JJ-170  Blackmailed Barbara
(Charles Jorgonim)


FOREWORD 

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?" 

"This trouble you're in...." Barbara began, "it involves money, doesn't it?" 

Joan blinked at her. "Why d'you say that?" 

"Joan, you'd better tell me the truth." 

"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. 


THE END
