The position in which Bea found herself was a cocksucker's delight-kneeling before two horny young studs who obviously desired the service which her clasping, gliding lips could provide. But she was distraught over the blackmail peril that she didn't throw herself into the act with her customary gusto. Ronnie forced the issue by gripping her expensively coiffed brunette head, pointing it in his direction, and pushing the bald knob of his prick against her lips.
CHAPTER ONE
The driver sneakily adjusted his rearview mirror and eyed the snooty blonde who was seated on the backseat of the limousine.
Twenty-two years old, she had hair the color of corn silk and perky, pointy breasts. She also had legs that looked as if they were made of taffy and went all the way up to here.
Phil Carpucci rubbed himself through his trousers and imagined he was sucking her tits. She would have light-pink nipples; girls of her coloring always did. Her nipples would be rigid, and her young titties would vibrate firmly against his face as he sucked them and she squirmed.
He also would do other things with her, Phil fantasized as his penis grew hard in his pants. He would spread her candy legs wide apart and get right down between them. The hair along her slit would be nearly as pale and silken as the hair on her head, and the interior of her slit would be juicy and pink. Her entire crotch would be beautiful, including the dimple located to the rear of her pussy, snuggled between the pale, rounded cheeks of her ass. Phil would kiss her all over. His hard-on throbbed.
Melanie Jones caught the driver looking lust-fully at her, and a pinkness suffused her fair cheeks.
The dirty man! she thought. He's undressing me with his eyes. I can practically feel him lifting my skirt and stroking me along the pantyhose. I'll bet he would like to get between my legs and ...
NO! I won't think, about such nasty things!
She turned her bead and looked out the window at the luxurious estates that were gliding past. It would be very good to live and work in one of those, she thought, as she looked forward to her first job as a private tutor.
The nude, hairy man stood behind a curtained window and gazed down at the circular driveway where his limousine came to a stop.
"Shit, she's here already," he grumbled.
"What does she look like?" his brunette wife inquired from the bed.
"Can't see her yet. But she's probably a dried-up old crone with her hair in a bun.
"I hope not," said the reclining woman who wore black panties. "Scotty should have a more attractive female than that to teach him about life."
"I'm not hiring her to be the kid's lover, for Christ's sake!" Linc Townsend said as he scratched himself. "She's just going to teach him English and Arith ... "
As Melanie's long golden legs extended from the car, Linc stopped talking. As she stepped out, he pursed his lips. As she began to walk to the door of the mansion, the mounds on her chest jiggling, he whistled.
"Well, what is it?" his wife, Beatrice, asked as she sat up, her big breasts swooping to settle in voluptuous roundness.
"She's a fox!" Linc said with a grin.
"Ooooh?"
"Shit, yes!"
With a grin still plastered to his ruggedly handsome face, the dark-haired man strode across the room, his long cock swaying, and snatched a robe from the closet. Not bothering to put on anything else, he left the bedroom and loped downstairs.
"Miss Jones?" he asked as he approached Melanie in the entry hall. The maid withdrew.
Melanie looked at her prospective employer for the first time and liked what she saw, except for his casual state of attire. She didn't consider that appropriate, though it was only nine o'clock in the morning.
Women usually took to Linc at first glance. Perhaps it was because of his bigness, his extreme masculinity, or his outgoing grin, or it was a combination of all these attributes that impressed them. It didn't seem to matter that he was forty-three years old. The fact that he was quite wealthy helped.
"Good morning, Mr. Townsend!" Melanie said, and smiled.
He took her hand. "Well, well! I didn't expect anyone so young and lovely!"
"Thank you," she replied. "But I thought that you knew my age. The agency said ... "
"Yes, of course. They must have informed me. But I've been so busy these days, getting ready to run for the governorship and all."
"You are running for governor?" Melanie asked, surprised and impressed.
"The official announcement hasn't been made yet, so don't let the word get out," Linc said with a twinkle in his warm brown eyes. "But that's why I'm hiring a tutor for my son. Otherwise I would just let him stay in the academy he's been attending. I'll be traveling around the state, and I want him with me on the campaign. It will be very educational for the lad, don't you think?"
"Yes, I should think it would be."
"Well!" Linc grinned again. "Let's step into the library. I have a contract prepared."
The business part of the interview passed quickly, and Melanie became more enthused by the moment. Working for a gubernatorial candidate-and perhaps the governor himself, if he was elected-would be very exciting. She would practically be part of the state's official family!
She crossed her legs as she sat opposite the handsome, amiable man, and her skirt skidded well above her knees. He looked at her legs, but not lecherously as the chauffeur had done. This man was smooth. Really nice, Melanie thought.
"You have beautiful legs!" he said, changing the subject abruptly. "You should wear stockings and a garter belt instead of pantyhose. Pantyhose are anti-erotic, you know."
She colored. "H-how do you know what I'm wearing?"
"Well, you are wearing pantyhose, aren't you? Most young women do nowadays. And I don't see any stocking tops."
Embarrassed, she tugged at her skirt. "Yes, I am wearing pantyhose. Are stockings and a garter belt required on this job?"
"Don't be silly." Linc smiled. "What you wear is your own business, of course. It just happens that I prefer conventional stockings and garters on pretty legs."
He stood. "Well, if you would like to sign the contract, you can begin today."
It had all happened very quickly, and Melanie was thrilled. She forgot about her new employer's interest in her under things, which didn't seem important. She signed the contract.
"I'll show you to your room," Linc announced. "Then Phil can drive you home and you can pick up your belongings ... unless you happened to bring them with you, of course."
"Well, no, I didn't," Melanie said. "I didn't want to assume anything."
"You're a rather modest girl, aren't you?"
She colored again. "Yes, I suppose you could say that."
"It's not bad," Linc said quickly. "In fact, the trait is appealing. And surprising, also, in a young woman of such beauty and poise! Evidently your parents didn't spoil you."
"My father is a clergyman, so I had a rather strict upbringing."
"Aaaaaah." Linc let the young woman precede him upstairs, and he watched the sensuous undulation of her bottom, the flashing of her silken-sheathed legs. He moved ahead of her in the hallway, his hairy legs splitting the front of his robe as he strode to the room she was to have.
"You see? Bright and sunny!"
"Yes!" Melanie said, smiling as she looked around. "It's lovely!"
"You won't be here very long, however, because the campaign will begin shortly and we'll be moving about this big state-you, my son, my wife, and I. Uuh, Miss Jones ... "
"Yes?" She blinked her blue eyes.
"Incidentally, you won't mind if I call you Melanie, I hope?"
"As my employer, I think that you have that privilege," she replied.
"I hope so. Melanie ... there is one additional duty, over and above your teaching, that I will expect you to discharge."
"What is it?"
Linc stepped to the door and eased it shut. "It concerns my wife. She is, well, a bit unconventional in some of her activities. I will want you to keep an eye on her for me."
Melanie blinked again.
"Now, it's nothing to get excited about," Linc went on. "I'm not asking you to become a spy. Just stay as close to my wife as you can and, uh, let me know if she gets involved in anything that might embarrass me in the campaign."
"What sort of things are you talking about?" Melanie asked.
"You really don't know what I'm driving at?" Linc cleared his throat. "Well, in a word ... sex. Beatrice is AC-DC. Naturally we mustn't let that get out. Even in these days of sexual permissiveness, many voters are still narrow-minded. Beatrice tends to, ah, pick up people, both male and female. She has promised not to, now that we'll be in the public eye. But then, it's hard to teach an old dog new tricks, as they say."
Melanie was blushing strongly. "I'm afraid, Mr. Townsend, that I couldn't ... "
"Linc," he corrected.
"Well, I mean to say that I don't feel entitled to interfere in Mrs. Townsend's personal life."
"Are you quite prudish?"
Melanie swallowed. "I really don't consider myself a prude."
"Let's see."
Linc took off his robe.
The young woman stared at his nakedness-at his long-hanging cock with its bulbous, plum-colored head, and at his immense, hair-encircled balls. She blushed so hard that her cheeks burned, and she felt an odd tingling deep inside.
"Mister Townsend!" she exclaimed in shock.
"Call me Linc," he said, "and please don't be alarmed. "I did this because I frequently go nude around the house, as does my wife. We think nothing about it. Naturally, if you're going to live with us ... "
Melanie shut her eyes. "I don't know ... if I will be able ... . to ... "
"Oh, nonsense! It means nothing. Open your eyes, please!"
She opened them, but continued to blush furiously.
"Are you a virgin?" Linc asked.
"Yes!"
"Well, don't declare it so proudly!" he said in a joking tone. "It's a blasted bore!"
"Mr. Townsend ... Linc ... I really don't think that I ... "
"You've signed the contract," he reminded her, though he had a twinkle in his eyes. "You would not want me to sue the panties off you."
The reference to her "panties" made her even more embarrassed. "If I had realized ... what was involved ... I wouldn't have signed it."
"Nothing is involved, except a certain amount of casualness. And as for you keeping an eye on my wife, you will note that there is a provision in the contract which refers to 'additional miscellaneous duties'. That would cover it, don't you think?"
"I don't know, I'm sure." She was finding it very difficult to keep from staring at the man's cock and balls.
Melanie had never seen male genitals before. She had received her education in an all-girls' college and had dated only when she was at home, then with very respectable young men who were well known to her parents in the small town where they lived. The most extreme sexual activity in which she had engaged was a kiss on the lips.
She had thought about penises. And testicles, too. Girls discussed such things, some of Melanie's classmates even daring to use the vernacular terms. Mostly Melanie had just listened, shocked but fascinated.
She had gotten the impression that men's cocks were rather small, wiggling things except when they got hard-not long, hanging hoses such as Linc possessed. And as for balls-goodness, his looked like they belonged on a bull!
Smiling as if he was pleased that he had shocked her, Linc wrapped his robe about him once again. "Well, why don't you go and get your things now? Phil is probably still waiting in the car outside."
Melanie was grateful for the opportunity to get away from the unpredictable attractive man. She hurried from the room and downstairs, not saying another word.
"You're coming back, aren't you?" Linc called down the staircase, the haste of her departure having given him cause for concern.
"Yes!" she said, flustered, and rushed out.
Linc stood at the head of the stairs and just laughed.
His wife, wearing just her panties, moved up behind him. "Well?"
"She's a jewel!" Linc said. "The most naive young woman I've met in years. I didn't think they grew them like that any more. She's a minister's daughter, which may explain it. Anyway, you'll love her."
"So you're just hiring her for me, hmmm?" Bea inquired cynically, and slipped a hand inside his robe. She felt his cock, which was thicker and more tense than usual, though not hard. "She got to you a little bit."
"Yeah," he said thoughtfully as his wife massaged him. "She's cherry."
"She told you that?"
"I asked her."
"Prick!" Beatrice exclaimed, and pulled his half-hard cock out of his robe.
"Let's go back to the bedroom," he said, turning to lead the way with his semi-turgid penis, exposed.
Bea followed and shut the door. She got in front of her husband and dropped to her knees. "May I serve you, Mr. Governor?" she asked playfully.
As Beatrice sucked on his long, meaty cock, making it very hard and projecting, he imagined that the blonde was doing it. What sweet pink lips she had! And a small mouth. It would be tight around the collar of his dong!
He stroked his penis slowly in and out between his wife's accommodating lips. He appreciated Bea, because, even though she screwed around, she never neglected him-and she gave him the option of screwing around, also. Theirs was an open, easy-going marriage that sewed them both quite well. The only thing he didn't like about the idea of becoming governor was that they would have to tone down their lifestyle. But as long as he had a foxy blonde like Melanie in the house, along with Bea, he needn't feel deprived. He had no doubt in the world that he could make the young teacher.
He pulled his prick poppingly from Bea's sucking mouth, and it flipped upward to stand nearly as high as when he was a kid. It was a full eight inches long. He shucked off his robe and strode to the bed.
Bea scampered in front of him, always eager to be screwed, and flopped onto her back, wiggling out of her panties. Her soft breasts shook, her nipples formed into firm lumps at the center of each wide, pale-brown aureole.
It was, however, the brownish slash between her thighs that Linc eyed as she spread her legs wide apart and lifted them, bending her knees. Her cunt was bordered by thick black hair that curled partially across it. Her labia protruded somewhat, her clit especially prominent. She had the mature attractiveness of a thirty-eight-year-old who had fucked a lot and loved it-who loved it now more than ever!
"Give this to Mama!" she cried, grasping Linc's meaty erection as he knelt.
She pointed his turgid tool into herself, nudging her labia apart with its mushroom-shaped head, exposing moist, rosy flesh for him to glide on. He slid his thick prick into her, inch after inch of it, until, she had it all. The union still felt good to both of them, despite sixteen years of marriage and a great deal of experience on the side.
As Linc began to fuck his wife with long, slow, cunt-stuffing strokes, he thought about the blonde he had just hired and imagined be was fucking her. If Bea realized that, she gave no sign. She wriggled her hips skillfully, bumping them at the same time and the effect was one of gulping at her husband's deep-reaching cock.
Her breasts shook from the vibrations he transmitted to her, and he remained up on straight arms to watch them. The blonde's titties were smaller, and they would be much firmer, he speculated as he stroked into his wife.
She squirmed voluptuously. "It's so goood!" she groaned. "Oooooh, darling, you're all cock! That's why I love you so!"
"And you're all pussy!" Linc replied.
They moved heatedly together, building intensity and speed as they pumped. The bed creaked softly beneath them. Beatrice's breasts began to flop up and down, not loosely but with a full heaviness which Was appealing. Her red mouth opened, and she tossed her brunette head to and fro.
Suddenly she began to bob her hips rapidly, and Link settled down to ride her hard. He fucked her through, one, two ... three gasping, clawing orgasms before he reached a spurting climax which filled the pit of her pussy with his sperm.
They sighed and clung to each other, breathing hard and sweating.
"You're terrific!" Linc said, and kissed her.
"And you're still the best fucker in the world!" Beatrice proclaimed.
They had, indeed, an excellent marriage.
CHAPTER TWO
"You don't have to come up," Melanie said to the pudgy, round-faced chauffeur who opened the car door and ogled her legs as she climbed out.
"But you will want me to carry your luggage, miss," he said.
He was right, the creep!
"Very well," she said, and let him follow her upstairs to the small apartment she had rented upon her arrival in the city and in which she had lived for less than a week, because she had found a position more quickly than she had expected.
Phil shut the door behind him after following her inside.
"Just, uh, sit down," she said a bit nervously. She had never had a strange man in her living quarters before. "Would you ... like a cup of coffee or something?"
"Oh no, miss, thank you," Phil replied. He had watery, rather protruding eyes that suggested those of a puppy dog. He sat.
Melanie had to pee. That was embarrassing, with a man seated there in her combination living and bedroom. The sofa-bed was still open and rumpled, because she had left so quickly that morning.
"Excuse me, please," she murmured and retreated to the bathroom. She carefully locked the door from the inside.
She tingled a bit as she stripped down her panties and pantyhose and sat on the john.
It was really strange of Link Townsend to discuss her pantyhose, she reflected. Imagine him suggesting that she wear a garter belt and stockings instead! What business was it of his, for goodness sake, what she wore underneath her skirt so long as she kept her skirt down ... which she certainly intended to do! Well, he was an outspoken, uninhibited man ... not at all as she had imagined a politician might be. When the agency had sent her out on the interview, they had described him as a "wealthy socialite".
Finished pissing, Melanie lifted her bottom and wiped herself. She flushed the john, stood, and restored her clothing, then washed her hands.
She wasn't sure whether she was imagining it or not, but it seemed that the chauffeur looked at her strangely when she came out of the john. Had he been visualizing what she was doing in there, she wondered. The dirty man!
She tried not to look at him as she went about the business of packing though she had to carry everything past him in order to put it into her suitcases which she, had opened on the bed. Her panties, for instance. And her brassieres. And nighties. And pantyhose. The chauffeur saw them all.
He was watching her a lot, also. She could feel his eyes on her curvy bottom and on her legs and on the youthful thrust of her breasts as she stood silhouetted in front of him.
"I've worked for the Townsend's a long time," Phil finally said, the sudden declaration startling Melanie.
"Have you?" she responded in a tone of faint interest at best.
"Yes. If you want to get along with them, you've gotta get along with me."
Melanie could hardly believe she had heard correctly. She stopped what she was doing and glared at the plump little man.
A half-apologetic look came into his eyes, and he said quickly, "Don't get me wrong. I wouldn't do anything to hurt you! I wouldn't do anything you wouldn't like! Want me to show you what I mean?"
"NO!" Melanie exclaimed irately.
"It's what I do for Mrs. Townsend when she's in the mood."
Melanie took an interest. Perhaps this was something she should find out about and report, she thought, as part of her additional, miscellaneous duties.
"What do you do?" she inquired, almost afraid to know.
"I kiss her between the legs," the chauffeur said, his eyes bright though watery, a sly smile on his fat lips.
Melanie's pink lips parted, and color flooded her cheeks. She could scarcely protest, because she had asked.
"Can I do that with you?" Phil asked eagerly. "I won't tell anybody! I promise!"
Melanie felt a bit weak. Why she didn't immediately say no or even slap the filthy man's face, she didn't understand. But she just stared at him.
He jumped, up. "Please!" he begged. "You'll really like it!"
Kissed ... between the ... legs? she thought. By a chauffeur?
"Lie down ... lie down!" he said quickly, interpreting her hesitation as acceptance.
She suddenly, unbelievably, found herself on her back on the bed, and the obnoxious little man was pulling her skirt up. She wanted to scream, but she was absolutely petrified by shocked fascination. The chauffeur had pulled the proposition on her so abruptly, and had so stunned her with it, that she just seemed to give in, like a bird hypnotized by a snake.
Down came her pantyhose and panties, exposing the puff of light blondeness on her mons. Then the awful man pulled her undies off ... and spread her legs wide while he lifted them into the air.
"Oooooooooh!! Melanie moaned as she felt his face smack her soft pussy.
She began to kick ... and squirm ... and thrill crazily as she wondered:
Can this be ME?
Phil's four-inch penis throbbed rigidly in his pants as he licked like a lap-dog up and down the taut edges of the young blonde's cunt, which were lightly fuzzed. Then his tongue wiggled in between her pussylips and he licked her virginal twat! No man had even looked at it before, and this nasty fellow was licking it!
He thrilled to the faintly salty tang, and she was flabbergasted as he fluttered his eager tongue up and down across the tip of her clitty, turning her on so strongly that she felt like climbing the walls. What she did was to climb in mid-air, in a manner of speaking, by working her legs as she cooed raggedly and panted.
The chauffeur's tongue circled the tiny oval opening of her vaginal channel, and it throbbed so hard that she wanted to be fucked. She really WANTED it! If the fat little man had jumped on top of her right then and had split her maidenhead, she would have called him honey and hugged him, rocking up and down.
She came, flashing hotly ... squealing ... gasping ... sighing from the tips of her toes. Then she let her legs drop against the bed as she felt blissfully relaxed. Phil raised his head, grinning foolishly, and she stared at him.
"You did like it!" he said proudly. "I told you that you would!"
He ripped open his fly, pulled out his peter, and began to stroke. Melanie pushed herself up on an elbow and stared at him. His small cock was a shocker after seeing Linc's horse like appendage. This one was more like she had first expected a penis to be-and it was stiff, ready to use. Her eyes went kind of glassy as she watched the chauffeur stroke it in his plump fist, rolling some loose skin up and down on it, which Linc hadn't seemed to have.
"Uuuuuuh!" he said promptly, and milky stuff spurted from the tip of his quivering, rosy-red organ. It dropped onto the rug.
"Oooh, my goodness!" Melanie, cried, finally finding her voice.
"Thank you, thank you!" the chauffeur said. "Ooh, thank you so much!"
He lifted one, of her feet and kissed each of her rosy-nailed, delicate toes.
To Melanie, the whole incident had been like watching a movie, except she was a part of it. She had never seen a movie like that, anyway!
"You'll have to clean it up!" she exclaimed, trembling as she pointed at the mess on the rug. "Ooh, heavens! Where are my pants and' things?"
After stuffing his penis back into his clothes, the chauffeur produced her panties and pantyhose, all wound up together, and he quickly separated them.
"Let me keep your panties!" he begged, and pressed the white nylon undergarment to his face. He inhaled deeply several times while Melanie stared in amazement.
"Keep them!" she said, shuddering and shutting her eyes. "Yes, oh God, keep them!"
The man happily stuffed her panties into his pocket.
She struggled to her feet, blushing and refusing to look at him. Her hair was mussed, and she felt soiled, but she knew a kind of satisfaction she had never experienced before. At the same time, she castigated herself for letting the shameful thing happen!
She pulled a fresh pair of underpants out of a suitcase, quickly yanked them on, and pulled up her pantyhose. Somehow she completed packing.
She fled to the bathroom and tried to fix her hair without looking herself directly in the eyes. Awful! Awful! Awful! she thought. Why did I DO such a thing?
When she returned to the other room, the chauffeur was seated in the chair again, where he had been originally, and she might have believed that the whole thing hadn't happened, except that she still felt the pleasurable effect of it. She shifted her gaze to the rug and noted that he had cleaned up the mess he had made, using a tissue and dropping it into the waste basket, she supposed. She didn't want to make a point of checking.
"You'll never tell anyone?" she asked raggedly. "Promise?"
"I promise!" he said convincingly.
"Let's go-!" Her tone was still rough and breathy.
"Any time you want me to do that," he said, rising. "Any time. I'll be glad to. And I'll take longer next time. I'll really make you feel good! I'll kiss you everywhere!"
"Oooh, shut UP!" she cried, and hurried, flustered, from the apartment.
The chauffeur followed, carrying her bags.
CHAPTER THREE
Melanie didn't want to eat with the Townsend family that night, though they invited her to do so. She just wanted to hide in her room. But she couldn't do that, and somehow she maintained a sociable demeanor, despite her lingering shame.
She met the child she was going to tutor ... and she met Mrs. Townsend, of course.
The 15-year-old youth was handsome and quiet, just watching her. Mrs. Townsend talked a lot, radiating personality, and Melanie saw how she could attract people sexually, even though she was no longer young. She had large breasts whose quivery tops were exposed by her low-cut neckLinc.
Afterwards Melanie went to her room and, though it was equipped with radio and TV, she merely lay on her bed and stared at the ceiling in silence. She kept thinking about the fat chauffeur, Phil, and what he had done to her. She still could scarcely believe she had let him. It had been an amazing day.
And it wasn't over yet.
When a rapping sounded at Melanie's door, she sat up quickly. She began breathing hard. "Yes?"
"It's Bea, darling! I want to talk!"
"Come in."
As Melanie rose from the bed, the door opened and Beatrice breezed in, the tops of her breasts aquiver. "I'm so glad-you're with us!" she gushed. "I think you're just the right type to get along with Scotty ... and with my husband and me, too."
"Well, thank you," Melanie said, still edgy.
"I understand you don't care much for men."
"What?"
"My husband said you're a virgin."
"He told you that?"
"Mm-hm. We discuss everything!" Bea's eyes sparkled.
"Well then, I suppose he told you that he stripped off his robe in front of me!" Melanie exclaimed, wanting to strike back at him even though it might be dangerous. She felt as if everybody was just pushing her around!
"He didn't tell me, but I'm not surprised," Bea said casually. "Link always was an exhibitionist. It's because of that gigantic prick of his. Personally I think it's a bore, don't you?"
Melanie blushed. "It's ... well, it is big ... I guess."
"You guess? How many genuine eight-inchers have you seen? Oh-! I forgot. You're a virgin. But, of course, that doesn't mean that you haven't played with men. Have you?"
Melanie became angry. "Do any of these things have anything to do with my work as a teacher?" she asked.
"Of course. Everything has something to do with everything else. Now, as to Scotty ... you noticed, I suppose, that he's quite shy."
"Yes," Melanie replied, having toned down some. Her outburst hadn't seemed to faze her employer's wife, anyway.
"One of the things my husband and I expect you to do is to draw Scotty out of himself. Know what I mean?"
"I'm not sure," Melanie replied apprehensively.
"Well, reassure the boy in a personal sense. Get him to talk more. Show some tenderness. Linc and I have always been so busy-on the go all the time-that I'm afraid we've neglected him."
"All right," Melanie replied, thinking that the Townsend's expected quite a lot from a tutor. But she wasn't about to give up the job, despite everything.
"You know, you are very, very pretty!"
Melanie remembered what Linc had said about his wife being AC-DC, and she felt another twinge of apprehension. "It's nice of you to say so," she replied in a reserved tone.
"Oh, I'm not being nice! I'm on the make! Does that frighten you?"
Melanie swallowed. Everybody was coming at her, one after another!
She decided to stiffen her back. "It doesn't frighten me. It just makes me sick!"
"Oh-ho! You don't like men, and you don't like girls, either?"
"I didn't say I didn't like men! Just because I'm a virgin, it doesn't mean that I'm not normal!"
"Of course not!" Bea agreed, then added, "But you're a beauty, and you haven't been under your parent's watchful eyes every minute. You've been away to college. And you're in your twenties. Something is funny."
"Just get out of here!" Melanie cried. "I' don't care if you are my employer's wife. If you want to fire me, go ahead!"
"Shit," Beatrice said, and chuckled.
Melanie blinked.
"What are you so defensive about?" the older woman asked. "If you don't want to go to bed with me, I'm not going to twist your arm! Just think it over, though. If you've never tried it, you don't know how much fun you can have."
Bea turned and exited the room, leaving Melanie staring at the door.
The young teacher made certain that the door was locked before taking off her clothes. Nude, she stepped into the adjoining bathroom, then was shocked to discover that it had another door. The john obviously was shared by her room and the one next to hers. Each door apparently could be locked on both sides, however, and Melanie set the lock on the other door before peeing. After wards she stood, in front of the mirror and stared at herself.
Would that woman really get all excited if she looked at me now? she wondered, finding the whole subject of lesbianism mystifying. There had been whispers about some of the girls at college, but she had always considered it so much dirty talk. Now, however, she wasn't sure. Bea's husband had sad she was gay, and her own remarks confirmed it.
