Chapter 8
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.