One of man's nastiest and most hated crimes is blackmail. When it is perpetrated against a beautiful woman, it becomes even more hateful.
Our story concerns two suburban housewives who are sisters, one married to a policeman and the other to the lustful operator of a gas station, who gives grease jobs to her female friends. These sisters, Barbara and Joan, become enmeshed in an evil scheme to extort money from them, and they are driven to amazing lengths in an effort to satisfy the blackmailers' insatiable demands.
As we observe them squirming desperately, like insects impaled on a pin, we are struck with the deeper significance of blackmail.
This crime would not be possible were it not for the commission of acts by respectable persons which those individuals do not wish to have revealed. In some cases the acts are criminal and harmful. More frequently, however, they merely involve violations of society's prudish moral code. A question then arises: Might not blackmail, and all the suffering attended to it, be best averted by changing the outmoded code of sexual conduct that makes it possible?
If persons were free to do what they desired sexually, with whomever they wished, without fear of social ostracism, blackmail would largely become a crime of the past. People would be happier and less frustrated, as well.
Perhaps the solution is too simple and logical to prompt ready acceptance. We tend to suspect easy answers. Anyway, the puritanical don'ts which proscribe a free enjoyment of sex are deeply embedded in our attitudes and way of life.
This explicit modern novel at least gives us pause to ponder a sense of values which suppresses harmless acts between consenting persons while giving rise to crimes, such as blackmail, that produce torment and suffering.
If it promotes a thoughtful consideration of this question, the book will have achieved its purpose. If it entertains, in so doing, that is all to the better.
-THE PUBLISHER
CHAPTER ONE
Moonlight Filtered through the curtains of the McKennas' suburban bedroom caressing Barbara's plump breasts in a see-through blue nightgown. Her nipples swelled, rosy and stiff, against the gossamer fabric.
"Come here!" a male voice growled commandingly from the deeper darkness of the room.
As Barbara approached the bed she half looked forward to, and half dreaded, what was to happen next. Her gaze lit on her husband's service revolver, which he always kept on the nightstand, and she thought giddily:
If he doesn't do me good this time, I ought to shoot him with his own gun!
She bent, breasts swooping in creamy fullness, and lay back the covers. This partially exposed the husky, six-foot-two man, wearing boxer shorts.
Grant McKenna's square face lit up as he gazed at his brunette wife in the dimness. "Hurry up, baby," he said. "I've already got a hard-on."
Barbara slid into bed beside him, and he wrapped her in a bear-like embrace. His cock stuck straight up between them, warm from the blood that filled its tissues and hard as a bar of iron.
I need that stiff, wicked thing! Barbara thought. How I wish he would stroke it up and down inside me all night long! But I hope he doesn't stick it in too soon, like he usually does.
Her moist lips were parted as Grant ground his hard mouth against them. Her tongue slithered between the firm, even ridges of his teeth and lashed the interior of his mouth. He grasped her plump buttocks through her nylon nightie.
Barbara writhed, teasing herself with his hard prick. , He abruptly pulled up her nightgown and tried to roll atop her.
"Grant!" she exclaimed, holding him back. "Play with me a little first."
"Don't have time, baby," he said, pushing her arms down against the mattress and completing his roll so that his knees settled between her splayed thighs. "I've got the early watch tomorrow. Even a sergeant has to take the shifts they hand him."
"But, Grant ...!"
Protests were to no avail as his prick pried apart the folds of his wife's unprepared cunt and hurtfully drove into her, Finding the going abrasively dry. He didn't seem to mind, as long as he achieved connection. Barbara flopped her head from side to side, her facial features contorted in anguish. Her dark hair streamed across the pillow.
Grant stroked inside her, immediately setting up a brisk rhythm.
Oh, God! she screamed in her mind, because she knew she wasn't going to climax with him. She wouldn't even be close.
She was rigid and unresponsive as Grant took her. That didn't seem to bother him. All he cared about, she realized, was obtaining a release for himself.
She clenched her jaws and prayed for it to be over as Grant stroked his rod faster and faster. The clinging membrane of her vagina moistened slightly, but that happened too late to do her any good. It simply made her husband's last strokes slicker as he came, grunting and jerking, his cream spurting into her depths.
She kept her eyes tightly shut and didn't say anything as he climbed off her.
"That was great, honey!" he groaned, and settled into the mattress. In less than a minute, he was snoring.
Barbara bit her lip and stared into the darkness. Her body throbbed. She had endured three years of torture such as her husband had just given her. It wasn't always as bad as this time, though she rarely climaxed. Her last orgasm had occurred more than a month ago, when Grant had been drinking and was slower to come than usual, but even then she'd had to claw for her climax and had barely achieved it.
Her eyes rolled and she writhed between the sheets. Her hand glided guiltily down her body as she spread her legs. She began to fondle the sensitive little lips of her pussy, which were moist with her husband's slippery sperm.
Her mind painted the lurid picture of a handsome blond beachboy with bulging biceps and an eight-inch cock that stuck out and upward from the golden bush at his loins. Barbara watched her hand curl around his turgid member and she imagined she could feel the hot blood pulsating in it.
She stroked his foreskin up and down on his pole, then dropped to her knees in front of him and did something which shocked her even as she thrilled. The stud eased her over onto the sand, and it was his turn to pay oral homage to her voluptuous body.
He did so with relish, kissing and licking every curved inch of her from top to bottom, front and back. He began taking her from the backside, as she secretly had wished Grant would do, then flipped her over and kept screwing.
Barbara's fingers were wickedly diddling her clit, rolling the hard nubbin between the clammy folds of flesh that sheltered it, as all the nerves in her body tightened. Her other hand rolled her breasts through her nightie, stimulating her stiff nipples.
Ooh, fuck me ... FUCK MEEEEE! she silently goaded her dream-lover, thinking a word that she had never uttered.
The stud was tireless as he stroked his thrilling prick inside her, filling her with thrust after thrust of his turgid hardness. One giddy image after another flashed through her fevered mind. She saw herself up and down, over and back, writhing, pumping, and getting fucked gloriously.
She gasped and came as she pinched her hot clit. It was a shallow orgasm, which produced more guilt than satisfaction, but at least she would be able to sleep.
"Hi, Barb," her sister said the next morning as she strolled casually into Barbara's bedroom while the latter was fastening a garter. Joan, as usual, had entered the house without ringing the bell.
Barbara straightened with a start, her buttocks quivering in her thin panties. "Ooh, you scared me!" she exclaimed.
The short-haired, silvery blonde laughed. "Well, keep your door locked if you're so easily frightened. That's not a bad idea anyway, with all the nuts and perverts that are prowling around."
"I know it," Barbara admitted, bending slightly to complete gartering her right nylon. "Grant's always scolding me because I don't lock the door."
"Still wearing those old-fashioned things, hm?" Joan remarked, taking a cigarette out of her handbag.
"What-my nylons?" Barbara asked, blinking her wide brown eyes.
"Yeah. Pantyhose are sleeker."
"And hotter and more expensive," Barbara said. "Anyway, they say stockings and garters are coming back. Some men like them, you know."
She eyed the back of her leg, straightening her gartered stocking. The posture caused her opposite buttock to bulge against the pale-pink nylon that spanned it and its twin.
"Don't tell me Grant is a garter freak!" Joan said, and blew cigarette smoke.
"Grant? Ooh, no! He couldn't care less."
"Sounds like my Howie! You know, yesterday I walked through the living room, stark naked, while he was watching a football game, and do you know what the louse said? Fourth and four, and they're gonna go for it!"
Barbara chuckled, and sat to put on her left nylon.
"It isn't funny!" Joan exclaimed. "I've got half a mind to give him some of his own medicine. You know what he does at that service station of his, don't you?"
"Ooh, Joan, don't start that again!" Barbara chided as she drew the sand-colored nylon up her tapering, creamy-smooth leg.
"Well, it's true! He's after every woman who drives in there. I've overheard the whispers. They come in for gas, and he gives 'em a grease job-right there in his place! He doesn't care that it makes me a laughing stock. One of these days I'm going to seduce some guy just for the hell of it!"
"Joan! You belong to the church, just like I do."
"So what?" Joan was seated on a boudoir chair, her legs crossed, puffing on her cigarette.
"Our religion demands a certain way of life."
Joan was studying her sister as the latter completed gartering her second nylon. "You know, you've got a very sexy ass."
Barbara blushed and faced her. "Don't talk like that!"
"It's true. And your boobs are great, besides.
Grant's a lucky guy."
"Tell him, why don't you?"
"Say, are you and he having trouble?"
"Ooh, no. Not really."
Barbara walked to the closet to fetch a dress, her bottom wiggling in her silky briefs.
"I always considered Grant handsome," Joan said. "Well, you know-I've said it often enough. So if you ever get tired of him...."
"Forget it!" Barbara snapped, and wriggled a dark dress down her curvy form.
"Well, if I didn't have three kids, I think I'd ditch Howie. Hey, when are you and Grant going to start on a family? You're twenty-seven, you know."
"Don't remind me!"
"And Grant is ... thirty-four, isn't he? I should think he would want to be a daddy by now."
"Maybe we can't have children," Barbara said, turning to the mirror to work on her shoulderlength dark hair.
"No shit?" Joan leaned forward. "You never told me there was a problem."
"I haven't told you lots of things," Barbara replied cryptically. "And don't say shit. I hate that word!"
"Ever the little prude, aren't you?" Joan glanced at her watch. "Hey, we're going to be late for the meeting if you don't hurry up. This is an important day, too. I hear Bertha has latched onto some guy from out of town who's going to handle our charity drive. He's an expert at fund-raising, they tell me."
"How come you hear everything, and I don't?" Barbara asked, applying lipstick to her pouty, small mouth.
"Because I get around." The slender woman with the bleached hair paused, then added with a tinge of resentment, "But not as much as I'd like to. I wonder what this out-of-towner looks like."
"Joan!" her sister chided, and snapped her purse shut. She ran her hands over her warmly rounded hips and asked, "Do you think I can get along without a slip under this dress? It's dark enough, hm?"
"I can't see through it. But what's the difference? It doesn't hurt to show off a little. You'll notice I didn't put on a bra."
"Yes, I can see the imprint of your nipples. Honestly, Joan-that's indecent!"
"Well, maybe, the new guy digs tits."
Barbara flushed. "For Howie's sake, I hope he doesn't. Let's go."
The meeting of the church social club was one of their more formal get-togethers, held in the basement of the church building itself. The news that a recent arrival in the community who was going to be introduced had produced a large turnout. One of Joan's friends had saved two seats in the front row for Barbara and her, which they reached just before Big Bertha, as she was called behind her back, brought the meeting to order.
"Ladies ... today I have a most pleasant surprise for you!" The overstuffed chairlady, who was the wife of a local banker, gushed.
Joan studied the "pleasant surprise" who sat on the platform to Bertha's right, and a glint lit her greenish eyes. Barbara took him in also, her brown eyes wider and child-like, despite her twenty-seven years. She had to admit that the man was very handsome.
The thought that he might serve as a model for one of her masturbatory fantasies caused her to wriggle her bottom on the hard chair. Embarrassed, she blushed.
Tony Delbridge was studying her face. Then he looked at her legs, which were crossed. Her slight wriggling had caused her skirt to pull back, and the merest sliver of pale flesh showed above the stocking on her slanted thigh.
Good stuff! Delbridge thought. I'd like to lick that sweet leg.
Bertha introduced him, and a bulge showed at the crotch of his trim slacks as he stepped to the podium. Barbara was shocked at first, thinking he had a partial erection. But she concluded that he probably only possessed a very large cock and balls.
What's the MATTER with you? an inner voice scolded. How can you possibly be interested in his cock? You're a married woman!
Delbridge, who was dark-complexioned and personable, spoke smoothly about his experiences at fund-raising. He mentioned that he was a TV newsman in the last town where he had lived and was awaiting a similar job in the nearby city. He referred to his contacts in television and among newspaper people.
"I can get you some good area-wide publicity for your charity drive," he confidently predicted.
The small-town group applauded enthusiastically.
Delbridge went on to outline his plans for a bazaar and raffle. His eyes kept returning to Barbara as he talked, and she became more and more nervous. A tiny seepage occurred along the warm, velvety lips of her cunt, which heightened the color in her cheeks.
Why am I getting so turned on? she wondered desperately. It's as if I wanted to be screwed!
Joan, noting Delbridge's interest in her sister, glanced enviously at Barbara.
The man's short talk ended, and a motion was immediately made and passed, appointing him to head up the charity drive.
"I'm sure all you ladies would like to meet Mrs. Delbridge," Bertha simpered, and gestured toward the audience.
A slim, red-haired woman rose and nodded, without smiling.
"Ooh shit, he's married!" Joan whispered regretfully to her sister.
The Delbridges seemed like an improbable pair to Barbara. He had perfectly proportioned features, and was obviously well built, while she was broomstick-slim and had a hatchet face. She also was older than he. Delbridge couldn't have been more than twenty-eight, while his wife had to be in her thirties-perhaps pushing thirty-five.
"Now we're going to adjourn the meeting," Bertha said, "and Mr. Delbridge will select a lady to assist him with the preliminary arrangements. Don't all rush the rostrum at once, girls!"
No one had a chance to offer herself, because Delbridge immediately stepped off the stand and walked directly to Barbara. She could have dropped through the floor.
"Hi," he said, his eyes glowing warmly, and he reached down to take her hand. She stood uncertainly while Joan gaped. "I'm Tony, and you're...?"
"Uuh ... Barbara ... Barbara McKenna."
"Well, Barbara, I want you to be my special assistant. I've been watching you, and I noted a keen interest in what we've been discussing. Let's find ourselves a private nook where we can talk. I understand there's a room behind the platform."
Barbara glanced helplessly at her sister as the man led her away. Joan was glaring daggers. Tony ushered his new assistant into the back room, watching the sensuous undulation of her buttocks in her clingy skirt.
He thought about holding her lovely asscheeks apart while he chose which of her two enticing holes he would invade with his dick.
Barbara could feel his eyes on her, and she became distressingly excited. Something was happening that dismayed her. It had been a long while since she had met a man who came on like Tony, and it was occurring at a time in her life when she was vulnerable.
He guided her to a chair in the small conference room and drew a chair up in front of hers. She crossed her legs, trying to be nonchalant, and her skirt slipped back from her delicately contoured knees.
Tony reached and took her hand, sending a shock wave rolling through her.
"You're trembling!" he said, gazing into her eyes. "Hey, we can't have that. You know, even though we're in church, I'm going to suggest that you come with me some place where we can have a drink. I always do my best planning in a relaxed atmosphere-don't you?"
"Well, I ... I...." Barbara couldn't seem to gather her wits. It was as if a stiff wind were propelling her along, carrying her she knew not where.
"Come on-we'll sneak out the back door."
"Wait!" Barbara said breathlessly. "We shouldn't do that. I mean...."
Tony's smile taunted her. "Are you afraid of me?"
She felt like saying, Yes, I am! I'm afraid you're going to get me down and stick your big cock into me!
Then she was ashamed, and she realized he would consider her a small-town ninny if she refused to leave the church with him. City people, especially those in TV, were casual and sophisticated about having drinks together and the like.
"Of course I'm not afraid of you," Barbara said.
"Then, let's go."
Again Barbara felt the handsome man watching her twisty rear as she left the building in front of him. He guided her to his car on the church's parking lot.
He held the door for her and watched as she sat and swung her legs around. Her skirt skidded back, revealing the nylon-clad sleekness of her thighs and two narrow strips of creamy skin above her gartered stockingtops. She quickly jerked her skirt down.
"I know what we'll do," Tony said in his smooth, confident manner as he slipped behind the wheel. "My motel's right near here, and I've got some good booze. We can work there, and we won't be disturbed."
"Your m-motel?" Barbara stammered.
"Of course. Businessmen hold interviews in hotel and motel rooms all the time. Of course, if you don't believe you can trust me...."
I met him in church! Barbara thought. We're working on church business. I'd be a silly goose to think he might try to rape me.
"All right, let's go to your motel," she said, holding her cute chin erect.
Tony grinned at her and thought, She's going to be one of the juiciest fucks I've ever had!
CHAPTER TWO
"It's a nice place," Barbara said, glancing around at the room she had just entered.
Tony might have said the same thing, but his subject would have been Barbara's ass. He had become fascinated with the twisty undulation of her rounded, quivering buttocks, which he had just followed into his motel room.
"You and your wife are staying here until you can find a house, I suppose," Barbara commented.
"Who said anything about my wife?" Tony retorted, his eyes twinkling.
"You mean, she doesn't stay here with you?"
"You ask too many questions," he said, and drew Barbara down to a sitting position on the edge of the bed.
She felt distinctly uncomfortable and showed it, pressing her knees primly together and keeping her back very straight. Her eyes shifted as if she feared she were in a trap.
Will you stop being silly? an inner voice told her. If he wanted to attack you, he would start it whether you were sitting on his bed or a chair.
"Now for that drink," Tony said as he turned toward the bottles which stood, with some glasses, on a chest of drawers. "Scotch, vodka, or tequila?" he asked.
"Ooh ... uuuh ... maybe I'd better not have any," Barbara said.
"What?" Tony's eyes seemed to be mocking the pretty brunette. "We came here to have a drink, I thought."
Barbara felt foolish. "Mr. Delbridge, we're going to plan the fund-raising campaign."
"Well, we won't do a thing unless you call me Tony." He was proceeding to pour two drinks of Scotch.
"Very well, Tony," she said, holding her head high. There was a slight touch of color to her cheeks. "But we're here to make serious plans."
"God, you're beautiful!" he said, standing in front of her with the glasses.
Barbara stared at him, noting the glow in his brown eyes and the magnetism that radiated from his body. She became itchy again, her ass distressingly warm against the bed. She squirmed slightly, a motion which Tony picked up.
He lit next to her and handed her a glass. "To serious plans," he said, clinking his glass against hers.
She stared at the liquor. "Really, I...."
"Drink it."
Barbara sipped the smooth whisky, which warmed her. She sipped some more.
Tony was looking at the rounded thrust of her tits and imagining his hands on them ... squeezing. She had everything, he thought-large boobs, a beautiful backside, and a maddeningly innocent look which was more exciting in a woman of her age than in a 16-year-old virgin.
He took a sip of his drink while she finished hers. She suddenly had realized she needed it to steady her nerves.
Tony took the glass from her and stepped to refill it.
"No!" she exclaimed, feeling the first drink already. "I never have more than one."
"Two won't hurt you," Tony replied, pouring her a double. "We'll have some lunch later and, by the time you get home, you'll feel as normal as pie."
He handed her the second drink and sat beside her once more. Barbara became a bit lightheaded as she sipped the Scotch. She was getting very relaxed, feeling better than she had in a long while.
Tony looked at her nylon-clad knees which peeped out from beneath the hem of her dark skirt, and he recalled the flash of bare skin above her stockingtops which he had glimpsed as she'd climbed into his car. Clip-ons and garter straps were so much sexier than pantyhose, he thought. His hands itched to push her skirt up, and his mouth watered as he thought about kissing her bare thighs.
He took another sip of his drink and set it down. Barbara was growing woozier by the moment as she finished the second double he had given her. She was relaxed enough now, she decided, and would absolutely refuse if he offered her another drink.
He didn't. He merely took the glass from her hand and placed it next to his own on the night table.
She smiled. "Well, I do feel better." Her eyes showed it. Her voice was even a trifle thick.
Tony slid closer to her, his eyes warming her with their reassuring glow.
He's so handsome! she thought. If I ever was going to cheat on Grant, I couldn't find a more attractive man to do it with. I wonder how he fucks.
NO! What am I thinking about? I should be ashamed!
"Tony, what do you want me to do in the fund drive? I mean, you talked about a bazaar. If you want me to contact the other ladies and...."
He kissed her, holding her snugly against him as her heart pounded and her resilient breasts spread against his chest. His tongue tickled her lips, gently urging them open. Then his meaty, wet tongue glided into her mouth, stroking her tongue, lashing the sides of her mouth and its roof.
Her entire body throbbed. She felt herself falling and thought it was just an illusion until she felt the mattress against her back. Her skirt was being pushed up, and Tony's hand was stroking her thighs, up and down across the tops of her stockings and along her garter straps. He was still kissing her, holding her down.
Barbara panicked. She grasped Tony's muscular arms, trying to push him away from her. This was to no avail, but she succeeded in wrenching her mouth free of his.
Panting, she exlaimed, "NO! Let me up!"
"You beautiful, beautiful doll!" Tony said, his voice vibrant with passion, and he changed positions, pressing his mouth against one of her exposed thighs.
A searing shock-wave coursed through Barbara as the man kissed the sensitive, sweet-scented flesh above the top of her stocking. He lifted her leg in the air and began to lick the creamy-smooth skin of her inner thigh which became warmer and softer as he neared the crotch of her panties.
The sweet, thrilling sensations combined with the effect of the alcohol to undermine her resistance. She wanted to resist, but what Tony was doing felt so good!
He rolled her over.
Barbara was dismayed to feel his hand stroking her roundly curved bottom through her nylon briefs while he licked the backs of her thighs, along the rims of her stockingtops. He licked up a thigh as his hand wobbled her springy, plump asscheeks, then he raised his head and looked at the beautiful bottom he was stroking.
In pale-pink panties, her curves bulged enticingly, the crack between them hazily visible through the thin nylon. The leg elastics of her briefs, which were narrowly edged by white lace, had worked up onto her buttocks, exposing the biteable fullness of her rear cheeks.
Tony licked one of the quivering swells first, then clamped his teeth gently around a chunk of assflesh.
"Oooooh!" Barbara whimpered. "Stop it! Ooh God ... pleeeease! You mustn't I"
She tried to crawl away, but Tony held her down. He hooked a finger arond the top of her panties and stretched the elastic band downward, denuding her creamy-white ass. Her satiny hemispheres were set close together, making the crevice between them narrow and deep.
