That politics makes for strange bedfellows is most assuredly true. Never more so than in twentieth century American politics.
The men and women who hold positions of trust in our government cannot be expected to be any more moral than the society at large and yet we are still shocked by the disclosures that our leaders are indeed human.
Senator Paul Garnner, a bright, energetic, up and coming statesman cannot long hide the fact that his beloved wife is, indeed, a masochistic nymphomaniac, who frequents the seediest bars in her search for the ultimate in degradation. Her lust for Black sadistic bed partners threatens the Senator's political aspirations.
The Senator's pretty young secretary, in trying to help her handsome boss, finds herself in his bed, building his ego by sucking his cock.
The dirtiest politician in the state, the Governor, likes his girls young. He will do anyone a favor if they provide him with the tender little girl meat that he craves. And he doesn't care who knows it. In his warped and perverted mind he sees no end to his power.
But, as is always the case, power that is used for evil is eventually lost, and the Governor's lust leads to his downfall.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
There was nothing Governor Wilbur T. Roper liked more than having his balls licked by a pretty little teenager. The younger the better, the prettier the better. Even as a young man, young stuff had been his preference. He would rather go without it sometimes than have to fuck some broad in her thirties or forties. Now that he was Governor, though, Wilbur T. Roper didn't have to worry about making such choices.
It had taken him a long time to get where he was but it was worth it. All the cunt he could ever need lay at his feet these days. For every tight-assed bitch out there, there were a dozen more that would eagerly open up their little legs and lie down for his favors. He'd calculated that he had gotten sucked, fucked and more so many times since he'd taken office that it must have tripled all the number of times up until then.
Man, that cunt just popped open like a can of beer for him now. No more of these rich bitches looking at him like he was trash or smelled bad! No, sir, these days they came crawling to him and they liked it too, when he slammed his hot meat into them. Just get a little power and boy did the pussy-juice flow!
Take right now, here he was, flat on his back in his mansion, surrounded by luxurious furnishings, watching the latest skin flick. He was flanked on either side by a sweet little piece of meat and he was feeling them up one with each hand.
The porno movie was rather dull they'd seen so many of them in the last hour that he could hardly concentrate on the screen. But his hands were busy and the two little cunts on either side of him were fighting each other for a hold on his prick.
Wilbur T. smiled to himself and sighed. The girl on his left was named Sandy and she was sixteen. He was rolling his hand around on her chest, cupping and squeezing her tit through her blouse and bra. The girl was wiggling around on the couch, pushing her companion's hand away from Wilbur T. Roper's cock.
"Come on, Alice, he's mine right now," she told the other girl.
"Why the hell should you have him, I want him. Besides, I sat down with him first, right Wilbur."
Governor Roper laughed and shook his head. "Ladies, ladies. I never answer such point blank questions. How do you think I got to where I am today, by my good looks" "Not hardly, Wilbur, honey," said Sandy.
Governor Roper gave her a sidelong glance of distaste. He was a short man standing little over five foot seven, and he weighed over two hundred pounds. Most of the hair was gone from his head and he always smoked cheap, stinking cigars. His crooked teeth were stained an ugly yellow and had clumps of green at the edges of the gums. He rarely brushed them and hadn't been to a dentist in years.
His bathing could be called, at the very best irregular and he always seemed to take great delight in offending those around him with his pungent body odor. It was just another way to tell them that they were shit and he was king.
After all, they had to smell him didn't they?
Alice, who was two years younger than her friend took her hands from the Governor's crotch and folded them in her lap. She sat there, pouting, acting as if someone had taken away her favorite toy. She and Sandy had been invited here by that slimy Tony Sadick to entertain the Governor and his guests. She only hoped things wouldn't get too weird tonight. Not like the last time when she had to take on the whole bunch of them because Sandy copped out at the last minute and pretended she was too sick. Ten guys had just been too much.
She looked around the room and felt a little more hopeful that a repeat of the incident wouldn't happen, because there seemed to be enough women to go around tonight.
She was thankful for that much. For a hundred bucks she didn't think she should have to go through a lot of heavy scenes.
"Aw, don't sulk, honey," the Governor was telling her. "I'm gonna take care of you, too, don't you worry."
He brought his mouth to hers and mashed his lips against her teeth. His jagged tongue started jerking around in her mouth, trying to spear her own and her stomach almost lurched when she smelled his ugly, rotten breath.
She sat passively as he continued to tongue her and she could feel his fat, stubby little fingers pawing at her tits through her sheer, silk blouse.
This guy was really disgusting, but he was the Governor and he could do a lot of things for her, like get her that job with the pig insurance company that she wanted. She would be glad when all she had to fuck were rich guys instead of cheap, penny-pinching politicians. They never gave up a cent without a struggle and even when they did, it was always much less than you were hoping, and figured you should get.
I ought to get a thousand bucks just to kiss this guy, she thought, but she said nothing.
She sighed and tried to get into kissing him back, but it was hard work. He unbuttoned her blouse and slipped his hand inside, mashing her tits against her chest and rubbing them around, clock-wise. His thumb tapped at her nipple and she sighed, pretending to love it. She was proud of her ability to pretend she was dying for the attentions of whatever man she happened to be with, even though she'd much rather be in bed with Sandy than anybody else in the world. Alice was only fourteen but she looked at least four years older. The only time you could really tell she was just a young girl was when she was naked and you could see her young flesh still growing, still molding her body, the baby fat still clinging to her skin.
But dressed up in a slinky dress with the right amount of make-up and standing in two inch heels, she looked like a knock-out college girl. The queen of the prom. She had been making a ton of money since about a year before when her friend Sandy convinced her to run away from home and come to the big city where they could make a lot more money than working in the soda shop.
She had been right, too! In that time Alice had gotten all the fine clothes she had ever wanted, a fancy apartment and even a few hundred dollars in the bank. She intended to retire by the time she turned twenty-one and she was going to do it. The only bad part was having to endure the pawing, stinking attentions of guys like Roper, but she could handle that.
She turned her mind to the task again.
She pushed her hand inside of Roper's shirt and rubbed his fat chest. It was almost as if he had tits there was so much flesh there. Roper moaned and rubbed her breasts harder, his fingers pinching her little nipples, tweaking them and rolling them back and forth until they stood up like two hard stones.
"Oh, that feels so good, Wilbur, honey." Alice moaned as the Governor's cruel Fingers hurt her little buds.
"I know it does, baby, I know it does."
Roper pulled the other girl to him and cupped her breasts with his other hand. Sandy groaned and pushed herself tight against the fat man, letting him get as much of her tit as he could.
Roper kissed Alice all over her mouth, sticking his tongue between her teeth and lapping at her lips sloppily. Alice felt his slobbering saliva run down her chin and wished that Sandy would get some of this French action before she drowned in a sea of executive spit!
Sandy was busy at Roper's crotch, rubbing his prick through his pants furiously, kneading the flesh back and forth as she tried to find just exactly where it was in all that fat. Grope rocked back and forth on the couch and moaned as the girl massaged his groin.
"Oh, do it baby, do it!" he barked, wiggling his ass on the couch and pushing his groin up to her active hands.
She unzipped his pants and reached inside the dingy underwear, through the layers of fat until she found his small hard cock. She almost laughed at the size of it, even erect it was barely five inches long. She rolled it back and forth between her fingers and thumbed the tip of it back and forth making Roper moan with passion, the sweat popping out on his forehead in tiny beads of wet wanting.
"Yes, yes," he was groaning. "Rub it! Rub it!"
Roper squeezed Alice's tits harder and harder and ran his sloppy mouth down her neck to them. He cupped them with his hands and lifted them to his mouth, licking out at them with his dripping tongue.
Alice moved her body to give him a better aim as he dropped his mouth on one of the jutting globes. Roper threw his lips around the pert boob and began to roll his tongue around the rock-like little nipple. He snapped at it with his teeth, sucking in on the fleshy mound wildly.
She swayed back and forth and groaned, "Oh Wilbur, Wilbur, suck my titties, Wilbur, you do it so good!"
Roper clasped his hand to her thigh and gripped it tightly, then he ran his fat little fingers up her leg until he reached her panties. He pressed at her pussy through the flimsy material, sliding his hand up and down the length of her cunt.
The little girl groaned, feeling a little turned on in spite of herself and not minding it a bit because it always helped if she got hot turning a trick. She clasped her arms around Roper's head and pulled his face closer to her tits.
"Finger me, Wilbur! Finger me!" she moaned.
Roper slithered his finger around inside of her panties and felt the hot moistness of her small, almost hairless pussy. He shook with delight when he realized how young she was and he ran his finger up and down the thin line of her cunt, tapping at her clit, stroking it round and round until it burst to life, throbbing and creating hot, musky juice to pour from her little girl's love-box.