Melanie ran her hands up her sides and to the front, cupping her tip-tilted breasts. She thumbed her rigid pink nipples until they tingled.
What's gotten into me? she wondered with a start, and jerked her hands away. Now I'm even playing with myself.
She removed her makeup, brushed her teeth, and returned to the other room where she donned a blue-and-white nightie with tiny frilled pants. She realized then that she had forgotten to unlock the opposing bathroom door, and she went to do it. Her titties jiggled in her see-through nylon gown. Quickly exiting the bathroom, she locked it on her side and went to bed.
She tried to forget everything, but couldn't. She should be happy, she thought, starting her career in such an auspicious way, as a tutor in the household of the man who might be the next governor. But she was upset and anxious.
That dirty chauffeur, Phil, was the main cause of it, she concluded. He was nothing but a slimy pervert!
But, oh, how good it had felt when he had licked her between the legs! She had gotten a real sexual thrill for the first time in her life-an orgasm, she guessed it was. It had felt wonderful!
How would it have fit if he had put his cock in me? she wondered.
Oh, you ARE getting nasty! she scolded herself. GO TO SLEEP!
Finally she did.
It was not long before she was awakened by a rattling sound. Sitting up in bed, she realized that someone was testing her bathroom door. The person was in the john, trying to enter her room-or at least seeing if he or she could!
Linc? she wondered, as she trembled. Would he be that sneaky?
Beatrice?
Young Scotty? Surely not!
The chauffeur! Melanie decided. It had to be him!
Well, the door was locked, so she was safe. Still, she remained tense. Even after the rattling stopped and she heard the other bathroom door close, she couldn't go back to sleep for a long while.
The next morning Melanie had her first instructional session with Scotty, and indeed he was shy. She could hardly get him to say a thing as he watched her with his big dark eyes and listened.
Finally she told him, "Well, that's enough Math. Let's talk about you. What do you do for fun?"
"I play tennis sometimes, and chess with my dad when he has the chance."
"Do you have a girl friend?" Melanie asked, just to be conversational.
"What's the matter? Don't you like girls?"
"Yeah."
"Then, what's holding you back?" Melanie asked with a smile.
"Young girls are silly," be said.
"Oh, I see! You've got your eye on an older woman!" Melanie thought she was making a joke.
The boy didn't say anything, but just stared at her. She squirmed nervously in her chair opposite his, and tried to think of something else to say. Scotty dropped his gaze to her crossed legs.
He likes me, she thought. I guess I even attract him sexually.
It gave her a warm feeling.
But he's only a child! she reminded herself. Why, I doubt if he could ... even DO anything!
"I guess that's all for this morning," she said nervously, and rose. "Let's go at it again at one o'clock."
"Can't," Scotty said. "Dad's giving a press conference, and I'm supposed to be there. He's going to announce his candidacy."
"Oh."
Melanie watched the boy leave the room.
Strange child! she thought. But nice. And VERY good-looking. Smart, also. He went through that math lesson like a whiz.
"Well, how'd he do?" Linc asked when he met Melanie in the hall, coming out of the improvised classroom.
"Very well!" she said enthusiastically.
Linc surprised her by slipping an arm around her and patting her springy buttocks. She jumped.
"Don't DO that!" she demanded.
Linc chuckled. "You're mighty sensitive. Remember what I told you-we're not prudish around here."
He went on his way, and she thought again, I ought to quit! Still, she didn't want to.
In the kitchen the middle-aged housekeeper prepared her some lunch. The Townsend's were already getting ready to leave for the press conference.
"How would I get into town," she asked the housekeeper, "to do some shopping?"
"Phil could drive you, I guess. But there's a bus, three blocks away."
"Okay, I'll take the bus."
Later she did so, and at the nearby shopping center she purchased two garter belts and some nylons. She was doing it just because Linc had asked her to, though it didn't mean anything, she assured herself. He would never know the difference.
That evening there was a party at the Townsend house-to celebrate Linc's announcement of candidacy, Melanie supposed. She kept pretty much to herself. Later, when most everyone had left, she came down for a glass of warm milk before retiring.
She walked in on Beatrice and a man who were alone in the kitchen. Melanie saw, in a single shocked glance, that the man had taken down the top of Bea's dress-or she had done it for him-and he was kneading and rolling her soft, rounded breasts while they kissed.
Hot-cheeked, Melanie withdrew. She met Linc in the entry hall after he had let out the last of the other guests. He was glowing and tipsy as he turned toward her.
"I just saw something," she said, feeling she owed it to him to report it.
"Yeah? Well, good for you!" He chuckled. "Mind telling me what you're talking about?"
"Your wife with a man," Melanie said softly as she blushed. "You told me to report things like that."
"Oh. Yeah, I did. Where are they?" Linc seemed to take it quite casually.
"In the kitchen. They were kissing, and-well ... the top of her dress was down."
"You don't say!" Link laughed.
He's quite drunk! Melanie thought. I should not have said anything.
"Good night." She turned to leave.
"Wait!" Linc exclaimed, clutching her arm. "Let's investigate this indecency!"
Against Melanie's will, he walked her to the kitchen, and they entered.
"Ted!" he bellowed at the man with Bea. "Let go of my wife's titties!"
"Aaw, hell, do I have to?" the' handsome younger fellow asked, grinning, and Melanie realized that the three of them were on very intimate terms.
"Say who is this?" Ted asked as he looked at the pretty blonde.
"Leave her alone," Linc advised, snatching a left-over hors d'oeuvre off a tray. "She doesn't play," he added as he munched.
"What a pity!" blonde-haired Ted replied.
"Yes, isn't it?" Bea spoke up, after tucking away her breasts.
Melanie didn't believe these people.
"Please excuse me," she said, and left the room, her cheeks burning.
She hurried upstairs, feeling like a fool. As she opened her bedroom door, she heard a sound behind her, and she turned just as Linc sprang. Laughing, he pushed her into the room, swung the door shut, and tried to shove her down onto the bed.
She twisted free. "You're drunk!" she exclaimed. "Stop it!"
"Baby, I'm not drunk! I'm just happy! It's a great day!"
He lunged again, this time clutching Melanie, twisting her about, and sending her tumbling across the bed. She twisted onto her back and kicked, to try to ward him off. All that was accomplished was the skidding of her skirt to her lap ... exposing snugly gartered stocking tops and her bare thighs!
"You bought 'em!" Linc cried. "Bless your heart!"
He dropped to his knees next to the bed, grasped both her legs, and dove between them. To Melanie's consternation, he began licking along the inner slope of her right thigh as she twisted and tried to kick him, but to no avail. His tongue skidded to the narrow lace fringe of her pink panties, and his nose pressed against the panties themselves, tickling-for all she knew, sniffing-her pussy through the thin nylon.
"Ooooooh!" she cried, chagrined and frightened.
This was no oddball little chauffeur who was after her now! This was the next governor of the state, perhaps, and the man she worked for!
He began licking her other thigh as he continued to hold both her legs up and wide apart. All that stood between him and her total lack of modesty was the crotch-strip of her panties!
She gasped and uttered frenzied cries. She batted Linc on the head and kept trying to kick free. But nothing helped. He pushed her legs higher and licked along a garter on the back of her left thigh.
She felt intensely humiliated. Worse than that, she was terrified of what might happen next. The man was drunk. He might even rape her!
He scrambled forward and onto the bed, belly whopping atop her. He hooked her legs with his, holding them down, and he pinned her arms with his hands. He tried to catch her mouth as she flopped her head from side to side, panting, her shoulder-length blonde hair getting mussed.
Finally, he caught her lips with his, pressed them even wider apart, and sank his tongue into her honeyed oral cave. Melanie was offended as he rapaciously kissed her. She had never been tongue-kissed before.
She got one hand free and clubbed him with it, on the side of the head. His response was to rear up and slap her. She gasped and clutched her burning cheek, her blue eyes wide as she stared up at him.
"Take your fucking clothes off!" he snarled, and yanked her to her feet. "I'm going to screw you!"
CHAPTER FOUR
What did a girl say to that? No? That would have been laughable!
Remind the next governor that he was breaking the law?
Run? They were in his house. Where could she go?
She stood and stared at Linc, her lower lip quivering. "P-please don't!"
"Oh, shit!" he said. "Don't bawl!"
"Than leave me alone!"
"That ass of yours-why's it so goddamned precious?"
He was power-mad, Melanie concluded. That was why he wanted to become governor. He was dangerous! He thought he could do anything he wanted ... to anyone. Now she was it. Tomorrow it might be the whole state.
These thoughts flashed swiftly through her mind as she faced him, panting and desperately trying to think of a way out. Then the door opened, and Bea appeared.
"What are you dooo-ing to the girl?" she asked her husband. "I heard her screaming!"
"She's a goddamned cold-assed bitch!" he said, then told Melanie, "You're fired!"
"Good!" she exclaimed, immensely relieved that she hadn't been raped.
"Wait ... wait!" Beatrice spoke up. She moved to Melanie's side. "Linc, you've had too much booze, you crazy bastard! Go to bed!"
"But I want something!" he whined, surprisingly showing a streak of little-boy petulance. "This is my night!"
"You've got a number," Bea said. "Call it. They'll send you a whore who'll love to screw the next governor!"
"How about you?"
"I've got to comfort this girl, if you don't want her walking out on us!"
"Fuck!" he exclaimed. "I fired her!"
"Well, fuck yourself!" Bea retorted. "I'm hiring her back!"
"No!" Melanie said firmly. "I want to quit!"
"Shhh." Over her shoulder, Bea said, "Linc, you get out of here!"
The future governor obeyed.
Bea shut the door and smiled at Melanie. "Well ... well ... well," she said, trying to make light of it. "He's a sonofabitch when he gets loaded, isn't he?"
"He's mean and nasty!" Melanie sniffled. "He slapped me! And he pushed up my dress!"
"Is that all?"
"He licked my legs."
"Oh, yes. He's a leg-licker, all right ... among other things."
"I just want to leave here!" Melanie pleaded.
"No, you don't!" Bea insisted. "Not really! After you have a nice warm bath and get some sleep, you'll feel better. Now take your clothes off and I'll start the tub."
Take her clothes off in front of Bea? That would be almost as bad as submitting to Beas' husband, Melanie thought.
"I'll, uh, start my own bath," she said.
"Okay. Then I'll help you undress." Bea moved up and began to fuss with Melanie's blouse. After all that she had been through, the innocent blonde felt too weak to protest. At least Bea couldn't penetrate her, she thought, and let the older woman take her blouse off.
"Oooh, nice tits!" Bea said as she ogled the pert, pink-nippled beauties sheathed in Melanie's see-through bra.
She stripped the girl's skirt down, and Melanie stepped out of it, revealing pink panties, garter straps and stockings. "You dress just like I do," Bea said. "Is that a coincidence or ... ?"
"Your husband asked me to wear a garter belt and stockings," Melanie replied wearily. "I don't know why I did it."
"I do. Because subconsciously you knew he would be after you."
"No! I don't want to have sex with him! You've got to believe me!"
"Sure," Bea replied sarcastically, and reached around to unhook her brassiere.
As the brunette pulled the bra forward, Melanie realized that things were going too far. She covered her erect, shapely breasts with her hands.
"Oooh, let me seeee them, darling!" Bea purred. "Pleeeeeeease!"
"Why?" Melanie asked plaintively. "I don't want to have sex with you, either, you know!" she added more sharply, and her blue eyes flashed.
"Just let me see your sweet titties ... " Bea begged, and pried her hands away. Melanie blushed as her breasts were bared.
"Delightful!" Bea exclaimed. "Ooooh, yes, they are precious!"
"May I take my bath?" Melanie asked in a small, chagrined voice.
"Of course! Let's go in and start the tub."
Bea watched the pretty blonde move in front of her, her shapely breasts seeming to be spring mounted as they bobbed quiveringly up and down. Melanie's bottom twisted in her thin briefs, crescents of pale buttocks showing beneath the lace-scalloped elastics. Her thighs were full and creamy at their tops, contrasting lusciously with her expanded stockings.
Bea followed Melanie into the bathroom and eyed the blonde even more hotly as she bent to turn on the tub. Melanie's tits hung down and trembled. Her bottom stretched her briefs until they were drum-taut, her asscrack showing hazily through.
When she straightened up, the other woman put her hands on Melanie's waist and said, "Now, let's just slip your panties off ... "
The frightened girl trembled as Bea pulled her stretchy, pale-pink pants down. Bea knelt behind her to take the panties off, and she remained kneeling, eyeing the young blonde's perfectly proportioned ass.
Ladies' asses were at their best when framed by garter straps and stocking tops, as Melanie's was right then, and Bea appreciated having such beauty displayed right n front of her face. She touched the girl's stocking-sheathed legs with a feathery caress which glided up across Melanie's stocking tops and along her taut garter straps. Noting the imprints which her panty elastics had made on her tender, plump buttocks, Bea leaned forward and licked on of the faint Lincs.
Melanie jumped. All this attention from another woman-the stripping and looking and the stroking, now the kissing-had made her nerves raw, as if they hadn't been jangled to begin with. She wanted to run, but it was too late. How could she race out of her room wearing only a garter belt and stockings? Especially with drunken and rapacious Linc lurking around?
It appeared more and more certain that she would have to submit to Bea in order to save herself from Bea's husband. But what would it be like to have another woman make love to her? And would she be expected to do anything in return?
Still squatting, Bea turned her around, and the bisexual brunette stared at the cloud of blonde fluff which clung to her mons. This, too, was made especially appealing by the framework of her garter belt and hose.
Bea stroked her creamy thighs, full and smooth above her stocking tops. She bent and nuzzled Melanie's sexual floss.
If the bathtub hadn't been fifing, Bea probably would have marched her appealing young conquest to the bed straight off. But she opened Melanie's garters and brushed her stockings down, picking them off her toes. Then she removed the blonde's garter belt.
Melanie was dismayed and anxious. Bea's nuzzling and stroking had stimulated, her; but it also had troubled her deeply, because she felt she shouldn't respond that way to another female. Bea stretched to turn off the water.
"Now in you go, darling," she said, rising to support Melanie by an arm as the latter stepped over the rim of the tub. The embarrassed blonde sank into the warm water, grateful to be granted at least a temporary respite from the other woman's troubling touch.
However, that wasn't to be. Melanie had no sooner sat down in the tub before Bea began to strip off her own clothes. And from the way she was smiling at Melanie, it was clear that she wasn't merely preparing for bed but intended to join the younger girl in the bath. Her breasts bobbed heavily as she peeled down her dark stockings. Her briefs and garter belt followed, after which she did indeed step into the tub and sit facing the blonde.
Bea spread her own legs along the outside of the other girl's thighs, and she grasped Melanie's knees, folding them up. This had the effect of opening both women's pussies, and, since the water was not yet clouded by soap, they could inspect each other's sexual equipment.
What a difference between the two twats!
Bea's very hairy snatch had protrusive dark lips which were loose and which opened with the spreading of her legs to reveal her deep rosy center. It was a meaty feast which she offered.
Melanie, on the other hand, had a pussy of delicate hue and configuration, the pink edges of its small lips scarcely visible between the snug beige outer labia which were adorned by sparse golden hairs.
Bea took in all this with hot eyes while Melanie's gaze was shocked, yet fascinated. The older woman snatched some soap and began to work up a lather in her hands.
Melanie bit her lip as Bea placed her soapy hands on the blonde's breasts. Melanie shut her eyes when Bea began lovingly to massage her titties.
It did feel good, Melanie had to admit. Sinfully good. The older woman had knowing hands, applying just the right amount of pressure as she squeezed the resilient titty-flesh, stroking on a slippery film of soap out to Melanie's sensitive nipples. She plucked at the tender buds and rolled them between her thumbs and fingers. Melanie's nipples throbbed.
Her pink lips parted, and she breathed heavily.
"Ooooooooh ... "
Bea smiled.
She left the girl's tits covered with soap, her pink nipples jutting through the bubbles, and stroked downward until her hands were under water.
"Why don't you stand?" Bea suggested.
"Why?"
"I want to soap your pussy, of course," the brunette explained.
Shakily the younger woman got to her feet as Bea helped support her. To have her pussy washed by another woman was indecent, but Melanie had to find out how it would feel.
Standing, she spread her legs as far as she could, keeping a hand on one of Bea's shoulders so that she wouldn't fall. Bea stared directly at her delicate snatch which was invitingly wet, the blonde hairs plastered against the velvet skin at each side of her slit.
Bea worked up some new lather and applied it to Melanie's hips, reaching around to soap the girl's buttocks. Melanie's nicely curved asscheeks felt like firm sponge-rubber as Bea stroked and rolled them with soapy hands. Bea's fingertips entered audaciously between the slippery mounds to stroke up and down the girl's crack. Bea's middle finger centered on Melanie's asshole, moving in a circular way against the converging tiny puckers. The innocent young woman gasped as Bea pushed a soapy finger in.
"Oooh, nooh ... pleeeeease!" Melanie begged as Bea stroked her slick digit in and out of the girl's grasping, rubbery ring.
"You have such a tight ass!" Bea said admiringly as her finger continued to pump in and out. "I can tell that you've never been screwed back there."
"Wh-what do you meeean?" Melanie asked in consternation.
"No man has ever put his prick up your asshole," Bea elaborated.
"Up my ... ? Good Lord!" Melanie exclaimed. "Men don't do thaat, do they?"
Bea chuckled. "Oooh, you bet they do! Linc loves to do it, and, with that huge whang of his, a girl feels like she's being split right in two."
"Oh, I couldn't stand that!" Melanie said. "I would die!"
"Nonsense," Bea retorted, pulling her finger from Melanie's tight anus with a slippery, sucking sound. "But it will loosen your asshole up a bit"
"Even having your finger in there makes it feel looser now," Melanie reported.
"But it did feel kind of good, didn't it?"
"I ... I don't know," the younger woman replied non-comittally.
"Wait until I stick my tongue in it! That will give you a kick, I'm sure."
"You're going to-stick your tongue-up my ... ?" Melanie couldn't bring herself to say it as she blushed crimson.
"Ass," Bea completed. "Of course! Although I must admit that I don't think I'm as good at it as Phil is."
"The ... the chauffeur?"
"Yes. He loves to lick ladies assholes," Bea said. "You should let him do it to your sometime."
Melanie was trembling, and she felt hot all over. She wanted to jump out of the tub and run. But where?
Bea had rinsed and re-lathered her hands and now attacked the fuzzy, wet softness at the front of Melanie's crotch. She stroked the elastically snug lips of Melanie's pussy, soaping them on the outside, then gradually working them apart. She tickled the tip of the girl's clit, making her gasp, then worked soapy fingers in and out of all the precious little folds. A finger cautiously reamed the entrance to Melanie's tunnel of love, entering far enough to confirm that the girl indeed was a virgin. This contact drew another gasp from her.
"Sit down, darling, and rinse off," Bea directed.
Melanie sat, her ass spreading. Water seeped into her anus to rinse it. Her pussy was quite thoroughly rinsed as Bea manipulated its velvety folds. The older woman then washed the soap off Melanie's tits until they were squeakily clean and bobbed springily to the touch. Her rigid pink nipples gleamed.
"Get onto your hands and knees now," Bea said. "I want to rinse your bottom better."
Melanie obeyed. She had come this far, so she saw no point in starting to erect roadblocks.
She bent forward, presenting her pretty ass to Bea. The latter splashed water between her butt cheeks as she spread her tight asshole with the other hand, and Melanie could feel the splashes rinsing all the soap from her forbidden passage. Strange thrills coursed through her, mingling with her embarrassment.
"Now you can wash me," Bea invited pertly when the blonde had turned around and resumed a sitting pose.
"Ooh, no! Really! I don't think I ... "
Bea handed her the soap. "Do my boobs first."
Boobs they were. Big and hangy, but fully rounded, so that the effect was one of mature voluptuousness-a sexual turn-on in its own way. Not to Melanie, however. She was aware of no attraction to another woman's breasts.
Not until she started soaping them, that is. Bea's breast-flesh was so slippery-smooth in her bands, and so springy-soft, that she began to feel funny as she fondled the tits. Bea's nipples were thick and not as jutting as Melanie's-more like little wads of gum. But they nevertheless fascinated the girl as she stroked them.
Melanie raised each of Bea's breasts and soaped the creases underneath-creases which Melanie scarcely possessed.
Bea rose to her feet.
My God! Melanie thought. I'm going to have to do the whole bit!
She didn't protest, however, having worked up more than a casual interest in the activity by that time. She lathered her hands and soaped Bea's buttocks, which were softer and floppier than hers, but still not badly shaped. She stroked only lightly through the other woman's asscrack, which prompted Bea to say:
"Wash my ass like I did yours! Stick your finger in it!"
Blushing, Melanie did tickle Bea's asshole with a soapy fingertip. But she didn't enter through the puckers which, as Bea had indicated, were not nearly as tight as her own. Bea had been screwed up the ass, all right!
The thought of such lovemaking frightened Melanie, and she realized she would have to be on her guard if she ever went to bed with a man, so as to make certain that he didn't plunge into the wrong hole and hurt her. That if was still a big one. She assured herself that she didn't want to go to bed with a man at all.
She mulled over this as she stroked Bea's pussy with her soapy hands, getting lost in the wealth of hairy softness between the other woman's legs. Bea seemed to appreciate the treatment which Melanie gave her, fumbling and inept though it was. Melanie stuck two fingers up the brunette's throbby hole and even stroked them in and out a few times while Bea squirmed.
"Ooooh, darling!" the latter cried. "I ear hardly wait to get down onto the bed with you!"
If Melanie wasn't actually looking forward to that, she was getting more and more fascinated by the prospect. And the only way to cure one's curiosity was to give in to it, she realized.
The women, shiny clean, rose from the bathtub together and dried each other off before scampering back to Melanie's room. They rolled onto the bed together. The young blonde had never felt so loose and willing to experiment with something new ... even something forbidden.
Laughing, Bea rolled atop her, and the brunette's boobs hung down, swaying. Melanie eyed them, wondering if she wanted to find out what it would be like to suck another woman's nipple. But she was not given the opportunity right then, for Bea settled down against her and wiggled lower until Bea's face was against Melanie's firm-spongy breasts and the brunette's asplike tongue was striking at a nipple.
"Ooooooooo!" 'Melanie cooed.
Bea licked her standing pink tip, bending it to and fro, sending tickly, warm sensations spreading through her. Then Bea sucked the nipple into her mouth, and Melanie thrilled intensely. It was the first time her breasts had ever been treated in this way.
Bea made thorough love to both quivery mounds until they throbbed and Melanie's very stiff nipples tingled hotly. Then the other woman's loving mouth meandered southward, her tongue darting into Melanie's belly button. Melanie knew where she was going. It was where Phil, the nasty chauffeur, had gone. She wondered whether it would feel different when a woman kissed her down there.
She soon found out, as Bea gripped her legs and licked them, spreading them wide apart. Bea plunged. Melanie caught her breath from the audacity of the other woman's onslaught as Bea's tongue immediately pried open the portal of her moist cunt. Bea licked up and down the slippery flesh-furrow, lapping across Melanie's clit. The tiny fang of flesh stiffened and throbbed. Melanie squirmed. She moaned.
Bea's hands, which gripped the girl's upraised legs, rocked her to and fro as Bea mouth-mauled her sweet sexual flesh, licking in and out of her love pot, scarcely leaving her ditty alone for a moment. Melanie felt her juices spurting. Hot blood sped through her veins. She wanted to reach the kind of climax she had experienced with Phil.
Suddenly Bea flopped her over, and her rounded asscheeks trembled. The brunette lovingly licked her rear, breathing into the crack between her buttocks. She spread those buttocks salaciously apart, and her tongue entered between them.
"Oooh, Godddd!" Melanie cried stutteringly and bunched the bedclothes in both hands as Bea's wicked tongue circled wetly on the star of her anus.
Melanie tried to relax, but her sphincter muscle automatically tightened. Nevertheless, the pressure of Bea's insistent tongue broke through, and Melanie felt the shameful thrill of having her asshole penetrated by the slippery, meaty-thick invader. Melanie palpitated and moaned as Bea licked slitheringly in and out of her tight, sweet tasting ass. Melanie's buttocks bobbed, shaking against Bea's cheeks.
Just when the younger woman felt she was about to come, without her pussy even being included in the action, Bea raised her head and left the aroused girl hanging.
"NOOOOO!!" Melanie bawled, and quickly rolled onto her back, hoping for further oral ministrations to her hot and throbbing cunt.
She got her wish, but in a way she hadn't expected: Bea mounted her the wrong way around, her head toward Melanie's feet and her crotch tented above the girl's shocked face.
Bea immediately dived between Melanie's legs and resumed licking her pussy. The latter just stared up at the older woman's meaty, hair fringed twat.
She just stared for a while, that is. Then, as Bea's devilish tongue circled and stroked, stretching the pink folds of Melanie's virginal cunt and fluttering repeatedly across the tip of her clit, the younger woman couldn't resist clutching Bea by the hips and hauling her down so that her moist, meaty vulva slammed against Melanie's mouth. Oh, God, I'm KISSING it! Melanie thought, amazed with herself ... and tremendously excited also, as she tongued and lipped the other woman's fleshy vulva.
It was an amateurish treatment which Melanie gave in return for Bea's ardent and expert ministrations to her flaming young fuckhole. But it obviously was appreciated, for Bea's licking became even more passionate until Melanie's hot little pussy bobbed up and down. Bea smeared her own cunt against Melanie's mouth as the girl tongue-stabbed her clit and tasted Bea's juices dribbling down her throat.
It wasn't bad. None of it was bad. In fact, Melanie was wildly excited! She clutched Bea's ass, as Bea clutched hers, and they gave to each other unabashed mouth love while they both climaxed, wet pussies palpitating against sucking lips and licking tongues.
There was no way that either of them could have been aware of the young mascuLinc figure which stood in the doorway of the bathroom, staring at his mother and his teacher, locked in lesbian embrace upon the bed, while he stroked his boyish hard-on in his fist. Scotty's mouth lolled open, and his eyes hotly stared at his mom's upraised ass, which Melanie was kissing ... and at Melanie's spread thighs, with his mother's head between them.
