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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!