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WARNING:
This story is fiction, and should be treated as such.
The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY,
and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an
adult, or reading sex stories upset you, do not read any further.
I am not the author. I don't have the talent.
I can only be ... "TheEditor".
Swap Party Campaign
Chapter 1
Ruth smiled as she looked out at the leafy green trees. It
was summer and her blood stirred lazily in her veins. She could
feel a lingering sensuality in her shapely limbs as she recalled
her husband's lewd, hot caresses of the night before. She doubted
if any other mayor-to-be's wife could boast of such wild,
unrestrained fucking from her husband! Now, instead of neglecting
her the way he had when they had first been married and he was
starting out in the law firm, he insisted on screwing her
frequently, pulling her down onto the den couch with him at the
oddest moments, or pushing everyone out of the office or election
headquarters so that they could lie together on the soft shag rug
on the floor and writhe nakedly together in the midst of a busy
afternoon.
Ruth blushed at the thought, but it was wonderful to feel
desired by her brilliant husband, and she felt she had changed
because of his attentions, becoming much more desirable and
passionate. Her slender, voluptuous body had grown accustomed to
the increasingly intense fuckings that her husband treated it to,
and Ruth often thought of herself as an animal who needed more and
more love, like the love she got with Dan Michaels. Only this
love was not sinful or evil since she indulged in it with her own
wonderful husband's consent!
"Ruth!"
She jumped at the sound of her husband's voice and turned
toward him.
"Yes, darling," she replied, looking at his thick auburn hair
and those piercing but kindly brown eyes and the strong chin that
she loved so well and that belonged to the most popular candidate
for mayor in the city.
"What are you thinking?" he asked. "Penny for 'em."
Ruth blushed and looked at John's secretary who was standing
nearby. The young woman smiled and turned to leave the office
carrying her note pad with her.
"Thinking about the good fucking I gave you last night?" he
asked, even before the secretary had left the room.
"John!" Ruth cried, nonplussed.
The door closed behind the secretary and John rose to catch
his voluptuous wife around the waist. He held her close up
against him, so close that Ruth could feel every ridge of his
rising cock against her softly trembling belly.
"Yes," she admitted. "Yes, I was thinking of that!"
"Want some more?" he inquired, teasingly, holding her tighter
still, until Ruth could feel the beginning of the weakness that
she often got before she gave in completely to the mounting
strength of her desire.
"Tonight ... as soon as you come home!" she replied, kissing
him softly on the neck, her arms twined about his neck. As much
as she enjoyed the wickedness of being fucked by her husband in
his campaign headquarters, she really didn't have time for it
today. She was supposed to meet Dan Michaels in an hour. She had
a few things to do before she met him for their once a week
meeting, and her pussy tingled hotly at what he might have planned
for that afternoon.
"I have a few minutes right now," John declared, "for a quick
fuck."
The softness of her summer dress made Ruth feel almost naked
as she stood there in his arms. As it was, she no longer wore any
brassiere at all, hadn't worn one for years, and she had on only
the briefest of bikini panties, so tiny that they just barely
covered the tiny dark triangle of her fur-covered pussy. She
could feel the tops of her inner thighs rubbing warmly together,
and she parted her legs ever so slightly, feeling a fullness and a
yearning for his cock fucking deep in her belly that made her
shiver.
She was about to agree to a quickie when a buzzer sounded
behind them at her husband's desk.
John left her and pressed a button.
"Mr. Blaine on the line, sir," his secretary replied.
Ruth made a face and John looked at her as if to say, "What
can I do?" Andrew Blaine was the leader of the Republican party
in Pleasureville, and it was important to John Connor's campaign
that he have his support. It would mean the difference between
winning and losing.
"Put him on," John said, sitting down in the wooden desk
chair.
Ruth approached him and kissed him gently on the forehead.
"Charm him silly," she said. "You need his support."
John grabbed his wife around her waist and pulled her to him,
kissing her deeply before he answered the phone.
"Mr. Blaine, glad you could return my call."
John let go of his wife and motioned for her to lock the
door, and, with a secret smile, she did so. His wife was very
good at knowing what he wanted. If he wanted to fuck, which was
what he normally wanted to do, then she would want to as well.
They had one hell of a successful arrangement, even to being able
to have their own extramarital activities, as long as they were
very discreet and they wouldn't hurt his political career.
Ruth hadn't always been so liberated; in fact, when they had
first been married he had almost given up hope at being able to
have a normal sexual relationship with her. He would have stayed
married to her regardless, because he loved her very much, but the
marriage might not have lasted this long if it hadn't been for her
sudden change. Perhaps she had realized that she might lose him
if she didn't loosen up, and so one night, she had let loose.
Even now, after lots of fucks with Ruth and other women, he still
counted that night as one of the most wild experiences he had ever
had.
Ruth's reddish hair was tied back in a loose ponytail at the
nape of her neck, and now as she stood beside her husband, she
untied it, letting it fall in silken copper waves around her
shoulders. Her bright gray eyes sparkled with anticipation. Her
heart-shaped face was free from all but a minimal amount of
makeup. A look of anticipation passed over her face as she knelt
down on the floor beside her husband's seated figure.
"Sure, lunch sounds fine. My wife? Certainly she'd love to
come with us tomorrow. That sounds fine. We can leave the
discussion until then. Right." He hung up the phone as his wife
reached toward the zipper of her husband's fly. The soft sound of
it unzipping seemed to fill the room as John swung his chair
around sideways. Easily, Ruth's deft fingers reached up and
clasped the thickly throbbing mass of John's cock. He leaned his
head back against the chair and let his mind be absorbed by her
fingers as they began a slow up and down movement on the nakedly
exposed flesh.
Ruth held her husband's thickly pulsing hardness in one hand
and began to pull the thick foreskin down, sending the rubbery tip
of his prick shooting upward to glisten nakedly in the air.
"Nice and hard," she mumbled so softly that no one in the
outer offices could hear. "Oooooh, how nice!" She looked up
inquiringly and John nodded to her once more, in such a way that
she knew perfectly well what he meant. Standing up, Ruth slid her
thin summer dress upward, revealing beneath it her shapely, well
developed legs, tanned to perfection. She removed her sandals and
stood in her bare feet on the deep pile of the rug of John's
headquarters, and then, reaching upward, she began to slip off her
flimsy silk panties. Ruth's pussy was covered with deep coppery
curls, and John could feel his hardened cock give an excited jerk
at the sight of it. He watched with admiration as his wife's face
clouded over with a desire that promised one hell of a fuck and
made his cock jerk painfully as his imagination leapt ahead to
what was to come. Ruth's soft lips quivered as she languidly
moved closer. Her panties had been kicked off, and now she spread
her legs wide as he closed his knees together. Centered between
the shiny pink flesh of her hips and the softly rounded shape of
her belly lay the perfect furry triangle of Ruth's quivering
pussy. She seemed about to do a split as her feet slipped outward
further and further from her husband's hard thighs.
Simultaneously, the soft, curl-rimmed mouth of her cunt was
opening wider still as she lowered herself onto the heavily
throbbing prick below.
"Mmmmmmm ... yesssss ... yessssssss ..." John was moaning.
There was nothing that made his day more than a call from his
beautiful wife and a wild fucking session with her in his campaign
headquarters.
Ruth brought herself slowly down as she faced her lewdly
excited husband. She bit her lower lip as she felt the hardness
of John's cock touching against her naked cunt flesh. She let
herself remain poised upon its hotly quivering tip; her lewdly
trembling pussy lips pulsing against his massively throbbing cock
... and then she began to move. Pressing her softly trembling
tits beneath her loosely cut dress against his chest, her slick,
wet outer cuntlips were beginning to slip up and down the length
of his cock, though he had not yet entered her.
John began to daydream ... thinking of all the times he had
fucked his lovely wife, and aside from that one night, which had
been the best of all, each succeeding time was better than the
last. All these things went through his head as his cock grew
harder and harder. His exciting wife was moving faster and
faster, building up a friction in the external area of her
widespread pussy, feeling her young husband's cock throb and
tremble against her. She slowed her pace and began to ride slowly
and sensuously over it. The huge prick between her legs felt good
to her as the thick foreskin slid back and forth beneath the lewd
pressuring, and finally the heavily pulsing head became a huge
mass against the mouth of her hungry pussy. She knew it was time
then.
Her John's wonderful cock! she thought to herself. She
smiled at him as she panted above him and then planted small
kisses on his lips. Her ecstatically quivering tits nudging into
his chest, her soft sweet breath in his nostrils, her wetly
quivering cunt on his cock ... he was in heaven!
Ruth's creamy white thighs spread outward and the pink slit
of hotly seeping cunt nestled lovingly now against his heavily
throbbing cock where it thrust upward from the opening in his
pants. John moved his arms around his beautiful wife and she put
hers up around his neck. Her tightly gripping pussy slid tenderly
up and down along the huge shaft of his cock, and her body began
to jerk wildly. His passionate wife was deep in an erotic trance.
She could not voice her pleasure because it seemed to fill her
body and rob her of all but the lewd feeling of his cock nudging
her cunt.
She reached her hand down and spread her aching pussylips
with her fingers as much as possible and then let his cock fit up
inside their cum-slick circumference.
Unable to stand any more of it, John cried out and bucked his
hips forward and upward as hard as he could. Ruth could hardly
keep from crying out, but somehow she managed as the huge cunt-
splitting cock fucked slowly upward into her tightly gripping
cunt. Slowly it wormed its way up into her, and she worked her
hips down upon it, filling herself with its hugeness, loving it,
and wanting it with all her seething flesh.
He began to fuck upward higher and higher into the wet
darkness of his wife's hungry cunt.
"Oh yeah ... oh yeah ... oh yeah ..." he murmured. "Yes,
yes, YES!"
Ruth wanted to scream out to him as she sometimes did when
they were alone at home. Oh fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me, John.
Fuck me good and hard!
The young husband had begun a steady fucking rhythm up into
her hungrily devouring pussy, his cock pushing, sliding, racing
farther up into her. His cock throbbed between the wetly clinging
cuntlips, the tightness of them sending fiery thrills through him
as he began to fuck his hips hard up and down. He felt her
alternately relax and tighten on his advancing and retreating
cock.
Ruth's naked asscheeks, trembling and white, slid up and down
upon her husband's legs as she felt herself ramming open mouthed
down upon his prick. She had freed his cum-laden balls from his
pants, and they wormed up into the tightly clenched crack between
her eagerly trembling thighs. Her hot, velvety, hair-fringed cunt
clung to the huge thickness of his deeply fucking cock, the wet,
pink mouth spreading wide to admit every inch. In spite of
herself, she began to emit low, heated moans of passion as her
huge billowing tits heaved and her lips twisted with erotic
passion. Her mouth worked excitedly as her voluptuously writhing
body broke out in a thin film of perspiration. Her head rolled
from side to side, her copper-red hair swaying, as her sensuously
flaring hips began a slow, demanding roll above her husband's
heavily screwing cock. And then suddenly, with an erotically wet,
sluicing noise, her hungrily grasping pussy screwed itself nakedly
down even more tightly against him and John was forced to clench
his teeth in a desperate effort not to cry out.
Meanwhile, Ruth, who lewdly straddled John's huge cock, had
entered another world. Her lush, sensuous body was bursting with
lust as every atom of it responded to John's pussy-stretching
cock, and in a wildly untamed manner she rode him relentlessly.
Her body screaming inside with agonizing delight, she gurgled
softly as the licentiously mounting sensations overtook her right
there in her husband's headquarters with a bevy of vote-getting
volunteers outside in the front office. Out the window she could
see the tree-lined street of Pleasureville, and all along she was
being magnificently fucked by her darling young husband! Nothing
else mattered but the incredible licentious feelings racing inside
her totally filled and churning cunt, making her quiver wildly as
the huge, blunt cock sped hotly in and out of her steaming cunt.
The hot, wet pussy flesh jerked and twitched spasmodically
around John's lust-driven cock as the startling tide of the cum
struck him.
A scalding flood of cum juices gushed deep up into the softly
yielding flesh of her cunt that surrounded his throbbing cock as
he fucked on into both of their cums. They seemed to cum forever,
his hot, slick juice ricocheting wildly against her desperately
contracting womb. Her hands grabbed onto John's dark hair as they
writhed together on the chair and choked back the moans that
threatened to pour forth from both their lips, and John knew that
Ruth was cumming not once but several times in rapid succession.
Her eyes were totally lost, turned upward into their sockets as a
glistening bit of saliva formed upon her lips. John could see
that she was enjoying it every bit as much as he. She was
wriggling this way and that, moving her nakedly spread pussy up
and down and from side to side, milking every tiny drop of hotly
gushing juice from his wildly cumming cock. Her mouth bit down
hard on his suddenly, and John felt everything inside him lurch
toward her. He was giving her his all, and this wild, mind-
blowing cum was his reward. It spun through his system, creating
turmoil in every nerve ending, and the young husband felt the
receding sensations being prolonged by the intense sucking
pressure of his wife's tight, hair-lined cunt passage on his still
wildly fucking cock. A thin rivulet of perspiration trickled from
his forehead as Ruth slumped at last into his arms. There was a
lewd pool of wetness where their naked flesh still touched, and
John was glad that he always kept a change of clothes in his
headquarters office. He would need it today.
Jesus! he thought. Jesus Christ!
Ruth lifted herself up from her young husband's slowly
deflating cock. She felt weak and drained, but somehow uplifted.
She had a meeting with Dan in half an hour and she could only
guess what game he would play with her this afternoon. She looked
adoringly at her young husband as she began to hurriedly adjust
her clothes.
"Got to go now, darling," she murmured against his hair.
"I've got to meet Dan in a few minutes. You know how he hates to
be kept waiting." She stepped into her thin silk panties and
headed for the door. She turned around, then looked lovingly at
her husband.
"Lunch tomorrow with Andrew Blaine?"
"Right. One o'clock all right?"
"You know it is. I'll see you tonight," she said and shut
the door softly behind her.
John smiled broadly. He knew that before long, he would be
the mayor of this city. His popularity was increasing steadily
and they were just about ready to start the big thrust for the
election. Most of the other candidates were old and they had the
same political outlook that their parties had had for years. Big
talk, little action. He could change all that, his promises were
practical and ambitious and he had already proved by his work in
the city council that when he promised something, he made that
promise good. Because of this aspect of his nature, and his
brilliant innovative ideas, he was an almost sure winner for the
mayor's seat.
There was only the slightest bit of tingling left in John's
cock as the memory of his beautiful wife's licentious visit of
only a few moments before flashed through his brain. He was
looking forward to tonight, for he knew that when Ruth came home
from her rendezvous with Dan Michaels she would, as always, be
like a female wildcat out of control.
Chapter 2
Ruth walked quickly out of her husband's headquarters and
down the street toward Dan Michaels' apartment. Her pussy tingled
wonderfully at the thought of her husband's cock fucking deep into
her cunt. And she quickened her pace toward Dan's.
Then Ruth was aware of someone calling her name. At first
she wasn't sure, but then she knew it was so. "Ruth ... Ruth!"
A dark car rolled up beside her, and a man leaned over and
held the door open for her.
"Get in!" he called. "It's too far to walk from here, Ruth."
It was Dan, of course. He was never one to wait for
something he wanted.
Trying not to think about all that, she hurried into the car
and closed the door behind her. She must act natural, as if she
hadn't just been screwed silly by her darling husband.
"Why, Dan!" she said. "What a wonderful surprise ... and
you've come just in the nick of time!"
Dan smiled at her in his familiar boyish way. He had been
Ruth's lover for a few years, and he knew her very well. He could
see now by the flush in her cheeks and her careful walk that she
had just been fucked silly by her own husband. He liked it when
she was like this; it made her all the more anxious to fuck around
with him.
He looked over at her appreciatively, thanking his lucky
stars for the day that he met her. He had been the prosecuting
lawyer at one of her husband's client's trials. He had watched
her come into the courtroom every day to watch her husband argue
his case. Her eyes had shone with pride. He felt his cock jerk
painfully as he remembered how desirable she had been. Then,
later, when he had met her at a friend's party, he had been blown
out of his mind by the way she had drawn him into another room
where they had fucked wildly. It had been that way ever since.
Sometimes they even got together with her husband and his
mistress. But when she was hot like she was today, he knew that
she liked to play games, lewd little games that sent her cunt
spinning out of control.
"Glad to be of service, Mrs. Connors. You know that!" he
said softly. The car was moving slowly along, and Ruth smiled at
the absurd formality of their conversation.
"I think you turn at the next corner, Dan," she reminded the
young lawyer.
"Only too glad to be of service," he repeated, and Ruth
wondered for a second just what he was up to. She thought with
pleasure of the night they had met at the party. She had lured
Dan into the bedroom and taken all her clothes off. Then, she had
lain nakedly writhing on the soft shag carpet. Ruth felt the need
in her pussy starting up again at the thought of how she had lain
on the floor, watching his look of surprise fade away to a lust as
large as her own as he had thrown off his clothes and fucked her
within an inch of her life!
"Oh, fuck me, Dan," she had cried to him. "Fuck my hot tits
off!"
"How are you, Mrs. Connors?" Dan inquired in the same formal
tone, and Ruth wrenched herself back to the present, aware now of
the reason for Dan's behavior.
"Why, I'm just fine, Dan, and my husband is well too. You're
looking quite well yourself. Won any good cases lately?" She did
her best to play along without giggling, but she could hear her
voice trembling with the strain. She was always this way at
first, until she really got interested in the game.
"I have an appointment I cannot be late for!" she declared.
"I think you may have made a wrong turn ..."
"Oh, Mrs. Connors, I was so hoping you would drop by my
apartment. You know, you haven't seen it for almost a week. I've
made a few improvements. You might really enjoy seeing them.
They are made for you."
So that was it. Ruth tried to think of what she should do.
She had learned that it was important to get into the parts he
devised for her, even into the most difficult parts she was to
play, if either of them were going to get the "kicks" they wanted
from the games. She must maintain the act no matter what. So she
feigned fright as the car gathered speed, and she turned slightly
to see Dan's lips set in a lewd sideways smile, his hair combed
loosely in a different way, a new, more debonair way.
Boy, he's really loving this one. Must have had it stored in
the back of his mind just waiting for when the time was right.
Well, she would play it to the hilt, because that's what he wanted
and he'd gone along with her on her fantasies.
"I'd ... I'd love to see it, Dan!" she said. "I hope it's
nice and warm. I'm kind of cold. It's a bit chilly for summer,
don't you think?"
"Oh yes ... you'll be hot there!" Dan promised, nodding his
head in a strange manner.
The sun reflected off the windshield of the car in front of
them. Dan ought to be very satisfied, she thought. He's doing a
fabulous job! But what Ruth wanted more than anything, as the car
driven by her silent lover sped toward the northwest, was to be in
his apartment and find out what was in store for the afternoon.
Dan could feel Ruth's anticipation beside him, and he wanted
to let her in on what he had planned, but he knew that she would
enjoy it more if she was surprised, so he kept silent.
"Here we are, Mrs. Connors," Dan said, pulling up in front of
a small four-story apartment complex. There were similar
complexes on either side of it and all up and down the street.
Dan hurried around the front of the car and opened the door
for her. Then, taking her gently by the elbow, he escorted her up
the concrete steps to the front door of the small building. For a
moment he fumbled with his keys, and then they were entering the
interior of the complex.
"Here we are!" he said, a tone of excitement entering his
voice.
The apartment was quite large inside, and although sparsely
furnished, it gave the appearance of being very comfortable. A
deep wall-to-wall rug covered the living room floor, and an
overstuffed sectional couch took up one side of the wall. Ruth
went over and sat down on the couch and waited for her next cue.
"Yes, that's right, Mrs. Connors, make yourself comfortable.
Shall I make some coffee?"
"Coffee would be lovely, Dan," Ruth replied, as she leaned
back against the sofa and looked around her. Dan disappeared into
the kitchen. Through an open door at the end of the living room
she could see the large double bed where they had spent many a
wild afternoon, and upon its soft furry spread lay what appeared
to be some kind of tool. She remembered that Dan had told her he
had something special planned, and she wondered if that was it.
Homey sounds of clinking china were coming from the direction
of the kitchen.
Hurriedly, Ruth straightened her dress and her hair. She
always wanted to look her best; it made fucking better somehow.
Ruth was famous for her clothes and her exquisite good looks.
A tall, willowy redhead, there was little that she could wear that
did not become her, and her figure, she knew, was the envy of all
the women who were acquainted with her. People sensed the deep
sensual bond between her and her handsome husband, and it made
them one of the most popular couples in the city.
Ruth sat uncomfortably on the sofa. The suspense was getting
to her. Already, since the material of her dress was so thin, the
round brown tips of her bare nipples beneath were showing. What
am I doing here anyway? she asked herself.
"Here we are, Mrs. Connors," Dan said, entering the room with
a tray. The piping hot coffee steamed from the pot as he set it
down on the low coffee table in front of Ruth, and she could not
help looking forward to its warmth.
"As I recall, you take a little sugar and a little bit of
milk. Is that correct?" Dan smiled down at her, and Ruth
blushed.
"Yes, she replied, lowering her eyes. "Yes, thank you, Dan!"
The hot coffee tasted delicious, and Ruth sat back, just a
bit more at ease than before. She tried, however, to keep her
arms in front of her, just in case her nipples showed too clearly.
There were times when she wished she still wore a brassiere, and
this was one of them. She didn't want Dan getting worked up until
he was ready.
"Well, Dan," she said, breaking into the long silence that
threatened. "What a cozy place you have here. I really like it.
Tell me, how do you spend your time, now that you have so much of
it?"
"Oh, I keep quite busy." Dan had taken a seat opposite Ruth
in a straight-backed chair that he had pulled up to the coffee
table. He drank his own coffee with relish, "I work on my little
gadgets ... and fool around with my tape deck."
"What tape deck?" Ruth asked. Suddenly everything inside her
was listening, waiting for what the dark-haired man's answer would
be.
"Why, the tape deck I use to record things, of course!" he
replied easily, as though she should have known all along. "I see
someone cheating on their husband, and I say to myself, 'Dan, you
have got to teach that little woman a lesson,'" he added with a
twinkle in his dark brown eyes. Ruth was silent but a thrill ran
through her at the sudden change the game had taken. Normally it
was just the old rape game, but this afternoon, with this
blackmail thing thrown in, it added a more lewd flavor to it. It
was all she could do to keep her hands from trembling on her cup.
"Oh, yes, I keep busy! I have a very modern tape recorder
that I use to record these affairs. It's the best way, I
understand. Oh yes, I have a lot of memories already down on
tape."
"I ... I see ..." Ruth stammered.
Dan was thinking about how well this game was going. He
could see how much it had excited Ruth already. Her nipples
showed dark and erect through the thin dress, and his cock jerked
at the memory of his tongue licking hungrily around the dark,
berrylike nipples.
He was watching young Ruth Connors carefully now. "Perhaps
you'd like to hear some of the tapes?" he inquired.
Outside a siren was screaming, and a fire truck clattered
past. Ruth felt that sirens were wailing inside her head and her
pussy, that any second the throbbing would go out of control and
she would run out and grab any man who would fuck her.
"Yes ... yes, I would like that," she said. A part of her
knew that the time was near, that it was now that they would
really start the game, but another part of her dared to hope that
this exquisite suspense would last a bit longer. Dan got up and
started into the bedroom, motioning her to follow.
"This is my bedroom back here," he said.
On legs that wobbled and trembled, Ruth followed her lover
into the room.
"There's something I'd like to ask your advice about, anyway,
Mrs. Connors," Dan said. "Won't you sit down on that chair
there?" He pointed to a chair in the corner of the room. The
other corner was taken up with an impressive bank of taping
equipment stacked up to the ceiling.
Ruth sat down. There was an increasing lust mounting inside
her, a thrill that she had to quench or she was going to be sick.
I must not get sick now, she told herself. I must remain calm and
wait for Dan's cue.
Dan reached into a cabinet and withdrew a reel of tape. He
congratulated himself once more for having thought of recording
one of their wilder fucking sessions. He fondled it carefully,
thinking back to that night. Dan's dormant cock began to pulse to
life as he remembered Ruth Connors' silkenly naked body spread
lewdly on the bed ready for him to screw. She had pulled him to
her.