The boy stroked his flesh-gun faster and faster, until finally it spurted. He shut his eyes and grimaced pleasurably as his adolescent sperm arced into the air and splatted silently onto the carpet. Then he turned and went back to his own room through the john, as he had come. In their excitement earlier, neither woman had thought to lock the connecting door.
CHAPTER FIVE
Melanie hardly knew what to think when she awoke the next morning. Should she be grateful for having been saved from a rape by Linc, thereby keeping her virginity intact? Or should she be-moan the fact that she had been led into a lesbian affair which, even more disturbingly, she had enjoyed?
Better to forget the whole thing, she decided, and try to get off to a fresh start with the Townsend's.
Linc was busy with campaign matters, and Bea was packing for their first electioneering trip, when Melanie got together with Scotty for' his morning lessons.
The youth seemed to take no interest in the material at all. Each time Melanie glanced up from her book, she caught him staring at her.
Finally she had to ask, "What is it? You've been day-dreaming ever since we started."
"I'm sorry," the boy murmured, and blushed.
"You know, Scotty, I think you need a girl!"
"Do I?"
"Yes, Melanie said. "And if you knew a nice girl that you could spend some time with this morning, I would excuse you from your lessons. You don't seem to be learning much anyway."
"I do know a girl I like," Scotty said, "but I guess she doesn't care anything about me."
"How do you know? Have you asked her?"
"I'd be afraid to," the lad replied. "She's a lot older than I am."
"Oh. Well, that could be dangerous-getting mixed up with an older woman, I mean."
"It wouldn't be dangerous if she knew how to treat a young person, I guess. If she was somebody like a ... teacher."
Melanie blinked. A little throbbing started, deep inside her.
"You don't mean ... " Her voice faltered.
"Yes," Scotty said. "I mean you!"
He blushed furiously and got up, rushing from the room. Melanie just sat and stared after him.
In a moment, the door opened, and Bea appeared.
"What got into Scotty? I happened to be walking along the hall when he ran out of here like a pup with a scalded tail."
"Oh." Melanie looked away, and her own cheeks took on a rosy hue. "He, uh, had the notion somehow that he likes me. I mean, in a sexual way. He'll get over it, I guess."
"You're remarkable, do you know that?" Bea said warmly as she moved up next to Melanie's chair. "You walked into this house, and everyone fell for you. I've been thinking a lot about last night. It was wonderful!"
Bea tried to slip an arm around the younger woman, but Melanie leaped to her feet and away.
"We're never going to do anything like that again!" she said. "It wouldn't have happened last night except Linc had scared me. He was going to rape me when you burst into the room and stopped him, so I guess I was grateful ... and weak, after all that had happened." She raised her blonde head higher. "But I never want to do it anymore!"
"We'll see about that," Bea replied. "But I won't press the issue now. I'm much too busy packing." She turned and started for the door, then stopped and looked wisely at Melanie. "About last night, there was a simple way you could have stopped Linc. Lots of smart girls use it who want to stay virgins."
"What way is that?" Melanie asked.
"You could have sucked Linc off."
"What?"
"Certainly," Bea said. "He loves to have his cock sucked. And once you got it in your mouth, you could have kept working on it until he spurted. He wouldn't have been able to hurt you then ... for awhile, at least. You could have gotten away."
Melanie just stared at the other woman.
"Well, it's something to think about if anything like that ever happens again."
With a smile, Bea was gone.
Melanie stood, all aquiver inside as she stared at the closed door.
Take Linc's cock ... in my MOUTH? she thought. COULD I?
That would be so NASTY!
But maybe not any nastier than kissing Bea's pussy, when you come right down to it, and I did that.
She paced, trying to decide if she had the nerve to resort to such a means of self-protection. She wondered how a cock would taste. Bea's pussy hadn't tasted bad, but, then, it had just been washed. Linc wouldn't stand by, Melanie felt sure, while she washed him up before sucking him.
Oh, what am I THINKING about? she wondered wildly. If I'm going to let Linc put big cock in my mouth, I might as well let him put it in my pussy! But, no! Then I wouldn't be a virgin any more. And I might even get pregnant. Maybe sucking a man's cock WOULD be better ... if I find myself in a tight spot again.
Her mind abruptly turned to Scotty.
What if I were to suck HIS cock, she wondered naughtily, just to find out what it's like? He'd enjoy it, I bet! And I don't think he would tell his parents.
It was a measure of how far Melanie's morals had slipped, in just the two or three days, that she was thinking about seducing a child ... and in such a perverted way! It was even more damning that she couldn't stop thinking about it.
Scotty would be a good one to experiment on, she decided, because if she got cold feet or found she couldn't tolerate it, he wouldn't dare force the issue.
That afternoon, during their class, the youth continued to act bashful and reticent. They sneaked glances at each other, and she concluded that he was a very attractive young boy-all the more so, because she felt she could control him. And there was no doubt in her mind that he was strongly attracted to her. Hadn't he come right out and admitted it that morning?
Melanie got up and moved around to his side of the table. She daringly stood very close to the 15-year-old, then bent and pressed a firm, pneumatic breast against the side of his head as she pointed out something on his paper.
Scotty reacted with a speed and audacity that surprised her, turning his head quickly so that the pliant mound of her breast rubbed across his cheek and he pressed his face between that mound and its twin. Melanie caught her breath.
Scotty grasped her to keep her from backing away. Once his hands had clasped her supple hips, he found that was a pleasure in itself, and he widened the range of his explorations, feeling the teacher's lush bottom and letting his hands stroke down her firm thighs. It was a very simple next step to pull her skirt up.
Scotty wouldn't have dared do all this, nor would he have dared declare his interest in her that morning, if it weren't for what he had secretly observed the night before. He had watched his mother making love on various occasions, with both men and women, which had so confused and troubled him that he had turned into himself and had become bashful. Watching Melanie with her had convinced him that she was available, however. And if she was available to his mother, why not also to him?
As he glided his hands up her stockings, to the tops of them and off onto smooth skin, Melanie thrilled. She had straightened up by that time, taken her breasts away from his face, but she didn't try to back away. Scotty refused to look up at her, but kept a determined expression on his blushing face as his daring caress reached the elastics of his teachers panties ... then glided around the cheeky mounds of her buttocks and grasped hold.
Melanie squirmed, wiggling her panty clad bottom in the boy's impetuous hands. She felt bashful, as he did. Embarrassed and a little frightened, too. But she was determined to let his bold move continue because, in this way, the responsibility for what finally happened would be more his than hers. Or so she told herself.
Scott's fingertips crept up to the top elastic of her underpants, and he curled his fingers around the slender band, stretching it down. Slowly and excitedly with his young heart pounding in his throat, he pulled down his teacher's panties.
Melanie thrilled also, but she realized that the focus of their activity was on the wrong place her sexual apparatus instead of his. She backed up, twisting free, and her panty elastic snapped against the backs of her thighs. She felt very wanton with her pants at half-mast, wrapped around her stocking tops.
Scotty was confused and now more embarrassed than ever. He also seemed strongly aroused, judging by his facial expression.
Melanie had to find out just how aroused he was, and she daringly sank to her knees, next to his. She put her hand in his lap.
Oh, yes! she thought excitedly. He's aroused, all right! His cock is stiff as a beanpole!
Breathing hard and saying nothing-the lad was too tense and bashful to speak, also-Melanie clawed open his jeans, then wiggled a hand through his fly and into his stretchy underpants. She grasped his firm pecker and pulled it out.
His pink-headed pole stuck up, quivering, and she was surprised to find that it was larger than the chauffeur's, though it couldn't begin to compare to his dad's.
The first two penises which Melanie had seen had frightened her. But she was beginning to get used to them by that time, and, anyway, she felt she could control the one she was now clutching.
"Oooh, Scotty ... " she cooed, "what a beautiful young cock you have!"
"Gosh!" he exclaimed. "Do you really like it, Miss Jones?"
"I adore it!" she replied, surprised at how daring she suddenly had become. "And to show you just how much ... "
Giving in completely to her desire to gain experience-and to a real lascivious urge which had taken possession of her-the blonde teacher bored her head. Scotty gasped as she kissed the throbbing, quivering knob of his prick.
Melanie did some quivering, also. In fact, she was all aflutter inside!
The scent of the boy's dick was not offensive, she found-just faintly musky. She touched it with her tongue and found it didn't taste bad, either.
Young Scotty squirmed on his chair, but Melanie held his prick steady, her cool fingers wrapped snugly around its shank. She took a deep breath, her nostrils flaring, then daringly opened her mouth and gulped the boy's glans.
"Aaaaaaaaagh!" he rasped, thrilling to the tips of his toes as the pretty blonde teacher sucked his cock.
To Melanie, the experience was one of wonder, because it felt good-really good! -to have his young, throbbing manhood in her mouth. She tasted it more strongly now, but even that was rather pleasing. She liked the feel of his hard shaft between her lips, and she wanted to glide her mouth up and down on it while she sucked.
She did so, thrilling Scotty all the more. He began to bounce his bottom on the chair-seat, jabbing his prick into the teacher's face, and she feared she might gag for a moment. But she didn't. As she continued bobbing her head against his lustful lunges, she found she could plunge her lips to the very base of his adolescent organ, touching his zippered fly with them, while his cock-knob throbbed in the opening of her throat. She loved it!
Every sexual experience which she'd had so far had been a pleasure to her, but this one was the best of all. Cocksucking wasn't nasty, she discovered. It was wonderful! It satisfied something basic within her.
She stroked her mouth more rapidly up and down on the boy's dong, as if she couldn't get enough of his hot, young prick! She sucked voraciously.
Scotty gasped. He groaned. Suddenly he jerked, and Melanie felt his cockhead balloon pulsatingly against her gliding tongue.
His first spurt, thick and creamy, struck the back of her throat and spread over her tongue, as well. The strong, musky scent and taste made her panic, and she jerked her mouth off him.
The boy's next blast hit her in the face, splattering on her cute nose and down across her lips. The sight of that made him spurt some more, this shot looping past her as she dodged.
She had been forced to swallow the sperm which was in her throat, and she could only hope it wouldn't make her sick. The rest she let drool out between her lips and down her chin. She struggled to her feet, found a Kleenex, and wiped her face.
"Oooooh, Scotty!" she said, blushing. She was a bit hoarse.
"Gosh, I'm s-sorry, Miss Jones!" he said. "I didn't mean to do that!"
"It's all right, dear," she told him, realizing that it wasn't his fault.
Also, she had a problem which she hoped he could solve: Though she had trembled at the brink of orgasm when he had shot his stuff into her mouth, she hadn't actually come, and now she was nervously hung up. After having had two releases, she had learned she needed them. She needed one right now!
She didn't want Scotty to fuck her, however. Anyway, his penis had slumped back into his clothes and was in no condition to fuck anyone.
What Melanie needed, she felt she could get from Scotty's mouth. Mouths had satisfied her twice, already. They bad given her the only real satisfaction she'd ever had. So why not again ... with this adorable young boy?
She lifted her skirt, showing him her pussy. Her silky blue pants remained wound around her thighs.
"Kiss me down there, darling!" she boldly requested as the youth remained seated on his chair.
"Oh gosh, Miss Jones, I hardly know if I want to!" he said.
"Doooo it!" she cried, clutching him at the back of the head with one hand while she continued to hold up her skirt with the other. She demandingly yanked him forward, mashing his mouth against her blonde fluff.
"Aaaaaw!" he said as she spread her legs as far as her half-lowered panties would permit, and she rotated her hips, grinding her hot slit against the boy's face.
Her clit received some stimulation, which set her flying again. But it didn't seem a favorable situation in which to get a release, with her panties keeping her from spreading really wide standing up.
"Pull my panties down!" she ordered the confused, humiliated youth.
He wasn't so put off that he wanted to leave, however, and he did as his teacher demanded, grasping the center of her silky briefs-which was damp, he discovered-and pushing the panties past her knees. Melanie got a leg out of them, and that was all she needed. She slid between the lad and the table, sitting on it and spreading her thighs as wide as she could.
He stared at her pussy, the first one he had seen close up, and it scared him a little. But it excited him more. The edges of her happy slit were pink and wet between the rows of blonde hairs that straggled silkily down each side.
She wiggled forward so that just the bulges of her buttocks perched on the table edge. This puckered her pussy open more, showing added appealing pinkness.
She grasped Scotty's head with both hands and pushed him down between her stocking-and garter-clad thighs.
"Lick me, darn you!" she whined when he didn't seem to know what to do. "Find my hard little bump! Get your tongue right innnn there!"
Scotty got his tongue in ... and he licked her. He even found the tip of, her clit. She thrilled crazily, tossing her head from side to side and kicking her legs in the air as she held the youth's head deeply between her thighs.
She came, all but bouncing off the edge of the table, and she knew, that Scotty got a good taste of her gushing juices.
When she let him lift his head, he looked glassy-eyed.
Smiling contentedly now, she asked, "How did you like it?"
He was breathing hard, and he pawed at his mouth, wiping off her honey. "Well, when you sucked my cock, it was' great!" he said frankly. "I really dug that! But I don't know if I cared for the other."
"You'll get to like it!" she said confidently, and slid down onto his lap. She pressed his face against her clothed breasts.
"Miss Jones?" he asked, his voice somewhat muffled.
"What is it, dear?" she responded, happily rocking him to and fro against her.
"Can I suck your titties?" he asked.
She pushed him back and smiled down at him. "Of course you can!" she said, then added, "But not now. We'll save that for another time."
What had started as an experiment had become a genuine source of pleasure for Melanie. It was the safest source of pleasure around, she believed. Though it made her feel guilty, she nevertheless intended to tap it again.
CHAPTER SIX
They were off on their first tour of the state-the Townsend's and Melanie, along with Linc's political retinue, who were becoming familiar to her.
First and foremost, there was his campaign manager, cigar-chewing Sam Christopher. Fat, loud-mouthed, and in his early fifties, Sam appeared to have two passions-eating well and pinching the bottoms of beautiful ladies.
Melanie got her ass pinched shortly after boarding the campaign plane. She was walking up the aisle, past Sam's seat, and she made the mistake of pausing there, wondering where she was going to sit. That was when Sam got to her-and not just on top of her skirt. He had the nerve to run his pudgy hand up the backs of her legs, past her stocking tops and along her bare thighs, making her jump before he even reached her bottom. But reach it he did, pinching her plump assflesh even through her stretched-thin, silken panties.
She shrieked, and everyone looked around.
Sam laughed.
"Hey, Linc!" he called to the candidate, who sat at the front of the plane. "You've got quite a girl here!"
"She isn't my girl," Linc replied dryly-he had been avoiding her ever since the night of the party. "She just teaches my kid."
"Well, she just taught me what a bottom oughta feel like ... as if I didn't know." He gave Melanie a pat, on top of her dress this time, and accompanied it with a wink.
She detested him.
Another member of the group was Ted, the blonde young fellow who had pawed Bea's breasts in the kitchen. He handled press relations. He was friendly toward Melanie, and she liked him well enough. But men of that age particularly frightened her, and so she gave him no encouragement.
Linc's speechwriter was a bookish man in his thirties who wore glasses and had disheveled dark hair. His name was Lou. He treated Melanie as if she didn't exist, and that bothered her-not that she cared a fig for him.
Phil, the chauffeur, was on the plane, also, available to drive whatever car was provided at each stop. They would make a lot of stops, Melanie had been told, staying a day or two in each city and town while Linc consolidated his contacts and met, with prospective contributors. The speechmaking hadn't started yet, but there were press releases to be issued, and that was why Lou was along. He wrote them, and Ted passed them out, along with liberal servings of personality.
Scotty sat at the rear of the plane and said very little.
Bea flitted about, flirting with the men. Inside the official family, Linc apparently didn't care what she did or whom she did it with. Melanie wondered if she would confine herself to that group or roam a field ... and if she did go out prospecting, was it still Melanie's job to observe and report to Linc? She supposed so.
The first stop was in a city of about a hundred thousand persons, a dull place in the midst of farming country. The party split at the airport, with Phil being instructed to drive Bea, Melanie and Scotty to the hotel while Linc and the others had lunch with some local backers.
Bea was morose as she sat next to Melanie on the back seat of the car. Scotty rode in front with the driver.
"I'm going to hate this trip," Bea grumbled. "I can see that right now. The men are going to be talking politics all the time, and I'll be expected to sit in a stinking hotel room, watching old movies on television."
"Well, I guess I'm in the same spot," Melanie observed.
"Yes, but what do you care? You don't like to have a good time, anyway."
Melanie didn't reply. Why pick a fight? Anyway, Bea was entitled to believe what she had said, and it was better for Melanie if she did. Maybe then she would leave her alone.
Melanie glanced up and caught Phil's watery, lapdog gaze in the mirror.
She glanced away, feeling a bit warmer than before.
As they were driving through the main part of town, Bea suddenly exclaimed, "Stop the car! I want to get out. At least I can amuse myself by going through the stores."
Phil obediently pulled over to the curb, stopping in a passenger loading zone.
Remembering the instructions she had been given when she was hired, Melanie asked, "Mind if I tag along with you?"
"Yes, I do mind!" Bea snapped, and got out. "I'll see you at the hotel later."
Phil smiled at Melanie in his mirror.
Now what's he going to try to pull? she wondered.
She soon found out. When they stopped in front of the hotel, the chauffeur said to Scotty, "I suppose your dad would want you to register for the family."
"Yeah, okay," the youth replied, and hopped out.
"You and me can ride up in the elevator from the garage, Miss Jones," Phil said, and quickly moved the car forward before she had a chance to alight.
He turned into the entrance of the subterranean garage and cruised down the ramp. It was a cavernous, dimly lit basement where cars were parked in rows.
Phil drove all the way to the back of the garage, pulling into a space next to the wall. Melanie nervously glanced about and saw no one in that part of the huge room. She felt a quickening of her pulse.
She ought to, tell the nasty little man to go to the devil, she thought. But on the other hand, if he wanted to demean himself and give pleasure to her without demanding anything in return ...
He tossed a quick glance over the seat at her as he stopped the car-just to check her expression and confirm that she was willing, she supposed. Her look must have satisfied him, because he quickly slid out of the driver's seat, shut the door, and opened the rear door.
Melanie twisted slightly on the seat to face and she spread her legs.
"Well, come on!" she murmured hoarsely and demandingly as she shut her eyes. Her cheeks were hot.
Phil, the chauffeur, did not have to be invited twice. He scrambled into the car, kneeling on the floor between her knees. (There was plenty of room in the back seat of the Cadillac limo.) His fat hand pushed Melanie's skirt hip-high.
He groaned in lustful pleasure as he took in the tapering loveLincss of her legs. She wore beige, cobwebby nylons, their tops expanded by the fullness of her thighs and drawn into peaks by the tug of her white garter straps. The cream-toned skin above them was lickably smooth.
Phil took hold, of her legs behind the knees and lifted them into the air, spreading them ever wider apart.
Her brain reeled. They were in a public place. What if someone were to approach?
Phil seemed to give no thought to the risk. His attention was mesmerized by the converging columns of the young teacher's thighs and by the strip of mint-green nylon covering the hinge between them.
He bowed.
"Oooh, God-why don't you take my pants off?" Melanie groaned as the chauffeur licked wetly along a crotch elastic of her green silk briefs.
He paid no mind, evidently enjoying the presence of her panties, at least for the moment. He licked along each edge of their center strip, then around, following an elastic where it embraced a spongy-firm, pale buttock. He licked upward along the back of that thigh, which along with the other one, still pointed into the air, to form a wide V.
Melanie was getting wet from his saliva, and from something else: Her sexual nectar oozed to moisten the crotch-strip of her panties and impregnate them with the fragrance of her arousal. The nasty chauffeur seemed to detect that right away, and he let her legs fall to hook over his upper arms as he nuzzled the center of her silk pants, inhaling.
"Aaaaaw ... " Melanie said, squirming, rubbing the crotch of her panties against his nose and mouth. He licked the smooth nylon, and his saliva mingled with her honey, which seeped from the other side.
At the same time, Phil blindly pawed upward on the front of her dress, rubbing her firm nubbies through her dress and light brassiere. His pudgy fingers hooked her scoop neckLinc, drawing it down at one side along with her flimsy bra-cup. A titty popped out.
"My God! Oooh, you're stripping me naked!" Melanie moaned.
The chauffeur raised his head and stared at the pink-tipped, shapely breast he had uncovered. Then he shut his eyes and fastened his moist, thick lips around the promontory. As he sucked Melanie's throbbing nipple, she squirmed, vibrating her titty against his face.
His hands dropped and, while continuing to suck her tit, he reached up underneath her skirt to take hold of the top of her panties. She wriggled to help him pull her panties out from under her hot bottom, and the plush fabric of the car seat tickled her ass.
The chauffeur pulled her pants along her thighs, and she drew her legs together. He worked the green undergarment over her knees, down her lower legs, and off, dropping the wad of soft, damp nylon onto the floor of the limousine.
He spread her legs wide apart once more, while leaving her breast sticking out, and he socked his face into her soft, slitted crotch.
"Aaagh!" she exhaled harshly and hooked her stocking-clad legs around the back of his head.
Her eyes rolled as her head was tossed back, and her mouth gaped wetly while the cunt-loving chauffeur dipped his tongue into the juicy feast between her thighs. He lapped up swallow after swallow of tangy-tasting girl juice, tickling her clit delectably with each stroke of his tongue.
Her fragrant, soft crotch squirmed against his face, and her legs flexed rhythmically around his trapped head. He reached up and flicked the crest of her quivering titty, then tugged on her nipple, stretching it out, as he enlarged his licking of her pussy to take in its lightly-fuzzed outer lips.
Finally he grasped her legs once more, lifting them to rock her backward, and he pressed his face against the bulges of her buttocks. His wet tongue split them. Melanie yelped, bobbing up and down, her legs flexing in the air, as the dirty chauffeur licked her spasming, tingling asshole.
She came.
Jacking him off later was the least she could do, she thought, after he had given so much pleasure to her. With a puppy-dog look in his eyes, he had asked her to do it, and now she actually enjoyed it as they stood next to the car in the garage which was deserted, except for them.
It gave her a great sense of command to grip his throbbing, short penis firmly and to roll his foreskin up and down across the ridge of his glans, as he'd instructed. She stroked faster and faster, smiling as he squirmed with delight. When he spurted into the open, his sperm splatting onto the concrete floor, Melanie got another orgasmic throb.
She was still a little flushed of face and quivery as they rode the elevator upstairs.
It had become something of a bore to blame herself for enjoying sensual activities, and so she accepted herself for what she had become-a-more worldly young woman than her parents had raised. But she was still a virgin! She held that banner high.
It gave her an added sense of satisfaction to realize that she could enjoy herself physically while keeping her maidenhead intact.
"Lesson time!" she told Scotty as she entered the family suite where he was seated alone.
"Do we have to study this morning?" he asked, gazing hopefully at her.
Her blue eyes sparkled. "Well, what would you rather do?"
"What we did yesterday."
"But, Scotty, we can't do that every time! You have to study, too."
"We've only done it once so far," the earnest youth replied. "I'll study afterwards. I'll study hard!"
She had been told to draw the youth out of himself, to show him warmth, she recalled.
"Hard, hmm?" she said, smiling naughtily as she moved over to where he was seated
He rose.
Melanie tenderly kissed him, applying slight pressure at first, then gradually becoming more heated as she worked his lips apart and slipped her tongue between them. She licked in and out of his mouth as she squirmed against him, letting him feel the twin pneumatic pressures of her tits. It was special fun to play like that with a young boy, whom she could control just as she could control the chauffeur, she felt.
Her hand slid between their bodies, seeking, and she found what she wanted: Scotty's teenaged hardness, pushing against the interior of his pants.
Melanie sank to her knees.
"Aaw, Miss Jones, that's so great!" the boy said as she took out his prick and began to stroke it. Rock-hard it was, like bone covered thinly by velvet, and its plump pink head swelled, aiming skyward.
Melanie leaned down and began to lick his cock.
"Oooooh, yeeeeeeah!" Scotty breathed, and pushed his eager dick into her mouth.
She shut her eyes and sucked him, rolling her tongue around his glans. She bobbed her head. Scotty rocked on the balls of his feet, fucking gently between her lunging lips.
This time she wanted to swallow all his sperm down, she decided, so she kept sucking and bobbing her blonde head until she felt him twitch against her tongue. She clamped her lips hotly around the collar of his cock and opened her throat in anticipation:
His spurts skimmed her tongue and struck the back of her throat, gliding down her gullet as she gulped. She kept lapping and sucking. She gurgled. Scotty's prick continued to twitch between her lips until she had swallowed all the jism which his adolescent balls could produce. After he had softened, she let his penis ooze out. She kissed 'the tip of it before putting it carefully back into his clothes so that the outside of them wouldn't be soiled.
"Wowwww!" Scotty breathed, and he grinned broadly. "That's really great, y'know?"
"I'm glad you enjoyed it," Melanie replied, rising to her feet.
She had enjoyed it, also, every bit of it ... including the swallowing. She even licked her lips and swallowed a final time.
"Well," she said, "how about some History now?"
"Sure!" the lad replied.
Perhaps, Melanie speculated, she had stumbled upon the means to convert him into an eager Student.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Escaping from the car in the downtown section of the city had been motivated not by any desire on Bea's part to pursue the merchandise in the local stores. She had to do something about her hot panties.
Her husband had been busy with political matters lately, and neither Melanie nor the chauffeur offered what Bea needed at that particular time: A big, hard prick!
She strolled along the sidewalk, letting her eyes flick casually at the males who passed. Nothing doing. A Street pickup would have been too blatant, anyway, putting her in the same category as a common whore.
She turned into a department store and headed for the men's wear section. The first clerk she saw was gray-haired and tired looking. She passed him. A sporty young fellow with moderately long hair, fancy jeans, and a colorful shirt was waiting on a customer in the "college shop". Bea got a warm sensation between her legs, and she waited, studying a counter display of briefs.
