it was getting serious. Jeff wasn't going to let him up and Darren's body was going limp.

"Hey, Jeff, he's drowning!" Bob yelled. "Fuck him," Jeff replied, then rammed Darren's body farther under.

Bob dove into the pool and managed to free Darren, who came up coughing and sputtering, he climbed weakly from the pool and into the waiting towel that Carrie held for him.

"You'll regret that, you prick!" he hissed, allowing Carrie to lead him off to his apartment.

"C'mon," Bob said, tugging Jeff from the pool. "Let's go in and cool off with a drink."

"Look, I'm sorry," Melissa said as they sat in the apartment. She was sipping a scotch that Bob had given her.

"Why?" Jeff asked.

"Because I feel I caused it."

"Shit," Bob said. "Jeff and Darren have been going at each other for a year."

"Yeah, and one day it's going to come to a head." Jeff stood up and slipped his thumbs into his trunks. "Look, excuse me for a bit, I'm gonna shower."

Suddenly the trunks were off and there, uncoiling like a thick bull snake before her eyes, was the biggest cock Melissa had ever seen.

Paying no attention to the shocked look on the girl's face or the gasp from her throat, Jeff trotted from the room.

A laugh sounded behind her and Bob's arms came around her waist. "Nobody's very shy around here."

"I can see that," Melissa said, turning to him.

"Built, isn't he?"

She giggled. "Can any woman take all that?"

"Want to find out?" Bob said.

"Hey, take it easy." Melissa shook her head. "I can only move so fast!"

"I thought you wanted a little more loving," he grinned, slipping her bikini bra off.

"I do, but – Bob, be careful! What if Jeff comes back in?"

"So what?" he laughed. "You know, Melissa, it's not uncommon to entertain three to a bed around here."

Melissa gasped. "You mean, you and I, and Jeff?"

"Sure, why not? Admit it, Melissa, the moment you saw that hose of Jeff's, you were interested, weren't you?"

"Well, yes," she laughed. "God, it must be ten inches long!"

"A foot, actually – hard."

Melissa turned. Jeff was standing in the bedroom doorway. He had both hands on his rigid cock and he was swinging it from side to side like a baseball bat.

CHAPTER FIVE

The three of them practically ran over each other to the bedroom. Jeff stopped by the bed and turned to face Melissa. She was fascinated by his cock and moved directly to it. As she stood, staring at the throbbing, monstrous prick, Bob came up behind her and slid off her bikini bottoms.

"God, can I touch it?" she breathed.

"Honey," Bob said from behind her, "three-way sex is just like two-way sex – anything that turns you on!"

Jeff's cock looked so huge when it was erect, with its head red and round, the skin stretched tautly over the length of his meat, that it looked like it might burst at any second.

"Jesus, your prick looks ready!" Melissa panted as she entwined her fingers in Jeff's thick pubic hair and then closed her hand around the big rod of hard flesh. Her breathing was more and more rapid now, not only because of the sight and touch of his giant cock, but because Bob was playing with her cunt from behind. While one of his hands held the flesh of her pussy so that the slit itself was completely open, the other followed a path between the spongy lips and found her erect clitoris. Nimbly he played with the tiny bud between her cuntlips, pinching it lightly. After massaging her clit for several moments, he slipped a finger right into her pussy hole.

Melissa squirmed with pleasure as Bob wriggled his finger inside her cunt. She felt the juices well up inside her and the walls of her cunt contract, trying to grasp the invading finger. Her pussy pulsed and ached with desire. She was more than ready now, ready to be fucked!

"Please, Jeff!" she gasped. "Please, I need your cock now!"

"And, honey, my cock needs you!" Jeff croaked.

Quickly they got in position, Jeff kneeling with his quivering prick standing out stiffly while she rolled onto the bed on her back and spread her legs for him. She saw how he stared hungrily between her thighs now that her cunt was completely open for him. But he didn't waste much time looking. Quickly he lowered himself to her.

"Do me!" she cried between clenched teeth. "Quick! Do me with that monster!"

"Hey, hey, hold it!" Bob said, crawling in with them. "There're three of us, remember?"

"Oh, yeah, you're right," Jeff chuckled, then rolled to Melissa's side.

"I'm sorry, Bob," she said. "It's just that his dick is so damned big – so fascinating!"

"You're gonna get it soon enough, baby," Bob replied. "But let's have some fun first!"

Each male found a nippled tit and sucked it greedily while two hands began to stroke her legs. As they reached the naked flesh of her thighs, Melissa's arms went around their necks, pulling their faces into her creamy tits. Her legs forked open and their fingers arrived at her soaking slit.

She uttered a gurgle of delirious abandon as the two hands got to work on her sensitive clit and the lips of her pussy. As their fingers pulled open the folds, she raised her belly in an effort to offer even more of her cunt to them. But their fingers stayed on the edge of the wet hole, teasing her into a state of near frenzy until she was squirming and writhing in a frantic spasm of sexual excitement.

Suddenly she cried out, pleading with them: "For God's sake, fuck me! Please, I can't bear it any longer! Please, one of you – Jeff, fuck me! FUCK ME!"

"Go ahead, Jeff," Bob said. "She's hotter than I thought she was. You get her first!"

With one heave, Jeff was over Melissa and between her straining thighs.

As his incredible cock poised over her ravenous cunt, he saw the wild look of desire in her eyes. Then, with one fierce lunge, he drove his prick into her pulsating pussy.

Melissa uttered one loud sob and then began to jerk upwards frantically as he violently fucked his pole into her belly.

"Okay, baby?" Bob asked from beside her.

"Yes, yes!" she crooned. "Oh, God, yes, it's wonderful! But, shit, he's big. His dick feels as though it's all the way to my tits!"

"Good, good, pussy," Jeff groaned.

And with that, the two fucking bodies sank into a world of their own. Bob contented himself with watching and fisting his own cock.

Melissa arched her back and began to undulate her body as Jeff fucked relentlessly into her hole. His eyes were closed and his hands were under the cushion of her ass. They whispered to each other how good it felt as, with sure and steady motions, the rigid prick slid in and out of her hungry slit.

Melissa loved the way Jeff fucked her, the way the huge dick penetrated her so deeply, like a rod of iron in her cunt.

"Shit, you've got all my meat, Melissa – you're takin' it all!" Jeff crowed, grinding her clit under his bone.

"God, don't I know it! It's fantastic, unbelievable!" she cried. "Jeez, what a cock – what a lover you are! That's it, that's it," she urged him on, fingering his balls with one hand. "Move faster! Faster!"

Faster and harder and deeper, Jeff's great prick plunged into her cunt with each stroke. The growing friction, combined with the size of his hard meat in the sensitive flesh of her cunt, was bringing her pleasure to the brink. Whispering to him, playing with his balls, caressing his back and ass, undulating her body beneath him, every inch of her flesh urged him to the brink of climax.

Melissa was on the edge of the come. Not much longer now, she thought to herself. But for an extra charge, an extra special thrill to give her the maximum pleasure she knew this fuck could, she opened her mouth and wiggled her lips at Bob.

He quickly obliged and slid upward until she could take his meat between her lips, while Jeff brought her pussy off with his.

Prom way down deep in her pussy, waves of pleasure swept over her. Her cunt throbbed around Jeff's monstrous prick. She was coming. And then, as his cock jammed into her and his whole body tensed, she knew he was coming, too.

In and out, in and out, Jeff drove his fiery headed tool and his belly rose and fell on her mound, while Melissa uttered a series of choking cries and sobs around Bob's prick in her mouth, until one final jerk of her juicing cunt brought the glorious climax she wanted. Two more quick lunges from Jeff into her sheath and she felt, the wonder of his erupting dick as he shot jet after jet of hot cum into the depths of her belly.

"Move over, it's my turn now!" Bob gasped, pulling his wet meat from Melissa's groaning mouth. "You want more, baby?" he asked, moving between her splayed thighs.

"You bet I do, lover! I can take all the fucking you two can give me! Ohhh, I do feel hot. You're right, threesomes are something else!"

Bob crouched between her legs and she grabbed his cock with one hand, drawing it toward her cumfilled cunt.

"Give it to me, lover!" she cried. "Fill me! My pussy's empty!"

Bob sank to her slender figure and, as his chest mashed her tits, she wrapped her long legs around his waist.

"Hard!" she hissed. "Give it to me hard! I want your dick slamming into me!"

And that's just the way she got it, all in one bone-jarring lunge.

"Like that?"

"Yes, yessssss! Now, fuck meeeeeee!" She put her arms around his neck and he rested his weight on his slightly bent knees. He cupped her buttocks in his hands and kneaded her lovely ass as she drew her cunt up to meet his prick, the lush walls of her clutching, hot pussy.

Up and down went his firm haunches while her pussy heaved and tossed under his battering cock, seeking to give him every delight as he rode her steaming body.

Her cunt clutched his prick, tearing at the foreskin as it drove in. As he slipped back, her erect clit grazed the top of his meat. The vacuum of her pussy sucked at his withdrawing dick. The two lovers were oblivious of Jeff as they wrestled around on the bed. Their sweating bodies made a beautiful picture as they remained locked together in their tight embrace. Jeff had to be a part of it. He scooted close to Melissa's head and held his throbbing meat to her lips.

"Suck it, baby," he growled. "Suck my dick while Bob reams your pussy!"

Melissa gurgled happily as her mouth encased his pulsing cock while Bob continued to fuck wildly into her cunt. This was heaven! she thought. She began to suck Jeff's giant prick greedily, her lips and tongue swirling around the dripping, purple head. Bob was humping a mile a minute between her legs, driving his dick as far up her gooey channel as he could.

He raised her legs up to her shoulders, bending her nearly double. He saw his prick disappearing deep into the folds of her cunt flesh. The lips of her pussy were skinned back and her clit peeked out. Then he slowly withdrew, until only the tip of his raging cock remained in her hot hole. Then in he drove again, lunging brutally into the depths of her womb.

Melissa whimpered and cried out in total lust. This was more than she could cope with. Being so hot and having two huge pricks sticking her at the same time was too much for her.

She rocketed through one violent come, their bodies writhing and twisting wildly against each other. Then Bob's strong arms lifted her and flipped her over, and Melissa suddenly realized that she was on her hands and knees. Bob was pouring cock to her cunt, doggie-style, while she sucked Jeff's huge dick in front of her.

Cum was dripping down her cunt as she crouched with Bob's pole wedged in her from behind. They both began to move like a lubricated machine. His hands came around her hips and held her steady. Then she was crying out, furiously fucking her cunt back over his dick.

Jeff pulled his giant cock from her mouth and crawled under her pumping body. He thrust his legs between hers and started bring both their bodies down to his.

"What-what the hell are you doing?" Bob groaned.

"You'll see," Jeff answered. "Bob, pull your prick out!"

Bob pulled out and the next thing Melissa knew her cunt was being pulled down to Jeff's cock. And then he was in her, filling her pussy.

Then she felt Bob's dick at her asshole.

"Ohhhh, shit, no!"

"You can take 'em both easy, baby," Bob growled. "Just relax!"

She screamed when he entered her, but continued to pump downward on Jeff's cock.

"Shit!" she hissed.

"You don't like it? You want me to pull out?"

"Shit!" she hissed again, then pumped harder. "No, damnit, fuck harder!"

Jeff laughed and lurched upward, sending the full length of his meat up her pussy as Bob did the same for her asshole. Their gorged pricks held ground in both her holes as they wildly fucked into her.

"Oh, God! Oh, God!" Melissa gasped tearfully, loving the ride she was taking with them. "Keep it up! Don't stop, do you hear me? I love it! Oh, God, how I love it!"

Her eyes were tightly clenched shut, her face was covered with sweat. Her tongue hung loosely between her lips and saliva dribbled down her lovely chin. Sandwiched between then her features took on a look of pure, wanton lust. The thought of these two strong men fucking the living shit out of her, let alone the physical pounding in both her holes, drove her into a frenzy. Both arms flailed out and she grabbed Jeff's hands and placed them on her buttock, wanting to feel his sharp fingernails digging into her soft flesh.