"Dan, you've got a huge big cock ... you've got a big
throbbing cock!" She had to have it inside her cunt, no longer
satisfied by the dildo she had been ramming deep into the clasping
hole of her copper-fringed pussy. Pushing him down on the soft
mattress of her bedroom, her mind crazed by the lust that seemed
to fill the very air she breathed, Ruth had mounted his huge
pussy-stretching prick.
Dan seemed to feel that incredible sensation still; it had
been one of their better times. His cock throbbed excitedly as he
recalled the tightness and the strength of Ruth's yearning cunt,
wrapping itself around his upthrusting prick as she bounced up and
down on it. She had had him fuck the dildo deep into the tight
nether hold of her ass, and he had done so, overwhelmed with lust
at the thought that he had almost cum right then and there without
waiting for her. And when her young husband had come into the
room he had joined them, and Ruth had been pressed between the two
of them, her husband John and himself. They had fucked her
together and singly. Dan had found her stretched and throbbing
asshole as willing a receptacle for his lustfully hard cock as her
cunt. He remembered how much Ruth had liked having the two deeply
fucking cocks inside her at once, and it was then that Dan had
ejaculated far into Ruth's ass-cushioned asshole in the most
powerful cum that he had ever known.
He was glad that he had recorded the session on his small
vest-pocket tape-recorder. He had meant to play it back for all
of them to enjoy, but in the exhaustion following that mind-
blowing cum, he had forgotten about it. Later when he had played
it for himself and had almost cum again just from hearing it, he
had decided that he would save the tape for later and use it as a
surprise in one of their games. He knew Ruth would get a real
send-off when she heard it, just like he had.
He slipped the tape cassette into his stereo tape deck, aware
that Ruth Connors was watching his every move.
"Would you like to hear this?" he inquired. "I'd like you to
tell me what you think I should do about it."
Ruth nodded. She could feel her palms sweating, and the tape
began. What could it possibly be, she wondered, what little
surprise did he have for her.
"Oooohhhhhhh ... honey, fuck me ... good. Realllll ...
gooddddd ..."
Ruth almost fell off the chair. That tape had been made
months ago, and that was her voice pleading to be screwed. She
remembered the time really well--it had been one of the best with
Dan, and then her husband had come in and they had fucked her
senseless again. And this little devil had recorded the whole
damn thing! She could have hugged him right then and there if she
hadn't had a role to play. It was his surprise, and she didn't
want to spoil it for him. The unmistakable sounds of Ruth's voice
lewdly enticing her young lover to fuck her, inviting him to look
and feel her nakedness, filled the small bedroom. Then, there
followed only the intensely wet sounds and blissful gurglings of
wild screwing. Ruth once more heard herself screaming as Dan's
deeply fucking cock brought a release to all her built-up
tensions. Over and over again she cried out as her cums
accumulated and grew stronger and stronger. "Oh, fuck me. Fuck
me harder, HARDER!"
Ruth wanted to stand up and rip the clothes off of her body,
but she knew she would have to wait, and she glared at Dan's
happily listening face, somewhat angry that he was waiting so
long.
"That could be anyone ... Anyone at all! You must be crazy
to think you can make anyone believe ..." she screamed
convincingly.
"Oh, Mrs. Connors," Dan declared. "I hope you're not upset
by this. Actually I did think you might prefer to keep this
quiet. It is, after all, so, how shall I put it, intimate!"
Ruth stood and began to blurt out exactly what she thought
Dan would want to hear.
"Blackmail!" she cried. "You can't BLACKMAIL me! Why, my
husband wouldn't give you a DIME for that!"
Dan was continuing as though he hadn't heard her.
"... and as for this tape being anybody, I'm sure you've
heard of voice prints by now. They are relatively new, but are
already considered very conclusive when it comes to identifying
voices. I'm surprised that you don't know that, Mrs. Connors."
Ruth sat back down as though the breath had been knocked out
of her. Was it her imagination, or did Dan seem to be looking at
her in a new way? She was sure he was looking at her titties, and
she could feel her nipples contracting lustfully at the thought.
She kept her legs pressed tightly together as she sat primly on
the edge of the chair. It was hard to play the part of an
indignant wife when that tape was still playing, with her own
voice on it raised like a common harlot's wailing and moaning and
obviously enjoying a good fucking.
"Perhaps you'd like to have a drink while you listen to the
rest," Dan was suggesting, and Ruth seemed to hear him through a
fog.
Unhurriedly, Dan went out to the living room for a few
minutes and returned carrying two glasses and a bottle of scotch.
"I hope I didn't hurt your feelings, Mrs. Connors," he said.
"Actually, you may have that tape if you like. I have another
copy." He held the glass within reach. "Do drink this. I'm sure
it will make you feel better!"
He himself took a deep sip from his own glass, letting his
eyes wander over the lushly voluptuous body on the chair across
from the bed. He could always remember every detail of its
nakedness, every quiver of her hungry little pussy around his
cock. He was pleased that she had taken to the game so well. Her
mounting lust showed in her eyes. He would have to get started on
her soon or she would blow the whole thing.
"WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME!" Ruth finally shouted out. The
tape was going on and on, and the terrible compromising lewdness
of her own voice was driving her crazy. Worse than that, the
distinct noises ... the all too explicit sounds of her lover's
cock fucking steadily harder and harder into her wetly churning
cunt ... oh God, it was too much to bear!
There was a long silence while Dan seemed to mull these words
over in his mind. Ruth downed the whole of her scotch, thankful
for the burning warmth it created in her mouth and throat and then
in her jittery stomach. She dared not speak. Her tongue felt
thick and fuzzy in her mouth, and she longed for more scotch. Dan
leaned forward as if anticipating her thought, and she wondered if
she had been looking longingly at the bottle. He filled her glass
again, this time to the very brim, and her hand trembled so that
as she lifted it to her parched lips, several drops fell across
the front of her light dress.
As she brushed her fingers across the wet spots, she could
see the sensuously throbbing mounds of her tits, and the all too
well-defined protrusions of her nipples. She shivered as the
liquor coursed down her throat this time and then knew that Dan
was getting ready to make the final move. She had feared that the
silence might go on forever, that he might never speak again the
words which would tell her to do what she wanted to do so badly.
Yet, that was impossible, of course ... and he had already spoken
before the words became clear in her head.
"You were ... uh ... magnificent that night, if I may say
so!" Dan's face was radiant as Ruth looked at him, her own face
flushed and her features strained by the events of the past few
hours. "Since I know that you are prone to enjoy such things,
and, I might add, you seemed to find me quite acceptable that
night, I thought perhaps ..."
"NEVER!" Ruth cried out. But she was thinking of the feel of
his cock fucking deep into her cunt. The situation was more
sensuous, yet frustrating than she had thought, and she was going
to break soon!
Dan acted disappointed but undaunted by her reply, and she
was alarmed when he went on talking as though she hadn't spoken.
The bastard! she thought. Why doesn't he get on with it!
"I was out of my mind that night, Dan," she cried. "You've
got to understand that that had nothing to do with me ... not the
real me!" Ruth realized that she was partially telling the truth.
It was true that she had been out of her mind the night she had
yelled for Dan to come and fuck her, out of her mind with a
craving for cock that couldn't be quenched. How could she explain
that she had really been temporarily deranged? He knew that
already; they both did. She had been that way ever since she had
met Dan Michaels and found that his taste in sexual fantasy
equaled her own. Her husband hadn't minded either because he had
his own mistress. They were just one happy family now, sometimes
one happy foursome.
"Perhaps you were drugged, Mrs. Connors," Dan was replying,
"and that's why you enjoyed my cock fucking so hard into your
cunt."
Ruth sucked in her breath, her face flushing at his lewd
words.
Dan reached forward to flick a switch that stopped the by now
completed tape rewinding. Then he started it up again. Ruth
reached forward and grabbed the scotch bottle, pouring herself a
stiff glassful, coughing slightly from the speed with which she
swallowed it.
This time, Dan felt his cock jerk slightly as he heard Ruth's
recorded moaning in the throes of abandoned fucking. He watched
the helpless expression crossing the young woman's face with a new
kind of inward sadistic satisfaction.
Since Ruth was still sitting motionless in the chair, he
added: "You do understand, Mrs. Connors, don't you? You can
certainly make my afternoon much more pleasant with just the
slightest bit of ... uh ... cooperation."
Ruth stood up quickly and yelled at him.
"You don't understand! I've got to get home! You can't
possibly expect me to--why, my husband ..."
Dan easily barred her way, taking hold of both of Ruth's
wrists with a surprisingly strong grasp. As soon as he touched
her, Ruth knew that it was going to happen soon. She fought him
briefly, and then realized that she was just prolonging what she
wanted to happen anyway. With great difficulty, she struggled to
gain control of herself again. Certainly if she played along just
right he would get on with it! He was standing so close to her,
his tall, elegantly thin body alive and vibrant.
"I'm sure Mr. Connors would want you to do anything you could
to help me out, and then, of course, you could have the tapes,
both copies, to do with as you like. I'm sure I won't need them
after today."
Suddenly she collapsed, falling onto the edge of the bed.
She sat with her hands covering her face and pretended to sob into
them like a little girl would. "Oh God! I don't KNOW! I just
don't know WHAT to do! I can't just let you fuck me like ... like
a dirty WHORE!"
Dan looked down at the tanned thighs that were almost
completely exposed as she sobbed into her hands. Her short summer
dress had snaked up higher than she knew, and he could feel small
beads of sweat breaking out on his upper lip as he studied the
delicate fullness of her upper thighs.
"It's not too difficult for you, I'm sure," Dan said.
When Ruth raised her head, ready to tell him that she would
comply with his wishes another time, she saw something totally
unexpected that made her cunt jump for joy. There before her very
eyes was the heavily throbbing hardness of Dan's naked cock. He
stood holding it now, just inches away from her face, and she
jumped backward, pretending to scramble away from him.
"OH GOD, NO!" she cried.
But he had already grabbed her by the shoulders and was
waving his nakedly throbbing cock in front of her face.
"Suck my prick ..." he said, so softly that she thought he
might not have spoken after all. But he said the lewd words
again, and Ruth knew that she was going to get what she wanted.
"Suck it!" he commanded, louder this time, pulling her head and
shoulders toward his thickly pulsing cock.
"I bet you like to suck cock," he added reflectively. He had
thought about this many times. He knew she did; they'd done it
many times before. It was one of their favorite things to do.
"This is grotesque, Dan! You can't do this, Dan. You need
help, Dan; you mustn't do this to me!" Ruth babbled a steady
stream of words absently, hardly realizing what she was saying,
but knowing that they were the right ones by the satisfied look on
Dan's face. She visualized her husband, handsome and serious,
maybe having a good fuck with his mistress right now.
She shuddered underneath her lover's hard fingers. She felt
his hand at the back of her head, pushing her face gently but
firmly down. His other hand was still wrapped around his own
rigid cock that stood out in the air in front of her like a
beautiful fleshy instrument of pleasure. She could see him
rubbing the wetly lubricated head with his thumb and forefinger,
and then, sensuously, teasingly, he was rubbing it softly against
her tightly clenched lips. He continued to do so until it was
evident that she was not going to open her mouth. She was
determined now to tease him a bit as he had teased her. And then
he reached forward and pinched her nostrils tightly together.
Ruth fought for a moment, trying to move her auburn head from
side to side in desperation, grunting out her protest at the
obscene act that was being requested of her. Then, in a sudden
gasp for air, her mouth opened wide. Instantly, Dan flicked his
hips forward, sliding the hugely pulsing head of his prick
thrusting deep within the confines of the young wife's tender
lips.
Again, Ruth fought, but Dan, feeling the hot wetness of her
oral cavity against his heavily throbbing cock, tangled his hands
into the young wife's hair and forced her to begin a gentle
sucking motion.
"Ah ... ah ... oh ... Mrs. Connors ... yessssss!" he
murmured, as her lips unwillingly hollowed and expanded with each
stroke he made into her wide-stretched mouth. Tiny ridges of soft
pink flesh could be seen pulling from her ovalled lips as he drew
back, and Dan smiled to see his mistress sucking his cock.
Passion mounting in his loins as his thoughts wandered, Dan began
a rhythmic sawing back and forth, never quite drawing his hungrily
fucking cock all the way out, but leaving the tip just inside the
hot wetness of Ruth's stretched and aching mouth.
"So happy you could oblige me, Mrs. Connors!" he cried,
groaning as he thrust his loins forward into its slippery depths.
This game was far, far better than he had imagined it would be.
He would have this memory always. Ruth's auburn-haired head bent
backward as he screwed his heavily throbbing cock forward into her
mouth. Her deep blue eyes were alternately wide open in lust and
tightly closed as she performed the lewd task of sucking his
demanding cock. It was a sight to remember!
Dan looked at the mirror on the wall facing the bed so that
he could catch a good profile view of the mayor-to-be's wife's
face as his lust-hardened prick continued to fuck rhythmically in
and out of her widely ovalled mouth. The very sight of it caused
his loins to tense and jerk into her face until in the mirror it
looked as though he were sinking the full length of it all the way
down her swanlike throat. Almost all of it seemed to disappear
with each hard thrust he made, until only a little stretch of its
huge mass showed glistening and protruding from between her lips.
Ruth didn't bother to pretend anymore. She was so completely
aroused and heated by what was happening that she only whimpered
now and then as the harshly driving rod of Dan's cock plowed
willfully into her wide, wet lips.
Oh God! she thought. Let it never stop. I wish it would
never end, she told herself. But he can't go on forever like
this, she told herself. Maybe this will satisfy him, and he will
give me some of the same. Maybe I can hurry that part up.
Her tongue, with a nerve-tingling lick, thrust forward
toward the throbbing head that pushed against it. Dan smiled as
in the mirror he could see her beginning to come to life. The
sensations around his happily surging cock told him that he had
brought her blood to a rolling boil and she would do anything now
to get her pussy fucked.
He watched, hypnotized by the image in the mirror, as the
flesh of her soft pink lips was pulled grotesquely out of shape as
he pulled back and she began to suck hungrily. Her huge titties
jerking and dancing within the loose folds of her dress added to
the lust-inciting picture presented to him in the mirror.
"That's it ... oh yes, that's the way!" he hissed, letting
his head roll backward as he fucked forward into her hotly
steaming mouth.
Preoccupied as she was by the lewd thing she was doing, Ruth
could hear the wet, lewd sounds of her wild screwing with her
husband and her lover rising throughout the small bedroom mingling
with the grunts and groans that burst from Dan's parted lips and
the strangled moans that came from her own cock-stuffed mouth, for
the tape continued to spin out its licentious tale, reminding her
of the reason for her obscene sucking of Dan's distended cock.
"Ohhhhhhh faster ... a little faster!" Dan grunted out as she
slaved obscenely below him. His hands in her hair twisted and
pulled at the silken auburn strands and Ruth could feel her body
soaked with perspiration. She wanted the final moment to come so
that it would be all over, and yet she feared the loss of his huge
prick in her mouth.
"Oh, come on. Come on!" he urged. Dan was soaring somewhere
above the clouds. No longer a plaything, he was a man, and he was
ramming his cock deep into her straining throat. By God, he'd
shove it all the way down to her tonsils before he was through.
His scalding cum juice was going to shoot deep into her throat and
slide slowly down into her belly, that same softly jiggling belly
that he knew so well, and which he intended to know again and
again in the most intimate sense of the word! He could feel the
pressure growing in his painfully throbbing balls which he had
freed from the encumbrance of his pants. He knew it wouldn't be
long now because his swollen cock felt like it was going to
explode into a zillion pieces! He shoved his loins hard up
against Ruth's vulnerable face, hearing her deep mumbles of
arousal, but letting them go unheeded as he started on the final
race toward fulfillment, toward his long awaited cum. It was
building ... building deep inside his quivering balls as he gasped
and bared his lips back over his teeth. All along his massively
pulsing cock he could feel the wild nibbling and sucking of Ruth's
hot wet mouth. Bits of her spittle were overflowing and dribbling
down her chin as his bursting cock began a sudden wild staccato
jerking that let loose a flood of white, scalding cum without
warning into Ruth's wildly sucking mouth.
"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" he moaned ecstatically.
Gust after gust of white-hot cum bloated her cheeks
unnaturally outward with each spurt of jism, and she began to
choke and swallow, choke and swallow, sputtering against Dan's
thrusting loins.
"I'm there! I'm there ... keep sucking. KEEP SUCKING!
Don't stop YET!" he rasped out, as his hands tangled tighter in
her hair. Convulsively he rammed his cock farther and farther
down her throat, as Ruth went on sucking hungrily as though she
were starved, feeling the voluminous quantities of the young man's
cum flowing down her throat. Tears of pleasure were streaming
down her cheeks as with one last earth-shattering groan Dan
emptied the last of his juice between her lips and clutched her
head to the dampness of his nakedly exposed loins.
"Oh, fuck me. Fuck me! Harder! HARDER!" Her own taped
voice cried into the stillness, and Ruth shuddered against the
still-quivering thighs of her lover. Gradually his satiated cock
was deflating in her mouth and she heard a great sigh of relief
escape from his lips. He was pulling away from her, and she
simultaneously pulled back, letting the limp mass of his cock fall
from her trembling lips.
"Oh ... oh God ..." she cried softly. She fell away from
him, on the soft bed, spreading her legs lewdly, trying to cool
the heat that burned out of control there.
"The ... the tapes ... both copies. I'll take them now!" she
managed to stammer out. The taste of his cum was sweet and strong
in her mouth, and she knew that her hair was a fright and her
clothes a rumpled mess. But that really didn't matter. She would
have time enough to fix that.
Dan looked at her in a manner that was both loving and
grateful at once.
"May I say," he began politely, only panting the slightest
bit after his powerful cum, "first of all, Mrs. Connors, you were
magnificent! You surpassed my fondest dreams ..."
"NEVER MIND THAT!" Ruth screamed in heated frustration, and
then lowered her voice in an effort to control herself. "The
tapes ... I'll have them now!"
"Well, I was about to explain. I'm afraid you'll have to
come back. You see, I don't keep both copies here. But I can
manage to have them for you ... say ... next week, at this same
time?"
Ruth felt her heart lurch with elation; he was going to
continue with this game! She was glad, she was enjoying herself
immensely. Then she spoke. "Very well ..." her voice broke, but
she went on, "I will expect you then. Next Monday."
Dan cleared his throat, knowing that she was pleased.
Absurdly, Ruth focused on the stereo tape deck on the bedroom
wall. There was a terrible aching in her temples, and she feared
her legs would give way under her at any second if he didn't fuck
her soon.
"It might be best for you to come here, Mrs. Connors.
There's something else I want you to have before you leave. I
think you'll like it a lot." He smiled wickedly, and she made her
eyes wide with fear.
Chapter 3
Ruth had never felt quite as aroused as she was now in her
life, and the delicious taste of Dan's piquant cum juice seemed to
filter through her flesh, teasing her nerves deep down between her
legs.
Dan watched Ruth. He knew her well and could tell that she
was more than ready to be fucked; he might have even teased her
enough. He caught the almost imperceptible trembling of the young
woman's muscles as she fought to control the fire in her body so
that she would not spoil the act for him, and he looked down at
her with love.
"Mrs. Connors..."
"Yes?" Ruth looked up, blinking in a dreamy stupor.
"I like fucking you."
"You like what!" She hadn't really heard what he'd said.
"Fucking you." Dan knew that she liked to hear all the
obscenities when she was hot like this.
Ruth sucked in her breath with a shiver, getting tired of
holding herself in check. "God. Do it, Dan. I can't hold out
much longer. I need you."
Dimly the young woman was aware that her young lover was
touching her arm with his hand now, lifting her up to a sitting
position on the bed. She could smell the clean scent of his skin
in her nostrils as he inched closer to her on the bed, and it
quickened the pulse of her heart until she could hear it throbbing
in her head. She felt his body press against her thigh in a
comforting gesture, and her hugely billowing tits ached in
swelling agony in the confines of her dress. God, her desire for
him was worse than ever! When was he going to take care of it?
He pressed against her suddenly, planting wet, rapid kisses
on her cheeks, and his tongue slipped through her open mouth in a
passionate French kiss. Delicious little spasms of pleasure
rippled unwanted through her belly and up to the rising nipples of
her tits, and her breath grew rapidly quicker.
Dan noticed the change in her breathing as he broke away from
kissing her and knew that the time was now. He raised his hand
from her arm and pushed it gently against her huge, whitely
billowing breasts, squeezing softly as he heard her moan in
torment. He could feel her tits harden and swell under his
sensuously massaging fingertips even as she tried to pull away.
Ruth shuddered at the heated touch upon her hotly quivering
tits; the growing excitement in her cunt spread like wildfire,
draining her of strength. She gasped for breath and squirmed
against the mattress, pushing the wet lips of her hotly tingling
pussy against it to try and quench the blaze that was burning out
of control between her thighs, and her body responded with greater
desire as his fingers groped at the zipper behind her back. She
could feel the cool rush of air against her skin as he pulled the
metal clasp all the way down to the tops of her smoothly curved
asscheeks. Suddenly, the top half of her dress slipped from her
arms to fall in a heap in her lap.
"Dan, listen, please, I mustn't ..." she murmured brokenly,
trying to hold on to the game a little bit, even though both of
them knew it was an act, by trying to tear herself away from his
welcome grasp. Teasingly, she jerked back away from his
passionately searching hands and fell against the mattress, her
tits jiggling wildly from the action. Fighting for breath, she
giggled: "Dan, we can't do this! We just can't!"
"Oh, Mrs. Connors. Yes! Yes, I have to fuck you!" Dan cried
out playfully. "I've got another load of cum in my balls now!"
"Dan ... oh, Dan, please wait a minute ..." she repeated as
she dragged him down on top of her.
"No! No, I can't wait. I want to touch you and kiss you and
fuck you. Right now. Please, Mrs. Connors, please, let's take
our clothes off and fuck!"
He reached out with his arms for John's wife again, and Ruth
struggled in his embrace weakly for another moment. Then all
resistance ceased in her muscles and sinews; the game was over and
it was time to get down to serious business.
Dan pushed her down into the softness of the mattress.
Ruth's legs inadvertently opened, one foot unceremoniously kicking
up in the air as her dress hiked up to her thighs. Dan sucked in
his breath, his eager eyes seeing the crotch of her thin silk
panties and the tiny copper tendrils of soft pussy hairs which
curled out from around the edges of the elastic leg bands.
And then, as the mayor-to-be's wife stared upward in
perverted anticipation, Dan began to undress. She watched him
remove his tee-shirt, exposing his muscular chest within which his
heart was beating as rapidly as a snare drum, then slowly, almost
torturously, unbuckle his pants and slide them down over his legs
and kick them off with his shoes. He rolled his undershorts down
next, his fully recovered cock jutting out from his loins like a
lance poised to fuck into her soft white belly without mercy.
"Oooohhhh God, yesssss ..." Ruth murmured in a daze. She was
dimly aware of his hands once more beginning to strip her of her
clothing, his touch leaving burning paths of desire in their wake
that burst out of control.
He slid the thin fabric of her dress sensuously down her
softly trembling thighs and threw it on to the floor where it
landed in a light frothy pile.
He raised up to his knees then between her quivering legs,
and fumbled with the elastic waistband of her thin silk panties as
she writhed in the paralyzing hold of her passion. It took a
moment for him to be able to slide the fabric from her gently
undulating asscheeks, but soon the cum-wet panties were added to
the skimpy pile of clothing beside the bed.
There was nothing left. The mayor-to-be's wife lay before
the lawyer, completely naked and smoldering with an overwhelming
desire for him as he sat between her open thighs.
"Oooohhhh, Mrs. Connors," she heard him say mockingly, "I
sure do want to fuck you!"
Ruth stiffened at the sound of her lover's tone, afraid that
he might be teasing her, and yet his mocking her only excited her
more. She could feel the hot juices seeping from the quivering
lips of her nakedly spread pussyhole, and she tried to squeeze her
legs together to ease the hotly tingling sensations licking out of
control through her cunt. She brushed her inner thighs against
Dan's thighs, the very touch of his muscular body making her
tremble with renewed passion.