"Looking for something in men's underwear?" the clerk inquired as he moved up behind her.
She looked over her shoulder and gave him a foxy smile. "Always," she replied.
"Well, you've come to the right place."
The clerk moved a bit closer to her and gazed into her eyes. He was cautious, she realized, because he couldn't risk offending a customer who was only being flirtatious.
Bea flashed back a hot look which sought to convince him she would go all the way. He moved closer still and rubbed the lump in his trousers against her.
"That's what I like in men's underwear!" she murmured shamelessly, and writhed a little.
There were no customers nearby. The dressing booths, in an alcove to Bea's left, were deserted.
The salesman noted the direction in which her gaze swept, and' picked up immediately on the silent suggestion. "Go ahead," he said. "I'll follow."
Casting one quick glance about, to make certain she wasn't being observed, Bea scampered into the alcove, entered one of the dressing booths, and pulled the door shut. Her heart hammered.
The door was jerked open in less than ten seconds, and the young salesman crowded in. "Shit, let's get it on!" he growled, and yanked the maturely beautiful brunette against him.
His prick was half-hard in his pants already, Bea noted with excitement, and she wriggled her hips to help it harden more. Her soft lips were parted by his tongue, which licked deeply into her hot mouth.
He anxiously pulled her skirt up.
Bea didn't object to the impetuousness of his onslaught because the circumstances called for it.
It was risky business to screw in public places, and it behooved both of them to get it done as quickly as possible.
She squirmed as he clutched her panty-clad buttocks, his fingers sinking into the supple, writhing flesh. As he pulled her panties down, she opened his fly. His spear thrust out, titled upward and quivering. It wasn't as big as she had hoped it might be-but, then, Linc had spoiled her. It certainly was hard enough, and it had a plump bare head which bulged rosily.
"Ooh, God ... yesssss!" she hissed, almost jumping up and down as the clerk squatted quickly to remove her red-and-black, lace-trimmed panties.
There was a small bench at one side of the booth, and Bea hopped up onto it. She squatted, spreading her legs wide. This opened her pussy, which was already wet, and put it in perfect alignment for the young man's thrust. He paused only long enough to drop his pants and shorts to his ankles.
"Lady, you're terrific!" he said, pointed his prick at her snatch, and plunged.
"Aaaaahhhhgh!" she rasped, rolling her eyes and grinding her hips as the fellow's rigid penis glided all the way up her love canal.
He let his hardness soak and throb deep inside her as they gazed into each other's eyes, then he cupped her voluptuous buttocks in his hands to help support her and began to ram her against the wall of the dressing booth.
"Oooh, shit! You horny fuckerrr!" she groaned, and wrapped her arms around him as she fucked back.
They shook the booth.
The fucking lasted a frenzied thirty seconds, no more, but Bea was shaking with a full-blown orgasm when the stud went off, creaming the pit of her cunt.
He pulled his penis out of her with a slippery, sucking sound, and stepped back. He drew his clothes up and fastened them while Bea stepped down from the bench, found her panties, and wriggled them on. It took her only a few moments to regain her composure.
"Ta-ta!" she smiled, wiggling her fingers to him, and walked out.
It took the salesman longer to regain his poise, then he exited the booth and returned to his station. Since no customers were waiting, he sat down behind his counter. His eye happened to fall on the morning newspaper which the other salesman had brought in and placed on the shelf under the counter.
A picture leaped from the front page.
"Son of a bitch!" the young man exclaimed under his breath, and snatched the paper to read the caption under the news photo:
Newly-announced gubernatorial candidate Lincoln Townsend and Mrs. Townsend, who will arrive in the city for a fund-raising dinner tonight.
The salesman jumped up and carried the newspaper to his gray-haired colleague who was putting suits on a rack.
"Did you see the broad I was talking to a little while ago?" the young man asked.
"Yeah. I noticed she came out of a dressing booth. What was she doing in there?"
"Maybe I'll tell you some time." The longhaired salesman held up the newspaper. "Now look at this."
"It's her!"
"Hell, yes! Lincoln Townsend's wife!"
"So? We get the ritzy crowd occasionally. Was she looking at some clothes for the next governor?"
"No comment, man!" the young fellow said, and grinned. "Just remember that you saw her, though ... and remember she was coming out of that dressing booth, a woman in the men's wear department."
"Say, what is all this about?"
"Later. Maybe."
Still smiling, the younger salesman returned to his own section.
"It's been a long day," Linc remarked in a tired tone after leaving the hotel banquet room with his wife. They crossed the lobby toward the elevators.
Suddenly Bea froze.
"What's the matter?" Linc asked, stopping to look at her.
"Uuh ... I forgot my cigarettes," she said. "I left them on the table."
"So what? We've got cigarettes upstairs."
"Yes, but I left my lighter, too. That nice gold one. You go on. I'll be upstairs in a few minutes."
Linc turned back toward the banquet room. "I'll get the fucking lighter," he said.
"No! I won't have you running errands for me!"
She hurried off, leaving her husband staring after her. He shook his head, walked to the elevator, and rode up to their suite.
Bea remained in the banquet room only long enough to give her husband time to leave the lobby, then exited and crossed to where a longhaired young man was seated-the young man she had seduced that morning. She had spotted him after leaving the banquet room the first time.
He had been watching her with a faint smile on his face.
"You!" she exclaimed in a hushed voice, her dark eyes snapping. "What are you doing here?"
"Waiting to talk to you. Want a drink?"
"You know who I am!" she said, her knees suddenly weak.
"Yeah. I recognized your picture in the morning paper."
"Well?" She elevated her head haughtily.
"I make one hundred and fifty bucks a week."
Bea drilled her gaze into him. "You're crazy!"
He reached and grasped her hand as she started to turn away. "Not so very," he said. "Another salesman recognized you, too, and he saw you walk out of that dressing booth. Your husband's wealthy. He wants to be governor."
Bea glanced around frantically. No one seemed to be paying any attention to her and the young man. The crowd from the fund-raising banquet had all departed, she and her husband having been among the last to leave.
She sat down next to the clothing salesman.
"I don't have any money of my own," she said, "but maybe I can borrow some. A little."
"Five thou," the man replied.
"Never!"
"There's a guy who writes a gossip column in this town, and he hates your husband's party. So does the newspaper he works for. He'd pay me for a juicy item."
"You fucking filthy blackmailer!" Bea said sotto voce.
"Five thou," the man repeated.
Bea stood up. "I'll, uh, see what I can do."
The fellow took a folded slip of paper out of his pocket and pressed it into her hand. "Call me first thing in the morning."
He turned and walked out.
"Shit! Ooooh, shit!" Bea said under her breath and hurried back to the banquet room.
Sam Christopher was stuffing papers into a briefcase as he stood at a table near the lectern. He and Beatrice were the only ones in the room.
"Sam!" she exclaimed as she approached him.
The fleshy man looked up and grinned. "What can I do for the wife of the next governor?" he asked.
"Sam, I'm in terrible trouble! You're the only one I can turn to."
He squinted at her, "What is it, Bea?"
"I need money! Five thousand dollars! And I can't ask Linc for it."
Interest flashed in Sam's small blue eyes which were set in soft pouches. "Want to tell me what you need the money for?"
"I can't do that, either. Just take my word for it that I need it bad." She squeezed Sam's hand. "Please help me!"
"Okay," he said, looking intently into her eyes. "But I never give something for nothing."
"Wh-what do you mean?" she asked, her lip quivering.
"I want your ass."
Her eyes widened in helplessness, and then her shadowed lids lowered. "All right," she said in a barely audible tone.
In Sam's room, she sprawled froglike on the bed, her ass up, her breasts pressed against the mattress. She wore dark stockings and a black garter belt, that was all. Her knees were drawn far enough forward, and positioned sufficiently apart, so that her buttocks were split wide Open. The brown eye of her asshole stared at the stocky, nude man who knelt behind her, holding a jar of VaseLinc.
His cock, thick but stubby, curved forward from beneath his, large stomach. He dug his middle finger into the VaseLinc jar and, as the wife of his boss-the next governor?-watched from over her shoulder, he scooped out a large glob of lubricant.
He slapped the slippery substance between her fleshy buttocks and chuckled as he massaged it in. His rotating middle finger thrust the VaseLinc into Bea's suddenly supple and smoothly inviting anus. As he sank his finger deeper and stroked it in and out, his cock lifted to point at her backside like a cannon.
His finger made a lurid sucking sound as he pulled it from her well-oiled rear hole. Then he moved up, nestling the head of his prick where his finger had been.
His belly hung partially over Beatrice's bottom and bore against it as he pushed. His turgid glans opened her anus, and he glided on the thick. VaseLinc through her rubbery ring.
"Uuuuuuh!" she groaned as she felt her ass being plugged by his thick cock.
It didn't hurt. She just felt a fullness-a stimulating fullness!
Sam sank 'his cock deeper into her greased butt hole, and he watched it disappear, inch by inch. He gave her all five and a half inches. That was nothing, compared to the seven-plus inches which her husband frequently rammed up there. She squirmed a little, rotating her chute around him.
He placed his pudgy hands on her hips, spanning a garter strap with each set of fingers. He glanced into a mirror across the room and watched her stocking-clad legs flex, the pale flesh of her upper thighs contrasting exquisitely with the dark tops of her hose; He began to pump slowly, and he watched his greasy pole plunge and reappear, plunge and reappear, between the voluptuous rondures of her bottom.
"Ooooooh!" Beatrice cooed as she bumped her buttocks against the fat man.
He fucked her ass faster.
Though her asshole had been well used, it was still tight enough to thrill him, and the VaseLinc made her muscular aperture slippery-smooth. Her rhythmically clasping sphincter rippled up and down on his ridged prong. He watched her rosy rectal flesh pull out, then sink back in with each thrust of his buggering member. Her asscheeks quivered against his big belly.
"Ooooh! Ooooh! Ooooh!" she said, heating up. "Twiddle my ditty!"
Sam reached underneath her, found her prominent love-tip, which was turgid, and he rubbed it between folds of velvety, moist flesh.
"Aaaaaaah!" she said, and bobbed her ass faster.
Sam didn't have to move any more. She was providing all the action. Her asshole gulped at his cock, all but chewing it up and digesting it as her hips swiveled and bumped.
"Nowwwww!" she cried, and he pinched her clit hard.
She came, jerking and moaning, as Sam's prick quivered in the clutches of her asshole, spurting wet sperm deep within her rectum.
Later, on arriving in her husband's suite, he wanted to know where she had been.
"I was just about ready to put out an alarm," he said.
"Ooooh, I met one of the wives, and she insisted that we have a drink together. You know how it is."
"Sure you didn't meet a man?" Linc asked, watching her closely.
"I told you, darling, that I wouldn't do that during the campaign."
"Okay. Just so you remember."
She sighed, hoping Sam could deliver the cash in the morning.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Sam got her the five thousand, from where she didn't know or care. He had his ways ... Of one thing Bea was certain-it wasn't his own money. Even in this day of so called full disclosure, there were always loose funds floating around in a political campaign, and Sam had access to them. That's why Bea had gone to him.
She phoned the blackmailer, Ronnie Wilson, and set up an appointment. He had stayed home from work that day, pleading illness, and he demanded that she come to his apartment. She had reservations about that, but what could she do?
She took a taxi to the cheap apartment house on the edge of the downtown district. Ronnie opened his door promptly when she knocked. He was all smiles as she entered the apartment.
"Here!" she said bitterly, taking a sheaf of bills from her purse with a rubber band around them. She threw them at the smirking fellow.
He counted them, stuck them into his pocket, and said, "It's nice doing business with you, Mrs. Townsend."
"Prick!" she replied, and turned to leave.
"Hey, what's your hurry?" Ronnie asked as he moved quickly past her and stood in front of the door.
"What are you trying to pull?" she demanded. "I paid you off."
"Sure, and I appreciate it. But I want something more. I could still tell my story, you know."
Bea shut her eyes. She had heard that one was never free from a blackmailer, and she supposed it was true.
"What else do you want?" she asked dismally.
"Some fun. I was thinking it might be a kick to have the next governor's wife suck me off."
Bea's eyes popped open. "Is that it, then? Will you definitely leave me alone if I do that?"
"Sure."
Bea knew she couldn't believe him. But it was worth a try, since a suck off didn't amount to much. She sank to her knees and opened the young man's trousers.
Under different conditions, she would have enjoyed the act. As it was, she just wanted to get it over with.
She brought out Ronnie's soft cock and bracketed its stem between her thumb and fingers. She bent and licked his glans, buffeting it about.
"Yeeeeeah!" he breathed, looking down. "Work it all over, honey!"
She ought to bite him, she thought. But she didn't dare do that.
His cockhead swelled, and, his shaft stiffened up. Bea licked along it until it was straight as a pole and sticking upward. Then she caught his plump, tasty glans in her mouth and began to suck. She pumped her head.
A flash went off.
Releasing Ronnie's prick, she jerked her head in the direction of the sudden, brief illumination, and saw another young man holding a Polaroid camera.
"Meet a good friend of mine, Mrs. Townsend," Ronnie said. "His name's Hal."
"You filthy assholes!" she cried, springing to her feet.
Ronnie's prick remained rigid. "Oh, let's not call names, honey! We're gonna have to get along with one another from now on. First, why don't you finish what you started, hm?"
Ignoring his suggestion, she demanded, "Why did you take that picture? I gave you money!"
"Yeah, but not enough. The evidence Hal's got developing there, on that little piece of paper, ought to get me a lot more, I figure. And, what the hell-your husband can afford it! He's rich."
Bea felt lightheaded, and she feared she might faint.
"Get down again," Ronnie urged. "Hal, why don't you get in on this, too?"
The other young man set down the camera and the print which was developing. Lanky and long-nosed, he moved up to stand next to Ronnie as the latter applied pressure to Bea's shoulders, causing her already weakened knees to give way. She landed heavily on them and stared at Ronnie's penis, which had slumped only a little. Hal opened his pants and took out his soft organ. A few strokes by his hand brought it to stunning erection-longer than Ronnie's, which also rose to full tilt.
The position in which Bea found herself, was a cocksucker's delight-kneeling before two horny Youthful Studs: who obviously desired the service which her clasping, gliding lips could provide. But she was so distraught over the blackmail peril that she didn't throw herself into the act with her customary gusto.
Ronnie forced the issue by gripping her expensively coiffed brunette head, pointing it in his direction, and pushing the bald knob of his prick against her lips.
"Aaaaawwwwwwgh!" she groaned, taking him in and clasping her hot lips in the groove behind his glans. She shut her eyes arid began to suck his cockhead.
Ronnie grinned and tossed a wink at Hal. The latter gave his own cock a few hand strokes while he watched the woman service his friend. Bea's mouth glided forward and back, her encircling lips skidding slickly on Ronnie's hard rod. Suddenly the long-haired fellow pulled out, and his dick flipped upward, trailing a strand of her saliva.
"Time to give Hal a break," Ronnie suggested as Bea's eyes popped open.
"You mean bastards!" she complained throatily. "I shouldn't do this."
"Bullshit!" Ronnie replied. "Just because we're gonna work a deal on your husband, that doesn't mean we can't all have fun together. Hal, give her a taste of your joint."
The lanky fellow held his prick and moved forward, offering its bare purplish bulb to Bea's glistening lips. She seized it and pumped her head forward and back. Hal writhed pleasurably to her heated cocksucking ...
Her eyes, rolled." She was in seventh heaven. Too bad these boys were demanding money, Everything would have been so perfect otherwise!
After giving Hal's long, rigid tool about a dozen gliding, lip-clasping strokes, she let his plump cockhead pop noisily from her sucking mouth, and she returned to Ronnie's dong. She pumped her mouth on it.
"Shit, man!" Ronnie chuckled to his friend. "Have you ever seen such a hot mama?"
"Christ, no! She gives great head! It's a shame we have to shake her down."
"We aren't shaking her down. We're gonna get it from her old man."
That was right, Bea decided as she sucked Ronnie's prick. It was Linc who would have to pay, and he could afford it. He was rich enough to buy, the gubernatorial election with his own money if state law had permitted. So it wouldn't hurt him to pay these fellows a little. It was just going to be embarrassing for her to admit she had let herself get trapped. But she would worry about that later, she decided, as she enjoyed the tangy taste and rock-hard feel of Ronnie's cock gliding between her lips.
He withdrew once again, and she lunged at Hal to engorge his dandy dick. She pumped her head heatedly, her o-shaped lips plunging low on his seven-inch shaft so that his cock-knob throbbed in her throat.
"Jesus Christ! Let's get her on the fucking bed!" Hal cried.
The aroused studs helped her to her feet and walked her into the other room. Bea's panties were wet, and her knees wobbled. She gratefully sank onto Ronnie's rumpled bed, lying across it on her belly, with all her clothes on, while the men quickly disrobed, their eager dicks waving in continued full erection.
Nude, they knelt on the bed at either side of Bea. One of them pulled her skirt up while the other lowered the zipper on the back of her dress. She wore aqua blue panties which were stretched to the maximum by her buxom buttocks. Crescents of enticing assflesh appeared below the leg elastics. White garter straps traveled down her full thighs to grip the tops of sandy-toned nylons. She squirmed, causing her buttocks to vibrate. Her panties shimmered.
"Son of a bitch, she's all ass!" Hal happily exclaimed, eyeing her abundantly inviting bottom.
"No, man!" contradicted Ronnie. "She's mostly cunt! Wait until we turn her over."
Listening to this vulgar exchange, Bea became all the more aroused. Like other women of her social status, she sometimes secretly wished to be demeaned-to be treated like a total whore-and that was one of the urges which drove her to seek strange sexual alliances. Now she was receiving what she'd asked for as the long-haired young clothing salesman patted her plump, panty-clad buttocks, to the amusement of himself and his friend. Hal also put his hand on her ass and shimmied her butt cheeks through her snugly embracing silk panties. Both young men stroked her thighs, feeling along her garters, enjoying the tactile contrast between stocking tops and bare, smooth flesh.
Ronnie flopped her onto her back. Her skirt was wound around her middle, and the V-shaped front of her blue panties was exposed. A shadow of her dark cunt-hairs showed through.
"Ooooh, doooo something with me!" she moaned, as her eyes rolled from one erect penis to the other. She reached out and grasped both prongs.
As she stroked the young men's rigid peckers, they worked together to pull down the top of her dress and to free her 40-D whoppers from her bra. Out her beauties bobbed, quivering in fleshy splendor, her brown nipples thick and inviting to the men's lips.
Each gripped a boob, squeezing the springy soft flesh so that her nipples were forced high. Two tongues came out, and Bea excitedly watched both her nipples being licked at the same time, while they tingled and swelled more until they seemed fit to burst.
The men sucked her nipples in. They no longer held her breasts as their hungry mouths tugged at her titties, stretching her satin sacs. Their hands moved to her thighs, each stroking a smooth, inner slope. Fingertips sneaked into her panties from each side to ruffle the hairs that edged her twat, then to stretch her protruding, moist labia apart. From opposite sides, the men challenged each other to be the first to stick a finger up her fuck ready channel. Hal won. But Ronnie quickly followed, and Bea knew the thrill of having two men's fingers stroking up and down in her hot cunt at the same time, gliding on the copious grease of her excitement.
She continued stroking the stalwart cocks of the two men who knelt on either side of her, sucking her breasts. Her brain swirled.
Yes, let Linc pay for her fun, she thought. It would serve him right for neglecting her.
"Oooooh, your fingers are driving me crayzeeeeee!" she smoldered as she writhed. "Somebody put a prick in me ... pleeeeease!"
The men lifted their mouths from her tits, and they withdrew their hands from her panties.
"Let's roll her onto her front again," Hal said.
"Christ!" Beatrice cried. "Will you quit fucking around!"
But there was nothing she could do to keep the studs from turning her onto her stomach, her asscheeks wobbling in her sheer panties. They hooked the elastic top of her briefs at each side and pulled them down, baring her beautiful buttocks.
The men's middle fingers remained slimy from her sexual sump as they pinched and patted her buttocks. Each fellow squeezed a cheek to separate them and expose her brown nether orifice.
"That's a mighty inviting asshole!" Hal said. "It looks like it could be fucked easy enough."
He moved his greasy fingertip around the puckered rim of it, and both men noted how soft and supple her anal entrance was. Her rosy rectal membrane showed as they wiggled her asshole.
"I'm going to dick her from back here," Hal said. "Do you want to get underneath?"
"Both fuck her at the same time?" Ronnie asked. "Hey, that'll be far out!"
Bea, for all her experience, had never been screwed by two men at the same time before, though she had sucked and fucked together. The idea of the dual penetration frightened her a bit but it stimulated her more, and so she didn't object.
She did, however, suggest to Hal as she let Ronnie slide under her, "Why don't you stick your cock in my mouth again so I can get it good and wet before you shove it up my ass?"
"It's pretty wet right now," Hal said. "But I won't turn down some more sucking."
He crawled around next to Bea's head as she settled herself astride Ronnie. The latter knifed his prick up into her commodious pussy and began to pump heatedly in and out, while her tits dangled above his face and she reached for the kneeling man's dong. Pulling his all-day sucker to her eager lips, she engulfed his glans and let her spread lips crawl fishlike along his turgid shaft. She forced as much saliva from her mouth as possible, coating his cock thickly.
All the while Ronnie energetically fucked her from underneath, and she wiggled her ass in the framework of her garter belt. Her hanging boobs flopped to and fro across the young man's face.
When Hal pulled his prick free, it gleamed with her mouth-honey. It would glide easily into her asshole, she felt sure, as he scrambled around to kneel behind her.
What she hadn't counted on, however, was how much smaller her rectal passage was bound to be, because of the churning of Ronnie's charger in her, front well. When Hal's saliva-coated cockhead first pushed against her anus, the converging puckers spread as usual. But as his prick started to crowd in, resistance was encountered from the other side of her dividing membranes.
Bea raised her head and let out a throaty moan as the pressure became intense. Still, Hal kept pushing, making room for his thick cockhead in her rear passage. He could feel Ronnie's prick working tirelessly in her pussy, and Ronnie could feel him gradually gaining entry. Bea yelped, because it really hurt her as the fattest part of Hal's glans passed through her anal opening and into her hot ass. Then, with both pricks inside her at the same time, she felt monstrously plugged.
Hal bored deeper, grunting against the pleasure-giving pressure. When he had penetrated deeply enough to begin a stroking motion, he did exactly that, and his prick rubbed his friend's cock, through Bea's thin separating tissues.
"OOOOOH, 'MY GODDDD!" she cried, and held her hips steady, for fear she would be severely hurt if she moved.
Both men lustfully fucked her, Hal driving deeper and deeper in her tightly clasping asshole while Ronnie stroked in her suddenly shrunken cunt. They groaned with intense delight. Their balls rubbed nakedly together. Their rods might as well have been in contact, too, with only Bea's thin, slippery membranes in between.
She had never felt so penetrated ... so totally fucked! Hal hunched homily against her upraised ass, spearing between her shivery buttocks and all the way up her rear hole, while Ronnie pumped heatedly in her front. She was buffeted between the two men, and finally she couldn't resist wriggling and writhing, even though she feared it might hurt her. The squirming of her asshole around Hal's plunging prick, and the gyrating of her pussy around Ronnie's cock added to the excitement of both studs, and they fucked her even harder. Also, Ronnie's head lunged, and he seized one of her rubbery nipples in his mouth, stretching her tit as he sucked it.
The dually impaled woman bawled, and then began to come. Her asshole rippled spastically up and down Hal's stroking cock, and her pussy gulped in passionate convulsions at the prick that speared it. Hal was the first man to let out a groan, accompanied by a spurting of his liquid lust up her rear. Feeling the other man's cock twitch gave Ronnie the final fillip to set him off, and he pumped his sperm into her hotly contracting pussy. She felt flooded by the double dose of jism that irrigated both compartments, She shook and moaned, her own orgasm reaching a feverish pitch before she finally calmed, slumping against Ronnie as Hal settled atop her soft rump.
The shrinking of the cock which was stuck far up her rectum, and the softening of the other in her cunt, relieved her pressure, and discomfort gave way to pure bliss. With a pop, Hal pulled his poontanger from her clasping rear hole, and Ronnie slithered his penis from her pussy.
Satisfaction turned to anxiety as, Bea considered how she would get her husband to pay off the nasty studs. She would have to go to him directly, she realized, because there was no way of getting Sam or anyone else to come to her rescue this time.
The conclusion was only strengthened when Hal and Ronnie showed her the incriminating photo they had taken and they made specific their demand: fifty thousand dollars in cold cash!
Bea hated them once more by the time she left.
CHAPTER NINE
"Linc ... ?" Bea purred as she came up behind her husband, who was seated, going over a press release which Lou had prepared and Ted was about to issue. She ran her hands down her husband's chest, inside his jacket, and let her titties rest against his head. Her bare titties. She wore only panties, a garter belt, stockings and high heels.
"How about a little nookey to get your mind off the campaign?" she suggested.
"But I don't want to get my mind off the campaign, damn it!" Linc said, still perusing the paper in front of him. "I want to win!"
"You'll win," Bea assured him. "Provided you stay fresh and chipper. Men need sex for that."
"Oooh, shit, Beatrice, leave me alone!" he demanded, and shrugged her off without turning around.
You asshole! she thought. But she didn't dare say it. She had to remain charming and seductive. The only place where she would dare tell Linc what she had done and ask for his support was in bed.
She did withdraw for the moment, stepping away from her husband's chair and lighting a cigarette.
"Well, did you read it?" Ted asked, entering the hotel room without knocking. He stared at Bea, bare-tittied in black lace panties and dark hose. "OOOoh, Christ, I'm sorry!" he said. "I didn't know you two wanted to be alone."
"I don't want to be alone!" Linc maintained. He still hadn't looked at his wife since she'd entered the room. "This second paragraph-do you think Lou's got the right angle there?"
He held up the paper so that Ted could read it. The young PR man seemed reluctant to tear his gaze away from Bea, who nonchalantly smoked her cigarette.
