Chapter 9

Dianne Barker was busy in the study, setting up a program for the next community service meeting, when the telephone call came.

"Hello, Mrs. Barker," a male voice said. "This is Tommy Farr. How are you?"

Her heart leaped. "Oh," she said. "I'm all right. Only I'm awfully busy right now, Tommy."

"Sorry about that," he told her. "But I don't think you should be too busy to pay me a little visit."

Startled, she said, "What-what for, Tommy?"

"Well, for one thing, I wanted to apologize for what happened the other day. I got carried away, ! guess." He chuckled. "In fact, we both did, didn't we?"

Dianne felt her cheeks get hot and red. "There's no apology necessary," she told him, trying to be cool and dignified. "It's not called for because nothing like that will ever happen again."

"Oh, of course not," Tommy said quickly. "But I think you'd better get over here anyhow. There's a little tape recording you might like to hear."

"Ta-tape recording?" Dianne gasped. "What...what are you talking about? "

"I think you know. Would you want me to play part of it for you over the telephone?"

"Oh, no, no!" she put in quickly. "Don't do that. Where-where are you, Tommy?"

"You know where the Creegars' place is, just outside of town."

"Yes."

"Well, I'm out there. I thought you might like to talk things over in a real private place. They're away but I have the keys. How soon will I see you? You'd better make it fast. This tape I was talking about is so hot it might melt if you're too long getting here. And I'm sure you wouldn't want to miss it."

"I-I'm leaving right now," Dianne said.

Driving over there, she was almost sick with worry. How could she have been so stupid? How could she have let herself be trapped by that arrogant boy? Now what was she going to do? It was obvious to her that he intended to blackmail her but for how much? She doubted that she could raise more than five hundred without Wyn knowing anything about it. But Tommy Farr was just a handyman, probably he wouldn't want more than that, maybe less, Meanwhile, she could only pray that was true.

She drove up into the Creegars' driveway, parked in front of the big mansion, got out and ran up onto the front porch and banged the big door knocker. Her mouth gaped as a moment later the door was opened by Bev Cantrell.

"What-what are you doing here?" Dianne gasped.

Bev smiled innocently. "Surprise, surprise," she chanted. "Come on in, darling. Who did you expect to see? Tommy Farr? Ah, I'm sorry to disappoint you. I know how much you and Tommy have in common. But he had to leave unexpectedly. I think, though, that I can manage to keep you amused. Do come in."

Dianne pushed past her. inside the house. She said weakly, "I-I wish I knew what this was all about. I-I don't understand what you have to do with it." She really did, though. It was beginning to enter her mind that the whole thing was a frame up, probably engineered by this smart alec. Bev, as revenge for Dianne's getting her kicked off the church committee and making her a gossip victim all over town. But then how could she have possibly known that Tommy and Bev were in cahoots?

"Don't worry about it, sweetie," Bev told her. "Everything's going to work out just fine."

She ushered Dianne into the huge living room, where Dianne stopped stock still, staring unbelievingly at the grinning, leering face of Dirk Smithers.

"You! You!" she cried shrilly.

"Sure. Why not, Mrs. Barker?" he said, chuckling. "Shook you up a little, eh? Well, it couldn't happen to a nicer broad. Sit down. Sit down, baby, and relax."

"I-I don't know what's going on here," Dianne managed. "But I'd better leave."

"Hold it, bitch!" Dirk thundered. "Get your ass down in that chair over there and do as you're told or a lot of the right people in town are going hear the sexiest tape recording ever made."

Dianne felt faint as she eased down onto a chair. This was ridiculous, impossible! Finally, she managed to get out, "I-I don't believe this! You -a man of the law-trying to blackmail me?"

He shook his head slowly. "Now that's not a nice word, Dianne. Nobody said anything about blackmail. Nobody's asking you for any money. It's just that I'm in possession of a little evidence of adulterous goings-on in this town and I really ought to act upon them, unless I can be convince that there's a better way to handle the situation. Now, you are a reasonable woman, aren't you?"

"What do you want then?" Dianne demanded. "And suppose I say I don't even know what you're talking about?"