"Can I fuck you, Mrs. Connors?" Dan plaintively asked. "Can
I now?"
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Lord, yes! Yes, fuck me, you bastard!"
Ruth groaned mindlessly. She was a slave to the surges of lewd
lust that were making her ache to have his hugely throbbing cock
fucking inside of her cunt once again. An electrifying series of
violent shocks seared through her like a thousand tiny forks of
lightning as his rough hand coursed over her heated flesh. The
tormenting flashes prodded with needlelike tauntings along the
inner wetness of her thighs, causing her to jerk her legs further
outward on either side of him and involuntarily grind her writhing
asscheeks deeper into the mattress. Searing hot flames licked
mercilessly at her nakedness, but her anguished rotations were
futile without his cock. She lay twisting and mewling from the
scalding touch of fingertips along her inner thighs and lower
belly, her mind struggling hopelessly against the stabs of
delicious sensations which were teasingly following the feverish
course of Dan's lewdly searching hands.
Dan played delightedly with her naked flesh, knowing that her
cum would be all the more exciting for the torment she was
undergoing now.
"Turn over on your belly, Mrs. Connors," Dan said with a lewd
sneer.
Ruth felt a thrill run through her at this unexpected request
and she turned over eagerly. One of his hands gripped the soft
flesh of her narrow waist and pulled her jiggling hips powerfully
off the mattress, while keeping her face and tits resting on the
bed.
John's wife's naked asscheeks wavered high off the mattress
behind her now, her mind empty of everything but what he might do
next. She had an urge to turn her head back and look at her
wonderful lover, but that might just further prolong the
inevitable fuck she was waiting so eagerly for.
Kneeling behind her, Dan ground his painfully jerking cock in
the narrow white crevice between her softly trembling asscheeks,
pressuring the soft cheeks together to enclose his cock like the
fitting of a glove, and planted warm, wet kisses along the
standing ridges of her spine. She groaned slightly as her body
shivered from the wet contact on her naked loins and back. He
placed his thumbs on either side of her pinkly throbbing cunt and
pressed out gently, gradually. Ruth shuddered as he continued his
gentle pressure, and her muscles which had been keyed up for so
long relaxed in the loose tranquility of knowing that they would
soon be getting what they wanted.
He was crouched down behind her, his face level with her
cunt, and as he watched with gleaming eyes, the wetly glistening
pussylips slowly parted of their own volition to the lewd guiding
motion of his thumbs. He could see all of her hungry cunt and the
glistening wetness of her pussy juices upon her inner thighs, as
she caused her asscheeks to slip wider and wider apart.
He breathed softly into her pussy and Ruth squirmed. He
could hear a faint mewl of delight slipping from between her now
open lips as she felt the featherlike touch of his hands and
breath against her auburn-furred cunt.
Dan Michaels grinned, and then with one quick rush of his
tongue, he thrust forward between the hot, wet folds of her hungry
cunt. He heard her gasp from the sudden entry, and he pressed his
mouth closer to wetly kiss the whole of her hotly throbbing pussy.
He began to fuck his lewdly searching tongue deep up inside her
cuntlips, sucking and swirling it crazily while her pussy
involuntarily contracted tightly around its long, smooth length.
"Oohhhhhhh," Ruth sighed as she felt the wet, tantalizing
kisses being lavished on the hair-lined slit between her legs.
Every muscle in her body tightened from the tingling pleasure
licking heatedly between her wide splayed thighs, while soft,
escaping moans of delight arose from her constricted throat.
Dan pushed his face further up into her cunt, teasing her
heavily pulsing clit relentlessly with his tongue, sending her out
of her mind with passion. She knew that her naked body was, for
the second time that day, approaching that exquisite state where
nothing would matter but to delight in total abandonment. The
lewd knowledge of her approaching cum made her squirm her
asscheeks back against the hotly licking mouth.
Dan worked slavelike behind his mistress's kneeling body, his
tongue making wet, sluicing sounds with each heated in-fuck he
made. Ruth's cries were one long, low moan now as he slid his
lashing tongue in and out of the wet confines of her pussy. He
pushed his face still further under her cunt and began to tease at
it gleefully with his nipping teeth while she writhed and churned
her whitely trembling asscheeks above him in a willing dance of
passion.
"Oooohhhhhhhh! Aaaahhhhhh!" she groaned, her body out of
control, and her mind rapidly approaching that same point of
insane desire from the deliciously obscene sucking of her cunt.
With a lewd and smug satisfaction, Dan behind her could feel the
muscles of her inner thighs hollowing and contracting around the
sides of his cum-slick cheeks as he licked and sucked at her with
greedy, untamed lust. Ruth's pussy flowered involuntarily wider,
and her cunt juices increased with each second his licentiously
sucking mouth continued to lave her widespread loins. Her pussy
juices ran in hot, wet trickles down the sides of his cheeks as
they pressed tightly into the softness of her hungrily gripping
thighs, then down the ivory columns of her legs to stain the
mattress beneath her knees.
"Uuuuhhhhh!" she grunted as he fucked his tongue deeper into
her pussy, expanding the pinkly swollen lips with every lewd fuck.
Oh Lord, how Dan could cuntlick her out of her mind. This was the
best game they'd ever had together. A strange masochistic
pleasure rippled through her fevered flesh at the thought of all
he'd done. She wanted to be swallowed by it; she wanted to be
fucked and sucked until she could never walk again! The lewd
subjugation of her helpless, kneeling form was driving her wild
with lust-inciting sensations!
"Oooohhhhh, you bastard!" she suddenly heard herself call out
of control, the rhythm of his skewering tongue becoming too much.
"Ohhhhhh, suck me! Suck my cunt!"
Dan heard the mayor-to-be's wife's obscenities and felt the
wild abandoned tempo of her naked, lush body, and his cock ached
from the anticipation to fuck it deep into her juicy cunt. With
some difficulty he slithered to his knees and worked his muscular
hips into the now wet and glistening opening of her asscheeks from
behind. He held his painfully jerking prick tightly between his
fingers and poised its massive head at the elastic hole of her
hungrily gripping cunt. He watched with lust-gleaming eyes as the
cum-wet pussylips nibbled at him like the mouth of a fish, and he
felt a small dewdrop of cock juice forming on the tip of his cock.
He had to fuck her now, or he would cum all over her ass!
He moved forward, slipping as far up between her wide-splayed
thighs as he could go, guiding his thickly pulsing prick between
the warm enveloping folds of her hotly swollen pussy. He groaned
with desire, wondering again at the delicious softness of her cunt
around his cock. It incited him to uncontrollable lust, and he
flexed his loins, feeling all of the unfulfilled desire he had
built up since last week suddenly surging forward with him into
the hot, welcoming belly of the beautiful woman before him. He
gasped out loud through the silence of the bedroom as he felt the
tightly grasping walls of her cunt soothingly enclose his deeply
fucking cock.
"Ooohhhhhhhhhh!" Ruth moaned. His cock finally fucking into
her was sending thrills racing along the base of her spine as she
felt the savage rhythm of his prick screwing into her pussy from
behind. There was no respite, as she felt the lean weight of his
pelvis crush hard against her asscheeks, sweeping them wider and
wider apart as he fucked his prick as deep inside her hungry, wet
cunt as it would go.
But this was not enough for her fuck-crazy lover.
"Shake it, Mrs. Connors!" he gasped through his tightly
clenched teeth. "Shake it good!"
Ruth complied without hesitation. Her smoothly curved
asscheeks rotated as she let herself follow his rhythm, grinding
and twisting her hips back against his driving cock as though she
were glued to it. She could feel him fucking into her more
steadily now, the sight of her unrestrained body inciting him to
faster and harder efforts. Her breath came in spasmodic puffings
now as she droned out her passion into the mattress, her face
turned sideways so that all he could see was the effect his
fucking was having in the mirror on the wall. Her lips opened and
closed in groaning torment, half in pleasure and ecstasy from the
sensations burning through her nerves, and half in fear she would
be ripped asunder by the hard, pounding cock that was screwing
into her cunt.
Behind her, Dan could feel himself building toward his cum.
He knew it would be soon and began to fuck her faster, battering
mercilessly the trembling cheeks of her fleshy ass with his hard,
driving hips. His hands grabbed her slender waist and squeezed
the flaccid flesh as he stared down at her curvaceously bucking
body.
"Man!" he shouted hoarsely. "Man, oh man!"
She thrust back her wetly gripping cunt against Dan's deeply
fucking cock so she could accept every fraction of his massively
throbbing prick deep up inside of her pussy.
And then, she felt her insides erupt in great hot flashes of
intense fire, tunneling through her veins in a never-ending
torment of mounting pleasure. She felt her thighs and asscheeks
swept wide apart in one last savage rush as Dan fucked into her
cunt with an overwhelming cum. He cried out: "Aaaaaiiiiieeeeee!"
as she felt his white, hot cum juice filling her cunt passage with
a tremendous charge. She could feel it flooding hotly into her
and filling the depths of her womb until she thought she would
drown inside. There were several convulsive jerkings of his hips
against the softly trembling cheeks of her ass, and then he fell
forward over her back, pushing her face down onto the mattress.
Dan lifted himself, exhausted, from her back. There was a
cool rush of air between her legs as his limp cock withdrew, and
then the well-satiated wife rolled over onto her back and lay
still, unable to move or care, wondering how they could ever top
the fucking they had had that afternoon.
Chapter 4
Ruth met her husband John at one o'clock the next day for
lunch with the head of the Republican Party in Pleasureville.
They had made reservations at the most popular restaurant among
the executives of the town. For the better customers, there was a
private room in the back if they wanted a private lunch, or there
was the main room, decorated like a classic French restaurant and
a delightful retreat from the hectic world of the businessman.
John had reserved the back room for he had serious business to
conduct, and it had to be done with discretion, where they could
nevertheless enjoy the excellent cuisine of the restaurant.
The meal had been divine and they were just starting on their
coffee. Ruth was no longer participating in the lively
conversation with Andrew Blaine because she knew that John was now
zeroing in on the real reason for the luncheon. They wanted and
needed the influential Mr. Blaine's assistance if John Connors was
going to be elected the new mayor, and she had agreed to help all
she could with her cunt.
He had never shown himself friendly to John Connors and had
delighted in making derogatory statements to the press about
John's way-out ideas whenever he got the chance. He was an old
bastard, and it was going to take a lot of charming to get him to
openly support John. Ruth was looking forward to the part of
charming him right up between her nakedly spread thighs. He was a
sexy-looking old codger! She rose to go to the ladies' room. The
wine was making her feel a nice glow and she walked slowly toward
the private toilet accommodations for the back room. She seemed
to be able to feel the eyes of the two men upon her sensuously
swaying asscheeks as she moved away from their table, and she felt
proud to be such a good-looking woman helping her husband in his
bid for mayor. When she returned, she noted that the mood between
John and Andrew Blaine had softened considerably, and she wondered
if John had already succeeded in getting an endorsement from him.
When in his turn John said that he had a telephone call to
make and left the room, Ruth turned to Blaine and asked, "How's it
going?"
Blaine placed his hand upon Ruth's knee underneath the table.
He was silent, but his fingers seemed to be talking for him. His
shrewd dark eyes looked intently into hers, and Ruth could not
help wanting to reach out and tear the clothes from his body and
have him fuck her silly right there in the restaurant. It was
true that they were alone in the back room, but John would be back
at any moment. Andrew Blaine's hand felt like a branding iron on
her leg, and she felt it moving upward, pushing her skirt back as
it went and touching along the smoothly tanned length of her
thighs.
"Oh Andrew ..." she sighed. She longed for his touch,
though, and made no move to stop him. The wine made her head hum
dizzily, and she was filled with a strong desire for cock that
sent thrills running up and down her spine. Between her legs,
high up at the wetly throbbing spot of her pussy, she was already
getting wetter and wetter as Blaine's fingers moved steadily up.
"Oh ..." she sighed. She could not help parting her thighs
ever so slightly. She could feel the inner wetness of her red
hair-trimmed pussy beginning to pulsate heatedly. She wanted him
to hurry and touch her there. She and John had agreed to let
Blaine fuck her if he wanted, if it would get him to support John
Connors for mayor.
Blaine's fingers advanced across the bare top of Ruth's
thighs. They tickled and teased her, until he was sure of her
rapt attention. Then he slipped his index finger up under the
elastic pussy band of her silken panties and let the tip of it
sink into the wetness of her hotly trembling cunt.
"Ooooooooh!" Ruth cried, pushing her hips down onto the seat.
The thickness of his finger moved slowly within the heated, hair-
lined confines of her soaking wet pussy, creating a friction that
increased with each split second the mounting desire that Ruth
felt in her loins.
"You are a beautiful woman," Blaine said suddenly, and there
was an urgency in his voice that made Ruth aware that he was
excited too.
"Thank you, Mr. Blaine!" she replied.
She remembered the other men she had been fucked by to
further John's career. Both she and John enjoyed these career-
advancing seductions and it had so far done nothing but good, for
here was John on his way to being mayor!
She was thrilled down to her fingertips and her toes as she
felt his finger move in her cunt. It was so exciting when another
man fucked her!
"I want to fuck you," he said continuing his lazy friction up
between her creamlike white thighs. "I thought maybe you and I
might surprise your husband and put on a little show for him right
now. I think we all would get a big kick out of it!" She didn't
seem to be able to answer him, as his finger churned wetly inside
her tingling pussy and the waves of desire continued to traverse
her voluptuous body.
She felt a rush of lust as her husband returned. There was
no time to answer.
Ruth felt flushed for Blaine had not yet removed his finger
from beneath her skirt, and her husband was sitting there at the
table now. She was ready to screw.
It was perfectly obvious to John why Ruth was twisted toward
Blaine like that. The old codger probably had his finger up his
hot little wife's cunt. Everything was working out great. He was
one lucky man to have a wife who was willing to help him with his
campaign. It was time he got up and made sure that no one would
bother them for at least a half hour while Ruth "convinced" Blaine
to fully support her husband for mayor.
While John was temporarily away from the table, Ruth could
feel Blaine leering at her as he moved his finger lewdly inside
her pussy and then removed it completely. He was an attractive
man of about fifty or so, graying at the temples and in good
physical shape. He wasn't young, but he was a good-looking man,
one that would make more than one housewife's pussy tingle. She
had only met Andrew Blaine once before and thought he was good-
looking. She had no love for the man personally, knowing him to
be a wily and dangerous man if he considered you his enemy, but a
good one if he were on your side. Now she looked at him for the
first time in a different light.
Before she had a moment more to contemplate the situation,
she saw John returning after locking the door to the back room
behind him.
He said not a word as he sat down again across from Ruth, but
she knew that he had arranged it all, and that within moments they
would set out to gain Andrew Blaine's favors. A terrible
sensation of passion whipped through her once more as she felt
Blaine's fingers rising beneath her skirt again. John had
returned with an additional bottle of red wine and suggested that
they all drink heartily. Blaine's eyes twinkled and his booming
laugh filled the room. Had John spoken to him before? Did he
know what was to come, had they planned it together?
Blaine's middle finger surged close to her already seeping
cunt high between her open white thighs, and she felt him parting
the softly curling pussy hairs and inserting the thick digit into
the moisture of her wetly trembling cunt.
She drank more of the mellow, smooth-tasting wine and gave
herself up bit by bit to the rising heat within her loins as
Blaine's agile finger plied softly and steadily, rubbing gently at
the tingling slit of her aroused pussy. It felt so terribly
obscene to be sitting there as if nothing was happening, when they
all knew what was happening under the table. Then abruptly the
conversation turned from the innocent topic of the theatre in
Pleasureville to more explicit things.
John spoke to her in a tone of voice that she knew well. It
meant that he was excited almost to the breaking point. He wanted
to watch her getting fucked forcefully and hard; he wanted her to
yield to Blaine's strong handsome arms, to let him grind out his
lust upon her, blotting her own out as easily as he would snuff
out a candle with the massive girth of his demanding cock!
"How does that finger feel up in your hot little pussy?" John
asked. Ruth jumped at the words and at the knowledge that Andrew
Blaine was flushing with emotion next to her.
"It ... it feels ..." she began. She must not blow it now.
She had to give Blaine the hottest fuck of his life! Blaine's
finger churned with a new insistent touch, separating the slippery
folds of her wet pussy and worming upward toward the open spot of
her hidden cunt.
"Yes?" he inquired, anxiously pushing and thrusting upward so
that his finger rose into the wet and sensitive pit of the mayor-
to-be's wife's cum-slick pussy.
"Good!" she blurted out.
Blaine cleared his throat and stirred uneasily on his seat.
He was enjoying the whole thing immensely. John Connors had
promised him something special ... something that he would truly
appreciate if he decided to publicly support John. Now, Blaine
was more than pleased to see that the promise was of a much more
exciting nature than he had imagined. It was easy to get girls
for an important man. But Ruth Connors was a dish that didn't
come along every day, and he was delighted at the chance to fuck
her--it was even better than money! To see the beautiful and
desirable woman beginning to sprawl down in her seat, right next
to him, her eyes mere slits as she entered into a passionate state
that was obviously complete and intense, now that was a show! To
feel his own hand at that moment fingering her wet little
pussyhole was enough to drive him crazy. He leaned forward in his
seat, fingering her and watching Ruth's expression with growing
interest.
He could feel his already hard cock jerking painfully between
his legs as he thought admiringly of the audacity the young couple
had to set such a thing up right in the back room of
Pleasureville's most popular restaurant. He had to hand it to
John though; he really knew how to get a fellow. He had heard
tales about John and his wife, about how the young lawyer and his
wife would stop at nothing to get what they wanted. Well, now he
was getting a taste of it himself, and he found it entirely to his
liking! Life was a dull affair at best, and he always liked to
add as much spice to his own as possible. This was the kind of
spice that made him think that it was all worthwhile.
John was speaking calmly to the thoroughly aroused redhead
now, and Blaine tried to catch all of his words. He could only
get a few here and there, but they were enough for him to get the
picture. Ruth was getting excited, not only through Blaine's
lewdly intimate touching of her cunt, but by her husband's lewd
words.
"... know you like fingerfucking. Blaine's fingers are
fucking your tight little cunt ... squirm it ... wiggle it ...
ugh! Ugh! Squirm it high inside your pussy ... Oh God, his
finger feels good up in there! Don't you wish it were his cock
instead of his finger? You know you like fucking better than
anything. Andrew Blaine knows it too ... If you want him to,
he'll fuck you now ..."
With each word, Ruth seemed to lose more and more control of
herself. Blaine could see her spreading her legs wider, and he
leaned over and slipped his finger deeper into her cunt. It was
then that he pushed the table back, and throwing up Ruth's skirt
with a sudden motion, invited her own husband to watch what his
fingers were doing, fucking deep into Ruth's cunt. Ruth
whimpered; the idea that she was being lewdly fingerfucked by a
stranger and exposed to her husband--but at the same time serving
"the cause"--created a characteristic surge of masochistic
enjoyment that increased her emotion to such an extent that she
groaned out loud.
The pinkly glistening folds of her exposed pussy were plainly
visible to John and Blaine now as they both stared intently at the
red, hair-fringed cunt up between Ruth's widely separated legs.
Blaine had flicked back the narrow elastic leg band of her panties
so that the entire naked surface of John's wife's thoroughly
aroused pussy was visible and his bunched-together fingers could
be seen lewdly screwing up into the tightly clenching hole of her
cunt, appearing and disappearing as he thrust again and again up
into her willingly open cunt.
"Christ, man!" John exclaimed. "You've really got her
going!" His lust-aroused cock was aching for a taste of his wife's
cunt, but he didn't want to spoil Blaine's chances. He wouldn't
dare interfere with anything Blaine did now for fear of losing his
chance of winning the man over.
Blaine would stop moving whenever he thought Ruth was about
to cum. He did not want that to happen yet. He wanted to keep
her teetering on the brink of a mind-bending release, to arouse
her so much that she would do anything to get a cock inside of
her. It was obvious that she was a good fuck because she loved it
and would only be satisfied with the best. This would be her
first performance with him, but he knew she would do well. She
had been well trained.
"Come on!" he said to her. "Hurry up and strip, and I'll
fuck the shit out of you!"
With only a second's hesitation, Ruth stood up. She wavered
as she looked down at the alert and deeply reddened face of Andrew
Blaine, but she realized that she would be able to go through with
it now. It would be worth it to feel Blaine fucking her, to obey
him so well that he would fuck her into a state of ecstatic
delirium. She would do as he said. Blaine had little to do with
it, really. She and John were performing for each other as well
as for Andrew Blaine. Being fucked by another man while her
husband watched was an act that thrilled each of them beyond all
possible games they could play.
She stood near the table, there in the back room of the
restaurant, and began to slip out of her clothes.
Blaine watched with bulging eyes. He had only imagined what
a gorgeous body Ruth Connors possessed, but now he saw. She was
smiling at John with a loving expression, and Blaine valued this
experience all the more because of the love these two young people
had for each other. He had heard it said that the ultimate thrill
in fucking was the one you got when someone shared his wife with
you, and remembering this, he grew more and more excited. Her
suit top and blouse were gone now and she stood in her skirt and
lavender lace bra, one she had worn especially for him, because he
was probably the old-fashioned type who liked the suspense of
taking off a woman's bra and then watching her titties swing free.
Her shapely legs were tanned from her daily sunbaths, and her full
thighs came enticingly into view as she stepped out of her skirt
and half-slip next. The beige tone of her silk panties blended
subtly with the soft ivory of her naked loins.
Suddenly to Blaine it was if he and Ruth were alone in the
room. She was playing strictly to him, while John faded even from
his peripheral vision. Before him, Ruth's brassiere unclasped
from the front and fell to the floor with a flick of her fingers,
and the full beauty of her huge, whitely billowing tits swung into
freedom. His cock throbbed as he took in their creamy perfection.
They rested high and proud in the artificial light of the
restaurant and their quivering pink nipples stood out on the
creamy half-spheres, peaking higher as she raised her arms over
her head in a provocative motion that was meant to lure him.
Damn! What a talent the girl had! John was one lucky
bastard. Ruth was everything Blaine had always wanted in a woman,
and more. He stared at her standing there barefooted in her tan-
colored panties. Then, to his amazement and without another word
of instruction from him, she turned her back to him and, bending
over slowly, drew her silk panties tantalizingly down over her
curved hips and lushly curved asscheeks. She brushed them
sensuously against her smooth white thighs and calves and finally
discarded them at her feet beside her skirt.
Ruth stretched languidly, as though she had been stripping
all her life, and then, with a deliberate teasing motion, turned
to face the two men. All of her nakedness was now voluptuously
exposed, from her sensuously throbbing tits to the soft coppery-
red, hair-covered mound of her quivering young pussy.
John turned to look at Blaine and saw the entranced
Republican Party member rubbing his hand across the front of his
pants. A swollen bulge betrayed the existence of his hotly
pulsing erection, and John felt a thrill of power as he
ascertained that Ruth's performance was having the desired effect.
Ruth was dancing now, swaying sensuously back and forth
before the two men in lewd countertime to the piped-in music. She
pranced nakedly, her tits dancing and her smoothly curved
asscheeks bouncing softly as she turned to present their ripely
swelling fullness to the watching pair.
"Come here, honey," Blaine said huskily. "Let us have a
closer look at you."
Ruth approached and stood before them. She was waiting for
Blaine's hands upon her burning hot body, for his promised
quenching of the desire that raged within her nakedly trembling
loins. And she didn't have long to wait. Blaine reached out for
her while John sat motionless, watching.
"You're beautiful, baby!" Blaine growled, and his thin
aristocratic hands were on her whitely trembling ass, pulling her
in close to him. Suddenly, she felt his face worming into the
narrow split of her hotly gushing pussy, his nose and then his
tongue parting the tender hair-fringed cuntlips and probing lewdly
up inside their dark wetness.
She jumped at the unexpected wet contact and then felt him
holding her all the harder against him, his fingers harshly
kneading the pliable white flesh of her quivering asscheeks. She
opened her eyes wide as she felt him begin a fast-paced licking
and sucking at her nakedly presented cunt. She felt as though she
were going to burst into flames any second, and she looked over at
her husband who gave her a wink and a nod of approval.