"Let's see ... " Ted half-mumbled the text. "Yeah! It's okay. If you come out too flat-footed on that issue, you'll polarize opinion too early in the campaign. Let's see what the opposition does first."
"Okay. Hand it out."
Linc got up and glanced at his wife. "For Christ's sake, Beatrice, put some clothes on!"
Miffed, she swivel-hipped to Ted, holding her cigarette out to the side as Bette Davis used to do in her early movies. "Do I offend you, Ted?" she asked.
"Gosh, no!" he said, grinning and shaking his head.
"If you want to screw her, be my guest," Linc offered. "She promised me that she would not pick up any strangers during the campaign, and she must be getting antsy. I've got to have a last talk with Sam before we pull out of this town."
Linc left the room without giving his half naked wife another glance.
"Did he mean that?" Ted asked, gazing lustfully at her.
"Of course he meant it! Remember when he caught you playing with my tits at that party?" she asked. "He didn't seem upset, did he?"
"No, but he was drunk."
"That doesn't make any difference. We have an open marriage."
"Well, do you want to get it on?" Ted asked, obviously eager.
"No. I'm too upset right now. I was hoping to get Linc into bed because I've got to work on him to get some money."
"Don't tell me you have to resort to those tactics to get your allowance," Ted said.
"Don't be silly." Bea turned away and took a thoughtful puff on her cigarette. "I need big money. I'm in trouble."
Ted eyed her sumptuous ass in the black panties that embraced it. Her pale skin gleamed through the lacy border and dramatized the fullness of her thighs above her stocking tops.
"Is there anything I can do?" he offered.
"No," Bea said. Then abruptly an idea struck her, and she whirled about, her tits swinging.
The young man worked his hands, as if they were aching to grasp her supple melons.
"Maybe you can do something," she said. "You've got an athletic build. Are you afraid to fight?"
"Fight! Shit, Bea, what on earth are you talking about?"
She walked up to him and pressed her titties against his chest. She wrapped her arms around him. "There's a young guy blackmailing, me," she said, gazing up into Ted's eyes. "He's got a picture and he's demanding money from me before. he'll hand it over. He's, not nearly as big as you are, and I'm sure he doesn't own a gun."
"What kind of picture is it?" Ted asked, the gathering firmness of his penis letting her know that he appreciated her half-nude body being pressed against him.
"It shows me sucking his cock," Bea said matter-of-factly.
"Who the hell is he?" Ted's excitement increased.
"A prick who works in a department store. I just-picked him up."
"Jesus Christ, Bea!" Ted exclaimed, and his hands came up between them to grasp her boobs.
She raised to her lips the cigarette she'd been holding and she took a puff. Ted bent and licked a wide beige aureole as he held her breast up, then fastened his lips around the nub of her nipple. He sucked, elongating the rubbery stem.
"Will you help me?" Bea asked.
Ted hungrily switched his mouth to her other tit, and she noted that the front of his trousers was protruding. She clutched his risen penis through his pants.
"Do it for me!" he panted, raising his head. "God, Bea, suck my cock and I'll do anything!"
He was too young and handsome to be hard up for sex, Bea felt sure, and she doubted that he had a special yen for her. It was only because she was Linc's wife. Well, that was okay. She would give him what he wanted ... and most probably enjoy it.
She backed up and snuffed out her cigarette in an ashtray, her titties quivering as she ground the butt against the glass. She sat on a chair.
"All right, darling, bring it to Mama," she said.
Ted quickly ripped open his pants, let his prick spear out, and walked to her. Bea curled cool fingers around his sizable, very virile shaft, and rolled back his foreskin. His pink bulb burst forth, its teasy subtle fragrance rising in her nostrils as she bowed her head.
She licked his cock first as the turgid bulb quivered against her tongue and he gazed down, taking in the delightful sight. Then she widened her rouged lips and wrapped them around his knob. She rolled her eyes upward as she sucked him, swirling her wet tongue about his blissfully throbbing glans.
The door opened, and Melanie entered.
"My goodness!" she exclaimed, her cheeks turning pink, and she quickly turned around and left.
Ted fucked his prick feverishly between Bea's silken, wet lips, and he came, spurting his thick sperm over her tongue and down her gulping throat. She kept sucking as he pumped, and she swallowed all his jism down.
When she raised her head to let his softened prick flop into her hand, her eyes were watery. She licked her lips, swallowed again, then bent once more to lick his penis perfectly clean. She stuffed him back into his trousers and zipped his fly.
"There!" she said.
"I-I'm sorry I came so fast! But when that blonde walked in on us ... "
"Never mind her. After you do what I want you to do, we'll have a nice long session together." Bea smiled seductively. "Then I'll find out what you're really made of, hmmm?"
"Who is the bastard who's blackmailing you? Where can I find him?"
Bea gave him Ronnie's name and address. "There's another guy in the scheme, too," she added, "but I think Ronnie has the photo. It's a Polaroid shot, so that means there's no negative, and he only took one."
"I'll get it," Ted promised. He swept up the press release which Linc had left on a table, and he left the room.
Melanie, that tart! Bea thought. Why'd she have to see what I was doing?
It didn't really bother her, because she didn't think Linc would mind, even if Melanie reported it. It was just the idea of the stupid girl barging in.
Bea got up and entered the bedroom of the suite. She was a little itchy, because she had gotten excited while sucking Ted's cock and had received no satisfaction. But she could live with that. If Ted got the picture, everything would be perfect!
Melanie's panties were moistly plastered to her warm slit as she hurried down the hall toward her own room. She had been looking for Linc when she had walked in on his wife with the PR man. She'd had a question about Scotty's curriculum, but the shocking sight in Linc's suite had blasted it out of her mind.
Bea sure was some slut, Melanie thought, conveniently forgetting that she herself had engaged in sex with both the chauffeur and young Scotty ... as well as with Bea, though the latter had been more or less forced on her.
A door at her side opened and Linc appeared, emerging from Sam's room.
The candidate grinned. "Hi, teacher!" he said, and it appeared that he had forgiven her for resisting him the other night. "You're fucking radiant!"
The fact was that she was still blushing from having seen Bea sucking Ted's cock.
"Hello, Mr. uh ... I mean, Linc." She smiled with embarrassment. "I can't get used to calling the next governor by his first name."
He moved close and slipped an arm around her. "I've been doing my best to get us better acquainted," he said, and rubbed his hand in gentle rotation against her firm, resilient buttocks.
"Please!" she protested, and drew clear.
"Why are you so damned stand-offish with me?" he asked a bit sharply.
"You're m-married!" she said, which seemed a reasonable excuse. Actually, she was afraid of him. She had proved she wasn't above fooling around with someone she could control, like Scotty or the chauffeur ... or with someone who was. physically incapable of taking her virginity, like Bea. Linc's big cock was a lethal weapon, however.
"Shit!" he exclaimed. "Bea and I have an open marriage. She doesn't care what I do."
He caught himself and glanced quickly about. They were, after all, in a public hallway. It happened that there were no strangers nearby at the moment, but his ardor had been sufficiently cooled by that time so that he just went on his way.
Melanie was sizzling worse than ever. She continued on down the hall to her own room, then remembered Phil was right across the hall. After glancing both ways to make certain she wasn't being observed, she quickly opened his door and entered.
She should have knocked, she immediately realized, for Phil was stretched out on his back on the bed, stroking his small but very rigid penis with one hand while he held a picture magazine in the other. He was gazing at color photographs of naked girls.
Bursting in on him was Melanie's second faux pas in quick succession. However; this time she didn't turn and rush out in confusion. She blushed a bit, but held her ground. After all, Phil was only a chauffeur.
She even vented her frustration and embarrassment by turning the tables on him. "What are you doing, you dirty creep?" she demanded.
He shrank-but his cock didn't, as he continued to grip it and stared up at the beautiful young blonde. "I'm s-sorry!" he said.
"Playing with yourself while you look at a magazine!" she chided, rubbing it in. "At least, you could look at something real!"
She raised her skirt ... up above her tightly gartered stocking tops, along her bare thighs, and to the narrow lace edges of her pink panties. She felt like a slut, but she assured herself that it didn't matter, because Phil was only a servant. She had come into the room to make him serve her, and she decided to follow through on it immediately.
She wiggled out of her pants, pulling them inside-out down her legs, and stepped free. She dropped them onto the pudgy chauffeur's face and smiled wickedly.
"Ooooh, wowwww ... " he groaned, and let go of his magazine to grasp the girl's warm panty briefs with both hands, rubbing them all over his face, across his lips and nose. He inhaled several times. His tongue fluttered over the nylon.
Still holding her skirt at her middle, blatantly exposing her silken blonde muff, Melanie picked up the photo magazine and gazed at the spread legged models.
"I'm prettier than they are!" she sniffed.
Phil seemed to agree. His prick continued to stick up, throbbing, as he let her panties fall away.
"Sit on my face!" he begged Melanie.
That sounded good to her, and she commenced to mount the naked man with her front toward the top of his head. But then on a wicked impulse, because he was only a chauffeur and a dirty one at that, she turned around and mounted facing his feet.
She had gone potty a little while ago and, though she had wiped carefully, as always, she hadn't bathed since. She got a kick out of sitting right down so that the chauffeur's nose was forced between her asscheeks while her steaming hot pussy smacked his lips.
If she was abusing him, he certainly gave no sign of being offended. On the contrary, his cock seemed to bristle even stiffer, and it quivered visibly, its plump head puffed with lust.
Melanie let her skirt fall around his head, and she wickedly ground her hips, wobbling her buttocks at each side of his nose and loosening her asshole as her oozing cuntlips kissed his mouth. His tongue speared upward and began to slurp at her honey pot. His lips sucked noisily, drinking her nectar. She felt his ticklish breath between the cheeks of her bottom.
She stared at his stuck-up, quivering dick.
Melanie got hotter and hotter as the nasty chauffeur licked her and inhaled the earthy aroma of her ass. She clutched his hard cock and began to stroke it. Finally she couldn't resist and bowed her head, letting her golden-blonde hair cascade around his privates. This caused her widely split bottom to rise a little, and she heard him gratefully gulp some fresh air. She was aware that be could look at her ass close-up now and admire it to his heart's content as he continued licking her pussy, and she clasped the plum-like head of his penis in her hot, wet mouth.
She cocksucked him furiously, bobbing her head up and down, and his tongue in her pussy went wild. He plunged as deeply into her succulent girl-flesh as he could go, and his stroking of her ditty caused her to mouth his prick even faster and more heatedly.
The room seemed to throb with the power of their unleashed lust, and, when the chauffeur exploded, it was like Old Faithful erupting. Melanie caught the first geysering spurt in her throat, then sat back on his face and farted as she ground her hot ass. The chauffeur's second spurt shot straight in the air. She came throbbingly, with his nose in her very fragrant asshole and his tongue fluttering wildly against her clit. He spurted again ... again, and again, his sperm splattering down over his nuts and legs and belly. A bit of his first shot dribbled over Melanie's lower lip and onto her chin. This was still visible as she dismounted from the nasty man and stood next to the bed, smiling down. His face was flushed, and his eyes were glassy. But he looked happier than he had been in a long, long time.
"Ooooh, Miss Jones ... " he said, "that was wonderful!"
"You liked it, hm?" she asked, and licked her lip. She wiped her chin.
"It was terrific!" he said, with a deeply gratified sigh.
"Want to keep my panties?" she asked.
"Yes! Please!"
"Okay," Melanie said, and turned to leave the room, switching her hips.
If she kept giving her pants away, she was going to run out of underwear before long, she realized, but she thought that Phil deserved a reminder of this particular episode. Her panties were no doubt slightly impregnated with the same scent which he had seemed to enjoy sniffing, and it gave her perverse pleasure to think that he would continue to sniff it.
She had certainly turned into a different girl since she had gone to work for the Townsend's! But she remained a virgin, and that was what mattered, she assured herself.
No longer frustrated nor embarrassed, she returned to her own room to pack. They would be taking off soon for the next town on the campaign trail, she understood.
CHAPTER TEN
"Shit!" Linc exclaimed into the telephone, and leaped from his chair.
Bea looked up from her packing. (They hadn't bothered to bring a maid along.) "What is it?"
"Ted, that asshole, got himself tossed into jail!"
Bea blanched. "What for?" she was almost afraid to ask.
"For some kind of scuffle. I don't know the details." He resumed speaking into the telephone. "Yes, I'll be right down. No! I can't, uhh ... " Bea said, "What is it? Ted has to be bailed out? Let me take care of it!"
"Are you crazy?" Linc said, his hands covering the phone. "That would be as bad as me going down there. The newspapers would have a field day. I'll send Sam."
He passed the word to whomever he was talking to at the police station, evidently not Ted himself, and hung up. It was understandable to Bea why Ted hadn't wanted to make the call personally. But later, when they met, would he tell Linc why he had gotten into a fight which had caused him to end up in jail? Bea was as sure as she could be without actually hearing it that the fight had been with Ronnie, over her picture. Had Ted gotten the picture, she wondered. If so, had the police taken possession of it? Was it even then being passed around?
Regardless of what had happened, she was in deep trouble. She should have told Linc the truth at the beginning, she decided ... too late.
She fretted while Linc took off to find Sam. Her anxiety increased as they waited for Sam to report back or to bring Ted with him. In the meantime, Linc refused to answer the telephone, fearing it would be a reporter asking for comment.
When Sam did appear, with a chagrined Ted who immediately looked at Bea, her sense of foreboding reached such a pitch that she could feel it in her throat.
"What the hell happened to you?" Linc demanded of his young press-aid.
"I was, uh, calling on this guy and ... well, we had a disagreement," Ted faltered, his handsome face showing the effects of the altercation. He continued to stare at Bea.
"From the looks of you," Linc said, "I would say it was more of a brawl. Who was the guy who beat you up?"
"He didn't exactly beat me up," Ted replied. "He got the worse of it, in fact. It was when he took off down the hall and I followed that we attracted attention and somebody called the cops. Those bastards got there faster than I've ever seen them do before."
"You didn't answer my question," Linc said coldly. "I don't care who won or lost. I want to know why you got mixed up with the fellow. Who is he?"
"Uuuuuuh ... "
Bea wished to God that Ted wouldn't keep staring at her.
"Do you know what it was all about?" Linc asked Sam.
"I've got an idea," the campaign manager said as he chewed a soggy cigar.
"Well?"
Sam also stared at Beatrice. "Do you wanta tell him?" he asked her.
"Oooh, shit!" she exclaimed, and turned to stride to the windows. With her back to the other occupants of the room, she said, "Ted was doing something for me. The guy he went to see was blackmailing me. He had a picture. Ted was trying to get it away from him." She whirled to confront the young man. "I don't suppose you succeeded."
"No, Bea. The bastard wouldn't give it up."
Linc walked up to her, his eyes blazing. "How come somebody in this town was blackmailing you? What happened here?"
Bea rolled her eyes fretfully. "Ooh, Linc, can't we talk about it in private?"
"We'll talk about it right now!" he roared.
"All right! I picked the guy up yesterday. His friend took a god-damned picture of us after he found out who I am."
"You stupid, hot-pants slut!" Linc cried, and slapped her so hard across the cheek that she lost her balance and plunged onto the sofa. He sprang after her. The other men stared, not daring or perhaps even wanting to come to her defense, as Linc knelt next to the sofa and pressed her fully onto her stomach, holding her down. She was sobbing, because her cheek burned and she feared her husband's wrath was not yet fully expended.
She was right.
Linc's right hand began to smack her quivery, buxom buttocks, and she yelped, her hips jerking. Sam and Ted fidgeted, glancing at each other, then back at Linc and his wife. Linc's rage only seemed to intensify as he slapped her, burning her bottom, and he jerked her skirt up.
The other men gazed at her opulent ass in lacy black briefs.
Linc slapped her on the panty-seat, making her yelp louder and causing a vibration of her rear globes which made her panties shake and shimmer. Even this humiliation and stinging pain didn't satisfy him and, after spanking her on her panties a number of times, he gripped the flimsy elastic at the top of her briefs and yanked it down, turning her panties inside-out at her thighs.
He smacked her bare bottom, causing sharp, fleshy sounds which were erotically arousing. The way her buttocks jumped and trembled was even more stimulating. Sam and Ted squirmed as they watched, both acquiring hard-ons.
Finally, from sheer fatigue in his arm, Linc stopped spanking his wife, and he rose. Leaving her panties at half-mast and her rosy-swathed bottom exposed, he strode from the room, a hump visible at the front of his trousers.
Giving no thought to this, he marched down the hotel corridor, fortunately meeting no one on the way ...
Melanie was seated in her room, reading. She looked up when Linc entered and, noting the fierce expression on his face, rose from her chair.
"What is it?" she asked, alarmed.
"God damn you!" he snarled. "What did I tell you when I hired you for this job?"
"Uuh ... uuh ... " Her cheeks reddened. "Well, you told me several things."
"About Bea!" he prompted, his eyes blazing.
"Well, you wanted me to watch her ... to make sure she didn't ... "
" Exactly! And you screwed up!"
Melanie gulped. "You mean she ... got involved with some stranger?"
"You bet your ass she did! And now I'm on the hook for a blackmail payment as well as a criminal charge against a member of my staff!"
"My God ... " Melanie murmured.
"Can you think of any reason why I shouldn't fire you?" Linc demanded.
"Yes." Her lips quivered. "I'm getting along very well with Scotty."
"Sure. But the world if full of teachers, most with more experience than you."
"Then why did you hire me?"
"Because you turned me on, if you must know the truth. And because I figured you could get close to Bea and keep her from lousing up my campaign. Damn it, if I don't win this election, it will be her fault ... and yours!"
"All right then, I'll quit!" she said, sniffling.
Linc watched her rise and turn toward her suitcases, which were already packed and resting on the floor. He eyed her pleasing bottom.
"Wait," he said in a softer, more considerate tone, and she turned to face him.
He moved up to her. "You still turn me on do you know that?"
Melanie's pulse gave a little surge. She had been wanting him to make another play for her, though she hadn't come right out and admitted it to herself.
"I, uuh, didn't know," she said.
"Oh, come on!" Linc chuckled, and took light hold of her bare arms. His fingers crawled along them, giving her pleasurable goose bumps, then he suddenly grasped her fiercely at the waist, hauling her hard against him. She felt the sizable bulge of his penis, backed by his large balls.
Her knees went a little weak.
Do I dare just kneel right here, right now, and service him? she wondered. I would like to!
His lips pressed crushingly to hers, and he spread her sweet mouth for the thrust of his tongue. She imagined it was his penis, and she clamped onto it with her tongue and lips, groaning as she sucked. She felt a tremor pass through him. His cock started to rise.
With her brain seeming to spin, she sank to her knees, and Linc uttered a cry of surprised delight as she quickly opened the fly of his trousers. She brought out his penis, which was like a curved salami, meaty and thick. It was the first cock she had ever seen, she recalled, and it was still the biggest arid best, by far. Her cool fingers encircled his semi-turgid shank, and she waved his cock to and fro, bobbling the purplish head.
"Do it, you sweet baby!" he husked as she lifted his curving appendage higher and bent toward glans, which hung like a big chunk of fruit.
"Aaaaaahhbhng ... " she groaned as she licked his cockhead, bobbling it about.
He tasted fine, very manly, and his scent pleased her also. She let her glistening rosy lips open wide. She became very excited as she fitted her mouth over the head of his cock and began to suck him.
"Aaaaawwwww!" he groaned pleasurably, and his prick immediately fattened, the knob filling her mouth and his thick shaft holding her lips wide apart. This was the most cock she had yet sucked, the others scarcely even comparing.
She champed on his meaty cockhead, drawing juice from it, and her own eager saliva seeped out from between her lips and his shaft to trickle down her chin.
"Ghaaawwwwwwh!" she said greedily, and began to pump her encircling lips on his rigid, throbbing pillar.
His cockhead surged far back on her restless tongue, and she couldn't let it go any farther, because it was too large for her throat. She concentrated on stroking the silken circle of her lips across the hard-ridged collar of his cock while she licked his bulging glans, tasting its juice. She reached into his pants and brought out his balls.
It would have been a marvelously stimulating sight for anyone looking On, to see the young, fresh-faced blonde kneeling before the middle-aged man, her pink mouth widely spread around his horse like prick. She obviously enjoyed it a great deal as she moved gingerly but smoothly forward and back, taking then relinquishing some shaft, but keeping his cockhead in her mouth at all times, except for just the ridge which rhythmically appeared and disappeared as she pumped her head.
Her mouth made lubricious sounds as it stroked around his very thick, meaty member. Her throaty moans were muffled by his manly plug and gave way to gulping gurgles every now and then. Her senses swirled.
She loved his big balls, which were warm and heavy with lust. She rolled them in her hand, like eggs sacked in velvet.
"Let me fuck you!" he begged, looking down and watching his brownish shaft gliding in and out between her pink lips.
She backed up and released his cockhead with lip-smacking slowness. His immense organ whipped upward to stand quivering in turgid fullness, mixed saliva and male sexual fluid dangling from its wetly glistening head.
"Will it hurt me?" she asked, not really wanting to be a virgin any more but fearing the size of his monstrous member assaulting her small sexual orifice.
"I'll try to keep it from hurting," he promised, and she thought that was all he could be expected to say.
She would settle for it, she excitedly decided. But there was one other problem!
"I don't want to have a baby!"
"Of course not," Linc said, and chuckled. "We will see that doesn't happen."
She got up, weak-kneed, and fumbled with the fasteners on her dress. She was blushing. Linc began to slowly remove his garments as he watched her.
Down to brassiere, pants, and stockings, she stretched out on the bed. She had washed and donned fresh undies after Phil had diddled with her.
Lincoln's prick remained high and hugely turgid as he completed disrobing. Then he knelt beside her on the bed. This was the moment which she really had been waiting and hoping for, she realized, although fear had kept her from admitting it previously.
Linc stroked her nylon-cupped titties, her bare waist, and her panty-sheathed hips. He petted her thighs, which were full and smoothly firm between her panty elastics and the tops of her stockings. He seemed to like to run his hands along her garters, enjoying the tactile contrast between those straps and her satiny skin.
Today she wore multi-colored minibriefs, with her garter belt atop them, and the man was forced to unfasten her stockings before he could remove her pants. He worked deftly, releasing her garter clips one by one. Melanie let her fingertips dance lightly along his uplifted rod.
"You've got such a big, beautiful cock!" she purred. "I really want to feel all that inside me!"
"Don't worry," he replied. "You will."
She shivered a little, because she was still afraid. But all women got fucked sooner or later, she assured herself-or all but an unfortunate few-and they seemed to survive it to fuck again. And again.
Linc brushed the nylon stocking down Melanie's left leg, removed her high-heeled shoe, and took the stocking off. He then denuded her right leg after which, he unclipped her garter belt and drew it away.
She still had her bra on, and he sat her up to get at its hooks. He brushed the bra forward, its cups dropping off her pink-nippled promontories, and he glided his hands toward him, underneath her arms, his thumbs extending along the shallow creases beneath her breasts. His fingers wrapped around the sides of her jutting knockers, and his thumbs and fingers squeezed, testing the girlish flesh. Her pink nipples thrust forward, more pointy than ever. Her breasts were exquisitely smooth and firm.
Linc bent his handsome dark head, protruded his tongue, and tasted the tip of one titty.
"Oooooooo!" Melanie said, and shivered pleasurably, her nipple quivering against his lingual caress.
He turned to her other breast, which he continued to hold as well, and licked that one. He caught her nipple between his firm lips and tugged on it. He let the rubbery stem snap back, giving her a tingly thrill, and caught it again. He rolled the tiny girl prick between his lips and waggled his tongue across its end.
Melanie's tits had never felt so good before. The other males she had been with hadn't really known how to treat them. Even Bea hadn't pleasured them so intensely. The young virgin became more and more convinced that she was doing the right thing in surrendering to Linc. It certainly was what she wanted to do.
He let her titties go, and they quivered, delectably while remaining perfectly erect. He eased her down onto her back once more, and the mounds on her chest remained high and shapely. She watched him take hold of the top of her bikini briefs and slowly pull the sexy little panties down.
Her blonde fluff popped out at him, then the beginning of her plushy slit. He saw only the top of it before raising her legs so that he could remove her panties.
At last she was nude before him, and his cock remained at high, rigid salute.
He propped her knees up, then spread them wide apart. Her lightly furred petals parted just enough for him to glimpse a slash of juicy pinkness.
His thumbs made her exposure complete, opening her puny like a ripe peach. The nectar fairly spurted.
"What an adorable little twat!" he said ... and Melanie wasn't sure if she liked that. Twat wasn't one of her favorite naughty words.
"I prefer pussy," she told him.
"Then pussy it is," Linc replied, wiggling the soft, delicate folds so that he could study her to his heart's content. His uplifted packer twitched.
He bowed, stuck out his tongue, and licked the tip of her clit.
"OOOOOOH!" she moaned, full-throated, and clamped her legs around his head.
Linc had to struggle like a man fighting a boa constrictor in order to extricate himself.
"Good Lord!" he exclaimed, surprised by her immediate and vehement acceptance of the cunnilingus. "You must have had your little jigger licked before."
"Yes," she admitted. Her eyes were hot, and she was breathing hard, her firm breasts rising and falling.
"You virgins!" he said. "You let guys go down on you, and you suck their cocks, but you won't let them fuck your sweet pussies! What sense does that make?"
"I want you to fuck my pussy now," Melanie said.
"I like to hear you say it." He smiled down. "Say fuck again."
"Fuck," Melanie carefully pronounced, blushing a little.
"Again"
"Fuck!" she said, more urgently.
"Again," he teased.
"Oooooh, shit!" she said. "Fuck me now, God damn it!"
Linc swarmed forward atop her, grasping his cannon-like cock, and Melanie knew that her remaining moments of virginity were numbered, She hadn't intended to lose her maidenhood this way, certainly now. But things that were important never happened according to plan, she supposed.
All that mattered was that she truly wanted Linc to fuck her.
She could hardly wait ...
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The bulbous head of his prick bunted her slit, and she caught her breath. This was it!
