In The Name Of Love

by Rilbury, Jendai

  CHAPTER 24

  Next door to the room where Beryl was taking off Grant's silk tie, two men were gazing into their room through a two-way mirror. Both men had beads of sweat on their face, and both had loosened their neckties some time before, but neither took their eyes off the scene unfolding before their eyes.

  Raymond Agnew was a fifteen stone, thirty-five year old freelance photographer and apart from the two 35mm cameras around his neck, he held an 8mm movie camera in his hand. All the cameras were expensive, specially silenced pieces of equipment that Ray had been using with some success for a number of years.

  He gave the movie camera to his reporter partner, Jack Morgan, and gestured for his to continue taking selected scenes with it, while he shot some 35mm photos using extra-fast film for the room-lighting next door. Jack was busting for a fag, but could not risk the smoke filtering into the room next door. Two years ago, when filming a politician with a local TV star, they'd blown their cover when he lighted a cigar.

  When Jack was hired for this job by Cyril Worthington, he was paid half his fee in advance and told not to blow this one, or it would be the last time he worked in the county.

  Ray took a couple of great shots of Beryl from the side, showing her breasts to perfection as she rubbed up against Grant's coat jacket, before slipping it over his shoulders and tossing it onto the chair, covering her handbag.

  Then he zoomed in on her stubby fingers as she struggled with the buttons on his shirt, and all the time Grant ran his hands up and down her body until she quivered with excitement. The cameras clicked away silently as Grant's shirt fell to the ground, and then they focused on Beryl's face, as she undid his belt.

  "I bet you a quid she goes down on him," said Jack, in an almost silent whisper, wiping his face with the back of his arm.

  "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.

  CHAPTER 25

  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…"

  CHAPTER 26

  Joyce was up late on Sunday morning, and her first action was to go to Grant's room where she was shocked to find it empty, with the bed still made. The plan was for him to return here, once he managed to pack Beryl off, and she'd left her door ajar, hoping to find him in her bed when she woke.

  She stomped downstairs and made herself a pot of tea, while she read the morning papers. There were no reports about last night, but she wasn't expecting any in these early editions. She decided to have breakfast and go to the station for the late editions of the London newspapers.

  After breakfast, she rang the hotel, but the receptionist said, "Mr. Wilson has left a message that he wants no calls, and is not to be disturbed." Joyce thanked the woman, and banged down the receiver as she said, "If he's spent the night with that woman…" Her anger and upset brought tears to her eyes, and she checked her face in the hall mirror.

  When she went upstairs, she saw Cyril's bedroom doo
r closed and she could hear April's happy giggles. This normally made her smile, but today it only made her sad, because she suddenly felt alone. She and April had become good friends and Joyce had managed to get her a part-time job in a Nursing Home.

  It was charity work, and April had to take the bus there each day, but she loved helping the sick and wounded people, and came home each afternoon with a broad smile and many stories to tell over dinner.

  Dressed in her best tweed suit and the hat with a large green feather, she left the house a little after ten and jumped into the waiting taxi.

  "Take me to the station, first, please driver."

  It didn't take her long to find the right newspaper; the late edition of the News of the World carried the story with photographs on the front page, and she purchased two copies.

  "Right, now we go to the Royal Oak Hotel, please."

  "Okay miss," said the driver, throwing his half-smoked cigarette out of the window, before pulling away from the kerb.

  There weren't any guests in the lobby as she made her way to the lifts, but before the doors opened she heard a voice.

  "Oh, hello Mrs. W., how are you this morning," said the hotel manager, in his squeaky voice that always grated on Joyce – as did being greeted as an initial, rather than by a name.

  "Good morning, Mr. Beresford. I was just going up to see my friend."

  He raised his finger to his lips, and gestured for her to enter his office. He looked around the lobby to see who was watching, before he closed the door.

  "What seems to be the problem?"

  "Oh, there's no problem right now, but there may well be later today," he said, nodding to the television set in the corner of his office, where Joyce could see images of Grant and Beryl dancing, and then together in bed. She was glad the sound was turned down.

  "Ah, I understand. Then perhaps it is better I don't go up to his room right now. Has he had breakfast, yet?"