Watching her remove her clothes, Bob decided that if he ever did decide to stick with one woman, Melissa would probably be his choice. Her fantastic body, plus her ability and rampant desire for fucking, made her truly a woman among women.
"Let me grab a quick shower," she said, tripping from the room.
"Hey!"
"Just a quick one," she laughed.
While she was gone, Bob took the time to get rid of his clothes. He was naked and hard when Melissa returned to the bedroom with a towel around her beautiful body.
She started for him, then hesitated. She cupped her hand under one tit, sensuously making the nipple pout outwards. The hornier he gets, she thought, the better the fuck!
And she was already hot and horny herself from seeing his hard cock waiting for her. She wanted that prick inside her belly. She could feel the all too familiar itch deep inside her pussy.
Carefully, she adjusted the big bath towel around her body so that it revealed her without really exposing her. Just the thing to drive him really crazy! The towel came down far enough to conceal her cunt, but just barely. From the rear, he just got a glimpse of the white skin of her plump, ripe ass cheeks. She squeezed her big tits together and made them bulge out of the top of the towel.
"Just what the fuck are you doing?" Bob chuckled.
"Getting you hot, darling," she giggled. "How am I doing?"
"Fantastic."
Very, very slowly the towel was slipping down her body, exposing more and more of white flesh, still glistening from her shower.
The towel slipped over her breasts, revealing them in all their pink-tipped glory. Her tits never failed to thrill him. Her quivering tits were creamy white, the large nipples topping them a deep pink. He relished the si ht of her big globes and he felt his balls tighten with cum.
The towel was slipping farther now, over her belly, and Bob braced himself for the sight of her hairy cunt.
"Getting hot enough, darling?"
"I'm gonna rape you if you screw around two more seconds!" he groaned, fisting his dick.
Then she turned around so that her ass pointed toward him. She knew this striptease had to be making him hot, and she was determined to draw it out until he could stand no more. It was turning her on, too. The tremors she felt inside told her that her cunt was more than ready to be filled by his hard dick. She wouldn't be able to take the ache of desire much longer.
Then she turned around to face him. She dropped the towel to the floor. The spectacle of her body was revealed as she walked toward him, her tits jiggling delightfully little droplets of water from her shower caught in her pubic fur.
When she came to him, he sat up on the bed, reaching for her wet, soft body, yearning to touch her flesh, to nuzzle his face in her tits. But all of a sudden she stopped just beyond the reach of his arms and cupped her tits in her hands, tantalizing him with the sight of her hard nipples.
"Does my body turn you on, darling?" she murmured, her voice thick with excitement.
"Yeah," he gulped, his voice cracking as he squeezed his tortured cock.
"Do you like my tits?" she whispered, slowly caressing them, enjoying the feel of her own palms rubbing the pulsing nipples. "Do my tits make you hot?"
"Yes, yes! Your tits are fantastic, baby! Please, let me feel them!" For a second he thought she was going to stop teasing him and come into his arms. She started to come closer, then stopped, just an inch from his grasp.
She ran her hand down between her legs and stroked her pussy. "And my cunt? Are you hot for my cunt?"
"Yes! Yes!"
She pulled open the lips of her cunt so he could see the moist flesh inside. She saw the pleasure and lust in his eyes, and his cock was twitching so hard it was almost coming.
"I want your prick in me!" she panted. "I want your prick in my cunt!"
"Why the hell are you doing this?" Bob gasped. Melissa's voice softened. "Because, my darling Bob, I want to get us both to the top. I want the first time out here to be the best yet!"
Before he realized it, she swung her leg up to the bed and her body toward his face. Bob was staring at her gaping cunt.
The pubic hair around her pussy was almost pure blonde, and it gave her pussy the appearance of being larger than it was.
The inner lips of her cunt protruded slightly, and from them flowed thick streams of glistening pussy juice. Bob gasped when he looked down a bit farther and saw that her cunt hole gaped wide open, beckoning to him. He could actually see where the pink walls got darker as they disappeared up her cunt. The downy hair around the hole was at least three inches thick and heavily matted. It glistened with the clear flow of her cuntal juices.
He looked up between the mountains of her tits and his eyes met hers. She seemed to be able to read his thoughts. She took three fingers of her right hand and ran them smoothly up her slit. They dripped with cunt juice as she studied them for a moment and then popped them into her mouth. She sucked them dry and smiled at him.
"Eat it, darling," she cooed. "Suck my sweet pussy!"
"Goddamn, honey, you sure have changed since the old days!" he gasped.
"So have you, Bob. Both of us have changed – for the better. Want my meat?"
Without waiting for an answer, she moved her cunt, inch by inch, closer to his face. She pressed her inner thighs so hard against the side of his head that he thought she would crush him.
"Oh, lover," she moaned, squeezing his head, "I want your tongue – I want it a lot!"
Then she was there, and Bob was suddenly aware of a honey-sweet sensation coursing through him. She rubbed her clit roughly against his face until cunt juice dribbled down onto his chin.
He wanted to suck her, wanted to drive his face up into her sweet pussy. Suddenly she screamed in joy as she felt his long, hot tongue drive deep into her wildly quivering cunt. Soon both were moaning almost continuously and their bodies writhed in wanton abandonment as the delicious sensations built up to an intolerable pressure in their throbbing loins.
Bob's cock was burning, aching to be sucked, too. But all his attention was riveted on her cunt. His tongue shot up into her hole. His tongue rolled lovingly between the hungry cuntlips. His lips made slopping sounds as he sucked her cunt, her hips going up and down as she fucked his clinging mouth.
He felt her body twist above him. She came, burying his chin in her pussy hair. Soon he felt it grow even damper. Her juice had seeped in waves out of her cunt. Her hair became matted with it.
But suddenly she was gone. Bob opened his eyes and saw her standing beside the edge of the bed.
"You want to put it in me, don't you, lover?" she smiled. "You'd like to shove that hard cock of yours right up into my cunt, wouldn't you?"
"You know I would," he rasped.
"Then do it, darling! Fuck me! Shower me with love and split my pussy with your, hard meat at the same time!"
Bob thought he, would go out of his mind with lust. He couldn't hold back any longer. He grabbed her and drew her into a tight embrace, covering her sweet mouth with his. The moist lips parted, quivering under his assault. Her tongue wrestled with his tongue, accepting, then claiming his wet lips. She was smothered against his chest. He could feel her ripe, heaving tits burning into his bare flesh.
Moaning with desire, he gently cradled her into his arms. She stared up at him with her writhing body hot and ready to fuck.
H dropped his head and smothered one tit in his lips, his hand cupping and kneading the other. Under the maneuvering of his hand and tongue, the tips of her tits rose hard and taut. He heard her groan and felt her voluptuous body shivering, the smooth skin tensing with a heady excitement.
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.
"Now, you prick!" Jeff growled. "How long can you hold your breath under water?"
The others laughed, until they realized that it was getting serious. Jeff wasn't going to let him up and Darren's body was going limp.
"Hey, Jeff, he's drowning!" Bob yelled. "Fuck him," Jeff replied, then rammed Darren's body farther under.
Bob dove into the pool and managed to free Darren, who came up coughing and sputtering, he climbed weakly from the pool and into the waiting towel that Carrie held for him.
"You'll regret that, you prick!" he hissed, allowing Carrie to lead him off to his apartment.
"C'mon," Bob said, tugging Jeff from the pool. "Let's go in and cool off with a drink."
"Look, I'm sorry," Melissa said as they sat in the apartment. She was sipping a scotch that Bob had given her.
"Why?" Jeff asked.
"Because I feel I caused it."
"Shit," Bob said. "Jeff and Darren have been going at each other for a year."
"Yeah, and one day it's going to come to a head." Jeff stood up and slipped his thumbs into his trunks. "Look, excuse me for a bit, I'm gonna shower."
Suddenly the trunks were off and there, uncoiling like a thick bull snake before her eyes, was the biggest cock Melissa had ever seen.
Paying no attention to the shocked look on the girl's face or the gasp from her throat, Jeff trotted from the room.
A laugh sounded behind her and Bob's arms came around her waist. "Nobody's very shy around here."
"I can see that," Melissa said, turning to him.
"Built, isn't he?"
She giggled. "Can any woman take all that?"
"Want to find out?" Bob said.
"Hey, take it easy." Melissa shook her head. "I can only move so fast!"
"I thought you wanted a little more loving," he grinned, slipping her bikini bra off.
"I do, but – Bob, be careful! What if Jeff comes back in?"
"So what?" he laughed. "You know, Melissa, it's not uncommon to entertain three to a bed around here."
Melissa gasped. "You mean, you and I, and Jeff?"
"Sure, why not? Admit it, Melissa, the moment you saw that hose of Jeff's, you were interested, weren't you?"
"Well, yes," she laughed. "God, it must be ten inches long!"
"A foot, actually – hard."
Melissa turned. Jeff was standing in the bedroom doorway. He had both hands on his rigid cock and he was swinging it from side to side like a baseball bat.