"Hurt me! Hurt me! Pound the living shit out of me!" she wailed.

And then they came, together, in one wild, delirious orgasm that brought pain to their straining muscles and screams of delight to their lips. Hot streams of cum found their way into her cunt and asshole.

"My God, what a fuck!" Melissa groaned, as the two cocks finally popped free from her body.

"Welcome to Palm Crest Apartments!" Jeff chuckled happily.

For Melissa, the next three days became a whirlwind of setting up her office at the agency, hiring an assistant, and planning a schedule. The days were filled with work and the nights were filled with wild sex. She was with either Jeff or Bob, or both of them.

Then Friday came and she gratefully took off early for some relaxation and sun by the pool.

"Hi, mind if I join you?"

Melissa looked up to see Veronica Tweed's statuesque figure standing over her.

"No, not at all," Melissa replied.

"Looks like we've got the pool to ourselves." Veronica stretched her long body out on the chaise beside Melissa's. "Too bad, I was looking for a little cock-action this afternoon."

Melissa felt her face go slightly red at the girl's words.

Veronica noticed. She chuckled. "I guess I am a little blunt, huh? But what the hell, I always call a spade a spade."

"I guess we all should," Melissa agreed. "Let's face it, I love sex myself."

"Good for you!" Veronica grinned. "I say, get all you can while you can. When I get married, I hope to be at least half-assed faithful. But before, oh boy, before – I'm gonna get all I can any way I can!"

Melissa studied the other girl. Her mane of dark hair was shiny like the coat of a raven, with only mottled streaks of gray that added to the beauty of her face rather than detracted from it.

Her face was beautiful, with only faint lines belying its owner's age. High cheekbones and full, sensual lips, a long, graceful neck that was covered with white, clear skin.

Veronica's large, full tits jutted beneath the bikini, filling it to overflowing with their desirable softness.

"Mind if I take off my top?" Veronica suddenly asked.

"Uh, please do," Melissa answered, and then added, "You're beautiful to look at."

Veronica laughed and bared her huge, full nippled tits to the sun and Melissa's eyes. "You're not so bad yourself. No one minds having us run around here half-nude, or even all nude, for that matter!" Veronica was looking straight at the prominent bulges of Melissa's tits above her bra cups.

With trembling hands, Melissa removed her swim top. Her own big tits jutted outward from her body in ivory, pink-tipped glory.

"Your breasts are beautiful," Veronica murmured.

"Thank you."

"Jeff says you're a fantastic fuck."

"My God!" Melissa cried, suddenly folding her arms over her chest. "Do you all discuss each other around here?"

Veronica smiled. "To a degree, I guess. Let's face it, we all have the same attitude. We all dig sex, so why hide it in a closet?"

Melissa thought for a moment, then dropped her arms. "You're right," she said. "Why hide it?"

"Atta girl. I plan to fuck myself right up to the altar!" Here Veronica paused and let her eyes travel lightly up Melissa's body until they met the blonde's. "With anybody I desire – man or woman."

The inference in Veronica's voice hit Melissa like a ton of bricks. Her first impulse was to run from the pool. But the longer she stayed and the more they talked and the more she drank in the soft beauty of Veronica's body, the more the idea appealed to her.

"You mean you've actually done it with other women?" Melissa asked.

Veronica slid from the chaise to her knees on the deck beside Melissa. Her tits were practically touching the blonde's. "Lots of times, honey, and it ain't half bad. Want to try it?"

"I – well, I don't know." Some strange reason made Melissa reach out and touch Veronica's shoulder. The skin was warm, soft. Her hand traveled down the brunette's back.

"God, honey, that really feels good," Veronica said, smiling warmly. "Move your hand on down to my ass – yesssssss, like that, just squeeze it a little and make it feel relaxed."

Melissa slid her hands down the white, curve of the woman's fleshy ass cheeks, squeezing and massaging the ripe, full moons under her bikini until a warm, tingling sensation began to race uncontrollably through her body.

"That's enough," Veronica said. "Now let me do it to you. There's nothing to be afraid of, honey. We're not lesbians!"

"I know, but – well, shit, Veronica," Melissa said, "right here by the pool?"

"Listen, honey," Veronica said, "I've been fucked right there in that pool at least a dozen times. But it was at night. You're right, it would probably be better up in your apartment."

On a wild impulse, Melissa leaned forward and kissed one of Veronica's luscious-looking nipples. "Let's go."

CHAPTER SIX

"What's the matter, honey?" Veronica asked, lying naked on the bed.

"I don't know," Melissa said, tugging her suit off and sitting beside Veronica. "I-I guess I'm a littie shaky."

"Oh, come on, honey, play with my tits a little! Get us both hot and it'll be just another form of sex!"

Melissa slid across the bed until they were lying thigh to thigh. She cupped a hand and fitted it over a solid tit. She could feel the tip rising into her palm, tense with pleasure. She moved her fingers tentatively, testing the shape of the soft globe, pressing it flat against Veronica's chest, then drawing it up in a lingering caress.

Veronica closed her eyes. Her lips opened and slow, long breaths began blowing in and out of her mouth. She rolled her head on the pillow.

It was a funny sensation to be feeling another woman's tits. Melissa knew she would never really get used to it. Lying here like this with a nude female at her side, she had an idea of what it felt like to be a man.

In a crazy way, she got a triple charge out of it. She enjoyed handling sex-flesh, even that of another woman's. She enjoyed pretending she was a man, enjoyed the exchange which somehow let her see into the mind of an excited male, and she enjoyed the simple pleasure of stimulation.

As she caressed Veronica's stiffening tit, she lifted her free hand and grasped one of her own tits. That way, she could feel a tit in her left hand, another one in her right hand, plus the sensation of a hand touching and exciting her own tender flesh. Three separate feelings that flowed together into one fantastic feeling.

When she had Veronica really trembling, Melissa swung her hair above Veronica's body, brushing the long blonde strands across the circles of the hard nipples. Then, fitting her hands carefully around one of the tight globes, she dropped her mouth to it.

Veronica stiffened and sucked in air. Her hands came searching. She found the pendulous shapes of her lover's breasts, caressing them with trembling fingers as Melissa's mouth danced against her sensitive flesh. The two women caught at each other eagerly, passionately, reveling in the sensation of touching and being touched.

And being kissed. Veronica pulled Melissa around until the blonde's lovely tits were hanging massively just above her face. Veronica's fingers guided them down as her wide-lipped mouth opened into a wet O.

"Ohhh, it's gonna be good, honey," Veronica cooed. "Real good! This is one kind of sex I'm not gonna give up after I'm married!"

Then the beautiful brunette rolled Melissa to her back and raised to her knees beside her. Her hands left Melissa's tits and worked their way down to her pussy.

"Yes! Oh, yessss!" Melissa groaned. Her eyes were closed now as the fire grew steadily inside her cunt. She felt Veronica's fingers playing in her thick pubic bush and the sensitive lips of her pussy. Her legs closed tightly around the pleasure-giving hand, and sighs of excitement escaped from her lips.

"Relaxing into it now, baby?" Veronica asked. "Yes – oh, you do know how to do it, Veronica!"

"Only a woman's cunt can give another woman complete relaxation," Veronica whispered, her voice thick with lust. "Does it feel good to have another woman playing with your pussy? Is it exciting?"

Melissa could only whimper in answer, so hot had she become. All thoughts of cock were gone for the moment, along with everything else. Nothing else mattered but the way this woman's skillful fingers were sensually massaging her moist, erect clit and slipping between her tender lips and into her wet and eager cunt.

Melissa strained her body against Veronica's fingers, squeezing the muscles of her pussy around them as she had so often done around a man's prick. But suddenly Veronica withdrew her finger from the yearning hole.

"No!" Melissa cried. "Don't stop!"

"I'm not stopping, baby," the other woman said. "It's just that there's a better way for a woman to satisfy another woman than by fingering her pussy." She pulled Melissa to her, breathing hotly in her ear. "A woman can arouse and satisfy another woman best by using her mouth on her pussy. By eating her out! Melissa, do you want me to eat out your pussy?"

"Yes! God, yes, please!" Melissa gasped, crazy from the torrid desire inside her. It didn't matter that this was a sexual act that she might have considered perverted in the past. All that mattered was the itch in her cunt that demanded satisfaction, satisfaction that this woman's hot mouth could provide.

"Yes, eat me! Eat me out, Veronica! Eat me out until I come!"

Gently but firmly, Veronica pushed Melissa back so that her naked body lay completely on the bed, legs parted invitingly. Then she got on the bed, on top of Melissa's writhing body. The soft weight of their tits pressed together, their bellies meshed, their thighs intertwined.

Never had Melissa dreamed that the feel of another woman could be so good. She lay passive, enjoying the feel of Veronica's female flesh, so different from that of a man and yet still so very exciting.

Then Veronica was sliding down her body. The brunette kissed her belly, her tongue snaking through the curly pubic fur until it found the slit of tender flesh in the center. Melissa gasped and moved her body in a faster rhythm as her hot tongue traced along the damp lips that opened eagerly for it. Veronica's tongue found its way easily between the lips of her slit and laved the throbbing hardness of Melissa's clit.

Melissa felt the juices run hot and thick inside her pussy. She knew it wouldn't take too much time for the woman's mouth on her cunt to make her come.

"Veronica!" she cried suddenly, causing the brunette to look up with surprise from what she was doing.

"Don't be afraid, baby," she said soothingly. "It will feel very, very good."

"I know, I know!" Melissa insisted, hardly able to talk. "It's just that I don't want to come alone. I want you to come, too! Let me eat your cunt, Veronica!"

"You learn fast, honey!" Veronica laughed. "Well, if you're sure…"

Melissa was sure, and before long they were both at it.

For the first time Melissa kissed another woman's open thighs, and then she was between them, hoping to give the same sweet sensations that were being given to her.

Lustily she ate Veronica's sopping wet pussy, burying her tongue in the hole itself, laying her clitoris with each motion. At the same time, she enjoyed the pressure of her stiff-tipped tits pushing against Veronica's belly. Mouthing harder and faster, Melissa clutched the soft cheeks of the woman's round ass, the same way her own buttocks were being grasped.

An overwhelming feeling of lust welled up in Melissa as the beautiful brunette intensely mouthed between her legs. Her slit, her clit, the overflowing hole of her cunt burned with a heat that was almost unbearable. Delirious waves of pleasure swept over her. She was coming.

Melissa's body shivered as she came, and she eagerly ate Veronica's pussy even harder than before so that she, too, could share the incredible climax.

At last it was over. Melissa sat back, cooing in contentment. "Wow, now I've done everything!"

Veronica chuckled. "I doubt that," she said, "but you're sure as hell working on it!"

"Hey! Anybody home? The door was unlocked. It's me – Jeff!"

The two girls exchanged smiles.

"He couldn't have come at a better time," Veronica said.

Melissa nodded. "In here, Jeff, ready and waiting!"

"Waiting for wha… oh, my God!"

"Careful, honey," Veronica said, spreading her legs and pointing her pussy at Jeff. "That pole of yours gets hard in your pants, it's liable to break off!"

Jeff threw back his head and roared as he stripped. With his clothes shed, he strode quickly to the bed. His heavy, big-headed cock was throbbing.

Veronica hooked her leg around Melissa's, giving Jeff easier access to the pussies. Two hot cunts spread wide. Jeff smacked his lips, saliva filling his mouth at the sight.

He dived forward onto the bed. He landed with his face right at the tangled, gooey hairs of Melissa's pussy. With a soft growl he pressed his open lips against it.

Melissa squealed, jerking her pelvis up so that his lips pressed tighter against her cunt-mound. Jeff sucked. Her cry was piercing.