Tony swabbed his damp tongue across her adorable buttocks, which quivered as she continued to writhe against his hand at the small of her back. Suddenly he rolled her over once more, leaving the top elastic of her panties tucked beneath her buttocks. Her dark, wavy hair streamed loosely across her cheeks. She panted between parted lips. Her eyes mirrored desperation.
"Please!" she exclaimed. "I have a husband."
"And I have a wife," Tony said. "But neither of us is happy. I read that in your eyes during the meeting. We need each other!"
He kissed her full on the mouth, his tongue surging hotly between her soft lips and into the honeyed cove. She let him pump his tongue in and out of her mouth while her senses swirled.
She couldn't stop him, she began to realize. Thanks to the liquor she had consumed, she didn't have the strength. At least, the liquor was a good thing to blame.
Ooh God, I'm going to be a slut! she thought, and the idea appalled her. It went against a lifetime of religious, moral teaching. But she seemed helpless in the grip of the liquor, Tony's caressingly clutching hands, and her own long-suppressed need.
He rolled her onto her side and unzipped the back of her dress. He let her lie on her back once more as she drew the dress away, exposing the creamy bulges of her breasts which rose out of her bra cups. Her partially lowered panties allowed a fringe of lustrous brown pubic hair to peep out above the pink nylon. The little cup of her navel was revealed above the lacy band of her white garter belt.
Barbara was ashamed, yet warmed to the depth of her being as the man admired her scantily clad loveliness. His hands moved deftly over her, squeezing her tits through her bra cups and making them throb, then gliding along her sides, across her garter belt and bunched nylon panties ... onto her smooth thighs where his fingers rode her garter straps. He handled a metallic clasp that cinched her left stocking.
"I really like nylons and garters!" Tony said. "The fact that you wear them shows you're a sensuous woman."
"I'm not! I mean...." Barbara didn't know what she meant.
Tony bent and kissed her thighs once more. He lifted one leg, then the other, and licked them all around, from her stockingtops to the gathered puckers of her panties.
Every inch of her body was singing, and he hadn't even taken all her clothes off yet. Grant had never made her feel so warm and thoroughly alive. Her pussy was dribbling like crazy onto the nylon which still clung to it.
It was only a matter of moments, she knew, before Tony would remove her pants. Then what would he do? Would he...?
Barbara dared not even form in her mind her most secret desire, which Grant had never satisfied.
Tony's curling fingers pulled her briefs down, and the sopped nylon at her crotch surrendered its loving embrace of her warm cuntal lips. As he glided the panties along her thighs, he looked at them, and Barbara felt a new wave of shame when she realized he could measure her excitement by the moisture on her pantycrotch.
His ardent eyes stroked the furry lips of her cunt as he drew her panties completely off. He spread her stocking-clad legs apart and gazed at the unfurling loveliness of her pussy, whose little lips gleamed rosy and moist between her plushy outer drapes as they parted.
"Tony! Oooh, my God...!" was all she could say, and her hands only fluttered about his thick dark hair as he bent into the delightfully scented vale between her thighs. She could no more have pushed him away than she could have stopped breathing.
When she felt his damp tongue stroking a furry edge of her vulva, she thrilled intensely. He licked up one hairy side of her honeypot and down the other, plastering her tendrils against the plushy flesh of her outer labia. She held her breath because she knew an even wilder thrill was coming. She could hardly wait....
Tony's tongue fluttered lightly against the raggedy, tensed lips of her inner slit. Then suddenly he plunged into the meaty, warm wetness of her cunt, and she squealed. Her legs flexed widely apart.
Wondrous thrills slammed through her, turning her brain to jelly. She gasped and moaned, her hips lurching spastically against the handsome man who was kissing her so gloriously between the legs.
His abrasive tongue licked the bobbing, hard tip of her clit, and she thought she would faint from the sheer ecstasy of it. He breathed in her aroused fragrance, laced with the sweetness of cologne or bath powder, and found the combination marvelously stimulating, as was the viscous pussyjuice that spread over his lapping tongue.
He licked around the throbbing inner mouth of her pussy and experimentally invaded it with his tongue-tip.
Barbara lurched, coming sharply. The orgasm seemed to melt as quickly as it had struck her, and she was still at a high level of excitement.
Tony caught her tingling clit-head between his lips and sucked on the little knot of nerve-ends. Barbara bumped some more. Her brain was fairly swimming in bliss.
Tony crawled forward over her and rolled her partially onto her side to unhook her bra. He took the flimsy harness away, letting her bowl-like breasts bobble. Stiff nipples crowned the luscious crests. He squeezed a titty in each hand and bent, groaning passionately, to lick her throbbing rosy nipples. He took lingering sucks at each stem, heightening Barbara's giddiness, after which he backed off and stood next to the bed.
She looked at him through glazed eyes, her hair falling partially in front of her face. Her lips were poutily parted, breasts rising and falling from her excited breathing. She leaned one thigh against the other, her knee flexed, so that Tony couldn't stare at her vagina while he was disrobing. It was a slight concession to modesty.
She didn't hesitate to stare at Tony's body-his manly chest, covered by dark hair; his prominent biceps; the startling hump in his stretchy, mod briefs as he let down his trousers. When he whisked his briefs away, Barbara's eyes widened. His prick was bigger than her husband's, long and thick, with a bulging purplish knob at its end. His startling organ bobbed up and down before locking at a high tilt. His balls hung low and heavy, surrounded by black, wispy hairs.
Barbara felt a fluttery excitement in the pit of her stomach. She thought of how Tony had licked her between the legs. Many times she had wondered what it would be like to treat a man that way-to take his thing in her mouth. She had even imagined, while masturbating, that she was doing it.
But she could never bring herself to commit the perverted act, she thought. She would probably hate the scent and taste. It would be a filthy thing to do.
Tony, noting the direction of her wide-eyed gaze, walked along the edge of the bed, his upthrust cock waggling. He stopped directly opposite Barbara's head. His shins pressed the bed and he waited, his prick pointing at her. He knew his women well.
"Oooh, Tony...!" Barbara exclaimed, and rolled toward him onto an elbow, her tits tumbling to lie in creamy fullness, one atop the other. She inclined her head farther as her delicate, pale fingers curled around the trunk of his cock. His thrusting organ was so hard and thick and warm!
The head of his monstrous pecker swelled, the slit at its tip gaping. Barbara caught a teasing scent of his maleness, finding it light and more stimulating than offensive. She shut her eyes as her gleaming rosy lips parted.
She lunged.
The moist warmth of her cherry lips surrounded the crown of Tony's phallus, and she thrilled as her tongue tasted his wild flavor. Her nostrils were flooded by his humid, musky scent. She called herself the world's worst slut as her encircling lips crawled down over his cockhead, encompassing it completely in her warm, wet mouth. Her brain reeled as she sucked Tony's cock.
His hands threaded into her soft, lustrous hair, and he stroked his prick gently, an inch or so each way, between her stretched lips. The softly clasping circle of her mouth skidded up and down across his sensitive coronal ridge.
Barbara sucked his cock harder and swallowed greedily, her heart thumping while her brain did cartwheels. She loved the fee! of his throbbing manhood in her mouth, though she believed she was committing a very nasty act. His hard shaft stimulated her clasping lips.
Oooh, if Grant could see me now! she thought, and shuddered with shame, even as she thrilled wildly.
"That's enough," Tony said, drawing back. His bulging prickhead left her mouth with a soggy pop.
Barbara stared blearily at him.
"You, my sweet lady, need to be fucked!" he said, and swung onto the bed, kneeling between her suddenly widespread thighs.
"YESSSSS!" Barbara hissed, shutting her eyes. "OOOH JESUS ... YESSSSS! FUCK ME! SHOVE YOUR BIG COCK INTO ME! SCREW ME UNTIL I CANT SEE STRAIGHT!"
It was the liquor talking, to some extent. But mostly it was raw lust. Barbara had never been so hot in her life.
Tony had no sooner eased his big prick into her, stretching the velvety membranes of her cunt, before she came blindingly. He began to stroke, and she came again.
He fucked her with accelerating power, and she kept coming, like a string of firecrackers going off: Pop ... pop ... pop!
She was moaning and writhing, rolling to and fro on her hot ass while her stocking-clad legs flailed the air. Tony grasped her legs to steady her and pushed them back, bending her into a V, with her legs widely spread. He leaned against the backs of her full thighs, which he grasped just above her stockingtops, and powered his thick, throbbing prick in and out of her steamy hole at breakneck speed.
Barbara gasped stranglingly. She squealed and gasped some more. Her eyes rolled. Her hair fell in front of her face. Her tits jumped up and down on her ribcage, the nipples fit to burst, as Tony rocked her and the bed with the force of his fantastic fucking.
"Ooooh ... wowwww ... shit! ... OOOOH, JEEEE-ZUSSSSS!" Barbara cried.
Still the vibrant man fucked her and she kept coming. She couldn't begin to count the number of orgasms she had because they all ran together as her pussy rippled up and down on his fast-stroking rod. Her channel was snug and super-slippery, making Tony's head light as he pounded his throbbing meat into her.
Finally he let her legs drop and fell fully atop her, grinding and stroking until her mouth gaped and she pushed her head back into the pillow. She desperately needed one final release which would sap the last ounce of strength in her body.
She came, gloriously and fully, just as the man let go, his prickhead ballooning inside her. His vigorous spurts drilled wetly into her convulsing cunt, and she felt gratified as never before in her life.
"OOOOOOOOOH!" she moaned throatily, and clutched him, lurching and throbbing against his jerking body, his hairs scratching her nipples.
Her mind seemed to go into a downward spiral, as if she were falling through space. All tension fled from her, and she felt weightless as a feather.
She passed out....
CHAPTER THREE
When Barbara came to, Tony was just backing off. His meaty plug pulled from her pussy, and she watched it dangling and swaying.
What a cock! she thought. It's huge even when it's soft. How did I ever take that thing inside my body, much less get it into my mouth?
MY MOUTH?
I didn't actually SUCK it ... DID I?
Barbara was drenched with shame, because she knew the answer was yes. She had sucked Tony's big, nasty prick ... and, worst of all, she had enjoyed it.
She wanted to die.
"What's the matter?" he asked casually as he sat beside her, looking down.
"You know." Barbara's eyes were shut, her hair mussed, and her cheeks flushed. She made no effort to conceal her body, though her damp thighs were pressed together.
"Come on," Tony said. "We did what we felt like, and it was very good."
"It was immoral and nasty!"
Tony snuggled down next to her. "I love you, Barbara."
Her eyes popped open.
"I'm not one to say things like that," Tony went on. "But the first time I saw you, I knew you were going to be something special in my life. That's why I selected you to work with me. The charity drive is unimportant compared to us and what we can mean to each other."
Barbara tried to focus her thinking. The liquor still clouded her mind.
"I told you ... I'm married!" she said.
"So am I, and I'm miserable. My wife is a shrew. I've begged her for a divorce, but she won't give me one. She's got me by the balls, Barbara. I can't pay enough to get free."
Barbara shut her eyes again. What had she gotten herself into?
She tried to decide how she felt about Tony. Fucking him had been wonderful. It had given her more physical satisfaction than she'd ever had before. But life wasn't one big, long fuck. There were lots of other things to consider.
Oh, listen to yourself! she thought. Fucking Tony was a terrible thing, regardless of the pleasure it gave you! It was a sin!
Barbara started to get up.
Tony grasped her arm and asked anxiously. "Where are you going?"
"Home!" She tried to jerk free, but couldn't. All she accomplished was to shake her tits.
Tony grasped one and brought it to his lips. He licked Barbara's rosy nipple, causing the flaccid little lump of erectile tissue to stretch out as the disk surrounding it firmed up.
Barbara looked down dizzily and watched the handsome man lick her breast-tip. He switched his mouth to the other while his hand squeezed and rolled her first titty. Throbs began building inside her.
"Let me go!" Barbara exclaimed. "We can't do any more! PleeeeaseV
"We've just started, precious," Tony murmured, and eased her onto her back.
She was still very unsteady, and she blamed the liquor. She pushed feebly at Tony, but didn't really want to keep him from sucking her nipples-tugging on them as he shook her full, wobbly breasts. His hand stroked her belly, up and down across her garter belt. His fingers raked through the thick, silky hairs on her mons.
"Nooooh, Tony!" she protested. "Oooh, please ... we can't do it! Mmmmmmmmm!"
He was wiggling his wet tongue-tip into her navel, as her soft, gently curved tummy quivered against his face. He licked lower, to her deltoid patch of hair and through the soft tendrils.
"Ooooooh!" she shuddered, and ran her fingers into the luxuriant hair on his head. His tongue tickled the top of her slit. He CAN'T want to kiss me down there now, she thought, when I'm all wet and gooey! I must smell awful!
But it became obvious that kissing her between the legs was exactly what Tony had in mind as he eased her full, warm thighs apart and hunkered down.
"Ooooh ... Goddd ... nooooh!" she said feebly, while her stocking-and-garter-clad thighs flopped wide open like the halves of a book.
Tony licked her soft, wet, fragrant snatch, and Barbara thrilled. Though she had been totally satisfied just minutes ago, she was starting on another passionate ascent. She didn't understand herself.
It's the liquor! she thought. God, I shouldn't have had those drinks!
Tony pressed a hand against each of her warm, soft thighs, holding them wide open, as he sprawled on his belly between her legs. He was licking her used cunt quite thoroughly, working in and out of all the wiggly little folds. His tongue fluttered against the tip of her clitty, turning it to rock-hard sensitivity once again.
"Tony ... wowwwww!" she panted heatedly. "I love it when you do that! Oooh, loverrrl Lick me!"
Tony licked her like she had never even imagined herself being licked-up and down, in and around, back and forth in her meaty little cove. He even licked her underneath her pussy, striking close to her asshole.
Suddenly he raised his head and scrambled over one of her thighs so that he knelt next to her. But he didn't remain there. He startled Barbara by swinging astride her, facing her feet, and she found herself staring at his hairy ass, with his long cock and big balls hanging down.
Her dismay increased as he backed up and settled his warm nuts astride her nose, the moist tip of his penis touching her lips. He smelled very musky, and Barbara's stomach lurched. But as he resumed licking her pussy-really digging into her succulent hair-pie with his long, wicked tongue-her excitement impelled her to begin licking the head of his cum-coated peter while she groaned gurglingly.
Slut! Slut! Slut! an inner voice assailed her. You 're nothing but a filthy whore!
Her mouth opened wide and she took his cockhead in, washing the bobbly knob in her saliva and swallowing down the sex-flavored syrup. His nose was between her soft buttocks as he tongue-fucked her pulsating pussy. Her sanity seemed to waver as thrill after luscious thrill swept through her.
Tony's cock remained soft as she heatedly sucked on it, his balls straddling her nose. Since she couldn't see anything but brownish skin and black hair, she shut her eyes. Her mouth tugged at Tony's rope-like, thick penis, her tongue circling its bulbous head.
Gradually his cock stiffened, forcing her lips to spread as his glans swelled in her mouth. She had all the meaty, juicy prick that she could possibly accommodate, and her lips stretched wide around its firm shank. She sucked ardently, her tongue lapping the underside of his big prickhead as she champed on it.
Look at me-oh, look at me! she thought. I'm such a bitch!
The moral judgment only seemed to make her suck harder. She felt as if she could suck Tony's huge, tasty cock all day.
He began to stroke his pipe-like prick up and down, skidding its ridge between her softly clasping lips. She groaned, the sound muffled by his meat. She was grinding her humid crotch against his devilish tongue which plunged repeatedly into her wet, soft snatch. He varied the action by catching the raggedy edges of her pussyfolds between his teeth and tugging gently at them, letting them snap back elastically.
She felt sinfully loose. There seemed nothing she wouldn't do or didn't wish to have done to her.
Tony raised his head from between her thighs and swung off, pulling his thick prick from her mouth, which surrendered it, reluctantly. She gazed blearily at him as he knelt beside her, his magnificent cock saluting her sex appeal.
"Ooooh, I love that thing!" she said huskily, and rose onto an elbow, curling her greedy hand around his shaft. She tried to pull his prick to her mouth once more, but he knocked her hand away, which set his erection bobbing. The fat, purplish glans gleamed with her saliva.
"It's time to fuck!" he said.
"Oooh, yesss ... yesssss!" she hissed. "Fuck me so I can't think! I don't want to think!"
"Roll over on your belly," Tony said, "and stick your ass up!"
Barbara thrilled. She had always wanted to get it from the rear, like a bitch in heat, but Grant had never done it to her that way, and she hadn't had the courage to ask for it.
She quickly complied with Tony's demand, pressing her breasts against the bed and aiming her ass high, with her knees planted well apart. He scrambled around behind her and grasped her buttocks, wiggling and squeezing the pliant flesh as he pulled her asscheeks as far apart as they would go Barbara's asshole was tiny, with little brownish puckers radiating from its pink center. Her cunt was a rosy, wet gash in a wealth of hair.
Tony moved up and fitted his prick into her warm clam. He pushed, slowly but forcefully, and his entire eight-inch rod glided into her.
"OOOOOOOOOH!" she moaned, her cheek against the bed.
"I'm going to fuck you for as long as you can take it!" he promised.
"Oooh, I'll take it all day!" she pleasurably shuddered.
He withdrew and thrust, withdrew and thrust, moving steadily and powerfully but with no suggestion of hurry. His thick cock ripplingly expanded her pussy. She thrilled to his horny ridge, moving up and down inside her, and she could feel the heavy veins on his prick, as well.
She loved it. She had never thought she would appreciate a cock so much.
She wiggled her hot ass, and her soft flesh writhed around his deeply penetrating shaft. Her hungry cunt seemed to gulp at his member.
Tony squeezed and rolled her buttocks in his hands, gaining glimpses of her small anus which was squeezed tighter than usual as his tree trunk stroked in and out of her hair-encircled, adjacent hole. Her pink pussyflesh dragged along his retreating, wetly gleaming rod, then folded out of sight each time he sank his strong staff fully into her.
"Ooooh, Ton-eeee ... that's soooh gooooood!" she cooed.
"You're all cunt, my precious!" he purred vibrantly. "Warm, fuckable cunt!"
"I feeeeel like all cunt right now!" she said, moving her hips sensuously against his invading thrusts. His front patted her bouncy buttocks, sending ripples through them.
The second fucking was even better than the first, if that were possible, she thought. Instead of experiencing a mad frenzy that carried her from one reckless high to another, she was building slowly and surely toward a climax which would rock her very soul, she felt. She didn't wish to hurry it. It was so good to savor every moment of the rhythmically stroking linkage.
Tony glided his hands up and down her wide thighs, along her garter straps and across the tops of her tightly clenched hose. Kneeling behind her, he thrust straight forward, his thick cock performing like a locomotive drive-shaft.
"Uuuh ... poooh ... Ton-eeeee!" Barbara panted.
He pulled his prick out of her. "Noooooh!" she exclaimed.
Then she saw that he was only changing positions, rolling her onto her side and folding her uppermost leg forward. He sank his cock into her welcoming flesh that way and screwed her as he flexed her leg rhythmically, admiring her pale thigh above her stockingtop as her garters pressed against the smooth skin.
After a couple of minutes spent stroking in that position, he rolled Barbara completely onto her back.
He's going to fuck me to a climax now! she hoped, finally wanting him to speed up.
But he didn't. The same steady, deep-powering strokes continued as Tony leaned on straight arms and watched her full breasts wobble.
After a time, he grasped her arms and pulled her forward as he fell onto his back. Barbara rose astride him, as if by magic, and their organs remained linked.
Oooh, wonderful! she thought. Now I can set the pace! I can screw him hard and fast!
She started doing it just like that, grinding her pussy eagerly around his upthrust shaft and pumping up and down on him. She cooed and panted. She moaned.
Her wavy hair fell sexily across her cheeks as she sat straight up. Her eyes seemed to swim with passion. Her puffy red lips were moistly parted.
Tony clutched her bobbing breasts and sank his fingers into the resilient flesh. He wiggled her titties and rubbed the satin bulbs together. He bounced them up and down on his palms.
"Oooh, Tony...." she gasped. "I'm going to ... CUMMMMM!"
"Come, then!" he said, and pounded his fat prick up into her briskly bobbing hole.
She bounced faster and faster. The sound of her buttocks slapping his loins heightened the erotic fervor. His prick was rippling her pussy as never before. Her eyes rolled. She held her breath. She seemed to black out for a moment, while still fucking.
Then suddenly the gates of paradise opened wide before her, revealing a realm of glittering splendor into which she tumbled as she throbbed and jerked atop her lover. Her-cunt grasped spastically at his prick, squeezing it like a wet, velvet fist, and he shot into the midst of her swirling tempest.
"OOOOOOOH!" she bawled, and fell forward against him, her hips continuing to jerk as her brain swam in a sea of warm bliss.
It was the greatest, just as she had hoped-an orgasm that could never be topped, she felt certain.
"What are we going to do, Tony?" she asked tremulously as she lay beside him, clutching his hand. They both stared at the ceiling.
"We're going to go on seeing each other, of course."
"But there's your wife ... and my husband...."
"Will you quit harping on that?"
"I can't help it! Grant's not the sort of man who would tolerate this for a moment if he found out. He might ... even do something awful!"
Tony chuckled. "Such as?" , "He has a gun, you know."
"What?" Tony sat up and looked at her.
"Well, he naturally would, being a policeman."
"Your husband's a cop?" Tony asked.
"Yes. A sergeant."
"Shit!" Tony said, and flopped onto his back. "I ... I'm sorry."
Tony sighed. "It's all right. So he's a cop. You can't help that."
"But can't you see how dangerous this is for us?"
"You're imagining things. Cops don't kill in passion."
"Just the same...."
Tony got up. "Well, I'm going to take a shower. Want to join me?"
Barbara giggled, and sprang from the bed, her tits bobbing. Though she had exerted a great deal, she felt wonderful. She had worked off most of the effects of the liquor.