Dirk Smithers shrugged. "Listen for yourself," he told her. He reached to a tape player on the table next to his chair, pushed a toggle.

Quite distinctly, Dianne Barker heard her own passion-thickened voice crying out, "OH, YES, TOMMY! THAT'S GOOD! GOOOOOOOOOD! OH, YES, TOMMY! PUSH IT DEEPER, GO FASTER! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! THAT'S IT, TOMMY...OH, YOU DO IT TO ME SOOOO GOOOOOOOOOOODDDD!"

"Do what, Mrs. Barker?" Tommy's voice asked. "Tell me. Don't be bashful. You mean, fuck you, don't you? Say it, then, if you want more."

"OOOOHHHHH! YYYYYEEESSSSSSSSSSS! OH MY GOD, YES, TOMMY, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK MEEEEEEE GOOOODDDD!"

Dianne Barker listened, pale, trembling, wishing the floor would open up and swallow her, even if it took her to the bowels of hell, as Dirk Smithers switched the toggle off.

"How about that, bitch?" he said. "You think there's any mistaking who that is? You really dug that big, stiff young cock of his. And there's even more. We got the whole thing on tape, him eating your hot pussy and all. You want to hear that, too?"

"No, no, please!" she said, faintly.

"That's better," Dirk said. "And don't get any notion about rushing over here and trying to grab that tape. There's a copy in my office safe."

Dianne put her face in her hands. Half sobbing, she said, "What do you want?"

"Nothing much, really," he told her. "Stop that fucking bawling and let's talk it over. Now that we know that you're not really the snotty, high and mighty bitch that you like everybody to think you are, now that we know you love a real good hot fucking just like anybody else, Bev and I figured we all might have a little party together."

"Par-party?" she said, gulping.

"Yeah. Stand up and take your clothes off, whore!"

"What?"

"You heard me. Strip! Like you did for young Tommy. I'll give you thirty seconds and if you don't do as you're told, I'll call the whole thing off and go to the local newspaper with that tape."

Slowly she stood up and started to unzip her blouse. "What-what are you going to do?" she asked, choking back sobs of desperate humiliation.

"Oh, nothing really much. Just want to see what those big tits of yours really look like and that blonde-haired cunt of yours that Tommy said was so good to suck and fuck. Hurry up! Strip, baby! That ain't going to hurt you."

As Dianne then did as she was told, she suddenly knew that terrible, nasty things were going to happen to her this afternoon. She had heard of people going through hell right here on earth; well, that was her fate now. She was going to be punished and punished badly for her weakness of the flesh with Tommy Farr. She was going to be shown that no matter how wonderful they may seem at the time, fleshly sins are not worth the price one has to pay.

Trembling, her whole body flushed with shame, she was suddenly naked. At the same time she saw that Bev Cantrell had also undressed and was now completely nude. She also saw that Dirk

Smithers was taking off his clothes! Oh, no, she thought, this can't be happening!

"Okay, kid," Dirk told Bev. "While I strip, get over there and see how those big beautiful knockers of hers feel. Man, she's really got a sweet pair on her."

As Bev approached, Dianne covered her breasts with her own hands, ashamed of the way her nipples were protruding long and stiff as fingertips. "Please don't touch me!" she begged.

"Don't be silly," Bev told her. "I have to. Dirk's our master, you know and we are just slaves. We have to do everything he wants. There is no other choice."

She moved Dianne's hands and cupped Dianne's big, quivering, thrusting boobs with her own hands. She squeezed them and took the stone-hard nibs between her fingers, tweaking them. "Mmmm!" Bev said. "Oh, they are nice and warm and solid, Dirk. You're going to love them. And now I'd better warm this thing up a little, for you."

As Dianne watched Dirk, now stark-naked, walk toward them, she felt one of Bev's hands drop to her muff, cup it and then insinuate a lustful finger down under and on to the plump lips of her vulva.

She couldn't take her gaze from Dirk's big, fat, hard prick, tilted out before him like a fleshy battering ram, wagging back and forth as he walked. In spite of herself she was fascinated by the sight of the fat, purplish, bullet-shaped head of it, so blunt and large-looking.

"Ahh!" Bev said, diddling Dianne's swiftly moistening cunny. "Just looking at that fat, fabulous dong of yours, Dirk, is already turning her on."