Roper jammed his finger into her damp hole and began turning it round and round inside of her, the palm of his hand delighting in the touch of her short, fuzzy little mound, tickling his fat flesh, making him pump her harder and harder.
Faster and faster went his insistent finger in and out of the little girl's wet hole. He felt all along the inner rim and up and down the inside walls of her cunt. The sticky juice from her pussy was making his hand slippery on her mound and his finger kept sliding all the way out of her.
"Boy do you get wet!" he moaned. "You must be leaking it by the quart!"
"All because of you, Wilbur!" Alice whispered hotly.
Sandy was stroking Roper's cock in a steady rhythm now. Her long, tapered fingers rode up and down the length of his short shaft, rolling over the tip, pinching it lightly then sliding down again. It wobbled in the air as her hand left it and swayed back and forth madly until she caught hold of it again and pumped it some more.
She could feel the hot blood racing through the stubby stump and saw the small head enlarge rapidly, turning bright red under her patient, working fingers. She scraped her fingernails lightly along the flesh, the prick dancing under her touch and Roper moaning loudly each time she completed a stroke and tapped at the tip of the throbbing cock.
"Oh, baby, that's great!" grunted Roper, throwing his mouth to hers locking his lips and jamming his tongue between her teeth. She licked wildly at his, darting her little pink weapon of lust to the tip of his tongue, swirling it round and round until Roper threw his head back in ecstasy.
"Great! Great! Great!" he grunted. "More! More! More!"
He pushed another finger into Alice's little cunt and opened the lips wide. She pulled on the pleasant flesh and massaged the love mound with his palm. Alice rocked back and forth on the couch, straining to find a orgasm in her so that she could at least enjoy this. His plunging fingers buried themselves deeply into her hot cunt, enjoying the warm, tingly flesh that was now soaking wet' with pussy juice, slopping out over his hand and dripping down her leg.
Sandy got down on her knees in front of Roper's groin and started to put his cock in her mouth. He pushed her head away from her and pulled his hand from Alice's panties. "No... no... I... want... her... to suck me!" he forced out laboriously. "I... want... the... little... one!"
Sandy sighed disgustedly and stood up. She took her friend by the arm and pushed her down in front of Roper. "Go on," she said, "Give him head."
Alice nodded and took hold of Roper's cock with her hands. She began to lick the smelly shaft, stinking of old come and sweat. She was thinking that the next time she came here, she'd bring nose plugs.
Roper caught Sandy's arm and pulled her over to him. "Get up on the couch!" he said hoarsely. "I'll suck your pussy."
Sandy shrugged and stood up on the couch.. She slipped her panties down over her legs and tossed them to one side. She straddled Roper's vast middle and pulled her dress up to her waist. He grabbed her by the ass and pulled her cunt to his face.
He licked her pussy with his tongue, running it up and down the length of the still dry line of her hole. He snapped at her buried clit, rolling his tongue around the hidden bulb until he had found it and began to lap at it. The small bud began to grow and Sandy put her hands on his shoulders and rolled her torso around in a- tight circle in rhythm with his licking.
"Lick my balls," Roper moaned, to Alice. "Lick my balls first!"
She dropped her lips along the length of his short rod and found the small sack. She ran her tongue around the hanging nuts, sliding it back and forth across the heavy, tight bag that contained them.
She lifted his sack up with her tongue and popped the bag into her mouth, sucking on it greedily. She rolled the nuts around from cheek to cheek and felt the hot power coming from his loins make the small, taut sack expand with filling come.
"Oh, oh, ahhh, damn!" groaned Roper. "Suck those nuts, little girl, suck 'em!"
He plastered his face against Sandy's cunt and jammed his tongue into her wet lovey-lagoon. His tongue rammed into her cunt passionately, digging around at her inner walls while his lips sucked hungrily at her dripping folds, sucking the lips into his mouth, nipping at them with his teeth.
"Mmmm, that's nice," moaned Sandy, "That's real nice, Wilbur, baby."
He gripped her by the buttocks and spread her cheeks wide enough for him to slip his fingers down to her asshole. He poked around the tight entrance, wiggling a single finger inside of her until she jerked forward in pain and pleasure and then slowly backed her ass up against his hands until the stubby digit was buried to its hilt inside her steaming asshole.
He probed lustily with it, tapping at his tongue through her inner flesh, twisting the finger round and round while his darting messenger of suck snapped at her cunt, scraping the walls of her pussy, and his mouth sucked the tangy juice greedily out of her slippery hole.
Alice spit out his balls and drew her mouth up the length of his prick, pausing at the tip to snake her tongue out and around the rim, lapping strongly at the bulging head. She took the hot knob between her teeth and shook her head from side to side while she flicked at it with her pink arrow, pushing open his come slot and dabbing lightly at the inside.
"Yeah, yeah! Do it honey, do it!" moaned Roper. His hands squeezing the soft flesh of Alice's cheeks while two fingers pumped in and out of her locking and unlocking bum-hole.
Alice slid her lips down over Roper's cock and buried it deep into her throat. She made deep, gurgling noises and tossed her head from side to side. Roper moaned and shook his body violently and she could feel his prick throbbing uncontrollably as she pumped the cock in and out of her trained mouth.
She felt somebody slip up behind her and lift her up until her ass was in the air. She looked around and saw a grinning, rat-faced man with pock marked cheeks, his pants down around his ankles, his prick in his hand.
"Oh shit, Sadick, what to you want?"
"That sweet little cunt of yours," the man laughed sickeningly.
She sighed and nodded, putting her mouth back down on Roper's swaying cock. She plunged the prick down into her throat once again as she felt the other man's fingers pulling her pussy apart, pumping a finger back and forth inside her until she was wet enough to take him.
If it isn't bad enough I have to suck this pig, she thought, I got to get fucked by that twerp too! She sighed, thinking, I hope this work turns out to be worth it.
She jerked suddenly as she felt the hard, deep thrust of a prick slide into her cunt violently. She gasped as the man began to pump in and out of her wildly, his balls slapping against her flesh roughly.
The hard, cruel cock slammed in and out of her painfully, it was growing all the time and it was hard to concentrate on her suck-job with that offending rod banging away at her aching little pussy.
Sadick grabbed her by the ass and tossed his head back, grunting madly, thrusting in and out of her with a wild passion. "Feels good, feels good!" he groaned. His prick slammed in and out of Alice's little pussy with no regard as to how it felt to her. All Sadick was concerned about was coming and Alice hoped he'd do that quick.
The cunt-juice was pouring out of Sandy now, running out the corners of Roper's mouth as he sucked passionately at her swollen pussy lips, licking at her flesh madly. She swayed back and forth on her legs, her whole body feeling weak and on fire as the mad, insane burning come started to pour out of her inner organs.
"Ah, oh, oh, uggh! I'm coming, I'm coming!" she groaned softly, thrusting her cunt against Roper's mouth as the hot liquid filled her quivering love-hole and spilled out against his lips.
Alice rammed Roper's cock in and out of her mouth, faster and faster. She could feel the climax building up in his balls as she bounced them around in her hands. His prick was racing with burning blood now, spasms of delight shook his body and his whole lower area tensed up with the expectation of a violent and pleasing orgasm.
Sadick was thrusting in and out of her wildly now. His long dong burrowing its way deep into her pussy until she could almost feel it in her throat. She could feel his legs tighten up and then was thrown forward as he screamed in pleasure and blew his pent-up load into her womb.
"GOOD! GOOD! FUCKING GREAT!" he shouted as the steaming come spilled out his prick and filled up her cunt, dripping out onto the carpet.
He slammed back and forth wildly, and rocked almost uncontrollably as the jerking motion of his coming pulled and pushed as his aching body and forced the hot lust liquid out of his prick.
"I'M READY! I'M READY!" shouted Roper. "HERE I COMEEE!"
Alice gulped wildly as the steady, fiery streams of come burst explosively from the small, fat cock in her mouth and barreled their way down her throat to her belly. She locked her lips on his prick and sucked at him as hard as she could, kneading the shaft with her teeth, pulling every last drop of come out of his thrusting prick.
Finally she pulled the short stub from her mouth and licked off the remaining drops with her tiny, pointed tongue, squeezing the head to get the last of it.
Sandy flopped down on the couch, her body heaving up and down as the post orgasmic shudders slowly subsided. Then she reached over and slipped back into her panties and opened her purse, took out a pocket mirror and began smoothing out her wet, matted hair.
Roper lay against the back of the couch, breath labored and body weak. He hadn't had such a good suck job in a long time. Tiny dots of light spun around his eyes as the still violent effects of his coming lingered in his balls and his prick ached with the power of his orgasm.
Alice buttoned up her blouse and searched around for her panties, pushing Sadick roughly out of the way to retrieve them. From behind them came a small spattering of applause.
"Very good!"
"Best I've seen in ages!"
"Good show, good show!"