She ran with her lover into the bathroom and quickly stripped off her garters and stockings while Tony adjusted the shower. Then they entered the tiled stall together, stepping under the refreshing spray. They soaped each other, Tony lathering her bobbly, big breasts, her spongy asscheeks, and her velvety crotch. She did his cock and balls, laughing.
They rinsed off and left the shower to dry each other on large, fluffy towels. Barbara felt vibrant and glowing-more alive than she had been in years.
She would have to see Tony again, she decided, as he drove her home. He sat silently behind the wheel, seeming engrossed in thought as he watched the road.
"Grant doesn't have to find out about us," Barbara said, feeling a fresh pang of shame.
"That's the girl!"
"So you'll call me?" she asked as he pulled to a stop at her house. "Of course."
She laughed in embarrassment. "You know, we didn't talk about the charity drive, at all."
His eyes twinkled. "Next time we'll try to squeeze some business in."
"Don't kiss me," she said. "The neighbors might be looking."
She got out of the car and walked directly to her house, feeling like a different person than when she had left a few hours before.
She had scarcely entered the house before the phone rang. "Hello!" she fairly sang into the receiver.
"Barbara! For God's sake, I've been ringing and ringing!" It was Joan.
"Oh." Guilt assailed Barbara. "Well, Tony ... I mean, Mr. Delbridge and I...."
"You call him Tony, hmm?" Jealousy tinged her sister's voice.
Barbara rubbed her furry bump through her clothes. "That ... doesn't mean anything. We were planning the fund drive and...."
"Where?"
Barbara was becoming hot again, from stroking herself. She could feel the pea-like head of her clitoris swelling between its folds of warm flesh. "Barbara? I asked, where?"
"Oh. At, uh, Tony's office."
"He has an office?"
"Joan, I'm busy right now. We can talk later, all right?"
"Dam you for latching onto that guy!" her sister blurted.
"I ... I didn't latch onto him!"
"Well, whatever happened, you got him. And it's such a waste! If it were me, I'd have known what to do!"
You think I didn't? Barbara wanted to say, feeling like a whore, but being strangely proud of herself at the same time.
"Goodbye, Joan," she said, and hung up.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Babe, when are you coming to bed?" Grant demanded as he appeared in the doorway of the den, a large, hairy-chested figure in blue and white striped shorts.
"In a little while," his wife replied, glancing back at the TV. "I have to see how this movie turns out."
"Yeah? Well, you know I've got to get up early."
He turned and ambled back to the bedroom.
Though Barbara stared at the television, she wasn't thinking about the action movie that flashed across the 24-inch tube. She was wondering desperately why Tony hadn't called in two days. Besides chat, her husband obviously expected sex that night, and the thought of submitting to him was abhorrent.
Tony! she mentally implored. I need you so! I'd give anything to feel your hands on me tonight ... fondling my breasts, stroking my thighs and belly, fingering my slit! I want to feel your lips on my nipples ... your big, stiff cock inside me!
She was making herself hot by merely thinking about what she needed. But she wasn't hot for Grant's brusque, unsatisfactory style of lovemaking.
There was something else about Grant that turned her off, whenever she was close to him, she suffered intensely from guilt. Though he was her husband, she had given herself to another man, and it was the other man that she wanted.
Why hasn't Tony called? she kept asking herself. He wanted me as much as I wanted him. He said he loved me! And the way he fucked me ... God! He made me feel like the most desired woman in the world.
I know I told him that we shouldn't see each other any more. But I didn't really mean that, and he knew it. Oh, how I need him! I'll die if I don't feel his hands and lips ... and his wonderful, huge prick driving into me!
"Barbara, God damn it!" Grant was back, fuming.
"All right ... all right!" she said, and snapped off the TV. "I've, uh, got to take a bath," she added as she followed her husband down the hall.
"Forget that!" he said. "It's late already."
Sure, you wouldn't care if I took a bath or not, because you never kiss my body! she thought spitefully. You don't know that nipples are for sucking. And as for getting your face down between my legs-you probably think that's the filthiest thing imaginable!
I did, too ... before Tony. But now I know how wonderful it can be for a man to kiss and lick my hot pussy-and what a thrill it is to suck a cock, too!
Barbara still glowed with shame as she thought about the shocking things she had done and that Tony had done to her. But her desire for more of the same was even hotter.
"I'll be along in a little bit," she told her husband as she ducked into the bathroom.
Grant had been right, of course, there was no point in her taking a bath. Still, she wanted to stall as long as possible, in the hope that her husband would be asleep by the time she reached their marriage bed.
She removed her blouse and gazed in the mirror at the reflection of her large breasts which bulged over the cups of her lowcut bra. As she had grown up, she had been ashamed of her more than ample mammary development. But since Tony appreciated her breasts so much, she had become proud of them.
She released her bra and let her bountiful orbs bobble free. Standing with her shoulders back and looking at herself from several angles, Barbara had to admit that her tits stuck out nicely, even as full and heavy as they were.
She fingered her rosy nipples, causing them to jut ripely. The sensitive stems throbbed with a need to feel warm, moist lips around them, sucking gently.
Barbara let her outer pants down and stepped from them. This left her in sleek blue panties that clung to her hips like a second skin.
She turned and looked over her shoulder at the reflection of her lush bottom, which had always embarrassed her even more than her outsized breasts. But the way Tony had adored her plump, shapely ass had made it an object of pride, also.
She slowly folded her panties down, watching the filmy nylon surrender its possession of her cheeky curves. She couldn't forget how Tony had kissed her back there.
She bit her lip as her cunt became hotter and hotter. She badly needed sex that night-but not with Grant. Tony was the only man she wanted, she admitted in stark shame.
Stepping out of her panties, she was nude.
As she brushed her teeth, her breasts quivered with the rapid motions of her arm. She washed her face.
When she was ready to go to the bathroom at last, though dreading it, she realized that she didn't have her nightgown. She would have to walk in nude, unless she wished to put her panties back on. That seemed foolish. Grant would have the light out anyway, she assumed.
She walked to the bedroom and found it dark. She tried not to make a sound while putting on her nightie, hoping that her husband had fallen asleep. Approaching the bed, she noted that his eyes were closed as he lay on his back.
She lay back the covers and slid into bed as carefully as possible. Grant didn't move nor make a sound.
Thank God! Barbara thought.
Her most immediate problem had been solved by her procrastination. But that gave rise to another dilemma: How would she quiet the submerged turmoil in her body, which had been intensified by her sexy thoughts?
She didn't want to squirm about, for fear of waking Grant. Still, she had to satisfy herself. She would be careful, she decided, as her right hand glided down her gossamer nightie to her smoldering loins. She gently drew her nightgown up to her waist and stroked her thick pussyfur.
Gradually her fingers glided lower, along her puffy slit, as her thighs inched apart. She was careful not to touch Grant with her leg.
She rubbed her warm, soft pussy up and down, loosening the lips and stimulating them, causing them to fill with blood. Her fingers deftly parted her hair-covered draperies, and she stroked the clammy interior lips of her cunt. They were clammy only in that they were moist; they were far from cold.
A fingertip teased the tiny knob of her clitoris, making it swell and throb. Barbara breathed more excitedly. She wanted to squirm, but didn't dare.
Grant slept on, beside her, as she diddled herself. Her finger intensively rubbed the tip of her clit. She caught her breath. Her excitement mounted. Finally it peaked, and she climaxed, but with immediate disappointment. Her fleeting and shallow orgasm yielded only a small fraction of the gratification she had gained from each climax with Tony. It was a mockery.
Barbara lapsed into torpor, feeling more ashamed and troubled than ever. Before falling asleep she reached a decision: She would cast her pride away and phone Tony the next morning.
Her nerves were taut as she listened to the ringing signal on the phone. There was a click, and a woman's rather harsh voice said, "Hello?"
"Oh. Uuuh ... is Mr. Delbridge there, please? This is Mrs. McKenna. About the charity fund drive?"
"Just a minute," the woman said, and left the line.
His wife! Barbara thought. Does she suspect anything? She sounds like a shrew, just as Tony said. She obviously isn't warm enough to make him happy-not like I did when we were in bed together.
Barbara's mind went on another kaleidoscopic tour of recollection-Tony and her in bed together, kissing, touching, fucking heatedly. Her cheeks brightened, and she became very warm between the legs.
"Mrs. McKenna ... how are you?" Tony said smoothly.
"Tony!" she exclaimed. "I'm ... I'm sorry to call you at home, but ... is it safe to talk?"
"That's all right, Mrs. McKenna," he said with appropriate formality.
"I had to talk with you! Why haven't you called me?"
"Yes ... busy, busy. You know how it is."
"All right. I understand that you can't say anything specific because your wife is there."
Barbara screwed up her courage and went on, though it shamed her, "Can we see each other today?"
"Well, that would be ... a little difficult."
"Please, Tony! Ooh, God...." she murmured, mortified. "Can you call me later, when you're alone?"
"Yes, I'll do that."
"I'll be waiting, darling."
"Good-bye, Mrs. McKenna," he said, and hung up the phone.
Barbara replaced the receiver, trembling. She felt very cheap for having chased after a man-and to no immediate avail, though she had hopes of getting a callback. Still, Tony could have been a bit warmer. He could have given her some word of encouragement. It had been pleasurable, however, just to hear his voice.
Barbara's pussy was damp, merely from the stilted phone conversation.
She waited for the remainder of that day, but Tony didn't call back. Her nerves were beginning to give her fits.
That evening Grant was out of sorts, growling at her and giving her sharp looks. He obviously was wondering why she had been so standoffish. She couldn't get away with that much longer, she realized.
Grant drank after dinner, which was unusual for him. There was a time when Barbara might have appreciated it, because liquor gave him greater resistance to a climax when he screwed her. She might even get there, she thought, if she were to put her mind to it. But as things were, she didn't wish to climax with him. She didn't want him to touch her.
As Grant drank more, his mood became nastier.
"Come on-let's go to bed!" he finally growled, and grasped Barbara by an arm, lifting her out of her chair.
"But I'm not ready to go to bed yet!" she exclaimed resentfully, and jerked free of him. "It's early!"
"Well, if you don't want to go to bed," Grant retorted, unbuttoning his shirt, "we'll do it right here. I want you-and, by God, I'm going to have you!"
Barbara didn't resist. She realized that she didn't have the right, and, even if she were to try, Grant would only become meaner and force her to give in. That would make the situation even worse for them than it already was.
She steeled herself as he pulled her down to the sofa. He kicked his pants off. She unfastened her dress and wriggled out of it, so that she wore only her bra and panties when his knees depressed the couch and he hovered over her.
He sloppily kissed her face and neck, his hands pawing. She squirmed to unfasten her bra and take it away. Grant rolled her tits roughly, stiffening the nipples. But he didn't kiss them. He stripped her silky pants off.
Barbara shut her eyes. She tried to imagine it was Tony who was with her, but that brought more shame and it didn't work. The difference between Tony's lovemaking and Grant's was so drastic that she couldn't entertain the illusion for even a moment.
Grant's prick poked out through the fly of his boxer shorts as he knelt between his wife's thighs. She didn't ask him to go slowly this time-what was the use?
Her cove was moist when he made his move, however. She had been like that all day, from thinking about Tony. Her husband's cock glided smoothly into her, and she felt it throb in her heated clutches.
She experienced a slight throbbing in response, which was simply an automatic reaction, she assured herself.
Grant began stroking briskly right away, in his clumsy, bull-like manner. Barbara was in such dire need that her response grew more quickly than usual. She squirmed, and her features screwed up.
Her ruby lips parted, and she began to pant.
Grant's raging cockhead surged along her vaginal channel, expanding the clutching, slick membrane in rippling waves. Barbara pushed heatedly against him, calling herself a worse slut than ever. She had convinced herself that she loved Tony, and had been waiting eagerly for his call, yet here she was fucking her husband as if he was the man she still loved and wanted.
Maybe she did love Grant, she thought, in spite of his short-comings. Perhaps she was only infatuated with Tony.
She clutched the beefy, barrel-chested man who was atop her and bobbed her buttocks in the soft sofa cushion. Her clit and all the nerve ends in her pussy's mouth were stropped by his fast-stroking rod.
I'm going to get there! she thought with something like amazement.
But Grant didn't last quite long enough. Just as Barbara was about to reach her climax, he exploded inside her, spurting warm cream into the pit of her pussy.
"Oooh, noooooooh!" she moaned bitterly.
"What's the matter?" Grant pushed up to look her in the face as soon as he had finished ejaculating.
"Nothing!" she said, and bit her lip. She hated Grant ... and herself, as well.
The ladies of the church social club got together the following day at a member's home. Barbara went alone, since Joan wasn't at home when Barbara had telephoned her. She wasn't at the meeting, either.
Barbara looked around for Tony, but he didn't seem to be there. There was no reason why he should be, she decided, since he wasn't due to report yet on the charity drive arrangements. How could he report anything when she was his chief assistant, and they hadn't even formed their basic plans?
The question of why he hadn't called her gnawed tormentingly. She hadn't gotten up the courage to call him again.
"Hello, Edith," she said to the slender young wife whom she sat beside.
"Hello," the blonde responded, and quickly looked down. She fidgeted nervously.
What's the matter with her? Barbara wondered.
Across the room, normally quiet Nell Walters was laughing and conversing animatedly with Bertha Morehouse. Nell acted as if she had come just into an inheritance or something.
"Well, how have things been going with you?" Barbara asked the pretty woman who sat beside her.
"Ooh, all right." Edith gave a wan smile, then quickly averted her eyes again. She didn't give the impression of wanting to avoid Barbara, but rather that she was troubled by something else. Her white hands twisted tensely.
Barbara was mystified.
The meeting was duller than usual, and the tea which followed was hardly more entertaining. Tony was in Barbara's thoughts constantly, and she kept glancing about, hoping that he might appear. He didn't.
Barbara drove home, her troubles nagging. She pressed her warm thighs together and squirmed behind the wheel, deliberately stimulating her clit. The hard nubbin throbbed, and her pussy moistened.
I'll have to play with myself as soon as I get home! she thought with dismay.
But that wasn't to be. Barbara had no sooner entered the house before Joan came bounding in. The latter was radiant.
"I did it, kid!" she exclaimed, embracing her sister. "Ooh God, I really did it! And it was wonderfull"
"For heaven's sake, what are you babbling about?" Barbara asked.
Joan looked at her levelly. "I seduced a man!"
Barbara's lower jaw dropped.
"I can't tell you who, of course, though I'd love to!" Joan chirped, and whirled happily in the center of the room. "He's married, and it would cause a terrible scandal if the word got out."
Barbara knew how her sister felt. Her empathy was mingled with envy, because her own affair with Tony had gone on the rocks.
"God, what a man he is!" Joan confided. "He's got-ooh, Barbara, such a beautiful, big, hard prick!"
"Joan!" Her sister blushed.
"And does he know how to use it!" the platinum blonde gushed. "Wow, I came and came! And he didn't just fuck me. Honey, he used his mouth better than Howie ever did ... and, oh God, I went oral with him, too! I couldn't help myself."
Barbara was flabbergasted to hear such a startlingly frank confession from her sister.
"Hey, listen ... I want to apologize to you for something," Joan went on.
"What's that?"
"Getting pissed off because you went somewhere with Tony the other day. I realize now that it didn't mean a thing."
Barbara stared at her. Why had Joan mentioned Tony in practically the same breath with the man she had seduced, unless...?
The suspicion was almost too painful to contemplate, but Barbara couldn't rid herself of it. The way Joan had described her new lover fitted Tony to a T.
"Was it him, Joan?" the anguished woman blurted.
"I told you, I can't say," Joan replied. But the wicked sparkle in her eyes gave an answer more eloquent than words.
Barbara felt crushed.
CHAPTER FIVE
It was awful to realize that her own sister-the girl she had grown up with, who had sprung from the same flesh and blood-had snatched away the only man who had ever satisfied her. She was furious with Joan for that.
She also was furious with Tony for being so easily influenced, for literally jumping from one sister to the other with scarcely a pause for breath between.
Most of all, Barbara was angry with herself. She had been a perfect ninny!
So, Tony is smooth, she told herself. He knows how to make a woman feel good ... and he has a tremendous prick! He lied to you when he said he loved you. He's obviously just a wolf who goes from female to female, fucking as many as he can. Joan will find out.
You've got a man who's devoted to you. He works for you every day and brings his money home. He doesn't play around with other women.
And how have you repaid him for his devotion? You cheated on him, you slut!
Well, no more! Barbara vowed.
As she prepared dinner for Grant and herself, she thought about the evening before, when she had almost climaxed with him. For a moment there, she was even thinking that she didn't love Tony at all, that Grant indeed was the only man for her. Then he had left her hanging as usual, and she had hated him.
But what a small thing that was, really.
Grant was a normal male. He was strong and vigorous. His prick could certainly get as hard as Tony's, and it could work just as well, too! So what if it wasn't as big? A woman didn't need a huge log shoved up her slit in irder to become excited. Getting aroused and needing a release had never been Barbara's problem.
What was her problem really? she asked herself as she sliced a carrot into a stew pot.
Grant was a klutz at making love!
That was the whole thing in the proverbial nutshell.
Barbara was married to a man who had everything it took to make her happy, but he never had learned how to go about it. And she hadn't bothered to teach him. Before Tony, she hadn't really known herself. Finally she did.
Perhaps she should thank Tony for giving her a course in marital relations, she thought whimsical ly A simple thing like getting her pussy kissedhow she loved that! She knew she would love it just as much if it were Grant's tongue, rather than Tony's, that stroked her hair-lined slit and dug into the succulent, moist, pink gash. Perhaps she would enjoy it even more, because Grant was her husband and there would be no cause for guilt.
She thought about sucking Grant's cock, and the idea made her quiver ecstatically.
She had always thought such things were nasty and perverted, but Tony had given her a new attitude toward them. They were just fun, that's all!
As for Grant's lack of staying power after getting his cock inside her, perhaps he only needed to change his mental attitude, Barbara thought. If he were to think about her pleasure as well as his own, he would move slower and bring her along, the way a woman had to be in order to get there with her man.
Barbara smiled to herself.
Finding and losing Tony, all within the span of a couple of days, might have been the best thing that had ever happened to her, she decided. It might prove a benefit to Grant, as well, because it could strengthen their marriage.
As she completed dinner, Barbara's thoughts focused warmly on her strong, loyal husband and how she was going to treat him that night. By the next morning, perhaps she would forget Tony completely, she hoped.
"Why don't you have another drink," Barbara suggested sweetly, "while I take a bath and get all clean and pretty for you?"
She bent and gave her husband a kiss as she started out of the living room. He put down the sports magazine he'd been reading.
"Hey, what is this?" he wanted to know. "Last night I practically had to rape you, and now...."
"Never mind," Barbara said softly, and tossed him a kiss from the door. "I'll see you later, okay?"
She left a mystified husband behind as she walked to the bathroom, her hips undulating sensuously. Thanks to Tony, she didn't feel like the same person she had been a few days ago. She was going to stop acting like that person, too-even with Grant.
He poured himself a second after-dinner drink, and sipped it as he resumed reading about Joe Namath. Grant was a twice-a-week man when it came to sex, and this wasn't his night, which was not to say that he wouldn't do it if he got into the mood, but he had no itching desire.
Barbara bathed luxuriously, thinking about the delights that lay in store for Grant and her. She was a bit nervous about taking the lead with him and teaching him things. She wasn't sure how he would react at first-but once they got started, everything would be all right, she felt certain.
After drying herself, she padded nude into the bedroom, her tits bobbing springily. She selected her frilliest panties. They were pink with white lace and little bows. She put them on, then a fancy negligee-a gift from Grant during their first year of marriage. The fact that he had given it to her proved he did occasionally have a sexual impulse other than just humping and thrusting, she thought.
She took quite some time with her hair and makeup, then dabbed her best cologne at strategic places. When she rejoined Grant in the living room, she felt vibrant and quivery with anticipation.
He looked up, and a smile spread across his square-jawed visage. "Hey, babe, you look real cute!"
"I hope so," she said warmly, and took the magazine from his hands. "You won't be needing that any more tonight."
She dropped the magazine to the floor and slid into her husband's lap.
"I wish I could figure you out," he said.
"It's very simple-I love you!" Barbara kissed him on the lips.
Grant stirred as her tongue licked tentatively at his closed lips. She could have counted on her fingers the times Grant had kissed her with his mouth open, throughout three years of marriage.
His lips didn't part this time, either. Barbara didn't become concerned. She would bring him around, she felt sure.
"Maybe we'd be more comfortable in the bedroom," she suggested.
"But, babe, Police Story is coming on in a few minutes! You know that's the one cop show I like."
"Didn't you have enough 'cop show' today for real?" she asked, and wriggled her warm bottom against his lap. She saw a subtle change come over his features, and she felt hardness rising against her.
"You know, you're something else," he said, and gave her a kiss. Again, he didn't part his lips.
Barbara got up and took his hand, urging him out of the chair and leading him along the hall to their bedroom. She felt warm and fluttery, almost as she had been with Tony.
I'm going to quit thinking about HIM completely! she resolved. Grant's my man, and we're going to have a very good time tonight!
"I just realized that there's something I've never done," she said as she turned to face her husky husband in the dimly lit bedroom. "I've never undressed you."
A strange look flashed across his face. "Since when do nice women do that kind of stuff? Just take that frilly outfit off and lie down on the bed. I'll tend to my own pants."
Barbara felt foolish. "Grant, I want to undress you!"
"Why?"
"Because it ... it would be different."
"Well, it would embarrass me. Just take your thing off and lie down."
"If you won't let me undress you, at least you're going to undress me," she said, and lay on the bed in her negligee and panties.
Grant looked at her peculiarly as he quickly stripped off his shirt and trousers. His cock was no longer hard, his boxer shorts showing no distention.