Blaine flicked out his tongue and wetly teased the slit of
Ruth's nakedly exposed pussy furrow. His tongue ran over the tiny
trembling lips of pink cunt flesh as well as the curly red hairs
that protected them. Ruth jumped against his hands, and he held
her to him more tightly. His thumbs lewdly spread open the soft,
hair-lined lips of her juicy pussy, and the teasing tongue probed
hotly, deeply into her widespread cunt. Grunting, he moved toward
her from his seat and kneeled in between her legs, forcing them
far apart as he continued the lascivious stroking with his deftly
worming tongue. Slowly it worked up and down within the nervous
young redhead's cunthole, pausing at the most sensitive areas to
rotate about in small titillating circles against her cum-soaked
pussy flesh.
He pushed forward and Ruth cried out, losing her balance and
beginning to fall backward. But she felt John rush behind her to
cushion her, and she lay softly upon the rug of the restaurant's
private room, her legs widespread and Blaine kneeling up between
them.
Oh God! Ruth thought. She got so hot when John was watching
her being fucked by another man. She was so hot that she couldn't
even cry out to him. But inwardly she screamed, I want a man's
cock in my cunt, something huge! Not just a tongue.
Still Blaine's tongue teased between her widespread cuntlips,
working its way all the way up from her hotly tingling pussy
through the palpitating narrowness of her cunt to the throbbing
head of her defenseless clit. She was disturbed that the illicit
flicking of his tongue was creating a maddening pulsing deep
within her heavily pulsing clit, and she could feel the tiny nib
of sensation swelling to full erection. She began to squirm her
hips down into the fabric of the soft rug beneath her in a futile
effort to urge on the punishing tongue, but it did no good. The
idea that her husband John was somewhere behind her, watching all
this, brought more low guttural moans of lust to her throat. The
naked white plane of her belly danced erotically before the two
men's hungry eyes as Blaine continued his greedy lapping and
panting at Ruth's helplessly exposed pussy.
The older man's eyes peered up from his enjoyable task and
met those of John Connors who was standing behind the writhing
nakedness of his wife. John nodded that it was fine for Blaine to
continue.
Ruth's moans of lust slowly increased, but her thrashing body
was quieting down to a more steadily rhythmic writhing. The soft,
gentle stroking of Blaine's tongue began to bring wicked tingles
of pleasure to her soft, curl-rimmed cunt. Her very nakedness,
there in the back room of a popular restaurant, excited her and
she could feel a definite responsive reaction begin to stir inside
her as the lewd tonguefucking continued. Control was slipping
away again, that delicious feeling that she had with John, where
all thought was but a writhing mass of feminine sensuality,
created for fucking and nothing else! That powerful desire to
think and keep on thinking was mercifully suspended and a total
relaxation followed that enabled her to give of herself with
complete abandon.
The dark channel of her pussy began to throb hotly. Yes, she
enjoyed this obscene act. Always had...
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm," she moaned, beginning to squirm her hips
upward to meet Blaine's madly licking tongue.
"Mmmmmmmmm!" she repeated as he attached his mouth to the
wide-open split of her streaming pussy and began to suck upon the
passion-drenched pinkness of her inner flesh.
"Oooooooooooooooohhh!"
Suddenly behind her, she felt John's hands upon her hugely
billowing tits. His fingers began to play with the pebble-
hardness of her fully erected nipples. With a little squeal, Ruth
abandoned herself to the sudden rush of pleasure as the familiar
fingers twisted her softly trembling tits, and down between her
thighs her desire-inflamed cunt felt like a hot glowing coal being
kindled to greater and greater heights of lust.
"Hurry!" John's voice directed over her nakedly twisting
body. "Put it in her now ... now!"
Blaine raised his cum-glistening face, and his cheeks
reflected the excitement that he was feeling. Quickly he opened
his zippered fly and withdrew his thickly pulsing cock. It felt
like granite in his hands, and he could hardly wait. Before him,
he spied the small pink opening of Ruth's wetly gushing pussy,
just waiting for his hard cock!
He was really going to fuck her right there!
Ruth stirred impatiently and moaned at the sudden loss of
contact with her yearning pussy.
God! Blaine thought. She really wants it bad!
As if to echo his thoughts, Ruth suddenly cried out, "Please
... please ... fuck me now ... now, I tell you!"
She had to quench the terrible desire that had risen up
inside her, had to know physical peace before she could think
straight again.
Andrew Blaine kneeled up between the red-haired woman's
widespread thighs. He looked down at the widely parted, shapely
legs and bent down to ease them still farther apart. He almost
seemed to drool over her cum-gushing pussy which seemed looser and
wetter than before, and Blaine thought he'd never seen anything so
exciting in his life. He'd certainly never done anything that
could quite match this long lunch! With a pained expression, he
pushed his thickly pulsing cock forward and began to worm the
smooth, rubbery head of it in between the red pussy curls and up
into the velvety cunt flesh spread wide before him.
"Ooooooooohhhhhhh!" Ruth responded as the sliding cock rose
against her helplessly aroused feminine flesh. Her pleading
whimpers filled the room as Blaine fucked the thick head of his
cock up into the spreading entrance of Ruth's willing cunt,
pushing upward, continuing in a slow constant act of relentless
penetration until his cock was finally buried completely up in her
whitely quivering belly.
"Oooooooooogggggghhhhhhhhhhaaaaaahh!" she cried, as Blaine
gritted his teeth at the almost unbearably pleasurable sensation
of Ruth's tightly gripping cunt muscles wrapping around his prick.
Andrew Blaine inclined back from Ruth as his probing cock
attempted to reach the farthest depths of her totally filled
pussy, and he did not seem to want to stop until it was completely
out of sight, buried deep inside the lustfully flailing young
redhead's willingly spread pussy, and his cum-laden balls hung
lewdly against her smoothly naked asscheeks, her long legs and
feet and calves swung outward, quivering visibly as Ruth lay
speared by Blaine's hugely impaling hardness.
From his position staring down over his lustfully writhing
wife, John could see that Ruth was completely out of her mind.
Her red-painted lips opened and closed sensually and sounds of
ecstasy poured forth in a low but steady stream. Ruth began to
rotate her hips up to meet Blaine as his pussy-stretching cock
pressured hard up into her raging cunthole. Again and again
Blaine shuffled in toward her wide-held pussy on his knees,
forcing his cock deep into her hungrily contracting cunt.
John Connors watched, his fingers still kneading at Ruth's
softly jiggling tits. He was fascinated by the sight of his
wife's red-haired cunt receiving the thrusting fucks of perspiring
Andrew Blaine's huge cock.
He could feel his own excitement growing as he felt the
sensuous flesh of Ruth's ecstatically pulsing tits beneath his
fingers. Blaine's thrusting cock, from where he watched, appeared
and disappeared like a well-oiled piston into the thrashing
redhead's widely stretched pussy. It was throbbing red and
swollen and each time Blaine rammed into her, Ruth gave a guttural
grunt and her tits pulsed heavily in John Connors's lewdly
manipulating fingers.
Blaine could feel Ruth's cuntlips clasping tighter and more
hungrily around the fleshy intrusion of his heavily throbbing
cock. It wouldn't be long now, he thought, and just in time, too.
He couldn't last a minute longer! Blaine didn't know how good
John Connors was in the sack, but he was certain that he was
giving him a run for his money that day with Ruth.
"Get it, baby, get it!" he began to spit out, obscenely.
Ruth writhed around on the rug and let all the perversity of
the moment fill her mind and body. She could feel her tits being
pulled harder and harder, each burning touch creating a heat
within her that only heightened the lust between her legs. The
powerful blows that struck deep into the upper regions of her
cunt, filling and stretching it with a wildly fulfilling pleasure,
were wringing a joyful culmination from her tormented young loins.
Then, suddenly, she jumped. From everywhere inside her there was
a race of hurtling sensations that started in her pulsing cunt and
spread to all atoms of her body. She was released!
"Aaaaataaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!" Ruth choked and sputtered and
moaned lasciviously, turning this way and that as the deeply
fucking cock began to spurt forth its jism.
"Oh man!" Blaine exclaimed. "Oh, man!" His head jerked
backward, his eyes rolling toward the chandeliered ceiling.
"Aaaaaagggggghhhhhhhhh!" he grunted, lifting Ruth's trembling hips
upward with his tensing hands so that he was able to empty his
hotly gushing cock deep into her hungrily milking pussy.
"Oooooooh ... yes, fuck meeeeeeeee!" Ruth cried out, jiggling
upward with all her might, making herself a willing receptacle for
the burning hot cum juice that filled her quivering cunt.
She did not feel completely sane as, caught in the throes of
her mind-blowing cum, she began to murmur a steady stream of
words.
"Oh, fuck me, screw me ... oh! I want your cock ... I need
your cock ... Fuck me ... goooooddddd!"
John Connors watched the lewd spectacle with mounting lust.
He felt extremely frustrated by the whole thing now, and he wished
that he could have fucked his wife instead of Andrew Blaine.
There was something about doing it in the back room of a crowded
restaurant while people were eating in the front room that really
raised his cock. He would have to try it again sometime, only he
would be the one to screw her.
Meanwhile, he would have to make do with what he could get.
As the moaning and groaning gradually decreased and John
could see that Blaine had had it, he hurriedly released his own
throbbing cock, letting it bob lewdly in the cool air of the
restaurant's back room. Strains of music still wafted through the
room, and only Ruth's soft mewling, mingled with Blaine's heavy
panting, could be heard rising to meet the music.
Blaine pulled out of her cum-drenched cunt slowly, his softly
deflating cock glistening wet and forlorn-looking. But Blaine
seemed more than pleased. He was exhausted, yes, but what a way
to go! He clumsily got to his feet and, still panting, headed for
the bathroom. John moved around Ruth's nakedly prone body. He
knelt between her parted legs and looked at her gaping, cum-
glistening cunt. What a sight! he thought. She was so
beautiful. She lay, completely satiated, in a semi-trance state,
and John longed to fuck her with his painfully throbbing cock that
he now jerked almost absentmindedly in his hand. The pinkly
shining split of her pussy flesh was drenched and widespread for
all the world to see, and the red curling hairs glistened with the
combined wetness of cum juices. She was an obscenely presented
dish, John thought, as he stroked his foreskin all the way back.
His wildly straining cock stood out taut and tight and ready.
Just waiting for me! he thought.
Chapter 5
The next day dawned bright and clear, and Ruth Connors took
that as a good sign. She sighed and settled back on her fluffy
flowered pillows on her bed as the sun streamed in through the
window, making a delicate lace pattern upon the thick lime green
carpet. Just then the telephone rang and Ruth gave a little start
at its melodious notes, having forgotten for a moment that there
were things that a mayoralty candidate's wife should do if she
wanted her husband elected.
The familiar voice of her husband's secretary came across the
wire, and Ruth realized that she hadn't spoken to her in quite a
while. It was usually her custom to stop by her husband's
headquarters to read any mail addressed to her and to help the
secretary answer it. But she hadn't even called in since her
rendezvous with Dan Michaels the other day. She felt a pang of
guilt since she was usually very good about keeping in contact and
answering the many letters of support and suggestions that she
received every week. Ruth knew that her name was on the lips of
every teenage girl in the city since she had initiated her Girls'
Athletic Project, setting up clubs all across the city for young
girls interested in sports that would provide all of the gear and
coaching for talented girls, something that boys had always taken
for granted. With all the equipment, it gave the girls the same
chance as boys to compete against each other.
Ruth was very proud that she herself had thought of the idea,
even though it was John who had suggested that if she got involved
in something good for the city, that by the time the election
rolled around, their names would be household words.
Ruth had taken it from there and, of course, had had the help
of many women's clubs throughout the city in setting up the
program, but the idea was hers, and Pleasureville, a city of
approximately 130,000, loved her for it.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Audrey. I just haven't had much time lately
..."
"I know, your husband told me; and I wouldn't have bothered
you if it weren't for all the calls I've been getting from Dan
Michaels."
"Dan? Calling ... you ... What did he say?" Ruth could feel
her heart pounding harder.
"Well, he's on the line right now, says he's got to speak
with you, but he won't tell me what it's about. He's been calling
now for a couple of days. I've been wondering why he was calling
here when I know he has your home phone number, so finally I
thought I'd ask you about it!" Audrey's voice sounded concerned,
and Ruth realized that she must say nothing that would alarm her
husband's secretary.
You must remain calm, she told herself. Even though your
pussy has just raged out of control at the thought of what Dan is
up to this time, making it hard to concentrate. It was obviously
some new game he wanted to play, or maybe it was the old one, the
one that they had made up last week. Her pussy thrilled at the
thought. She had gotten hotter over that one than any other one
they had come up with so far. If he had decided to go on with it,
it would be sheer heaven!
"Dan Michaels," Ruth heard her own voice saying into the
phone. "You say he's on the line now? Yes, I'll speak with him."
"Okay, I'll speak to you later." The secretary's voice
clicked off, and then established the special telephone connection
that would enable Dan's call to be transferred to the Connors's
home phone.
Ruth felt something within her light up ever so slightly as
she heard Dan's familiar voice on the telephone. She could not
suppress a shiver of delight, and she drew her blue colored silk
robe up around her neck as she listened to what he had to say.
"Oh, Mrs. Connors, I'm so glad I've gotten through to you at
last. I just had to reach you. I was wondering if we could
change that appointment we made? You see, I'd rather not wait
until next week because my stereo tape deck might break down, and
I couldn't take that with what I have planned and all. I'd like
to see you again sooner, Mrs. Connors ... about the contents of
the tapes, that is ... before anything happens to them!"
In keeping with Dan's lines, Ruth screamed into the phone.
"All I want is both of those tapes, Dan!"
Her face was flushed and her lips tense as the fingers of one
hand clenched into a fist and the others clutched at the receiver.
"Don't try to pressure me, you bastard. I'll be there next
Monday as I said--and you'd better have them for me or else! I
will be there precisely at 3:00 p.m." He had teased her the first
time, and it was her turn to do the same to him.
Ruth flung the receiver back dramatically onto the cradle of
the phone and sank back into her pillows with her eyes closed.
She would hold out on him just as he had held out on her last
Monday by making her hot as hell before he fucked her. Well, she
thought smugly, this time he's the one who's going to get hot.
* * *
There was a low drone as the car climbed up the steep hill
toward the mountain cabin belonging to the Connorses. It was the
weekend, and Ruth was glad that she had not given in to Dan's
request to meet him earlier than their normal weekly meeting.
They used to meet more often, but then by chance they found that
by meeting less often it was more stimulating, for then they had
the whole week to imagine and think about the rendezvous. This
weekend was an exception, of course, and would have nothing
whatever to do with the game they were playing. In fact, she
wouldn't be surprised if it just didn't come up at all. This
vacation had nothing to do with their weekly rendezvous plans.
Ruth knew that Dan Michaels would be waiting to meet them at
the cabin and that they--Dan, John, John's mistress Angie Parks,
and herself would be spending the weekend there. It was an
important weekend in that it was the last one the four of them
would be able to take before the really hard campaigning began for
John's bid for mayor. Andrew Blaine had agreed to lend him his
support after the wild luncheon they had given him. He had not
been very difficult to convince, nor had any of the other vote
swingers that they had used the same methods on. No one had
gotten away from them--they had been very successful at fucking
their way to the top.
John felt sure that with all of the big supporters behind
him, plus his own large popularity, he would have no trouble
getting the majority of the votes and being elected mayor.
Seated in one of the back seats, John's mistress, Angie
Parks, watched Ruth, wondering just what kind of woman she was and
what a strange kind of marriage she had with John that would allow
both of them to have open sexual relationships with other people.
Though she'd been with John Connors for six months now, she still
hadn't quite got used to the four-way orgies they had. John and
Ruth loved each other dearly, that was very apparent, but what was
so weird was that their relationship was even more intense due to
their screwing around with other people. She didn't understand
it, but that really didn't matter because she loved cock and she
got her fill with John. She liked the wild times she had when she
and John and Ruth and Dan would meet for an evening or a weekend
like this one, and it would turn into a wild, no holds barred
fuck. She blessed the day she had met John and become involved in
his wild ways. He would get her vote on election day and any
other day he wanted it!
The car started up the small dirt road to the isolated cabin,
and Ruth smiled and thought about the wonderful weekend ahead of
them.
"Happy, my love?" John inquired, catching her smile.
"Yes, it will be good to be away from town for the weekend!"
she replied. John's hand reached out for hers and he clasped it
gently.
"Yes, the last few days of freedom before the long haul!"
Dan stood on the cabin's porch watching the car make its way
up the long winding road to the house, sometimes disappearing
behind trees, sometimes in sight. It was a slow tricky drive and
Dan started to think that they would never get there when the car
disappeared behind the last group of trees and a few seconds later
drove up the last few hundred feet to the driveway. He waved as
he caught sight of the car and the passengers got out, and he
whistled softly to himself as Ruth's short dress blew up,
momentarily exposing her long slender legs and smooth thighs.
Ruth gave him a lewd look, and Dan remembered the last time
she had given him a look like that. He had such wonderful
memories of their little affairs, the best memories of his life,
really. In his more depressed states of mind, he resented John
Connors because he had found Ruth first and was now her husband.
Ruth was Dan's idea of the perfect woman, and he fervently wished
that she were his and his alone instead of his to use once a week.
But he was content to have her like he did rather than not at all,
and there was one thing that John couldn't have or take away, that
one day a week or the memories of Ruth's passionate embraces and
fucking.
He was thinking about how satisfying it was going to be this
weekend. The weekends were always fun, and he could already feel
himself getting a hard-on at the thought of her sleek, red-haired
little pussy squeezing him together between those trim little
thighs.
Dan nonchalantly tweaked Angie's right nipple in greeting and
whispered to her, "See you tonight, sweetheart! Hope your little
cunt's ready!"
Angie's face flushed beet-red from the words that Dan
Michaels had whispered to her, and she felt her pussy tingle.
Jeez, she thought irritably, it doesn't take much to get me hot!
And wait until tonight! It's going to take a lot of cock to put
my fire out!
* * *
John yawned and poured himself a drink from the well-stocked
bar in the corner of the room. It was all working out very well,
this mayoralty campaign, and he felt excited and not very sleepy
at all. His mind turned to his wife upstairs in their bedroom.
They had all been tired tonight and had decided to forego the
group fuck, but they hadn't ruled out fucking with each other.
Together they would celebrate how well the campaign was going in a
very special way he had not even thought of yet. Carrying his
scotch and water with him, he slowly climbed the stairs.
Ruth turned over as John entered the room.
All was darkness inside, but he sensed that Ruth was awake in
the big double bed that was at the end of the room. Without
speaking, he undressed, feeling tension leave him as his lean,
taut body was revealed in its nakedness to the dark of the room.
A tremor of anticipation passed over him as he approached the bed.
His eyes were rapidly adjusting to the lack of light, and he could
make out Ruth's curvaceous shape upon the bed. As he reached the
bed and stood peering down, he heard a rustle of covers, and
Ruth's hands moved out and her fingers clasped the semi-hardened
column of his cock. It jerked to life in her hands as her fingers
began to slowly massage his tingling balls, softly smoothing over
the heavy weight of them while she gently touched his now
painfully jerking cock.
"Aaaaah," she said in the darkness. "I was waiting for you!"
"I'm here ..." John replied, his voice husky with desire as
he stood stark still and let his beautiful wife continue her lewd
massaging of his massive cock.
Dan had heard John go into the bedroom, and he knew that her
husband and Ruth were going to have their own little party.
Shit! he thought. Wish I was getting some of that tail! He
hadn't been that tired tonight that he couldn't have taken in a
little group fucking. But since no one else had wanted to, he
thought it might be fun to listen while John and Ruth went at it.
In fact, it was something Angie might enjoy as well; she liked
kinky things, and she might be in the mood for a little screwing
around.
He stopped in front of the Connorses' bedroom door on his way
down the hall to Angie's room. Even when he pressed his ear to
the door, he couldn't hear a thing. It occurred to him that John
might possibly have gone right to sleep, but Dan remembered the
hot looks that Ruth had been giving John at the dinner table
earlier and decided that they wouldn't have gone to sleep with
ideas like those they had had in their minds! He carefully pushed
on the doorknob and, with experience gained through years of
childhood sneaking about, succeeded in turning it without making a
sound. One of the light switches for the hall light was nearby on
the wall, and Dan flicked it out before slowly pushing the door
open just a fraction of an inch.
A wild cry met his ears and startled him so that he almost
shut the door again. Then he realized that he had not been
discovered but had merely tuned in to the love cries of John's
beautiful wife. His features split into a wide grin of
satisfaction as he settled down to listen in the hallway.
Ruth's nakedly writhing body was lost in the fire of the
moment. Every muscle she possessed was tensed as she strained her
hips upward toward the maddening licking tongue in between her
legs. John was magnificent! She had never dreamed that it could
be like this, that each time she was with him he could bring more
and more pleasure from her body. Her love for him incited her
further. Her updrawn legs opened and closed around the tormenting
head that was licking gluttonously at her flame-seared pussy. The
cords of her neck stood out as she pulled with all her strength
against the tangled hair of his head below her.
"Ooooooooh! Ooooooooooohhhh! Aaaaaaaaaaaaghhhhh!" she
wailed, splaying her legs wider and wider to give him greater
access. "Lick my cunt! Lick it!" she screamed, pleading with
him. "Oh God, don't stop now ... Do it just like Andrew Blaine!
Lick it, lick it!" And then there came a rushing in her ears as
she choked and the room seemed to spin around her, and she moaned
and cried out as the intolerable delight of her mind-bending cum
careened through her. She wanted it to go on forever and ever, to
never, never stop!
As Ruth lay gasping and slowly recovering, John turned her
over onto her still softly trembling belly. Her willpower had
been completely drained by her cum, and he kissed her smooth,
sensuously curved asscheeks, and bit them with sharp little nips
of his teeth. He was vaguely unsatisfied. Tonight is special, he
thought. He felt ready to go on for a long time, teasing her and
bringing her to greater and greater heights of delirious pleasure.
"Spread your legs!" he ordered her. "I'm going to fuck you
like no one has ever fucked you before!"
Chapter 6
Dan Michaels almost ran down the stairs to the bedroom where
Angie was sleeping. His ears were humming and his brain spinning.
"Good old Ruth and John," he said aloud to himself. "So, they've
been screwing their way in to the mayor's office."
He was in a hurry now, for he had an idea that he thought
would be fun, not to mention thoroughly exciting. He could feel
his cock throbbing hard and demanding between his legs as he made
his way to the small bedroom at the back of his house.
Dan eagerly sought out the right door in the narrow hallway,
and without hesitating, he knocked softly. After getting no
reply, he turned the handle of the door and, finding it open,
stepped in.
Angie had awakened at Dan's first knock. Now she lay
wondering in her narrow bed what Dan was up to as the good-looking
young man entered. He was dressed in his pajamas. His dark hair
was charmingly out of place and a large lock clung to his
forehead. His dark blue eyes glinted and his expression was
amicable as he moved swiftly to her.
"Dan, what you are doing?" she cried, holding her covers up
against her chin. Beneath, she was clad in a simple thin
nightgown that came to her ankles and had a white ruffle around
the hem.
"I think I've found something that you would enjoy seeing and
hearing," Dan said, sitting down on the bed.
Angie started to answer, but he would not let her. His laugh
resounded throughout the tiny room, and Angie wondered what on
earth it could be that Dan wanted to show her that could cause him
so much amusement.
"Dan, tell me what it is!" she cried out.
His head bent low, and he kissed her with a hard, burning
pressure, until her head sank back into the softness of the
pillow. Her eyes were closed and the lids fluttered as his kisses
did their work in arousing her small voluptuous body. His tongue
boldly thrust between her pinkly parted lips, touching her own
tongue mercilessly and making her want to die from the bliss it
created inside her.
"Wait ... Dan, hold it ... Tell me what's so funny ..." she
murmured, moving her head from side to side in an effort to escape
his mouth.
"Yes ..." he said suddenly, pulling away from her. "I'll
tell you, but you have to come with me ... Come on! Hurry!"
Impatiently, he pulled her up and spun her toward the door,
not even giving her time to put on a robe over her thin nightgown.