"Damn!" Melissa panted to Veronica who was beside her. "His fucking tongue's almost as long as his cock!"

Then Jeff moved his face to Veronica's hot pussy. Her dark coiled hairs were stiffer than Melissa's. He clamped his lips around her clit and sucked, hard. He lapped up the flow of pussy juice, then he licked Melissa's cunt again, then Veronica's. Pussy juice flowed freely.

The girls were wild, squirming, moaning. It would be quite a job to satisfy both of these hot pussied broads, he thought to himself, but he didn't have time to wonder if he was capable. The next exhilarating moments were frenzied, unrestrained – bodies entwining, lips kissing lips, cunt and cock.

And then they were settled into a position that would lead to their first climax. And the girls dug it as much as Jeff did – maybe more.

Veronica was sucking his cock from tip to base. And at the same time he was having a feast of pussy and tit. Veronica was stretched out in the sixty-nine position, sucking his cock while he ate her. Melissa was leaning way down over him. He would eat Veronica's pussy for a while, then rolled his head away, face up, and Melissa's big dangling tits were right there. Melissa would feed him tit until he dove his face back onto Veronica's juicy cunt.

Veronica was the first to come. Her experienced lips had sensed each time Jeff was about to shoot and she would tease his balls, keeping him at a peak without letting him shoot. She came with a body-shattering scream. And Melissa desperately grabbed a handful of Jeff's hair, tugging.

"Now me! Now me!" she rasped.

"Sure, baby," Jeff said thickly. "Just push it against my face!"

With a soft little squeal of delight, Melissa straddled him. Jeff lifted his head up slightly to suck at her luscious cunt-mound. Then he speared his tongue up her creaming hole. He could feel the tremble that spread over Melissa's body. He grasped her silken ass, pulling her tighter against him while he ate her.

Veronica got her second wind and began sucking his cock again, while Jeff reached over to fingerfuck her. Melissa laced her fingers behind his head and began fucking his face with her cunt. Jeff darted his long tongue out as far as it would go and used it like a sword, spearing it way up the gushy pussy each time her face-fucking cunt shot forward.

Suddenly a slow, shuddery squeal began to tear from deep in Melissa's throat. She grasped Jeff harder behind his head, grinding her cunt tightly against his face. Hot juices oozed out, dripping down his chin. His nostrils flared with the musky, spicy odor. A fresh flow of pussy juice gushed across Jeff's face. He hungrily lapped, sucked and swallowed until the flow of honey finally stopped.

"Goddamn, you two are really turned on," he gasped, shaking his rigid dick back and forth in Veronica's face.

"You're damned right," Melissa giggled. "We've been eating each other all afternoon. Your cock came along at just the right time!"

"Wanna fuck now?" Jeff growled.

"You bet!" Veronica gasped, lifting her face from his meat and throwing herself on her back.

"Who's first?" Jeff cried gleefully.

"Do Veronica," Melissa said. "And I'll record you both for posterity!"

She scrambled from the bed to get her cameras as Jeff rolled between Veronica's wantonly splayed thighs.

"Want it all, baby?" he panted to the beautiful brunette, "we always do it! Rip right into hot cunts."

"Yes, honey, like me – aaarrroowww!"

His cock was like a huge arm with a battering fist on the end of it as it ripped into her cunt.

"Ohhhh, my God!" Veronica's brain reeled. She could feel his mammoth staff pushing clear up to her tits. She was sure it would come out her throat. "Oh, my God, what a fuck!"

He pushed.

She groaned and tensed her arms, holding herself ready.

She felt it then, coming and coming, pushing and pushing, until the big hot knob was slowly opening her cervix. She gasped and clutched him.

"Jesus, what a hunk of meat!" she gasped, hearing the click, click, click of Melissa's camera somewhere in the room. "Have I got it all yet, honey?"

"Almost – almost!" Jeff panted.

Veronica's mouth dropped open. Jeff's great cock was drilling steadily in, pulsing and throbbing and stirring her insides. Her jiggling ass was high in the air, thrust enticingly up to take his hard meat.

"Oh, that's it! Fuck! Fuck me! Bury your big dick in me!"

The feel of Jeff's giant prick oozing up her hole brought deep warmth to Veronica's longing cunt. His hands held the soft globes of her ass firmly, keeping them well parted and open.

His cock sank steadily, with agonizing, maddening slowness into her slippery hole. Grinding in, inflexible and huge, it inched its way forward.

Then his cock was in. His hairy crotch was jammed against hers. The hard prickmeat had vanished, all the way to his balls, into her tightly clinging cunt. He held it there. Huge and hot inside her, his cock was up her.

"Oh, God! What a dick! What a fuck! I'm plugged, filled for life!" Veronica squealed. "My cunt will never be the same!"

"You got it all," Jeff moaned.

"I know," she gasped, barely able to speak. "Now fuck me!"

"Fuck her good, Jeff!" Melissa cried. "I'm getting it all!"

Veronica wailed and slammed upward to take it all inside her body. "Ohhhh, God, Jeff, honey! Oh, shit, honey!"

"Is it good, baby?"

"Good!" she moaned, shuddering as her insides fluttered out of control. "Sweet dick – sweet dick!"

"Fuck, baby! Fuck me back!" Jeff grunted, hanging onto her tits as he bounced her body with a flurry of wild thrusts.

"So rough! Jeff, oh, Jeff, I love it this way!"

"You like it any way," he grinned, squeezing her tits till she whimpered. "You just plain like to fuck!"

"Yes!"

"Tell me – tell me dirty!"

"Fuck!" Veronica shrieked, grabbing his tensed nuts in one hand and flipping rapidly at her clitoris with the other. "Oh, I love it, Jeff! I love your fucking cock! I love to fuck it, suck it, fuck it!"

"Yeah, baby, yeah!"

"Oh, shit, damn it's good! It gets better every time we do it, lover!"

Jeff began slamming his giant cock into Veronica with greater and greater force. She loved it. She pushed her body up on his prick each time he shoved, multiplying the sensation twice over.

"Stick me, stick me, baby!" she bellowed. "Send your beautiful dick all the way up my belly! Make me wet, lover, make me come all over the place!"

As Melissa snapped pictures from every possible angle, she suddenly realized how good these two were together. God, she thought, there was one hell of a lot of fucking going on around here.

"I'm close," Jeff hissed.

"Yes, yes!" Veronica's head twisted crazily on the pillow. "Give it to me good!"

He became more passionate. Her wild passion had gotten to him. He was working like a piston, well-oiled, machine-like, slamming his prick into her body.

"Lover, lover, make me feel like a woman! Hurt me all the way!"

Jeff groaned and he plunged and he worked like a maniac. His body was sweating with lust, tense with desire. He felt giddy as the lustful excitement gripped him in a vise. He heard Veronica scream and he knew he had brought her off. Now it was his turn. He worked harder and faster, his body punishing hers.

With a tidal wave of hot juice, his balls erupted. He stiffened and sweat poured off his face.

Veronica felt the head of his dick bang against her womb, and then she felt the explosion of his cum as it poured out of his cock in hot, pulpy jets.

"Ohhhhh, aaaaahhh, oooooooh!" she moaned, her body reacting to the incredible sensation. Inside her cunt, her cum went off again, bathing his swollen dick.

"Jesus," Jeff quaked, falling across her melon-like tits. "I feel like my guts came out the head of my prick!"

"And I feel full to bursting," Veronica sighed. She looked up over Jeff's shoulder as Melissa snapped one last picture of her contentment. "You get all that, honey?"

"I sure did," Melissa said. "Every last juicy shot."

"Well, just be careful who you show 'em," Veronica laughed. "Remember, my future husband might object since he'll probably be running for governor one of these days!"

CHAPTER SEVEN

"Hi."

"Oh, hello, Darren," Melissa said, belting the thin robe around her body.

"Mind if I come in for a second?"

"I guess not."

Melissa did mind. Darren had been making himself more and more obnoxious at the pool lately. He'd even gone so far as to run his hand up under her bikini a couple of times and fondle her cheeks. So far she'd been able to handle him, but it was getting more difficult.

But Melissa wasn't the type of person to be openly rude, so she stepped aside and let him into the apartment.

"Amazing, isn't it?" he said as he crossed the room and made himself comfortable on the sofa.

"What's that?"

"Oh, how these apartments look exactly alike. Jesus, even the furniture and drapes are the same."

"I guess that's why they are a little cheaper than normal."

"Yeah, I guess so."

There was an awkward pause.

"Look, Melissa, I'd like to apologize," he said. "Oh?"

"Yeah." He fidgeted. "I know I've been out of line. But you're so damn beautiful and, well, what the hell, I'm normal."

"All right, Darren," Melissa said. "I'm willing to make peace." She held out her hand. "Let's let bygones be bygones."

He clasped her hand, a little too hard. "Swell. Look, Carrie and I are having dinner up at my place tonight. How about joining us?"

"I-I can't. I have a date with one of the guys at the agency."

"Oh? I thought you and Bob and Jeff were pretty heavy."

"We're just friends!" Melissa bristled. It was none of Darren's business whom she went out with!

"Okay, okay, no offense." He was staring through the door of the second bedroom, the one she had converted into a dark room. "Hey, your dark room! Mind if I take a look? I'm kind of an amateur shutterbug myself."

Melissa's instincts were wary. She stood up and motioned him to follow her.

"Wow, nice layout!"

He was walking down the tray racks between the wires where Melissa had hung some prints to dry. Suddenly she realized that they were the pictures of Jeff and Veronica fucking. Quickly, she pulled them down and stuffed them in a drawer, hoping that Darren hadn't spotted them.

"Be careful!" she said, grabbing a bottle he had been handling.

Darren turned and his lips hung slack. Melissa looked down. Her robe had fallen open and her body gleamed nakedly before his eyes.

"Christ, what a set of tits," he moaned. "And you're a real blonde."

"Darren…" She backed away from him, but he caught her by the wrists.

He pulled her roughly to him and mashed his mouth down over hers. Melissa struggled against the embrace.

"No, Darren. No!"

There was a moment's delay before he let go. But that was all he needed. In that moment he felt her body press for an instant against his, felt a tremor sweep over her.

"Shit, admit it, baby – you love cock!"

"Not yours, Darren!"

He grasped her again, this time his hand was flat against her stomach. He slid his hand upward until he caressed her full tits, squeezing hard. He again kissed her forcefully.

Melissa struggled in his arms, but he grimly hung on, his lips mashing hers, his hands roaming her body, feeling the warmth of her.

Slowly, very slowly, her struggles grew weaker and her protests less demanding. Their lips still together, Darren got rid of his coat.

"Stop it," she moaned weakly. "You're a bastard."

Darren wasn't sure that he could quit now. The feeling of her bare back beneath his hands had raised his own desire. She shook her head as he pulled the robe down off her shoulders, then pushed her away for a moment.

"Jesus, you're built for fucking!"

"Not you, you prick!"

She struggled to get past him to the door, but his hand came down hard on the smoothness of her shoulder and held her fast.

"Please, let me go!" she tried to sound reasonable. "I don't want anything to do with you!"

"Shut up!" Darren's eyes narrowed as he spun her around to face him. She could feel his hot breath on her neck, and then she saw one of his hands drop from her bare, sloping shoulder to the roundness of her tit. "Relax and enjoy what I'm going to do to you, honey."

Melissa lurched backward, but his free hand gripped her neck, sending a sharp shooting pain down her upper back, reaffirming the fact that she was no match for him physically. When she tried with one last desperate effort to pull away, his hand clenched the tip of her tit. Her vision dimmed momentarily, and then she was lifted up from the floor and seemed to be floating in mid-air across the room, then falling or being dropped down onto the huge double bed…

"This is rape, you asshole!" Melissa cried.

"The hell it is!" Darren jeered. "I'll bet your little pussy is sopping wet!" He fell down beside her on the bed. "Now, baby, open your legs!" he rasped, trying to insert his middle finger into her cunt.