A group of people came over and congratulated Roper and the girls on the entertainment. Roper sat heavily on the couch, smiling at them and nodding. Far from being embarrassed about having been seen sucking and being sucked, he was pleased that the others had witnessed his prowess. It made them respect him even more and that was always useful in his business. What you didn't get out of fear, you had to find in respect and vice-versa.
After a few more minutes he stood, stuffed his limp peter into his pants and walked the girls to the door of the mansion. He pressed a hundred dollar bill in each of their hands and quickly ushered them out into the night.
"What a cheap son-of-a-bitch!" cried Alice. "I get sucked and fucked and what the hell do I get for it, a lousy hundred. I swear, Sandy, no more politicians, we don't go anywhere with them."
"Aw, quit complaining, I'll call him tomorrow and I bet I get us a good post someplace. He just had a lot of work to do with the rest of those guys."
"Maybe so, but before I put his smelly prick in my mouth again it's going to cost him an even grand. I swear I'll have to use a whole bottle of mouthwash to get the taste of him out of my mouth."
She shook her head and hurried down the path leading to their car as her friend followed, laughing heartily, behind.
Governor Roper lead the small group of men to his huge study. The ladies that had accompanied them retired to another drawing room to wait for the men to conclude what ever business they had.
The Governor sat them down at a large, oval table and passed out a box of cigars.
"Havana's, best there is, rolled on the thighs of young virgins," he laughed. "Rather roll my cock on their thighs, though its a good smoke."
The men lit up and inhaled the smoke leisurely. The strong, rich smell of good tobacco filled the air and hung over their heads. Each man had a tumbler of liquor by his side and a bottle of whatever was his pleasure. Governor Wilbur T. Roper prided himself on knowing how to treat his peers. Besides, a little booze always helped to ease the tension and lighten the mood. It set people up for whatever blow he was to strike.
He allowed the men to take their time drinking and smoking, letting each of them renew his friendship with the other. No sense pushing the meeting to a start, let them get around to it.
On his left sat Sadick, his number one man. Sadick was a small time hoodlum until he had met Roper. Roper had seen the potential in the man right from the start and with a little careful grooming he had taken the little punk and turned him into a cold-blooded, one-minded machine. Calm and refined enough to take in higher circles, but mean and violent enough to take care of what dirty business might have to be done, that more squeamish men might not be able to undertake.
After a few more minutes of polite conversation Roper tapped the side of his glass with a pen and brought the meeting to order, the noise of small talk dying down suddenly in the room.
"Well, gentlemen. I am pleased that you could all make it tonight." "Glad to be here."
Roper nodded to the man, then resumed. "As you know, there is before us a project that, if handled in the correct manner, stands to make us all a lot of money. I am not a man to beat around the bush, so I'll get right to the point."
Roper snapped his finger and Sadick placed a series of charts, clipped to a small stand on the table, to Roper's left. Roper flipped back the cover and pointed to the drawing with his pen.
"This is the dam we are building in the Stendal Valley. We started it three years ago, it's coming along wonderfully and soon shall be finished. Even now at least three thousand people live under the dam, pleasantly in a small, budding housing development. The dam is being built at an enormous cost savings due to many of you men finding several ways to trim the budget."
A tall, lean man raised a hand and Roper nodded to him. "That's what worries me," the man said, "You and I, all of us know that all the money we have saved has resulted in several things being wrong with the project. In a word, I am afraid that the whole damn thing is unsafe."
There was a murmur around the table, voices began to raise, questions started to pop out from the assembled group.
"What I'm saying," continued the man, "Is that a very great potential exists that this dam could break under the water pressure."
The voices burst into loud protest and angry alarm. Roper let this go on for a few moments then he tapped the glass a number of times and called for order.
Gentlemen, gentlemen, please! Calm down, calm down. I will explain everything. You don't think I have led you this far to destroy you, do you?"
When the men quieted he leaned back against his chair and shook his head, chuckling. "My dear friends, not only is the danger there, and not only am I aware of it, but, I know it will happen. The dam is going to burst."
The men stared at him in awed silence. Their mouths fell open at the sound of such words coming from the governor. They were truly shocked. Each of them had done his part in the project, knowing secretly that he was taking a chance with human lives, taking a chance that if anything should happen, and the truth came out, he could be ruined, but each man had shut his eyes to that fact, caring only about the extra money he could make. Now, here was their leader telling them that what they feared would come true.
Roper laughed and shook his head. "Gentlemen. When we started this project I didn't tell you of my plans because I knew that if I did, none of you would go along with it. Now it's too late and what is going to happen will and you can't stop it."
"But we'll be ruined!"
"No. No we will not be ruined, quite the contrary, we'll be richer and more powerful than ever. Once the disaster strikes we'll be able to get such money from the Federal government that we won't be able to count it all! A tragedy like this opens up the national coffers, streams of cash flow like water. And power? Gentlemen, before we are done we shall be the most powerful men in the nation!"
"But how?"
"Yes, how, you know they will investigate, find out things, see what we have done."
Roper smiled. "No, they will not bother with that. They will be too busy tracking down someone else to bother with petty construction details."
The lean man bent forward and looked Roper in the eyes. "What are you getting at, what plans have you made?"
"If you do not mind, I shall keep that part of the project to myself for the time being. Enough to say that if I, who proposed this venture, who encouraged you to skim off the top and cut the corners; I, whose entire political career rests on the events that will soon be set into motion; if I am not worried, why should you be?"
There was a buzz of conversation around the table, words flying back and forth wildly and Roper, sat, his hands folded a wicked smile on his face. He let them talk among themselves for a little longer then spoke up in his cracked, harsh voice.
"Enough, gentlemen. The meeting is over, please, let us rejoin the ladies, I'm sure they miss us, and after all, the evening is young."
The men nodded, and got up from their places, filing out of the meeting room. Roper watched them go a satisfied smile on his face. He waited until they had all left the big chamber then he turned and grinned up at Sadick standing by his side.
"What do you think my friend, did it go all right?"
Sadick grunted, his expression unchanged. "You got them right under your thumb. They can't do nothing but sit there and take it and Uke it."
"Yes, I thought so. It does seem like everything is going without a hitch, doesn't it."
"It will, if one of them doesn't shit his pants and crack."
"Well, my dear Sadick, we shall just have to keep a close eye on them and if one of them should happen to find this knowledge too terrible to bear. Then you shall have to relieve him of the burden."
Sadick grinned and Governor Wilbur T. Roper laughed loudly, his glee filling the room as he slapped his hand up and down on the thick table in front of him.
Across the city, many miles from where Governor Roper had held his meeting and was now enjoying the favors of yet another woman, in a part of the metropolis that could be referred to as the wrong side of the tracks in a small, dingy, run-down house, a group of young people were sitting around a battered kitchen table, talking heatedly.
"We shouldn't have to take that kind of crap!" cried a young boy of nineteen, a thin, straggly beard attempting to grow on his chin.
"That Fascist bastard is ripping everybody off in this entire state! ' yelled another.
Their talk was loud and full of passion. One of them, a young woman in her middle twenties sat quietly, listening to all sides, saying nothing. She was pretty in an unglamorous way. She wore her hair long and at the moment braided, so that the two thick strands hung down on either side of her shoulders. She wore a heavy sweater and blue jeans, on her feet were work boots. Her name was Joan Brando and she had been through a lot of scenes like this. Right now her mind wasn't on the conversation but on one of the girls involved in it.
The object of her attention was seated across from her, a pale, blond child of seventeen, wearing a ruffled blouse and short mini-skirt. She smiled at the girl, Marcie Allen by name, but the girl hardly noticed her.
The arguing went back and forth, getting nowhere and Joan was bored. It seemed like that was all any of the kids did these days, just bitch, bitch, bitch without coming to any solid conclusions. No plan of action, just a lot of hassling over the petty details, everybody trying to get his or her two cents in.
It wasn't like that in the old days, back in sixty-eight, when they knew what had to be done and did it. Back then nobody bothered worrying about ego- trips and if-I-had-my-chance-for-the-spotlight. No sir, back then they were involved with the issues.
Joan sighed and picked her foot up, slamming it up and down on the kitchen table, making the beat-up piece of furniture wobble dangerously back and forth. In a few seconds everybody calmed down and looked to her waiting for what she was going to say.
"Look. You people aren't getting anything done. First of all, the hell with the differences in points of view. What's the basic problem? It's Roper, right? It's Roper and what is he up to? That's what we're trying to find out. You people having been fighting that dam for three years and where has it got you, nowhere, right? Okay. You know something crooked is going on, what you have to do is find out what. Now how are you going to go about doing that?"
"We could have a protest." cried the young boy with the budding beard.
"Oh shit! A fucking protest. A protest against what?"
"They're ruining the environment."