Barbara extended her arms toward him, and he knelt on the bed beside her. After he opened her negligee, she drew him down for a passionate kiss.
Her moist tongue corkscrewed at his closed lips until she finally succeeded in penetrating his mouth. Her tongue stroked warmly and wetly.
After just a few moments Grant pulled away.
"Hey, what's come over you?" he demanded. "Have you forgotten you're a housewife? You're coming on like a ... a ... loose woman or something."
Barbara smarted as if he had slapped her. "I'm not a loose woman!" she exclaimed defensively. "I love you!"
"Well, I love you too, babe-but not like a harlot."
She didn't know what to do. Grant wasn't responding as she had hoped, at all. Wasn't he the slightest bit human?
Though Barbara had lost confidence in her plan, something wouldn't let her abandon it. She realized, deep inside, that if Grant didn't change there was no hope for them, whether she had Tony or not.
She let Grant fully open her negligee. As he gazed at her lusciously rounded breasts, with rosy nipples sticking up atop them, he began to do some sticking up of his own. Barbara watched the front of his shorts push forward.
Impulsively she reached out and snaked a hand into his fly. Before he knew what was happening, she had seized his stiffening penis and brought it out. He stared down, dumfounded, as she stroked her hand on six-inch cock, rolling the foreskin up and down across the ridge of his glans.
She saw his facial features slacken, his mouth softening as his eyes took on a dreamy quality that she had never noticed in them before. Then suddenly he changed back to the stern, prudish cop and slapped her hand away from his rod.
"God damn it," he snarled, "cut that stuff out!"
"Grant, what's the matter with you?" she asked desperately.
"You're asking ME that?" he snapped back. "You're the one that's acting crazy tonight! Now take off that top thing and your pants."
"Aren't they p-pretty?" Barbara asked, her desperate need still driving her on. It was as if she was determined to ruin her marriage that night if she couldn't repair it. "I put these panties on just for you."
"Well, great!" he said sarcastically. "Now I want 'em off-okay?"
"Grant, I'm not a prisoner that you're ordering around!"
His cock slumped. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Just that I wish you'd treat me more softly and tenderly. Pet me. Kiss me. Make me feel like a woman who is loved."
"I told you I love you!"
"Well, show it! Take my panties off slowly ... stroke me with your hands ... and with your lips, too. Lick me, Grant!"
"You're ... talking like a slut!" he said, and looked at her as if he feared he would soil his hands if he touched her.
Fury blazed in Barbara's mind, adding to the heat of passion she previously felt. Wanting to show Grant up for the fool he was-and still hoping she could cure him-she lunged for his cock. He was too startled to move as she lifted his supple organ and stuffed it into her hot, wet mouth. She began to suck his prick madly, her tongue buffeting his glans, her lips working fish-like on his wiggly stem. His male flavor washed over her taste buds in a flood of her own saliva, then down her gulping throat.
Grant's prick stiffened once more, his shaft spreading her lips as his cockhead ballooned against her tongue. She sucked the stiff thing more heatedly, her head bobbing. She skidded her o-shaped lips across the horny ridge of his corona.
He was breathing hard-she could hear that-and she felt tension mount within him.
Suddenly he pulled back, and his cock whipped from her mouth to bob springily up and down before locking into an arrogant tilt. Barbara looked up.
The expression on her husband's face was one she had never seen before: Utter bewilderment, was the only way she could have described it. Then it changed before her eyes to harsh condemnation.
Grant grasped her by the shoulders and shook her, making her big tits bounce up and down. Her brains seemed suddenly scrambled.
"You filthy god-damned whore!" her husband rasped.
He let her drop onto her back, and he ripped the pretty panties from her. She no longer cared. Her eyes were shut, and bitter tears drizzled through her lashes.
Grant flung her legs wide apart and bore down and forward, driving his stiff prick into her. The fucking was without love, and without a modicum of pleasure, as far as Barbara was concerned. It was nothing but the rapid thrust-thrust-thrust of a rigid cock in a yielding, utterly dominated pussy.
Grant continued driving into his pretty wife, nonstop, until he came, jerking and spurting into her cuntal clutches. Then he pulled out, his prick still dripping, and backed off the bed.
He turned and strode from the room, carrying his clothes.
Barbara could scarcely believe that the beautiful evening of love and passion that she had planned had turned into something so sordid and degrading. She felt miserable to the depth of her soulshocked, hurt, and ashamed.
After a few minutes, she raised herself from the bed and walked numbly into the bathroom. She thought about packing her things and leaving Grant that very night. But where would she go? Surely not to Tony!
She didn't feel strong enough to strike out on her own.
Hatred for her sister flared. If only Joan hadn't taken Tony away from her, she could have gone to him.
Are you crazy? an inner voice mocked. Tony never cared a fig for you! You were just a casual fuck as far as he was concerned-a hot lay that he could take one day and forget the next. Anyway, he's married!
But he acted so warm and tender, Barbara fondly recalled. And when he said he loved her, he hadn't had to do so. They'd already had sex.
Joan had taken him away! After Joan had seduced him, he was ashamed to face her sister, Barbara decided. That's why he hadn't been in touch with her.
But what could she do about it now, Barbara wondered. She couldn't crawl to him, admit she knew about Joan and him, and tell him it didn't matter. That would destroy what pride she had left.
Damn Joan!
Barbara wanted to get back at her sister in the worst way. She focused all the rage she had felt toward her husband, and toward herself, onto the woman who had stolen the only man who'd ever given her real satisfaction.
That bitch! Barbara thought.
Suddenly an idea struck her-the perfect means for revenge. She felt better instantly, vibrant and excited again.
It was a daring plan, but she could carry it out, she assured herself. She had gone with Tony, and that had required a good deal of daring. What she had tried with her husband that night had required courage, too.
Yes, she was up to it, all right, and she would do it tomorrow!
She had thought about masturbating in the bathroom, to snatch a bit of the satisfaction Grant had denied her. But she no longer wanted to do that. She would wait.
As she returned to the bedroom, she could hear the TV rumbling in the den. Grant was watching his precious cop show, wallowing in the stupid macho image of hard-nosed men with guns, ordering the world around. Well, the devil with him!
Barbara went to bed and writhed for awhile between the sheets, her frustrated body crying out for satisfaction.
Just wait! she told herself. Just wait! You'll get all you want!
She would be getting back at Grant as well as Joan, she realized, and that thought pleased her. It permitted her to refrain from stroking her damp cunt and playing with her clit that still tingled. Her firm nipples were teased by the silken nightie she had put on.
Just wait!
Finally Barbara sank into sleep, and her dreams were a confused tangle of desire and frustration. She panted as she rolled and tossed....
CHAPTER SIX
Ding! rang the signal in Howie's Quickie Service as Barbara's car rolled to a stop at the pumps.
A kid with long hair emerged from the garage in back, wiping his hands on a rag.
"Yes, ma'am?" he asked solicitously as he stepped up to the side of Barbara's car. His eyes widened as he looked down the front of her blouse, which she daringly had left unbuttoned at the top. Her creamy tits surged in rounded fullness, a deep cleft between them.
"Fill it up with the regular, please," she said sweetly, "and, uh, would you mind asking Howie to step over here? There seems to be something wrong with my gas pedal."
"I'd be glad to look at it, ma'am," the youth responded eagerly as he stared at her thighs, which were half exposed by her rucked-up skirt. He was intrigued by the dark bands at the tops of her nylons and the metallic glint of a garter clasp, realizing that if he got his head low enough, next to her knees, he would be able to glimpse bare skin above her sleek stockings.
"I would rather have your boss look at it, if you don't mind," Barbara said.
"Oh," the lad replied, disappointed. "Well, sure. I'll call him."
The boy started the gas flowing, then hurried to the back where Howie Gillis was tinkering with an engine. Barbara was nervous as she waited. Seeing her brother-in-law was nothing-they got together frequently, with her husband and his wife. But this would be like no get-together they'd ever had before.
Howie approached her car, grinning. He was thin, with a boyish face, despite his 30-some years, and a twinkle in his blue eyes. A lock of sandy hair fell across his forehead.
"Hi, Barb!" he said. "What seems to be the trouble?"
"It's my gas pedal," she replied, an odd tension in her voice. "It's been sticking every once in awhile."
"Yeah?"
Howie was looking down into the car, getting the same view that his helper had enjoyed-surging breasts and lovely thighs, the latter exposed nearly to the tops of his sister-in-law's stockings. It wasn't like Barbara to show off that way. She seemed on edge, and there was a faint blush to her pretty cheeks.
"Well, uuh, why don't you drive around in back," Howie suggested, "and I'll take a look at your problem?"
"Thank you."
The gas had stopped running by that time, because Barbara hadn't needed much. Howie noted the amount as he hung up the hose and capped her gas tank. She started the car and. drove it into a service bay, stopping directly over a hydraulic lift.
Her tension increased as she wriggled her skirt a couple of inches higher on her thighs, exposing circular strips of bare flesh above her stockings. She remained in the driver's seat as Howie opened the door of the car.
"Hey, Barb, that's really cute!" he said, indicating her legs.
"What? Ooh!" She blushed stronger. "This darn skirt is too short."
She writhed a bit, as if trying to push her skirt down. But she moved it hardly at all, leaving her thighs alluringly exposed.
"If you want to, uh, push your seat back...." Howie said, taking in the lovely display of bare thighs, stocking welts, and garters.
Barbara slid back her seat all the way and crossed her left leg over the right as Howie leaned down into the car. He reached across her ankles to work the accelerator pedal.
"Seems okay now," he said, and turned his head toward her.
His glance was arrested by the underside of her elevated thigh, which was lusciously pale and soft, with a white garter strap running along its outer curve, pressing into the flesh. Even more enticing was the small triangle of pale-pink panty that showed where her thighs came together.
Howie's cock throbbed into sudden life. He cleared his throat.
His helper, who was gassing another car, kept glancing toward Howie in the bay. The older man raised his hand in a signal outside Barbara's car, and the youth, sauntered over, his pimply face wearing a wise grin.
"Slide over-will you, Barb?" Howie said.
Her heart thudded as she complied, and her brother-in-law slipped behind the wheel. He shut the car's door, and suddenly the vehicle started rising on the hoist.
Barbara felt cheaper than she had thought she would, but she became wildly excited. She considered the young man operating the lift. He had to know what she and Howie were going to do. The lad obviously was a party to his boss's illicit activities in the garage.
"Baby, you're something else!" Howie growled lustfully as he ran his hands up the outside of her thighs, sweeping her skirt all the way to her waist so that she sat directly on her thin panties. "I've had a yen for you ever since I first started dating your sister. But you always seemed so prim and proper. What happened all of a sudden?" he asked as he stroked her rounded, warm hips in her clinging briefs.
"Oooh, I don't want to talk about it!" she shuddered excitedly. "Just take me!"
"Man, will I!"
His fingers curled around the slender elastic at the top of her panties, and he pulled the silky undergarment down, whisking it out from under her bottom. She was already wet between the thighs, and moisture showed on her panty crotch as Howie stripped the briefs, inside-out, along her legs.
"Ain't old Grant taking care of you?" he asked.
"Don't mention him!" Barbara snapped. "And if you ever tell him or Joan about this...."
"Don't worry," Howie chuckled as he worked her clingy underpants over her shoes. "I'm a guy who don't talk about anything."
Barbara wasn't sure she believed him. Also, there was the kid who had operated the hoist.
"How about your helper?" she asked huskily.
"Billy? Shit, there's a way to keep him quiet, and you'll dig it a lot-all my lady friends do."
"What are you talking about?" Barbara asked breathlessly as Howie unbuttoned her blouse while visually feasting on the v-shaped wedge of brown curls at the base of her belly.
"Just give the kid a little of what I'm gonna get."
"Noooh! Ooh, my God, I couldn't doooooo that!" Barbara panicked. "Let me down from here!"
But she knew it was too late as Howie reached under her loose blouse, to her back, and unhooked her low-cut bra. He whipped the flimsy garment up around her neck, letting her full breasts bob free.
"Jesus Christ!" he exclaimed, his eyes widening as he gazed at her creamy orbs with the neat rosy nipples at their crests. Her stems immediately stiffened out. "I knew you were built, Barbara, but I never saw a set of tits as pretty as these!"
"Oooh, Howie, don't talk nasty I" she begged, her eyes rolling.
His hands basketed her big tits and squeezed them, his thumbs rubbing her erect nipples. Looking down, Barbara realized that his hands were greasy from the engine tune up he'd been performing-not real dirty, but soiled enough to leave faint smudges on her breasts and along her thighs, as well. This turned her on, all the more.
"Hurry!" she begged, and reached for the hump at the front of his greasy pants.
She clasped his hardness through the cloth and knew immediately that his prick wasn't as large as Tony's.
I've got to quit thinking of HIM! she ordered herself, and proceeded to unzip Howie's trousers.
She couldn't see what she was doing because Howie had bent to her bosom and was taking noisy, wet sucks at the tips of her throbbing breasts, stretching her rubbery nipples out and letting them snap back, which made her titties jiggle. She writhed on her bare, hot ass while working Howie's cock out through his fly. She kept thinking of the kid down below, who must have been staring up at her car and imagining what was going on inside it.
I wonder if he has a hard-on, she speculated, and wished she could see.
Her hand told her that Howie's stiff, if short penis was complete with foreskin, and she rolled the rubbery hood up and down across the bulging knob of his cock.
"Lie back," he said huskily, "and raise your legs."
"You mean, stick them right in the air? Oooh, what if Billy can see?"
"Will you forget about Billy? Just do it!"
Howie's prick bristled up from his lap, its bare head swelling rosily, as Barbara scooted toward him, then reclined on the front seat. Thank goodness she drove one of the larger cars, she thought, as she lifted her legs.
Howie pushed her stocking-clad columns wide apart and gazed at the juicy cleft that opened in her clump of lady fur.
"Barb, you're a sexy bitch!" he growled, and dove between her thighs.
"UUUUH!" she panted as Howie's face smacked soggily against her cunt.
His tongue was out and he was licking deliriously, wiggling her warm, moist pussy flesh and breathing in her tangy-sweet fragrance. Barbara squirmed. She wiggled her flexed legs. Trying to extend one, she kicked the roof of the car.
She shut her eyes and imagined that it was Tony who was licking her flaming-hot pussy. But that didn't work. She scolded herself for thinking about him again, but her brother-in-law didn't have Tony's smooth technique. Howie's tongue was digging into her honeypot too roughly, jabbing her as if he were using his cock, rather than licking in the gentle, maddening way Tony had done.
Nevertheless Barbara squirmed excitedly. She thought about Joan and how she was getting back at her. She thought also of how furious Grant would have been if he had known.
"Oooh, Howie, I just love it!" she cooed, bumping her hot cunt against his face.
"Does Grant treat you like that?" he asked, raising his wet visage to look at her.
"Never mind him! Just lick me some more."
"How about you licking me now?" her brother-in-law asked, his eyes twinkling.
"What?" Barbara looked at his stuck-up cock.
"You lick pricks, don't you?" he asked lewdly as he clutched his organ around its base and waggled it.
"Must you be vulgar?" she demanded.
"Shit, everybody uses four-letter words now."
"Prick has five letters," Barbara pointed out, wondering why she said it.
Howie chuckled. "Beg your pardon," he murmured, massaging her tits. "My dick, then ... my cock ... choose your own dirty words."
Oh, my goodness! she thought, wallowing guiltily in the lascivious situation. No wonder Joan talks dirty when she has a husband like this.
"Are you gonna lick me or not?" Howie challenged.
YES! she suddenly decided. I'm going to lick you! I'm going to suck you, too!
She bowed her head, her dark hair showering over Howie's grease-smudged pants, and she stuck out her rosy, moist tongue. He pushed her hair aside so he could watch her lick the slitted tip of his organ.
Barbara thrilled as she tasted his cock. It was salty, like Tony's and Grant's, but she believed that each of them tasted a bit different. She liked Tony's best-and his prick was lusciously large, its head purplish.
Damn it! she thought, licking Howie's cock more heatedly. Why can't I quit thinking about Tony?
She widened her lips and took Howie's rubbery cockhead into her warm, wet mouth. She locked her lips into the groove behind his corona and sucked strongly, trying to blot the other man out of her mind.
"Aaaahhhhhrgh!" Howie rasped, writhing, as his sister-in-law gave him head.
He bobbed his hips, jabbing his dick deeper into her mouth, and she pumped against his thrusts. Her tits shook, and her senses swirled, as she swallowed the sexy juice that oozed from his aroused prick. She enjoyed his hardness stropping her lips, his glans rubbing her restless tongue. But he wasn't Tony-nothing could make up for that!
"Let me fuck you!" the man finally exclaimed, approaching a peak of excitement.
Barbara raised her head dizzily and fell into the comer of the front seat. Because the seat was pushed well back, Howie had room to move. He shoved his pants and shorts down, then flopped into the saddle of Barbara's thighs.
She felt the rigid stab of his penis between her lathered cunUips and into her throbbing, hot hole. She ground her hips, screwing her snatch around him.
"Ooooh shit, you feel good!" Howie growled, and began stroking.
He wasn't as fast as Grant, but he was no master lovemaker. Like most men, Barbara supposed, he was interested only in his own pleasure.
She pumped her ass in the car's soft cushion as he diddled his hard dick inside her. She had pulled her legs up, and they were spread wide apart, displaying her naked inner thighs above her stockingtops. She felt extremely wanton.
The realization that Howie was fucking her atop the grease rack in his busy station, with his helper working down below and knowing what was going on-and with women she no doubt knew driving in and out for gasoline-added to her giddy excitement. She shut her eyes and fucked strongly, stropping her hard clit against her brother-in-law's driving dick. Her bare tits quivered like molds of Jell-o.
"Uuuh! Uuuh! Uuuh!" Howie grunted as he drove his cock faster and faster in and out of her bumping, writhing quim.
Barbara knew she would reach an orgasm, perhaps more because of the daring, semi-public location than because of an attraction for Howie or an appreciation of his too-brisk style of lovemaking. She was almost there.
She clamped her stocking-clad legs high over her brother-in-law's hunching back, and drove her wicked twat against him as he speared it with thrust after rapid thrust. She gasped. She moaned.
She came, her cunt grabbing heatedly onto his prick, and he spurted, twitching inside her.
"AAAAAHHHH!" he sighed raspily as he emptied the product of his balls inside her.
Barbara jerked and completed her orgasm, which washed her body free of tension and cleared her mind as well, like a broom sweeping away cobwebs. Shame rushed in to fill the void.
Howie drew back, his cock wet and gleaming as he dropped onto his rump.
"Barb, you're a hot piece "of ass!" he said.
She shut her eyes in abject humiliation.
"Let me out of here," she said tonelessly.
Howie wriggled, pulling his clothes up. Barbara pulled her bra down around her breasts but couldn't fasten it, because her blouse was still on. She left it slack and quickly buttoned her blouse.
"Hey, aren't you gonna give Billy a break?" her brother-in-law asked.
"How can you suggest such a thing?" she demanded angrily.
"Okay. But don't blame me if he gets mad and talks."
"You're awful!" Barbara railed. "Do you know that? You're really terrible!"
Howie blinked at her. "What the hell do you mean?"
"I'm your wife's sister!"
"Well, hot shit!" he mocked. "You're the one who came in here, showing your knockers and your bare thighs, with them fancy stockings and garters on."
Barbara shut her eyes. Howie was right, of course. It had been all her fault, and she couldn't blame him for assuming that if she would throw herself at him, she would take on anybody.
The more she thought about it, the more desirable it seemed to submit to Billy, also. She had to keep the kid quiet.
"Wh-where should I go with Billy?" she shamefully asked, cheeks glowing and eyes downcast.
"That's the girl!" Howie said. "I'll show you when we get down. Oh, you might as well put your pants back on," he added, picking her silky briefs off the car floor and handing them to her. "Billy will settle for a blow job."
"What?"
"Just suck him off. That's what the kid likes."
"Ooh, my God!" Barbara murmured, and shut her eyes again. Her shame was intense.
Howie tapped the car horn, which she knew was a signal to his helper. In moments, the car began lowering. Barbara was clutching her panties foolishly, and she decided she had better put them on, to avoid getting her skirt wet when Howie's cum leaked out of her pussy.
As the car's wheels came to rest on the garage floor, she was wriggling and pulling her panties up, her skirt rumpled around her middle. Billy stared in through the car's window, ogling her pussy hairs, just before they disappeared from view, then her opulent thighs adorned by stockings and garters.
Howie opened the door, causing the lad to back up, and Barbara noted the hump at the front of his pants. Her mind swirled giddily.
Howie said something quickly to his helper, then took his sister-in-law's hand. She blushed as he drew her across the car seat, her skirt fucking back once more to expose her thighs and the pinkness of her panties between the luscious slabs of pale flesh. Her hair tumbled across a cheek.
"Back here," Howie said, and guided her to the rear of the garage where there was a cubbyhole behind some oil drums.
She walked on shaky legs, with Billy eagerly following. He squeezed past her when they reached the nook, and he stood with his back to the wall.
"Kneel there," Howie told her, pointing to some rags on the concrete floor.
This was the most shocking thing she had done yet, and that fact added to her excitement. Also, she couldn't help being stimulated by the urgent thrust of Billy's pants-front.
She sank to her knees, thinking she was the dirtiest woman in creation. The youth bent slightly to open her blouse. He obviously was very excited as he pulled up her slack bra and spilled her titties out.
"Wowwww!" he said in his cracky adolescent voice, and grasped her pliant orbs.
"Open his pants!" Howie ordered.
"You're not going to watch, are you?" Barbara asked in dismay as the lad's bony fingers squeezed and joggled her tits.
"Hell, yes!" Howie replied.
Barbara realized there was nothing she could do about it. She wasn't sure she even wanted to.