"Goddamn you!" she cried out, pulling away when she felt his fingers brutally digging into the sensitive flesh of her pussy. He squeezed again, sending a razor-sharp slice of pain rippling up her spine. Melissa opened her legs a little and felt him loosen his grip.

"You make it so much harder, honey, than it really has to be," he said in a thin, sharp voice.

"It's not every day I get raped!" she snapped back at him.

"You're just lucky I didn't bring along all my little toys," he chuckled.

"What… toys?"

Darren's laugh was evil. "Maybe I'll show you, one of these days."

Melissa gasped as he started tugging at his zipper. Damn, he thinks he's really going to do it! He thinks I'm going to let him fuck me!

He moved closer and straddled her legs as his hands worked over her hotly quivering cunt. "Now – reach in and take out my cock!"

A low shudder of revulsion passed through her struggling belly at his demand. She clenched her teeth tightly, fighting with all her strength, then she reached into his pants for his prick.

She looked down when it was free.

It was large, not like Jeff's, but much bigger than Bob's. She felt a tingle in her pussy, but fought it.

She squeezed, tentatively at first, and pulled with her other hand at the band of his underwear, tugging his shorts and slacks down until they clung to his knees. The entire long length of his thick, blue veined cock stood out only a few inches from her eyes, the head swollen angrily and its skin stretched so tightly that it seemed to shine.

Darren's mind was filled with only one thing: she's fucked everyone else in this apartment house – now, by God, she's gonna fuck me!

Moving smoothly and rapidly, he dropped his pants and kicked them off. His dick was fully erect and pulsing with excitement.

As he pulled her roughly to him, Melissa was shaking all over. He could hear her crying softly. He lay there, feeling her tits for a while. She took the fondling without protest, just sobbing and trembling.

Then he ran his hand up her thigh and she pulled her legs tightly together so he couldn't get his hand up any higher or touch her cunt.

"Relax!" he ordered. "Stop holding those legs like that! You know what I'm after. If you fight me, I'm gonna fuck the hell outta you and you can't stop me!"

Melissa flinched as her legs were spread apart and his finger parted the softness of her pubic hair and touched her cuntlips. She felt nothing. Only a deadness down there as he began his licking.

The numbness lasted until he reached her clitoris. As he put his thick soft lips on it and began sucking, Melissa's body stiffened as she felt the unwelcome sensations return.

Next she felt his tongue curl hotly up into her cunt. She jumped, trying to pull herself away from him. Then the slow, rhythmic, tantalizing licking began again. She flexed her muscles along her inner thighs, attempting to make the unwanted feeling of pleasure go away. But it only added to her enjoyment. With the tensing of her thighs, he went back to lick again at the tiny, suddenly pulsating, clitoris.

"You bastard!" Melissa hissed.

Darren chuckled, blowing his hot breath into her pussy. "Gettin' to you, aren't I?"

In spite of her revulsion, her belly rose and fell with the long, licking strokes of his tongue. His mouth sucked hungrily into her tightly clenched cunt. She knew she was beginning to juice, but it wasn't until she discovered her pelvis was beginning to grind up into his leering face that she realized she had lost.

Her aroused body was moving independently now. His hungry mouth encased her entire pussy area and he sucked wildly at it. The sensations shot across Melissa's pussy into the nerve-endings at the mouth of her womb. His drooling mouth kept the lips tightly clamped, his tongue pressed deep up into her hole.

Finally she reached the point of no return. She was going to come. She fought it, screamed against it in her mind, but her muscles and nerves all rebelled.

Then her cunt was jerking, and her hands, locked behind his head, were trying to pull his face all the way up into her hot pussy, and a voice she couldn't control screamed, "I'm coming! Oh, God! Lick faster, harder!"

She was almost unconscious from the wild come when Darren raised her knees to her chest. Abruptly, she felt his cock pressing against her spread cunt.

She attempted to scissor her legs, but the movement caused him to slip forward and his long, hard prick slid effortlessly into the mouth of her pussy.

"Ggaaaagh!" she shrieked.

She was screaming continuously at the top of her voice as he began rapidly fucking into her. She jerked her eyes open to see his amused, sadistic grin above her. He was fucking her brains out and enjoying every second of it.

Her cunt fell as though it had been stretched by three cocks at once and was ready to burst. His prick lay throbbing, sunk deep into her belly, filling every part of her insides. There wasn't a single ridge of his tool that she could not feel as it pressed tight against the soft inner walls of her cunt.

"You're gonna get off on my dick now, aren't you, bitch?" he laughed.

"No! No!" Melissa cried, but she couldn't stop her hips from moving.

She could hear her cunt making wet, sucking noises as his prick slipped moistly in and out of her fully opened pussy, and that, too, suddenly began to add to the excitement she felt coursing through her betraying body.

She fought her breathing, which was becoming more shallow, more rapid. The perspiration popped out on her forehead as she fought a desperate losing battle with her cunt after discovering it shamelessly rising to meet the downward thrust of his cock. She forced her pelvis back on the mattress. A second later, it began moving slowly upward again.

"Ohhhhh, God!" she moaned. "God, what's happening to me!"

And then, as suddenly as it began, the battle was over. Her body was asserting its independence. The flames of lust, raced through her veins.

"That's it, baby!" Darren gasped. "Fuck back! Fuck me back!"

Melissa stared at him, burning hatred in her eyes, her nostrils quivering with each short breath she took.

He flexed his cock deep inside her.

"Oh!" she gasped.

"You like the way I fuck you, baby?" He flexed his cock twice.

"Oh! Oh, God, help me, yes-yes!" she cried, and the cry came from the deepest part of her being. "Fuck me!"

"All right, honey, I'll fuck you like you've never seen!"

"Yes, please, anything!" she groaned helplessly as she moved her cunt up and down, up and down, wanting to bring herself to a final release.

Darren twitched his cock again. Unexpectedly, clasping her buttocks tightly in each hand, he rolled over, carrying her with him. His prick stayed deeply buried in her hot wildly stretched hole.

Melissa was on her knees on the mattress, with his legs between hers. Darren pulled her buttocks down, then pushed her back up. She rode his prick up and down, then around and around, her cunt reaching for the hardness of his upraised cock.

She moaned in wild delight as she discovered that this new position gave her more friction from his dick against her clitoris. She hated herself for what she was doing, yet she knew it was impossible not to do it.

And then she was coming, exploding wildly. Juice poured out from her cuntlips to bathe his balls and belly.

And then his come answered her. His dick rocketed jets of boiling male juice deep in her belly.

"Shit, you are one fine fuck, lady!" he growled.

Melissa climbed off his dripping dick and stood glaring at him from the middle of the room.

"I'm going into the bathroom now and wash your filth out of me. If you're here when I come back, I'm going to call the police."

"Oh? Really?" From inside of his coat, Darren pulled a tiny tape recorder. "Wonder what they'll say when they hear you begging me to fuck you on this tape?"

"Bastard!" Melissa hissed, and stomped from the room.

She washed herself in the tub, inside and out. Then she took a long shower and washed her hair. After her body was completely dry, she over-powdered and over perfumed herself until she could neither smell nor feel the stench of Darren Rethro on her body.

When she walked back into the bedroom, he was gone. As much as she hated to admit it, the bastard had turned her on, and her pussy was still unsatisfied.

She picked up the phone and called Jeff and Bob. No answer. And no answer at Veronica's. She looked at the clock. Three hours to her date. She smiled. Her date was named Jerry Carlson. He was a quiet, shy kind of guy, who looked like he'd never gotten a good, hot pussy in his life.

Well, tonight Jerry's whole view of sex would probably get radically changed!

To kill some time, she decided to do some work in the dark room. After about twenty minutes, she remembered the pictures she'd stuffed in the drawer.

When she opened the drawer, it was empty.

CHAPTER EIGHT

"What's the matter, Jerry?"

"No thing… it's just, well, you're so beautiful. And I do want to, but it is our first date, and…"

"And what?" Melissa said, letting her fingers trail up his thigh until she was a scant inch from the bulge of his cock in his pants.

"Well, I – look, you sure you don't want to go out to dinner?"

"But I'm fixing it here," Melissa grinned.

"Yeah. Yeah, that's what you said." He gasped as the tips of her fingers trailed across his dick. "Are you sure?" he said in a squeaky voice. "Are you sure it's not burning."

"It sure is," she giggled.

"Maybe you'd better check it."

"Yes, Jerry, I'd better do that!" He didn't notice that she'd scampered into the bedroom.

Five minutes later her voice reached him loud and clear. "Jerry?"

"Uh… yeah?"

"Come in here, will you?"

He followed the sound of her voice into what he thought was the kitchen. It turned out to be the bedroom.

"Oh, my God!"

"Dinner's ready, honey," Melissa quipped, spreading her legs. "I decided to give you dessert first!"

Jerry's knees went weak. Before him was the most beautiful female body he'd ever seen. She had her legs spread wide open and the blonde muff of her pussy was covered with whipped cream. And, from the pink lips of her pussy, half a peeled banana peeked out.

"Jesus!"

"What's the matter, honey? Haven't you ever eaten a banana before?"

"Uh, yeah… but…"

"Haven't you ever eaten a pussy before?"

"Yeah, a long time ago. But I…"

"Jerry?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you just gonna stand there?"

With a long, low wail, he fell between her legs and crammed the banana into his mouth. He swallowed greedily and, when the protruding half was gone, he went after the rest of it.

When his head was between her thighs, Melissa opened the lips of her pussy willingly. Her twitching cunt quivered with lust for the feel of his tongue. She was surprised. Jerry was a more than adequate cunt-lapper.

His hands slid beneath her buttocks and forced her to raise her body. This put her fuck-slit on a level with his mouth. Her legs were draped over his shoulders, with her thighs spread as wide as possible, her ass cheeks showing pinkly against the white sheets of the bed.

"Yeah, yeah, baby," Melissa groaned with glee. "Chomp me up! Eat my pussy!"

Starting one more time at the pinkish-red lips of her aching cunt, Jerry pressed his mouth to her quivering lips, his tongue dipping straight in. He licked her pussy, and instantly he felt her juice start to pour.

He sucked the rest of the banana from her hole, along with most of the whipped cream, then he swallowed it all greedily.

Her white thighs were wrapped around his head in a death grip. Her legs pulled his face into her cunt so tightly that he couldn't see, hear, or even breathe. Luckily he was able to hold his breath.

His tongue leaped out of his mouth again, licking the soft, inner lips of her hungering cunt, sucking the sweet juices from them. And Melissa, feeling the sting of his tongue, had a minor come.

His tongue ran up and down, and then around inside her meaty pussy. The walls of her cunt flesh thrilled to the attack of his spearing tongue. He lapped again. He sucked her clit. Her hands rested on his head, pressing his face even deeper into her hole.

My God, the young man thought, and all I expected to do was kiss her goodnight!

Melissa became a demon, a wild woman, under him. She thrashed about so violently that it was difficult for him to keep his tongue centered in her heated cunt. He had to wrap his arms around her waist and steady her as she rammed her pussy fiercely against his sucking mouth. Another climax quickly followed, and yet another began building up.

Jerry began sucking like an insane vampire, only he wanted pussy fluid, not blood. She thrashed violently on the bed, biting her wrist to keep herself from shrieking to the entire apartment house that she was ready to come again.

This was it, the big come. Great gobs of pussy juice spewed out, flooding Jerry's face, his throat and his shoulders, seeping onto the bedsheets. Melissa squirmed, writhed and wiggled so fiercely she almost twisted his neck as he clung to her, moving with her every turn.

"Now! Now, I'm ready!" she shrieked. "Send some dick up me!"

Jerry scrambled up her body and guided his meat to her cunt.

The tip of his hot dick sought the opening of her cunt. He slipped it inside her gradually, taking his time at first, then gaining momentum until it was all the way in.

