Jeff Collins: Blackmailed swingers

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.