"So are you, jerk. So's everybody, that won't stop the dam. No, you have to have something to back up your bitching. You have to pin something on that sleazy bastard before you can get any solid support, otherwise he'll eat you alive. He'll turn you into a bunch of fucking commie, doper, queer, faggots!" "Let him!"
"Then what, you going to blow up the dam, or something?"
The group murmured among themselves each of them looking at the other. Joan caught the eye of Marcie and smiled. The younger girl blushed and nodded and Joan felt a thrill beat deep in her loins.
She sat up and put her arms on the table in front of her. "Let me tell you something. You have no power. You don't have the media, you don't have the money, you have nothing. The only way you'll beat Roper is evidence. Solid, undeniable evidence. Get that fucker to strangle on his own power trip. That's the truth you need, not the spiritual, beauty, peace-loving, all good to mankind bullshit that I've been hearing for the last couple of hours. Damn, I've been through it, I've learned from my mistakes. You can't beat them any way but at their own game. And, shit, if everything I've heard about this asshole Roper is true, it shouldn't be too hard to pin something on him, all you have to do is look."
"But where?" Marcie asked.
Joan smiled, thrilling at the tender sound of the young girl's voice. She shook her head. "I don't know, that has to be figured out. This kind of thing is what it's really all about. Not the excitement of running through the streets and screaming slogans, but the hard, tedious work of running down the leads digging out the facts. It's there somewhere, but it will take work to find it. Now do you want to change things, or are you just here to listen to the sound of your own passionate voice?"
The crowd of people looked at each other, a kind of guilt coming over them. They nodded and agreed with her softly that they had just been puffing up their own egos.
Joan smiled, the first task had been completed. They'd gotten past their own sense of self importance. "All right, I suggest we break up now and table this until tomorrow. You can all try and think about it and come up with some ideas. I'll work on it too, I have some experience in these things so I might be able to help. Let's get together tomorrow night at the same time and see what we come up with There was general agreement that Joan was right and slowly the group began to break up. Marcie went to the door and wished each of them a good night, lingering to kiss a final person, the boy with the thin, aching beard a long and passionate goodnight, then she shut the door and came back to the table.
She took a sip of the wine bottle and passed it to Joan. Joan took the narrow container by the neck and drank deeply from it, wiping her mouth on her sleeve when she was done.
"Some meeting, huh?" Marcie said.
"About the usual, they never change, people are in such a hurry to make things right that they get confused over what's really wrong."
"I guess you've seen a lot of this."
"I'm no hardened soldier, I just have a little more experience."
"Well, I'm glad you're here. We do need some direction. We've been trying for so long and nothing good has happened at all."
Joan smiled and shook her head. "Don't feel like that, after all, you're trying, that's more than most do."
"I guess I should feel good hearing that, but somehow I don't. I just have this horrible feeling that we're too late, too, too late to do anything about it."
"Maybe we are, but we can't stop trying because of that, can we?"
Marcie shook her head. "No, we can't. Thanks a lot for helping us, though. I don't think we would have gotten anything done without you."
"That's silly, I just cut some corners, that's all."
"Well, thanks anyway. Say, where are you staying, anyway."
"I was hoping I could crash here."
Marcie smiled. "Sure, that would be great. I'd love to have you. Come on, I show you where you can sleep."
The young girl led Joan through the old house to a small bedroom upstairs. Joan tossed her knapsack on a mattress lying against the wall then followed Marcie down the hall to a big bathroom.
"You can wash up here," the girl told her, leaning against the door. Joan nodded and brushed past her, a tingle going down her spine as her arm hit the young girl's breasts.
"Well, I guess I'll see you in the morning. Goodnight, and thanks again."
Joan nodded and Marcie left her. She was feeling giddy with the still remembered touch of the girl's small, pert tits against her arm. She was wondering how it would be to kiss them, run her fingers over those young, firm boobs. She shook her head and splashed cold water on her face, trying to get the wanting image out of her mind.
When she was finished she went back to the tiny room she had been given and undressed quickly, slipping between the blankets that were tossed over the thin mattress.
She dropped her hand to her tingling cunt and began to slowly revolve her fingers around the damp box. She slithered her finger in and out of herself, a vague picture of Marcie swimming above her eyes. The burning lust was aching inside of her and she wanted desperately to run to the girl's room and scoop her up in her arms.
She closed her eyes and let herself go into her masturbation, she was getting so far into it, her hand rolling across her fiery pussy that she wasn't aware that Marcie had come into the room until she felt her presence next to her.
"Joan, are you asleep?"
"No, what's the matter?"
Marcie was kneeling next to the mattress her arms around her legs, wearing a shortie nightgown. She hugged herself and shrugged. "I don't know, maybe I'm just worried."
Joan reached up and patted her cheek. "Don't worry, honey, we'll get it done. It will just take some time."
"I guess so, I just get scared."
"What about your boyfriend, can't he take some of that away?"
"Oh, he doesn't know what he wants. I can't really depend on him, though I do love him. Joan, can I sleep with you tonight. I'm so scared."
"Sure honey, come on in."
Joan tossed open the blanket that covered her and Marcie slipped beneath it, lying close beside her. She threw her arms around Joan and hugged her tightly, he small delicate head resting on the older woman's shoulder.
"I just feel so safe with you. I really do." Joan laughed quietly and kissed Marcie on the forehead. She patted the girl on the back and began rubbing her hand around the girl's narrow spine. Marcie sighed and hugged Joan tighter, kissing her softly on the neck.
"Joan, have you ever made love to a woman?" she asked, whispering.
"Yes."
"How was it?" "Nice."
"Better than boys?"
"No, different, but just as good."
"Make love to me, Joan, I want you to make love to me. I've felt it all night and I want to so bad. Will you?"
Joan could not believe her ears. "Yes, yes," she moaned. "Oh, yes, yes, yes!"
She pressed her lips to Marcie's, the young girl's softness sending thrills of delight through her loins. A hot fire rose up in her as Marcie jammed her tongue into Joan's mouth, searching madly for her dart of love.
Joan ran her hand over the girl's nightgown, squeezing her small, hard breasts beneath the heavy cotton material. The girl shuddered violently and pushed her chest up to meet Joan's attentive fingers. Joan felt a chill pass through her as Marcie grabbed her breast and began pulling on the heavy globe, thumbing her nipple and scraping her fingernails across the flesh.
They slipped their legs between each other and jammed their knees against their cunts. Back and forth they rubbed the tingling cunts until the warm, sticky love-juice began to flow, covering their legs and sending spasms of pleasure through their bodies.
Their mouths were like passionate motors of lust as they mashed themselves together, lips crushing lips, tongues digging deep into the oral cavity, slashing against each other in a driving ecstasy of love. Joan felt her breasts being torn by lust. Marcie's fingers pinched and pulled at her hard nipples until Joan cried out in agony and squirmed beneath the probing digits in a bottomless pit of sex-crazed hunger.
She slipped her hand down under Marcie's gown and ran it slowly up the young girl's leg. Her fingers danced across Marcie's thighs massaging the tender, downy young flesh until she reached the V of her sex and paused there, snaking a single finger out to touch the girl's cunt, sliding it along the thin, damp line of her pussy.
"Oh, Joan, oh, Joannie, Joannie, Joannie," moaned the girl, "Love me, please, love me hard!"
Joan slipped a single finger inside Marcie's cunt and felt the girl shudder with delight. She probed the inside of the girl's pussy gently, pulling the lips apart, rolling her strong digit back and forth, side to side until the girl screamed quietly and rocked back and forth violently.
Marcie pressed her mouth down to Joan's breasts and began licking them back and forth in frenzy. Her lips locked hard on one globe and her tongue lashed at the nipple, bringing it wildly to life, standing rock-firm on the edge of her tit. Her mouth greedily sucked the breast inside, her teeth locking around the firm flesh, sucking hungrily while her hands wildly ran down over the length of Joan's back.
"Oh Joan," moaned Marcie, "Harder, harder."
Joan pulled her finger from the girl's cunt and rolled it around the budding clit. Marcie jerked wildly under the rolling digit, her flesh sweating heavily as the tiny fires of passion burned through her body, hot darts of lust tearing through her flesh.
She bit down on Joan's tit, nipping at the hard nipple, pulling at it with her teeth wanting to feel the older woman squirm and dance wildly beneath her mouth.
Joan tossed back and forth feverishly, she was panting loudly, the explosions of lust tearing through her loins. She cupped the girl's cunt, rolled her finger around inside of the teenager, pumped her digit in and out of the swollen pussy until Marcie cried out with pleasure.
"Oh, Joannie, Joannie, I never knew it could be so good!"
They lashed at each other's flesh wildly. The consuming fires of agony and lust licked at their loins until it seemed like they could not live if they didn't" reach a point of release soon.