"Where on earth are we going? What's wrong with you, Dan?"
"Nothing's wrong with me. I just want to show you something
I think you'll enjoy. In fact, I know you'll enjoy it about as
much as I do." Once more his laugh echoed through the empty
house.
Dan was pulling her so fast that she could only stumble along
behind him, curious in spite of herself as to where the impetuous
Dan Michaels was taking her.
He clambered up the stairs, taking them two at a time, not
stopping to see if the small girl was able to follow at such a
pace. She had no choice, and together they arrived at the top of
the landing both out of breath and panting hard.
"Shhhhhhhh ..." Dan cautioned her, and together they tiptoed
down the hall until they got to the door to the Connorses'
bedroom.
"I sure hope they're still fucking," he thought to himself.
And then he knew they were, for through the slight crack in the
door which he had left ajar the rising voices of John and his
beautiful young wife could be clearly heard.
Angie stood with her mouth gaping open as Dan pushed her
closer so that she too could hear everything.
Inside, Ruth winced forward, jumping slightly as she felt
John's fingers prodding in between her widespread asscheeks. This
was something that he had only done once, one wild night when he
and Dan had both fucked her at the same time. He had never done
it on his own, nor had Dan. Ruth sensed what her husband was
thinking of doing--he had fucked her there once before, but it
would still hurt. She felt obscenely naked and unprotected back
there as she could feel the strained skin around her tiny puckered
asshole being pulled apart. He had been kissing her and gently
nibbling at her whitely trembling asscheeks, and Ruth was
surprised to note that his finger up her ass did not hurt as she
had anticipated, but rather sent a sensation of muted pleasure
swelling through her.
John moved his middle finger around in the tight but
expanding hole, sawing in and out, widening the tiny asshole more
and more. Ruth found herself wiggling her hips back against it,
her nails digging into the mattress under her. When the
determined young husband forced a second finger in, however, she
winced aloud from the pain and tried to bounce away from him on
the big bed. She could feel the sheets crumpling beneath her damp
body.
But Ruth had little time to relax, for her demanding husband
followed her, kneeling up against her own kneeling body, pinning
her down with his other big hand on the small of her back. Ruth
could feel that he was warming to his task, and that shiver of
excitement that she always got when she realized that she was
about to be thoroughly fucked now ran through her nakedly
trembling body. Momentarily he was still behind her, and then the
fingers began to work together inside her tightly clinging
asshole. Ruth's mouth fell open as she began to groan excitedly,
wriggling back onto the obscenely invading fingers of John's
lewdly probing hand. A strangely appealing subjugation swept over
her. She could feel him back there deliberately stretching her.
His voice came to her ears, loud and ringing.
"I've only fucked you in the ass once, and I hear that the
second time's the charm!"
"Yes ... yes ... fuck me there! Screw me up the ass, John!"
She twisted her neck and cried back to him.
Outside the door, Angie gasped as she heard the unmistakable
sounds of what activities were going on in the Connorses' bedroom.
She felt her legs grow weak and she would have fainted from the
sudden fire in her cunt at the sound of the intimate goings on in
there if it had not been for Dan's strong grip around her waist.
He would not let her go and she was glad of that for she was
afraid that her legs wouldn't hold her up.
Dan was delighted. It was much, much better than he had
hoped. They'd fucked together at one time or another, but this
listening secretly at the door seemed somehow more obscene and
arousing.
His fingers began a rhythmic massage against the naked
softness of Angie's now softly quivering tits beneath her thin
nightgown. They felt good to his fingers, and he pulled her
closer and closer to him, forcing the hard, hot spear of his cock
against her smoothly curved asscheeks. He knew that even beneath
their clothing she could feel the hardness of his prick, and that
she would remember what it had felt like to have his huge, cunt-
splitting cock fucking deep into her willingly widespread pussy.
The young blond girl moaned and was silent, but Dan could
feel her trembling against him, her body beginning to respond to
his forward thrusts as he held her tightly to his loins. They
stood just outside the door in the hall, listening to the lewd
sounds and words coming from inside the bedroom, and Ruth's breath
became heavier and heavier to match the intensity of the actions
inside. He could sense Angie's total nakedness beneath her
nightgown, and their very position there beside the open door
began to excite him more and more.
Inside the bedroom, John Connors pulled his fingers out of
Ruth's hotly quivering asshole, the rubbery skin of her anus
clinging to them and making a sucking, hissing noise.
"Kneel up more," he said thickly. "Get your ass up higher!"
Obediently, Ruth drew her knees further up under her,
presenting him with the fully stretched cheeks of her ass as she
felt his hot, hard body move in between her open thighs. A shiver
of anticipation surged through her limbs as suddenly she felt the
heavily throbbing head of his cock resting within her widesplit
nether crevice. Subserviently, she reached her hand back through
the arch of her legs and began to gently stroke and cup the heavy
sac of his cum-filled balls.
"Put my cock in your ass!" he hissed at her, and she took
hold of the hotly throbbing cock, feeling its width between her
fingers. It seemed too big to go inside her back there! Yet she
wanted to have it fuck her ass, and she held her breath as he
clutched at the top of her trim, widely separated thighs while she
placed the thickly pulsing head of his prick against the tight,
hairless opening of her asshole.
John began to push against her, straining into the tight
near-virginal hole of her ass. She was about to tell him that it
was no use, it would never go in, when the tiny muscle of her
asshole gave way and the persistent head of his cock burst into
the sanctity of her nether flesh. Desperately, she tried to pull
away from him, but he held her tight.
"Oh God, John ... it hurts ... I'm too small back there!" she
cried.
But he ignored her pleas, shoving mercilessly as he hugged
her shapely hips in his savage attack and growled, "Push back!
Come on! Help me out. Push your ass back!"
Ruth could hardly think. Every way she turned there was pain
and more pain. The agony was unbelievable!
"Back ... BACK!" he urged heatedly, but she was afraid to
move for fear of the pain inside her. Nevertheless, she tried to
move her ass backward, and with a deliberate, mind-shattering
effort born of love, she allowed his slithering cock to surge into
the spongy resistant flesh of her back passage.
"Aaaaaannnnnggggghhhhh!" she groaned as his pelvis smacked
loudly against the softness of her upturned white asscheeks. She
heard him give a harsh whine of passion as he began to fuck deep
into the soft confines of her fully presented asshole.
Listening in the hall outside the bedroom door, Angie had
begun to really respond to the sounds of the lewd fucking by
writhing backward against Dan's thrusting loins, and when his
hands began to lift her nightgown up, she could not protest.
Her flesh burned with desire as his fingers revealed the
creamy nakedness of her soft white body. When her nightgown was
way up around her hips and her softly quivering asscheeks were
nakedly bared to him, she felt him pull her in against him once
more, and to her shocked surprise she felt the naked hardness of
his cock pressing fervently into the split of her asscheeks.
Oh no, she thought. He's not going to do the same thing to
me; he can't. Not here. No! But she did not know what to do as
he began to push and slide the massiveness of his cock in between
her trembling asscheeks, bending her body this way and that as it
pleased him so that he could get the desired sensual effect. She
was relieved that he did not try to enter her there, for she could
hear the horrifying sounds of Ruth Connors being sodomized by her
husband. She knew that she could never recover from such an act
if Ruth couldn't, and tried to convince herself that Dan Michaels
would never dare do such a thing to her without her consent. He
forced her to bend forward, letting his hotly throbbing cock fit
smoothly into the spread entrance of her hair-lined cunt, and
Angie shivered with mounting desire. She wanted to be fucked in
her pussy.
Yes, she thought, oh yes, fuck into me now, right now! She
felt so excited that she began to push her smooth white asscheeks
back, and as she did so, the huge mass of Dan's cock fucked high
into her willingly opened pussyhole.
"Mmmmmmmmnnnnnnghhh!" she moaned, twisting back onto him as
she felt her cunt being filled by the enormously throbbing shaft
of Dan's cock.
Oh, it's huge and wonderful and I love it! she thought
wildly.
His hands firmly planted on Angie's hips, Dan Michaels began
a slow fucking motion into the young girl's hotly gushing pussy,
feeling his cock speeding along the entire length of her tingling
narrow channel and listening to her soft moans of pleasure. But
this was not all he had wanted of her, and boldly, after once more
assessing the sounds coming from inside Ruth's bedroom, he began
to push forward into the room, carrying Angie along with him still
firmly attached to him by the lewd penetration of his heavily
pulsing cock inside her tightly clinging cunt.
Angie realized what was happening, but she was too aroused to
care. Ruth and John wouldn't mind anyway. He held her so hard
that she could feel sharp shooting pains where his fingers dug
into the soft fleshy area of her hips. Yet, as he moved, his hard
cock jiggled and thrust within her wet confines in a most exciting
way.
To her alarm, she could hear the noises of the wildly fucking
couple on the bed very close by. She and Dan were now almost
right next to the bed, she was certain of it. But Ruth and John
were so preoccupied that they didn't know that they had company.
By degrees, the pain was lessening within the stretched walls
of Ruth's thickly stuffed asshole, and a certain stimulation began
to blend with it. She bared her teeth and wagged her head from
side to side, her auburn hair a crazed tangle hanging over her
face as John fucked hard into her again and again and again.
"Unnnnnnngh! Unnnnngggghhh! Uuunnngggghh!" he grunted
animallike behind her. "Move your butt!" he commanded. "Can't
you do better than that?"
His words stung Ruth as she tried to comply. He was
sodomizing her. Her own dear John was fucking her mindlessly
where she had seldom been fucked before. She tried to think, but
each time his brutal thrust would drive her forward and she would
squirm back onto his deeply fucking cock until soon she was filled
with an all pervading masochistic joy. The pain had become
pleasurable! She began to move backward with vigor, in a tempo
to meet her young husband's brutal thrusts. It was getting better
and better, better than she remembered it to be. She marveled at
the power of her body to bring her new sensations when she thought
she already knew them all.
It was then that the piercing shriek stunned them both, and
John's surging cock stopped, plunged to the hilt within the
tightly gripping narrowness of Ruth's widely split asshole.
Directly behind them, right there in the room, a woman had
screamed. And now immediately following the scream, the sharp
sounds of sobbing and the lewd noises of flesh slapping against
flesh met their ears.
"What the hell!" John cried out.
"Never mind!" Dan's panting voice replied. "Go on with what
you're doing. It's just Angie and me. Damn, your asshole is
tight, Angie!"
Angie's cries of pain lifted to the ceiling, and John could
feel Ruth trying to continue the lewd fucking movements John had
stopped.
He had to chuckle as he heard Angie's moaning noises and
envisioned the two of them fucking there at the foot of the bed.
He turned his head around, still without releasing Ruth from his
strong grip on her upper thighs, and in the darkness could make
out the shape of the other two gyrating bodies, the white of
Angie's uplifted nightgown and the outline of Dan's head. He had
to hand it to Dan Michaels. He had an original sense of
imagination. No wonder Ruth liked him so well!
Ruth could hear Angie's mounting moans of utter pleasure, and
she guessed that Dan was touching her body in such a way as to
alleviate the rising pain between the young girl's cock-spread
asscheeks. Her own ass was once more lewdly stretched and the
long insertion of her husband's heavily throbbing cock fucking
deep within her arching asshole made itself felt again as the
painfully embedded prick recovered from its temporarily softened
state and grew harder by the second.
"Come on, you sweetheart, fuck me back good ..." he growled
at her. "But first, turn on the light!"
In a second the room was flooded with a soft yellow glow from
Ruth's night table, and John nearly knocked her flat on her face
as he shoved up into her tightly clinging asshole again, this time
turning his head so he could watch the lewdly occupied couple
behind them.
It was true, they were assfucking too! Dan was fucking his
little blonde mistress right up her ass, and from his position on
the bed, John could see Dan's lustfully screwing cock sliding in
and out between the full, firmly rounded moons of white flesh that
formed the blonde's asscheeks. He could even see the pink flesh
of her round little asshole draw back with Dan's cock on the
outstroke, greedily clasping at it as if to keep it from escaping.
He stared in sadistic delight as his wife's lover's cum-laden
balls smacked resoundingly against Angie's tight little blonde-
haired cunt each time he sank his huge prick to the hilt in her
wide-split asshole.
John felt his own softly dangling balls palpitating almost
painfully and his throbbing cock felt as if it were charged with
electricity each time he fucked into Ruth's soft, uplifted
asscheeks. Now she was moaning like a madwoman, her beautiful
face flushed, her eyes rolling in her head, and John knew he
couldn't last much longer.
They had all fucked in the same room before, and they had had
some good times together and some pretty wild fucks. But John
couldn't remember ever having done anything nearly as exciting as
this dual sodomizing! He had wanted something special for this
night and he was getting it. He could see Dan watching him too,
even while he thoroughly impaled the writhing young girl in front
of him, and John realized that they were in a kind of contest
together. Who would last longer; who would cum first?
John's hand came down on Ruth's palely jiggling asscheeks in
lewd imitation of a jockey with a thoroughbred horse coming down
the home stretch toward the finish line.
"Eeeeeeee!" Ruth wailed in painful protest, but the
excitement had begun to swell within her again and she reached
back under her, tickling John's lewdly swinging balls and turning
her face sideways so that he could see the effect he was having on
her. Sweat poured from John's face as he rode her wildly and
impersonally. She felt herself to be a mere vessel for his
pleasure, and this contributed to her own growing pleasure. What
could be more important than receiving his huge cock because,
after all, she was using him for her own selfish pleasure just as
he was using her. She knew that the presence of Dan and Angie was
making him reach new heights of pleasure, and she herself found in
the depths of debasement a greater desire than she had ever known
filling her nakedly gyrating loins.
Dan watched her, fascinated, as up on the bed John's thickly
throbbing cock disappeared all the way up into Ruth's whitely
trembling asscheeks with every cruel thrust. None of it was left
visible to his eyes as it fucked its full depth into the tightly
resilient passage, straining its head as if to burst asunder in
her tightly clasping asshole.
Dan had always wanted to fuck Ruth in the ass because he knew
it was the only hole she had rarely been screwed in, and that in
itself was enough to send his cock rising toward the ceiling. But
in all the times he'd been with her, he had never dared to mention
it. Now there would be no problem, though it wouldn't quite be
the same. For the moment, though, it was enough to watch and to
feel Angie's nakedly quivering little asscheeks smacking against
his loins, to know that once more he was bringing the young blonde
to the point of cumming with his deeply fucking cock.
Angie moaned and mewled as the thickly pulsing cock churned
within her straining asshole. He had fucked into her there with
one swift, devastating thrust, taking her by surprise after
exiting from her cum-drenched pussy. And now, she found herself
filled with a sense of total abandon.
What did anything matter anymore? She was in effect enjoying
the obscene act of being screwed in her asshole. She had allowed
herself to be taken in the crudest, most obscene manner known to
man or woman, and in the same room with another couple who were
doing exactly the same thing! Her mind went spinning in sexual
abandon at the thought.
"Dan, fuck it! Fuck it hard!" she gasped out, her lewd words
filling the room and spurring not only her own partner but the
other hotly writhing couple to a faster pace.
Dan felt he could cum now whenever he wanted to. He drew his
cock out to the tip, watching her virginally tight asshole pucker
pinkly around him, and then fucked in hard in one long, smooth
stroke all the way to his loins. Angie whined in ecstasy, and on
the bed, Ruth echoed the same intense sounds. Dan fucked into her
again, pulling Angie back onto his lust-throbbing cock like a
smooth fitting glove, causing her to scream again.
John did the same, and Ruth screamed with pleasure. The
boiling hot lava of scalding cum juice began to churn in John's
heavily veined, pulsing cock. The acute tingling that signaled
his imminent release had started!
John grunted loudly as he thrust his hugely pulsing prick
deep into Ruth's widespread asshole, his entire naked body
beginning to jerk convulsively against her presented ass. His
mouth hung open loosely as he clawed at the soft, silky skin of
Ruth's waist with harsh, clutching fingers, pulling her soft,
white asscheeks even wider apart so that his cock could fuck yet
another fraction of an inch up into her.
"I'm cumming, Dan!" he shouted back to his wife's lover.
"I'm cummmiinnngggggg!"
"Me too!" Dan cried back. "Meeeee tooooooooo!"
Dan grunted and began to pump thick jets of scalding white
juice from his speeding cock, filling the swollen tightness of
Angie's plundered young asshole.
Beneath John's battering attack, Ruth felt the first
delicious torrents of the hot, white cock juices splutter wildly
into the aching depths of her well-fucked asshole. It surged
through the cock-split hole like a volcanic eruption, warming her
belly rapturously. The sensation and the lewd knowledge that John
was actually paying more attention to Dan at this intimate moment
than he was to her, strangely touched off her own cum and she
screamed as the great rush of pleasure rippled through her
trembling loins.
"Aaaaaaaagggghhhhhhhhh!"
The combined cries of cumming swirled to the high-ceilinged
bedroom. The wetly obscene sounds of the lewd fuckings mingled in
their heads, and they all experienced a lewd four-way cum, where
each cum hung on the others and was continually spurred on in a
dizzying, mind-expanding experience.
Chapter 7
"Hey girls, why don't you all have a little fun together?"
Dan said.
Dan was standing naked in the middle of the room, having
apparently just removed all his clothes, for his pajamas lay upon
the floor. Beside him the satisfied figure of the disheveled
Angie stood clad in her now rumpled nightgown.
John, rising up on his elbow beside Ruth, drawled out, "Hey,
yeah! That sounds like a good idea!"
John's fingers curled absently around Ruth's hugely billowing
tits, beginning to tease them the way he always did, bringing all
the unwanted desire rushing back to the flushed surface of her
naked body.
Continuous waves of pleasure were coursing through Ruth's
loins at his touch and the thought of doing it with Angie hadn't
helped a bit. Dan grasped Angie about the waist and brought her
close to the bed.
"The two of them," he said to John. "Let's see you both do
it to each other!"
John's fingers tightened their grip around Ruth's body, his
hands cupping against her large, whitely trembling tits. He
pressed expertly at her sensitive nipples to arouse her fully and
sent shivers of heated desire racing through her recently fucked
body.
"Mmmmmm ..." Ruth said. The way she said it, and the thought
of the two girls making it, was enough to make John's pulsing cock
raging hard again. "That would be quite a sight, wouldn't it?"
She was looking steadily at Angie, and Angie cast her eyes
downward, unable to withstand her lustful gaze.
It was obvious that Ruth had done it with other women before,
but Angie hadn't, and she wasn't quite sure she was going to like
it. But then again, Ruth was already really turned on at the
thought of it so it must be pretty good. What the hell, she had
always heard it was different from anything a man could do to a
woman because only another woman can fully understand what really
turned her sex on. She had always prided herself on her sexual
liberation. Well, now was the time to really prove that she was
as liberated as she thought she was. She had just been fucked in
the ass; now it was time to be fucked by another woman.
With trembling fingers, Angie reached out for Ruth's softly
trembling body. The auburn-haired woman's nakedness was partially
covered by the satin sheets, and only her torso and tits were
exposed to the trio's eyes. Her voluptuously white body gleamed
in the soft light of the night lamp, beads of perspiration,
glistening all over her skin. John reached out and pulled away
the rest of the sheet. Her figure was perfect, including the rib
lines above the sharply indented waist and the navel with a thin
line of down that ran like a pointer to the sleek curls of her
reddish pussy hairs against which the tops of her thighs pressed.
She was all tits, hips, and thighs, seemingly ready to comply with
the two men's lewd suggestions.
Ruth felt two small hands touching her nipples, and closed
her eyes tightly so that she could immerse herself in the soft
sensations of Angie's hands.
"Lie down!" John cried enthusiastically, moving over on the
bed to make room for Angie. Dutifully Angie climbed up onto the
bed as John's hands pushed Ruth down.
Ruth was delighted when the young blonde's fingers continued
to touch and stroke her hugely billowing tits with gentle
reverence, gradually becoming more used to the task and more
expert at it as Ruth's nipples hardened unwillingly beneath the
exciting pressure. Her hands were balled up into fists of passion
at her sides as she lay with her legs slightly parted, eyes still
tightly closed, allowing the novice blonde to caress her
quiveringly naked tits. Angie was now tweaking the nipples with
determination and Ruth could hear the girl's careful, heavy
breathing, as well as the breathing of the two men watching.
"Keep it up," Dan commanded. "Lower, go down lower!"
"Let's get Angie's nightgown off," John suggested. The
rustle of clothing and the temporary surcease of the gentle
touching at her tits told her that they were taking off the young
blonde's thin nightgown. Then Ruth felt the girl begin to trace
tiny invisible fingernail lines across her rib cage and down along
her soft, trembling belly to the softly indented navel, pausing
there to draw a small circle inside. Ruth lay trembling with
arousal, and Angie felt much the same way, feeling her curiosity
rise within her as she began to explore another woman's body for
the first time in her life.
It occurred to Angie that she would do to Ruth just what she
herself found stimulating, and that way she could hope to avoid
displeasing her and showing her inexperience with women.
The girl may be lacking in experience, Ruth thought, but she
sure as hell is learning fast! She lay there with her creamy
white legs spread apart, her body growing more and more aroused as
the small fingers reached the curly tendrils of her soft, fur-
rimmed pussy.
"JESUS!" Dan exclaimed from his position beside the bed.
"You're doing okay, Angie, don't stop now!"
Dan was beginning to pull at the huge shaft of his heavily
throbbing cock. He had never seen anything so magnificent as the
sight of the two beautiful young women together. He could tell
that John was enjoying it too, as Ruth's husband looked on with an
intense expression, his hand fondling down between his thighs,
clutching his painfully jerking prick.
"Oh God!" Ruth moaned again. It was going to happen now.
She felt sticky and wet all over, and she could feel the eyes of
the two men boring into her flesh.
"Aaaaaaaah!" she cried out finally as Angie's fingers spread
the throbbing fur-trimmed lips of her cunt, exposing her hotly
quivering little clit to the air. Then the fingers were sliding
softly over the growing pleasure-bud, teasing it, tickling it,
pulling at it.
Angie was playing with Ruth's wet cunt furrow the way she
played with herself in the secrecy of her bed on the nights when
she had no man to fuck her.
Ruth groaned and bit her lips. The softness of the blonde's
touch brought back the feathery delight that she had forgotten
another woman could bring her, and after some of the rough
treatment she had been through this evening, she was delightedly
shocked by the change. Angie's fingers were reaching her on some
other level, a level that Ruth had not really explored in depth.
The young blonde stroked her tenderly, almost as though Ruth were
a child. Ruth could feel her trembling pussy beginning to grow
more wet as her clit expanded beneath Angie's agile fingering.
The young blonde kept on working at the delicate cunt flesh,
slowly but surely, gently massaging and caressing. Then she let
two of her fingers slip into the wetly gushing hole of Ruth's
pliant cunt, plunging up, up into her clasping pussyhole, softly
pushing against the walls as her tightly held together fingers
traveled the full length of the other woman's hot, awakening cunt.
"Aaaaaah!" Angie cried out in response to Ruth's cry of
pleasure.
"Get on top. Get on top," John urged excitedly.
Dan thought he was going to cum any second, and momentarily
stopped the intense beating of his hand against his painfully
jerking cock as he pulled the thick foreskin all the way back,
letting his huge cockhead stand out proudly and ferociously.
Angie did not wait to be told a second time, and almost
eagerly she climbed up from between Ruth's tremblingly widespread
legs, without removing her obscenely implanted fingers from the
hotly throbbing furrow of the other woman's cunt.
The aroused young girl climbed halfway on top of Ruth,
pressing her own nakedly trembling titties down against the
voluptuously quivering shapes of Ruth's larger tits.
Ruth sighed loudly as she felt the soft sensation of tits
pressing against hers, while Angie's fingers still swirled
insistently around up inside her hotly tingling cunt. The
combination was unbearable. It was comfort and warmth and a
passionate response that surprised her in its intensity. The idea
that she was being watched by her husband and her lover spurred
her on to even greater heights and she gave herself over to the
perverted thrill of Angie's love making, and she abandoned herself
to it as though she were drowning and Angie's slender body would
keep her afloat.
Angie could feel the change in Ruth and it inspired her.
