In The Name Of Love (16 page)

"Never, she's a 40-year old virgin, and she won't know what
to do. I'll take that bet," said Ray, stopping to replace the film in the movie
camera. "If she does, make sure you get it all on this movie, and we'll be able
to retire."

The two men grinned at each other, and with cameras
reloaded, they turned back to the two-way mirror in anticipation. Beryl was
sliding his trousers down his thighs, and they both focused on the bulge of his
erection in his boxer shorts, before switching to Beryl's face, gleaming with
perspiration and anticipation.

One by one she took off Grant's socks and shoes, until all
he wore was his boxer shorts. She was still kneeling on the carpet, and looked
up past the bulge in his shorts to the smile on his face as he beamed down at
her. She could tell he was enjoying this as much as her, and all that remained
was for her to carry on as if she knew what she was doing.

She'd never even seen a naked man, and although she knew
what to expect, she was not prepared for what sprung out from beneath his
shorts when she pulled them down. Waving inches from her face, was a rock hard
penis with veins throbbing. She ran her fingers lightly along the shaft,
feeling it tremble beneath her touch, and that gave her courage.

I'm in control, now. He's trembling when my fingers touch
him, waiting for me to take him, but first I'll have a game…

She wasn't sure, but when she saw how his cock trembled
beneath her touch, she knew that she could capitalise on this, and she lowered
her face to it and let her tongue slip between her lips and caress the bright
red tip. She felt his whole body quiver, and at that point she knew she had
full control.

The taste of the juices now seeping from the end of his
engorged penis was much better than she'd anticipated, or even thought about
all those years alone in her room. It was delicious, and she allowed her mouth
close over the end of his cock, and then sucked and licked hard as she slid
down the long length of the hard shaft until she felt it ram into her throat.

Up and down the cock she went, until a wave of hot emotion
shot through her body from her breasts, now held tight in his hands, right down
to her pussy. She knew that she was ready for him to enter her, so she eased
her head of his now dripping penis, and climbed onto the bed.

She lay with her head on the pillow and her legs wide open,
showing the bright pink edges of her pussy gleam through the thick thatch of
dark hair. She saw him stand to the side of the bed, watching her, so she ran
her hands up and down her thighs until her fingers reached her pussy and pulled
it open.

"I'm ready for you now, Grant, come and take me – I'm yours,
now. Tonight and every night…"

She started to tremble as he climbed onto the bed, but
instead of entering her, he twisted her so she lay sideways across the bed,
with her legs spread wide. He kneeled between her legs, and taking his cock in
his hands he rubbed it against her pussy.

"Now," she cried in a loud screech, "Now, fuck me now!"

With one strong thrust into her virgin pussy, his cock
pushed opened her flesh and drove deep into her body.

"Oh, that's fantastic," she cried, rubbing her arms on his
chest and side, "Again, I want more…"

The door opened in the adjoining room, and Stephen Lyndhurst
crept in on tip toe, when he saw the pair not turn to look at him, but keep
their eyes on the two-way mirror. He came closer and put his head between
theirs, where he was just in time to see Grant thrust into Beryl's virgin body
and hear her screams of delight.

"My God, is that our future Mayor?"

"The only place she's going to preside over after tonight's
effort, is a seedy brothel in Birmingham," chuckled Jack Morgan, turning to
shake hands with Stephen. "Got the papers ready?"

"Yes, do you have the key?"

"In my pocket, but Grant is supposed to leave the door
unlocked, so I may not need it."

"Get ready everybody," said Ray, "He's rolling onto his
back, with Beryl climbing on top. That's the shot I want to get from inside the
room, so I can get the look on her face when you serve the writs."

"Okay, she's on top, and pumping away. Let's go!"

Less worried about noise now, they fled from the room, with
Jack leading the way holding the key in his hand. As he guessed, the door was
unlocked, and he opened it and pushed Stephen ahead, closely followed by Ray
with the movie camera in one hand and a 35mm clicking away in the other hand.

