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"Because he's probably got the pictures hidden, and all you two would accomplish is an assault suit against yourselves. Then we'd be even worse off. Now this is all my fault, so I feel it's up to me to get Veronica out of this!"

"But how?" Jeff asked.

"I don't know for sure," Melissa replied. "Does anybody know what Darren does?"

Everyone looked at each other, until Veronica suddenly offered, "Truthfully, no. I don't think he does anything. I mean, he never seems to go to work."

"Who is this guy anyway?" said young Jerry, who, until now, had been sitting quietly, listening to their conversation.

"His name is Darren Rethro." Bob answered.

Jerry's face lit up. "I know the Rethro family," he said. "I don't know if Darren is one of those Rethros, but if he is…"

They all crowded around him.

"If he is, it might help, Jerry," Melissa said. "Tell us!"

"Well, old man Rethro and his wife were very wealthy, and toward the end of their life they got heavy into religion. They endowed all kinds of religious groups and, as I remember, they put all kinds of strings on the endowments."

"Hmmm," Bob mused, "so if Darren is one of those Rethros, maybe there are strings on him, too."

"So, what if he is?" Veronica said. "How does that help us?"

Melissa giggled and clapped her hands. "If he is, I think I know a way. And I think I know a way to find out!" She crossed to the phone, found the number she needed, and dialed. "Hello, Carrie? Listen, this is Melissa in 4-B. I wonder if you could drop down to my apartment. There's something very important I'd like to talk to you about."

"The prick! The rotten, dirty bastard!" Carrie Gayle hissed, sitting back in shocked amazement on Melissa's sofa. "I mean, I knew he was sick, but this is too much!"

"Will you help us, Carrie?" Melissa asked as the others strained forward in anticipation.

"Hell, yes!" Carrie said. "I'd be glad to! Darren's old man set up a lifelong trust fund for him, but there are all kinds of strings attached. Darren was supposed to stay chaste and pure until marriage, he has to do it in this crazy church that his old man founded."

"Wow," Jeff whistled, "no wonder the guy is weird!"

"And what happens if Darren doesn't live up to the stipulations of his father's will?" Melissa asked.

Carrie grinned. "You mean if he found himself in some scandal or something?"

"That's right."

"I guess he'd find himself cut right out of the will," Carrie answered.

Melissa slapped her leg. "Well, then, I know just what we're going to do."

"What?" Bob asked.

"You'll see. But we'll have to have another session of fucking from you, Veronica, one that I can photograph. Are you up to it?" Veronica smiled. "I'm a little sore," she quipped, "but I'm always up to screwing Jeff."

"No, not Jeff," Melissa said. "Jerry."

"Who, me?"

"That's right, Jerry, you. You see, it has to be someone almost exactly the size and build of Darren, and you're the closest. Will you help us?"

"Shit, I don't know," Jerry stammered. "I mean, I'd love to ball Veronica, but I don't know if I can do it on command!"

Veronica slid across to Jerry on the sofa and brushed her huge tits across his shoulder as she ran her hand up his leg to his cock.

"I'll take care of that part of it, lover," she breathed.

"Okay, everybody out!" Melissa ordered. "C'mon, you two, into the bedroom!"

If Jerry was shy about being photographed while fucking Veronica, the shyness disappeared by the time they were both naked and Veronica was lying on her back, begging Jerry to eat her pussy.

As his head lowered and the musky aroma of her cunt hit his nostrils, he forgot all about Melissa being in the room with her clicking camera.

His hot, eager tongue flicked up the tapering legs, the inside thighs, then across the flat white belly, hesitating at the navel as she squirmed sensuously around him, her nails clawing at his shoulders.

"Kiss it, honey, that's the way! Oh, lover, it feels wonderful!" she moaned huskily.

His hot tongue penetrated the silky slit between the lush thighs, darting in and out. Veronica's entire body lurched violently with the sensation.

"Ohhh, shit, it feel soooo gooooood!"

Jerry was reveling in the sweet muskiness of her pussy. "Jeez, Veronica, you're so beautiful! Your body is fantastic! Think of all the fucking I've missed. But I'm gonna make up for it right now!"

Melissa smiled as she snapped away. Little innocent Jerry was growing up mighty fast. "Eat her some more, Jerry. Put your tongue in her. I'm getting it all, just the way it happened before!"

Veronica was going wild. All the stored-up frustrations of fucking that beast Darren were now coming out in bed with the handsome young Jerry. Even without the photo session, she would have welcomed his sex, just to rid herself of the memory of Darren Rethro.

"Yes, yes, Jerry, do it to me now! Put it into me, suck me hard and fast!" Her knees came up, slowly spread apart, her hips pushing her cunt up to his sucking face.

Jerry moved up to her tits, kissed each round melon tenderly. Then he trailed his lips down into the valley between them and across the suntanned expanse of her deep-breathing belly.

"Ohhh, Jerry, that feels so good, so damned good! Do it some more, more!"

She moaned, whispered to him, spread her legs farther apart, as he moved in closer to her cunt. She lifted her head and watched his lips move toward her pulsing cuntlips.

"Yes, Jerry, lick me! Oh, baby, lick my pussy, suck my cunt! Kiss my clit! Put your tongue into me, deep, deep inside me! Do anything you want with me, Jerry, but keep your tongue inside the!"

When his tongue touched the outer lips of her cunt, she thrust her hips hard against him. His hands spread the hair. Then his mouth met her cunt and Veronica gasped. Her body shook with a spasm of desire. She shivered and gasped again as her body trembled with spasm after spasm. His tongue darted into her cunt, licking the sides, lapping up the juices.

"Oh, baby, drink it all! Drink every drop! Drink till I can't give you any more!" Veronica gave one final shudder and the climax was past. She wriggled her hips against him and his face moved up from her cunt to her mouth.

Then his tongue was driving into her throat, and she could feel his prick probing against her legs. She reached down between them and grasped the long, throbbing cock and guided it home as he dug into her, letting the scraping pain of his prick swell into the ecstasy of a fuck.

Jerry's excitement had surged. The hot cum pulsed up his tubes and into his prick. He exploded in her and the hot stream of his cum hit her pussy walls like a blowtorch. Veronica shuddered in another climax.

Then they both collapsed, panting, sweating, totally exhausted.

"Was that enough? Did you get it?" Jerry groaned, falling back to the bed.

"Yeah," Melissa said, "for the camera, it was enough. But not for me. Watching the two of you has got me hotter'n hell!"

Veronica giggled. "Then come here, honey and drape that sweet blonde pussy over my mouth! Veronica will take care of your problem!"

CHAPTER TEN

"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.