Joan's cunt burned with pleasure as Marcie slid her hand down to the throbbing mound and rolled her palm over it, jabbing a finger deep into the wanting pit, pulling it in and out of the gaping chamber. Joan locked her muscles around the thrusting finger and tried to gobble it up deeper into her cunt. She thrashed under the girl's insistent probing and moaned wildly.
"Oh, do it girl, do it! Finger me, finger me to death!"
Harder and harder they rammed their fingers inside of each other. Their cunt- juice poured out of them rapidly now, flowing down their thighs, soaking the blanket beneath them.
Joan grabbed Marcie by the ass and pushed her away from her, turning the willing girl round and placing her cunt near her face. She jerked her head upward and mashed her face into the young girls burning cunt. The warm, sticky juice flowed over her lips and into her mouth as she stabbed her tongue deep into the girl's warm pussy, lapping at the inside of the throbbing cunt.
The young girl dropped her face to Joan's pussy and rolled her cheeks against the other's twitching lips. She flicked her tongue out to the hard knob of a cut and slashed at it wildly. Joan jerked her body beneath the girl's probing dart and tossed her head from side to side as the stinging arrows of mad lust careened through her body.
She locked her mouth around the young girl's cunt and sucked her pussy lips into her mouth. She blew and sucked on them until the girl moaned and lost control of her body, swaying from side to side, the cunt juice pouring over Joan's lips and filling her mouth with tasty wet liquid love.
Joan dug her fingers around Marcie's ass and pulled the cheeks as far apart as possible, slipping two digits into the girl's tight little bum. Marcie tossed wildly above her as Joan began to pump her fingers in and out of her asshole. The sensation drove the little girl mad with frenzied passion and she buried her tongue into Joan's cunt, licking wildly, sucking powerfully on the older woman's cunt.
"Eat me, Marcie, eat me!" cried Joan, thrusting her cunt up into the girl's face, licking hungrily at the tiny love-bud clit in front of her, ramming her fingers in and out of the ever opening asshole.
They rocked back and forth madly, the all-consuming power of their approaching orgasms building in their loins. Hot, steaming waves of musky lust leaped from their cunts as the burning fires of orgasm climbed higher and higher to the surface.
They were of one solid body now, thrusting their mouths and tongues back and forth, pouring their juices into each others throats. Joan was moaning wildly as she felt an overpowering fire burst through her cunt.
"Ahh, ahhh, ohhh, yessss!" she moaned quietly and shivered uncontrollably as the lashing climax slashed through her and the come burst from her organs washing down Marcie's mouth, pouring out of her cheeks. Marcie thrashed wildly and sucked greedily on the come when a sudden explosion of lust shook her whole body and she felt the awesome coming tear through her.
"JO ANNIE! JO ANNIE! JO ANNIE! YOU MAKE ME COME SO GOOD! SO GOOD! SO GOODDDDD!" she screamed and shivered violently as the hot, burning liquid raced out of her organs and splashed over Joan's lips, running down the side of her face.
Back and forth they rocked wildly until the powerful coming was finally spent, then again they came, a blinding flash of a second, more powerful orgasm that left each of them speechless, shuddering uncontrollably until all of it was spent and they lay quietly, their mouths still at each other's cunts, bodies drained, emotion spent, a lingering, aching emptiness rolling over their flesh.
CHAPTER TWO
The stately walls of the Senate chamber echoed the last words of the tall, good- looking blond man. The body of men assembled there, hushed and respectful. Their faces were flushed and excited and as the last sound of the young man's words died away, the whole chamber broke into a thundering applause, cheering wildly, rising to their feet to honor him.
The room rocked back and forth as if a giant hand were swaying it from side to side.
"Bravo! Bravo!"
"Give'em hell, Paul!"
"Grand, simply grand!"
The cries of approval flooded the young senator, he blinked his eyes and tried to hold back a smile of satisfaction from his lips. He had meant to get to them like this, he knew he could and now he had.
Newspaper men were rushing out of the room to hurry to telephones and call in the story .of the young senator's dramatic speech and the effect it had had on the other men in the huge chamber.
Network reporters were crowding around him, trying vainly to throw the dozens of questions they had for him. He ignored them all, concentrating on listening to the few supporters that were crowding around him. Men who had backed him when it didn't look as if the bill he was pushing had a chance, now they would all share in its glory and he was not one to forget those that had been with him at the start.
He pushed his way through the mass of well-wishers and hangers-on and burst into the crowded hallway. A half dozen microphones were shoved in front of his face and he smiled, nodding to a greeting from a passer-by.
"Senator, how do you count for the tremendous change of heart the congress has had concerning your bill?" a reporter shouted.
"Hard work. Hard work on everybody's part. We needed to show my honored colleagues that we were right and they were wrong and I think we have done that."
"What's your prediction on the outcome of the vote?"
"I have none, though I feel it has a fairly good chance of passing now."
"Judging from the reception of your speech, I would rate the odds a little better than that," joked another reporter.
The senator smiled. "Well, a little wind goes a long way some time."
The group laughed at his put-down of himself. They liked this young guy. He was like a breath of fresh air in the stale old Capitol.
"Entertaining any ideas of the presidency, now, Senator Garnner?"
"I hardly have time to entertain my friends these days, much less the presidency."
The men laughed again and furiously wrote that down, Senator Garnner was always good for a witty comment or two.
"But obviously, what has happened with this bill over the last few weeks has had nationwide impact, Senator, surely you realize that your name is becoming well known to the majority of the American public."
"Gentlemen, the national elections are a couple of years away. By then I am sure that my red-hot name will have cooled off by then."
"What would you do if the vote went against you, Senator?"
"Buckle down and try again. This is one thing that must be done. You remember it was defeated several years ago, well it came back and if I can't get it done this time, I'll try again and again until I push it though or am out of office. And even then, somebody else will work on it because its importance goes beyond the petty careers of passing politicians."
As always the senator was ready with the wise-crack and the serious tone. He was one of the most respected men on the hill, which was no small feat for a junior senator from a small state. Try as he would to put down the rumors of him being propelled to a race for the highest office in the land, the wise reporters looked at Senator Paul Garnner as a real comer. He had the looks, the wit and the brains and the healthy dose of integrity that he rounded those out with wouldn't hurt at all.
Already some of the older men were courting him, stopping by to lend a hand to his state, give some friendly advice or openly show their support for him. The bill he had just so passionately defended to the rousing cheers of even those opposing it, had been doomed to failure until Senator Garnner came along and pushed and pushed it with sheer energy and will. His paper on it would become a classic and his skillful debating had left the harshest critics wagging their heads in confusion over his simple, honest and undeniable logic.
Yes, Paul Garnner was destined for more than just a junior senatorship, and as they said on the track, put your money on that boy, he wouldn't be a dark horse for very long.
When everyone returned to the chamber an hour later for the vote, if Senator Garnner was worried, he didn't look it. He sat quietly, his face concerned but not nervous and he spoke his aye vote quietly in a strong, controlled voice.
The bill passed by over a three to one majority. Again the chamber burst into wild cheers and thunderous ovations. Paul Garnner was forced by sheer public desire to take a few small bows before he could take his seat and the day's session could be closed.
He sat basking in the warm, exciting glow of the praise and obvious power he had. This was everything that being a senator was all about. The heated passion of being in the spotlight, defending something you worked on, believed in, seeing it come to life and happen. The dizzy, giddy feeling of a thousand eyes focused on you, waiting to see what you would do next.
All the hard work, all the long, lonely hours were worth it just to be here in this one moment of glory.
Paul Garnner smiled just a little. He thought about the newspaperman's comment, the question of the big one. Yes, he thought, it was possible, growing more and more possible every day. Perhaps some day he would really be called Mr. President. Who could tell?
The session closed and Paul Garnner walked slowly from the chambers into the crowded hallway. He pushed his way through the newsmen firing questions at him from all sides. When he reached the steps of the building he turned and spoke to them for a few minutes.
"Gentlemen," he sighed after answering a dozen questions. "Gentlemen, I am tired. It's been a long haul to this moment and right now I just want to relax."
He nodded to them and thanked them then pushed his way down the steps to his waiting limousine. He piled into the back, tossing his briefcase on the seat beside him and waved his hand to the crowd as the car pulled away.
"Damn, those boys never let up." he moaned, leaning his head back aginst the seat heavily.
"You look beat," his secretary said. She was a young woman in her middle twenties, petite and well groomed with a home-spun loveliness that covered up the fact that she was a determined, hard fighting young woman where it concerned the fate of her boss.
She sat on the other side of his briefcase, her legs folded together in front of her, holding a pile of papers on her lap.
"You work too hard," she told him.
"No more than you, Mary. You're right there with me all the time."
"That's a crock of bull. I'm sawing wood while you're still burning the midnight oil. How many mornings have I come in to find you passed out at your desk, a half-eaten sandwich by your side, cups of cold coffee littering what little space you have on the desk."