Stephen approached the bed, and stood beside the rapidly
pumping Beryl as she drove up and down on Grant's cock, urging her climax to
come.

"Mr. Grant Wilson, you're served with papers for divorce from
you wife, April Wilson. Miss Beryl Bainbridge, you're served with papers for
adultery and taking away the husband from the pregnant April Wilson."

Beryl turned to look at this intrusion with shock showing in
her eyes, but her climax was surging through her body, so as the solicitor was
servicing the papers, she continued to push up and down on Grant's cock, until
at last her body quivered and shook, and with a loud scream she collapsed onto
his body.

"At the court hearings, I must inform you that I will probably
be called as a witness to your actions tonight, and how you continued your sex
while being served papers."

Stephen left the room, where Ray was still clicking away as
Jack approached the bed with his open notebook and pen.

"Miss Bainbridge, I'm a reporter and stringer for the
Stockport Herald. Do you have anything to say to your supporters at the
forthcoming Mayoral election?"

"Fuck off, all of you," said Beryl, crawling beneath the bed
covers, with tears and mascara streaming down her face, and her bright lipstick
smeared around her mouth.

"Thank you, I'm sure that will get you one or two votes,
when we print the comment below your photos with your adulterous lover."

He took a few more clicks of the large lump beneath the bed
covers, where Grant had now joined Beryl, and then the pair of them left the
room to head for the nearest pub and two large pints of beer.

Grant held the sobbing woman in his arms for almost an hour
before she calmed down, but not before yelling at him for being married, and
making his wife pregnant. He decided not to answer her, mainly because he was
at a loss to know what to say. Joyce had promised him that Beryl would leave
after the photographs, rushing back to her home in tears, and the fact that she
stayed with him was not in the plan.

When she started on again, crying because he was married, he
came up with his own plan and said, "Yes, Beryl, I've been married, but we've
been separated for months while waiting for the divorce."

"But what about your baby?"

"That isn't mine at all, the man she's living with must be
the father…" he said, with rising anger in his voice at the thought of Cyril
and April having a baby, while he was stuck with this harridan.

Beryl seemed to calm down a little, and wrapped her skinny
body around him, and as he looked at her face he saw the mess it was in from
the tears and spreading makeup. He said, "I think you'd better go to the
bathroom, my darling, and repair the tear stains on your face."

"We'll go together and have a nice bath," said Beryl,
sliding off the bed and pulling a reluctant Grant after her.

"There's no room in that small bath," he said, wanting to
make good his escape back to Joyce, who loomed large in his memory like an
angel of mercy, compared to Beryl.

"We'll make room, darling," she said, planting a wet kiss on
his mouth, and smearing lipstick on him, "Now that I've found you, I'm not
letting you out of my sight."

Thirty minutes later, after standing in the narrow bath and
washing each other down, they were snuggled under the covers of the bed, with
the music turned low and all the lights off. Grant held Beryl in his arms, and
hoped she would soon fall asleep, but a couple of minutes later his hope was
dashed.

He felt her hand caress his back and thighs, and then move
around to find his penis. Despite trying to ignore the fluttering of her
fingers by counting backwards from one hundred, his eager cock soon came to
life, as it was still frisky from weeks of inactivity and only a short spell of
action this evening.

"Aren't you tired, my darling," he said, wanting to vomit,
rather than talk to her, let alone make love again.

"That doesn't matter, I can't let my man down, when it is so
obvious he needs and desires me," she said, stroking his stiff penis.

With a silent groan, and a quiet promise to himself to get
it over in less than two minutes, he rolled her onto her back and slipped
between her legs, sliding his cock right into her already moist pussy with
practised ease. He lay along her body, bony and skinny except for her quite
exceptional breasts; he grabbed her bottom and started to thrust in and out of
her hot vagina with mounting enthusiasm.

Beryl reached up and grabbed his face in her arms, giving
him yet another wet kiss. She said, "Slow down, dear, I want our love making to
last forever, and this time with no interruptions from seedy photographers."