"Oh, no, please don't do this to me," Dianne begged.

"Why not?" Bev demanded. "If you didn't like it, you wouldn't be getting so creamy down here."

Now Dirk was beside her, a sullen, lustful expression on his face. His big, rough hands moved to her breasts and, as he licked his lips, making little gloating sounds, they kneaded and rolled the big, plump, white-fleshed heaps of her mammaries.

"Oh, beautiful, bitch," he said to Dianne. "I've been wanting to get my hands on these nice big, bare tits of yours for a long time."

Then he bent and took turns greedily sucking the long, flint-hard nipples. At the same time, Bev's finger was now more rapidly working back and forth between Dianne's wet and fleshy cunt lips. Even as she tried to fight against it, Dianne felt the first warm flush of extreme sexual excitement beginning to flood her whole body.

She felt Dirk take her hand, then, and place it on his arching, tumescent prick. When she felt the hot hardness of it, Dianne jerked her fingers away in shock.

Dirk stopped sucking her breasts and said angrily, "I want you to play with it! How dare you yank your hand away! Is my big cock not good enough for you to feel or something? You got to be taught a lesson right now, whore!"

He slapped her hard across the face, leaving red finger marks on her pale cheeks. "Oh!" she gasped, tears filling her eyes. "Oh, you bastard, you!"

"Yeah, that's me," he told her, grinning. "Now, take that thing in your fist and give it a good hand job or there'll be more of the same."

Quickly, then, her hand reached out and seized his long, thick, hard and bobbing prick. She closed her fist about it and began working the skin back and forth over the hot, bonelike hardness underneath the burning tissue.

"There! That's not so bad, is it?" he asked. "There are a lot of women in this town who'd give anything for a chance to jerk off my cock. You should feel honored."

Dianne didn't answer. She just stood with her eyes closed, telling herself that she couldn't prevent whatever was going to happen and the best thing for her to do was to just go along and get it over with as soon as possible. Meanwhile, Dirk was again sucking the big, gelatinous globes of her breasts, pulling at the aroused nipples with his lips and tonguing them at the same time, while her hand was more enthusiastically than she realized frigging his great stiff ramrod. Every once in a while, she would slip her hand to the top of it curiously, testing the sensation of the fat, smooth head of it against her palm, rolling it there.

Suddenly, Dirk pulled away. "Enough of that," he said. "Let's get on with the rest of the program." He pointed at Dianne. "You, get down on the floor, on your back."

"Oh, no, don't do it to me, please!"

"Why not? If you loved it with Tommy, you'll like it just as good with me. Maybe better. Anyhow, I'm not going to fuck you. At least not right now. Now, get down there or do you want me to slap you silly again?"

She put her fingertips to her still stinging cheek. "Oh, no," she said and got down on the floor, keeping her long, lovely legs tightly closed together, the now slightly spread fullness of her hard-nippled breasts heaving up and down.

Dirk looked at her and then bent over and roughly spread her long, fleshy, white thighs apart so that he could look right down at her gaping sex org "Yeah," he said enthusiastically. "Lots of nice blonde hair down there and a good, juicy, fat-lipped pussy, for later."

Then he straddled her chest and eased down, placed his long, fat organ into the soft, warm valley between her breasts. He took hold of them with his hands and rolled them together so that they bunched up in soft, fleshy piles, covering all of his rigid penis.

A strange thrill of surprise welled through Dianne's whole body at the new and unexpected sensation of that burning hot length of gristle snugged tightly between her breasts.

"Mmmmm, nice!" Dirk moaned, working his randy machine back and forth in its warm prison of woman flesh. "These nice big ones of yours were just made for titty-fucking. But you hold 'em together while I play with those nice fat nipples and work my dong back and forth."

In a few moments, Dirk ordered, "Look down and watch the action, baby. It's real good."

Curiously, she raised her head up slightly and looked down, watching the enormous glans peeking back and forth at her as it slid between he-heaped-up breasts.

"Doesn't that look nice?" Dirk said. "Now bring your head forward a little bit more and stick you tongue way out.....Ah, that's it!"