"You want the milkshake, you have to pay for it."
"Shit! You've been spending too much for those milkshakes, Paul, you're getting ripped off!"
"Well, maybe now that this damn bill is done, I can relax a little. I could use it."
"You have to go home tomorrow for a speech, you know that don't you?"
"What speech?"
"Roper's dedicating his dam, he asked you months ago and you said you would."
"That crooked bastard! Oh, how did I get suckered into that one?"
"I don't know but you did. I was amazed when you told me, myself. Considering your feelings about him."
"If I could put him out of business I would. He's the worst thing about the state. Damn!" he groaned and shook his head. "I suppose I can't get out of it."
"You could, if you wanted to." "No, no, I should do it. Besides, it will give me some time to see Fay."
"That's probably the real reason you're not bothering to try and duck the dedication."
"Yes, I know. I haven't spent much time with her these last few months. Too busy I guess. I'm sure she isn't happy."
"You do a lot of good, she should understand."
"Now, now, Mary, none of that. We've been through it. She just doesn't have the feel for politics that you do. Some people aren't filled with a burning passion to serve their fellow man, you know. That doesn't mean that they are lesser human beings."
"I'm not talking about taking an interest in your work. I'm talking about understanding what it means to you. She acts as if you avoid her on purpose when she should know that you work so hard and just don't have the time to come running home from the office every night like her friend's husband's do."
"That enough, Mary. I don't want to talk about it any more."
Mary sat back in the seat and closed her mouth. She wasn't going to bug her man any more. A part of her wanted to go on though, she hated seeing him looking so guilty about his wife.
If only it were me, she thought, if only I could be the one that stood beside him in life as well as work. We could get so much done.
But that was impossible of course. Paul Garnner loved his wife too much to think about leaving her, and that wouldn't help his career either. He was a strange man, this Paul Garnner. He never ran around on his wife, had never made so much as a single pass at Mary. Even his joking was almost completely devoid of sexual banter. Not that he was stuffy, far from it, he could tell an off-color joke with the best of them, but when it came to flirting, Paul Garnner never seemed to be interested.
She had come to work for him little over six months ago. She was fresh out of grad school eager to get down to work in the nation's Capitol. She had written for many jobs and hadn't heard from any of them until a letter came from Garnner inviting her to come to work for him.
She had not asked him for a job, but he had heard about her through a colleague in the senate who had praised her clear, simplistic writing and though he hadn't been able to give the girl a job, wanted to help her if he could.
She came in right on the beginning of the bill and had spent these last few months getting a close look at how things are done on the hill, and an even closer look at Senator Paul Garnner. It hadn't taken her long to not only decide that Garnner was the best of the new breed, a man that she could put her faith in and would follow all the way to the white house steps, but beyond that, she had fallen deeply in love with him.
He was so kind, so thoughtful and so damn good that it killed her to see him torn apart with guilt over his wife's increasing bitterness about their marriage. His wife was from the upper-class and used to having things her own way. She did not like sharing her husband with his work and had become increasingly cold with him.
Mary shuddered to think that Paul would ever find out some of the other things about his wife that she, Mary knew from friends and whispering gossips. Dangerous information was floating around the Capitol and she worried constantly that some of it would be made public, some of it get back to Paul, though it seemed to be handled discreetly.
Washington was a town were people turned their heads from many things and it was not considered the correct thing to do if you wandered around blabbing about any scandals about a man and his wife. That was sacred ground in many ways and such things were not talked about.
Thank god, for that, she thought. If Paul ever found out about some of the shit that woman's done, it would just kill him, just kill him.
She glanced anxiously over to her man, leaning against the side of the car now, seemingly asleep. He looked so childlike, not at all the thirty-eight years that he was. She yearned to reach out and touch him, pull his weary head to her breast and hug him tightly, comfort him in his lonely hours.
But as the good secretary that she was, she did nothing but try and arrange some papers for him to read, juggle his schedule to accomodate the turn of events that were leading him to head home for a speech he didn't want to give, but would because he'd given his word, people were counting on him and Paul Garnner rarely, and never on purpose, broke his word.
They drove steadily through the streets, the sun sinking slowly into the horizon, throwing a bright red and orange cast over the city.
"Paul? Paul, do you want to go home or what?" Mary asked him softly, touching his shoulder lightly.
Garnner shook his head and sat up in the seat. "What? Oh, I'm sorry, I must have dozed off. What were you saying?"
"I was asking you if you wanted to go home?"
"God, I don't know. I'm really tired. I feel like taking you out to dinner or something to celebrate, but man I am done in."
"Listen, I have some food at my place, let's go there and I'll cook you a dinner for a change. You haven't eaten anything decent in weeks."
"That sounds fine, I hate to put you to the trouble, but..."
"Oh, hell, I'd love to do it. Really, come on, Paul."
"Okay, okay, Mary, you'd think I was a movie star you were luring up to your apartment or something."
"No, you're better."
Paul looked at her strangely then chuckled to himself, leaning his head back and closing his eyes once more.
Mary had to wake him up when they reached her apartment building. He had fallen asleep again and though she hated to wake him, there was nothing else she could do and she was determined that he would eat a good meal tonight.
He followed her sleepily up the stairs into her apartment and flopped down on a couch while she made them drinks. She brought him his and sat down in a chair across from him. He smiled and tipped the glass to his lips in a toast.
"To our success."
"Yes, our success," she nodded, pouring some of the harsh, burning liquor down her throat, feeling the pleasurable fire it created cut its way to her belly.
He lit cigarettes and handed one to her leaning forward on the couch and across the table to hand it to her. She touched his hand briefly and felt a small tingle in her loins. She smoothed her skirt out and sat primly across from him, drinking slowly and smoking hurriedly.
Paul watched her as closely as if he were trying to figure out what she was thinking, and his careful observance of her made her nervous.
She didn't want her feelings known.
She stood up, stabbing out her smoke and said, "What do you like for dinner, meat or fowl?"
She nodded and left the room, hurrying into the kitchen. She tied an apron around her waist and set about preparing the meal. She settled on corn for a vegetable and a salad to start. When she had the corn boiling slowly in a small saucepan she tossed the salad, poured some oil over it and carried it into her small dining room. Then she threw the steaks on under a low broiler and opened a bottle of wine.
She called Paul to the small dining room and filled their glasses.
"Pretty fancy," he remarked and she laughed.
"Let's just eat."
He nodded and sat down, digging into his salad. "Good idea, I'm starving."
They hurried through the dinner, each of them finding out that they were a lot hungrier than they had realized. When they finished off the last bits of their steaks, Mary poured them brandy and they sat back at the table, relaxing and sipping the liquor slowly.
"Good meal, very good, thank you, Mary."
"Anything for you, Paul. I hate to see you over worked and underfed."
"There are compensations."
"Not many, I know."
"One of them is you. You've been my tower of strength these last months, Mary. I don't know how I would have gotten through without you."
"You would have, Paul. I know you would have."
"Perhaps, but I don't think so." "Let's take our brandy into the living room."
He followed her to the room and sat on the couch. She sat down next to him, a few feet away and curled her legs up underneath her. "It's been one hell of a time for both of us, but now that it's over, I feel it was worth everything," Paul said.
"I think so too."
She edged closer to him on the couch and Paul felt the warmth of her body nearing him. It had been so long since he'd had a woman, Fay had stopped sleeping with him months ago, and he was becoming quite aware that this girl was arousing him.
Something told him he should finish his brandy and leave quickly before he did something he might regret, but an invisible force was holding him there. He was enjoying this too much to run away from it. He felt Mary's hand on his arm and he turned to look in her eyes.
"You are very beautiful, did I ever tell you that?"
She smiled, "No, you're not given to lying, but I thank you for it now, anyway."
She set her glass down on the coffee table and put one of her hands to Paul's head, running her fingers slowly through his hair.
"You look so tired, so beat up."
"I'm okay, Mary, a little worn-out, yes, but I'm all right."
"Does your neck hurt?"
He nodded, he always seemed to be getting aching in his neck, an old problem that had nagged him for years. "Yeah, a little. I should go to a doctor to check it out, but who has the time?"
"Turn your head away from me and I'll massage it," she said.
She put her two hands to his shoulders and dug her fingers into his flesh. She kneaded the base of his neck roughly, pulling at the taut muscles until they relaxed. Harder and harder she pushed and pulled at his skin, feeling him relax and come loose under the constant, moving pressure of her fingers.
He dropped his head forward, his chin resting on his chest and she moved her hand steadily up his neck, rolling her fingers back and forth, massaging every bit of the area.
He sighed loudly and rocked his head from side to side as she pulled on him and pushed him back and forth. "That's good, that feels great. You're magic!" he told her.