"Be gentle ... " she murmured. Her ooh shit-fuck me eagerness had given way to apprehension, which was more like a virgin might be expected to act.
Lincoln wiggled his cock, working her pussy-petals apart, and he nudged between the slick little labia, spreading them wider than they had ever been spread before. But this was only the beginning. As Linc pushed farther, Melanie's love-lips opened wider yet, and she gasped for a second time in quick succession.
"Ooooh, you're too biiiiig!" she exclaimed.
"Nonsense," he said. "The more cock, the better."
"But I'm too small to take it!"
"You'll stretch," he said, and pushed harder, dilating her cuntmouth.
"OOOOOOOOH!! she cried.
The tip of his prick was against her virginal membrane. He wiggled the pole with his hand, softening and lubricating her entrance before he made his plunge.
Melanie had sucked in her breath and was holding it. This was awful, she decided. No wonder she had wanted to remain a virgin! Why had she changed her mind?
It was too late to quibble about that, she realized, for Linc was pushing at the door, intent upon battering his way into her. She could only hope he would not be too rough.
When the end of his prick was settled exactly right in her spread slit, he pushed steadily but firmly.
"YIIIIIIIII!" Melanie squealed, pain searing her.
Then her protective membrane burst, and the fullness of Linc's cockhead crowded into her narrow, never-before-entered channel, ballooning it immensely and making her feel grossly plugged. If this was fucking, she wanted to have no part of it, she thought in anguish as his cock bored deeper and deeper into her virginal passage while she whined.
But, unexpectedly, the pain and even the sense of fullness lessened as he gained deeper possession of her pussy. She could feel him up in there ... going all the way up ... but now it gave her more satisfaction than discomfort. A strange kind of satisfaction, it was-strange but right!
She wriggled a little around Linc's inrushing rod, helping him to give her more and more of it, until it seemed to hit bottom, and she gasped, "Stopppppppp!"
"You've got only six inches," he said. "I have two more to give you."
"Nooooooh! I couldn't take them!"
"Okay," Linc said. "I'll loosen you up first and deepen that little sheath."
He began to stroke slowly and carefully, in and out through the still-sore mouth of her vagina, rubbing the raw, ragged edges of her hymen. But the soreness didn't seem as important now as the pleasure which she derived, from the friction. Sensitive nerve-ends, which had never before been stimulated, thrilled to the stroking of Linc's hard, thick rod between them. The tip of her ditty got in on the act, as well, and it thrilled just as intensely as it had to the fluttering of a tongue-perhaps more so.
Linc deepened his possession of her with every plunge, his long cock gliding farther and farther up her tunnel of love, until he seemed to be reaching way up into the center of her belly, where she had, never really thought she would feel a cock. Her blue eyes were wide, her lips parted, as he masterfully fucked her, taking total possession. She felt his balls sock solidly into her crotch, and she knew that he was embedded to the hilt within her pussy.
His strokes became longer and more thrilling now, each one driving deep, nailing her with the entirety of his prick. His organ felt nothing like a nail, but more like an arm with a big, balled fist at the end of it, except that she could feel veins and ridges standing out. Each of these stimulated her pussynerves, driving her to greater and greater heights of passion.
She moaned and began to hunch, hardly thinking about it at first but merely responding instinctively, wanting more friction and all the cock she could get! She felt blissfully expanded and stretched by each of Linc's thrusts--so full of his hard, throbbing maleness!
She lifted her legs and wrapped them around him.
The frightened virgin of just minutes before began to fuck like a bunny!
Linc rode her with only slight restraint, now that he felt how she was responding. He plunged with zestful eagerness into her tight, slippery cunt. She cooed and quivered, writhing her wet warmth around him.
He covered her more closely, the hairs on his chest tickling her tits. His monstrous cock was like a fuck-machine, rocking her with his deep penetrating plunges. His balls, drawn up snugly now at the base of his rod, rubbed against her sensitive rim each time he drove home.
She panted more hotly. She squirmed. Her hips returned his frenzied fucking, stroke for stroke.
Melanie's natural sensuousness, which she had long sought to deny but which had burst into the open almost from the first moment she had come to work for the Townsend's, made a smooth transition for her change from virgin to fuck-loving mistress. Since she had climaxed a number of times by tongue and fingertips, she knew what to expect, and she surged toward what she hoped would be her warmest and most satisfying orgasm yet.
She wasn't disappointed. As Linc's cunt filling strokes came faster and faster, jazzing her clit-tip delightfully and stimulating every nerve end in her vagina, she gasped and bumped, clutching him and kicking. Finally she reached the pinnacle, and she clung there for a moment, as if contemplating the dizzy plunge before her. Then she took it, and she thrilled to the most deep reaching, wide-spreading surge of satisfaction she had ever received as she seemed to plummet down-down ... downward through space, to land in a magnificent bed of fluffy cotton.
Linc pulled out, and his gigantic cock, which was tinged with her virgin's blood, jerked upward several times and pulsated before its puffed head shot out a spurt of milk-white semen which arced past her to splatter against the headboard. As he clutched his massive prick in his fist and stroked it, the second spurt flew lower, jetting between her tits and striking her on the chin. His third shot skimmed her belly, and then he let his prick go and it aimed higher but emitted only little ejaculations which arced a few inches and dropped to pool in and around her navel.
"Ooooooooh, God ... !" she breathed.
"Glad you're no longer virgin?" Linc asked.
"Yesssssss!" she assured him. And she meant it! She was a total woman at last.
Though obviously proud of his conquest and pleased by its results, Linc had important matters to attend to. After going to the bathroom to wash up, he returned and got dressed immediately.
"Get a prescription for the pill," he advised Melanie. "I don't like having to pull out." She still had his sperm on her belly and neck some on a nipple, as well. "Does Bea mind if we do it?" she asked. "Fuck Bea!" he snorted.
"I'd rather fuck you!" Melanie said with a giggle.
"That's the girl!" He smiled.
Melanie was a bit disappointed. She hadn't expected love words or any kind of commitment. But it did seem cavalier of Linc to just fuck and run!
But should she be surprised? She, had known what sort of person he was all the time-selfish, demanding, ambitious, not caring much about the rights or feelings of others.
But with it all, he was charming! And he did have a perfectly luscious prick, Melanie reflected cozily as she continued to lie on her back in the center of the bed, too blissfully sated to move. Even the lingering soreness around her cuntal mouth didn't bother her. It was like a slight burn on one's tongue which might be received while eating a delicious meal. Never mind it!
Finally she got up and walked, still a bit dizzily, to the bathroom. After the mess Linc had left all over her, and between her thighs, she had some cleaning up to do.
CHAPTER TWELVE
"Baby, like I tell you ... I'm gonna be rich soon. Now just lie down and spread those thighs."
Naomi Thurston didn't like men to think of her as that mercenary. But she was. And she supposed it showed.
She didn't quite believe the clothing salesman who was trying to talk her into his bed. However, he spoke with such conviction that she couldn't just shrug him off. She had fucked on flimsier prospects in the past.
She lay down and spread her legs.
Ronnie's cock was high as a flagpole as he strutted to the bed. He knelt on the mattress, facing the blonde's open crotch. Like most of them, she was not blonde between the legs. But that didn't bother Ronnie. She had what he needed-a lippy slit that was well greased by the oils of her passion, which he had worked up while taking off her clothes and maneuvering her to this position.
He gripped his prick in his fist and moved up, touching the mushroom-shaped knob to her unfurled labia. He pushed with a twist of his hips, and his cock screwed smoothly into her.
"Ooooooooh!" she said.
He wasn't quite sure where her passion left off and her greed began. But he didn't care about that, either. She was only a pickup to satisfy his needs of the moment, and with the warm moistness of her pussy surrounding his throbbing hard-on, satisfaction was at hand.
He began to stroke in and out of her pleasure giving cunt.
Her titties quivered like peaked mounds of Jell-o with small cherries at their crests. She gazed directly at Ron, her eyes very intent-looking for his reaction, no doubt, to discern how pleased with her he was.
His prick spoke for him, pumping faster and faster into her slippery, snugly clasping hole. She bumped her crotch while holding her bent legs in the air. Finally she hooked them around his back and fucked heatedly. His bed squeaked and rattled ...
The noise, not to mention his intense concentration, kept him from hearing the door of his apartment being stealthily opened. Two pairs of size twelve shoes silently crossed the carpet and entered the bedroom.
The naked man between the blonde's encircling legs was pounding his pecker home, and the observing men waited for a few moments, dirty smiles spreading across their faces. As their cocks began to tense, the leader realized the danger of getting too involved. A rangy man, with a prominent nose and black hair combed forward at his forehead and the sides of his head, he barked.
"Okay-that's enough!"
Ronnie froze in Naomi's cunt.
He flipped his head around and stared at the man who had spoken and at the fellow's bushy haired, beetle-browned partner, both of whom held guns.
Naomi squealed, and her cunt spasmed around Ronnie's deeply sunk prick. Surprisingly, she was coming. Ron couldn't come. In fact, he shrank inside her.
"Wh-what do you want?" he asked, his face a mask of fear.
"Somethin' you've got," the leader of the intruders said. "Maybe two things-huh, Charlie?" He tossed a quick wink at his friend.
"You mean, we can screw the babe, Duke?" the other guy asked with simple-minded eagerness.
"I don't see why not," Duke replied. "But first we want the pitcher."
Ronnie withdrew his softened penis from the girl's still quivering cunt, and she sat up, scooting backward until she was against the headboard of the bed. Ronnie swung around, his wet penis flopping between his thighs.
"I ... I don't know what you're talking about," he said.
"You asshole!" Duke rasped, and lifted his black revolver higher. It had a silencer attached, as did Charlie's weapon. "We know you've got a pitcher of the next governor's wife-that Townsend broad-sucking some guy's cock. Was it yours?"
"Ronnie!" Naomi cried. "You didn't tell me you've got another woman!"
He ignored her. So did the gunman, as much as possible, considering that she was seated with her legs spread wide apart and juice dribbling from her rosy, hair fringed snatch.
"Who told you about the picture?" Ronnie demanded of the men.
"That don't make any difference," Duke said. "Just get it up!"
"Speaking of gettin' it up, Duke, mine's up from just lookin' at that cute pussy!"
"Forget her right now! This is business!" Duke added to Ronnie, "Get that pitcher and make it fast, or I'll waste you and find it myself!"
The naked clothing salesman leaped trembling from the bed and hurried to his dresser. He extracted the Polaroid print from underneath his shorts.
"All right!" Duke said, grinning, as Ron handed the picture over. The gunmen perused it. "Look at that, Charlie! It is him, gettin' his cock sucked by the next governor's wife."
"Shit, yeah!" Charlie said, staring at the photo. "How did a guy like him get to know her?"
"That's somethin' we don't give a fuck about!" Duke replied. "We were just told to get the pitcher, and now we've got it." He slipped the print into his pocket.
"Can we screw the babe now?" his partner asked excitedly.
"Sure," Duke said. "You screw her while she sucks me off."
"Oooooooh, no!" Naomi cried, and scrambled off the bed, her small, pointy breasts shaking.
Duke lunged forward and shoved his cold gun against her belly. She gasped.
"You get back down on that bed, cunt!" he snarled.
"R-Ronnie ... !" she whined, her lower lip quivering and her eyes bright with fear. "Are you gonna let 'em treat me this way?"
"I don't give a shit what they do to you," he groaned, and dropped into a chair. His balls ached from his failure to achieve a release after getting intensely excited. His spirit ached worse than that.
Hopelessly Naomi stared at the gunmen. Then she turned with a murmur of resignation, and stretched out on the bed.
"Can I put my gun away, Duke?" Charlie asked, his pants-front bulging.
"Yeah, I'll keep 'em both covered."
Ronnie didn't pose any problem as he sat disconsolately with his elbows propped on his naked thighs and his face hidden in his hands. The girl wouldn't be a problem, either, once 200-pound Charlie got on top of her. Still Duke kept his gun out while he unzipped his pants with the other hand. He flipped, out a purplish-headed, swarthy skinned cock that hung halfway to his knees.
Naomi gasped as she looked at it.
Charlie pushed his pants and shorts down, and his semi-turgid penis sprang up to curve toward the girl, its bulb trying to break through a thick lip of foreskin. Sexually, he was much smaller than his friend.
Naomi glanced quickly from one man to the other and was glad that, if she had to be taken against her will, it was Charlie who was going to do it to her pussy and Duke was going to take her in the mouth. She felt she could control the depth of the latter's penetration by jerking her head if need be.
Charlie got into position, and his prick rose the rest of the way. Hearing the bed creak, Ronnie raised his head to watch, though he wasn't much interested. Duke, holding the gun, gave him a glance, then moved up to the side of the bed. As Charlie pronged lustily into the girl, Duke lifted his own limp, lengthy penis and directed it at her face.
With her pussy full of the other man's cock, she turned toward Duke. The subtle scent of his penis drifted up her nostrils, making them flare. She shut her eyes shamefully and stuck out her pink tongue ...
Duke gazed down, a smirk of self-satisfaction on his face as the blonde licked his spongy, purplish cockhead. He continued to hold his dingus toward her, and her tongue buffeted its head about. Gradually his shaft stiffened, and the bulb swelled. After Naomi caught the rounded, smooth chunk of meat in her mouth and began to suck, his stem became pipe-like and his glans was a big, burning ball of lust.
Naomi groaned as she sucked it, and he shoved it deeper into her mouth. Watching this, Charlie furiously fucked her as he stayed up on straight arms.
The girl, though freshly sated, began to squirm and gurgle, grinding her snatch around Charlie's fast-pumping prick as she lunged her head at the projecting penis of the other man. She took more of Duke's monster-cock than she had intended, letting it skewer her open, palpitating throat as she sucked glidingly and claspingly on his hard stem.
As Ronnie watched, his cock rose to remind him that he hadn't been satisfied before. Funkily he began to stroke it with his hand.
Duke glanced at him and grinned. Charlie was too busy hunching and sweating to care about anything else. Naomi was similarly single-minded-no, double-minded really-as she sucked at one cock and took the other up her writhing, bumping cunt.
Ronnie's fingers played his own turgid prick like a piccolo, alternating with frenzied jerks. Duke looked down and stroked his cock slowly between the blonde's stretched pink lips. Charlie powered into her curly thatch.
The bed groaned. It jiggled. Naomi began to lurch. Charlie caught her fever and his prick lurched within her quaking vagina, spurting hotly.
Duke pulled back, to feel her hot lips around the sensitive collar of his cock and her tongue against the bulb. Then he let go, spreading his jism over her tongue like spilled cream which dribbled down her gulping throat.
Watching the other men climax in the girl he had brought home, Ronnie shot his seed into midair, feeling like a fool but at least gaining relief.
Duke drew his softening, drizzly penis from her mouth, which was flecked with foam. She licked her lips and lay back as Charlie dismounted.
"Hey, that was great!" he said, immediately pulling his pants and shorts up.
"It was better than jacking off," Duke agreed, and glanced at Ronnie, whose wet peter slumped. "Too bad about you, my friend, but you should not try to blackmail people."
Ronnie realized morosely that the gunman was right.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Bea had been trying all evening to reach Ronnie by phone, so as to set up a meeting for the payoff. There was no answer. She stopped for awhile to have a late dinner. When she went back to the phone, her call was completed right away.
"Is this Ronnie Wilson?" she asked cautiously, because she wasn't that familiar with his voice.
"Yeah. Who's this?" he growled.
"You know who! Where can I meet you to buy what you have for sale?"
There was silence on the Linc for a few moments. Then the young man said, "You've gotta be kidding!"
"What do you mean?"
"Your guys got the picture!"
"Nobody from here got it!"
"Then I don't know where they came from," Ronnie said. "But they knew about the picture, and they took it away from me at gunpoint!"
"Shit!" Bea exclaimed.
"Better check with your hubby-maybe he hired the hoods," Ronnie said and hung up. Bea knew it was unnecessary to ask Linc, because he had dug up the cash and told her to make the phone call. All she could do was report to him that the matter was out of hand.
"Son of a bitch!" he exploded. "Who the hell could have horned into this thing?"
"Ronnie referred to the men as hoods. He said they had guns."
"Fuck."
It wasn't long before the phone rang, bringing a demand from an unidentified man for a quarter of a million dollars ... or else the photo would be turned over to an underground newspaper for publication. That would mean the end of Linc's political career, after it had barely gotten started.
He stormed from the room, leaving Bea biting her lip, and he strode down the hall to Melanie's bedroom, which he burst into without knocking. He caught the young blonde in panties, garters, and hose, just getting ready for bed.
"I need comforting," he said bluntly, adding, "I'm in a hell of a bind!"
Melanie stared at him. Though the satisfaction from their first fucking still warmed her, she saw no reason why they shouldn't go again. Perhaps sex with Linc had no future, but she enjoyed it for itself, and that was good enough for a newly liberated lady.
She walked to Linc, her tits quivering tautly, and she felt his cock and balls through his pants.
"God, yes!" he said, shutting his eyes. "Make me feel good! I need it!"
Melanie sank to her knees in front of the handsome older man. Having a tasty, fat prick in her mouth would make her feel good, also. Especially Linc's prick. It was the best she had yet seen or tasted.
She unzipped his fly and snaked her hand inside his trousers, entering his underwear as well. Her cool fingers curled around his meaty, warm cock and she brought it' into the open, letting it flop from his fly. On a whim, she brought out his hairy balls, as well.
She lifted his thickened but still pliant prick and tickled her nose with its bald knob. She sniffed the light, musky aroma of his cockhead.
"God damn, you love it, don't you?" he growled. "I knew you'd be hot the first moment I saw you!"
She caught his rubbery cockhead in her mouth, gave it a wet suck as her tongue swirled around it, then popped it free. The bauble hung in mid-air, his penis curving like a bough heavy with fruit. She tilted her head to the side, got underneath his semi-tumescent organ, and began to lick his nuts.
His cock jerked, stretched out, and stood up. Melanie's nudging face shoved it higher, and he enjoyed looking down past it as her busy lips and tongue, working over his testicles. He also liked the way her titties hung, projecting firmly forward and quivering with her every motion. Her pink nipples were super-stiff.
Linc let his gaze sweep down the graceful undulation of her back to her bottom, which was thrust out, its plump cheeks bulging the stretchy nylon of her pink panties.
She tongue-flogged the underside of his packer, from its base to its hugely swollen head, and her lips crept kissingly all over the bulbous, purplish glans. When she smoothed the very tip of his cock, he drove his hips quickly forward, parting her honeyed lips wide as he sunk his horny prick between them. She lowered 'her lashes and sucked the knob-ended column which plugged her mouth. Linc's slightly salty tang stimulated her taste buds, and his male muskiness made her olfactory nerves giddy. Perhaps most of all, she enjoyed the firm feel of his big, powerful maleness in her mouth and the opportunity to use it for the satisfaction of a basic urge which was common to all persons: The need to suck.
Melanie sucked his cock slowly, drawing her lips in a smooth, gliding motion back onto. the bulging crown of his prick, which she circled with her damp tongue before plunging deliberately forward, once more encompassing as much of his stalwart rod as her mouth could hold. Forward and back, forward and back, she pumped her mouth on his throbbingly uplifted cock. The lubricious sounds of the fellatio added to the more basic stimulations, enhancing the breathless pleasure of both Linc and herself.
His balls hung quiveringly outside his pants, and the girl's hand came up underneath to cup them. She coddled his lust-bloated gonads in her palm as her hard fingernails tickled the back of his scrotum. Still, she sucked his cock claspingly, driving her mouth relentlessly along his rod.
"Get on the bed, damn it!" he suddenly cried. "Kneel and stick your ass up!"
That was a new request, and Melanie immediately feared he intended to take her the wrong way, a practice which Bea had said he enjoyed.
"I don't want to do it like that!" she said as she sat on the edge of the bed. "Please don't make me!"
"What are you talking about?" he asked irritably as he quickly stripped off his clothes. "That way is fun!"
"But my asshole is so tiny!" Melanie blurted.
"Your asshole!" Linc laughed. "Christ, I just opened your cunt-that will keep me amused for awhile! What I want to do is screw you from in back, the way the animals do it. Savages do it that way, too."
Melanie giggled and flopped onto her tummy, making her asscheeks quiver in her thin, clingy briefs. "That's all right, then. Just make sure your thing doesn't slip."
"My cock," Linc corrected, as he knelt nude on the bed.
"Yes, your cock!" Melanie said with feeling as she gazed at it warmly over her shoulder. "Your beautiful, big stiff cock!"
He stroked the supple, firm rondures of her rear, sheathed in slippery nylon. His fingertips traced the crotch-seam of her briefs, then the elastics which cuddled the undersides of her buttocks. He stretched one elastic away from a rounded white cheek and bent to kiss it. Melanie shivered with pleasure, her assflesh vibrating against his mouth.
He suddenly bit her bottom, and she gasped.
"Hey, that hurt!" she complained.
Linc's response was to chuckle and stretch the top elastic of her panties down. The deep, tight cleft between her buttocks was revealed. He pulled her pants inside-out along her thighs, down her garters, across her stocking tops, and slitlieringly for the length of her nylons. He worked the panties over one shoe and left them looped around her opposite side.
His hands stroked the symmetrical loveLincss of her legs, off the tops of her nylons and along her taut garters. He bent and licked the outside of a smooth, bare thigh. Then he boosted her hips, forcing her to draw her knees forward for support. She parted her knees far enough to grant him access and he pushed her shoulders down, mashing her breasts against the bed.
"Now!" he declared with relish, kneeling behind her.
The sight which she presented was one for connoisseurs of the very finest in female beauty. Linc qualified. And he appreciated the lovely ass which was thrust upward before him, waiting for the thrust of his prick, which his hand thoughtfully stroked.
Melanie's pale buttocks were split wide enough for him to glimpse her shy anus, pinky-beige and puckered tightly. Her pussy was' a wet slash, edged by golden fluff. Her stretched stocking tops encircled the fullness of her thighs and were held snugly in place by white garters.
Linc moved up and placed his prickhead between her buttocks.
She gasped and flattened herself, making his cock spring upright.
"You promised," she cried.
"I was only teasing," he said. "Come on. Stick it up again!"
"No! Not until you tell me for sure that you won't try to put it into my ass," she insisted
"All right! I won't put it into your ass. I promise. Now, let me see that pink pussy again!"
Melanie slowly raised her buttocks and curved her back concavely so that her lightly fringed cunt thrust itself at him. This time he introduced his cock-knob between her lathered pink labia, and bored grindingly forward, sinking inch after inch of his iron-hard rod into the narrow channel of her sex.
Her moist flesh gripped him heatedly. She panted, then gave a cooing sound and began to revolve her supple bottom. Linc sank deeper yet, until finally her twat had claimed all eight inches of his throbbing cock.
It seemed strange not to see him and not to have his bulk bearing down on her, but to feel his flat belly pressing the cheeks of her ass and his wiry cock-hairs stuffing into her cleavage, tickling her anus. The odd stimulations ceased as he drew his slippery pole backward and partially out of her. He twisted it, stirring her cauldron, then sank deep again.
"Like it?" he asked, almost casually.
"Yessssss!"
"Tell me?"
"I love your big prick!" she said.
"More," Linc prompted as he slowly and steadily fucked her.
"Ooooooooh, you're stretching my pussy so goooood!" she purred heatedly. "And it doesn't hurt now at all! It just feels wonderfull!!! Ooooooh, Fuck me, Fuck me, Linc! Give me all the cock you've got! Ram it deeeeeeep!"
He did.
"Yes, baby! Yessssssss, baby!" the impassioned girl cried as she fucked back. "I love it! Keep screwing meeeee! Don't ever stop!"
Linc made the bed rock and sigh beneath them as he stroked his long, thick penis in and out of her revolving, upturned twat. He glided his hands up and down the outside of her thighs, across her stocking tops. Finally he lay forward, over her rump, and reached underneath to cup her titties.
His pole continued to please her with its long, slippery plunges. She felt every ridge and vein on his rod. Her rippling cunt-walls thrilled him as they encircled him snugly. Her asscheeks cushioned his battering belly and shimmied sensuously with each impact.
Neither participant on the bed saw the bathroom door open a few inches- just far enough for Scotty to peek through. The youth watched his father fuck the pretty teacher, whom Scotty himself adored, and he was jealous. But even so, the lad was so excited that he couldn't keep from pulling at his up thrust pecker, stroking it and making it throb hotly as his young balls churned.
Linc's huge, woman-pleasing prick pumped faster and deeper into Melanie, and her cunt muscles claspingly caressed him as she wriggled and bumped. He rode her bobbing rear. He pulled on her tits, stretching her firm, young nipples and letting them snap back.
She panted. She moaned. She squealed.
Suddenly she spasmed around Linc's cunt filing thrusts, and brought forth his bubbling sperm which pooled in the pit of her pussy for the first time. (Fortunately she had gone out and obtained some contraceptive pills.)
Scotty pushed back into the bathroom just in time to let his spunk splatter into the tub.
Why, can Dad take Miss Jones like that and I can't? the young lad thought.
In the bedroom, Melanie asked Linc as they snuggled together, "What kind of a bind are you in?"
"Hmmmm?" he responded as he played with her tits. "You said you were in a bind."
"Oh. Yeah." The problem flooded back into his consciousness. "That picture of Bea with a man was stolen by some professional hoods. I don't know how they found out about it, but they did. Now they're demanding a quarter of a million bucks-that's five times as much as the guy who took the picture wanted. It'll strap me to raise that kind of cash!"
Melanie felt sorry for him. She considered herself somewhat responsible for his trouble also.
"Do you know where these people can be reached?" she asked.
"Yeah. They gave me an address."
"What if I were to go and get acquainted with them?" Melanie suggested. "A girl can manage that sort of thing easy enough. They won't know that I know you. Maybe I can find out where the picture is and get hold of it."
"You're crazy!" Linc said. "Those bastards play with guns."
Melanie shivered inwardly. Still, she was stimulated by the daring Scheme. And she did want to help Linc.
"I'll be careful," she said. "Maybe the plan won't work. But isn't it worth a try?"