As Dianne obeyed, she felt the feverish smooth ness of that cruelly blunt cockhead brushing against her wet tongue. She was a little surprised that there was practically no odor to it, just a faint mannish muskiness and that the feel of the thing against her tongue was incredibly smooth and rather pleasant.

There was a faint clicking sound from the right and Diane heard Bev Cantrell say, "There! That should be a good one."

Dianne turned her head and saw Bev holding a Polaroid camera. "Oh, no!" Dianne cried out. "You -you didn't take a picture of that, did you?"

"Why not?" Bev laughed. "But don't worry too much. Nobody'll ever see it as long as you continue to do as you're told."

"You couldn't show it to anybody, anyhow," Dianne protested. "Dirk's in the picture, too."

Bev shook her head. "No, he isn't. I cut his face out of it. All I got was you with that big wicked schlong of his fucking you between the tits while you were lapping the head of it with your tongue."

"Oh, dear!" Dianne moaned. "If-if you'll just destroy it, I-I'll do anything you want me to. Anything!"

"Well, we'll see about that," Dirk said, getting up to his feet. He turned toward Bev. "I imagine you watching what's been going on between Dianne and me has got your hot cunt begging for some action. Get over here and lie down."

With her hand down between her legs, rubbing herself, Bev, her eyes glazed with lust, walked toward them. "Oh, is it ever!" Bev said. "It's already opened and juicy."

While Bev sprawled out on her back on the floor, Dirk ordered Dianne to come over and squat on her haunches next to them. Then Dirk kneeled between Bev's nakedly spread thighs and lowered himself. He told Dianne, "I'm going to stir up this hungry twat of hers with a little fucking and give it a good flavor for you when it's your turn."

"Fl-flavor?" Dianne gulped.

"Sure. I love to watch a woman sucking another one's pussy. It's real kicks. Especially you going down on a woman you thought was so awful because she likes to suck cock. Didn't you ever lap a good hot snatch like this, Dianne?"

His fingers reached down and parted the pouting, slickly wet lips of Bev's pulsating channel.

"Oh, no," Dianne said, shocked. "Of course, I never have."

"Pretty soon you won't be able to say that," Dirk told her, leeringly. "Now, baby, reach down there and take hold of my cock and guide it into that nice, hot wet gash."

"Yeah, and hurry it up," Bev said, panting. "Watching you two fool around has got me dying for a good fuck."

Dirk took Dianne's warm, long, slender-fingered hand and placed it on his thrumming hard pole. "Now-now, what do I do?" Dianne wanted to know.

"For Christ's sake, how dumb can you get, bitch! See that little hole down at the bottom? Just put the head of my dick there and push it in."

Dianne did as she was told, hot sensations flooding her own crotch as she held this strange man's horny pego and guided it toward Bev's waiting cunny hole and knew for the first time that she was going to watch, close up, two people fucking. She could hardly believe what was happening. She placed the big blunt glans where she had been told and then watched Dirk arch his hips and push it in with a slight sucking sound. Bev let out a wail of delight at this welcomed entry and humped her hips to engulf even more of the big, fleshy delight she so loved.

As he began to work his turgid tool in and out of Bev's creaming sheath, he reached out and toyed with Dianne's big tits, pinching and twisting the violently erect nipples. Then he pulled her closer so that he could suck and lick them while his hand dropped down between Dianne's widespread thighs as she squatted on her haunches and explored her wet and puffy pussy lips. He was surprised at the amount of honey already seeping from between them. His fingertip searched for and found her clitoris. It was already eagerly protruding and as he expertly massaged it, Dianne let out a long, half-suppressed cry of delight.

It was just too much for the woman, watching a man's penis plunging arrogantly in and out of another woman's steaming quim, while the man sucked her own breasts and fingered her own now dewy and madly palpitating crease.

She knew if it kept up much longer, she would have to climax; she wouldn't be able to stop it from happening. Remembering how wild and unrestrained she'd been when Tommy made her have an orgasm, Dianne prayed that wouldn't happen now. She just couldn't make such a sordid exhibition of herself. Yet she could feel the extreme sensation fast approaching, under the influence of Dirk's rough finger diddling her tiny, sensitive prong.