She unzipped Billy's pants and reached in to pull out a pecker which put his boss to shame. The teenager's prick was nearly as long as Tony's, though thinner, and was stiff as steel. Also like Tony's, it was bare-headed, and had a faintly bluish knob.
Barbara bowed to it quickly, engulfing the youth's throbbing cockhead in her eager mouth.
"Sheeeee-it!" he exclaimed, and jerked spasticalIy, as the older woman began sucking his cock with long, rapid strokes of her clasping lips. His glans surged far back on her tongue, onto the hot, tight channel of her throat.
His raunchy, young-male taste titillated her tongue, and his scent wafted steamily up her dilating nostrils. She shut her eyes and sucked his cock with intense concentration, compressing her lips rhythmically as they stroked up and down on his spit-slick rod. Her tongue swirled heatedly around his surging cockhead.
Howie watched and rubbed himself through his pants. Barbara cast a frantic glance his way, to conform that he was indeed standing there, and she felt a surge of added pleasure when she saw him. She couldn't understand it, but she sucked Billy's cock all the harder.
The lad squirmed and panted. He groaned. Suddenly his prickhead ballooned against Barbara's tongue, and his shaft twitched between her lips. He let go, spurting his warm, thick cream into her mouth. The gooey stuff washed over her tongue and down her startled throat, forcing her to gulp repeatedly as burst followed burst.
She swallowed all the youth's gushing cum, except for a small amount that oozed out around his quivering pecker and drooled down her chin. She finally let go of his spent penis and backed up, gasping for breath, her eyes glassy and her throat sore from the frenzied gulping.
Howie grinned, his eyes twinkling brighter than ever, as he glimpsed the gooey semen that dribbled down his sister-in-law's chin. He watched her pink tongue come out and swipe it up.
Ding!
The signal that a car had driven in for service caused Billy to stuff his penis back into his pants, zip up, and run out to tend to the customer.
Barbara remained on her knees, still unsteady from the hot, wet explosion she had taken in her mouth and throat. Howie helped her up, and rolled her bare breasts in his hands.
"We're gonna have to do this often," he said.
"Nooooooh!" Barbara said shamefully. "Never again!"
Howie laughed. "Who are you kidding? You obviously ain't getting your kicks at home, so you need it! Well, you're no different from a lot of broads who live around here. You'd be surprised how many unsatisfied wives there are in our fair town."
Including your own! Barbara felt like saying. But that would only have made more problems, she realized.
She pulled her bra down around her breasts and buttoned her blouse with fingers that shook.
"Well, I guess the trouble that brought you in here is all fixed, huh?" Howie said, and chuckled nastily. "That's Howie's Quickie Service. We aim to please."
Barbara scrambled into her car and gunned the engine, screeching the tires as she backed out of the service bay. Her hair remained mussed, and she looked like a wild woman as she sped from the service station into the street.
She felt wild. And, worst of all, she didn't feel really satisfied. She had gotten her revenge against Joan and Grant, but there was little pleasure in that. Her persistent desire for Tony was like an ache deep inside her. She wondered if it would ever go away.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The next meeting of the church social group was held at Barbara's house. She greeted each arrival, wondering what she would say when Tony appeared, if he did.
Nell Walters, who had been vivacious at the last meeting, scarcely said a word as she arrived. She seemed like a totally different woman, troubled and tense. Barbara was tempted to ask if there was anything she could do for her, because she suspected Nell might be ill, but the latter moved quickly to a chair, her eyes downcast.
Remembering that Edith Townsend had appeared much the same way at the last meeting, Barbara kept an eye out for her, but she didn't show up. Neither did Tony. His red-haired wife came instead, giving Barbara a curt greeting.
Joan was the last to arrive. Barbara had been avoiding her since the episode at Howie's station, and the look on her face made Barbara wonder if she had found out.
If she accuses me of fucking her husband, what can I say? Barbara wondered tensely. Oh, why did I ever do that? And why did I suck off that kid who works for Howie-right there in the station?
Barbara was flooded with shame every time she thought of the disgraceful occurrence. She didn't know how she would be able to look Howie in the face again. It was difficult enough to greet her sister.
"Hi, Barb," Joan said, and it immediately became obvious from her tone that she didn't know what had happened. She was upset about something else.
"What's the matter?" Barbara asked. "You look worried."
"I don't know what I'm going to do," the platinum blonde confided softly to her younger sister. "I'm in the most awful trouble!"
"Well, what is it?"
"I'm trapped, Barb! I never thought a thing like this could happen to me, but it has."
"What thing? Maybe if you told me about it ... "
Joan looked furtively about. "I can't discuss it now," she said, and hurried into the living room.
Barbara saw her glance anxiously at Tony's wife.
It has to do with him, Barbara thought. It must! Him and that wicked big prick of his!
Tony's cock had been in Barbara's consciousness almost constantly. She kept seeing the huge, turgid organ in her mind's eye and imagining that she could feel it driving up her tight pussy.
Perhaps Tony had jilted Joan just as he had done to her, Barbara speculated. But did that constitute a "trap"? Barbara decided to have a talk with her sister at the first opportunity.
Tony's wife, Frieda, gave a report on the arrangements for the charity drive. It seemed that Barbara had been cut out of that, without a word of explanation, just as she had been cut out of Tony's life.
The door chimes rang as the meeting was about to end, and Barbara went to see who was there. He was a squat man with a particularly homely face. To Barbara, he resembled a frog. He wore a flashy sport jacket and cream-colored slacks.
"I'm here to pick up Frieda," he said, eyeing Barbara's breasts which bulged ripely in a jersey blouse.
His frank appraisal of her charms made her nervous. "You mean Mrs. Delbridge?"
"Yeah."
"Well, come in. Our meeting is just about over."
The man entered and deliberately brushed against Barbara, causing her tits to tingle. She wondered what Frieda was doing with a man like that. Did Tony know about him?
Frieda and the froggy man left together a few minutes later. Barbara was caught up in a conversation with a couple of friends, making it impossible for her to have another word with Joan, who picked up her wrap from the bedroom and hurried out.
Deciding to drop by her sister's house, Barbara went first to the bedroom to check her makeup. She realized she had better pee before leaving and walked to the bathroom where she raised her skirt and stripped down her silk panties. As she pissed, she thought about Tony. He was constantly popping into her mind at odd moments like that.
Barbara wiped her pussy carefully and flushed the John. She drew her panties up, carefully tucking the elastic legbands beneath her well rounded buttocks, then let her skirt drop. She washed her hands like a good girl.
Perhaps it was her persistent interest in Tony, more than sisterly concern, that prompted her desire to have a private talk with Joan. She felt certain that Joan was involved with Tony and that somehow her involvement with him was responsible for her present trouble.
Returning to the bedroom, Barbara selected a light wrap from her closet, since it was a nippy October day. She checked her purse and decided she should take some extra money with her, in case she decided to do some shopping after she saw Joan.
She opened the bureau drawer where her extra funds were kept and felt underneath her brassieres and panties. Her fingers didn't touch the bills. She frantically tossed her undies right and left, searching for the money.
The four twenty dollar bills, which she knew she had left in the drawer, were gone.
Barbara sat on the edge of the bed in consternation and wondered what had happened to the money.
Would Grant have taken it that morning, without mentioning the fact? That was inconceivable, Barbara decided, because her husband was a stickler for careful accounting.
He was a narrow-minded prude who didn't know how to fuck, she thought ruefully, but he was utterly honest and would never take anything from her without asking first.
Who else, then?
Most of the girls who'd attended the meeting had been in the bedroom to drop off and pick up their wraps. But none knew Barbara kept money in her lingerie drawer ... except Joan. She had watched Barbara take funds from there more than once.
Joan had said she was "trapped". That probably meant money trouble, Barbara surmised, and her sister must have helped herself to what Barbara had.
She sat and stared at the wall, trying to decide what to do. Should she go to see Joan as planned and confront her with an accusation? What if she was wrong? Anyway, would Joan admit she had taken the money?
Barbara mulled over the question for some time while she stalled, pacing back and forth. Her buttocks rolled sensuously in her snug skirt. Her breasts quivered in the jersey blouse that cuddled them.
She became angrier and angrier as she thought about how her own sister had ripped her off. It had to be Joan who had taken the money, she decided. None of the other women would have been pawing through her bras and pants.
Barbara flung on her wrap, snatched her purse, and hurried from the house.
After stopping her car in front of Joan's modest home, she swung her legs out, unmindful that her trim skirt had rucked high on her thighs while driving. Her garter clasps winked in the sunlight, and inches of pale, luscious skin were exposed. The delightful display caused the driver of a passing delivery truck to rub his pecker through his pants.
He jammed on his brakes, slowing to watch Barbara's ass twist voluptuously as she strode up the walk to her sister's front door. The fellow made a mental note to fuck his wife as soon as he got home that night.
When Joan answered the door, her silver-blonde hair was awry and her eyes were red. Barbara thought at first that her sister had been crying. But when Joan spoke, that assumption was put to rest.
"Cm'in, Barbie," she slurred, her tongue thick. "Have a drink. I'm celebrating my desh-truction!"
Barbara stared at her as she entered the house. She had never seen her sister in such a state before. Joan had gotten tipsy at parties, but always in a happy way, and she had never drunk alone, to Barbara's knowledge. Joan was bombed this time, and she must have downed a lot of liquor in a hurry after arriving home from the meeting or she couldn't have gotten that way so quickly.
"Did you see her-that stinkin' bitch?" Joan asked. "Struttin' right in as if nothing had happened?"
"Who are you talking about?" Barbara asked.
"Tony's lousy wife, tha's who!" Joan exclaimed, and wavered on unsteady legs. , Barbara supported her to save her from falling. "Here, you'd better find a chair," Barbara said, and walked her to the nearest one.
Joan landed heavily, her skirt whipping up to her lap. She had taken off her pantyhose and was covered by just skimpy briefs of a multicolored print design. She didn't bother to pull her skirt down. On the small table next to her chair, her purse lay open, and some of its contents had spilled out.
The sight of the purse reminded Barbara of her missing money, and she decided this was a good time to bring it up. Drunk as Joan was, perhaps she would admit the truth without a lot of hassle.
"Uh, you borrowed something from me, didn't you?" Barbara asked, phrasing it as delicately as possible.
"Huh?"
"The money in among my bras and panties," Barbara said.
"No!" Joan exclaimed, jerking her chin up. "What would I want your money for?"
"I can't! I can't tell anyone. That's what makes it pure hell!"
Joan pawed at her purse, evidently searching for cigarettes. More of the purse's contents spilled out. Barbara's interest was attracted to two snapshots, and she leaned closer to look at them.
Her mouth dropped open.
The photos showed Joan and Tony. In one he was atop her, both of them stark naked, his hips lodged between her splayed thighs. The picture didn't show his cock sticking into her hole, but that had to be where it was.
In the other picture, Joan was on her knees in front of Tony, and she had his long, stiff prick in her mouth. A sensuous throb went through Barbara as she gazed at the thrilling sight. She was instantly jealous of her older sister.
"Joan!" she exclaimed, snatching the photos and holding them up.
"Ooh, shit!" her sister cried, and tried to take the pictures away. But Barbara backed off, still clutching them.
"G'me those!" Joan demanded drunkenly. "You shouldn't have looked at 'em."
"How dare you tell me what I shouldn't have done!" Barbara said in a sudden burst of self-righteousness. "Look at you with that married man!"
Barbara had wanted to refer to him as "my man", but she hadn't dared.
"All right!" Joan said. "So I told you I made it with a guy-I jus' di'nt say it was Tony."
"But having pictures taken while you were doing it-sucking his cock and everything!" Barbara raged.
"Sure, I sucked his cock!" Joan said defensively. "I liked it, too! He's got the juiciest prick in the world!"
"But the pictures...!"
"Yeah, the pitchers," Joan said dismally. "I need 'nother drink."
"No! What about the pictures, Joan?" Barbara thought she was getting an inkling of her sister's problem.
"Ooh, shit ... I s'pose you might as well hear it. Y'know everything else. Tony's goddamned wife'n her boyfriend took the pitchers."
"Her boyfriend?"
"Yeah-that son'vabitch that picked her up at the meeting. They snuck in on Tony'n me, and they took those stinkin' pitchers before we knew what was goin' on."
"She wanted evidence for a divorce?" Barbara asked.
"Are you kidding? She wants money! She's got Tony by the balls, because she could ruin him in TV if she passed those pitchers around. They could ruin me, too. D'you know what the ladies at the church would say? Well, Tony don't have any dough right now, till he gets a job. So I gotta come up with it somehow-a hunnerd dollars a week! Howie won't let loose of that much extra. Barb, I don't know what the shit I'm gonna do!"
She bowed her head into her hands and sobbed.
Barbara stared at her. "You did take my money, didn't you?"
"Yeah ... sure ... I took it. Wha's the use of lying? But it isn't enough ... even for the first week! I can't hack this, Barb! Tony's gonna be ruined. I'll be ruined, too, and Howie'll throw me out on my ass!"
She went in to another paroxysm of sobs.
Barbara had difficulty resolving her feelings about the blackmail. She couldn't help sympathizing with her sister, even though she had stolen Tony away. Barbara felt sorry for Tony, too, and she thought she understood at last why he hadn't called her. He was afraid to call any woman now, with his wife watching him like an eagle and holding the morally incriminating pictures over his head.
"Ooh, Tony ... Tony...!" Joan blubbered, and began to rub the narrow center strip of her panties, pressing the nylon against her hot cunt.
"That's disgusting, Joan!" her sister said. "Pull your skirt down."
Joan did so, and looked up shamefully.
"You'd better get yourself together before Howie comes home," Barbara advised.
"I don't give a shit about Howie!" Joan said. "Tony's the guy I love!"
"Well, you'll have to forget him completely. Because, as you said," Barbara added, "his wife's got him by the balls."
"What am I gonna do?" Joan asked helplessly, her eyes wet and red.
"When are you supposed to make your first payment?"
"Right now! Today!"
"Can you scrape it together, starting with my eighty?"
"No, I told you! I've got twelve dollars'n sixty-three cents t'my name! Howie don't give me shit, the stingy prick!"
Barbara had never heard her sister talk so filthily before.
"Howie's only good'fr one thing-fuckin' every goddamned woman in town!" Joan went on hatefully. "An' he don't even do that as good as Tony. Ooooh, Barb, how that guy can screw!"
"Stop the nasty talk, Joan! Since you're in no condition to negotiate with Tony's wife, I'll try to help you. But I'll have to talk with him first."
"Oooh, don't let him know you found out!"
"Why not? I'm your sister! I wouldn't let the word get out, and Tony will realize that."
"But what if his wife catches you with him? Tony'n I don't dare see each other any more. We can't even talk on the fuckin' phone!"
"I'll handle things. Don't worry. In the meantime, get yourself sobered up. And you might as well give me back my eighty dollars, since it isn't enough to solve your problem."
Barbara could have given her sister enough more to make up the hundred, but she didn't want to. What was the use of paying one week's blackmail when the payments couldn't possibly be continued?
Anyway, Barbara wanted to meet with Tony again. Her heart pounded at the prospect.
She took a last look at the picture of Joan sucking Tony's cock, and her panties got wet. She could almost feel his bulging prickhead in her own mouth, his iron-hard shaft stretching her lips.
Joan fumbled in her purse and brought out a small wad of bills. She handed them to Barbara, who counted them and put them in her purse.
"I'll make some coffee for you," she said. "And for God's sake, leave the liquor alone."
Barbara strode to the kitchen, her breasts quivering in her clingy blouse. She spied the telephone on the wall and dialed Tony's number, her hand shaking.
"Hello." It was Frieda.
"Uuh hello, Frieda. This is Barbara McKenna. I wonder if I could talk with your husband, please, about the charity drive?"
"I thought you were out of that," the other woman snapped.
"Well ... no one ever told me ... and there were some arrangements that your husband and I made. If he's there, I would like to...."
"Oh, all right! Just a minute." Tony came on the line.
"I have to see you!" Barbara blurted. "It's about Joan."
"Oh. Well, I suppose we should get together, Mrs. McKenna, and clear things up."
"I'll meet you," Barbara panted, rubbing her sizzling pussy through her clothes. "You know where the Chapman Road curves up into the hills?"
"Yes."
"There's a dirt road that branches off there," Barbara said, having difficulty talking because she was so hot. "It runs along a row of eucalyptus trees. I'll meet you there in half an hour."
"Well ... uuh ... all right."
"For goodness sake, be sure that your wife doesn't follow you!"
"Yeah. Okay."
"You must meet me, Tony!"
"All right. Half an hour."
The telephone went dead in Barbara's hand.
She trembled wildly as she hung up the receiver. After casting a quick, guilty glance over her shoulder to make certain that her sister wasn't entering the kitchen, she jerked up her skirt and rubbed the silken shield of her panties.
Her brain swam.
I'm going to see Tony ... I'm going to see Tony! she thought giddily as she rubbed her hot twat. Moisture seeped through her panties to dampen her hand.
Her heart went out to the man who was in trouble along with Joan. Barbara was prepared to forgive him for everything.
CHAPTER EIGHT
As Barbara drove to the agreed meeting spot, she was troubled by two possibilities: First, that Tony might not show up, and, second, that he would. But neither of the anxieties dampened her excitement in the least.
Her excitement was damp, in fact-the crotch of her panties sopped by warm pussyjuice that had seeped from her steamy slit. Her nipples were pricked in her brassiere. She wanted to squirm behind the wheel, grinding her hot ass against the car seat.
As soon as she whirled off Chapman Road, she spied Tony's car parked among the trees. She pulled to a stop behind it, her heart hammering crazily.
Tony hopped out of the other car and walked back to climb in on the passenger's side of hers. He gave her an apologetic little smile. "Hi, Barbara," he said. "Ooh, Tony!"
The frustrated woman scooted along the car seat to snuggle against him, heedless of what happened to her skirt. Tempting swatches of bare thigh were revealed, complete with clingy stockingtops and garter straps.
Barbara offered her mouth, and Tony clamped his firm lips onto her softly parted ones as he wrapped an arm around her. She let him have her tongue in slithering plunges. Her nails dug into his back through the jacket of his leisure suit.
When she felt his hand drop to her exposed thighs and clamp warmly around a smooth, soft column, her flesh sang. Her thighs yawned of their own accord as her pussylips unfurled against the crotch-strip of her panties. Hot blood filled the tingling labia,.and her clit stuck up in its whorls of damp flesh.
"Tony ... oooh, for God's sake...!" she panted as she ripped her mouth free. She knew she was talking like a harlot, but she didn't care. "Do everything to me! Oooh, Tony, I WANT you!"
He glanced furtively through the rear window of the car and, when satisfied that they hadn't been followed, ran his hand all the way up between her thighs and began to massage her soft, super-heated pussy through her panty-crotch. The nylon was like a saturated dishcloth.
"Jesus, you're wet!" Tony said, his tone revealing an excitement that matched hers.
"I can't help it!" Barbara gasped, squirming. She wiggled her hips, driving her pussy against his kneading hand.
He reached underneath her left knee and lifted as he bowed his head. He licked the soft, warm inner slope of her thigh.
"Ooooooh!" she shivered ecstatically, her fingers threading into his thick hair.
She pulled his head deeper into her crotch until his lips smacked the wetness of her underpants. He licked the honey that was oozing through the nylon.
Barbara was beside herself with raw lust. She writhed and moaned gaspingly as she gave Tony's twisting head a scalp-massage. She flung her head back, her hair streaming, and her globe-like breasts wanted to burst through the clinging jersey that encased them.
"My tits hurt!" she blurted. "Take them out!"
Tony raised his head, his fingers grasping the bottom of her blouse. She had tossed her wrap onto the back seat so that it wouldn't be in the way, and the man pulled her blouse up to her armpits. He quickly unhooked her bra, lifting it.
She thrilled as her throbbing breasts bobbed free.
Tony caught the fleshy orbs and squeezed them, his thumbs bending her protrusive nipples. Pleasure-throbs radiated through her.
The man licked her nipples as he held her breasts up. His tongue was like no other that had ever touched her. He was like no other man she had known. She didn't care that he had been with Joan. Responding to her needy demands, he didn't seem to care about her sister, either.
She clutched blindly for his cock as he heatedly sucked her tits. His big, horny organ was pushing up against the leg of his trousers. Barbara stroked his shaft through his pants, then had to take it out. She clawed for the zipper of his fly.
Tony straightened to make matters easy for her, she unzipped him, then weaved her hand into his trousers and brought out his thrusting, firm prick.
"Tony ... oooh, I love this!" she exclaimed, stroking his immense, handsome pecker.
He waited, watching her as he received the thrills which her gliding, encircling fingers afforded. Then she did what he knew she would, bowing her head, her breasts swooping. Her dark hair cascaded around his lap as her wet tongue snaked out and licked the bald, swollen knob of his cock.
The tangy taste of his maleness pleased her tremendously, and she swallowed her gushing saliva which was blended with the dew from his dick. Her soft lips nibbled at the tip of his upthrust organ, then gradually widened to surround his hot knob completely, and she sucked, champing on his rubbery, mouth-filling prickhead.
Her hand dipped into his clothes and brought up his soft, hairy balls. She stroked her mouth up and down on his cock while she massaged his warm nuts in her hand, then let his shaft escape and stick up alongside her nose as she pressed her face against his lap. She kissed his balls ardently and breathed in the steamy fumes of his aroused pecker.
Her tongue waggled up the underside of his swaying organ until she was lashing at his throbbing cockhead. She seized his prick in her mouth once more and sucked with utter abandon, bobbing her head briskly. Her o-shaped lips skidded lower and lower on his thick shaft, his glans surging into her tight throat.
Finally she had to come up for air, her eyes bleary and her hair mussed.
"Let's get ... into the back seat!" she panted.
"We can do it here," Tony said. "Get on your knees and stick your head out the car window."
Barbara didn't care how she got it, as long as she felt Tony's big prick driving up inside her. She twisted around until she was kneeling in the narrow space behind the steering wheel, and she clutched the window ledge of the car as her head stuck out.