Oh, God, it feels so good, Melissa thought, as she savored the feeling of the solid meat filling her hole. The hotly swollen prick rubbed against her cunt walls, building up the already hot passion within her.

"God, I'm fucking you!" Jerry gasped in awe and wonder.

No shit, Melissa thought, as she heard the telephone start to ring.

"You… your… phone's ringing," he gasped.

"The hell with the phone!" Melissa growled. "I'm cuuummmiiiinnnng – fuck meeeeee!"

With each of his strokes gaining some momentum, Melissa grabbed both ass cheeks tightly and her teeth nipped sharply into the skin of his broad shoulders, drawing blood.

The peaks of sensation grew in length and intensity, causing her to draw her long fingernails slashingly across his heaving back. She struggled to cup his bouncing balls, but the speed of his fucking made it impossible to get a good grip on him.

Her fingers tickled his asshole, playing with the curly hairs in the crack, and she suddenly shoved one long fingernail straight up into his hole, catching Jerry off guard.

"Ow!" he yelped, then fucked harder.

"Ooooh, Jerry, what a wonderful prick you've got," she moaned. "Wonderful! Keep it up my cunt, honey! Keep it up me for a little bit longer, baby."

She felt his prick throbbing and getting ready to come.

"Jeez, you're a gorgeous fuck," he panted. "Why didn't you tell me before? We could have been doing this often! I wish I knew you liked fucking this much!"

"What difference does it make?" Melissa cried. "We're fucking now, dammit! Come! Come with me!"

Then they were there.

Melissa was quaking and trembling, rooting wildly up and down his dick. It was obvious she was having her climax. His cock throbbed violently, then came, shooting great spurts of jism deep into her belly.

"Ohhh, yessss!" she screamed. "Fill me! Fill me up with your juice!"

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Jerry chanted, driving and lunging his prick as far up her channel as he could, until his balls were empty.

He moaned and collapsed down on top of her, just as Veronica came rushing into the room.

"Melissa, I tried to call you – you didn't answer your phone."

Jerry squealed like a wounded pig and scrambled his naked body under the covers.

"What's wrong with him?" Veronica asked.

"Nothing," Melissa replied. "He's just new at this. What's wrong? You look like you just lost your best friend!"

"I've maybe lost my future husband!" Veronica said.

"Why?" Melissa was really alarmed now, sensing that Veronica wasn't kidding.

"That prick Darren has the pictures you took of Jeff and me balling. He just called me to come up to his apartment!"

"Glad you could make it," Darren said, leering as he pulled Veronica into the apartment.

"Just what do you want, Darren?" she said coldly.

"You know what I want," he replied. "You've been fucking everyone in this apartment house but me. Well, now I'm gonna join the club. Take your clothes off!"

"Go to hell!"

"Okay," he shrugged. "I've got your precious fiance's address."

He opened the door, but, instead of leaving, Veronica started reaching for the zipper on her dress.

"All right, you bastard, I'll fuck you – in exchange for the pictures."

He slammed the door. "You'll do more than that, baby."

Veronica shivered, stopping the zipper halfway down her back. Maybe she could stall for a little while. "Can I have a drink?"

"No," he hissed. "I don't drink while doing three things, working, driving, and fucking."

Veronica shrugged in defeat. She couldn't get him drunk, after all. And she would have to take him without the mercy of a stiff shot.

Darren suddenly reached out and grabbed her. He pressed his moist lips against hers. Veronica refused to give any reaction at all. She was limp in his arms. This made Darren push her back against the wall.

"You're not going to get cold on me!" he hissed. "I told you that you're going to do things, and you will!" He picked up a pair of high-heeled black boots and tossed them at her.

Veronica caught the boots and looked at them. They were very shiny, with six-inch-long heels on them. "You want me to wear these?" she asked in monotone.

"Yeah. High-heeled boots excite me."

She curled her lips into a smile. If this is all he expected of her, this session may not be too bad after all.

"I've got some other things that we'll both wear, too," Darren added leeringly.

He held up leather straps and shook them. "Maybe I'd better just bind you. If you had me bound up, you'd probably just leave."

"Now, wait a minute – I'm not crazy about being tied up by leather straps!"

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you. In fact, I want you to hurt me."

"What are you talking about?"

Darren picked up a long leather whip as black and as shiny as the boots. He snapped it once in the air. He seemed to be thrilled by the sharp sound it made. "Let me see you work it, doll," he said, handing it over to her.

Veronica let the whip hang loose in her hand. It was at least six feet long and heavy. The boots were odd enough and the leather straps were worse, but this?

She raised her arm and let the long, black whip out. Then she brought her arm down abruptly so that the whip would snap.

"Perfect the first time!" Darren cried with glee. "Now let's get naked!"

Darren hurried out of his clothes. There was no place to turn away from him, so Veronica averted her eyes. She took off her clothes, dreading the session that she was about to go through. When she was nude, she pulled on the boots. They were a bit tight and hurt her feet. It was hard for her to stand in the impossibly high heels. She found that she towered over Darren like a giant.

"Veronica! My God, you're beautiful! I've never seen tits like those!" He fell to his knees and gazed wide-eyed at her lush nakedness in the high heeled black boots.

She stood there waiting for him to make the next move, to offer the first suggestion. Then he crawled forward and pressed his lips against the boots. He kissed them lovingly. Then he licked the high heels.

Veronica gritted her teeth in revulsion as she watched the naked body beneath her. This was only the beginning, she knew, and she wondered about how many quirks this sick, strange creature was going to reveal.

He began to bring his loud, kissing mouth up along her legs. She felt his darting tongue over her skin. As he brought himself into a kneeling position once again, he grasped her buttocks tightly and then shoved his wildly working mouth forward into her cunt.

"You're hurting me!" Veronica cried. "Don't bite it!"

In answer, Darren brought her body closer to his face and held her buttocks in a vise. His teeth gnashed with more and more violence. He gripped her clitoris between his teeth.

"Christ, you asshole!" Veronica screamed.

"I'll make your fucking cunt bleed, honey!"

Veronica reached down and grabbed his hair. She pulled hard, forcing his face away from her pain-throbbing pussy. There was an expression of ecstasy on Darren's moist features.

"Beat me!" he begged. "Whip me! I'm your slave!"

Veronica grasped the heavy handle of the whip. A wave of joy and anger swept over her. Now it was her turn to do the hurting, to apply the pain.

She raised her arm and brought the long black whip across his naked back.

Darren cried out in pain. "Easy! Easy!" he pleaded.

She pretended that she hadn't heard him. She brought the whip down across his back with the same force. A sharp snapping sound filled the room.

He bent his forehead to the floor and grabbed her high heels. "Easier! If you don't, I'll pull you off your feet and use the whip on you!"

Veronica paused. She couldn't let her anger get the best of her. This time she applied the whip almost gently.

"Harder!" Darren demanded.

Again she struck him across the back with the whip.

"That's better. Now just a bit more harder…"

Veronica looked down at his naked back. Red welts were criss-crossed on it. The skin remained unbroken. If only she could break that skin and make him bleed! Once more she brought the whip down with a bit more force.

"Ahhhhh!" Darren sighed happily. "Just right. Keep it like that!"

Again and again, Veronica whipped him with the same amount of power. Each time, he gave a satisfied grunt. Welts grew on the nude flesh.

Then he flattened himself out on the floor at her feet. "More!" he urged.

She brought the whip down on his ass. Red marks cut across the white skin. Without realizing it, she began to apply the whip harder.

"Stop!" he cried.

She forced herself to stop whipping him. She hoped he'd enjoyed the whipping as much as she had!

Darren got to his feet. He looked up into her face. "You'd make a good whore. It took me hours before I could get a hooker to whip me like that."

"I still can't see why you go for being whipped."

Darren grabbed her hand and placed it on his lust-hard cock. "That's why!" he growled. "Being whipped gives me fantastic hard-ons to fuck with!"

Veronica pulled her hand away. He circled his arm around her waist and led her over to the sofa. She was forced to lean against him to keep from falling because of the high heels.

"Lie down! On your belly!"

She lay across one arm of the sofa, with her luscious ass sticking up in the air. Then Darren moved around in front of her.

"What now?" she asked. The big head of his cock was dangling in front of her face.

"Suck my dick, for starters," he answered. "Then I'll fuck you!"

Get him off, Veronica's mind wailed, suck him off and he'll be done!

"Well?" He was obviously getting dangerously impatient.

She looked directly at his prick. It had stretched to its full potential. The cockhead had escaped the foreskin and it throbbed and danced toward her quivering lips.

Normally, seeing a dick like this would send the juices cascading down her thighs. But now all she wanted to do was get it over with and let him think that he was a man.

She held the jerking prick, turning it, twisting it, running the slick skin back and forth on the shaft. At the same time, she fondled his balls, gently rubbing them together in their hairy, leathery sac.

His breathing became heavier.

"No, honey, now. Your mouth! Dammit, use your mouth on my cock!"

"Yes, Darren, I'm going to suck your cock. I'm going to love the cum right out of it."

"That's better!"

He aimed his throbbing prick at the center of her beautiful face and slowly slid his hips forward.

Veronica could smell the male odor of his clear juice. She closed her eyes as the rubbery tip struck her nose and then slid down over her upper lip. His cockhead hit her chin, then her lips.

He grabbed her head and swiveled his hips.

Veronica puckered her lips around the fiery head of his prick. Then his lips opened and the cockhead was pushing relentlessly into her mouth. The pressure was too great. She couldn't contain it any longer.

"Easy, easy!" she cried.

"Easy, shit, you cunt. Suck it!"

His prick pressured her jaws apart and the throbbing head was between her teeth. She started to bite it. Her teeth gently sank into the rubbery flesh. And then the tightening hands on her head silently warned her, brought her mind back to fact and reality.

She opened her jaws and throat.

His cock sank deeper. Soon the entire knob and a good portion of the thick shaft had entered her mouth. His thrusting prick was steaming hot and he was gasping with the sensations that the roof of her mouth caused on the head of his tool. His hips moved faster, withdrawing and then pumping his meat back into her mouth. He gained a little more of her throat with each driving thrust.

Veronica was gagging. But then she started bobbing her head, moving her tongue back and forth along the length of his prick as he fucked in and out, in and out of her mouth. Her mouth was filled with pre-cum fluid and saliva. She timed his strokes with her bobbing head so she could swallow and regain her breath.

"That's it! That's better!" he groaned. "Now really suck on it!"

"Mmmnnnnggg!"

"Don't just jerk it off with your mouth, cunt! Suck it. Suck it! Suck the fucking thing!" She sucked.

She closed her eyes and she opened her jaws and she sucked.

Darren drove harder to get the full length of his prick into her throat. When he came, he wanted the cum to have a smooth, straight slide down her throat and into her belly.

His prick head was heading for the far depths of her throat. Then his lower belly, bristling with hair, was butting against her nose. He was mashing her nose as the full, throbbing length of his thick meat found a home in her throat.

"You got it all, cunt. You got my big meat all the way in your mouth!"

He lowered his ass slightly as he humped, and his balls bounced off her chin. He did it harder. It was nice to feel her big, bare titties against his legs when he came.

Then his hands were full of her hair. He pulled violently as his hips thrust in the same tempo. Her mouth became a wet, hot cauldron.

Cum boiled in his balls.

The tube on the underside of his cock expanded and contracted against her tongue.

"Suck it, honey! Suck my dick!"

Veronica barely managed to breathe around the onslaught of his pistoning prick. The throbbing head seemed to rip and tear at her throat with each powerful lunge. She grabbed his buttocks and held on to them. She felt his corded ass muscles tightly clench as he hammered his cock into her sucking mouth.

"I got it!" he hissed at last, "There! I'm almost there! Almost coming like hell!"

She knew it. By sense and by feel she knew his load was at the boiling point and it would soon cascade from the head of his dick.

