Carrie's session with Darren came off without a hitch. The tiny pocket camera Melissa had given her had never been detected by Darren. He would never have allowed himself to be photographed fucking, but they didn't need that. All Melissa needed was his face, in various contortions of lust.
Carrie got all that, and more.
"My God, they're perfect!" Jeff said, as they all sat around staring at the set of photographs that Melissa had cleverly doctored.
She had transposed Darren's face onto Jerry's body perfectly, and since all the apartments were basically alike, the background even looked like Darren's place.
"They might not hold up in court," Melissa said, "but I think they will be enough to frighten our weird friend."
A rap, harsh and demanding, came on the door. "There he is," Bob said. He moved to the door and flung it open.
Darren stood there with a leer on his face that faded when he saw the assembled crowd. "What the…?"
"Come on in, prick," Bob said, hauling the man into the apartment and slamming the door behind him. "Come over here. Look!"
Darren stared down at the array of photographs. There was a moment of panic on his face, and then he seemed to get his confidence back. "So what? They're doctored. Any idiot can see that."
"Maybe," said Melissa, "but if your family lawyer saw them, I think he might be intrigued enough to do some investigating."
"And," Carrie chimed in, "with all I'd be willing to tell him, you'd be out in the cold, Darren dear!"
"You bitch," Darren wheezed and made for her. But Jeff grabbed his arms and bent them painfully behind his back.
"Now, Darren," Melissa said, "we want you to go get those pictures of Jeff and Veronica and come right back up here!"
Darren knew when he was whipped. He left.
"Now hurry! Everyone get naked so we'll be ready when he comes back!"
"Gee, I'm not so sure," Veronica said.
"The hell you aren't," Jeff growled. "If you don't want to teach that prick a lesson, I do, Veronica!"
"Okay, okay," the brunette said, slipping her dress off as the others followed suit.
Darren gasped when he returned to the apartment to find them all naked and fondling each other.
Melissa ripped the envelope from his hands and examined the contents. "They're all here," she announced. "Okay, Jeff, Bob, get him ready!"
"What?" Darren cried, as the two men grabbed him and bent him over the sofa. "Ready for what?"
"You'll see," Jeff chuckled, holding him in a vise-like grip.
Suddenly, Darren realized that his wrists and ankles were being tied with leather thongs. "What in the hell are you doing?" he yelped.
"Just relax, lover," Melissa purred. "Like we told you before, this other was just a little warm-up for what's going to happen. Relax. You won't get hurt… too much."
You won't get hurt… too much… too much… too much. The phrase rang over and over through Darren's mind. What could they have planned for him?
His thoughts were interrupted by the sharp blow of a whip across his legs. He cried out involuntarily and looked up to see Veronica standing above him.
"All right, prick. Get on your knees. Quick!" Darren practically tell forward to his knees on the floor. "You bastards, you bastards!" he hissed.
"What's the matter, Darren?" Veronica chuckled. "I thought you liked this shit."
"Only when he controls it," Carrie said, taking the whip from the brunette. "Here, let me get a lick or two in, Veronica, while you get ready."
Darren closed his eyes and ground his teeth together as he heard the whip sing through the air a second time. It cracked across his ass and he screamed in pain.
They were all behind him now. He tried to twist his head around to find out what they were doing.
But he could only get a glimpse of Carrie as she moved to the other side of him with the whip. Then from behind he felt the sting of another whip. Then another. And a third. Three of them had whips and they were taking turns using them on his back and legs.
"Are you going to cooperate with us, Darren?" Carrie's voice was sugary sweet in spite of the whip she was wielding.
"No! You people are crazy! Let me…" Darren felt what must have been the other end of the whip, the handle, hit him across the side of the face.
"Now, what were you saying, my pet?"
"I said you people are…"
Thud!
This time the handle had cracked him across the skull. The whips hadn't hurt that much across his back and legs. They only stung. But these handles across the head were serious business. For now Darren thought it might be better to play along. At least until he figured out what they planned to do with him.
"Okay, I'll cooperate."
His mouth was moving slowly. The two blows against his head had stunned him a little. The whips across his back stopped, and he could hear movement behind him again.
