Jeff Collins: Blackmailed swingers

"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!"

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."