She tried to pull away. Maybe he would let it flow into her hand. She thrashed her head from side to side in an effort to rid her throat of the oncoming storm.

"Oh, no!" he gasped. "Oh, no!"

Then he was truly there: he was coming inside her mouth.

He clutched her ears hard. She felt as though he would tear them from her head.

She stopped struggling.

The cum was thick and gooey. The spurts splattered against the roof of her mouth and, as his cock drove oh, against the back of her throat.

"Don't hold your breath, honey! Swallow it!"

She had no choice. She gulped. His cum became a steadily flowing river of hot cream rolling down her throat to form a pool in the pit of her belly.

When the last drop had been squeezed through the shaft and shot in her mouth, Darren pawed her, turning her over onto her back.

Veronica looked down through the valley of her heaving tits. His dick was as hard as ever.

Darren chuckled. "Getting whipped does that to me," he said. "I can fuck for hours."

"No, no more. I want to leave now."

"Soon, baby, soon. But I gotta have one more. Jesus, you sure got a fine pair of tits."

He dropped to his knees between her thighs. Veronica tried to close them. They were jerked apart. Then he fell forward onto her with a grunt and a sigh.

His hard, erect cock plunged straight up into her cuntal lips. Then his cockhead was burning into the hot, yielding folds of her pussy.

A scream ripped from Veronica's throat as his prick thrust savagely into her, driving past the hair lined lips and into the walls of her cunt. In two thrusts he buried himself far inside her. She felt stuffed. She felt his balls against her asshole.

She flailed her head as he jerked, yanking his cock nearly out of her with a wet, sucking sound. He hissed through clenched teeth as he plunged his giant cock back in. His hands squeezed her naked tits as if they were dough. The tender flesh bulged out around his kneading fingers. His tongue was a sudden licking flame over her nipples. They responded instantly. The tiny peaks rose and expanded in his mouth.

"Good! You're good as shit, honey. Got a good, tight pussy. Damn good!"

Brutally, he thrust the hardness of his massive cock into her, then whipped it nearly out, only to drive it into her even harder. He hammered her pelvic bone with his groin. Again and again, his driving meat slammed into the fleshy, hot lips of her cunt.

Veronica could feel it. Her body was washing his cock with her flowing, sticky juices. She was getting as hot as he was.

Perspiration rolled and dripped from her trembling body. His hairy thighs slapped her smooth ones until they glowed. Her head rose, fell back as he fucked excitedly in and out of her wet cunt in long, jolting thrusts. Her hair streamed loosely, pasted in wet strands to her face. Her big tits heaved with her ragged breathing.

She was panting and moaning. She was crammed, filled, gorged with his cock as he continued to lunge and ram his pounding meat into her. Then, prompted by a deep growl that stared far back in his throat, his cock erupted. It spewed its warm stickiness from the jerking cockhead to bathe her inner, writhing pussy.

Each lunge and grasping jerk of his body sent another hot stream of cum between her thighs. She lay panting as he poured his juice into her hole.

Then he groaned and raised his body slowly from her. His drooping prick slithered out of her cunt.

"Now, turn-over again!"

"What for?" Veronica cried.

"Shit, honey, I ain't done yet. I'm gonna fuck you in the ass now!"

CHAPTER NINE

They were all waiting with gloomy faces in Melissa's apartment when Veronica tearfully returned.

"Well, how did it go?" Melissa asked anxiously.

"Horrible. He's the weirdest!"

"But did you get the pictures?" Jeff said.

Veronica threw an envelope on the coffee table. It was quickly snatched up by Bob and ripped open. "This is only one," he said. "There were over thirty of them!"

"That's right," Veronica nodded. "I get one picture for each session with the bastard."

"Oh, my God!" Melissa cried.

"My sentiments exactly," Veronica nodded. "I just can't go down there again."

Then she told them all, in great detail, what Darren had put her through.

"C'mon, Bob," Jeff said, standing. "Let's go down there and beat the shit out of the bastard."

"No!" Melissa said. "That won't do any good."

"Why not?" Bob said, clenching his fists.

"Because he's probably got the pictures hidden, and all you two would accomplish is an assault suit against yourselves. Then we'd be even worse off. Now this is all my fault, so I feel it's up to me to get Veronica out of this!"

"But how?" Jeff asked.

"I don't know for sure," Melissa replied. "Does anybody know what Darren does?"

Everyone looked at each other, until Veronica suddenly offered, "Truthfully, no. I don't think he does anything. I mean, he never seems to go to work."

"Who is this guy anyway?" said young Jerry, who, until now, had been sitting quietly, listening to their conversation.

"His name is Darren Rethro." Bob answered.

Jerry's face lit up. "I know the Rethro family," he said. "I don't know if Darren is one of those Rethros, but if he is…"

They all crowded around him.

"If he is, it might help, Jerry," Melissa said. "Tell us!"

"Well, old man Rethro and his wife were very wealthy, and toward the end of their life they got heavy into religion. They endowed all kinds of religious groups and, as I remember, they put all kinds of strings on the endowments."

"Hmmm," Bob mused, "so if Darren is one of those Rethros, maybe there are strings on him, too."

"So, what if he is?" Veronica said. "How does that help us?"

Melissa giggled and clapped her hands. "If he is, I think I know a way. And I think I know a way to find out!" She crossed to the phone, found the number she needed, and dialed. "Hello, Carrie? Listen, this is Melissa in 4-B. I wonder if you could drop down to my apartment. There's something very important I'd like to talk to you about."

"The prick! The rotten, dirty bastard!" Carrie Gayle hissed, sitting back in shocked amazement on Melissa's sofa. "I mean, I knew he was sick, but this is too much!"

"Will you help us, Carrie?" Melissa asked as the others strained forward in anticipation.

"Hell, yes!" Carrie said. "I'd be glad to! Darren's old man set up a lifelong trust fund for him, but there are all kinds of strings attached. Darren was supposed to stay chaste and pure until marriage, he has to do it in this crazy church that his old man founded."

"Wow," Jeff whistled, "no wonder the guy is weird!"

"And what happens if Darren doesn't live up to the stipulations of his father's will?" Melissa asked.

Carrie grinned. "You mean if he found himself in some scandal or something?"

"That's right."

"I guess he'd find himself cut right out of the will," Carrie answered.

Melissa slapped her leg. "Well, then, I know just what we're going to do."

"What?" Bob asked.

"You'll see. But we'll have to have another session of fucking from you, Veronica, one that I can photograph. Are you up to it?" Veronica smiled. "I'm a little sore," she quipped, "but I'm always up to screwing Jeff."

"No, not Jeff," Melissa said. "Jerry."

"Who, me?"

"That's right, Jerry, you. You see, it has to be someone almost exactly the size and build of Darren, and you're the closest. Will you help us?"

"Shit, I don't know," Jerry stammered. "I mean, I'd love to ball Veronica, but I don't know if I can do it on command!"

Veronica slid across to Jerry on the sofa and brushed her huge tits across his shoulder as she ran her hand up his leg to his cock.

"I'll take care of that part of it, lover," she breathed.

"Okay, everybody out!" Melissa ordered. "C'mon, you two, into the bedroom!"

If Jerry was shy about being photographed while fucking Veronica, the shyness disappeared by the time they were both naked and Veronica was lying on her back, begging Jerry to eat her pussy.

As his head lowered and the musky aroma of her cunt hit his nostrils, he forgot all about Melissa being in the room with her clicking camera.

His hot, eager tongue flicked up the tapering legs, the inside thighs, then across the flat white belly, hesitating at the navel as she squirmed sensuously around him, her nails clawing at his shoulders.

"Kiss it, honey, that's the way! Oh, lover, it feels wonderful!" she moaned huskily.

His hot tongue penetrated the silky slit between the lush thighs, darting in and out. Veronica's entire body lurched violently with the sensation.

"Ohhh, shit, it feel soooo gooooood!"

Jerry was reveling in the sweet muskiness of her pussy. "Jeez, Veronica, you're so beautiful! Your body is fantastic! Think of all the fucking I've missed. But I'm gonna make up for it right now!"

Melissa smiled as she snapped away. Little innocent Jerry was growing up mighty fast. "Eat her some more, Jerry. Put your tongue in her. I'm getting it all, just the way it happened before!"

Veronica was going wild. All the stored-up frustrations of fucking that beast Darren were now coming out in bed with the handsome young Jerry. Even without the photo session, she would have welcomed his sex, just to rid herself of the memory of Darren Rethro.

"Yes, yes, Jerry, do it to me now! Put it into me, suck me hard and fast!" Her knees came up, slowly spread apart, her hips pushing her cunt up to his sucking face.

Jerry moved up to her tits, kissed each round melon tenderly. Then he trailed his lips down into the valley between them and across the suntanned expanse of her deep-breathing belly.

"Ohhh, Jerry, that feels so good, so damned good! Do it some more, more!"

She moaned, whispered to him, spread her legs farther apart, as he moved in closer to her cunt. She lifted her head and watched his lips move toward her pulsing cuntlips.

"Yes, Jerry, lick me! Oh, baby, lick my pussy, suck my cunt! Kiss my clit! Put your tongue into me, deep, deep inside me! Do anything you want with me, Jerry, but keep your tongue inside the!"

When his tongue touched the outer lips of her cunt, she thrust her hips hard against him. His hands spread the hair. Then his mouth met her cunt and Veronica gasped. Her body shook with a spasm of desire. She shivered and gasped again as her body trembled with spasm after spasm. His tongue darted into her cunt, licking the sides, lapping up the juices.

"Oh, baby, drink it all! Drink every drop! Drink till I can't give you any more!" Veronica gave one final shudder and the climax was past. She wriggled her hips against him and his face moved up from her cunt to her mouth.

Then his tongue was driving into her throat, and she could feel his prick probing against her legs. She reached down between them and grasped the long, throbbing cock and guided it home as he dug into her, letting the scraping pain of his prick swell into the ecstasy of a fuck.

Jerry's excitement had surged. The hot cum pulsed up his tubes and into his prick. He exploded in her and the hot stream of his cum hit her pussy walls like a blowtorch. Veronica shuddered in another climax.

Then they both collapsed, panting, sweating, totally exhausted.

"Was that enough? Did you get it?" Jerry groaned, falling back to the bed.

"Yeah," Melissa said, "for the camera, it was enough. But not for me. Watching the two of you has got me hotter'n hell!"

Veronica giggled. "Then come here, honey and drape that sweet blonde pussy over my mouth! Veronica will take care of your problem!"

CHAPTER TEN

"Here are the pictures of Jerry and Veronica, Carrie," Bob said. "Do you think you can duplicate each of those positions tonight with Darren?"

Carrie studied each of the shots carefully, and finally nodded. "I think so."

"It has to be exactly the same," Bob said. "Are you sure?"

Carrie set the pictures on the coffee table. "I know one way I can be sure," she said, smiling coyly at Bob.

"How?"

"With a little practice," she laughed. "That damned Darren has so monopolized my pussy that I haven't had a chance to sample anybody else in this crazy apartment house. C'mere!"

Bob was more than willing. Carrie had the beautiful, voluptuous body of the professional stripper. He'd long thought of making a play for her, but Darren was always around.

Well, Darren wasn't around now.

"Let's fuck!"

Carrie peeled her dress to her waist. Suddenly the tits he had hungered for were there, so tremendous in size, so sound and white and hot and heavy in his eager hands that he nearly went out of his mind.

"Carrie, I'm dying to fuck you!"

They twisted around on the sofa, pressing closer and closer. Her wide, lush mouth opened and closed hungrily over his. He felt the warm wetness of her darting tongue. His hands caught at her lovely asscheeks and he kneaded the hard mounds.

"Damn!" Carrie breathed, when her hand curved around his dick. "I've been a damn fool all this time for just fucking Darren!"

"I wanna fuck you right. This sofa's too small."

"Yeah, c'mon, the bed!" She trotted across the room, shrugging out of her dress as she moved.