He ignored her plea, and continued to pump away, pleading
with his cock to reach a rapid climax. A strong, excruciating pain in his
nipples brought him to a sudden stop, and he looked down to see her fingers
gripping and twisting hard. He saw the mean and purposeful look on her face,
and a flash of fear ran the length of his body.

"Why did you do that?"

"Because my sweetheart didn't do what I asked," she said
sweetly, but with the steely look still on her face, and his nipples held tight
in her fingers. She gave them another slight twinge and said, "Perhaps we can
enjoy our lovemaking, just the way I asked. Do you agree?"

"Yes," he said, gritting his teeth and wondering whether to
just get dressed and leave the woman right now. His weak character won through,
and he did not have the resolve to move. Furthermore, his cock was deep inside
her pussy, and he wanted to experience an orgasm before he left her.

"Yes, what?" said Beryl, giving him a harder tweak on his
nipples.

"She must have fingers like iron pincers!"
he
thought, and grimacing at her he said, "Yes, my darling."

"That's better. I like it when you call me your darling, so
please do so all the time."

"Yes, my darling," he said, thrusting hard with his stiff
cock so it rammed deep inside her pussy.

"Ooh," she gasped, "That's lovely, but slower, and much more
gentle. Okay?"

"Yes, my darling."

 
Okay, the lady wants to play games, does she? Well,
there's one thing in my favour, and I'm going to use it right now – there's
nobody with endurance, like the man who sells insurance.

Grant smiled inwardly as he began long, ponderous movements
in and out of Beryl's gaunt frame. After each slow drive inside her pussy, he
paused for a second and then withdrew at the same pace, before pausing for
another second with the tip of his steaming cock pressing against her hard
little clit. He then repeated the steady procedure time and time again, with no
sign of his orgasm.

He could feel Beryl's body relax and he saw the tension go
from her gaunt face. When she smiled at him, it was only with her mouth, and he
saw the iron resolve gleaming in her eyes. This was a woman determined to have
her own way, and tonight she was having her way with him.

The minutes dragged on, until half-an-hour had passed and
still he continued with his rhythmic pumping in and out of her body. At last
she showed some reaction, and her hands grasped his back. He saw her mouth open
and heard her sighs as she pulled his body downwards, trying to increase his
tempo.

It was obvious her climax was mounting, but he was
determined to end the fuck as it had started, and kept to the same steady
speed.

"Oh, Grant, this is wonderful. I'm coming, now – oh!" she
cried out with a loud yell, and Grant could feel his penis slipping in and out
with great ease as her juices spurted from her pussy. He started to increase
his speed now, and tried to build for his own climax, but she cried out, "No
more, Grant, stop right now – I'm spent."

"But I haven't come yet. Wait a few minutes for me…"

"No, stop right now," she said, in that steely voice. Her
fingers reached out for his nipples, but he stopped his movements the moment he
saw her move.

"Why stop me, Beryl, it's normal to…"

Her fingers rubbed his nipples and she said, "My darling –
remember to say that."

"I'm sorry, my darling, but I have needs, also."

"Of course you do, dear," she said, wriggling from beneath
him and showing surprising strength. He saw the muscles ripple on her thin
arms, and realised she was all bone and muscle, with no fat at all. She
continued speaking as she left the bed and made her way to the bathroom, "But
you must learn to reach your climax when I reach mine, mustn't you? That way we
will come together in harmony and love."

He looked in dismay at his still hard cock and glanced up at
her retreating figure and said, "I guess you're right, my darling."

She stopped to turn at the doorway and said, "Of course I
am, my dear. As you will learn I'm always right. And if we climax together,
embraced in each other's arms, it also means something else. Can you guess
what?"

Totally bewildered by her actions, and confused by her
chattering, he had no idea what she was going on about so he said, "No, my
darling, what?"

"It means we'll make the most beautiful baby!" she said,
giving him a steely smile as she held out her hand to him. "Come along, Grant,
bath-time for naughty boys…"