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"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.