Chapter 2
"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....