Then he felt soft fingers separating the cheeks of his ass and thought for a moment that this might not be so bad after all.
Then he heard Carrie's voice, and the words chilled him.
"Hand me some of that stuff, Jeff. Melissa, you and Veronica get your equipment on. I'll get him opened up for you!"
"What the fuck!" Darren screamed as he felt the fingers work at his asshole.
Then out of the corner of his eyes he saw Melissa. Strapped around her hips was a huge dildo, twice the size of Jeff's enormous cock. She was going to fuck him in the ass with that monster.
It would kill him, rip him in half!
Oh shit, he thought. How could he get out of this? He tried to stand up and felt the dull thud of Jeff's fist across his head.
"Just hold still, prick. Who knows, you might enjoy it."
"Like hell!" Darren hissed.
He tightened in defense against the onslaught of Melissa's big cock as he felt it pushing against his ass. Then he stifled a yell as he felt himself being split open. Melissa pulled out and slapped him across the butt.
"Relax!" she commanded.
Darren tried to.
When Melissa entered him again, it didn't hurt as much. He tried to force himself to relax again. He remembered a doctor somewhere in his past who had shoved his hand halfway up his ass for an examination of some kind.
He tried to think of anything to force himself to relax. Melissa pulled out again and Darren braced himself for another fist. Instead, he heard movement behind him again and then felt smooth hands on his back.
"Not bad, Darren. You sure you haven't played around?" It was Veronica's voice. What was she going to do to him?
And then he craned his neck around. The dildo strapped in front of Veronica's cunt was even bigger than the one on Melissa.
"No, no! Please! Ohhhh, sheeeiiiiit!"
Veronica shrieked with glee as she forced the huge rubber dick up his asshole. "Take it! Take my cock, you bastard!" she cried.
"Please! Oh, my God, you're killing me!" Darren thrashed around and screamed again as Veronica thrust the full length of the dildo up his rectum.
She dug her fingernails into his back and laughed. "Turn-about's fair play, huh, Darren? How do you like it?"
Darren knew better than to say anything. He held still and let her ride him. He had no choice.
Then Veronica pulled out and moved around in front of him. "Okay, you get to have a little fun now. You think you can get it up? You damn well better, because giving it to you has made me want it."
The three of them moved as if the whole thing had been worked out in advance. Veronica lay on her back in front of him and put her legs on his shoulders, placing her cunt right at his mouth. Carrie slid in under him at an angle and pulled him down so that his cock rested against the warmth of her hole.
In spite of the pain before, Darren got hard fast smelling the cunt in his face and feeling Carrie push against him.
He started eating like a man who was starved. Carrie guided his hand between her legs.
It was like the whole world was pussy. In front of him, beneath him. Everywhere. Melissa returned to her position between Darren's legs.
Again he felt Melissa's dildo ream his ass and push his tongue deep into Veronica's cunt.
"Eat, you sonofabitch!" Veronica wailed. "That's Jeff's cum there in my cunt, and I want you to suck it all out!"
He felt his dick enter Carrie's pussy. Then all he could feel was hot, wet cunt. He fucked and licked harder, digging his head into Veronica's legs and his dick into Carrie's. The cock in his ass was pushing against something inside him. It hurt.
He tried with some small part of his mind to figure out what it could be, but decided it didn't really matter as long as he could keep on fucking and eating.
Like a machine, the four of them moved together, meeting each other's thrusts, slowly at first, and then still keeping the rhythm, they increased the speed, working faster and faster until Darren wondered how long it would be before the first one came.
He got his answer fast.
Veronica started groaning and tightened her legs around his neck. Then Carrie let a scream escape and reached up to grab his arms. Melissa stopped moving for a second and then dug all the way in, triggering the come inside Darren.
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!
She felt Jeff's strong hand gently press at the back of her head.
She rested her lips at the tip. Then she stretched them around the spongy cockhead. Jeff pushed forward slightly. Viola's lips sank down into the deep ridge that separated the heavy thick cockhead from the long, thick shaft. She held still, savoring the taste and feel of the spongy prickhead buried in her mouth.