Linc studied her. "You'll have to be super smooth," he warned.
"Don't you think I can be?" she asked with a twinkle in her eyes.
"Maybe so. You've surprised me several times."
"When are you supposed to pay the blackmailers?" she asked.
"I stalled them until tomorrow. I told them I couldn't get the cash until then. They're expecting my representative to show up around noon."
"Then I'll show up at ten o'clock," Melanie said.
"But what makes you think they'll tell you what they're up to?" Linc asked incredulously.
"After I get acquainted with them, they might tell me anything! You did."
She was right, Linc realized. As she had said, it probably was worth a try.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Being forced to spend another day in town fouled up Linc's schedule. His campaign manager busily made calls ahead, altering arrangements.
Linc stewed. He wasn't convinced that Melanie's plan would work, but he didn't see how he could be hurt by trying it. She might be hurt, of course, if she gave herself away. But that was her own lookout. The only thing that mattered to Linc was keeping his campaign on course.
As for Melanie, she wanted to ingratiate herself with him in a way that was more than just sexual. He was going to be the next governor-or, at least, most everyone assumed so.
Not wanting to involve the chauffeur or anyone else from Linc's entourage in her plan, Melanie took a cab to the vicinity of the address which Linc had provided. She walked the rest of the way, finding that the blackmailers were operating from a seedy apartment house with a red brick front. She entered the building and noted stale cooking odors in the air as she climbed the worn stairs to the second floor. She found apartment number 212 and knocked.
The man who answered the door was thickly set and had a glowering expression under heavy dark eyebrows. But his glower quickly vanished-as he took in Melanie's nubile charms.
"Good morning," she smiled. "I'm taking a survey. Would you mind answering a few questions?"
"What kinda questions?" he asked, grinning now as she removed a notebook and pencil from her bag.
"Well, uuh ... may I come in?"
"Yeah. Sure!" Charlie stepped back and let the pretty blonde enter. He watched the rolling sway of her buttocks and the flash of her silken sheathed calves.
Melanie was repelled by the shabbiness and disheveled condition of the apartment. She also was a bit frightened, though the man who had let her in seemed amiable enough, even a touch simple-minded.
"Go ahead and sit down," he said, gesturing toward a faded, sagging sofa.
Melanie sat as he turned to close the door. When he faced her once again, he found himself confronted by a pair of prettily crossed legs, visible to a point well above the knees. On the underside of her elevated thigh, he glimpsed white flesh above a peaked stocking top, gripped by a garter.
Charlie grinned stronger than ever.
"Now, what can I tell yuh, Miss ... uuh?"
"Miss Jones," she said, seeing no reason to change her name, since it was common enough. "I want to ask some ... well, questions of general interest," she stalled. "By the way, do you live here alone?"
"Aw, I don't really live here at all. Me and another guy just rented this place temporary, in connection with our work. But I can't talk about that."
Melanie smiled. "You've aroused my curiosity," she said.
"You kinda arouse me, too!" Charlie said with a chuckle, his eyes eating her up. "You're an awful purty girl!"
"Well thank you."
"You got a boy friend?"
"I thought I was the one who was going to ask the questions," Melanie said.
"Oh, yeah. I forgot. I'm sorry." Charlie fidgeted, still standing up.
Melanie realized from the way he was looking at her, that she could seduce him easily. She also had the notion that it wouldn't be difficult to pry information from him, once they were cozy. He might even show her the picture they were using to blackmail the Townsend's. Then, why couldn't she grab it and just run from the place?
Linc would be so pleased with her!
"You mentioned a friend," she said to Charlie. "Is he here now?"
"Now. He went out for awhile."
"And you don't expect him back soon?" Melanie asked, her blue eyes seeming to get brighter ... and naughtier.
"Naw. Hey, why are you askin' me all this stuff?"
"Because I like you," Melanie said, and daringly heightened the cross of her legs.
Charlie was all but blinded by the flash of white thigh, traversed by sexy garter straps. Even more intriguing was the rim of blue panty visible where her upward-slanting thigh met a buttock.
"Gosh, you're gorgeous!" Charlie said.
"Come over here and sit beside me," she invited.
Her pulse pounded, not because the heavyset and rather homely man excited her, but because she was embarked on a daring project in which, like Mata Han, she planned to use sex to achieve her purpose. It might even be fun in a way, she thought. She had never fucked anyone but Linc and was curious to find out how another man would be.
Charlie sat beside her, and she immediately placed her hand on his. Her unused notebook was laid aside.
"You wanta have some fun?" Charlie asked.
Melanie's excitement increased. "I wouldn't mind ... if we have time."
"Aaw shit, yes! Oops, I'm sorry! I shouldn't oughta say shit in front of a lady."
"It's all right," Melanie said with a giggle.
Charlie squirmed and reddened, as if unsure of how strongly he should come on with her. But his lust overcame his insecurity, and he clutched Melanie roughly in his arms, turning her onto one hip as he pulled her against him.
Her moist mouth was crushed by his demanding lips, and his tongue crudely penetrated her. At the same time, he clutched the back of her thigh which was tilted up off the couch, and he ran his pudgy fingers across her stocking top onto smooth, warm skin. He traveled her garter straps all the way to the tiny lace fringe of her panties, then glided his hand around a globe of panty-expanding assflesh, which he squeezed salaciously.
Melanie's hand scooted up his thigh to pluck at the twin roundnesses and growing projectile in his pants. She became more giddy by the moment, feeling sinfully loose but justifying it because she was doing something worth-while, trying to save an important man from blackmail.
Her fingers crept to the top of Charlie's zipper and began to sneak it down.
During all this time, they were kissing with tongues that stroked and fluttered in and out of each other's mouths. And Charlie was patting her panty-sheathed bottom as she continued to sit on one hip, her body twisted toward him.
Down his zipper came. Melanie's impetuous fingers crawled into his pants. She felt a tremor pass through him as she tickled his cock with her fingertips. The fervor of his kissing increased.
Suddenly he pushed her backward, so that she lay panting against the bolster of the couch, her blonde head flung back. Charlie dropped to his knees on the carpet, and he pushed her half-raised skirt the rest of the way to her lap. He gazed at the lusciousness of her legs, in sandy-toned, sheer nylons that stopped at mid-thigh, secured by garters ... at the satiny firm fullness of her upper thighs, gleaming palely ... and at the enticing triangle of blue panty that dipped between those thighs.
He lifted her legs into the air, and her senses swirled as ho began lustfully to kiss and lick the backs of her thighs, from the lace-trimmed elastics of her pants to the tops of her nylons, then back along her garters.
He parted her legs and hooked them over his arms. The strip of blue nylon that passed between her thighs claimed his interest. It was so fragile, just barely opaque, and not quite wide enough to hide the inner edges of her bulging buttocks.
Charlie crooked his finger around her panty crotch and yanked it aside, blatantly exposing all her charms-from blonde tuft to asshole! He was most attracted by the pink flanges of her faintly moist pussylips, peeping out from between her fuzzy large labia.
"Take my ... panties off." she panted.
It would be better if he didn't undress her completely, she thought, so that she could run from the apartment as soon as she got her hands on the blackmail picture ... if she was lucky.
Charlie's fingers curled around her blue briefs, and he slowly pulled the silken undergarment down, drawing it out from underneath her bottom. That placed her pussy and the sensitive, little dimple of her ass in direct, ticklish contact with the worn velour of the sofa.
Charlie pleasurably pulled her panties along her twisty legs and off, dropping them onto the rug. Now when he spread her thighs wide apart and lifted them in the air, there was nothing to conceal her sensuous sexual features from his avid gaze ... and nothing to shield them from his eager kiss.
"Ooooooooh!" Melanie moaned as his mouth pressed her soft, moist pussy and his tongue obtained slithering entry.
As he licked in and out of her wildly palpitating cunt, she flexed her stockinged legs in the air, stretching her garters. Scorching thrills streamed through her, causing her passionate juices to flow, dribbling onto the man's audaciously questing tongue.
He licked the red-hot tip of her clit, and she squealed.
The fact that this had all happened so quickly, and with a total stranger, made Melanie even more excited than usual. The element of danger also helped. She totally lost control and wrapped her stocking-clad legs around the fellow's bushy head, squeezing him for dear life and holding his face smack against her quivering, mushy-warm cunt.
As he writhed on his knees in her serpentine head-grip, holding the outside of her garter-clad thighs and swaying her to and fro, his stubby prick speared out through the previously opened fly of his trousers. He slurped hungrily at her pussy until his nose was all but suffocated by her sweet-scented, fluffy mons, and he had to tear her legs from about his head. He stood up.
Melanie stared at his cock, which stood right in front of her. His foreskin was losing the battle to contain his bulging, bluish cockhead. The moist lip of hood attracted the excited girl, and she bent to lick it, circling the end of his gland with her delightful tongue.
Charlie groaned with pleasure and clutched her around the head. He pulled her toward him, causing her lips to push back his foreskin as his damp, tangy glans popped into her mouth. She sucked it, moaning deep in her throat. Charlie reached down and teased her titties through her bra and blouse.
He began to roll forward and back on the balls of his feet, stroking his slippery cock between her clasping, silken-smooth lips. He fucked deeper and deeper into her wet, warm mouth. Her lips applied circular pressure which glided the entire length of his short, rigid rod. She sucked ravenously.
The phone, which stood next to the sofa, rang.
"Aaw, shit!" Charlie rasped.
He squirmed, letting the phone ring two more times, as the pretty blonde cocksucked him. Then he leaned to snatch the receiver from its cradle.
"Yeah?" he rasped, breathing hard.
Continuing to suck his cock, Melanie paid no attention to the phone conversation until she, heard him say:
"Yeah, Sam, I know somebody will be here with the money at noon. Duke will be back by then. Okay. Good-bye."
Melanie had let his prick escape from her mouth, and it was sticking up, moist with her saliva.
"Come on, baby," he said after hanging up the phone. "Give me some more of that good lovin'!"
"Who were you talking to?" Melanie asked.
"Huh?"
"The man on the phone-you called him Sam. Sam who?"
"Why the fuck do you care?" Charlie asked, perplexed.
Melanie had hoped he might blurt it out, but he wasn't quite as stupid as she had thought. "Oooh, it doesn't matter. I was just curious," she said, and bent to resume sucking his cock.
He pushed her away. "We don't have no more time for that," he said. "Let me just fuck you, huh?"
He stripped off his jacket, revealing a revolver in a holster strapped to his chest.
"Ooooh, my goodness!" Melanie exclaimed, looking at the gun.
"Don't let that bother you," Charlie advised, and took off the harness, dropping it onto a chair. He quickly shed his pants.
"Hey, take your blouse off, baby," he said. "I wanta see your tits."
"Ooh, you don't care about them," she said. "Just get on top of me and put your cock into my body!"
This heatedly delivered demand was one which Charlie couldn't resist, and, after she stretched out on the couch, he immediately mounted her. He hadn't' bothered to take his boxer shorts down, but proceeded to fuck her through the flap of them, driving his short pole into her ready cunt.
She writhed, moaning voluptuously, and her muscular young vagina clutched him in its moist, warm embrace. He drove in and out, in and out, through the snug portal of her pussy and as deeply into her welcoming snatch as he could reach. She squirmed around him, bringing him on and helping herself, as well.
This fucking was not as good as either of the two Linc had given her, but she found it exciting, just the same-particularly because it was from a man she had met just minutes before and whose name, she suddenly realized, she did not even know!
She undulated her body more actively, reaching for as much prick as he could give her, which was little more than half of what Linc had supplied. Still, it was thick and hard and good.
She hooked her legs around the backs of the man's hairy thighs and fucked fiercely.
Through her mind tumbled the name she had heard him speak into the phone: Sam. It was common enough, but how many Sam's knew the blackmail money would be paid at noon? Melanie could think of only one.
While Charlie jostled her on the sofa with the jackhammer plunges of his prick, her glassy gaze swept to the chair where his gun lay ... almost within reach. She feared she would have to act quickly. The man named Duke would be returning soon. Sam himself might even come over-and if he was Linc's campaign manager, as she suspected, he couldn't afford to let her return and tell the tale.
"Fuck me harder ... faster!" she begged, making her belly bob rapidly to, quicken his jabbing thrusts.
Her own excitement surged. Despite her distraction with the blackmail scheme, she could not resist going for the passion-prize which beckoned, and she felt herself approach it as the man's strokes took on greater frenzy. She squealed and kicked her legs as he stopped stroking and twitched, spurting his semen into her while she climaxed. They heaved together, clutching and quivering, then she fell limp beneath his bulk and, after a few moments, he pulled out.
"Wow, that was sure good!" he said. "And to think, you just came here to take a survey!"
As soon as he had stepped into his trousers and was momentarily immobilized, Melanie lunged from the sofa, grasped his gun from the chair, and rose totteringly to her feet. She backed toward the door.
"Give me that photograph!" she demanded of the startled Charlie.
He dropped his pants in shock. "What do you know about that?" he demanded.
"Never mind!" Melanie snapped. "Just pull up your pants and get that picture or I'll shoot!"
"Jesus Christ, take it easy!" he said, staring at the gun.
With trembling hands, he brought his trousers into place and fastened them. He turned toward the bedroom, with Melanie right behind him.
"That was Sam Christopher you were talking with on the phone, wasn't it?"
"Yeah, Yeah."
Charlie reached under the mattress of a disheveled bed and brought out a small rectangular piece of stiff paper. He held it up, and Melanie saw that it portrayed Bea sucking a man's cock.
"Give it to me!" she demanded, and her hand shook as she tried to hold the gun steady.
Charlie's expression changed. He seemed to be looking past her, and she wondered what was the matter with him.
Suddenly a hand swept in front of her to knock the gun away, and she felt herself propelled toward the bed. She tumbled across it ...
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Melanie rolled onto her back and stared up at two men. She assumed that the tall, bony one who had just arrived was Duke. She knew she was in a lot of trouble.
Charlie babbled out to his partner that she had come for the photo and she had learned Sam Christopher was involved.
"You work for Townsend, huh?" Duke guessed, staring down at the frightened girl.
"I'm not going to say anything!" she replied, bravely. "And you'd better let me leave!"
"Leave? Knowing as much as you do? Baby, you must think we're pretty dumb!" Duke added to the pudgy man beside him, "Call Sam and get him over here!"
Melanie knew she would have to move quickly to save herself, and since neither Duke nor Charlie was holding a gun at the moment, she thought she might get away with it. She tensed herself, then jumped from the bed and tried to run past Duke. He managed to catch her by an arm. Whipping her about, he sent her flying across the bed once again, this time her skirt rocking up. He saw that she was without panties.
"So them ladies pants on the living room floor belong to you, huh?" Duke said. He yelled at the man in the next room: "Charlie, did you screw this bitch?"
"Me? Naw, Duke!" the other man yelled back.
"Let's see," Duke said, gazing down at Melanie, his eyes like hot coals.
He rolled her onto her back and forcibly spread her legs. She kicked, but was unable to land a telling blow. Neither could she get up. She had to suffer the indignity of the awful man driving a middle finger up her slipper slit and spooning out a glob of sperm.
"The hell you didn't fuck her!" Duke roared at his partner. "God damn you, Charlie, you played right into her hands! No wonder she got the drop on you!"
"Please!" Melanie begged, sitting up, her eyes filled with fear. "Let me go! I won't say anything to anyone!"
"Lying slut!" Duke snarled, and slapped her across the face with his semen-smeared hand. Some of the gooey stuff was transferred to her burning cheek.
"Sam's gonna be here in a few minutes," Charlie reported as he re-entered the bedroom.
"Go and get the girl's pants," Duke told him.
"What for? You gonna let her go?"
"No, you stupid asshole! We're gonna tie her up, and I need something to stuff in her mouth."
Melanie's terror increased as Charlie fetched her underpants. It looked as if she was not going to be able to escape, and she didn't see how Sam could possibly let her live, knowing what she did about him. If he was capable of blackmailing the man he worked for, he probably was capable of murder to protect himself, she reasoned.
Charlie brought her blue panties, handing them to Duke. He held them up, stretching them out to look at them, then gave a chuckle and leaned over Melanie.
"Open your mouth, babe!" he ordered.
Hopelessly she complied, and Duke shoved the panties between her lips and into her mouth. He yanked her blouse out from under the waistband of her skirt and hauled it up around her armpits. Turning her onto her side, he unhooked her brassiere. The shoulder ribbons of the gannet were caught underneath her blouse, but Duke solved that problem by giving the bra a yank. The straps bit painfully into Melanie's shoulders, then popped, and he whipped the torn bra away from her, making her titties dance.
"Heyyy, she's got cute jugs!" Charlie said.
"Never mind, them! Start taking off her stockings. We'll use them to tie her arms and legs."
The bra was tied about Melanie's head to hold the panty-gag in place as she felt Charlie's fingers fumble with her garters ... brushing her nylons down her legs. When the stockings had been stripped off, she was flopped onto her belly.
"You tie her wrists while I get her ankles," Duke said to Charlie.
It was with a growing sense of despair that Melanie submitted to the bondage. Adding insult to injury, her bare bottom was exposed. Her tits were bare, also, though they were pressed, at the moment, against the bed.
When the men had done their work, and she was completely bound and gagged, they straightened up.
"Sam better hurry up and get here!" Duke said. "He's gotta tell us what to do with this cunt."
"I'd like to do something with her right now!" Charlie remarked, gazing at her beautiful bare ass.
"Again?" Duke snorted. "You greedy bastard! I haven't had her at all, and I'm not going to. It's too dangerous. If you hadn't let her in here we wouldn't have this problem of what to do with her."
"Well, she said she was taking a door-to-door survey," the other man replied. "How was I to know?"
"Shit."
They sat down, and Duke lit a cigarette. Though Melanie couldn't roll over, she could turn her head to watch them. She also had a view of the doorway and could see when Sam arrived.
The minutes dragged.
She wondered if Linc would send someone after her when she didn't return. That was her only hope. It would be simple for him to call the police, and they would rescue her. But that would mean giving up his chance to become governor, after the whole sordid scandal came out. Would he do that?
Melanie wanted to believe he wasn't entirely self-seeking and had a decent concern for others. But she was by no means certain of it. Now her life perhaps depended on him.
Finally she heard the outer door of the apartment open, and the hoods went into the living room to greet the new arrival. She recognized Sam's voice.
His bulky, gray-haired form appeared in the bedroom doorway, and he gave a whistle. "It's the Townsend kid's teacher!" he said with surprise. "What the fuck!"
He stood next to the bed and stared down at her symmetrical, soft bottom.
"What are we gonna do with her?" Duke said.
"I have to think about it," Sam said, "but one thing's for damn sure. I can't let her go back to Linc and tell him I'm the guy who shook him down."
"Well, we can't keep her here!" Duke objected. "That's too risky."
"We can't keep her anywhere, I'm afraid," Sam said with a sigh. "You guys are gonna have to eliminate her."
"Aaw shit, Sam!" Charlie spoke up. "We don't wanta do that!"
"You're professionals, aren't you?" Sam retorted. "The guy I know who recommended you said you'd do anything that was necessary."
"We will," Duke assured him. "We ain't let you down so far, have we?"
"Such a waste ... " Sam murmured, and felt Melanie's supple, satiny ass.
Terrified though she was, a hot charge went through her and she jumped, causing her buttocks to quiver.
Sam bent and kissed one of them. The feel of his moist lips browsing on that sensitive portion of her anatomy caused her to heat up even more.
My God-what IS it with me? she wondered. I'm facing death, and I STILL respond.
Perhaps she wasn't able really to come to grips with the prospect of being killed. Perhaps she didn't believe Linc would let it happen. Someone would come to rescue her ...
Sam licked along the crack of her buttocks as the other men watched. Then he straightened up. It was apparent to everyone in the room that he had a hard-on.
He began to take off his clothes.
"You ain't gonna ... " Duke began, then apparently thought better of it and. shut up.
"What's the difference?" Sam said. "She won't live to tell anyone."
They ARE going to kill me! she thought again. Still, she couldn't make herself feel that it was true.
Through wide eyes, she watched Sam divest himself of his jacket, tie, shirt, and trousers. The tent which his pants had presented was even more impressively portrayed by his boxer shorts. When he whipped his shorts down, the tent pole stood naked-and it wasn't bad for a man of his 50-odd years, Melanie thought.
But he's going to use it on ME! she realized, feeling she ought to be resentful.
On the other hand, what did it matter if she was doing to be killed, anyway!
But she wouldn't be killed! No, it wouldn't happen! Someone would save her!
That was the hope she clung to as Sam prepared to take her. He untied the stocking from her ankles.
"Have you got some VaseLinc?" he asked the other men.
"What the fuck would we have VaseLinc for?" Duke retorted.
"How about butter? Got any in the kitchen?"
"I don't think so," Duke said. "But there's some margarine."
"Get it."
Melanie wondered what Sam needed VaseLinc or margarine for. Did he think she was so tight or dry that he wouldn't be able to get his cock into her vagina? With Charlie's cum inside her, she was very slippery.
Duke brought the margarine in a small serving tub and Sam opened it. Melanie watched curiously. The longer that Sam took to fool around, the better the chance that she would be rescued!
He knelt on the bed and grasped her thighs, pushing them forward so that her hips were propped up. Her chest remained against the bed and her wrists were still bound at her back. When Sam spread her knees apart, her buttocks opened, and she shamefully realized that he-and the other men, as well-could see her anus.
"My God!" Sam breathed, gazing at her pink, puckered dimple. "She has a tight ass!"
"Never been fucked, I'll bet-huh?" Duke commented, leaning down to inspect it.
"That's right-she's an anal virgin," Sam said, and dug his middle finger into the margarine.
It suddenly dawned on Melanie that the awful man didn't intend merely to screw her in the pussy from behind, as Linc had done last night, but he was planning to ram his vicious prick up her asshole!
She tried to slither away, but Sam cried to the other men, "Hold her!"
One knelt at either side and kept her thighs propped up, her knees parted. Behind her, Sam lustfully eyed the drawn-in, tight aperture between her buttocks, and he directed his margarine-coated finger toward it.
Melanie jumped as she felt him slap a glob of cold margarine against her tingly anus. His finger pressed the gooey substance in, circling and massaging. Finally the finger itself popped in through her narrow, lubricated sphincter, and Melanie experienced for the first time the odd sensation of having a foreign object glide up her ass.
Strange though it was, it didn't feel too bad. In fact, the finger in her slippery anus tickled rather nicely. It aroused nerve endings which had never been stimulated before by anything except shitting.
It was such a humiliation, however, to be forced to kneel on the bed with her bottom up and her chest down and have all three men watch while one stuck his finger up her rear!
And he didn't merely stick it up and pull it out again, either. Instead, he stroked his finger in her asshole and circled it, loosening her anal opening as he spread the margarine all around inside. His finger plunged deeper and deeper into her previously ungoosed anus until she had two joints ... then three! She could feel Sam's fist pressing the sensitive inner slopes of her buttocks and his finger sticking way up inside her rectum!
She became more and more afraid. She moaned against the soggy panties that stuffed her mouth.
Sam lasciviously frigged her defenseless asshole with long slippery strokes of his middle finger while the other men watched, their cocks rising. Sam's middle-aged penis stood impressively high and twitched. It was short but thick and, as Melanie fearfully eyed it over her shoulder, she realized it would stretch her delicate anal mouth much wider than his finger was now doing.
Finally he pulled his finger from her butt hole with a lurid pop. He moved up.
Melanie held her breath, her heart pounding. The other men tensely watched.
Sam introduced his bulging cockhead between the girl's satiny buttocks, nestled it just right against, her grease-smeared anus, then pushed ...
It felt to Melanie as if her rear end were being opened by a battering ram as her asshole was forced to spread. Wide. Wider. Wider yet.
She moaned miserably, and tears came to her eyes. Her anus was being stretched to the point where it pained her. Suddenly it was allowed to contract just a little, and the fullness that she felt told her that the man's cockhead was lodged in her ass, her pink sphincter ringing the straight part of his pole.
Sam watched it as he held her buttocks open. The other men looked, also. They rubbed themselves through their trousers as Sam's cock sank deeper and deeper into the defenseless butt of the pretty young woman. Her asshole was stretched fantastically around his thick shaft!
Melanie didn't have to see it to realize what a massive penetration was taking place. Her anus felt all stretched out of shape, and it burned terribly. Her rectum felt monstrously plugged.
Still, Sam bored deeper into her girlish bottom until the entire length of his hard-throbbing cock was sticking up her asshole. She felt brutally impaled.
Sam began to stroke, and the sensation got even worse as his thick piston pumped in and out, in and out, through her tightly clasping, slippery asshole.
Worse? Yes! It was awful!
And yet ...
Even though the pumping penetration of his prick in her anus burned as if it were a red-hot log, her anal nerves reported pleasure through the pain. What ,a stimulation it was to feel his erection, thicker and harder than any turd, glide out, then back IN, In and out, in and out ... it was fantastic!
"Abbbhhgh!" she cried against her gag as tears streamed down her cheeks.
Her buttocks began to bob quiveringly. Her loose garters flapped. Sam gripped her hips and fucked her virgin ass harder.
The men who knelt at either side of her on the bed freed their stiff peckers from their pants and began to pump them. Twisting salaciously-and still in pain!-Melanie took tear-filled looks at both men. Duke's cock was monstrous-as long as Linc's or even longer! She was grateful at least that hr wasn't the one who was screwing her behind.
But what if he decided to do it after Sam was through?
The thought terrified her, and she lunged her head in the direction of Duke's cock, thinking that if she could just suck him off he wouldn't be able to violate her rear. She couldn't reach his prick, but she gave him the idea of what she wanted.
He snuggled up to her on his side, his erection parallel with the bed and just above it. Still Melanie had a problem-the panties were still in her mouth.
Duke solved that while Sam kept relentlessly pumping his thick cock in and out of her clasping, rippling anus. The bra was no sooner jerked away from her head and the wet panties pulled out of her mouth than she took Duke's prick in. It felt more comfortable than her wadded panties had. It even tasted better!