Just as it was about to happen, though, Dirk suddenly pulled his penis, with a wet, popping sound, from Bev's throbbing vagina and his hand moved away from Dianne's crotch. All of them were now breathing with heavy, snorting gasps.

Bev cried out, "Oh, no, Dirk Why'd you stop? It was just getting good. I was all ready to come."

"Don't worry," he told her. "You still will."

He grabbed Dianne and roughly shoved her down between Bev's widespread white thighs. "Get your face down there and lick and suck!" he ordered.

When the whimpering Dianne protested, Dirk hauled off and gave her jutting behind a painfully stinging slap. "Do as you're told," he thundered. "Or next time I'll use my riding crop on that royal ass of yours," he warned.

Half sobbing, Dianne lowered her face to the soupy, waiting pussy of the other woman. Her nostrils filled with the musky sex scent of Bev's and Dianne was surprised to note that it didn't disgust her at all but rather stimulated even more her own already aroused sex feelings. Hesitantly, she stuck out her tongue and rubbed the tip of it back and forth between the other woman's fat, pouting lips. With that, Bev let out a cry and grabbed Dianne's head, pulling her face full against her crotch.

"Oh, yeah!" she cried out. "That's good, baby! Do it! Lick it, suck it! Eat my nice hot pussy!"

The knowledge that her mouth and tongue were so violently arousing Bev suddenly gave Dianne a tremendous satisfaction and encouraged her to greater efforts. When she felt her tongue encounter Bev's swollen clitty, she diddled it furiously, listening to Bev cry out her delight, feeling her bounce her big behind up and down on the floor.

Then she heard Dirk say, "Oh, man, I've got to get a piece of this action!"

Up on her knees between Bev's legs, Dianne suddenly felt the full length and thickness of Dirk's white-hot peter pushing against the crack of her ass. Then it slid down lower and the big, blunt glans was poised at the fat-lipped entrance to her hole. With one savage surge, Dirk rammed it all the way in. Dianne felt as though a huge, hot sausage had invaded her and that it was so enormous that she couldn't stand that bulbous-headed thing going in and out of her. But then, as he began to churn it in and out of her, her own juices flowed and the hot, rigid thickness slipped back and forth more easily. It now slammed in and out of her like a well-oiled piston.

With each thrust she licked and sucked harder at Bev's flowing cunt, tasting and savoring the strange, coppery-flavored juice. Bev was now bucking like a wild pony and suddenly her thighs bent upward and inward, imprisoning Dianne's face between them, the warm, plump flesh of them like heated silken cushions.

Suddenly, with a wild, swinging and rolling of her hips, Dianne felt a gigantic come welling up from her womb and all through her, making her fiercely plundered cunt even more soupy, bathing the already slick monster skewering her so savagely.

She wished her mouth wasn't so full of wet hot cuntal flesh so that she could cry out, "Don't stop! Not ever, ever! Give me more! More!"

Then, abruptly, she felt Dirk slide his wildly jumping tool from the milking tightness of her vagina. As she was about to take her face away from Bev's boiling crotch and beg Dirk to do it to her some more, she suddenly felt a new and strangely exciting sensation. It was the hot, hard, rubbery bulb of his prick pressing against the small pink rosebud nestled between the cheeks of her behind. The pressure was only slight and quite pleasant as she thought, Oh, dear, he's got it in the wrong place but he'll soon find out because he couldn't possibly get that big thing in there!

Then a torturous spasm of pain shrieked through her as Dirk suddenly lurched and imbedded the whole slick, fat knob into her clenched sphincter. She arched her head back, letting out a thin scream of protest. It did her no good. Dirk grabDed her naked hips and held them firm and grunting as he drove in another inch and Dianne was sure she was going to be split wide open. She knew then that this was the punishment that she had coming to her and which she had been anticipating.

She waited tremulously for more of the big fat spike to be nailed into her.

But it never happened. Dirk suddenly withdrew his raging hard dick from her achingly stretched asshole and Dianne collapsed, sobbing, onto the floor. She hardly heard Dirk say, "Damn, I almost forgot we were expecting more company. Bev, go answer the door and let our new guest in."