Chapter 10
"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.