Bob followed, his mouth watering at the sight of her jiggling, perfectly rounded ass. She threw herself down on the bed, naked and squirming, while he fought to rid himself of his clothing.

"Jesus, you've got a beautiful body," she moaned when, at last, he stood poised above her, his huge cock bobbing and dripping. "And a gorgeous dick!"

"And your body is a vision. God, those tits!" He dropped onto his knees and gasped when the flesh of her tits filled his hands and then overflowed around them as he kneaded. "They're so big and so beautifully shaped!"

"You can't fuck tits, honey," she moaned, pulling him down on top of her.

She kissed him brutally, her juicy lips ravenous, her tongue invading his mouth. As he panted, she grasped his cock, guided it between her legs, and up the warm crease of her ass to the oozing lips of her cunt.

Her pussy felt fantastic against the head of his cock. She seared his face with kisses as she arched her meat to his. He felt the heat rush to his thighs as her long legs scissored around him, pulling his prick down to her cunt.

"Hold it! Oh, hold it right there for a second! Oh, God, that feels good! I've got the head of your dick right at the hole of my cunt! Jesus, you're big, Bob! And your balls – my God!"

"You, you're big, too. You've got huge breasts!"

"But, you, oh, baby, put it in! Ream my pussy!"

"I want to eat you first, all right? I want to taste you."

"All right. I'm so fucking hot anything will bring me off!"

Bob started at her fascinating tits. The nipples were taut with desire. He buried his head between them, kissing the soft skin with his tongue. Her hands caressed the back of his head and the nape of his neck. Her fingers stroked his back and shoulders.

Bob's mouth went to a nipple and showered it with kisses. Then his lips closed over the tip and he sucked eagerly.

Carrie moaned. Her nipples were hot. She cradled his head on her tit. "Oh, I love that! Chew on it good! Bite! Not too hard. That's just right. Yes, bite! Ohhhh, that feels good!"

Bob was going wild now, almost out of control. He had to have her in every way. His mouth started to wander. He moved down to her belly and on down, down, down. His mouth was near the edge of her pubic hair.

"Baby," Carrie murmured, "do things for me. Please!"

His mouth found her slit and pounced. His tongue lashed out. Carrie shuddered. Her fingers dug into his shoulders. Her thighs yawned apart, giving him more freedom. His tongue was wonderful. The pleasure he gave her was mixed with pain. She screamed as her body had one convulsion after another.

"Oh, God, that's enough! That's more than enough! Now finish me off with your cock!"

Bob quickly moved up her body until the head of his prick was against her fur. "Put it in!" he gasped.

She took him in both hands and moved his huge meat between her lower lips. A delicious thrill, almost like a shock, raced through him. He went in slowly, panting and pushing until he was buried in her cunt balls-deep and their pubic hair was meshed.

"Oh, God, is that all of it?"

"Yeah. Yeah, baby, you got it all."

"Goddamn, you're big! But it's good! Now fuck me, baby, bring me off with that cock!"

She arched, her body demanding his fucking. His head was swimming, his cock burning up in her cunt. He suddenly paused, too overcome by her great heaving tits, her luscious thighs and surging ass, to move.

"Goddamn, Carrie, if I had known you were this good before…"

"It's okay, baby," Carrie grinned. "Once I get this thing with Darren over with, you and I will have a lot more of this!"

She rotated her buttocks, pushing up at him hard. His hands tightened their grasp on her, hurting her flesh. Her cunt held him fast, milking his prick as it fucked, milking it more as it burrowed deeper.

"I can't… hold out… much longer!" Bob gritted his teeth as he stabbed in and out.

Carrie spread her thighs wider as he surged into her, sobbing as he bore in, sighing as he pulled out. "Oh, God, what a glorious fuck this is!"

He kneaded her big ass, grabbing her flesh as his lunges increased. He was going to come soon. They both knew it. He thrust so deep into her wet hole that he set her cunt on fire. She jumped from the pounding and there was a mad whirling in her pussy.

"I'm coming, baby! Oh, oh, ohhhhhh!"

"Me, too!" She beat his back with her heels and rammed herself up, up higher.

There was a strange look in his eyes, a gasp of bewilderment, and then he exploded inside her. Carrie shrieked and came with him, her feet beating at his ass and her palms pounding his shoulders.

"Jesus, what a load you had," she sighed. "My pussy feels like it's taking a douche with cum!"

Bob rolled to her side, still gasping. "You're the best fuck I've ever had."

"Want some more?"

"Yeah, hell, yes!"

"You can have all you want, baby, after tonight. Now get out of here so I can go down to that prick Darren!"

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Carrie's session with Darren came off without a hitch. The tiny pocket camera Melissa had given her had never been detected by Darren. He would never have allowed himself to be photographed fucking, but they didn't need that. All Melissa needed was his face, in various contortions of lust.

Carrie got all that, and more.

"My God, they're perfect!" Jeff said, as they all sat around staring at the set of photographs that Melissa had cleverly doctored.

She had transposed Darren's face onto Jerry's body perfectly, and since all the apartments were basically alike, the background even looked like Darren's place.

"They might not hold up in court," Melissa said, "but I think they will be enough to frighten our weird friend."

A rap, harsh and demanding, came on the door. "There he is," Bob said. He moved to the door and flung it open.

Darren stood there with a leer on his face that faded when he saw the assembled crowd. "What the…?"

"Come on in, prick," Bob said, hauling the man into the apartment and slamming the door behind him. "Come over here. Look!"

Darren stared down at the array of photographs. There was a moment of panic on his face, and then he seemed to get his confidence back. "So what? They're doctored. Any idiot can see that."

"Maybe," said Melissa, "but if your family lawyer saw them, I think he might be intrigued enough to do some investigating."

"And," Carrie chimed in, "with all I'd be willing to tell him, you'd be out in the cold, Darren dear!"

"You bitch," Darren wheezed and made for her. But Jeff grabbed his arms and bent them painfully behind his back.

"Now, Darren," Melissa said, "we want you to go get those pictures of Jeff and Veronica and come right back up here!"

Darren knew when he was whipped. He left.

"Now hurry! Everyone get naked so we'll be ready when he comes back!"

"Gee, I'm not so sure," Veronica said.

"The hell you aren't," Jeff growled. "If you don't want to teach that prick a lesson, I do, Veronica!"

"Okay, okay," the brunette said, slipping her dress off as the others followed suit.

Darren gasped when he returned to the apartment to find them all naked and fondling each other.

Melissa ripped the envelope from his hands and examined the contents. "They're all here," she announced. "Okay, Jeff, Bob, get him ready!"

"What?" Darren cried, as the two men grabbed him and bent him over the sofa. "Ready for what?"

"You'll see," Jeff chuckled, holding him in a vise-like grip.

Suddenly, Darren realized that his wrists and ankles were being tied with leather thongs. "What in the hell are you doing?" he yelped.

"Just relax, lover," Melissa purred. "Like we told you before, this other was just a little warm-up for what's going to happen. Relax. You won't get hurt… too much."

You won't get hurt… too much… too much… too much. The phrase rang over and over through Darren's mind. What could they have planned for him?

His thoughts were interrupted by the sharp blow of a whip across his legs. He cried out involuntarily and looked up to see Veronica standing above him.

"All right, prick. Get on your knees. Quick!" Darren practically tell forward to his knees on the floor. "You bastards, you bastards!" he hissed.

"What's the matter, Darren?" Veronica chuckled. "I thought you liked this shit."

"Only when he controls it," Carrie said, taking the whip from the brunette. "Here, let me get a lick or two in, Veronica, while you get ready."

Darren closed his eyes and ground his teeth together as he heard the whip sing through the air a second time. It cracked across his ass and he screamed in pain.

They were all behind him now. He tried to twist his head around to find out what they were doing.

But he could only get a glimpse of Carrie as she moved to the other side of him with the whip. Then from behind he felt the sting of another whip. Then another. And a third. Three of them had whips and they were taking turns using them on his back and legs.

"Are you going to cooperate with us, Darren?" Carrie's voice was sugary sweet in spite of the whip she was wielding.

"No! You people are crazy! Let me…" Darren felt what must have been the other end of the whip, the handle, hit him across the side of the face.

"Now, what were you saying, my pet?"

"I said you people are…"

Thud!

This time the handle had cracked him across the skull. The whips hadn't hurt that much across his back and legs. They only stung. But these handles across the head were serious business. For now Darren thought it might be better to play along. At least until he figured out what they planned to do with him.

"Okay, I'll cooperate."

His mouth was moving slowly. The two blows against his head had stunned him a little. The whips across his back stopped, and he could hear movement behind him again.

Then he felt soft fingers separating the cheeks of his ass and thought for a moment that this might not be so bad after all.

Then he heard Carrie's voice, and the words chilled him.

"Hand me some of that stuff, Jeff. Melissa, you and Veronica get your equipment on. I'll get him opened up for you!"

"What the fuck!" Darren screamed as he felt the fingers work at his asshole.

Then out of the corner of his eyes he saw Melissa. Strapped around her hips was a huge dildo, twice the size of Jeff's enormous cock. She was going to fuck him in the ass with that monster.

It would kill him, rip him in half!

Oh shit, he thought. How could he get out of this? He tried to stand up and felt the dull thud of Jeff's fist across his head.

"Just hold still, prick. Who knows, you might enjoy it."

"Like hell!" Darren hissed.

He tightened in defense against the onslaught of Melissa's big cock as he felt it pushing against his ass. Then he stifled a yell as he felt himself being split open. Melissa pulled out and slapped him across the butt.

"Relax!" she commanded.

Darren tried to.

When Melissa entered him again, it didn't hurt as much. He tried to force himself to relax again. He remembered a doctor somewhere in his past who had shoved his hand halfway up his ass for an examination of some kind.

He tried to think of anything to force himself to relax. Melissa pulled out again and Darren braced himself for another fist. Instead, he heard movement behind him again and then felt smooth hands on his back.

"Not bad, Darren. You sure you haven't played around?" It was Veronica's voice. What was she going to do to him?

And then he craned his neck around. The dildo strapped in front of Veronica's cunt was even bigger than the one on Melissa.

"No, no! Please! Ohhhh, sheeeiiiiit!"

Veronica shrieked with glee as she forced the huge rubber dick up his asshole. "Take it! Take my cock, you bastard!" she cried.

"Please! Oh, my God, you're killing me!" Darren thrashed around and screamed again as Veronica thrust the full length of the dildo up his rectum.

She dug her fingernails into his back and laughed. "Turn-about's fair play, huh, Darren? How do you like it?"

Darren knew better than to say anything. He held still and let her ride him. He had no choice.

Then Veronica pulled out and moved around in front of him. "Okay, you get to have a little fun now. You think you can get it up? You damn well better, because giving it to you has made me want it."

The three of them moved as if the whole thing had been worked out in advance. Veronica lay on her back in front of him and put her legs on his shoulders, placing her cunt right at his mouth. Carrie slid in under him at an angle and pulled him down so that his cock rested against the warmth of her hole.

In spite of the pain before, Darren got hard fast smelling the cunt in his face and feeling Carrie push against him.

He started eating like a man who was starved. Carrie guided his hand between her legs.

It was like the whole world was pussy. In front of him, beneath him. Everywhere. Melissa returned to her position between Darren's legs.

Again he felt Melissa's dildo ream his ass and push his tongue deep into Veronica's cunt.

"Eat, you sonofabitch!" Veronica wailed. "That's Jeff's cum there in my cunt, and I want you to suck it all out!"

He felt his dick enter Carrie's pussy. Then all he could feel was hot, wet cunt. He fucked and licked harder, digging his head into Veronica's legs and his dick into Carrie's. The cock in his ass was pushing against something inside him. It hurt.

He tried with some small part of his mind to figure out what it could be, but decided it didn't really matter as long as he could keep on fucking and eating.