She laughed quietly and bent forward, pressing her lips to his neck. She kissed him lightly, running her mouth up and down his neck until he shuddered and sighed heavily. She wrapped her arms around him and hugged him to her chest tightly. He could feel her breasts heaving up and down under her dress excitedly. He leaned his head back and she twisted hers around to kiss his cheek.
"Paul, Paul," she moaned, "Kiss me, Paul, kiss me please!"
He turned around and faced her, taking her head in his hands and bent forward. His mouth touched hers and their lips locked together tightly. He slipped his tongue between her teeth and rolled it around her own, darting and stabbing out wildly, while she crushed his body to hers and nibbled at his lips with her teeth.
A fiery, urgent heat was rising from their bodies. Their clothes felt heavy on their skin as the excited, hungry sweat began to pour from the bodies and dampen their clothing.
"Mary, Mary," groaned, Paul, "Mary, I need you so much."
She mashed her lips against his mouth and reached down, taking one of his hands in her own and pressing it against her breast. She rolled his palm around on her trembling tit then let go of the hand as he continued the motion on his own.
She dropped the hand to his lap and began to rub his thighs wildly. He groaned loudly as her pleasure-prone fingers tickled his dick, sending spasms of warm, liquid delight racing through his flesh. His cock grew stiff and hard under her kneading fingers until it strained " against the confines of his pants.
"Paul, Paul, Paul, suck my tits, suck them, bite them!" Mary groaned.
He slipped open the zipper on the back of her dress and pulled the garment down to her waist. His fingers slid around her back as he dropped his head to the top of her tits and began kissing them hungrily. He fumbled with the catch on her bra until it popped open and she lowered her arms to let the soft undergarment slip away from her.
His mouth locked onto her breast and he rolled the soft globe around with his lips, stinging it with his tongue, lapping at her nipple until the tiny bud grew in pleasurable greed. He rolled the hard knob around in his mouth, nipping at it with his teeth, pulling on it until it was as firm as a rock.
Mary slid the zipper down on his pants and pulled his cock from inside them. It was firm and hard in her hand and she looked down at it lovingly.
"It's so beautiful!" she cried, softly.
She ran her fingers lightly up and down the warm shaft, tracing a path with her nails as she slowly stroked him into a hot, frenzy of wanting.
He moaned softly as he felt her darting fingers pulled at his throbbing prick, kneading the shaft and using her thumb to roll around the head, flicking it from side to side, bringing the boiling blood of passion higher and higher to the surface of his being.
"Oh, damn, damn, damn that's so good!" he groaned.
He locked his mouth on her tit again and began sucking the breast into his mouth. He licked the entire surface of the jutting, firm rock, making Mary shake her head wildly and roll her body back and forth in a spasmodic frenzy of pleasure.
"Do it, Paul! Do it!" she grunted, while her lightning fingers locked hold of his prick and pumped wildly on it.
He bit at the nipple snapping it tightly between his teeth, shaking his head from side to side feeling the heavy laden breasts hobbling madly between his face. He slid one of his hands down to her soft, stockinged leg and slowly ran his hand up and down the covered flesh. He rolled his fingers around her ankle then ran his hand up slowly to her thigh. He squeezed the soft flesh and felt the heat rising from her cunt. His fingers slithered beneath her panties and touched the moist box lightly.
"Ohhh Paul," she groaned as he touched the little pink box, tracing a soft line up and down the length of it.
He slipped a single finger a little ways into her hot pussy and pulled it back out again. Her cunt muscles snapped at the digit, trying to pull it back inside and he chuckled softly, slipping it in again and turning it around and around inside of her damp love-pit.
In and out went the probing digit, hot spasms of hungering wanting shot through Mary's loins. She could feel her whole cunt exploding with the burning fire of lust. The cunt-juice began to flow from her organs. Thick rivers of lust began to pour out of her, soaking Paul's hand.
She pumped wildly on his prick now, sliding her hand up and down the length of his aching shaft. The cock was vibrating madly in her grip, waving back and forth with a will of it's own.
"More, I want more," she moaned. "Give me more, Paul!"
He pushed another finger into her and spread her pussy lips wide, pumping them in and out of her cunt at a wild pace. His thumb found the small, tiny nut of her clit and he pressed it harshly, springing the little acorn of joy to life, making her cry out in passion as the fiery darts of lust slashed through her loins.
Mary groaned and locked her fingers tightly around his throbbing prick. She pulled at it wildly, rocking it from side to side. Her fingers slashed at the burning flesh, the hot blood racing through his shaft, engorging his knobbed head and turning the warm flesh into a hot staff of flaming delight.
"Mary, Mary, Mary! It's so good, honey, so good!"
She dropped her head to his prick and slid off the couch. All she wanted right then was to suck hard on that strong steel-like rod. She stuffed the huge member into her mouth, rolling her lips over the tip, sliding her teeth along the length of it until it was buried deep into her throat. She began to make noises with her voice-box, the vibrations driving him mad.
She pumped her mouth up and down on his wild wang, lips tracing furrows of hungry lust over him, teeth locking on to his blood-racing flesh, tongue licking and stabbing at the head, jamming open the slit and slithering a little inside, her whole mouth sucking wildly at him, trying to bring his frenzied orgasm closer and closer to the surface.
"Your cunt! I must suck your cunt!" he groaned and fell off of the couch, forcing her to the floor while he turned his body around and flipped up the hem of her dress exposing her strong, well rounded thighs.
He pulled her panties down her legs and tossed them away, ignoring her garter belt and pressing his face to her burning flesh. His tongue dove for her love- hole, digging between the folds of her pussy lips and burying itself inside her.
She squirmed against his lashing tongue and groaned uncontrollably. Her body lashed about beneath him and her mouth ate greedily at his prick.
Paul licked and lapped at her cunt with every bit of strength he could find. He pumped his prick in and out of the girl's wet, sucking mouth and gripped her ass with his fingers.
He pulled her cheeks wide apart and jammed a finger into her ass. She yelped with the pain-pleasure of it and wiggled her ass up to him so that he could force the digit in deeper.
She pulled her mouth from his cock and began licking his balls wildly. They were tight and heavy with the explosive lust he had buried in his loins and when she sucked them into her mouth he cried out in delight.
"Oh, yes, yes, yes! Suck my balls, Mary, suck them!"
She rolled the sack around in her mouth, sucking greedily on the hard, aching nuts, popping them back and forth between her cheeks, blowing on them and licking at them with her pointed dart of passion.
Paul groaned and shuddered and licked around her clit, stabbing at the little nut of lust, sucking it between his teeth and lapping at it with his hard tongue. She shuddered and rocked violently beneath him, her strong hips swinging round and round in a circle of wanting. She thrust her pussy up to his face and groaned passionately as he pushed his mouth against her and ate at her in a frenzied madness.
"Eat me, Paul! Eat me out until I'm dry!" she cried, throwing her crotch into his face, sucking harder and harder on his balls.
Paul sucked her pussy lips into his mouth and blew on the soaking, fiery flesh. The cunt-juice ran out of her and trickled down the side of his chin, he was sucking at her with all his power, his tongue was jabbing at the walls of her pussy and he could feel his plunging finger in her asshole through the walls of her inner flesh.
The intense agony of her pleasure was almost too much for Mary to bear. The hard, continual driving of his cock in her mouth, the blistering feel of his tongue, rough and raw, scraping the tender insides of her cunt, the harsh, pumping action of his finger in her asshole, all these combined to turn her flesh into a burning machine of passion. Fiery darts of sexual frenzy raced through her loins and the tiny explosions of lust began to build into larger and more potent bursts of love.
She bit at the nub of his cock, felt the hot blood rising in him, the prick beginning to swell out of proportion as the burning, needing fires of agony and pleasure steamed up from his loins and raced on higher and higher through the layers of his flesh.
Never before had such wild feelings of absolute hunger and needing sex release raced through her. Her only memories of sex had been dull and uninspired. But this, this was magic, this was power of cunt and cock she had never experienced before. She needed that strong cock inside of her she wanted it buried in her cunt, deep up to its hilt. She wanted to feel him pounding away at her and feel the deep, exploding bombs of orgasm go off in her cunt.
"Put it in me, Paul! Stick your hard cock in my cunt, now!" she screamed.
He twisted his body around until he was lying on top of her. He pressed his lips to hers and locked them together in a tight, deep-tongued kiss of burning desire. Her fingers hurried to his prick and pulled it to her cunt. She jammed it inside of her and threw her arms around his ass pulling him to her, forcing the hard shaft to bury itself in her cunt.
Paul groaned happily and slid himself in and out of her slowly. She threw her legs around him and gobbled at him with her cunt muscles.
"Fuck me hard, Paul! Fuck me hard!" she groaned.
He began to slam his prick in and out of her at an ever increasing rate. His balls slammed against her ass as his cock slithered in and out of her burning pussy, sending her quaking wildly and tossing her head from side to side as she muttered little groans of pleasure and bucked her hips up to meet his, locking her legs around him tightly, trying to draw his cock even deeper into her belly.