Moaning softly to herself, she began to rub her blonde-furred cunt
down against the quivering mound of Ruth's pussy while Ruth
writhed sensuously beneath her, her legs straining apart. She
just didn't care anymore. Angie felt a wonderful sense of power
that she could make Ruth respond to her this way, that she could
bring such pleasure to another woman's loins. It gave her a
completely different vision of herself, a stronger, more confident
picture.
Ruth moaned as Angie increased her caresses, slipping her
fingers in and out of the redhead's hotly aroused pussy as though
she were possessed by a demon, wriggling her small shapely body
nakedly against hers, letting the silky flesh of it blend with
hers, as her hair-covered pussy began to slide against the widely
exposed area of Ruth's sensitive clit.
Ruth moaned over and over again, her streaming pussy like one
big, longing ache as she strained against the heated friction both
within her loins and without. Her smoothly curved asscheeks
tightened and grew slack, only to tighten again as she heard Angie
begin to utter a steady stream of incomprehensible words in a low,
husky whisper.
Angie's fingers slithering upward into Ruth's tightly
gripping pussy felt less and less like fingers and more and more
like a special kind of cock pushing against the rounded protrusion
of her cervix, reaching high up to the end of her dark cunthole.
Angie's ecstatically quivering tits pressed and rolled
against Ruth's hugely billowing tits, causing Ruth's passion to
mount. Both were almost swooning now from the exquisite floating
sensation of pleasure that pervaded their nakedly twisting bodies.
As she sank deeper into her swoon, she opened her eyes for
the first time, and through the wild flinging strands of Angie's
sweet-smelling blonde hair she saw Dan and John towering over
them, both men having moved to the end of the bed so that they
could see better. She saw their hugely pulsing cocks pumping
lewdly away over their writhing bodies, but this obscene sight
could do little to heighten her mounting excitement. She couldn't
get much higher than she was now.
The highly aroused redhead let her lips struggle up against
Angie's, her arms enfolding the girl's small but strong body,
pulling her closer against the rising pressure in her naked loins.
She could feel it enveloping her. There was no shame whatsoever,
only the precious body of another woman making her cry out, making
her want to explode. She was breaking in two. Oh God, it was too
much! Too good!
"Yes, now!" Angie whispered suddenly to her, and the urgency
of the young blonde girl's voice released her and she was cumming,
cumming so completely that it was as if gravity had let loose,
flinging her into nothingness, projecting her with a tremendous
force into ... what? ... another force of similar magnitude!
Dimly, Ruth realized that Angie was cumming too, writhing
excitedly on top of her own bucking and twisting body. She could
feel the cum-drenched inner cunt, the hair-covered outer pussy,
grinding down madly against her own fully exposed, insanely
cumming pussy ... and thousands of electric sparks seemed to be
ricocheting between their two soft feminine bodies.
"Kiiiisssss mmmmeeeeee ... ooooohhh kiisssssss mmmmeeeee!"
Ruth begged, and she felt Angie's lips apply themselves to hers in
a soul-searing kiss that heightened the mind-shattering cum that
had become a mutual cum between them.
"OoooooooommmmmmmmmmMMMMM!" The two women's tongues mingled
knowingly, as though they had waited years for this moment, and
their groans of blissful cumming expanded throughout the large
bedroom for long, long minutes as they continued to writhe nakedly
against each other, oblivious to the two men who had inspired
their cum.
Angie's fingers moved slowly in ever widening circles up
within the contracting and pulsing walls of Ruth's juice-drenched
pussy. She was milking the other woman's cum for all it was
worth, extending it, increasing it, making it build just when it
might fade.
"OOOOoooooggggghhhhh!"
"Oh! Oh! Oh!"
"I'MMMMM CCCUUMMMIIIINNNGGG againnnnnnn," Ruth cried aloud,
increasing her grip on Angie's passionately moving body over hers.
"Yes ... yes ... yes!" Angie replied. "Yes!"
The men came too, as they watched the mind-blowing cums and
hotly writhing bodies of the women. And if someone had passed the
cabin without knowing what was going on in the Connorses' bedroom,
they would not have been surprised to find that some wild animals
were having a ball up in the mountains.
Chapter 8
The taxi driver smiled broadly. He had recognized John
Conners's wife even though she was wearing her darkest glasses and
had pushed her gleaming auburn hair back under a cap. Realizing
that the lovely young candidate's wife was in no mood for
conversation, he refrained from speaking to her. He was content
enough to have such a celebrity in his taxi, although he did
wonder why she had not taken a limousine and why she was going to
such a middle-class neighborhood. From what he had read about the
Connorses, they hung out with the high society in Pleasureville.
He watched the beautiful young woman as she walked away from
him down the sidewalk. He tried to memorize everything about her
so that he could tell his wife and kids when he got home. He had
seen the future mayor's wife.
The front door of Dan's apartment building was just slightly
ajar, and Ruth stood there for what seemed an eternity before she
entered. It had been a marvelous weekend the four of them had had
together, but now it was Monday again and time for her rendezvous
with Dan. She hoped he was going to continue the game they had
started last week. She had really enjoyed that one.
She entered the building and knocked at Dan's door with an
anticipation that made her even more anxious to find out what was
going to happen. She knocked again louder, as if to calm the
suspense.
Dan came to the door, opening it and looking at her with a
deceptively mild-mannered smile. Ruth entered as Dan Michaels
ushered her inside. She stood uncertainly by the door with her
arms hanging loosely at her sides. She wasn't quite sure what Dan
had planned and she wanted him to be the first to act. He hadn't
said a word to her as yet and so she continued to stand there by
the door, waiting.
"Please sit down, Mrs. Connors," he said. "Won't you have
something. It's almost tea time ..."
"No ... I only came for the tapes," she said almost with
relish that he was continuing the same game. "You promised ..."
"Oh, yes ... the tapes ... But Mrs. Connors, I'm
disappointed. I was sure you would want to hear the rest of
them."
Ruth almost smiled at the enjoyment plastered all over Dan's
face. He was really proud of himself for this one, and she was
proud of him too. It was understood between them that if anything
happened on the weekend between the two of them, that they would
forget about it during their weekly visit--it was better, fuck-
wise.
Dan helped her out of her coat.
"Now, if you'll sit down ... I'm sure you'd like a little
drink at least!" He was already on his way to the kitchen, where
Ruth knew he kept the liquor. She did not protest. She would
enjoy a drink now to help her get in the mood for things. She sat
down on the sofa and tried to keep calm.
When Dan returned with the liquor bottle, Ruth felt very
light-headed as she said, "I am prepared to do anything you want
to get the tapes and your word that you will not show them to my
husband!"
Dan stopped in the middle of the room and appeared startled.
Then his face broke into a smile in which only the traces of his
real thoughts could be seen. He was really getting into the part.
He moved forward again, his tall form slight but muscular. He
offered Ruth the glass of liquor and set the small serving tray
down.
"In that case," he said, "we should adjourn immediately to
the bedroom!"
"The bedroom?" Ruth inquired. "You mean in there ...?" She
pointed toward the bedroom where the tape recorder was and where
they had had such fun last Monday.
"Yes."
Ruth hesitantly followed Dan Michaels who walked eagerly
ahead of her. When Dan turned to make sure she was following, he
smiled approvingly and said, "I'm glad you're bringing your drink
... we may be some time in here!"
A tingle went through Ruth's cunt. She was thinking all
sorts of wild thoughts. If all he wanted to do was fuck her, that
would be fine. But that's what they always did, and she was kind
of hoping for something a little different, something she had
never done before.
Dan pushed her forward into the bedroom and closed the door
behind them.
"Don't be afraid. Nothing I do will hurt you."
Ruth stumbled backward away from him.
"I'm so glad you decided to listen to the tapes with me," Dan
continued. "A young woman of your intelligence, of your
background, will enjoy the sounds of high class passion. Surely
my little needs will be very easy for you to meet."
"What are you talking about!" Ruth screamed, looking
frantically around her and trying to make the sex game seem as
realistic as possible.
"I'm talking about you and me, Mrs. Connors. We hit it off
rather well last week. In memory of that time, I have a little
program planned. I've been planning it all week long, and I know
you won't want to disappoint me by not participating."
"The tapes, you'll give them back to me. You'll promise?"
Once again Ruth tried to get into the mood of the game and
say what she felt Dan wanted her to say. She would ruin it for
both of them if she didn't.
"Oh, of course! All yours!" Dan flicked a button on the
side of the wall, and suddenly the room was filled by the sounds
of the tapes. Ruth's own voice entreated Dan to fuck her harder
and harder. Sounds of her lover's cock fucking into her own fur-
rimmed pussy were magnified a thousand times in the small room.
She put her hands over her ears and turned away from Dan, but it
did not stop the sound.
She was about to turn back toward Dan and tell him just how
disgusting she thought the tapes were, when she felt his arms
entwining around her waist. She pretended to fight and scream,
but he carried her kicking all the way over to the bed, where he
threw her down on the mattress.
"Would you like to undress or shall I do it for you?" Dan
asked politely. "Don't worry. I will give you a chance to hear
all of the tapes before you leave."
Ruth looked at the man in front of her. She could see by the
look in his eyes that he was really enjoying himself, and she
vowed she would try to keep up the fantasy for him
"No!" she cried, defiantly. "I'll do it myself!"
She began to disrobe hurriedly, taking off her cap first and
letting her gleaming auburn hair cascade to her shoulders. Her
dress came off with a sharp down-pull on the back zipper. She
pulled her slip up over her head and stood before Dan Michaels in
her panties and the pale pink bra that she had decided to wear
that day.
"Oh, lovely, lovely!" Dan said, applauding her soundlessly.
The lewd tape continued to spew its obscene sounds throughout the
room, and Ruth trembled with arousal.
"You don't mind if I do the rest, do you? I would rather
like that, I think."
Dan moved toward her and she struggled with herself to remain
level-headed. She shut her eyes tightly, and she felt his hands
gently pushing against her inner thighs, his fleshy palms slowly
pulling her knees apart and sliding hotly up the inner softness of
her thighs. She jerked involuntarily as they skittered across the
sensitive tanned surface of her nakedly exposed flesh to her pink
silk panties. Dan's breath was coming in heavy puffs as his
fingers made light contact with the thin silken crotch band up
between her full soft, thighs.
She groaned helplessly as his fingers rummaged on the outside
of the flimsy panties, pushing the softness of the thin material
into the hotly quivering slit of her cunt. She shrank away
indignantly, but he continued to play teasingly, his fingers
pulling gently at the soft coppery pussy hairs that protruded from
the tight elastic leg bands.
His middle finger slipped suddenly under the narrow elastic
leg band and flicked lewdly at the wet, red opening of her pussy,
bringing a groan from Ruth. She could feel his eyes feasting
hungrily on her pinkly glistening cunt flesh up between her legs.
"I'll just take them off, now!" Dan declared, and she shut
her eyes again, in an agony of arousal, feeling the smooth silk
drawing slowly over her voluptuously curved hips and thighs and
exposing the whole of her soft, copper-haired pussy.
"Just as beautiful as I remembered!" Dan sighed, pulling the
flimsy silken panties all the way off and staring longingly at the
red, hair-covered vee of Ruth's trembling cunt.
Dan stood back, and then he knelt on the mattress near to
where Ruth lay, still clad in her pale pink bra. Dan reached
behind her and easily unfastened the clasp of the pink bra,
releasing her huge, whitely billowing tits to his hungering eyes.
His fingers ran lightly over their pulsing brown tips, and he
chuckled to himself as she pulled away.
"Please, let me alone ... let me alone! I'll do anything you
want but this, please, anything!"
"Oh please, Mrs. Connors," Dan said in a mocking, polite
tone. "Don't worry, no harm will come to you. Just relax. If
I'm not mistaken, you'll enjoy this."
Ruth suddenly knew that Dan had outdone himself this time and
had found something that would really please her.
"My drink," the harassed redhead yelled desperately. "Give
me another drink!"
"As you like, Mrs. Connors." Dan turned and left the room,
and while he was gone Ruth listened to the lewd sounds of her and
Dan fucking. When had he recorded that? She couldn't remember,
but it didn't matter because soon Dan would come back and they
would have some fun, fun, fun!
For a moment, just before Dan returned, it passed through
Ruth's mind to wonder why she needed to play these games with Dan.
She'd always liked to act her fantasies out ever since she had
been a little girl, and her acting with Dan sent her spiraling
toward unreachable heights. She needed the kicks their games gave
her, very simply.
When Dan returned with the bottle of liquor, he poured some
into the glass she'd left by the stereo and took it to her.
Thirstily, she drank it down as he held it to her parched lips.
"MORE!" she said, and he filled it and again held it to her
lips while she drank. She felt the dizzying effects of the strong
liquor spreading throughout her system, making her pussy hot and
ready for the novel experience she knew was coming.
"You can let me go, Dan ..." she said in a cajoling voice.
"That will come later, Mrs. Connors," Dan declared. "First I
have a little something you might like to try out. I've
constructed a little something in your honor," he said, going over
to a drawer in the desk and taking out a large object that Ruth
could not identify through her somewhat drunken daze.
"Wh ... what is it?" she asked, peering through the haze, but
still not managing to clear her eyes or her dully throbbing head.
"It's a dildo! A huge dildo ... which I got just for you!"
Ruth was in a fog of arousal. She had never seen anything so
lewd or wicked as the monstrous rubber cock and her pussy caught
on fire at the sight of the obscene object. She closed her eyes
in an agony of lust and felt him move closer to her and climb up
on the bed between her widespread legs, and then something thick
touched between the exposed lips of her hotly throbbing cunt,
pressing inside and parting the red pussy hairs.
"Oh!" Ruth jumped, her eyes jerking open and staring wildly
down at Dan. He was pushing the fake prick into the wetly parted
split of her cunt. She could see the object well now, and to her
amazement it looked just like an outlandish living cock. At the
base there were two hanging objects that were meant to signify
balls, and the whole thing appeared to be made from some kind of
rubber.
As she lay there nakedly splayed, Dan parting her thighs
still wider, and moving the thick tip with insane persistence
within the hungry opening of her red-lined pussy, she cried: "Oh
please, please stop, please stop! I can't stand it! I ...
can't!" She cried louder still. It felt lewder than anything she
might have imagined--a teasing artificial cock playing at the
tender parts of her cock-greedy cunt, working its way up the full
length of her hotly palpitating slit to her tiny, throbbing clit
and running against it maddeningly until, with a sudden groan,
Ruth felt the sensitive little bud involuntarily jerking into
hardness. She could hear Dan breathing heavily above the sounds
of the mind-bending cums of their own voices on the all-pervasive
tape recording.
He worked the lewd rubber object up slowly over the mound of
her hair-covered pussy and across the flat golden plane of her
trembling belly, pausing for a moment as he held it by the base,
pushing the thick cleft head of the fake cock up along the sides
of her rib cage, playing tantalizingly with the soft, tender area
under her uplifted arms.
"Almost like a little pussy there ..." Dan murmured.
Ruth felt like she was going to go crazy as she felt the
wonderfully soft yet hard consistency of the obscene fake prick
moving over her nakedly heated flesh. She was relieved when it
moved from under her arms where it had prodded first one armpit
and then the other, running next over her sensuously throbbing
tits where it began to rub against the turgid nipples, bringing
them to a pulsing sensitivity. Her body began a slow, helpless
writhing of uncontrolled sensation. Small rivulets of sweat began
to drip from her forehead, wetting the slick shape of the dildo
before her. Her huge, billowing tits throbbed up into full, firm
roundness and the peaks tweaked up hungrily as the obscenely
rubbing dildo made small circles of tingling pleasure around the
brown areolas. As the maddening instrument began its downward
journey again, she found to her fascination that her body was
reaching to absorb its caresses. It dwelled long again on the
soft, flat area of her nakedly bared belly, massaging there and in
the flexing hollows of her inner thighs, again causing a slow,
uncontrollable undulation of her hips and causing her torso to do
a strange little shuffling dance upon the soft mattress of Dan's
bed. She drew the hotly quivering split of her silken pussy wide
open to the lustfully leering eyes of her lover-tormentor.
With a lewd chuckle, Dan twisted the dildo in his hands and
pushed the end without warning between Ruth's parted thighs and up
against the sensitive, twice-fucked ring of her asshole where it
nestled between her softly rounded cheeks. The tight, rubbery
orifice jerked in surprise, and Ruth tried to screw herself down
against the mattress to escape the cruel probe.
"Aaaaaahhhhh! Please ... I can't stand it. It's driving me
crazy!" she gasped between clenched teeth.
Dan answered with a laugh as she bucked and squirmed against
the worming probe at her clasping asshole. She tried with all her
strength to close her legs, squeezing her asscheeks tightly
together, but there was no relief; it only made the instrument
push harder at her back passage.
"Not today!" she cried out. "Oooohhhh, Dan! Please not
today!"
"You must be getting pretty anxious to be fucked by now, Mrs.
Connors," Dan declared. "Where do you want it first, in the front
or in the back? Or both at once?" Dan asked lewdly, his face a
contorted mask of desire. He felt his own cock throbbing
painfully against his pants, but he intended to have that pleasure
in a minute after he had watched the little performance he had
been planning all week long. He was delighted as Ruth Connors
writhed out of control on the bed, and his eyes swept over the
smooth auburn beauty of her nakedness. Suddenly inspired, he held
the fake cock by the center piece, the handle in the form of
hanging balls, and fitted the tip of the cock at the mouth of
Ruth's soft, curl-rimmed pussyhole.
"AAAAAAAAAAARRRRHHHHHHHH!" Ruth cried out as she felt the
harsh entry of the hard rubber cock in the wet narrowness of her
wide-stretched pussy. She could feel the thick tip, so lifelike
in its construction, pushing upward within her, fucking like a
real cock into the depths of her cunt. The wickedness and
obscenity almost made her faint, and she lay limply. Her legs and
thighs trembled as she felt herself totally stuffed by the obscene
device, and she began to scream wildly.
Dan began to make sharp upward thrusts into the cum-slick
passage, holding firmly to the base of the dildo.
"NNNNNGHHHH!" he grunted as he thrust harder and harder,
sending the speeding hard cock higher and higher up into Ruth's
filled young cunt. Dan was easily able to see the huge fake cock
entering and exiting between the nakedly jiggling flesh of Ruth's
soft full thighs. He grunted with pleasure at each thrust,
watching Ruth and seeing her wild signs of arousal.
Ruth had never in her life felt anything remotely resembling
this incredible ravishment. She was being fucked by the most
enormous prick she'd ever seen, real or fake, and she loved it!
She could feel her clit being pulled downward along with the other
wet tissues of her slippery pussy with each upward thrust of the
thick rubber dildo, into her hungrily devouring cunt. Giant waves
of pleasure vibrated through every fibre of her heavily skewered
body as the fake cock fucked deeper and deeper up into her
unwilling flesh.
"Yes ... do it! Do it! Do it! Do it!" she called to Dan.
The innocent pink and white exterior of Ruth Conners was
nothing but a front. Inside she was a seething mass of raw lust
and desire!
With long, smooth strokes, Dan lunged the full length of the
false prick in a rhythm of debauchery far up into Ruth's nakedly
streaming cunt, while both of them continued to listen to the lewd
sounds of their own fucking of only a few months before.
Her passion had now become a blinding force inside her, and
her helplessly aroused body felt like an eternal flame.
She was furiously squirming her asscheeks and her thickly
penetrated, red-furred pussy toward the lewd invasion of the huge
dildo, in an indecent invitation for the fucking to continue ...
for the pace to be quickened. And Dan, his dark hair flying about
in sweat-glistening strands, was thrusting upward with all his
might, muttering and cajoling and grunting. He was bucking and
screwing the hard rubber cock upward into the nakedly clasping
entrance of the young redhead's pussy.
At last Ruth felt a compelling force inside her respond to
her urgent need. Deep inside her gyrating pussy a spark grew and
doubled itself, reproducing and becoming a wild, hot streak of
lust within her.
She spread her long tanned legs as wide as possible and let
her head lie back, mouth open, eyes rolling back in their sockets.
Dan plowed upward into her with the hard instrument.
"OoooooohhhHHHH!" she cried. "Yessss! I'm cumming, you
bastard! Do it to me! Stick it in me harder! I'll show you!
I'LL SHOW YOU!"
Ruth's flesh was sweat-slickened and shining in the final
convulsive state of her ruthless fucking. She could feel her
yearning pussy kneading and responding to the fake cock rising
inside it--loving it as though it were real--wanting the hardness
of the tightly rammed dildo in her cunt, massaging it with
powerful contractions. Happily she moved sideways, dancing
against the lewd object. Her golden brown titties bobbed and
jiggled, and she was cumming! Her cunt was inundated with waves
of pleasure so harsh that Ruth roared like a lioness, feeling the
smooth friction of the rubber cock fucking into her and fulfilling
her unbidden desire.
"More, more, more, more, more, more!" she screamed as the
mind-bending cums had their way with her tormented young body,
spreading soothing pleasure to every tiny crevice. To her
surprise, she suddenly felt a stream of wetness filling her
hungrily devouring pussy. Dan was squeezing the "balls" of the
fake cock, and a jet of creamy milk spread high up into her
already drenched cunt. The unexpected splash of wetness caused
Ruth to feel another pussy-wrenching cum starting, and she gasped
for breath as it struck, her entire naked body trembling with lust
and flashing hot waves of pink.
"Aaaaahhhhhhhghghhhhhhh!"
Chapter 9
Later that week, Ruth Conners gazed silently across the
dinner table at Harry Perkins, the most beloved mayor in
Pleasureville's history. He had retired from office in 1965, but
the memory of his successful years in office still lived after
him, and his opinion was still regarded highly. That was why he
was at the Conners's house for dinner; they wanted his support in
John's bid for mayor. It would mean that John would have the
election in the bag.
Tonight was the night they were going to try to win his
favor. The whole thing had been planned very carefully. She and
John and Harry Perkins would dine at their house. The dinner
would be excellent, but light enough not to make the guest tired,
and just before dessert, John would be called away unexpectedly,
and she and Harry Perkins would be left alone. It was her job
from then on to see that Harry would promise his support to John.
She didn't think it would be very hard, and she was looking
forward to it, like she had looked forward to winning the support
of Andrew Blaine.
"The meal was lovely, Ruth. It's just a shame your husband
couldn't be here to finish it was us," Harry Perkins said, smiling
warmly. "Now, why don't you let me help you clear the table
before coffee?"
"Sounds fine."
They both cleared the table, and Harry Perkins waited in the
kitchen, while Ruth made the coffee. He insisted that he carry
the tray into the other room for her.
Sensitively conscious of his eyes on her sensuously curved
body, Ruth walked from the kitchen into the comfortable living
room, took a seat on the couch, and waited for him to come in so
she could start the seduction. She sighed, glancing down at the
voluptuous swells of her hugely billowing titties, her deep
cleavage revealed by the low-necked blouse she'd worn for the
dinner with the ex-mayor. Then she glanced up as he came in,
bearing a tray with a coffee pot, two cups, and a bottle of
brandy.
"I thought this might flavor the coffee," he said.
"Oh good," Ruth answered. "I'm sorry I forgot. John usually
takes care of the after dinner liquers." She looked up at him
innocently, letting him think that it really was his idea for the
brandy, even though she had placed the bottle on the counter
purposely.
Harry Perkins placed the tray on the coffee table before the
couch, poured the two cups of coffee and splashed a generous
portion of brandy into each. Then he sat down beside Ruth on the
couch and they both sipped their coffees in silence. But the
mayor-to-be's wife could feel the ex-mayor's eyes on her body and
hear his slightly nervous breathing, and she knew well enough what
was going to happen next.
"Does your husband know how lucky he is?" he finally said.
"I mean having a little wife as pretty and sweet as you are,
waiting at home for him?" He paused as Ruth turned to smile
sweetly at him, then after a moment continued, "I envy him. I
didn't realize how much my wife meant to me until she died last
year. It's been very lonely."
Ruth didn't answer. She took another sip of the spiked
coffee, feeling the effects of the brandy rush through her system.
"I'm not quite certain what you meant tonight at the dinner
table, when you said you wanted to try and convince me to support
your husband," Harry Perkins added after a moment.
Ruth placed her cup down on the table, turning slowly to face
the handsome ex-mayor, hesitating but an instant before she spoke.