Like a machine, the four of them moved together, meeting each other's thrusts, slowly at first, and then still keeping the rhythm, they increased the speed, working faster and faster until Darren wondered how long it would be before the first one came.

He got his answer fast.

Veronica started groaning and tightened her legs around his neck. Then Carrie let a scream escape and reached up to grab his arms. Melissa stopped moving for a second and then dug all the way in, triggering the come inside Darren.

And then he couldn't feel anything. He passed out.

Palm Crest Apartments had never seen anything like it. It was the party to end all parties. And from the way it started, it was bound to end up as an orgy. Even little, shy, bald Albert Krantz and the landlady Viola Shephard, had been invited.

Of course, they almost had to be invited. It would have been awkward to have a naked pool party and not let the only two inhabitants of Palm Crest join in.

That morning Melissa had gone to see Viola Shephard and had told her everything. "Honey, I know it all already," the woman replied. "I've just been wondering howl could get in on the fun and games with all you young people. I'll be there with bells on!"

"Wonderful, Viola!"

"Oh, by the way," Viola said, "I hear Darren went into a monastery." Her grin seemed to be as wide as her face.

When Melissa went to Albert Krantz, the little man was overjoyed. He wanted to strip down right then and eat Melissa's pussy.

But she held him off. "Tonight, Albert. Tonight you'll get all the pussy your heart can stand!"

As Jerry and Melissa entered the pool area, they saw Jeff and Veronica. The two had become almost a steady couple since Darren's departure, as had Carrie and Bob.

Veronica looked beautiful in a full-skirted cocktail dress with a plunging neckline that revealed most of her luscious tits right to the nipple. Carrie was draped in a black dress that revealed all, and it was obvious that she wore no underwear under it.

Melissa waited until the action got started round the shy little Albert Krantz. He had become far from shy now, with the help of several drinks. His head was resting against Viola Shephard's big tits and his hand was playing in the crease of the woman's ass.

"Can I borrow Albert for a minute, Viola?"

"Sure," the woman laughed. "There's plenty to go around!"

"C'mon, Albert!"

Melissa led him away from the crowd into the shadow of a big tree at the far end of the patio.

"How do you feel, Albert?"

"Horny," he laughed, eyeing her huge breasts. "Good, then you haven't scored yet tonight?"

"Not yet."

Melissa giggled. "I'm glad I'm tall." Her full lips were moist. Her hand was groping Albert's swelling crotch.

"Why are you glad you're tall?" he asked thickly.

The top of her head reached the level of his eyes. "It makes it easier to do it standing up!" Her breath was coming in quick gasps. She took her hand away from his cock and pulled her skirt up to her waist. "I'm not wearing any panties!" she whispered.

He palmed her cunt and pressed it softly.

"You're not shy any more, are you, Albert?"

He chuckled, pressing a finger into her slit. "How could anyone living at Palm Crest stay shy for very long?"

Melissa threw her head back and laughed, almost hysterically. She unzipped his fly, freed his hard dick. "Mmmmm," she moaned softly, gently stroking his cock.

Her head was pressed firmly against the tree, her eyes half-closed, as if she were in a trance. Albert kept finger-fucking her pussy while she unbuckled his belt and the snaps of his trousers and shorts. He helped with one hand to get the shorts and trousers down around his ankles. His other hand was still busy on her pussy. And her soft hand stroked insistently at his cock.

"Want to fuck me now, Albert?"

"Right here? Standing up?"

"Sure… just like this!" Melissa lifted one long leg up and out as Albert eased his prick into her stretched pussy. He slid it into her to his balls. "Ohhhhh, that's nice!" she moaned, rolling her head slowly from side to side. She tickled his balls with her fingertips. "Yesss," she hummed. "Nice big balls. And, oh, Albert, your cock feels so goood!"

She lowered her leg so that her feet touched the ground. She began to roll her cunt in rhythm to his prick, contracting her inner muscles so expertly that it felt to Albert as though he were fucking a tight young virgin.

He began to jerk his meat harder. He knew she wanted it hard and fast. There wasn't time to have it any other way. He stretched his head forward to kiss and bite gently at her long, smooth neck.

He felt on the verge of coming and decided this was too good to end quite that quickly. With effort he slowed his pace. Melissa groaned her gratitude. She wasn't ready to end it, either. He stroked her ass – so firm and smooth like a baby's. Her warm fingers squeezed his hairy ass as their pelvises moved slow in unison, the slow, easy pace holding back the overflow, but keeping them both at a high, excited pitch.

"Isn't this wild?" Melissa whispered.

"Yeah, wild. I'll give it to you now," Albert said fiercely.

"Every inch of it, lover-man!"

She arched her back. He pressed the palms of his hands against the tree. He drew his pelvis well back before slamming forward, driving his cock home deep.

"Oohhhh!" she squealed.

He didn't pause. He jerked his dick back and forth as hard and fast as he could. By the time he shot his load, Melissa was screaming and squealing so loud he was sure she could be heard, even above the noise of the party.

They leaned toward one another, breathing heavily, while his prick slowly softened. She whimpered when his meat slid from her.

Albert pulled his shorts and trousers back up, but before he could fasten them, she said, "Let's go over to the pool. Let me wash your prick."

Standing by the pool, he let his shorts and trousers drop to his ankles again, thinking what the hell. She dipped her hands into the water and splashed some on his cock. The water was cool.

"I think I could get it cleaner with my tongue," Melissa breathed. She knelt in front of him, bathing his dick with her tongue and mouth.

Albert was old enough to be her father, but he was appealing to Melissa in a mature kind of way. He was strong and gentle, and, now that he had loosened up, he appealed to her strongly, sexually.

Her cunt heated up as his dick swelled in her mouth.

Viola Shephard stood between Bob and Jeff. All three of them were watching as Melissa openly sucked Albert's prick by the pool.

Viola was getting very hot. She was the oldest one at the party – forty-five – even older than Albert. But Albert was having his fun. It was time for Viola to loosen up. She turned to face Jeff.

"Are you big all over?" she asked bluntly.

"Wanna see?" Jeff laughed.

"Yes, why not?"

A ripple of surprise and expectation swept over the crowd. Without a hint of self-consciousness, Jeff unzipped his fly and exhibited his enormous hunk of meat. He dug his hands into his trousers and freed his pair of gigantic balls as well.

"Oh, my!" Viola moaned.

Her eyes were glazed. She reached out a trembling hand. The soft touch of her hand brought Jeff's cock to life. Slowly it uncoiled. When it was fully erect, it was fantastic. The head was thick, deep-ridged. His prick pointed slightly upward, bobbing back and forth.

"We've got to go to my room," Viola rasped. "Now!" Her long fingers coiled around the thick, pulsating meat.

"Room? Bullshit, room," Jeff laughed, shedding his clothes. "There's a chaise right there. Get naked, Viola!"

The older woman didn't hesitate. She knew her body wasn't as beautiful and firm as the other girls there, but she knew that she could fuck just as well as they could.

Off came the clothes, and then Jeff was lowering her down across the chaise, running the head of his cock up and down the wet slit of her hairy pussy.

"Want to suck it a little first, Viola?"

"Put it close to my mouth and see!" the woman chuckled.

"Go, folks, go!" Bob said, sitting on the lounge beside them, leading the rooting section. And when the action began, he lounged back, taking his cock from his trousers and idly stroking it.

Viola was in heaven. This had to be the ultimate cock! With her fingers at the base she flopped it back and forth. So heavy and huge!

She felt Jeff's strong hand gently press at the back of her head.

She rested her lips at the tip. Then she stretched them around the spongy cockhead. Jeff pushed forward slightly. Viola's lips sank down into the deep ridge that separated the heavy thick cockhead from the long, thick shaft. She held still, savoring the taste and feel of the spongy prickhead buried in her mouth.

Then slowly, easily, she felt the meat slide down her throat. It was so slick, warm, pulsating. All her throat seemed to be filled with it – throbbing hotly with cockmeat.

Jeff held still. Viola thought all that immense dick just had to be stuffed into her mouth, down her throat. She reached up to caress his gigantic balls. Gently, Jeff took her hand and guided it higher. With amazement she discovered that her mouth was only on half his meat!

She moaned softly, hungrily, around it. He fed her more cock. Her back was arched and she leaned slightly backwards, taking the heavy, mammoth meat down her throat like a sword swallower. She didn't even choke slightly as deeper and deeper the giant stud's prick invaded the depths of her saliva-filled throat.

"Go, Viola, go!" Veronica shouted. "Look at her take it, Jeff! God, you're never too old to enjoy a good cock!"

Viola felt like she was in heaven from all the attention. She forced more of the hose-like prick into her throat.

Then she heard Jeff's short, loud grunt of satisfaction. And she thought: Oh, yes! Yes! Yes! Now I have it all, all inside me. God, the electric, hot pulsating thrill of it! His swelling, throbbing cock buried between her lips.

She fondled his balls again, lifted her head higher. Not a fraction of an inch of cock was free of her lips. She inched her lips slowly, slowly down to the base. She darted out her tongue, licked at the slick skin, then up, up to the deep-ridged head. Then down her lips plunged, back down to the base.

She savored again the quiver of all the distended prick buried to the balls down her throat. He laced his fingers behind her head, and easing slowly, began mouth-fucking her.

Suddenly, Viola was filled with an overwhelming need to have that giant cock fucking her pussy, filling her cunt with its throbbing hardness.

She fell away from Jeff, looking up at him. His full, sensual lips lifted in a grin. She could see the burning in his eyes as he sank to his knees and his big hands fondled her full tits. His heavy cock bobbed from side to side.

With a trembling, excited hand Viola tapped one of his broad shoulders. He understood.

He stretched out on his back, his long legs spread wide. His throbbing meat pointed straight up toward the sky. Viola straddled him, facing him. Then she turned her head to one side to watch the others as she sank slowly down onto the erect cockmeat.

She pulled her pussy lips wide apart. As his cock nudged at the outer lips, Viola gasped. But as inch after inch slowly invaded her, as the clutching cuntwalls stretched to take the meat that seemed to have swelled to even greater size, she felt an electric ecstasy she had never felt before.

When she sank down till it was buried in her to the balls, she cried out loudly. She began to bounce up and down slowly, for it was a long trip for her pussy to travel from base of cockshaft to cockhead.

She grunted and squealed. And Jeff lay moaning, his giant of a body writhing. His hands clutched her bouncy tits. Lust spread across his handsome young face. Viola felt triumphant that she could bring this giant of a stud to such a frenzied degree.

He lifted his head partway up, crying out – a savage cry of release. And Viola felt spurt after spurt of his hot cum bathe her deep insides.

She threw her head way back, laughing wildly, still bouncing up and down. His soft whimpers begged for mercy.

Finally she stopped and barely rolled her hips. His cock fluttered. She contracted her cunt muscles around it, gripping it gently. She kept up the slow, slight roll of her hips.

Jeff's whimpers turned to moans. He reached up to fondle her tits again. And Viola felt his cock swell to hard, full erection again.

"Wow, did you ever see anything so fascinating?" Melissa said.

"No," Veronica said from beside her. "That's why I can't leave Palm Crest."

"What?" Melissa turned to face her. Veronica smiled. "Oh, I know we went through all that to save my marriage. But, now, seeing Viola join in with us, I know how much fun it's going to be around here; I just can't leave and marry some stuffy, narrow-minded old politician!"

"Oh, Veronica, I'm so glad!" Melissa cried, and kissed the other girl directly on the lips.

"Damn," Veronica moaned, "let's get out of these clothes and get some fucking!"

They were barely naked when Bob's voice rang out from the center of the action. "Hey, girls!"

They looked. He was naked, on his back, with his big dick waving in the air.

"I'll take his cock," Veronica grinned.

"And I'll take his tongue," Melissa giggled. God, she thought, the Midwest was never like this!

Content

Jeff Collins
Blackmailed swingers

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN