"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.
"You make it so much harder, honey, than it really has to be," he said in a thin, sharp voice.
"It's not every day I get raped!" she snapped back at him.
"You're just lucky I didn't bring along all my little toys," he chuckled.
"What… toys?"
Darren's laugh was evil. "Maybe I'll show you, one of these days."
Melissa gasped as he started tugging at his zipper. Damn, he thinks he's really going to do it! He thinks I'm going to let him fuck me!
He moved closer and straddled her legs as his hands worked over her hotly quivering cunt. "Now – reach in and take out my cock!"
A low shudder of revulsion passed through her struggling belly at his demand. She clenched her teeth tightly, fighting with all her strength, then she reached into his pants for his prick.
She looked down when it was free.
It was large, not like Jeff's, but much bigger than Bob's. She felt a tingle in her pussy, but fought it.
She squeezed, tentatively at first, and pulled with her other hand at the band of his underwear, tugging his shorts and slacks down until they clung to his knees. The entire long length of his thick, blue veined cock stood out only a few inches from her eyes, the head swollen angrily and its skin stretched so tightly that it seemed to shine.
Darren's mind was filled with only one thing: she's fucked everyone else in this apartment house – now, by God, she's gonna fuck me!
Moving smoothly and rapidly, he dropped his pants and kicked them off. His dick was fully erect and pulsing with excitement.
As he pulled her roughly to him, Melissa was shaking all over. He could hear her crying softly. He lay there, feeling her tits for a while. She took the fondling without protest, just sobbing and trembling.
Then he ran his hand up her thigh and she pulled her legs tightly together so he couldn't get his hand up any higher or touch her cunt.
"Relax!" he ordered. "Stop holding those legs like that! You know what I'm after. If you fight me, I'm gonna fuck the hell outta you and you can't stop me!"
Melissa flinched as her legs were spread apart and his finger parted the softness of her pubic hair and touched her cuntlips. She felt nothing. Only a deadness down there as he began his licking.
The numbness lasted until he reached her clitoris. As he put his thick soft lips on it and began sucking, Melissa's body stiffened as she felt the unwelcome sensations return.
Next she felt his tongue curl hotly up into her cunt. She jumped, trying to pull herself away from him. Then the slow, rhythmic, tantalizing licking began again. She flexed her muscles along her inner thighs, attempting to make the unwanted feeling of pleasure go away. But it only added to her enjoyment. With the tensing of her thighs, he went back to lick again at the tiny, suddenly pulsating, clitoris.
"You bastard!" Melissa hissed.
Darren chuckled, blowing his hot breath into her pussy. "Gettin' to you, aren't I?"
In spite of her revulsion, her belly rose and fell with the long, licking strokes of his tongue. His mouth sucked hungrily into her tightly clenched cunt. She knew she was beginning to juice, but it wasn't until she discovered her pelvis was beginning to grind up into his leering face that she realized she had lost.
Her aroused body was moving independently now. His hungry mouth encased her entire pussy area and he sucked wildly at it. The sensations shot across Melissa's pussy into the nerve-endings at the mouth of her womb. His drooling mouth kept the lips tightly clamped, his tongue pressed deep up into her hole.
Finally she reached the point of no return. She was going to come. She fought it, screamed against it in her mind, but her muscles and nerves all rebelled.
Then her cunt was jerking, and her hands, locked behind his head, were trying to pull his face all the way up into her hot pussy, and a voice she couldn't control screamed, "I'm coming! Oh, God! Lick faster, harder!"
She was almost unconscious from the wild come when Darren raised her knees to her chest. Abruptly, she felt his cock pressing against her spread cunt.
She attempted to scissor her legs, but the movement caused him to slip forward and his long, hard prick slid effortlessly into the mouth of her pussy.
"Ggaaaagh!" she shrieked.
She was screaming continuously at the top of her voice as he began rapidly fucking into her. She jerked her eyes open to see his amused, sadistic grin above her. He was fucking her brains out and enjoying every second of it.
Her cunt fell as though it had been stretched by three cocks at once and was ready to burst. His prick lay throbbing, sunk deep into her belly, filling every part of her insides. There wasn't a single ridge of his tool that she could not feel as it pressed tight against the soft inner walls of her cunt.
"You're gonna get off on my dick now, aren't you, bitch?" he laughed.
"No! No!" Melissa cried, but she couldn't stop her hips from moving.
She could hear her cunt making wet, sucking noises as his prick slipped moistly in and out of her fully opened pussy, and that, too, suddenly began to add to the excitement she felt coursing through her betraying body.
She fought her breathing, which was becoming more shallow, more rapid. The perspiration popped out on her forehead as she fought a desperate losing battle with her cunt after discovering it shamelessly rising to meet the downward thrust of his cock. She forced her pelvis back on the mattress. A second later, it began moving slowly upward again.
"Ohhhhh, God!" she moaned. "God, what's happening to me!"
And then, as suddenly as it began, the battle was over. Her body was asserting its independence. The flames of lust, raced through her veins.
"That's it, baby!" Darren gasped. "Fuck back! Fuck me back!"
Melissa stared at him, burning hatred in her eyes, her nostrils quivering with each short breath she took.
He flexed his cock deep inside her.
"Oh!" she gasped.
"You like the way I fuck you, baby?" He flexed his cock twice.
"Oh! Oh, God, help me, yes-yes!" she cried, and the cry came from the deepest part of her being. "Fuck me!"
"All right, honey, I'll fuck you like you've never seen!"
"Yes, please, anything!" she groaned helplessly as she moved her cunt up and down, up and down, wanting to bring herself to a final release.
Darren twitched his cock again. Unexpectedly, clasping her buttocks tightly in each hand, he rolled over, carrying her with him. His prick stayed deeply buried in her hot wildly stretched hole.
Melissa was on her knees on the mattress, with his legs between hers. Darren pulled her buttocks down, then pushed her back up. She rode his prick up and down, then around and around, her cunt reaching for the hardness of his upraised cock.
She moaned in wild delight as she discovered that this new position gave her more friction from his dick against her clitoris. She hated herself for what she was doing, yet she knew it was impossible not to do it.
And then she was coming, exploding wildly. Juice poured out from her cuntlips to bathe his balls and belly.
And then his come answered her. His dick rocketed jets of boiling male juice deep in her belly.
"Shit, you are one fine fuck, lady!" he growled.
Melissa climbed off his dripping dick and stood glaring at him from the middle of the room.
"I'm going into the bathroom now and wash your filth out of me. If you're here when I come back, I'm going to call the police."
"Oh? Really?" From inside of his coat, Darren pulled a tiny tape recorder. "Wonder what they'll say when they hear you begging me to fuck you on this tape?"
"Bastard!" Melissa hissed, and stomped from the room.
She washed herself in the tub, inside and out. Then she took a long shower and washed her hair. After her body was completely dry, she over-powdered and over perfumed herself until she could neither smell nor feel the stench of Darren Rethro on her body.
When she walked back into the bedroom, he was gone. As much as she hated to admit it, the bastard had turned her on, and her pussy was still unsatisfied.
She picked up the phone and called Jeff and Bob. No answer. And no answer at Veronica's. She looked at the clock. Three hours to her date. She smiled. Her date was named Jerry Carlson. He was a quiet, shy kind of guy, who looked like he'd never gotten a good, hot pussy in his life.
Well, tonight Jerry's whole view of sex would probably get radically changed!
To kill some time, she decided to do some work in the dark room. After about twenty minutes, she remembered the pictures she'd stuffed in the drawer.
When she opened the drawer, it was empty.