Tony flipped her skirt to the small of her back and gazed at her beautiful ass in silk panties. Of all the women he had screwed, Barbara had the most beautiful bottom-and full, tempting thighs to match. He stroked her delightful columns, up and down across the clinging tops of her hose and along her white garter straps. His hands crawled onto her flesh-toned briefs whose filminess imparted an extra softness and smoothness to her quivery, well-rounded buttocks.
Still seated, he twisted his head and licked the backs of her thighs.
"Ooooooh!" she said.
He hooked a narrow elastic legband of her pants and lifted it away from the fleshiness of a buttock. He clamped his teeth onto the bulging, springy assflesh.
"AAAH!" Barbara said, because it hurt a bit-but wonderfully.
Tony licked where he had bitten her and, while he was at it, right across the seat of her silken panties. He pulled her panties down and licked her delightful asscrack.
"Oooh ... Tony! ... my goodness...!" she cried, squirming, her buttocks wiggling against his face.
He straightened and worked her silk pants the rest of the way down her thighs and out from under her knees. He pulled the clingy undergarment along her lower legs and left it looped around one ankle.
He got up onto his knees behind her, draping himself over her back in the cramped space between her kneeling form and the car's roof. He pushed down his slacks and shorts.
"Oooh, SCREWWWWW me!" Barbara cried as her head stuck outside the car.
Tony clutched his prick and worked its bulging head against the soft, super-wet slit between the tops of her thighs. He parted her hairy labia and entered her cuntal mouth. Because the limited space forced her to keep her knees quite close together, her channel was even snugger than usual. But it was so slick that Tony glided into it with ease, his wide cockhead rippling her vaginal walls as it surged all the way to the neck of her uterus.
"OOOOOH ... MY GOD!" she exclaimed, when she felt herself stuffed full of him.
He began to stroke.
This was what Barbara had yearned for, ever since she had been with Tony last, and she writhed, screwing her hot cunt around his steady, deep-reaching thrusts. His bristly bush scraped her soft ass as his cock plunged eight inches into her writhing, clasping flesh. His hands were on her buttocks, his thumbs pulling the rubbery cheeks apart. He reached forward and grasped her dangling, full breasts.
Tugging on her teats as if he were milking a cow, his thrusts into her pussy quickened and took on added force. Barbara felt as if she were being pile-driven. She lurched forward as Tony banged against her, and finally her tits popped over the window ledge to hang quivering outside the car. Barbara's head hung free, her hair streaming. She thrilled to the massive thrusts of Tony's cuntstretching prick.
He raised a hand and slapped one of her asscheeks, causing a sharp retort and making her buttock quiver. He fucked her furiously.
She came, gasping and moaning.
She came again.
Her entire being was flooded with sensuous streams of pleasure. Then she quite literally was flooded as Tony emptied the product of his balls spurtingly into her convulsive cunt.
"Ooooooooooo!" she cooed, dangling and swaying against the side of the car.
Tony drew back, withdrawing his thick and meaty penis from her pussy with an audible Pop!
He sat and pulled his clothes up.
Barbara had some difficulty getting back inside the car, because she was dizzy and almost devoid of strength, it seemed. But she managed, kneeling on the car seat so as to keep from mussing it with the sperm that was leaking from her soft slit.
She felt her panties looped around an ankle and fitted her other leg into them, then pulled the pants up and whisked her skirt down as she sat. Her titties bobbed.
Tony turned and fondled her chest-toys, then took sucks from each rosy nipple.
Barbara hugged him. They kissed, mouth-to-mouth, using their damp, wiggly tongues.
Tony fastened her bra and pulled her blouse down while she did what she could to straighten her hair.
"Wow!" she exclaimed breathlessly, and smiled at him.
"I'm kind of surprised," he said, giving her a quizzical look. "About what?"
"That you would want to screw me after what happened between me and your sister."
"Oh." Barbara looked down. "Well, I didn't like that, Tony. I didn't like it at all. But I know how Joan is."
"Yeah, she came on pretty strong with me.
After we'd made out, I guess I was ashamed to face you."
"I can understand that, also," Barbara said.
"And now with this lousy blackmail my wife is working...."
"Yes. About that...." Barbara looked at the handsome, dark-complexioned man. "Joan can't pay it."
"But she's got to!" Tony insisted. "My ass will be in a sling otherwise."
"She doesn't have the money to pay a hundred dollars a week. It's out of the question."
"Her husband owns a gas station, doesn't he? Shit, with the price of gasoline these days...."
"He just leases the station," Barbara said, "and he's tight-fisted, anyway. You'll have to talk your wife out of it."
"I can't, Barbara. She's a witch on wheels! I've been trying to get away from her for years, but in my line of work I'm damned visible! And the TV industry is sensitive to scandal, especially among its newsmen."
"Well, look," Barbara said thoughtfully, "isn't there some way you could get the pictures away from her?"
"Hah! She doesn't even have them. The bastard she's sleeping with-Jerome-is the photographer."
"Well, she can get them from him!" Barbara insisted. "Look, Tony, we've got to work this out somehow."
"The only way is for your sister to pay what Frieda's demanding," he said sadly. "It's a hell of a thing, and I feel awful about it. But what can I do?"
Barbara stared at him. She could appreciate the spot he was in, which was at least as bad as Joan's.
She snuggled up to him, her pneumatic breasts spreading against his chest. He could feel her firm nipples through her blouse and bra.
"I'm going to ask you a question, Tony, and you must be honest with me," she said.
"Sure. What is it?"
Tony worked his hand between their bodies and gently manipulated her breasts.
"Who do you want-Joan or me?"
"You know I'm in love with you!" he said fervendy, and pinched one of her nipples.
"Oooh, darling! I love you, too!" She sealed her lips to his, and they engaged in another heated session of tongue-duelling.
After the kiss broke, she said, "We have to keep seeing each other. I can't get along without you. And you've got to work with me on this blackmail thing-there must be something we can do!"
"I wish there was. But I don't see...."
"My husband's a policeman, as I told you."
Tony bristled. "You wouldn't tell him about us-or about Joan and me, either, would you?"
"No, of course not! I mean, not unless it was a last resort."
"That would really ruin things, Barbara, if the cops were to get involved." Tony took her hand. "Promise me you won't talk to your husband about it."
"Okay. But we've got to get Joan off the hook somehow. She can't pay."
Tony drew back. "Well, I'll see what I can do with Frieda," he said with a sigh. "But I don't hold out much hope. She's cold-blooded as an eel."
"It must have been hell for you, living with her all these years," Barbara said sympathetically.
"You don't know!" His eyes silently spoke volumes.
Suddenly Barbara had to give him more pleasure-never mind herself. She opened his pants and withdrew his soft penis.
He watched and stroked her hair as she leaned down and began licking his cum-coated, richly fragrant cock. She deliberately tilted her head to the side so that he could watch her rosy tongue scouring his prickhead. The bluish knob bobbled as she licked it.
The sight and the delicate, fluttery touch of her tongue caused Tony's cockhead to swell, his shaft stiffening up. Barbara pursed her red lips softly around the end of his organ and took a lingering suck, withdrawing a little glob of semen that had remained inside. She licked his sensitive slit with her tongue-tip.
His hands nestled in her hair, and he pushed gently downward, causing her lips to spread and his cock to spear upward into her mouth. She sucked his flavorful dick heatedly, washing it in her saliva. Her lips crawled lower on his shaft, then backed up. She repeated this plunge and withdrawal several times, gradually increasing the tempo, until her head was bobbing briskly.
Tony groaned and stirred his stiff prick in her mouth as she pumped her o-shaped lips up and down on his shaft. His balls churned.
Barbara knew what was going to happen, and that was what she wanted. She sucked Tony's cock fervently, stroking her lips on it at rapid speed.
He jerked. She felt his cockhead swell to even greater dimensions, pressing her swirling tongue. His hard shaft twitched between her lips.
He came, blowing semen into her mouth and throat. She gulped, her eyes glassy and her throat straining as she drank down her lover's gushing cream. She came again-softly and beautifully, without him even having touched her body.
After swallowing all his semen, she raised her head a bit and licked his cockhead clean. Then she sat up and smiled.
"You're terrific!" he said, and embraced her.
"So are you!" Barbara purred. "And so is this!" She waggled his floppy penis with her hand.
When Barbara drove home, carrying Tony's promise to do what he could with Frieda, she felt better than she had in days.
CHAPTER NINE
Grant jammed his gun into the holster he wore underneath his jacket and buttoned his coat against the chill of the October morning.
"See you tonight," he growled at Barbara, and left the house without kissing her.
He hadn't kissed her since the other evening, when she had seized his cock in her mouth. He'd hardly said more than five or six words to her at a time.
Barbara sighed and shut the door after him. She leaned against it, thinking about Tony. He hadn't called her since they'd had their tempestuous meeting the day before, but she realized he had a problem on his hands in convincing his wife that she couldn't extort money from Joan. He would call today, she fervently hoped.
She experienced over and over, in her mind, the marvelous excitement of his hands on her quivering body ... his lips sucking her breasts ... and his powerful, big prick driving into her. Never mind that it had happened awkwardly in her car, with her head hanging out the window. She would have enjoyed fucking Tony at any time or place. He was her man!
She returned to the kitchen and cleared the breakfast dishes from the table. She was about to pour herself a second cup of coffee when the door chimes rang.
Puzzled as to who would be dropping by to see her at such an early hour, she walked to the front door and opened it.
Howie stood on the doorstep, grinning.
"What do you want?" Barbara snapped.
"Hey now, that's no way to talk to your boyfriend," he said, and pushed the door open wider. He sidled into the house.
"You're not my boyfriend!" Barbara exclaimed, her cheeks turning rosy. "You're my sister's husband, and if you don't get out of here this minute I'm going to call her."
"Bullshit," he said.
"Howie ... just because I lost my mind the other day and did something shameful, that doesn't mean you have the right to...."
He pulled her against him, causing her soft, springy breasts to spread as they smacked against his chest. His hard lips ground against her mouth, forcing her lips apart. He tongued her.
Barbara was dismayed. She tried to push her brother-in-law away, but he proved stronger than his slight stature would have led her to believe, and he continued to hold her in a vise-like grip as he raped her mouth with his wicked tongue.
She squirmed against him, unconsciously teasing his genitals with her writhing belly, and he pulled up the back of her wide, floral-printed skirt. He clutched one of her meaty buttocks through her nylon panties.
An unwanted thrill shot through her.
She resisted all the stronger and finally tore herself from Howie's clutches, her skirt dropping back over her bottom and thighs.
"How dare you!" she exclaimed furiously.
He was breathing hard, and a hump had risen at the front of his pants. "I thought I'd make things easy for you, Barbie, and drop over here so you wouldn't have to drive to the station. But now you're gonna make me fight for what we both want, huh? Well, I don't mind doing that. A little exercise is good on a cool morning."
Barbara backed up fearfully. "Y-you just go away!" she said.
Howie pursued her until her back was to the living room wall. He kept a little grin on his face, but his eyes were sharp and determined.
He reached out suddenly and grasped the neckline of her white blouse. As Barbara let out a squeal, he yanked, popping the buttons off the garment. Its edges flew apart, exposing her brassiere with creamy flesh quivering above the cups.
"Howie!" she cried. "You can't dooooo this!"
"Watch me," he said with the confidence of a male who knew he had cornered a vulnerable prey.
Crowding Barbara against the wall, he grasped the center of her flimsy brassiere. She squirmed, striking at him, but he managed to break the bra as its strap bit painfully into her back. The cups flew away from her bobbing breasts. However, she was able to slide quickly along the wall and get free ... momentarily.
Her rounded tits bounced and quivered, sticking out between the flapping edges of her blouse as she ran from the room. Howie was right behind her. If she could just make it to the John, she thought, she would be able to lock him out. He wouldn't dare break the door, because that would have to be explained to Grant.
Just as Barbara reached the bathroom, Howie grasped her arm. He whipcracked her across the hall and into the bedroom. She lurched across the room, her titties jiggling, and fell face-forward on the bed.
Uttering a cry of triumph, as if the whole thing were just a game, Howie sprang onto the bed and jerked his sister-in-law's skirt up. She scrambled forward on her belly, her sumptuous ass vibrating in white silk briefs, and made it over the opposite edge of the mattress.
Howie caught a handful of her skirt and, as Barbara ran, the garment ripped away. She wore only her panties and a torn, flapping blouse and bra as she streaked to the door of the bedroom.
Her brother-in-law wasn't about to give up, after having gotten some teasing glimpses and feels of her body. He was right after her as she tried again to make it to the John. Glancing fearfully over her shoulder, she saw that he would grasp her if she slowed to duck into the bathroom, so she kept running toward the front of the house.
Her plump bottom quivered as it wiggled in her filmy pants.
The leg elastics of her panties had let the lower portions of her cheeky buttocks escape, and her curved asscrack showed hazily through the snow-white nylon.
Howie's hard-on hampered him as he ran, but he still managed to reach Barbara as she dashed through the living room. He jerked her about and sent her sprawling onto the sofa.
This time she couldn't get away, because she was unable to scramble over the back of the couch and there was a small table next to its arm. It was a simple matter for Howie to hold her down on her belly as he dropped to his knees next to the sofa.
Throwing his weight behind his left arm, which was planted against her back, he had his right hand free to use on Barbara's quivery, rounded bottom. She had the most spankable ass he had ever seen-and if ever a woman needed a spanking for leading him a merry chase, she was the one!
He brought the flat of his hand down stingingly against his sister-in-law's bouncy buttocks.
"OOOOOOH!" she cried, her voice following the sound of the slap.
Howie spanked her lush bottom again, making it jiggle wildly in her thin panties. She yelped even more whiningly this time. Howie slapped the seat of her silken pants again and again as his hard-on pushed against his clothes. She squirmed futilely, which caused her flimsy briefs to ride higher on her twisting, jiggly butt.
Finally Howie grasped the top of her pants and pulled them down, denuding the luscious pale hemispheres of her buttocks. Tucking the briefs into the creases beneath her asschecks, he spanked her delightful, bare rondures. This caused a much sharper, fleshier sound, and her buttocks jiggled more wildly than ever, now that they were nude.
Barbara felt humiliated to be spanked on her bare bottom. Excitement rose within her as well. She didn't know why the spanking should turn her on, but that's what it was doing.
She moaned and cooed as her punished bottom burned. Moisture broke through the velvet lips of her pussy and dampened her thighs, which were pressed together. Her clit stiffened in the soft flesh that hooded it.
She managed to twist just enough to reach the front of Howie's trousers, and she jerked his zipper down. He was thrilled, and he quit spanking her as she reached urgently in through his fly. She pulled out his short but excitingly stiff cock.
"Yeah, baby...!" he breathed lustfully, and moved sideways on his knees, bringing his middle closer to her head.
She rolled his loose, rubbery foreskin up and down on his prick, watching his rosy glans swell. Clear moisture was leaking from the slit of his organ, and it spread over his entire cockhead as she manipulated his foreskin. The gleaming glaze tempted her, as did the subtle musky aroma that drifted up to her nostrils.
Barbara knew she would have to take his cock in her mouth.
Woman-wise as he was, Howie knew it, also. He crawled closer and facilitated the act by grasping her around the back of the head. His stiff cock speared between her soft lips, its knobbish head lodging in her mound. She shut her eyes and sucked shamefully, licking the flavor from his juicy prick.
Howie looked down, watching her red lips gobble his cock, which he stroked gently in and out of her mouth. Her tongue swirled around his prickhead, giving him a marvelous thrill. Barbara had become quite adept at cocksucking since she had first tried it, only a short time ago.
The act, which she used to regard as perverted and filthy, satisfied a deep psychological need that she had. There would no longer have been any shame connected with it, except that she was doing it to her sister's husband-a man whom she didn't love, or didn't even like, and who had forced himself on her.
Still, she sucked and licked his thick cock that stroked between her stretched lips, its head rubbing her restless tongue. Her senses reeled, and she became hotter by the moment. She wanted Howie to fuck her.
She finally let his cock go, and it bobbed in springy stiffness.
"Oooooh, stick it innnn-to me!" she begged, her eyes rolling wantonly. "Shove it up my hot cunt."
Howie had something different in mind. Having admired her beautiful ass in the nude, and having felt its springy curves quivering against his hand as he spanked her, he had developed an irresistible lust to drive his prick into the forbidden aperture between her buttocks.
Joan had never let him fuck her that way, but he felt he had Barbara completely under his power. She wouldn't dare make a fuss that the neighbors could hear, lest the word get back to Grant and ruin her marriage.
Howie swung around, holding her on her belly, and pushed her thighs forward so that he could kneel on the sofa behind her. Barbara didn't mind getting a regulation screwing from the rear, having been taken that way by Tony the day before. She didn't resist her brother-in-law as he got into position. She even bent her back concavely, shoving her pretty ass higher.
Her damp, fur-lined cuntlips peeped out from between the tops of her pale thighs as Howie worked her panties out from under her knees and dragged them along her lower legs and off. But he didn't look at her pussy. The mysterious dimple between her buttocks, which he had not yet seen, attracted his lascivious interest.
He clutched Barbara's asscheeks and stretched the rubbery half-globes wide apart.
There it was-her delightful little asshole!
"Oooh, Howie, don't look at me there." she said in embarrassment, her anus shrinking shyly.
How tight the little nest of puckers looked! How snugly it would grasp his cock, Howie thought.
He moved closer, holding her buttcheeks apart with one hand, and clutched his wet-headed prick. He planted the tip of his organ directly against her crinkly depression.
Barbara gasped. "Howie, quit fooling around!" she said petulantly.
"Who's fooling?" he snapped back, and bared his teeth as he began grinding his saliva-coated cockhead against her resisting anus.
Barbara was shocked-then horrified.
Oh, my God! she thought. I CAN'T take his prick up there! It will hurt me!
"NOOOOOOOH!" she bawled, and commenced squirming.
But it was too late for her to avoid the sodomistic penetration. Howie had subdued her utterly, and his prick was in perfect position. The writhing of her lush ass only facilitated his gradual entry.
He pushed grindingly against the virgin orifice at her rear, and the clenched circular muscle was forced to expand. Burning pain enveloped Barbara's butt. She howled. Tears sprang to her eyes.
Howie was unrelenting. As he drove forward, the rosy mouth of her anus spread wider and wider until finally his cockhead popped inside. Groaning voluptuously, because of the super-tight grasp of her rubbery ring around his prick, he pushed harder. His cock sank deeply into his sister-in-law's hot, ravaged asshole.
"OOOOOOH ... GODDD!" she exclaimed, panting, and tears streamed down her cheeks. "I never ... felt anything like ... thaaaaat!"
"Good, huh?" Howie grated as he worked his cock deeper up her ass.
"NOOOOH!" she moaned. "OOOH, IT'S TERRIBLE!"
But Barbara had to admit to herself that it wasn't quite that bad, now that Howie had achieved the perverted penetration. Her anus still burned, and she felt unnaturally plugged, but there was a strange thrill about it which she couldn't deny.
She suffered as Howie began to stroke his cock in and out of her ass. She held her breath tensely. But with each stroke of his hard column through her anal gate, her guardian muscle relaxed more and her orifice became softer and more lubricated. The burning lessened, and she was left with the shocking sense of fullness that charged repeatedly up her butt, expanding her anus in rippling waves.
Howie's brain grew light as he fucked his sister-in-law's tightly clasping asshole. Her fleshy buttocks quivered each time his front smacked against them. He pulled them apart to watch her rosy anal flesh turn outward as he withdrew his dick, then fold inside once again as he speared his cock lustily up her rear.
He groaned with intense pleasure and fucked Barbara's hot ass harder.
Her brain began to float by that time, and she no longer was aware of any hurt-only the wonderful asshole-stretching penetrations of Howie's prick. His shaft, sticking up her butt, was like nothing she had ever imagined. She writhed and began to push her bottom backward against his horny thrusts.
This response stimulated him to fuck her ass even faster. His stiff prick fairly flew in and out of the clasping rosy circle of her anus.
"OOOOOOH, MY GOODNESS!" Barbara cried. "THAT'S ... THAT'S HEAVENLY! OOOH, YOUR PRICK FEELS SO GOOOOOD IN MY ASSHOLE! KEEP FUCKING ME THERE! STICK IT ALL THE WAY UP MY HOT ASS! OOOOOOOOH!"
The stimulation of her wanton words, added to the tight constriction of her asshole around his pumping prick, shattered Howie's resistance. His cock jerked in her clutching butt, and thick, warm cream spewed from it, spurting deep into Barbara's bowels.
The vigorous gushing, where she never had felt such a thing before, tripped her orgasmic switch. She came, bawling and jerking, her asshole rippling convulsively around her brother-in-law's deeply embedded dick.
He spurted more and more, until his balls were utterly drained. And Barbara felt intense satisfaction, even though her pussy hadn't been touched.
The satisfaction was purely physical, however. It wasn't like the gratification she had felt with Tony, or even with Grant before their marriage had turned sour. She hated Howie-all the more so now.
"Get that thing out of me!" she demanded, referring to his softening cock.
He backed up, his prick making a popping sound as it withdrew from her contracting asshole. She felt suddenly vacant where she had been stuffed, moments before. It was weird. Her anus remained a bit sore, but it was nothing that she couldn't live with.
The soreness in her soul was far worse. "Get out of this house," she told Howie, "and never come back again!"
His response was to laugh, and she knew shamefully that her demand was ridiculous. Howie would return whenever he felt like it, knowing that he had her under his control. He would take her any way he wanted-in her pussy, her mouth, or her ass-and there would be nothing she could do about it.
The situation seemed hopeless-as hopeless as her sister's involvement in blackmail, and as hopeless as her own marriage, in fact.
