Chapter 3
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.