Melanie moaned as she sucked cock and got her ass fucked at the same time.
Only Charlie was left out of the action. But he'd had his time with her already. He was happy just to watch and stroke his leathery, moist foreskin up and down across the ridge of his purplish glans.
Melanie got hotter and hotter. She champed suckingly on Duke's long dick, taking more and more of it into her mouth and throat. She bumped and wriggled her hips, working her prick-impaled asshole around Sam's fucking thrusts.
At the other side of her, Charlie vigorously stroked his cock as it quivered and twitched, the bulbous head swelling until it appeared fit to burst.
Suddenly all three men came, Sam spurting his spunk into her shit chamber ... Duke drowning her tonsils with gush after gush of his thick, musky cream ... and Charlie arcing jets of milky sperm over her body to splatter down on her blonde hair and bare shoulders.
"All right, you guys!" a young voice suddenly shouted from the door. "leave Miss Jones alone!"
Sam pulled his prick from her anus and whirled around. Duke rose to his knees, feeling for the opening of his jacket. But he thought better of reaching for his weapon, because the lad in the doorway was holding the gun which Duke earlier had knocked onto the floor ... and he looked as if he might use it! Charlie just stared.
"Scotty-ooh, you darling!" Melanie cried. "Thank you for rescuing me!"
If it hadn't been for the bond which still encircled her wrists, the lad might have been confused as to whether she was being held prisoner or if she voluntarily had submitted to the sexual onslaught of the men.
"Untie her!" he yelled at Duke, and the hood quickly complied.
Melanie climbed gingerly from the bed, her asshole still smarting and feeling as it if had been stretched a mile. But Scotty's sudden appearance had made everything much better. She knew she would be all right.
She hurried to the boy's side. Her skirt had dropped to conceal her lower region, and she quickly pulled her blouse down over her tits.
"Wait!" she exclaimed, as they were about to leave. "The picture!"
She carefully stepped back toward the bed, and Charlie handed her the photo. Then she backed up next to Scotty.
"You leave first," he told her. "Phil's waiting in the car outside. I'll call the cops and turn these guys in."
"No!" Melanie said. "That will just cause your father more trouble. We've got the picture back. That's what matters."
"But these dirty bastards ought to be punished!" Scotty declared.
"Punished?" Melanie mused aloud.
If it hadn't been for the sudden, almost uncontrollable urge to defecate which had come over her after Sam had pulled his penis out of her rear, she would never have thought of the particularly nasty punishment which now sprang to her mind.
"Have them all stretch out on their backs," she told Scotty.
"You heard her!" the 15-year-old barked, suddenly very confident.
The men stretched out on the bed.
"Now open your mouths!" Melanie demanded as she approached, a wicked glint in her eyes.
The men opened their mouths.
The pretty blonde climbed up onto the bed, raised her skirt, and squatted over Sam first. While Scotty watched, and the men stared up in helpless horror, she shitted on first one of them and then another, until she had covered the sputtering faces of all three with her soft, smelly feces, getting it all over their noses and into their mouths.
She jumped from the bed, picked up Sam's expensive silk shirt, and wiped her ass on it. Then she and Scotty ran from the room, leaving the three men vomiting over each other. Justice, she felt, had been served.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
"Scotty, where have you been?" his distraught mother asked when he and Melanie arrived back at the Townsend hotel suite.
"Doing what Dad should have done," the youth said, and glanced sharply at his father. "He sent Miss Jones on a job that might have got her killed. When she didn't come right back, he should have gone after her."
"It's a good thing you did!" Melanie told the youth. "Those men had me tied up, and they were going to kill me!"
"How did you know where Melanie had gone, son?" his father inquired.
"I overheard you two talking last night."
Quick glances were exchanged by Linc and Melanie.
"I'm just glad everything worked out like it did," she said. "Scotty was very brave. He grabbed a gun belonging to one of the hoods, and he made them turn me loose. We got the picture, too." She handed it to Linc.
"Thank God!" Bea exclaimed.
Her husband studied the cocksucking photograph for a few moments, then tore it into little pieces.
"That was your last fling, Bea!" he said. "From now on, you're going to stay home all the time except when I'm with you."
She offered no protest.
"Where's Sam?" Linc asked no one in particular. "I want him to get us out of this town as soon as possible."
"You may never see Sam again," Melanie said. "He was directing those hoods."
Linc appeared shocked. "Are you sure?"
"He was there with them! That was why they were holding me prisoner-because I recognized him."
"And that's not all," Scotty added. "You should have seen the way Sam was treating her, the son of a bitch!"
"Scotty, don't use that kind of language," Bea spoke up.
"Aaw, knock it off, Mom!" the newly self-confident teenager replied. "Who are you to be telling me how to talk or act?"
Bea blinked but said nothing further. Linc moved up to Melanie. "What did Sam do to you?"
"He fucked me in the ass," she replied simply.
He stared at her, then a little twinkle came to his eyes. "Well, did you like it?"
"Yes and no," she admitted.
"You're an honest young woman," Linc observed.
"She's the only good person in this house!" Scotty said, and left the room.
"If you'll excuse me, I'd like to get cleaned up and put on some fresh clothes," Melanie said.
"Thanks for what you've done," Linc said, holding her hand. "I won't forget it."
She thought about that as she bathed, returned to her bedroom, and got dressed. Linc's gratitude might prove very valuable, she realized, ensuring her a good job in the state's executive mansion.
She would have been happier about it if she had really believed Linc belonged in the executive mansion.
She had just finished dressing when someone rapped at the door. She opened it and found Scotty there.
"Miss Jones, can I talk to you?" the youth asked.
"Of course, Scotty. Come in."
She shut the door behind him.
"I want you," he said simply. "I want you the way Dad had you last night. I've never fucked a woman, and I want you to be the first."
"All right," she said softly, and let him draw her into his arms.
He was much more mature, more sure of himself than before. His kiss immediately communicated his new confidence to Melanie. This was underscored by his hands moving over her body, boldly exploring her buttocks and thighs, then coming up between them to cup her titties as she stepped back and looked at him.
"Scotty, you're really growing up," she said.
"Yeah. Thanks to you ... Melanie." He had never called her by her first name before.
She quickly removed her blouse and skirt, which left her in white minibriefs and a flimsy bra. She hadn't bothered with stockings.
Scotty undressed as: he looked at her, and she took her bra off. By the time he shucked his shorts away, his boyish cock was at stunning erection, sticking almost straight up, quivering with the force of his youthful ardor.
Melanie lay down on the bed, and Scotty stretched out beside her. She caressed his stiff prick with a feathery touch as he toured her body, taking nipple-stretching sucks at her titties ... licking her tummy and thighs ... then taking down her panties and diving into her patch of corn silk.
He swung atop her.
The young boy's spearing thrust into her cuntal softness brought a gasp of delight. Immediately her hips began to go, and she thrilled to the vigorous stroking of his super-hard, adolescent penis. Though he wasn't as big as Linc, his eagerness delighted her. She pounded her pussy against his thrusting cock.
The door opened, and Bea entered.
Both her son and Melanie looked her way, but neither stopped fucking.
Bea's eyes widened. All she could do was to stare as she watched her erstwhile baby boy, who had seemed so withdrawn and shy before Melanie had come to five in the household, screw the pretty teacher with all the confidence of a swaggering stud.
Bea got hot as she watched it. She suddenly saw her son in an altogether new light.
As far as he and Melanie were concerned, Bea's presence didn't inhibit them in the least. If anything, it gave them added stimulation.
Melanie clutched the youth with arms and legs, rapidly bumping her hips against his fast-fucking strokes. He rode her manfully, and when he came, he quivered all over, grinding his spitting prick deep into her twat which spasmed hotly around him, letting him know in no uncertain way that she was climaxing, also.
"Oooh, my Godddd!" Bea breathed, as if in awe. "Scotty! You were wonderful!"
"Thanks, mom," he said casually, and got up, letting his wet, flaccid cock flop in front of her.
He had watched her screw so many times that he saw no reason to be ashamed of showing her his body or showing her what he liked to do with it.
Melanie knew her well, also, and likewise refused to be intimidated by her.
Bea turned and fled in nervous confusion, never saying what she had come to see Melanie about. Or perhaps she had just been checking to see whether Scotty was there. If so, her curiosity had been satisfied.
"Am I your guy from now on?" Scotty asked Melanie as he got dressed.
She bit her lip. "Well, I'm still your teacher, darling. We have to maintain that relationship."
"Sure. But after lessons ... am I the one you're going to be with? Or," he added with a touch of bitterness, "are you going to keep on fucking dad?"
"I ... I can't say."
"You mean, you like Dad better than me?" It was a tough question to answer, and Melanie averted her eyes. She really didn't like Linc, not as a person. But he thrilled her in bed. And he was going to be governor. That fact loomed larger and larger in her thinking.
Perhaps she was as self-seeking as be, she conjectured. The prestige of living in the governor's house, and the satisfaction of being his mistress, were too important to turn her back on.
Having not received an answer to his earnest query, Scotty obviously was hurt, and he left the room. Melanie assured herself that it was best for him, in the long run, if she didn't encourage his interest in her. As for herself, she didn't know what was best. She only knew what she had to do ...
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Hers was not the only course of conduct that seemed inevitable, determined by deep-felt personal needs combined with circumstance. Bea's next move was dictated in like manner.
As the campaign trip around the state continued, Linc rigidly enforced his requirement that Bea was not to leave the hotel suite alone. He instructed his entire staff to keep an eye on her, and Phil, the chauffeur, was forbidden to drive her anywhere.
Moreover, now that Linc was involved with Melanie, his sexual interest in his wife waned.
What was a woman to do? Turn to another woman for sexual satisfaction-namely, Melanie? Forget it. The teacher would have nothing to do with her.
In Bea's memory, the sight of her son screwing the pretty blonde burned brighter and hotter as the days passed. She itched. She tried to resist what the world would have called an unnatural urge, but she had little success.
In similar manner, Scotty was deprived of sexual satisfaction with a woman, after learning to need it. He, like his mother, squirmed in frustration.
Given these circumstances and conditions, it was understandable that Bea gravitated to her teenaged son's bedroom on a dull afternoon when everyone else was away. Her pulse quickened as she approached his door and, on impulse, opened it without knocking.
Scotty stood in the center of the room, wearing nothing but his stretchy, white briefs.
"Mom!" he exclaimed, more surprised than embarrassed.
"Ooh, I'm sorry!" she said. "I didn't know you were changing."
But she made no move to withdraw as she stared at his snug-fitting underwear, remembering how he had looked without anything on as he had dismounted from Melanie.
"I was going to put on my trunks and go for a swim," he said.
Something made Bea ask, "Is that what you really want to do?"
"No," the boy admitted. "But maybe a splash in the water and some exercise will help me get my mind off what I want to do."
"Which is ... ?"
"Fuck Melanie," he said, unabashed. "I, uh, understand how you feel," his mother said, and nervously looked away. "But that blonde chippy isn't the only woman in the world."
The youth studied his mother in silhouette, her skimpy dress clinging to her melon-like breasts which were braless, her nipples imprinting themselves on the silky, floral fabric. The dress fitted her hips and thighs with similar snugness and ended just above her knees, revealing her shapely legs in sheer nylons, their appeal heightened by high-heeled pumps.
Scotty thought of all the times he had watched his mother screw, and he imagined her nude before him at that moment. His cock began to rise, pushing out his stretchy underwear.
He didn't try to hide his growing hard-on, and it grew to stunning height and stiffness, expanding his briefs as if an iron bar were sticking up inside them.
Bea glanced at him ... and gasped. Heat suffused her.
"Scotty!" she cried. "Ooh, darling! What are you thinking?"
"What are you thinking, Mom?" he replied.
"That I'd love to see what you look like with a hard-on!" she blurted. "Without those silly underpants in the way."
Scotty pulled his briefs down, and his cock bobbed springily, maintaining its rigid erection. If anything, it stood even taller, nearly touching his belly. the pink head swelled, fresh and inviting.
Bea moved slowly toward him. It was as if some strange power were controlling her, as if she no longer were in command of her own actions.
Her hand found her son's cock. She looked down as she clutched the shaft, marveling at its granite-like hardness, and watched the rosy bulb swell above the circle of her fingers.
Scotty took hold of her tits.
"If I let you suck, will you let me suck, dear?" she asked.
"Sure, Mom!" he said, and their seemed to be a new closeness, a new warmth, between them.
She unfastened the top of her dress and lifted a plump titty out. Holding it on her palm, she gave the glob a little shake to make it quiver all over. Her nipple stiffened before her son's ardent eyes.
His mouth watered. He bent his head.
For the first time in fourteen years, he clasped his eager lips around his mother's nipple and sucked. She shivered with delight, and her titty-flesh vibrated against his mouth.
He gobbled harder at her breast, sucking in as much of the wobbly, supple softness as possible and his tongue snaked round and round her nipple. As the chunk of erectile tissue grew in his mouth and throbbed, Bea was amazed by the boy's ability to arouse her ... quite apart from the fact that he was her son.
The boy's stiffly up thrust cock felt like a stone column standing against her belly. But stone could not feel so warm or make her so warm.
She writhed against Scotty's prick as he turned from titty to titty, sucking each nipple to throbbing thickness that was wet and red.
She anxiously got her hand down between their bodies and gripped the knob of his cock, as if she were shifting the gears of a Ferrari.
"Scotty ... oooh, Scotty! We shouldn't be doing this!" his mother panted. But she gripped his cock all the harder.
He let the satin sacs of her bosom settle and stepped back far enough to give her room. Many nights he had jacked off while watching her go down on other men. Now he hoped to get his chance.
She didn't disappoint him, but sank to her knees, gazing at his lovely 15-year-old cock, so straight and stiff, standing higher than a full-grown man's would do. It was almost literally straight up, exposing his boyish balls which bore only a light-fuzz. There was not much of a thicket around the base of his monument, either-just a few swirls of delicate, childish hair.
Bea's mouth watered as she approached his up thrust prick.
This is my SON'S cock! she thought, shocked by her own wanton conduct.
What do I care? came a response from elsewhere in her mind.
Yes, I do care! I DO care! another inner voice said. I want to suck this beautiful dick because it IS my son's!
But she didn't have quite enough courage to cap her mouth right down over the pinnacle of his prick and start sucking. She approached the column from the side, and she kissed it about midway between glans and balls. Scotty quivered, and his mother could feel the hot blood in his penis throbbing against her lips.
Her hand came up underneath his smooth testicles to cup them tenderly. She began to lick his rod. First she licked to the base of it, and ran her tongue through what hair he had. She breathed in the light scent of his perspiration. It was funny how the sweat of children did not smell as strong as that of adults.
Bea worked her tongue around the trunk of her son's sex-tree and gently swabbed his testicles, making them damp. She caught one in her mouth and sucked on it.
"Oooh, Mama!" he cried.
Wiggling around to kneel directly in front of him, her bulbous breasts shaking, she fluttered her tongue up the underside of his stalk until she reached the groove next to his corona. She licked that, picking up a tastier tang-and she made him jump.
Now she was ready, she realized. She was ready to really do it! She backed up a bit, then bent forward, getting her face directly over the top of his cock. Her tongue came out.
First she licked the tip of his quivering pecker, taking up some clear moisture that he was oozing out. Then she snaked her moistly abrasive tongue all around his knob, widened her lips, and with a greedy groan encompassed his glans in her cock loving mouth. She shut her eyes and sucked blissfully.
It seemed that a gallon of sex-honey, gushed from her pussy onto the crotch of her underpants, and she felt tingly-hot all over as she bobbed her brunette head up and down, up and down, taking her son's cock deep into her mouth and into the clasping tightness of her throat. Scotty quivered and writhed. His mother could suck cock even better than Miss Jones, he found to his happy surprise. He loved it!
His mother's red lips rimmed the base of his dong, then glided up to its crest before coasting to its base once more, her nose in his sparse pubic hair. His balls trembled and churned. As Bea hungrily pumped her mouth on his sex-wand, he realized that he would not be able to hold off. He didn't even try, but just let his jism spurt. From his mother's happy gurgle, he knew she liked it when his sperm splattered over her tonsils and down her gulping throat.
She sucked him until his balls were empty and his cock was clean, and then she raised her head, panting. She licked her lips and smiled.
"Ooooh, so gooood!" she purred, and rose to her feet.
Scotty felt a trifle foolish because he had finished so quickly, but his mother didn't seem to mind. She stripped her half-lowered dress the rest of the way down and stepped out of it, smiling. Her large tits bobbled. Her pale thighs were luscious between the tops of her snugly gartered, dark nylons and the lacy fringe of her black satin pants.
"Let's get on the bed, dear," she told Scotty, and tremblingly "took his hand.
Neither of them were troubled by guilt. They were too much involved in what they were doing, and it seemed too right.
Scotty's only concern was that he had lost his ardor. He hoped it wouldn't take too long to get it back.
He needn't have worried. Sea knew all the tricks, and she wanted to try them with him.
She asked him to lie on his stomach, and she paused only long enough to get rid of her panties. They were very wet at the center! Then she knelt astride her son's hairless legs and bent to his trim, boyish butt.
Her tongue slathered soothing saliva all over both his rear cheeks, then impudently worked its way between his buttocks. She adoringly licked his small, tight anus.
As his asscheeks vibrated excitedly against his mother's face, he felt his cock grow against the bed. When she guided him onto his back, she found that she had made good progress in getting him back into work-manlike condition. But he wasn't quite there yet.
Wearing nothing but her black stockings and garters now, she mounted him at the middle and moved forward. Her hands glided down across her lacy garter belt, over the warm curve of her belly, and her fingers threaded through the thick dark fur that Lincd the edges of her twat.
While her son watched breathlessly, she caught the edges of her outer labia and spread the moist petals wide apart, totally revealing her even moister, wiggly inner lips which had hung out some time before. They were much more prominent and darker than the ones Melanie had. All that meat startled the lad. Still, he knew what to do with it. And he wanted to do it! He had acquired a taste for cunt-kissing with his teacher.
Bea crawled closer, watching her son's eyes as she continued to hold her pussy open, letting him see the beads of honey dribbling along her luridly colored flesh. He caught the scent of her arousal, as well. Far from turning him off, that spurred him.
He grasped his mother's asscheeks to pull her closer yet, and he raised his head from the pillow. His open mouth smacked the meat which he had been looking at and sniffing, and Bea thrilled as his tongue went to work on her right away.
God bless Melanie Jones! she thought. What a teacher!
Scotty's tongue plowed her love-plot of supple, fish-tasting flesh, getting between all the folds, seeking out her clit and stroking it, even licking right up into her hole. She whooped with joy and bumped her wet, hot snatch against his face. She gripped him around the back of his tousled head to hold him firmly in place as she ground her damp, throbbing pussy against his mouth. He tongue-fucked her spasming channel.
"Oooh, Scotty!" she cried. "God! Tell me your cock's hard! Tell me it's sticking straight up! I need it RIGHT NOW!"
"My cock's hard, Mom!" he proudly announced as he ripped his mouth free of her crotch. "Sit on it!"
She scrambled backward and onto her young son's pillar. Immediately she bounced up and down, slapping her buttocks against Scotty's thighs, sticking herself delightfully with his stuck-up, quivering dong. He thrilled her! Being with him like this was a revelation. Mother's love had taken on a new meaning.
She wiggled her hot cunt around her son's bristling stalk, stroked up and down several times, then wiggled some more. Grinding against his nuts, she leaned forward and flopped her tits in his face.
Scotty grabbed one bobbly globe and pulled it to his lips, stretching it oblong. He licked, then heatedly sucked his mother's pleasure-giving nipple.
She kept bouncing and squirming on her son's cock. She was so hot, she could hardly stand it. Each stroke of her cock-clasping pussy, each voluptuous, wet twist, added to the youth's excitement, and he began jabbing upward, meeting his mother's pussy-onslaught. He quit playing with her titties and let her flop them freely against his face as he reached around behind her to grip the cheeks of her ass.
He squeezed and wiggled the rubbery rondures.
She cried, "Goose me! Give it to me up the asshole!"
Thrilled, Scotty found the opening between his mother's buttocks, and he sent his middle finger up her shit-chute with a wicked twist. She squealed and bounced all the harder, fucking herself on his cock and finger at the same time!
Her tits bobbed riotously. She tossed her head and moaned.
When she came, her son came with her, spurting vigorously upward into her writhing, rippling pussy.
After she had once more drained him, she leaned forward and plastered wet kisses all over his face and neck and chest. Then she backed up, releasing his softened penis from her slot, and she bent to lick all the sperm and cunt-juice off his cock, her tongue making him squeaky-clean.
Scotty had found a new playmate, and Bea had found a new and most-thrilling diversion. She would complain no longer about being forced to stay at home.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Months later, after Linc was elected governor and began serving his term, it was no longer necessary to employ a private teacher to instruct his son. Scotty re-entered the academy which he had attended before the campaign began.
That did not mean, however, that Melanie was out of a job.
Linc required a confidential secretary to take all his most personal memos and to type correspondence which was only for trusted eyes to see. Before she had begun her teacher's training, Melanie had learned how to type and take shorthand. Those skills, though somewhat rusty, now came in handy.
As did her other skills-skills which she had refined to a high degree of competence during the past few months.
For instance:
As Linc sat at his executive desk, reading dry-as-dust memoranda and the text of bills which had been introduced, Melanie enjoyed crawling around in front of his chair and wedging herself into the desk-well, where she would be concealed from inquisitive eyes, in case an important visitor should drop in. It was then that she brought one of her main skills into play as she unzipped the governor's pants and let his 8-inch pecker leap out.
She would spend many minutes licking his knob until his shaft had acquired stunning hardness and his glans swelled big and red as a tomato. Then she would slowly work her mouth down over his cock. She had to do it slowly, because her mouth was small and his cockhead was huge.
She would suck and champ on his pulsating bulb, working her lips down as far on his shaft as possible, until he couldn't concentrate on what he was reading and began to bounce in his chair.
Then she would bring him off, with a sleek, swirling motion of her tongue around his throbbing cockhead, swallowing his spurting semen so that not a drop was spilled.
There were other times when he would simply take her on his office couch, topping her nubile body and driving his long, stiff prick to the hilt within her man-loving pussy ... stroking it and screwing it until she fairly screamed ... then emptying his lust into the center of her belly.
But the times they both enjoyed most of all were when he felt especially horny and would spread her forward across his desk. After lifting her skirt to the middle of her back and removing her panties, he would walk around to the other side of the oak slab and project his prick above it, in Linc with her pretty mouth.
Melanie would lick his cock carefully, coating it with her saliva, after which he would bring it back to her rear. He would spread the softly firm cheeks of her bottom and eye her pink anus, which was not as snug as it once was but still thrillingly tight around a wrist-thick rod.
He would poke his spit-slick pecker at her nether opening, nudge the converging puckers ... then push forcefully, spreading her asshole wide. She would cry out, more from passion than pain, as his long cock glided inch-by-inch into her rectum until her heated, clasping chamber claimed it all. Then Linc would vigorously fuck her ass while she moaned and flopped on the desk-top, shaking her buttocks at either side of his deep-plunging rod.
They were doing this one day when a legislative emergency arose and the speaker of the assembly burst into Linc's private office without knocking. It was an unforgivable breach of protocol, and it might have given rise to great embarrassment for all concerned.
But the first thing it gave rise to was the speaker's cock.
Noting that, Linc quickly finished what he was doing and, after withdrawing from his secretary's-rear, made a motion toward it.
"Be my guest, Mr. Speaker," he hospitably said.
Melanie had never been ass-fucked twice in suck quick succession before. But politics sometimes made strenuous demands on those engaged in it, and she was as willing as anyone to pay the price when need be.
She had turned out to be not so different from Linc. Both lusted after power, influence, and sex.
Melanie waggled her hips at the speaker as he moved up to take advantage of the lubricant which Linc had already spread along her rear chute, benefiting also from his smaller size. He slipped easily into her ass.
Melanie began to bump, and screw, as if she hadn't just been fucked at all, and the speaker rode her bobbing, pleasure-giving rear. Meanwhile, Linc stepped into his adjoining bathroom and cleansed himself, then restored his clothes. When he returned, the speaker was still powering his sturdy prick into Melanie's asshole while she flopped against the desk and moaned heatedly.
Her fist-like rippling anus brought the speaker to spurting, groaning release, and she had another climax herself, while rubbing her clit against the edge of the desk.
What had begun as an accident became a legislative coup. The speaker made an extra effort to ram Linc's most important bill through the House. And he never told anyone what had happened in the governor's office, because he hoped to enjoy Linc's beautiful, accommodating secretary again. He did.
Many times.
So did others.
Soon Melanie had no more time for typing or shorthand, and Linc began to complain that she was neglecting her more intimate duties toward him. But he couldn't complain about the results she was getting for him in the Legislature ... among the pressure groups ... and even in the opposition party, many of whose members rolled over and played dead (politically). Other wise they were quite alive, as they proved to Melanie.
It began to look as if Linc would be a shoo-in for reelection.
At about that time it occurred to Melanie that she had been giving too much, too freely. She didn't have enough security for herself. After Linc's reelection, when he would be prohibited by law from running again, he might not need her, she feared.
She brought this to his attention one day, and he sat back expansively in his executive chair and asked:
"All right, what do you want?"
"I want to be in the U.S. Senate," she boldly declared.
"Now wait a minute!" Linc sat bolt upright and stared at her. "That's a little unreasonable, don't you think?"
"No, I don't," she calmly replied. "You said that old Senator Poston is going to retire in a month and you'll have to appoint someone to replace him. Why can't it be me?"
"Well, you're not qualified!"
"Bullshit!" Melanie scoffed.
"Well, the ... the party would never, stand still for it!"
"Let me take care of the party," she replied with a wise twinkle in her eyes.
"By God, I think you can do it!" Linc marveled.
That was how, in return for helping win reelection, Melanie went to Washington. It would be just a matter of time, some people who knew her said, before she would win her party's nomination for President.
But when asked about her ambitions, she demurely smiled and said, "I only want to make the best Senator I can."
She did better than that. She made the entire Senate.