"I think I probably meant exactly what you thought!"
Harry Perkins raised his eyebrows. Ruth could see the
excitement in his eyes as he took another sip of his coffee as he
considered the implications of what she had just said, then placed
his cup beside hers on the table. She caught her breath
expectantly as he leaned slowly toward her.
Ruth stopped him as his lips were just inches away from hers.
"No. Let's go into the bedroom. John doesn't mind, but he does
like me to be discreet."
Still hardly able to believe what she'd said, Harry Perkins
downed the rest of his coffee and rose to follow the sensuous
young wife into the bedroom. She caught a glimpse of her
reflection in the full length mirror on the closet door as she
turned to face him, and she knew that she looked hot enough to
fuck, and that was going to make the older man wild to do just
that. She didn't particularly want to be fucked by Harry Perkins.
He was a nice old man, but she wasn't attracted to him in a
physical sense. But her husband needed his support, and her cunt
needed a man's cock, and she was going to see that they both got
what they wanted.
"I feel ... I feel like I should say something," Harry
Perkins began.
Ruth shook her head. "No. Don't say anything." Then with a
slow, sensuous movement she reached up and began to slowly
unbutton her blouse.
Ruth watched the ex-mayor's eyes bulge with excitement as she
hunched her shoulders forward to slip the blouse off, then toss it
carelessly over onto the back of the chair at the dresser. She
hesitated a moment, her eyes downcast to the inviting swells of
her huge, whitely billowing tits, pushed up high and close
together by the tight, well-fitting bra she wore.
"Aren't you going to get undressed, too?" Ruth asked after a
moment, in a sultry voice.
"Yeah, sure," Harry Perkins said hesitantly, slowly starting
to undo his tie.
The wantonly excited wife watched him through narrowed eyes
as she reached up behind her back to undo the hooks of her bra.
She knew that by taking the initiative herself she had put Harry
Perkins in the position he preferred to be in. In a sense, it was
she who was the aggressor now and was, therefore, taking the blame
from his shoulders, though there was no blame if all the partners
agreed. She had really enjoyed her husband's bid for the mayor's
chair. It gave her a real kick, having screwed all or most of the
most influential men in town, not to mention how it had increased
her husband's chances for being elected.
Yes, she thought, as she watched Harry Perkins struggle with
his shirt buttons, she loved politics.
With a gentle shrug of her shoulders, Ruth let the bra straps
slip down her arms, and the cups fell away to suddenly reveal the
softly trembling mounds of her huge titties, standing up full and
proud without the need of artificial support. The contact with
the air caused her pink nipples to swell instantly to a tingling,
sensuous rigidity.
"God! God, Ruth, your tits are beautiful!"
Ruth watched Harry Perkins finish unbuttoning his shirt, then
shifted her gaze to her own reflection in the mirror. Her face
was slightly flushed from a combination of the effects of the
brandy and her own rapidly building excitement, and her heavy,
hoarse breathing was signaled by the vivid rise and fall of her
nakedly exposed tits.
Then, Ruth dropped her hand down to loosen the zipper at the
side of her skirt and, with a slight wriggling motion, slipped it
easily down off the smoothly curving cheeks of her ass and stepped
quickly out of it to leave herself clad in nothing but her thin
silk panties. Ruth gazed at herself in the mirror for a moment
longer, then she turned slowly back to face the ex-mayor, who was
now clad in only his trousers, shoes, and socks.
"I want to take your panties off myself," the older man said
in a trembling voice.
Ruth moistened her lips, her eyes glossed over as she waited,
watching the older man with an expression of lewdly wanton
invitation. He was handsome enough, and the absence of his shirt
revealed a torso more muscular that Ruth had expected for his age.
She realized she was rapidly losing her sense of detachment; her
whole body was on fire with the need to be fucked in her cunt by
Harry Perkins's heavily pulsing cock. She was going to get the
ex-mayor's support for her husband regardless of what she had to
do to get it. Then her skimpily clad body trembled as Harry
Perkins extended one of his hands cautiously toward her, his
finger coming into sudden titillating contact with the rigid
little bud of one of her naked nipples, causing a shiver of lewd
delight to dart obscenely down her spine. She cast her gaze
downward, watching with rising anticipation as the big man gently
caressed the hard-swollen nipple-buds, then cupped his hand full
over her sensuously throbbing tit, his fingers kneading softly
against the vibrant softness. Then he urged her to turn as he
guided her gently toward the bed.
Ruth's whole body trembled with rapidly building lust. She
reclined slightly onto her back on top of the bedspread. Harry
Perkins stood at the foot of the bed, gazing down with unmasked
desire at the softly inviting curves of her almost completely
naked body. The thin panties she wore were almost transparent,
affording him a shadowy view of her softly curling pussy hairs
through the silken material.
He bent down, extending his hands downward to caress one of
her smooth thighs below her panty line.
A shiver darted hotly up Ruth's body as he moved his hand
slowly up the sensitive inner softness of her upper leg, with
nothing protecting her full voluptuous body but the flimsy silken
panties. Ruth's naked vulnerability served only to heighten the
lust raging through her hotly quivering cunt and tits as she lay
in prone surrender before the ex-mayor's gaze, and she waited
impatiently as he hesitated, relishing the sight of her near naked
body. Then he stepped a few inches closer to the bed, until his
knees were pressed against the foot of it, wetting his lips as he
bent lower over her wantonly trembling form.
A soft spontaneous moan rose in Ruth's throat as the older
man's hand came back to rest on the sensitive white softness of
her thighs. He stroked teasingly up the inside of one of her
thighs along the tautly straining tendon, his finger slipping
inside the tight panty leg band to brush teasingly through the
thin curls of softly curling pussy hair and find sudden, lewdly
arousing contact with the forbidden little slit of her hotly
pulsing cunt. She arched her hips slightly, stretching her
lustfully excited body and raising her arms above her head to arch
and part her tits in an even riper invitation as she felt the ex-
mayor's finger inside her panties work slowly up and down her
already obscenely wettened pussylips. Now her breath was coming
in heavy, strained gasps, and the maddening titillation of his
fingers playing lewdly upon her pantycovered pussy was almost more
than the desire-wracked wife could bear.
"Please," she gasped. "Take my panties off ... take my
panties off and finish getting undressed and get in bed with me!"
Harry Perkins grinned, working the crotch band of her panties
completely aside to expose the entire length of Ruth's redly
furred pussy to his hungrily leering gaze. Then she closed her
eyes, rolling her head gently from side to side as he began to
stroke gently back and forth on the already hotly pulsing little
bud of her clit. During the last few moments, he had taken the
initiative from her, and his refusal to remove her panties and
finish getting himself undressed signaled his own building
confidence. But now Ruth no longer cared who held the initiative.
She just had to get fucked, and she had to get fucked now!
For a few minutes more, Harry Perkins persisted in his
obscene torment, the workings of his finger upon the hard little
nub of her wetly slickened clit and the hotly throbbing slit of
her pussy almost driving Ruth out of her mind.
Then a low sigh escaped her as he withdrew his hand from
inside the tight leg band of her panties and began to draw them
slowly down off the rounded moons of her wantonly wriggling
asscheeks and the soft red hair nestled so invitingly between her
parted thighs. She groaned, arching her ass high up off the
mattress to assist him, her eyes still tightly closed, her lovely
face now a contorted mask of unbridled animal lust.
At last Harry Perkins worked the panties off her ankles and
pitched them aside, and Ruth waited anxiously, her thighs spread
wide to completely reveal the intriguing nakedness of her soft,
curl-rimmed pussy as he quickly got out of his shoes and trousers.
A moan of anticipation rose in Ruth's throat as she opened
her eyes again to find herself confronted with Harry Perkins's
heavily throbbing cock. It was only slightly larger than her
husband's, but that didn't matter, nothing mattered but to have
the thickly pulsing cock fucking up inside her, finally satiating
her unquenchable cunt! As Harry Perkins hesitated, she extended
her arms pleadingly upward to him in shameless, desperate
invitation for him to fuck her now. Then she closed her eyes
again, feeling the bed sag with his weight as the incredulous ex-
mayor climbed up onto it, his knees planted between her lewdly
widespread thighs, his body reclining slowly forward above hers.
Ruth tensed as she felt his tongue flick teasingly from his
mouth to swipe softly over one of the hard, swollen nipples of her
ecstatically trembling tits, causing the tingling little buds to
rise to even greater rigidity from the lewdly tantalizing caress.
She whimpered distantly, arching her hips up in obscene invitation
for his cock, and letting a low, strained groan escape
spontaneously from her throat as he dropped down between her
widespread thighs and inserted the heavily throbbing head of his
cock right up between the soft, hair-tipped lips of her cunt.
"Oh, yes," she moaned, shivering in anticipation as he held
himself poised above her, his tongue still swiping tenderly at the
sensitive, tingling bud of her nipples. "Oh yes ... please ...
fuck me. Come on and fuck me!"
Propping himself on one elbow above Ruth's desperately
writhing body, Harry Perkins reached down with his other hand to
seize his thickly throbbing cock, bending it downward and working
it slowly up along the length of her wet, slippery pussylips until
it prodded suddenly right up against the rigidly heated little bud
of her clit.
"Oh!" Ruth cried, jerking her hips in frenzy and uncontrolled
delight from the lewdly chilling contact.
"Oh! Ooohhh!"
The ex-mayor continued to work the head of his thickly
pulsing cock slowly up and down Ruth's softly yielding cuntlips,
feeling them gradually begin to part and moisten with each
deliberate teasing stroke of his huge cock along her throbbing
pussy slit.
He closed his lips wetly down over one of the upthrust little
tips of her nipples, sucking and biting gently, causing her whole
body to jerk nakedly from the sheer raw sensation. Then, he
straightened his neck, dropping his chest heavily down on her
whitely trembling titties and covering her mouth hotly with his
own, his tongue snaking eagerly into the clutching heat and
wetness of her lips as he continued to tease her with the stroking
of his cock along her sensitively quivering cunthole and her
pulsating clit. Then she arched her hips up higher in a sudden
jerking motion and spread her quaking thighs even wider apart as
he shoved his own asscheeks slowly forward.
Ruth gave out with a sharp little cry, her whole naked body
shuddering from pleasure as the soft, tender lips of her pussy
gave way to let just the throbbing tip of Harry Perkins's juice-
slickened cock slip up inside. The sheer sensation of it was
almost more than she could stand.
Now Harry Perkins's cock seemed absolutely enormous, and he
still hadn't penetrated nearly all the way into her lewdly
clenching cunthole, but at this moment even the threat of pain
didn't diminish her desperate need. She had to have his cock
fucking all the way in her, fucking all the way up inside her
pussy. She had to be fucked, had to have her raging lust
quenched, now!
"Yes," Ruth moaned, again lolling her head from side to side
to whip her flowing red hair softly back and forth over the tender
smoothness of her naked shoulders. "Yes, Harry. Come on--fuck it
all the way inside me!"
The ex-mayor held himself poised for a moment longer, raising
his head to gaze down in obscene triumph at Ruth's pleading face.
She trembled beneath him, hardly able to bear her lewd
anticipation as she felt just the rubbery tip of his heavily
pulsing cock stroking the wetly sucking lips of her hungry pussy.
Then, suddenly, she shoved her hips eagerly upward, a low groan
rising in her throat as Harry Perkins's huge cock soared deeper up
into her redly-furred pussyhole.
Almost at the same time he thrust forward, pushing
relentlessly against the slight resistance until the hot, juicy
walls of Ruth's clinging cunt gave way and his heavily throbbing
cock surged and burrowed slowly deeper and deeper into her
quivering body. She sagged down onto the mattress and he dropped
his full weight heavily on top of her trembling nakedness. With a
final lunge of his hips he fucked his thickly pulsing prick to the
hilt in the lust-crazed redhead's pussy, skewering her completely
until she felt his cumladen balls slap softly down into the crack
of her asscheeks and against the nakedly puckered hole of her ass.
For a moment Ruth could not even move. She had not felt so
filled, so obscenely violated in a long time, and her impaled body
twitched in a lewd mingling of lustful ecstasy and pain from the
shocking raw sensation of having Harry Perkins's massively
throbbing cock finally fucking all the way up inside her wet cunt.
Then, her whole body jerked, and she lunged her hips upward
violently, her hands coming down to wrap around his body to hold
him to her as she began to writhe and undulate wildly beneath him
on the bed.
Little insane ripples of pleasure tingled over every inch of
the redhead's naked flesh as the ex-mayor began to fuck in and out
of her pussy in smooth, powerful thrusts, gradually increasing the
strength and force of his strokes, penetrating deeper and deeper
up into her obscenely impaled cunt. Her body jerked in a
spontaneous shudder from each lewd stabbing fuck, low hisses
welling in her throat from the devastating erotic sensations.
Her body was beginning to respond of its own accord now, her
soft, whitely trembling asscheeks jerking in wildly undulant
motions in response to the older man's rhythmic thrusts as again
he craned his neck, snuggling his face into her huge tits to flick
his tongue wetly over the hard, pointed little buds of her
agitated nipples.
"Oh yes," she moaned. "Oh yes, yes! Harder! Fuck me harder
... Ooooohhh!"
Ruth moved her hands forcibly up and down the ex-mayor's
muscular back, seizing his nakedly clenching asscheeks to guide
his hard, racking thrusts. Her inhibitions were really beginning
to break down now. She was moaning and crying, pleading for more
and more, writhing in total wanton delirium. Her teeth were
gritted, her lips bared over them, and her eyes were open and
bright with her fiery voracious lust. She was obsessed, tossing
and churning more savagely each instant as her heatedly responding
body really began to come to life and the maddening electric
excitement that had origins deep in her cock-filled pussy flowered
relentlessly out over every inch of her fire-heated flesh.
"Oh, fuck me, fuck me," she gasped, the sound of her own
voice uttering the vilest word in the English language only
heightening her perverse enjoyment of the wanton ravishment
Pleasureville's beloved ex-mayor was inflicting on her willing
body.
Ruth continued to plead and moan in his ear, mixing
unintelligible whimpers with every vile and filthy word she could
think of. She arched her asscheeks higher and higher off the bed,
bucking and tossing her demonically possessed body wildly. She
was already getting close to the shattering point!
The little shudders darting through her salaciously writhing
body came more and more frequently, and reality was fast fading in
the relentless onslaught of primitive lustful passion. She was
already nearing a mind-blowing cum, signaled by the tempestuous
shuddering sensation that consumed her, yet the climax still
eluded her, and she knew Harry Perkins was beginning to lose
control. He was breathing louder by the second, his shattering
thrusts into the hotly clasping softness of her cunt increasing
rhythmically in intensity. His hands searched hungrily over the
firm, voluptuous nakedness of her hotly trembling young body, his
cock throbbing and twitching hotly up inside her hungrily gripping
cunt, and she knew he couldn't hold out too much longer!
"Oh please, please," Ruth moaned in desperation. "Please ...
don't stop now!"
She showered wet kisses on Perkins's face, tightening the
tender muscles of her cunt in a glovelike clasp around his deeply
fucking cock, alternating the wild gyrations of her clenching
asscheeks and causing the lewdly screwing cock to skewer her at
new and different angles, even more excitingly probing the
sensitive inner recesses of her fiery cunt. She was so close ...
she was so close she could almost feel it beginning, and she
thought she would lose her mind if she didn't attain the
satisfaction her depraved pussy so desperately desired.
As the ex-mayor further intensified the power of his
shattering thrusts, Ruth scissored her legs open and closed them
about his pounding hips, moaning in wanton abandon while she felt
the waves of steadily welling passion begin to build far up inside
the depths of her cunt. She jackknifed her legs high above his
back, then drummed her heels rapidly on his squirming asscheeks.
Then suddenly Harry Perkins's body stiffened above Ruth, his
cock seeming to grow even larger as he flexed it deep inside her
tightly gripping cunt, and Ruth opened her eyes, staring up in
horror at the unavoidable realization that she wouldn't cum in
time! Harry Perkins was going to cum inside her now--right now!
She could feel it, exuding like an electric current from his body,
and she knew he'd passed the point of no return. He wouldn't be
able to stop himself from cumming even if he tried. And she still
wasn't quite ready!
"No, Harry! No, please!" she gasped. "Don't cum yet. Just
a little longer ... oooohhh!"
But from the look on the ex-mayor's face, Ruth knew that her
pleadings were in vain. He stared down at her sheepishly, his
forehead shining with a thin coating of perspiration as he
struggled futilely to regain his control.
"Try," he gasped at her at last. "Try to cum with me! Ruth,
try to cum with me!"
As he resumed his lunging staccato thrusts, Ruth sobbed and
moaned in frustration, straining and writhing her naked, pleading
body, hunching her loins upward in a desperate frenzy. But she
knew it was hopeless. If nothing else, her own panic had stemmed
the tide of passion in her own loins. She'd had a momentary
break, a momentary snap back to reality, and that had been enough
to stop her.
A moment later the lust-crazed redhead felt the first warm
droplets of cum start to spurt deep into her reluctantly receptive
loins, the mighty series of shattering strokes serving only to
further intensify her longing and increase her bitter frustration.
And though she'd already given up, she continued to pitch and toss
frenziedly beneath the ex-mayor even as the height of his cum
passed and he pumped the last few droplets up into her
spasmodically gyrating pussy, and started to sag down on top of
her, his sated cock gradually deflating within her still clinging
pussy walls.
Then at last, with a sigh of disappointment, Ruth let her own
body go limp on the mattress, little spasms of frustration
continuing to dart at intervals through her cock-hungry cunt.
"I'm sorry, Ruth," the ex-mayor gasped, nuzzling his cheek
against hers. "I'm sorry. You just excited me too much. I
couldn't hold it back!"
"Oh darling, don't worry. I understand," she said, trying to
sound sincere. She even was, in a way, because she knew that her
John would be coming home as soon as Harry Perkins left, and she
would get her cunt fucked good and hard then. Right now, however,
she had to make sure that Harry Perkins felt guilty enough or
pleased enough to be swayed in her husband's direction. She
didn't have to wait long for the answer to that question as it
turned out, for half an hour later, as Harry Perkins was leaving,
he turned to her.
"I think that any man who can keep a woman like you happy
must be one hell of a guy, and my vote goes to him. And so does
my public, and private, support." He winked knowingly and left.
She couldn't wait for John to come home so that she could
give him the good news, and so he could give her something too!
Chapter 10
After Harry Perkins left, her pussy still tingling from his
penetration, Ruth Connors waited half an hour for her husband to
come, and finally, realizing that he would find his way home in
his own good time, she decided to at least take a shower and get
ready for bed. That way she would be good and ready for any
activities he wanted to perform later.
Ruth stood under the shower for a long time, her sensually
awakened body tingling from the needle sharp spray of hot water.
Blotting her white nakedness with a huge fluffy towel, she thought
about the way she would tell her husband the good news.
Dropping the towel she looked at her nakedly gleaming flesh
in the bathroom mirror, at her huge, white billowing tits, the
small indented waist and slow, sensuous curve of hip and thigh,
all of it a vessel for the cocks of the men she loved. Even the
sight of her own maturely ripened body could arouse her now with
her pussy only half-fucked! Tentatively, she reached out a hand
to hold her huge tit, feeling the answering twinge all the way
down to her auburn-fringed pussy slit. Oh God! She wished John
would hurry and come home. Come home and rid her of this terrible
need to be fucked. With a little cry of frustration, Ruth whirled
and threw on a thick floor-length robe to cover her hotly aroused
nakedness.
She went into the living room and over to the bar where she
took out a full bottle of scotch and a glass, and took them over
to the couch. Curling up on the well-stuffed sofa, Ruth opened a
book and began sipping the drink from the glass.
The door chimes echoed throughout the big old house, sending
her reverie flying. It was probably her husband returning home.
He forgot his keys more often than not, and she was getting used
to letting him into the house, but just in case it wasn't him, she
pulled her robe higher around her throat and padded slowly across
the carpet and opened the door a cautious crack.
"Yes?" she asked cautiously, not even looking around the
door.
"Come on, Ruth! It's me--John!"
She unhooked the chain and opened the door wide for him to
pass through.
"Hi." His burning eyes swept over her from her bare feet to
her shining hair. He closed the door stealthily.
"You took so long!" Ruth felt her heart almost beating out
of her breast. John was here, now he'd take care of the fire in
her half-fucked pussy.
"From the looks of you, my dear, I'd say that at least part
of the plan for ex-mayor Perkins's bribe worked."
John Connors sat in the middle of the couch, watching his
wife as she came across the room toward him. Her robe, thick as
it was, couldn't hide the wildly exciting curves underneath it.
Ruth was perched precariously on the edge of a chair, poised as if
for flight, one long slender thigh revealed where the robe parted.
The auburn hair swirled slowly around her beautiful face as she
shook her head for no apparent reason at all.
"So tell me what happened," he asked, guessing that all
hadn't gone quite according to plan. She smiled widely, for her
husband's eyes were pouring over her again in a more than familiar
way. She felt an isolated muscle quiver deep up in her belly and
her throat was dry.
"He said that any man that could satisfy me, would satisfy
him."
"You mean--?"
"Yes, he is going to support you in the campaign!" she said
excitedly.
There was a contented silence. Ruth crossed the room and
curled up at one end of the couch, looking at her husband and
enjoying his happiness. He looked so sexy sitting there, his
shirt open at the neck, and his jeans revealed the lines of his
slender but muscular body.
"What are you thinking?" she asked anxious to find out what
was behind the sudden, devilish twinkle that had come into his
eyes.
"I think that maybe Harry Perkins is right," he whispered.
"It has to be one hell of a man who would be able to keep one hell
of a woman like you." His hand came out casually, catching a
strand of her fine auburn hair. He toyed with it playfully.
"Now, tell me what's wrong. Didn't he fuck you enough?" His
hand strayed down to her knee. "Poor dear, the old man's cock
didn't come through for you?" His voice died to a suggestive
whisper as his hand traced the length of her terry cloth covered
thighs. His glowing eyes were inches from hers, boring into her
very soul. They shot into her, into the softly vulnerable places
deep inside her. She could feel the insinuating hand on her
thigh, a warming tingle running through her nerves. She knew
dimly that in a matter of seconds he'd complete the cum she'd
tried so desperately to reach with Harry Perkins, and the thought
flashed joyously over the surface of her skin. She found herself
waiting breathlessly for her husband's next move.
"Well, let me see if I can fix that for you," he said and his
mouth was at her ear, and sliding around her cheek, and capturing
her wetly parted lips in a long fierce kiss. She could feel the
hardness of his lips, the teeth behind them grinding softly into
her softly receptive mouth. His long striking tongue shot out
into the warmth and wetness of her mouth, probing deeply into her,
forcing her head back against the couch. Not enough breath came
through her straining nostrils; she was helplessly drowning in the
wave of pleasure that swept through her like a raging tide.
Her husband's hand moved inside of her robe, catching one
billowing white tit, his fingers digging into the resilient flesh
while his tongue fucked relentlessly into her mouth. He caught a
handful of her hair and tilted her head back while he stripped the
robe from her body. One of her hands went slowly out to the
mayor-to-be's pants, and she smiled as she crawled on her knees
closer to him.
"Take out my prick," he said.
She reached out again, slowly and deliberately. Her
trembling fingers found the tongue of his belt and released it.
Fumbling, she found the zipper, pulling it down to reveal the
visibly pulsing bulge in the front of her husband's white jockey
shorts. She worked his jeans slowly down the long muscular legs.
Kicking off his shoes quickly, John nudged the whole bundle
to the side of the couch, his eyes never leaving his wife's
strangely smiling face kneeling in front of him, his hands still
lightly twisted in the silky auburn hair.
"Skin my shorts down," he continued. He watched as she
reached for his hips, her tanned arms pulling the huge, white,
billowing tits even more upright and upward-thrusting. The young
husband thought he would go mad from the sensations of those
slender fingers pulling the shorts down his hips. His painfully
throbbing cock was already jumping like it had a life of its own,
and he could feel his cum-laden balls growing hard and demanding.
Christ!