Perhaps there was hope, Barbara suddenly thought as Howie went to the bathroom to wash up. Perhaps all she had to do was act boldly and decisively. She knew what she wanted, and it was what Tony had let her know he wanted, too.
Perhaps she could bring it about if she just had the courage to do so....
CHAPTER TEN
"Thank you, Mr. Delbridge!" Big Bertha gushed. "I'm sure all the ladies appreciated your report on the progress of the charity campaign. And now if there is no other business, the meeting stands adjourned."
Barbara rushed to the front of the church meeting room, her pussy throbbing between her warm thighs, and grasped Tony as soon as he stepped from the platform.
"We have to talk," she said. "Right now."
The usually self-possessed man glanced about in confusion. "Not here!" he said to Barbara under his breath.
"Yes! Your car is parked outside, isn't it?"
"Yes, but...."
"We'll sit there and talk."
Barbara took the lead before Tony could argue further. He watched her shapely buttocks twist sensuously as she walked in front of him, her legs flashing in sheer hose.
"You're crazy, do you know that?" he said as soon as they were outside. "Your friends all saw and heard. There'll be talk."
"I don't care," Barbara said, reaching the car. "It's time we brought things to a head."
Tony watched her sit in the car and swing her legs around, creamy skin flashing above the tops of her stockings before she tugged her skirt down. He walked around and entered the car on the opposite side.
"Okay-what do you have in mind?" he asked, watching her carefully.
"My husband and I have a joint savings account. Half of what's in there belongs to me. I'm going to take it and pay off your blackmailing wife to get back those pictures of Joan. Then you and I are leaving town together. We can't go on this way, Tony!"
He stared at her in consternation. "Now, wait a minute...."
"You do love me, don't you?" she demanded.
"Of course I do! You know that."
"Then it's time we did something about it, and quit trying to live a lie."
"But my career...."
Barbara snuggled close to him. "With your personality and good looks, you can get a job somewhere else, where no one will know about this. Tell your wife to go fuck herself," Barbara added, amazed by her own burst of bluntness.
"Barbara, look...."
She placed her hand in Tony's lap and boldly fondled his genitals through his clothes. His cock quickly stiffened against his trouser leg. Barbara licked his lips with her tantalizing tongue.
"Wait!" Tony shoved her away. "Your husband's a cop. He won't let you get away with this. He'll follow us and make all kinds of trouble."
Barbara unzipped Tony's trousers and reached into his fly. She brought out his stiff prick.
"For God's sake!" he exclaimed. "We're on the church parking lot!"
Her encircling fingers stroked the man's thrusting hardness, and she watched his purplish glans swell. Clear moisture oozed from the slitted tip of his immense organ.
"Tony!" a female voice exclaimed from outside the car.
The occupants turned their heads guiltily to look at Nell Walters. She stared at Barbara's hand, which was wrapped around Tony's prick.
"What are you letting her do to you, Tony?" Nell demanded.
"I ... I...." He glanced quickly from her to Barbara, obviously uncertain as to what he should say or do.
"Tell her about us, Tony!" Barbara said, and added, though she was blushing slightly. "I don't care if the whole world knows!"
"What is she talking about?" Nell asked, her voice rising. "You and I love each other!"
Barbara jerked her hand away from his cock, causing the upthrust organ to waggle springily. "What does she mean, Tony? Tell her the truth!"
"Nell, uuh...." he began. Then he said. "Oh, shit!" and started the car's engine.
He gunned it, and the vehicle roared from the parking lot, leaving Nell staring in bewilderment.
Barbara was just as bewildered as she gazed at Tony who drove determinedly, gazing straight ahead. His penis still protruded from his fly, but the organ had softened and flopped over.
"That woman must be crazy," Barbara said, for that was the only explanation that seemed to fit. "I thought she's been acting funny for some time."
"You're the crazy one!" Tony retorted, shocking her. "I'm going to get you off my back, once and for all!"
"Wh-what do you mean? You and I are in love. We're going away together."
"The shit we are!" Tony said as his car roared down the street. "B-but...."
Barbara's world was breaking into little pieces, and she couldn't fit any of them together. Nothing made sense.
Tony drove to the motel, where he had taken her before, but this time he headed up the alley which ran behind the rooms. He brought his car to a quick stop, jumped out, and circled to Barbara's door, zipping up his trousers on the way.
His features were formed in a cruel mask as he pulled her out of the car.
"What are we doing here?" she asked. As Tony tightened his grip on her arm, she complained, "you're hurting me!"
He didn't seem to care, maintaining the firm hold as he hustled Barbara through a carport to the front of the room. "You wanted to talk," he said. "Well, this is a good place for it."
Tony pushed her into the room and shut the door.
"I ... I don't understand," she said helplessly. "You will. Just sit down."
Barbara backed up and sat on the edge of the bed. Tony gave her another surprise by immediately dropping to his knees in front of her. He pushed her skirt up, denuding her beautiful bare thighs above the tops of her stockings.
"Tony ... oooooh...." she breathed, becoming excited right away.
He ungartered one of her nylons and peeled it down her tapering, smooth leg. He removed her shoe and the stocking.
"Just what are you doing?" she asked, trying to laugh. But she was too troubled by all that had happened to make the laugh sound convincing.
Tony didn't reply as he rose to his feet. He stared at Barbara for a moment, then moved swiftly, looping her stocking around her head and through her mouth, which she had opened in astonishment. He tied the stocking tightly, and she found herself gagged.
She tried to struggle but was powerless as Tony lifted her legs and swung her around so that she fell on her back in the center of the bed. Her skirt whipped lap-high, exposing her flesh-toned panties.
Tony opened his belt quickly and jerked it out of its loops. Doubling the improvised lash, he poised it above her.
"You move, and I'll lay this on you!" he barked, "your thighs won't look so pretty with red streaks across them."
Barbara was terrified. Below the surface of her fear, she felt desolate. Her sweet dream of love for Tony had turned to ashes, and she didn't understand why. She didn't understand him at all.
He snatched up the telephone and gave the motel operator a number while he continued to watch Barbara, his belt poised.
"Jerry?" he said into the phone. "Get the hell over here to the motel with Frieda. Bring your fucking camera."
Tony slammed the phone down.
"You see?" he sneered at Barbara. "It wasn't just their blackmail scheme-I'm in it, too. We've worked it on half a dozen women in that church group, Nell, Edith, and more. I was going to work it on you the second time we got together, but you saved yourself when you told me your husband was a cop. Well, nothing will save you now, baby! We're going to take some pictures that you won't dare let your husband see-or anyone else!"
Barbara could scarcely believe what was happening to her. It seemed to be out of a bad dream-or a horror movie late at night on TV.
She stared up at Tony as the gag bit into her tender lips. His vicious expression made him Out to be a different man from the one she had fallen in love with.
A lustful glint sprang to his eyes as he gazed at her exposed lovely legs and the lower portion of her belly, which was snugged in orangey-pink briefs. A shadow of her pussy curls showed through the thin nylon where it clung to her ripe little mons.
"Now I'm going to take that gag out of your mouth," Tony said, "and I know you'll be too smart to yell. When you were last seen with me, you weren't under constraint. Nobody will believe I forced you to come here, if I ask Nell Walters to tell what she saw. Think, Barbara."
She considered the matter as Tony removed her gag, and she concluded she might as well go along with what he planned. If he and his gang were just going to take some pictures, she wouldn't be hurt. If she tried to upset his scheme, he might do something violent.
After removing the stocking from her mouth, he jerked her to her feet. "Take off all your clothes!" he demanded.
Numbly Barbara complied, unfastening her dress and lifting it over her head. Her bra was removed next, letting her full, wobbly breasts jut forward in all their bare beauty. The cool air stiffened her nipples.
"My p-panties, too?" she asked, strangely embarrassed to expose herself before the man whom she had regarded as her lover.
"Everything means pants and all, baby," he said harshly, "including that sexy garter belt and your other stocking."
Barbara bent, her breasts swooping, and peeled her panties down. Tony watched as her thick, furry bush came into view. She stepped from her panties, flexing her beautiful legs, and dropped the silky briefs on the bed.
Blushing, she ungartered her remaining nylon and stripped it down, her tits quivering as they dangled. She took off her shoe and stocking, then straightened and unhooked her garter belt.
She was naked in front of the vicious man, and she felt like holding her hands in front of her body. But she realized that would have been absurd.
She bit her lip as she thought about the frog-like man, Jerome, and Tony's wife, who were on their way to the motel. What would they do to her, she wondered, and how many pictures would be taken?
She felt ashamed.
The door of the motel room burst open. Frieda entered first, a scrawny witch with flaming hair. Squat, homely Jerome followed, carrying a camera with a flash attachment.
"Allow me to introduce Mr. and Mrs. Jerry Weiskopf," Tony said with a flourish. "Friends, I believe you both know the naked lady."
"You mean, that woman isn't even your wife?" Barbara asked.
"Of course not," Tony replied. "Do I look like the married type?"
"I'll bet you're not a TV newsman, either," Barbara said bitterly.
"Shit, no! The only time I've been on TV was when I got busted in Philly and made the six o'clock news."
"Shut up, man!" Jerome said. "You shouldn't tell her everything."
"Why not? We've got her by the titties, so she won't talk. And speaking of titties, did you ever see a prettier pair?"
"I certainly haven't," Frieda spoke up, while Jerome stared lustfully. "I can hardly wait to suck them."
"You?" Barbara blurted, staring at her.
"Sure. I swing both ways, baby." Frieda giggled nastily. "Jerry likes to watch."
"Let's all take our clothes off," Tony suggested. "Barbara's too smart to make trouble. She knows we just want to have fun with her, and take some pictures. And she knows she won't get hurt as long as she cooperates."
"Then let's get with it!" Frieda said enthusiastically.
Barbara watched in embarrassed apprehension as the three persons began removing their clothes. When Frieda's body came into view, Barbara realized all the more keenly what an improbable pair the skinny redhead and Tony would have made. Frieda had thighs that looked more like a man's than a woman's (except that they weren't hairy), and her hips were boyish, also. Her breasts were the pointy kind, which had begun to sag. And it was no surprise that she wasn't a real redhead, but rather a mousy brunette.
Jerome's body was equally revolting to Barbara, though in a different way, because he was at least male. Short and dumpy, he had a prominent paunch. Beneath his sizable belly, there dangled a cock and balls that caused Barbara's eyes to widen. At last she knew the truth of the whispered knowledge among women that short men didn't necessarily have short dongs.
Jerome's dingus hung like a length of salami-meaty, thick, and long.
Tony's cock stuck up aggressively as he gazed at the two naked women before him.
Barbara was more embarrassed than ever. And she knew that the ordeal which the fiendish trio had planned for her was about to get underway.
"Let me start," Frieda said, approaching Barbara.
"Sure," Tony responded. "Cock your camera, Jerry."
"Ooh, God!" Barbara exclaimed. "Must you take dirty pictures?"
"That's the whole idea, bitch!" Frieda grated.
"So shut up and do what you're told. For starters, just stand still. I can warm you up where you are."
Barbara was dismayed as the bisexual woman extended her bony fingers around one of Barbara's round, full breasts and squeezed, forcing the nipple forward as her entire breast throbbed. The men watched, and Barbara felt an unaccountable gathering of excitement as Frieda bowed her head, tilting it to the side. In consternation Barbara watched the other woman's asp-like tongue flick out and tickle the thrusting rosy tip of her tit.
Tingles radiated from her nipple as Frieda licked it.
Jerome, chuckled nastily and took his first picture as a flashcube flared. Barbara shut her eyes. It was all too horrible. But oddly her excitement grew as Frieda seized her nipple and began to suck on it. Barbara saw another flash of light through her closed eyelids, and she shuddered.
Frieda sucked her titty differently than a man had ever done-more gently, yet tellingly, as she flicked her tongue across the nipple's tip. A slight moan escaped Barbara's lips.
"She's warming up," Tony observed.
"Yeah, she digs it!" Jerome chortled.
Frieda's knowing hands rolled both of Barbara's breasts as she turned from one to the other, striking at the nipples with her tongue. Barbara couldn't help squirming. Moisture had broken from her intimate glands and was lathering the lips of her cunt.
My God! she thought. Am I as queer as that woman?
No, she decided. It's just because the men are watching.
But that didn't account for the wild sensations that were racing from her tongue-tickled breast tips, spreading through the fullness of both boobies and to her central sexual region. Her knees wobbled. Shamefully, she wanted to lie down.
Frieda released the beautiful woman's breasts with a gliding pressure of her hands, which caused the boobies to bounce. Frieda sank to her knees in front of Barbara.
"Oooh, noooooh!" the latter murmured shudderingly as Frieda's tongue snaked into her muff.
The other woman's slender, long fingers curled around the fullness of Barbara's buttocks, compressing the springy assflesh, as she licked the top of her slit. Jerome took another picture. Barbara wished she could die as Frieda forced her legs apart and licked lower along her cuntal cleft, working her tongue between the hairy outer labia and in where the flesh was very soft and moist.
"Don't ...!" Barbara begged excitedly. "Oooh, pleeease...."
Again Jerome chuckled, and snapped a picture.
Barbara's eyes popped open as Frieda began to lick the sensitive tip of her clitoris, causing the nubbin to throb and swell. She saw Tony stroking his huge, stuck-up prick. Jerome's cock still hung limp, though it seemed even more massive than before.
Barbara's eyes rolled wantonly. Her cheeks were very flushed. Frieda's fingertips were tickling her between the buttocks as her tongue did wild things to Barbara's throbbing cunt. She was better than a man, when it came to the oral stuff, Barbara had to admit. But the abused woman blamed herself for thinking so.
Gently Frieda backed her up. Her legs touched the edge of the bed and she sank onto it, spreading out as she landed.
Ooh, this is AWFUL! Barbara thought while she thrilled to the other woman's tongue, plowing into her defenseless pussy.
The camera flashed again.
Barbara was getting so hot that she soon didn't care what happened to her. She threaded her fingers into Frieda's dyed hair and held the other woman's face firmly against her wet, soft vulva. As Frieda fucked her deliriously with her fluttering tongue, Barbara felt herself rising toward a climax. Just when she was about to snatch it, Frieda raised her head.
"NOOOOOH!" Barbara bawled. "KEEP LICKING ME, DAMN YOU!"
Tony grinned as he fingered his stiff cock. Jerome laughed obscenely, edging closer. He still hadn't acquired a hard-on.
"Give me the camera," Tony told him, and the homely man passed it over.
"Now straddle her neck," Tony said, "and let her get you up."
"Nooooooh!" Barbara protested, writhing. "I don't want to suck his filthy cock! Don't make me do thaaaat!"
"Come on, baby," Tony said. "You're the hottest cocksucker in this county! Why shit, you give head even better than your tramp of a sister. You're better than Frieda, in fact."
"You prick!" Frieda told him.
Jerome climbed onto the bed and swung a hairy leg across Barbara, settling astride her neck. His smelly penis plopped against her lips, his balls bumping her chin. Barbara shut her eyes. Her cheeks glowed rosily, and her senses swirled.
She couldn't resist, she decided. What was the use to try?
Barbara's soft red lips parted, and her moist tongue came out. Ashamed of herself, but unable to do anything about it, she licked the tip of Jerome's limp, large penis. Her tongue tickled the ruffled edge of his foreskin, picking up a strong, salty flavor while her nostrils were choked by his musky scent.
"Roll his foreskin back, baby," Tony said.
Tremblingly she clamped Jerome's rope-like penis between her thumb and fingers and glided his foreskin up off his glans. She licked the smooth, bulging knob of his sex tool, gaining an even stronger tang than before.
She was surprised that the man still was not getting a hard-on. What did it take to arouse him, she wondered.
After licking his prickhead all over, she clamped the plum-like bulge in her mouth and sucked. Her brain reeled as she received the full burst of his strong male flavor, and she swallowed down the juice that seeped from the tip of his wiggly cock.
She took more and more of his flaccid organ into her mouth, his nuts lying against her chin. She sucked more heatedly than ever. Strangely enough, it was becoming a matter of pride to her-if pride were possible in shame-that she make his cock hard.
She tugged on his wiggly prick, champing on its meaty knob. Her nostrils dilated as she breathed in gust after gust of his maleness. His slippery cock-juice was gliding over her tongue and down her gulping throat.
Tony took pictures which would ruin her if they ever were handed out. Still she sucked and swallowed, giving gurgling groans.
Finally Jerome's prick began to respond, the head fattening until it assumed mouth-stuffing dimensions as his stem thickened and stiffened to force Barbara's lips so wide apart that they hurt.
She opened her eyes and gazed cross-eyed at the monstrous shaft that was sticking into her mouth. Jerome began to pull and thrust, fucking the softly snug circle of her slippery lips.
"Ghaawww ... ghrrgh ... ghaaagh...." Barbara said against the thrusting mouthful of hot, throbbing cock.
Her rolling eyes caught sight of Tony and Frieda. She was kneeling before him, sucking his dick with bobbing thrusts of her red head. Barbara let her eyes close, and she clutched Jerome's balls in her hand as she sucked his huge prick heatedly. His amazingly thick glans was about all she could accommodate, her lips skidding up and down across his horny cock-ridge.
Finally he pulled back and growled to Tony, "Okay, man, let's both take her at once! Frieda, you snap the fuckin' pictures!"
"Aaw, shit!" she said, reluctantly relinquishing Tony's cock. She stood and took the camera from him.
Barbara didn't know what to expect as both men approached her at once. She soon found out. Tony flopped onto his back on the bed and pulled her atop him, impaling her wet, open pussy on his large prong. His hands clutched her buttocks and pulled the rubbery cheeks wide apart.
Jerome approached her from the rear, kneeling astride Tony's legs. When she felt the blunt prodding of his spittle-lubricated cockhead against her tiny nether hole, she bawled a frenzied protest.
But there was nothing she could do. Tony was holding her fast, his big prick shoved up inside her, as Jerome pushed grindingly against her anus.
"AAAAWWWWW!" she moaned piteously when the ugly man's monstrous phallus spread her asshole wide and plunged into her super-tight, elastic ring. She felt the most amazing sense of fullness, of being split seemingly in two, as Jerome's prick twisted and pushed ever deeper into her defenseless butt.
The fact that Tony's cock was athrob in her pussy, spreading its walls wide apart, made her rectal passage even narrower. The men's huge pricks seemed to rub against each other, and it seemed to Barbara as if she were being fucked by an ogre with two cocks.
Finally she had Jerome's nine-plus inches rammed all the way up her ass while Tony's eight-inch whang throbbed in her vagina. The men partially withdrew and thrust into her again ... first Tony, then Jerome ... Jerome, then Tony ... one huge cock thrusting up her asshole, while the other glided backward in her cunt, the other rushing up her twat and rubbing the retreating pecker in her rear.
Fuck ... fuck ... fuck! She was getting it from two pricks at once. Up the cunt! Up the asshole! Cunt ... asshole ... cunt ... asshole ... fuck ... fuck ... FUCK ... FUCK-FUCK-FUCK!
Barbara moaned miserably and thrashed about like a dually impaled bug as the men's bodies sandwiched her between them and fucked her in both holes without letup. Flash cubes exploded one after another as Frieda bobbed about, frenziedly snapping pictures from every conceivable angle, pausing only long enough to insert new film cartridges and cubes.
It was like the Fourth of July with all those flares going off and with Barbara taking rockets up her front and rear, rubbing against each other inside her wildly throbbing body.
She came and came.
Finally Jerome's monstrous prick jerked in her asshole, hosing her bowels with his spurting, thick juice. Tony exploded in her pussy at almost the same time, squirting into her uterus.
Barbara moaned and fell limp.
She didn't even feel the men pull their pricks out of her abused but thoroughly sated body.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Screw Howie, will she? Joan thought as she walked into the suburban city hall and followed the arrow that pointed toward the police department.
She drove right into his station-my own sister!-and went up on the lift with him. A lot of people must have identified her car. The word must be all over town. Thank God it finally got to me so I can do something about it.
And that will be a pleasure!
The slender woman with the short, platinum hair wore a determined look as she entered the police department. A glint of anticipation brightened her green eyes.
"I want to see Grant McKenna," she told the officer at the front desk. "He's my brother-in-law."
The uniformed sergeant nodded her through.
Grant was at his desk in the detectives' room. The eyes of the other officers appraised Joan's trim legs and pert figure as she passed. It was a warm day, and she hadn't worn a wrap, which put the braless quiver of her smallish, pointy breasts on display.
"How about taking a relative to lunch?" she suggested to Grant as she dropped onto the chair next to his desk and crossed her legs.
"Well ... sure, Joan."
Grant's eyes moved over her and liked what they saw. Joan had always attracted him. He had suspected that she wasn't a very nice person, with her flamboyant style and frank way of talking. But she was the sort of woman a man might have fun with, he thought.
He had no such intentions when he agreed to take her to lunch. However, he was vulnerable, hurting for a lack of sex because of his problems with Barbara.
He and Joan went to a little restaurant down the street and, in a cozy comer booth, her hand crept onto his thigh. He gave her a sharp, professional look.
"Can you quit being a cop for about an hour?" she suggested. "And quit being a brother-in-law, too?"
"What do you want me to be?" he asked curiously.
"A lover," Joan blurted. "You're kidding."
"No, I'm not. Barbara and Howie have been together. I figure what's fair for them is fair for us. Anyway, I've always had eyes for you." Her hand slid Up his thigh and caressed his cock and balls through his clothes.
Grant had had three bombs dropped on him at once, and he wasn't sure which had blown him the highest.
Barbara and Howie together?
Joan had always had an eye for him?
Her hand on his genitals was what he responded to, his deprived penis stiffening in his boxer shorts.
"Oooh, let's get out of here!" Joan exclaimed huskily, though in discreetly low tones, as she clutched her brother-in-law's hard-on underneath the table.
"B-but...."
"My place," Joan breathed. "The kids are in school, and Howie is working-or screwing. I never know which. Anyway, we'll have the house to ourselves."
