Jeff Collins: Blackmailed swingers

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.