Then slowly, easily, she felt the meat slide down her throat. It was so slick, warm, pulsating. All her throat seemed to be filled with it – throbbing hotly with cockmeat.
Jeff held still. Viola thought all that immense dick just had to be stuffed into her mouth, down her throat. She reached up to caress his gigantic balls. Gently, Jeff took her hand and guided it higher. With amazement she discovered that her mouth was only on half his meat!
She moaned softly, hungrily, around it. He fed her more cock. Her back was arched and she leaned slightly backwards, taking the heavy, mammoth meat down her throat like a sword swallower. She didn't even choke slightly as deeper and deeper the giant stud's prick invaded the depths of her saliva-filled throat.
"Go, Viola, go!" Veronica shouted. "Look at her take it, Jeff! God, you're never too old to enjoy a good cock!"
Viola felt like she was in heaven from all the attention. She forced more of the hose-like prick into her throat.
Then she heard Jeff's short, loud grunt of satisfaction. And she thought: Oh, yes! Yes! Yes! Now I have it all, all inside me. God, the electric, hot pulsating thrill of it! His swelling, throbbing cock buried between her lips.
She fondled his balls again, lifted her head higher. Not a fraction of an inch of cock was free of her lips. She inched her lips slowly, slowly down to the base. She darted out her tongue, licked at the slick skin, then up, up to the deep-ridged head. Then down her lips plunged, back down to the base.
She savored again the quiver of all the distended prick buried to the balls down her throat. He laced his fingers behind her head, and easing slowly, began mouth-fucking her.
Suddenly, Viola was filled with an overwhelming need to have that giant cock fucking her pussy, filling her cunt with its throbbing hardness.
She fell away from Jeff, looking up at him. His full, sensual lips lifted in a grin. She could see the burning in his eyes as he sank to his knees and his big hands fondled her full tits. His heavy cock bobbed from side to side.
With a trembling, excited hand Viola tapped one of his broad shoulders. He understood.
He stretched out on his back, his long legs spread wide. His throbbing meat pointed straight up toward the sky. Viola straddled him, facing him. Then she turned her head to one side to watch the others as she sank slowly down onto the erect cockmeat.
She pulled her pussy lips wide apart. As his cock nudged at the outer lips, Viola gasped. But as inch after inch slowly invaded her, as the clutching cuntwalls stretched to take the meat that seemed to have swelled to even greater size, she felt an electric ecstasy she had never felt before.
When she sank down till it was buried in her to the balls, she cried out loudly. She began to bounce up and down slowly, for it was a long trip for her pussy to travel from base of cockshaft to cockhead.
She grunted and squealed. And Jeff lay moaning, his giant of a body writhing. His hands clutched her bouncy tits. Lust spread across his handsome young face. Viola felt triumphant that she could bring this giant of a stud to such a frenzied degree.
He lifted his head partway up, crying out – a savage cry of release. And Viola felt spurt after spurt of his hot cum bathe her deep insides.
She threw her head way back, laughing wildly, still bouncing up and down. His soft whimpers begged for mercy.
Finally she stopped and barely rolled her hips. His cock fluttered. She contracted her cunt muscles around it, gripping it gently. She kept up the slow, slight roll of her hips.
Jeff's whimpers turned to moans. He reached up to fondle her tits again. And Viola felt his cock swell to hard, full erection again.
"Wow, did you ever see anything so fascinating?" Melissa said.
"No," Veronica said from beside her. "That's why I can't leave Palm Crest."
"What?" Melissa turned to face her. Veronica smiled. "Oh, I know we went through all that to save my marriage. But, now, seeing Viola join in with us, I know how much fun it's going to be around here; I just can't leave and marry some stuffy, narrow-minded old politician!"
"Oh, Veronica, I'm so glad!" Melissa cried, and kissed the other girl directly on the lips.
"Damn," Veronica moaned, "let's get out of these clothes and get some fucking!"
They were barely naked when Bob's voice rang out from the center of the action. "Hey, girls!"
They looked. He was naked, on his back, with his big dick waving in the air.
"I'll take his cock," Veronica grinned.
"And I'll take his tongue," Melissa giggled. God, she thought, the Midwest was never like this!