"Damn it, Joan, I'm a police officer ... and I'm married to your sister!" Grant whispered, writhing as she continued to clutch his hard cock.
"So, police officers can have sex, can't they? And as for Barbara, I told you she and Howie have made it."
"No, bull?"
"It's a positive fact."
Grant was amazed. As the significance of the information sank in, and as he appreciated more and more Joan's interest in him, he weakened.
"Come on," he finally said.
They drove to Joan's house.
"Ooh ... damn it, baby, don't do that!" Grant said as his sister-in-law began sucking his cock.
She raised her head. "What's the matter? Don't you like it?"
"Hell, what man wouldn't like it? But it's a goddamned perversion! We arrest people for it."
Joan laughed throatily. "Well, you can arrest me afterwards, if you want to. I'm going to have my fun first. Just lie back there and relax, hm?"
Nude, Joan bent over her brother-in-law's husky, naked form. Her pert titties swooped, and her warm, soft lips wrapped themselves around the crown of his upthrust pecker. She sucked delightfully, caressing his smooth, bulbous cockhead wijh her velvet tongue.
Grant groaned pleasurably. When Barbara had tried to give him head, he had been shocked and had slapped her away. He thought it was wrong to take it from Joan, also, but it felt so good that he let her continue.
The word she had given him about his wife and her husband had shaken his old attitudes about his marriage, himself, and life in general. He cocked his head forward on the pillow and watched with thrilled amazement as Joan pumped her mouth up and down on his dick, then relinquished his gleaming rod so that she could lick it. Her rosy tongue circled his glans again and again, fluttered tantalizingly against its sensitive tip, then waggled up and down it as she watched him with a wickedly playful look in her eyes. She seized his cock in her mouth once again and resumed sucking heatedly on it as she bobbed her head.
"Oooooh, that's good!" Grant exclaimed, flopping his head back onto the pillow and concentrating on the wondrous tactile sensation of a warm, sucking mouth rhythmically engulfing his dick.
Finally Joan relinquished his well-sucked pecker, and she said, "Now it's your turn," as she lay down beside him and spread her legs.
"Huh?" Grant responded in confusion. He sat up and stared at her twat, ringed by dark hair that didn't begin to match her silver-blonde coiffure.
"Go ahead," she urged. "Mama wants her pussy licked."
"Now, wait a minute-I don't do that."
"You've got to be kidding, Grant," his sister-in-law said, and blinked at him. "You mean, you've never done it for Barbara?"
"Hell, no!"
"No wonder she went after Howie," Joan remarked.
"You mean, women expect it?"
"You'd better believe they do! There's a lot more to sex than just some quick jabbing, you know. Well, didn't you enjoy what I did?"
"Sure," Grant had to admit.
"There you are! So give me a little head, also. Who knows-you might get to like it as much as I enjoy sucking a big, juicy cock."
Grant stared at her cunt and wasn't sure if he could go through with it. But, by letting her suck his prick, he had put himself ina position where he couldn't very well refuse to try. Grant was a fair-minded man, if nothing else.
He crawled between his sister-in-law's thighs and approached her moist, hair-fringed slit. He detected a teasing fragrance as he got closer-fresh and faintly musky in a way that, strangely enough, stimulated him. He tentatively stuck out his tongue.
His first swiping tongue-stroke along his sister-in-law's oozing pussy caused her to moan pleasurably and give a little wriggle of her hips. Her tangy taste stimulated Grant all the more.
Thinking, What the hell, he hunkered down and dug his tongue into her wiggly, wet cuntflesh.
"Oooh, bay-beeee!" Joan purred, and ruffled his short-cropped hair as he twisted his square head between her thighs.
"Aaahhhnngh ... aaahhhh ... I I I I I I..." Grant groaned, licking her warm cunt.
His first taste had allayed his fears, and he had quickly found out that he enjoyed eating twat. It wasn't just the delicate, sexy scent and taste of it that pleased him, but Joan's appreciative responses, as well. He had never before gotten such a sense of warmth from a woman-such a feeling of closeness.
His tongue stroked in and out of all the little pussyfolds and tickled the tip of Joan's clit. Her hips were bobbing, and she was wildly clutching at his head.
"OOOOH, PLEASE FUCK ME!" she cried. "GET UP ONTO ME AND DRIVE YOUR PRICK IN! OOOH, BABY, I NEED YOUR COCK!"
Grant scrambled forward atop her, his mouth and chin wet with her cunt-juice, his senses happily reeling. When he drove his prick into her pussy, he found her thrillingly wet and open, yet snug enough to clutch his cock tightly as it glided.
He quickly discovered something else as he stroked up and down inside Joan: He wasn't as eager to achieve a quick release, as usual. The oral preliminaries had given him more staying power.
He fucked his sister-in-law slowly and steadily as she writhed and clutched him, her slender legs crossing over his back. His bulb-ended organ stroked smoothly in and out of her hungrily gulping twat. She snapped her hips, adding to his tactile pleasure.
"Hey, baby, this is great!" he found himself saying.
"Oooh yessss, Grant!" she moaned, and fucked heatedly with him.
They made the bed creak and sigh from the steady motion of their churning hips as lust swelled slowly within them both. Joan was the first to quicken her hip motions. She clawed at Grant's back.
His balls were in a frenzy by that time, and he fucked her with all he had, rocking her slim body and making her titties leap on her chest.
"OOOOOOOH!" she bawled. "I'M GOING TO ... GET IT!"
She lurched, her hot cunt rippling around Grant's driving rod. He jerked inside her, and his warm cream welled up to shoot spurtingly through the tube of his prick. Into her his jism went as he vibrated and groaned, his buttocks clenched tightly.
"Yessssss!" she hissed, coming down from her high. "Oooh, man, that was zfon-derful!" she added, wrapping her arms around his bulky form and rocking him to and fro atop her.
Grant was prepared to believe, by that time, that the new way of sex was a definite improvement.
That evening Barbara was confused and frightened. She didn't know what to do about the fix she found herself in.
As if her disillusionment with Tony weren't bad enough, she was in deadly peril of being exposed to the entire town as a wanton slut if she tried to help her sister or any of the other women whom Tony and his partners were blackmailing. She seemed trapped, at the same time, in an unsatisfactory marriage. The outlook appeared hopeless.
Grant detected her blue mood as soon as he arrived home. He was feeling a bit guilty because of his rendezvous with Joan, but he knew what to do about it: Show Barbara a damned good time. That, he hoped, would relieve her depression, also.
Joan had made him realize that he hadn't been getting the most out of marital sex, and he had been letting Barbara down. If that was the reason she had turned to Howie, as her sister had said, he was prepared to forgive her.
Barbara noted a change in his attitude right no away. He had brought some wine to go with their dinner. That relaxed her and made her a bit less apprehensive.
Shortly after dinner, Grant suggested bed.
"Oooh, I'm not ready yet," Barbara told him, uneager to endure a session of Grant's inept lovemaking on top of her other troubles.
He surprisingly swept her up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom.
"When the lord and master wants sex, it's sex he's going to have," Grant said.
Barbara unhappily resigned herself to a brief, frustrating bout of thrusting and rocking. What could she do but submit? Grant was her husband, and their marriage was all she had. She would have to make the most of it, she decided, miserable as it was.
Grant lay her on the bed and stood beside it to remove his clothes.
That was unusual, she thought. He would ordinarily have barked at her to take her clothes off right away so that she would be totally bare as soon as he was and they could get right down to humping. He had never indicated much interest in exploring her body, as Tony-damn him!-had done.
Barbara watched through smoldering eyes as her husky husband took his shorts off. He wasn't poorly endowed in the sex department, she decided. In fact, he was a very good-looking man, over all.
If he just knew how to make love, everything would be perfect, she thought. The two extra inches of cock which Tony possessed weren't what had pleased her about him, she realized, but rather it was how he treated her ... before she became aware that he was a rat.
Grant knelt on the bed beside her and stroked her body through her clothes. Her breasts awakened, tingling responsively. She felt her loins stir.
But it was for nothing, she believed. There was no satisfaction to be had with Grant.
He caressed her stocking-clad legs, gradually working her skirt up above the gartered tops of her nylons. He bent and kissed the smooth, soft flesh of her thigh.
Well! she thought. THAT isn't like him. He IS acting differently tonight. But I'm sure it doesn't mean anything really. He'll be the same old Grant in a few minutes-driving his stiff dick into me and pumping it like crazy until he comes, regardless of whether I'm ready or not. And I won't be ... not tonigh t. That's for sure!
Grant drew his wife's skirt higher, denuding her pastel panties. He stroked her hips through the clingy undergarment, then brought his hands to the top of her dress. He unfastened and removed it and followed by removing her bra. He caressed her rounded, shivery tits and kissed each jutting nipple.
"Grant ...!" she purred, and ran her hand around the back of his head. He really was being very nice. She could scarcely believe it.
He sucked her titties lingeringly, giving her a throbbing glow. Then he carefully took hold of the slender elastic at the top of her silk pants and drew the filmy undies down, denuding her darkly tempting loins.
He spread her legs apart.
Barbara's interest quickened. Was it possible that he might...? YES! OH GOD, HE'S GOING TO DO IT!
"Ooooooooh!" Barbara moaned blissfully as her husband licked her sizzling cunt.
She screwed her sopped pussy against his loving face and was thrilled by the fluttering penetrations of his tongue. He licked her wildly tingling clithead, then took the firm nubbin between his lips and sucked on it.
Barbara had no idea what had changed him, turning him into the kind of lover she had dreamed of, but this was no time to ask questions. She wanted to reciprocate his oral attentions, and she felt free for the first time to do it with him.
Reaching out, she found his thrusting hardness, and her fingers curled around the column of bone-like flesh. She squirmed, bringing her face to his loins without interrupting his delightful ministrations to her throbbing cunt. Her hand rolled his foreskin back, and she moistly kissed the tip of his even moister cock.
"Ooh, Grant ... darling!" she exclaimed, and seized his prickhead in her mouth.
She felt a blissful throb course through him as she commenced sucking his cock, and he didn't stop kissing her pussy. In fact, he tongued her soft, wet labia with even greater intensity, and she knew that everything was as it should be, at last.
She pumped her head fervently, gliding her o-shaped lips up and down across the ridge of his pecker and along his spit-slick shaft. His cock surged deeply into her mouth-into her throat, as well.
He sucked the tip of her clitty, making her wildly excited.
When the moment came for him to mount her, she was nearly ready to climax. His inrushing prick stroked the slippery walls of her vagina as she clutched him in her warm cuntal embrace.
"Love me ... FUCK MEEEE ... ooooh, my daar-linnng!" she cried, and bobbed her hips in cock-loving frenzy.
Grant didn't move as fast as usual, but stroked just quickly enough to bring her to a peak of throbbing passion. She clutched him and drummed his heaving rump with her heels.
"OOOOOOOOH!" she moaned, coming.
Grant kept fucking her.
She continued her upward surge of passion, going for a second and even more breathless release. Grant quickened his motions as her hot hole gobbled at his driving dick.
"OOOH ... OOOOOOH ... WOWWWWWWW!" Barbara cried, and snatched her second orgasm when Grant came, spurting his hot juice inside her.
"Oooh, loverrr, that was the greatest!" she said, licking and biting at his ear. Her cunt continued throbbing around him.
"What happened tonight?" she asked in amazement after he had climbed off.
"Did you like it?" he asked, grinning.
"You know I did!"
"Well...." Grant lay back and looked at the ceiling. "I think it's time for a mutual confession. I was with your sister today, and she taught me a few things."
Barbara sat up with a start and stared at him.
"She told me something, too," Grant went on, "about you and Howie."
"What?"
"Yes, she knows. And so do I."
"And you're not angry with me?" Barbara could scarcely believe it.
"Are you angry with me??" Grant asked. "No," she admitted.
They stared at each other, speechless for a few moments. Then they both smiled, and snuggled in each other's arms.
Barbara knew what she should do next, and she launched into it before she had a chance to chicken out:
"While we're making confessions, I have another one-and I'm afraid it's the worst of all. Maybe you won't be able to forgive this, but I have to tell you. Our future happiness depends on it."
"What is it, baby?" Grant asked.
Barbara began to tell him tremulously, but pretty soon the words came gushing out as if a floodgate had been opened. She didn't hold back a single shocking fact about her illicit affair with Tony, her sister's involvement with him, and her final devastating encounter with Tony, Frieda and Jerome.
Grant listened to it all without interruption.
When Barbara was through, she wasn't sure whether she had saved her marriage or ruined it. She stared at Grant, half hoping and half fearing, as she awaited his response.
CHAPTER TWELVE
"I have to admit it surprised me when you called and asked me to meet you over here," Tony said after licking Barbara's nipples to bristling firmness.
She writhed on the motel bed. "You know how I feel about you, Tony," she murmured, wrapping her cool, delicate fingers around his big prick.
"Even after Frieda, Jerry and I took those pictures?" he asked, fucking a finger into her snatch.
"That bothered me, sure. But I need you, Tony."
"Your marriage is shot, huh? Well, that's too bad. But there's no future for us. I've got other fish to fry."
"Tony!" she exclaimed, bringing her mouth close to his thrusting cock. "How can you be so cruel?"
"There's no use talking," he said. "Let's make the most of our last time together."
He swung astride her neck and poked his prick into her mouth. Barbara gulped at it hungrily. Tony's eyes had a sardonic glint as he watched her encircling rosy lips gobble up and down on his pole. He fucked her face vigorously, making her lips burn.
Why bother to even fuck her today? he thought. I'll just let her have it in the throat and kick her out. It will serve her right for being such a klutz!
The door of the motel room burst open, and Grant entered. He was holding his service revolver.
Tony swung off Barbara and onto his back, his erect penis swaying. His eyes widened as Grant approached the bed, pointing the gun directly at him.
Barbara sat up and scooted backward on her bare bottom, huddling against the wall. Her eyes were like saucers.
"You've had this coming for a long time, you son of a bitch!" Grant barked, and held his gun against Tony's erection.
"NOOOOOH!" the blackmailer yelled. "For God's sake!"
His eyes nearly bugged out of their sockets as they watched the cop's finger tense on the trigger. Tony's erection began to slump, but Grant kept the muzzle of his pistol against it.
Suddenly Grant's finger pulled the trigger back, and a blast sounded. Shock waves from the explosion struck Tony's cock, and searing heat seemed to disintegrate the once-proud organ.
"AAAAWWWWWW!" he moaned, and rolled on the bed, clutching his middle.
Grant backed up and holstered his revolver under his coat. "Now put your clothes on and get the hell out of here!" he ordered. "I mean, out of town! Your friends have already taken off-I saw to that. But I got the pictures from them first."
Finally Tony realized that his prick had not been blown off. Grant had fired a blank. The man on the bed stared down at his limp and shrunken cock, which he waggled foolishly between his thumb and fingers.
"Yeah ... okay ... I'll go," he said, deeply shaken, and didn't look at Barbara as he scrambled off the bed. He didn't say another word to her or Grant as he hurriedly put on his clothes.
She nestled, nude, in her husband's arms.
"I think we let Tony off easy," he said, after he had departed.
"No we didn't," Grant replied. "He got exactly the punishment he deserved. He won't be able to work his stinking racket on any more women."
"How can you be sure?"
"Because I know a little bit about psychology. Cops aren't completely stupid, you know."
"You aren't stupid at all!" Barbara said as she helped him out of his clothes.
Her hot mouth on his cock brought him to a state of turgid erection, and he rolled atop her.
"No, darling!" she breathed. "Give it to me the other way this time-from the back."
"With pleasure," he said, and allowed his pretty wife to assume the doggy position. He approached her from the rear and worked his prick into the slitted, furry pouch that poked back at him from between her thighs.
He fucked her with strong, steady strokes, taking care not to move too quickly too soon. Barbara's excitement increased with each inrushing thrust of his sturdy, ridged organ. She wiggled her hot ass, pressing backward against him.
"Ooooh, I like it this way!" she exclaimed, fucking heatedly. "I've always wanted you to screw me from behind!"
"Baby, why didn't you say so?" he responded, clutching her flared hips as he drove his cock steadily into her slippery, clutching quim.
"I thought you'd be angry at me," she said. "Ooh, darling, we were such fools for so long."
"But not any more, babe," he said, thrusting his turgid prick into her. "We really know each other now ... and we know how to make each other happy."
"Yesss ... yessss!" Barbara hissed as she received his powerful fucking.
The ridge of his corona sent ripples surging up and down her encompassing channel, which writhed and bumped against his thrusts. He dangling tits shook, and Grant reached forward to grasp them, tugging downward on her stiff nipples
"Oooh, loverrrr!" she panted. "Do something else ... for me!"
"What is it?" he asked, fucking and breathing hard.
"Stick your cock into my asshole!" Barbara begged.
She felt a responsive throb shake his organ inside her, and he asked excitedly, "Are you sure you want it that way?"
"YESSSSSS!" she cried. "I REALLY WANT IT OOOH, FUCK MY HOT A SS!"
Grant pulled his phallus from her cuntal clutches and sunk his thumbs between her buttcheeks stretching the rubbery rondures wide apart. He gazed at her little asshole, which seemed to wink a him.
When he poked his wet prick against the small aperture, Barbara relaxed her anal muscle so that there was little resistance to her husband's thrust.
His cockhead spread her elastic ring wide and popped into her hotly clamping rectum.
"OOOOOOOOH!" she bawled, writhing around the stiff dick that was thrusting up her rear. "SCREWWWWW ME GOOOOOD!"
Grant sank his prick all the way into her ass and rotated his horny tool in her super-snug anal embrace. He began to pull and thrust, fucking the amazingly tight rubber-ring of her asshole.
"OOOOH ... WOWWWW ... THAT'S THE GREATEST!" Barbara panted as she pumped her bottom against her husband's buggering thrusts.
She felt no pain-just the luscious fullness that she had come to love, thrusting deeply up her rear channel. It was made all the greater because the one man she loved was doing it.
The way he had responded to her confession about Tony, taking over and solving her problem with no recriminations toward her, made her love him more strongly than she had ever thought possible. There would never be another Tony, she felt certain. She wanted only Grant ... forever.
And she wanted him as she was getting him now, driving his stiff prick up her clasping, rippling asshole, thrilling her to the depths of her soul.
When he exploded inside her, flooding her bowels with his cream, she felt a wave of blissful contentment which was like none other she had ever known. She turned her head as Grant leaned across her shoulder and kissed her.
They were husband and wife, together in the most complete way-fully and freely-at last.
Weeks later, in a small private clinic in a distant town, Tony lay on a bed and a blonde nurse bent over him. She was a beautiful young woman, with bulging, firm breasts, an enticingly rounded rear, and full, tapering thighs. Her white uniform and underclothes were lying on a chair, but she retained the perky nurse's hat on her head, which legitimized, in a way, what she was doing.
Two doctors-one bald and middle-aged, the other young and bearded-watched on the other side of a two-way glass as the nurse licked the patient's purplish, wobbly cockhead while she held his limp stem between her thumb and fingers. He was tugging on her tits.
"Son of a bitch!" the young doctor said, and stroked his hard-on through his clothes. "Suzie doesn't seem to be doing a damned thing for that poor slob in there, but she's sure as shit making me suffer!"
"She's even getting to me" the older doctor admitted, and rubbed his own rising erection.
Suzie engulfed Tony's cockhead in her hot, wet mouth and sucked. He writhed impotently. As always at such a time, he was recalling his last day with Barbara, when her husband had gone through the motions of shooting his cock off.
"Suck harder!" he ordered the nurse, and slapped her bouncy ass.
Suzie sucked his limp dick with everything she had, swirling her tongue and clasping heatedly with her soft, moist lips. It didn't work.
Finally she raised her head and sighed. "It doesn't seem to be any use, Mr. Delbridge."
He stared down at his penis, which he held. He swore and began to shake the flaccid organ from side to side. Suddenly he started to laugh, and it was the maniacal giggle of a madman. His humorless laughter grew, filling the room with its harsh bitterness, as he shook his useless sex organ.
Suzie turned and hurried from the room, joining the doctors in the observation cubicle next door.
"I couldn't do a fucking thing with him!" she reported unnecessarily, because she knew that they had seen it all.
"Yeah, he's a psycho case, all right," the young doctor said. "Do you agree, Harvey?"
"Definitely," his older colleague replied. "It's a classic example of psychic impotence. Perhaps, after extensive psychotherapy, he will come around. But we aren't equipped to help him here."
"Yeah, but Suzie is sure as hell equipped to help us ... right?" The young doctor took out his cock.
The nurse's eyes widened as she gazed at his turgid tool.
"This is highly irregular," the older physician said, but he too removed his stiff penis from his clothes.
"Oooh, doctors...!" Suzie cooed excitedly, and dropped to her knees. Her titties bounced.
She clutched both thrusting dicks and drew them toward her mouth. Sticking out her rosy tongue, she licked first one bulging cockhead and then the other. She pumped her encircling lips on each prick in turn, then dropped to her hands and knees.
The young, bearded doctor knelt on the floor in front of her so that she could continue giving him fellatio, while the middle-aged man knelt behind her and worked his stiff prick into her warm, slippery cunt.
The older man fucked forward and back, as the nurse's blonde head bobbed on the other doctor's cock. The latter writhed ecstatically and watched her o-shaped lips glide rhythmically across his coronal ridge and along his spit-slick shaft, her tongue swirling about his raging organ as it surged deeper into her mouth and into her hot, tight throat.
The other doctor pumped his prick in her softly clasping pussy, and she undulated her body between the two men. They reached completion at the same time, one blowing his thick sperm down her throat while the other exploded in her pussy. Suzie achieved throbbing gratification.
In the next room, Tony had stopped laughing at the bitter joke which life had played on him. He sat up in bed and stared sadly at his limp prick.
The many women he had victimized had achieved revenge through one woman named Barbara and the man who loved her. Love had triumphed over selfish lust.