Ruth gasped as she stretched the knit jockey shorts downward,
releasing the awesome length of her husband's painfully jerking
cock that bounded out of the cloth jail like an angry charging
monster. Oh God! It was beautiful. Beautiful! She could see
the blue-veined organ poling out just above her face, so stiff and
huge with his virile young desire that it looked as though it
might burst right through the smooth, satiny skin that encased it.
Oh dear God! How she wanted it! She wanted it fucking deep up
inside her cunt--deep up inside.
John Connors looked down at his beautiful red-haired wife
kneeling at his feet like a slave, taking off his shorts. He was
pleased at her look of lust when his huge cock sprang out before
her like a thick pole. She trembled uncontrollably and her tits
quivered as the breath rasped out of her lungs. Her soft, full
mouth quaked and she swallowed, lips trembling as her wetly
pointed tongue snaked out to lick their fearful dryness. John
impatiently kicked the jockey shorts off his feet and jerked his
shirt off like a madman. Softly holding her beautiful face again
by the jaws, he looked down at her adoringly.
"Now ... kiss my cock ... gently ... like you like it!"
Obediently, Ruth opened her wetly glistening lips. Her eyes
looked down the length of her husband's hard muscular body to the
tightly curled black patch of pubic hairs where his heavily
throbbing cock thrust out in obscene majesty. The huge pole hung
above her like a sword, darkened at the head, and pulsing in
anticipation. Oh God ... in her mouth ... yes ... she wanted its
throbbing hotness in her mouth. He liked to be sucked, and she
loved it!
Impatiently, John jerked her head forward, until her softly
petaled lips touched the achingly eager head of his cock. Oh
Christ, yes! The first searing contact of Ruth's wetly ovalled
lips sent an electric charge sparking through the whole length of
his wildly pulsating prick. He groaned in lewd hunger, as he saw
the lushly curved body of his wife kneeling nakedly before him.
His head lowered, so that he could watch the lust-contorted
features of his beautiful wife's face poised there before his
loins, and his brain reeled with the mental image of his thickly
pulsing cock fucking in and out of her tightly ovalled lips. She
was going to suck him. He could already feel the cum juices
beginning to stir restlessly in his balls, and knew it wouldn't be
long before it would come spewing out of his prick like a flow of
white-hot lava.
"Hurry, hurry!" he begged. "Suck it, baby, suck it!"
Suddenly, in obedience, Ruth plunged her head forward, taking
his entire hugely throbbing cock into her throat. John felt the
incredible wet heat of her soft rounded lips close over the
sensitive head of his cock, felt her firebrand tongue obediently
lick circles of liquid fire around and around it, flicking into
the glans opening, drinking up the lubricating fluid oozing there.
His hands tightened in her hair as he thrust his loins forward,
driving the length of his wildly eager cock deep into the soft,
hot folds of her mouth, feeling it slam against the back of her
throat.
"Uuuummmm!" Ruth choked around her young husband's cock.
"Ooooooohhh, yeah, baby!" the ambitious young husband cried
in lust-crazed agreement.
Ruth drew back slightly, so that she was able to taste the
pungent slipperiness of his juices again, twirling her tongue
maddeningly faster around the heavily throbbing head. He watched
her wetly sucking lips hungrily working on his cock, watched her
warm, wet mouth pucker outward and then back in again as she
bobbled up and down over the full length of his thickly pulsating
cock. The sight of his beautiful wife eagerly sucking his prick
increased his arousal, and his loins tensed and began frantically
jerking into her face. All of his cock disappeared with each
forward thrust, so that only a small stretch of it showed whitely
glistening with saliva between her widely ovalled lips.
Her tongue, with a nerve-shattering lick on the outstroke,
was a thing gone wild with lust, making the huge cock-head jerk
and convulse as though it, too, were a thing alive with a mind of
its own. Ruth raveled in the pungent taste and odor of his hotly
pulsating cock in her mouth; it was generating wild shivers of
excitement which raced through her own nakedly aroused flesh. She
was overcome by an eagerness to have him fill her throat with his
lewd cum juices. She cupped her husband's asscheeks and savagely
pulled his loins into her face.
John Connors ran his tongue across his dry lips. He felt a
tremor course through his loins as he watched his young wife clamp
her lips even tighter around his frantically pulsating cock and
begin to suck it rhythmically and hungrily. By God, she was
really getting with it tonight! He groaned raggedly through the
constrictions in his chest and caught her beautiful face harder
between his hands to guide the voraciously sucking lips up farther
over his hugely pulsing cock. He could feel the muscles of her
throat working as she gulped and tried to devour its full length.
Choking and gagging, Ruth reluctantly eased her hungrily
sucking mouth down the thickly pulsing cock that was wet with her
saliva and glistening in the light from the lamp.
"Oh God ... suck it, keep on ... suck it for me again!" she
heard him croak above her. His tensed thighs were quivering as he
crouched and impatiently thrust his prick at her face.
Her head came slowly toward him again, and suddenly her
tongue flicked out, the tip boring teasingly into the glans
opening, causing a thin droplet to flow forth and disappear into
her eagerly lapping mouth. She ran her wetly licking tongue along
the underside of the hugely pulsing cock and left her saliva
shining on his balls. She smiled as she leaned to her task, for
John's virile cock was pulsating wildly, jerking in frenzy with
her lewd movements. She wanted to swallow the whole thing if she
could, for the taste of the thinly seeping liquid in her greedily
working mouth was like nectar.
It was sending wild tremors of forbidden delight coursing
through her. Mewling deep in her throat, she started to suck
voraciously. She wanted her husband's beautiful cock to cum in
her mouth, wanted his hotly scalding juice to gush down her throat
and fill her belly. She wanted to swallow his cum, taste his cum,
suck him dry to the balls!
John suddenly groaned. "Oh, Jesus! Ruth ... baby ... come
here ..." The sight of her slavering face and hotly quivering
tits had become too much for the young husband. He bent and
pulled her to her feet, the air hitting his saliva-slickened cock
and making it feel cold. Almost whining now, the breath rasping
out of his chest in snorts and pants, John pulled his nakedly
trembling wife into the bedroom and onto the bed. Jesus! If she
was going to suck his cock so wildly, then the least he could do
was lick her pussy.
"Suck it again, baby. Suck it while I eat your pussy." He
moaned as he turned upside down and positioned her naked cunt over
his face so that she was on top of him and her mouth once more had
access to his painfully jerking cock. Looking upward, John spread
his wife's long, beautifully tapered thighs over his face, opening
to his view the wetly pink slit of her red-furred cunt. Oh
Christ! It was the most beautiful sight he'd ever seen, the
smooth hot lasers of her pussy opening like flower petals
beckoning him inward into the gates of her soft, curl-rimmed
pussyhole.
With a deep anticipatory grin, John ran his hand over the
whitely trembling cheeks of her ass as he drew her wetly quivering
cunt toward his face. The red pussy hairs were wet and lay in
damp tendrils fringing the cum-slick opening. With one fierce
thrust his tongue fucked full length into the tight little hole
between the hair-fringed cuntlips. He felt the walls of her hotly
pulsing pussy clutch fiercely at his tongue, and she arched and
squealed as she felt the heat of his lewd tongue, fucking.
"AAAAAGGGGHHH ... Ooohhhh Ggoodd!" Ruth heard the scream
tear from her own mouth as John fucked his tongue deeply into the
most secret recess of her body to sear the heated walls of her
pussy with the hotly stabbing flame of his tongue. It was as
though a lightning bolt had hit; her nerves and muscles were
tensed to the breaking point, and still the arching rapture shot
through her!
A smile of triumph flitted across John's almost buried face
as his tongue dug wetly upward into the soft, slippery flesh and
her pussy hairs became a pseudo-beard around his chin. Shit! Oh
Jesus Christ! Her pussy tasted so juicy, with her own juices and
the cum of Harry Perkins. Christ! She was the hottest cunt in
the world. Especially after being only half-fucked by Harry
Perkins. It made her hotter than ever now. Goddamn! Hot as
hell, and twice as sweet!
He was licking at her excitedly pulsing cuntlips now, while
she in turn licked and teased his heavily throbbing prick. His
mind reeled as he felt his thickly throbbing cock flow along the
inner roof of her softly sucking mouth, and a moan began to build
deep, deep within his chest.
The sex-maddened husband breathed hard and blew into her
cunt, the cheeks of her nakedly pumping ass tensing, then relaxing
in front of his face. He pried her spread thighs wider, pushing
his hungry mouth hard up against the slippery, sweet wetness of
her hotly pulsing pussy slit, making her squirm and move in
ecstasy. He drew her over him deeper, so that her soft, red-
rimmed pussy was sunk deep onto his lips and nose. Holding her
tight around the ass, so that she couldn't slip away, he fucked
his thick, hot tongue forward again and again between her wet
fleshy folds. He heard her gasp excitedly and renew her nibbling
on his cock with an almost frenzied motion. She jerked with each
hotly teasing contact, quickly screwing herself down upon him
harder. Her wetly quaking pussyhole contracted, opening and
closing around his tongue like a tight rubber band until he had a
difficult time breathing. His breath exploded into her with tiny,
mewling grunts that muffled themselves into oblivion. Then
spreading her still wider with his palms, he began to curl and
flick his tongue at the expanse of her whitely trembling
asscheeks. He sucked and licked while her hips wantonly lurched,
almost out of control, around his face.
Her rapturously excited cunt flowered open wider, and her
heated pussy juices cascaded down her legs and his chin while he
licked hotly and hungrily all around her frantically pulsating
pussy. He lifted his lashing tongue from the oral fucking he was
giving her warmly slick pussy and moved along to the crinkled
brown circle of her asshole. Rimming the tiny anal ring, his
tongue darted inside the tight hole with stabbing thrusts. Then
he returned, licking her softly throbbing cuntlips, plunging into
the secret valley once again to discover the hotly quivering clit.
Sucking and teasing in unmercifully, his teeth bit tenderly while
his tongue loved the little button of love, and she churned and
writhed above him in the lust-crazed dance of desire.
Jesus! She was almost ready to cum! Already!
Guttural moans came from her cock-filled mouth as her
frantically trembling thighs tightened around his head. He could
feel her hotly clenching cunt slip wetly around his tongue as if
the nibbling, hair-lined pussy mouth was trying to rip his tongue
out by the roots.
The shamelessly aroused wife snaked her heels against his
shoulders, grinding her madly pulsing pussy down into his face as
he licked upward at the quivering hot hollow up between her legs.
The cords of Ruth's muscles stood out like satin cables all along
her madly writhing body as she sucked savagely on his cock with
ever increasing hunger. She was aroused, wildly, crazily,
insanely aroused--and she didn't care.
"Yes," she whispered. "Oh yes," she mouthed around the huge,
pulsating cock in her mouth.
"Yes what, Ruthie?" John asked, panting harshly. "What do
you want me to do?"
"I ... I want you to ... suck me."
"Suck you where, baby? Where? Where?"
"My ... my pussy!" Ruth cried, her eyes closing again, hips
grinding a lewdly sensuous circle down over his face, her head
beginning to flail from side to side with a crazed, abandoned
lust. "My pussy, my pussy! I want you to lick my pussy! Oh,
God! Lick it, lick it!"
"Aaaaggghhh!" Ruth screamed as her husband's hot tongue
fucked into her, harder and harder, as her wildly straining body
reacted with convulsive lurches. Oh God, it felt so good, it felt
goooodd! Sooo goooooddddd!
John continued his wanton tonguing of her wetly trembling
slit as his hands slipped up under her belly to her ecstatically
pulsating tits, cupping and squeezing them almost brutally now
while his mouth and tongue continued the assault on her widespread
cunt. The mad, obscenely eager sucking sounds that seemed to fill
the room with a weird cacophony of sound were soon amplified by
the naked young wife's cries of animal pleasure. Oh God. Oh God.
Oh God! her brain screamed over and over again as her husband
continued to mouth and tongue her hotly dripping pussy. Then,
asscheeks frantically jerking and spasming with the plunging poker
of his tongue, she felt him draw out and lick upward toward the
tiny puckered ring of her asshole.
Ruth sucked in hard on his heavily throbbing cock in a
gulping swallow, moaning in rapture, past all caring about
anything but the insane bliss! She ground her pelvis down at him
as hard as she could when he brought his hotly digging tongue into
a seething wet contact with the forbidden opening, thrusting it
wide to accept his lewd, wet tongue-fucking! Quivering
uncontrollably now with the overpowering oral assault, her
helplessly aroused body was spasming furiously with torrent after
torrent of sensual pleasure that had seized control of it!
John licked and sucked, fucking his tongue into her tightly
puckering little ass, reveling in the abandoned gyrations of her
lust-controlled body, knowing that she was nearing a cunt-
shattering cum. Well, that was fine with him. He would make her
cum with his mouth first as she sucked his cock. Later he'd fuck
her. John began to drive his wetly quivering tongue harder and
harder into the crinkled asshole. Then, abruptly, he drew it out
to return to her now saliva-drenched pussy, pausing for a brief
moment to stare up along the slick, curl-fringed valley between
her thighs. Oh Christ, she was really digging it. She was
wallowing in it, all right. It won't be long now, not long at
all! He lifted his head and resumed his labors once more.
Ruth writhed and squirmed over the insanely delicious licking
until she thought she would surely go mad from the sheer ecstatic
rapture in her cunt and belly. God, she had to cum, had to cum
soon! Her head continued to flail like a broken puppet's as she
sucked and licked hungrily at her virile young husband's cock with
her cum-drenched face and tongue. She felt the gathering billows
of her cum rising and rising, and then--cresting.
Suddenly she stiffened, and John heard her cry aloud.
"Aaaagggghhhh ...! I'm ... going to ... going to ... cum!
Her whole being seemed to explode over him. John could no
longer hold back his own cum. My God! he thought crazily as the
hot rush of cum juice began to burst along its narrow tube, my God
... never ... never been like this. Godddd! Jesus!
"I'm ... I'm cuuuummmiiinnngggg!"
Dimly John knew she was straining up to a wildly exploding
cum as she began to wantonly twist and thrash about, her teeth
biting and nibbling his virile cock like a dog chewing a bone
while he continued to tonguefuck her insanely churning pussy. The
juices of her greedily milking cunt flowed, and she arched her
back, bucking wildly, screaming in rapture, as torrents of
steaming hot cunt juice spread its slippery warmth over his face
and down his cheeks. Suddenly she thrust her open lips even
deeper over his wildly gushing cock, absorbing it to the hilt in
her hungry mouth as the continuing spatters of his molten cum
juices spewed down her throat.
Ruth's head bobbed furiously over his thickly throbbing cock
as she voraciously sucked the hot shooting jets of his juices.
Her mouth was salivating as though his thick white cum was the
very essence of her existence. She felt her husband jerk and
groan beneath her as he fucked his beautiful young cock deeper in
her throat. She clasped her lips in a tight elastic ring around
the wildly jumping cock so as not to lose a single precious drop
and twirled her tongue around the massively throbbing head to make
room for the endless torrent until it seemed his balls were
bottomless wells! His groans of pleasure incited her to greater
effort, and then with one final spewing, his cock began to slowly
deflate in her mouth. She waited a moment, hoping for more, then
lifted her head, causing his rapidly softening shaft to slide
from her cum-smeared lips with a loud, wet, sucking sound. She
turned and smiled as he grinned contentedly in return. A trail of
cum dribbled down her lips and chin, dropping like a thick white
spider web to his belly.
John lay panting, easing back to earth. He reached out
wearily to stroke the silky strands of his wife's auburn hair,
then pulled her around and over him so that she lay stretched out
along the length of his slim young body.
He felt her snuggle closer and then the great delicious
mounds of her warmly throbbing titties were crushing into his
muscular chest. Slowly, gently, his hands smoothed down her back
to cup and squeeze the soft cheeks of her smoothly rounded ass,
pressing her against his still partially hard cock.
His mouth found her ear, tonguing into the smooth-fleshed
little shell. "In a little while, I'm going to fuck you. Fuck
you like you've never been fucked before!"
Her head came up. She stared deeply into the darkened blue
depths of his eyes. "Oh God, yes!" she whispered fiercely. "Fuck
me. Fuck me, please. Fuck me with that beautiful cock; fuck me
crazy!"
Chapter 11
The five people in the Conners's living room were quiet now.
They hadn't been moments before when they had heard the good news:
John Conners was the new mayor of Pleasureville.
Now, John, Ruth, Harry Perkins, and Andrew Blaine sat
together on a large comfortable sofa. Across from them, sitting
on the floor, was Dan Michaels. These were all the men who had
been so important to the campaign. Mellow smiles of satisfaction
creased all of their faces as they opened yet another bottle of
champagne and drank it down.
John's hands moved against his smiling wife's softly rising
tits within the material of her velvet robe, and she began to
croon soft words of endearment to him.
"You won, darling! You won!"
Harry Perkins's fingers were already climbing beneath the
young wife's robe, rising toward the willing hole of her pussy.
In spite of the fact that they were not alone, John couldn't
help feeling the general air of sensuality in the room, and his
cock grew harder by the second. His wife's voluptuously rounded
tits were soft and naked in his fingers and he longed to touch her
cream-white body all over. Yet they couldn't leave the others
just yet. His other hand reached up beneath her tied robe,
tentatively at first, and then boldly.
"I couldn't have done it without all of you," he said.
Harry Perkins, while letting his thick middle finger crease
the thin furrow of Ruth Conners's hotly pulsing young cunt,
murmured to the room in general, "I think both of us will go down
as the greatest mayors in Pleasureville history."
"Oooooooooh!" Ruth couldn't help crooning with delight as she
felt surges of pleasure rising from her softly tingling pussy.
Suddenly Ruth smiled.
"I think this victory calls for a little celebration, don't
you?" She looked at each man with a lewd twinkle in her eye and
they returned her look with excitement.
Harry Perkins removed his hand from her cunt, and John
Conners removed his from her huge tit, and Ruth stood up. She
untied the robe's belt slowly, the four men holding their breaths
as they watched her, because they knew she wore nothing
underneath.
Ruth undid the belt and let it drop to the sides of the robe
and she slowly drew the soft velvet material down over her
shoulders. Suddenly, she let it drop in a puddle at her feet, and
she stood there, the naked voluptuousness of her body gleaming in
the lamplight.
John, sitting on the couch next to where she was standing,
reached out casually to fondle the warm softness of her tit, his
fingers massaging and kneading as thumb and forefinger rolled the
coral nipple back and forth until it was erectly peaked. Her
asscheeks quivered convulsively from the thought of how the
victory would be celebrated in a few minutes. Her eyes skipped
over the four men's faces, and she saw the same thoughts in their
expressions. She sat back down on the couch next to her husband
and Harry Perkins.
"You filthy man," she said to her husband, smiling as his
hand lewdly massaged her hugely billowing tit.
John guffawed. "Only trying to keep up with my little wife!"
John looked over at Harry Perkins, who was sitting beside
Ruth. He was running his hand appreciatively over her huge,
whitely billowing tits, feeling their amazingly soft silkiness.
As he teased a coral-tipped nip to erectness under his thumb and
forefinger, he said, "Christ! You guys ever seen such tits?"
Shivering inwardly, Ruth felt the obscene caresses all the
way to her cunt as Harry's hands raised both nipples to a budded
hardness. Harry bent to suck up the entire areola; his tongue and
the roof of his mouth nursed at her nakedly quivering tit. The
suction became increasingly painful until, suddenly, again that
unexplainable heat flowed out, permeating her titties and racing
through her belly to ignite that terrible and beautiful flame in
her wetly throbbing pussy. She moaned with the horrible pleasure
of it, and then without volition, her hand slipped up to his neck
to pull his graying head in close to her.
Her nakedly flaring hips began almost imperceptibly to
undulate, and the tensed muscles of her thighs relaxed, allowing
them to fall open an inch or two. John saw his opening and his
hand went swiftly out to travel the length of her smoothly firm
inner thigh, caressing, kneading, and teasing before finally
arriving at the sparse red triangle of silken hair. His
outstretched finger trailed lightly into the wetly closed pink
slit, and with a deep groan, the young wife found her thighs
automatically splaying open to his eagerly plundering hand.
Without hesitation his finger dipped into the tight little
pussyhole where a hot viscous wetness coated it as he slid his
fingertips through her openly defenseless slit to the pulsing bud
of her clit.
Dan came bustling across the room carrying five glasses and a
bottle of champagne. John looked up at him and asked irritably,
"What the hell took you so long?"
"Had a little trouble with the bottle." Dan held up a
chilled bottle of champagne, carefully poured, and then handed a
glass to Ruth first.
When they all had their drinks in hand, Andrew Blaine raised
his glass. "A toast ... to our new mayor! May he fuck his way to
the top forever!"
John laughed and drank. Dan, Harry Perkins, Andrew Blaine
and Ruth clinked glasses and grinned.
"Enough of this toasting! Drink down that champagne and
let's get on with the celebration," John said, draining his glass.
Andrew Blaine laughed. "Yeah! On with the celebration!"
Ruth took one last sip of her champagne, and setting the
empty glass on the table, rose from the couch and lay down on the
floor with her legs spread in lewd invitation. The four men threw
off their clothes and gathered around her.
Harry Perkins stepped into place between her thighs, pushing
her legs further apart. She stared hypnotically into the lust-
filled eyes of the ex-mayor.
"Hell, John," Harry Perkins chuckled to John, "if it weren't
your celebration I sure would like to be the first to fuck your
little wife right now. Look at her tight little pussy squirm!"
"Go on, man!" John urged the ex-mayor. "Get her ready for
me. Lick her cunt!"
Harry Perkins gazed down at her smoothly curving thighs that
merged into the tender pink lips of her cunt, his eyes bulging
with lewd desire. Moving his hands under the fully rounded cheeks
of her nakedly trembling ass, he placed his thumbs on either side
of the soft, hair-lined cleft between them and pressed out gently
until he had pulled the puffy lips of her wetly swollen cunt wide
apart. Bringing his face down, he could see the glistening warm
wetness forming as if to welcome him.
The older man gazed greedily for a moment and then, with an
animallike groan, dropped his head to bury the full length of his
long, slippery tongue snakelike into the throbbing, hot walls of
her nakedly exposed pussy.
Ruth jerked, an agonizingly tortured moan of intense pleasure
escaping from deep in her chest, her nakedly voluptuous asscheeks
grinding down into the soft shag carpet with the force of the
desire the lewd assault on her pussy caused. She forced her head
up, and her eyes widened to see him hunched on all fours like a
beast of prey between her widespread thighs. The wet, pink lips
of her nakedly exposed cunt was presented to his obscenely licking
face like an offering.
Harry Perkins sucked her tiny, now pulsing clit into his
warm, wet mouth, nibbling at it with the sharply pointed tips of
his teeth until she cried out in pain. His head dived lower,
mouth and tongue greedily working at her wetly flowering cunthole.
With eyes opened wide in lewd delight, he watched the contortions
of her face up through the softly trembling mounds of her tits.
Ruth groaned over and over to herself as her head rolled
helplessly from side to side, while his heatedly spearing tongue
fucked in and out of her hotly twitching pussylips. Random, crazy
pictures of the last few months of the campaign flickered through
her mind as she heard the obscene, wet, sucking noises Harry
Perkins was making down between her open legs, and her body jerked
wildly at the lascivious memories.
Harry Perkins's eyes remained locked on her face as he
continued the wickedly tantalizing fucks of his long, slippery
tongue into her openly spread pussyhole. Her firmly rounded tits
were throbbing ecstatically as they jiggled from the lewd, erotic
tonguing he was giving her. Clenching her eyes shut, she let the
whirlpools of hotly stirring sensation build in her writhing body.
Suddenly, the lewdly ravaging lips lifted from her cunt and
smiling Harry Perkins drawled, "It's going to be a real pleasure
to fuck you again, Ruth Connors. This time I promise it will be
the best fuck you have ever had!"
Ruth shivered ecstatically at the lewd words he was saying.
It was all so wonderful--first her husband was elected mayor of
the city, and now this wonderful celebration party! She didn't
know if she would be able to live through the tremendous joy of
four cocks fucking her and her husband's victory at the same time,
but she would have to. What if he ever wanted to run for
governor? Or even president? She would just have to keep herself
in shape for those celebration parties, because you never knew who
you might have to fuck on your way to the top of the great
American political ladder!
The End
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