Back and forth they sent their flesh against one another. She was pouring out steaming cunt-juice that ran down their legs in thick full rivers of sticky pleasure liquid.
The orgasms mounted in them. The fiery desires raced to the surface of their loins. Mary rocked wildly back and forth beneath his charging cock and bit his shoulder in blinding passion.
"Oh Paul, Paul, Paul! I'm going to come, I'm going to come!" she cried and then shuddered violently beneath him as the exploding release burst from her and spread though her body.
Paul could feel the wet, burning come coat his prick, burning his thrusting prong until he felt he could not stand it. She locked her cunt muscles around him and pulled on his ever driving member until the light blinded before his eyes and a jet-stream of come burst up from his balls and shot out of his cock in a continuous spray of climax passion.
"Here I come, Mary! Ahhh! Arrggh! Ohhh! It feels so good to come in your cunt!"
He rocked on the floor wildly, thrusting his prick into her cruelly, .caring for nothing but the endless explosions that were tearing out of his prick, stinging, the insides of her cunt until she screamed with delight at the coursing liquid of pleasure that was mixing with her own.
Back and forth they rocked, squeezing the last final drops of come out of their bodies, pulling from deep in their loins until they were completely emptied of all orgasm. Then they lay quietly, sobbing for breath, completely spent.
After awhile, Paul rolled off of her and reached up to the coffee table, lit two cigarettes and handed one to her. She nestled her head on his shoulder and smoked in silence, a contented look on her face.
"That was good, Mary, the best I've ever had in fact." he said gruffly.
She laughed, "I don't believe that, but you're very nice."
"No, it was never like that with Fay. She never seemed to like fucking me."
She heard the sadness in his voice and hugged him. "I don't understand that, you're so gentle and so attentive."
"I don't think she wants someone like that, at least not in bed."
Mary shuddered a little, remembering the stories she'd heard. She snuggled in closer to him and sighed.
"Well, don't think about it now. Just think about how good it was with us."
He slipped his arm around her and hugged her to his chest. He patted her hair and kissed her forehead lightly. Then his hand slipped down to her tit and lay their, cupping the soft globe gently.
"I won't think about it. I'll just lay here and be with you."
"Yes," she whispered. "You don't have to do anything but that. Just lay here with me."
But another part of her was not there, it was where ever Fay Garnner was, hoping madly that she wasn't up to anything, fearing wildly that something dark and horrible might befall her Paul, knowing deep in her guts that if that were true, there was nothing she could do about it.
The neighborhood to which Mrs. Fay Garnner had taken her friends in the city of Langdon, the Capitol of the state, and the city where Governor Wilbur T. Roper held court, could not be described in any other terms but slum. Faded, crumbling buildings that housed more families that they could hold lined the block. People with nothing to do and nowhere to go sat on the steps and looked at the passing, expensive car with the well-to-do white women ride slowly by them.
The harsh light of overhead lamps burned cruelly down on these lost and broken people and they glared at the women and the car with eyes that were filled with hate and envy.
Mrs. Garnner's friends were nervous and uncomfortable driving through the area. Why did Fay have to bring them there, where they weren't wanted and they certainly, now that they'd had a look at the place, didn't want to be?
"Fay, where are we going?" one of them asked.
"Yes, don't you think it's a little dangerous for us to be here?" chimed in another.
"Oh shut up!" laughed Fay Garnner. "You never want to do anything that's exciting. I'm trying to make you aware of other people and how they live, aren't you the least bit interested?"
"Well, we have been here for the better part of an hour. Don't you think you could conclude the tour and take us somewhere where we belong now?"
"Oh, hell, Sylvia, you are such a bore! What's the matter, do you think one of those big, black bucks is going to jump into the car and rape you? That's the last thing he'd have in mind if he saw you in the clear light of day."
"Even so, my dear, there is no reason for us to be here. We have our own kind, and we belong with them."
"Those deadheads? I'd rather sit home and watch the tube for as much as they could excite me. Now really, girls, doesn't all this naked passion, this unbridled power turn you on?"
"It only upsets me and makes me want to get back home where I feel safe."
"Well, too bad, girls, because here we are!" cried Fay, turning the car sharply to the curb and breaking it suddenly to a stop.
The three other women inside screamed at the violent action and shook uncontrollably as Fay laughed to see them so shaken up.
"Really, Fay, was that needed?"
"You need something scary get you off your dead ass, Sylvia."
"Well, I for one don't want to go in there."
"Then stay here, Lois, I don't give a damn," Fay said, climbing out of the car. Then she turned to them, tapping her foot to the music that drifted out of the bar she had parked in front of.
"Oh come on, girls, can't you hear that sound? Doesn't it just drive you crazy? Let's go!
She ran wildly up to the door of the place, the heavy odor of fried foods and flowing liquor fining her nostrils as she left the other women to decide whether or not to follow her.
She knew what she had to do.
She burst into the joint, throwing the door wide open and crying out, "Okay, boys, put them on the bar, Fay's here and she's ready to go!
A sea of black faces turned her way and in seconds most of them, those that knew her turned into grins.
"Well, what's you doin' momma, ain't seen you round here in a long time."
"Jackson, I am ready to go. Feeling good and ready to fly. Set them up, will you, I am dying of thirst." The bartender grinned and pulled down a bottle of gin. He tossed a few ice cubes in a glass and filled it half way to the top. Fay threw a twenty on the bar and drained the glass in one gulp. The men in the bar looked at each other in awe and turned back to see Fay slamming the bar with the palm of her hand.
"One more to get started, Jackson, and then I'll really begin drinking." she laughed.
She gathered her friends into the room and introduced them around to the men she knew. They hurried over to a small, corner table and sat uncomfortably while Fay ordered their drinks and talked with the men at the bar.
She was having a grand time, just talking away, jiving with each man, poking one in the ribs, tickling the chin of another. Two young men were sitting at the end of the bar, watching her with mean looks on their faces. One of them, Jason nudged a man next to him and asked who the woman was.
"Name's Fay, Fay Garnner. Comes in every once in awhile, spends a lot of money. Likes to rub shoulders with the poor, I guess."
"That white-ass bitch, who she to be rubbing our noses in it?"
"She okay, she nice lady. Likes us black folk."
"She taste some of my black meat in the alley, she don't watch it." "You don't need no alley, son." "What you mean?"
"You wait and see, you new here, she'll get around to you."
Fay jumped around the bar, talking and laughing, totally ignoring her friends who were sitting frightened and nervous at being here in the middle of no man's land with their crazy friend and a bunch of hard looking men. To a one they wished she would hurry up and get bored of these primitives and take them back to where they belonged.
Fay wandered over to where the young man Jason was sitting and fixed her gaze on him. "New talent, huh?" she said.
"What you want white lady?"
"Don't be so rude, let me buy you a drink."
"I don't let no sister buy me no drink, I sure as hell wouldn't let no honky do it."
"Independent, huh? I like that."
"I'm happy for you."
"Shit! Why don't you go someplace else, bitch, leave us alone. You come round here, flashing your money and white skin, you gonna get in trouble."
"No way, I'm too friendly."
"That's what you are, too friendly."
Fay stepped back and looked the young man up and down. She cocked her head and smiled to herself. She nodded and reached into her purse. She took out an envelope and turned away from the young man. Jason muttered disgustedly under his breath and turned his head to the bar. In a few moments Fay's hand grabbed his sleeve and pulled him back to face her.
She handed him the envelope and tapped the address she had written there. "Be there in an hour," she told him and then walked away.
She went over to her table of friends and waved them to their feet.
"Come on girls, time to go home. Your husbands will be worried sick, if they haven't gotten sick from too many drinks by now."
They filed out of the bar, the woman almost pushing each other out of the way to leave the place and Fay waved a final goodbye then disappeared out the door with the rest of them.
Jason looked at the address on the envelope and grunted, then he opened it up and found a crisp new hundred dollar bill inside. He grinned and shook his head, the evening might turn out to be fun after all.
Western Drive was a very plush part of town. Only those that could afford fifty thousand dollar down payments on houses lived there. The streets were well kept, clean from even the smallest speck of Utter. The homes were huge and stately and the cars that lined the driveways were brand new, each of them a current model.
Jason pushed his battered, sixty-five Ford slowly along the oval drive, looking at the houses, trying to find the number written on the envelope.
"Man, this is some area," his friend said, shaking his head and whistling.
"Fuck that shit! You see the fucking place yet."
"No man, I ain't... wait a minute, there it is. Damn, man, look at that!"
It was a four story, remodeled house, built in the late eighteen hundreds. It far out shined most of the newer homes. Jason parked his car behind the one sitting in the drive-way and got out.
"Want to lock it, man?" his friend asked.
"Here, you got to be kidding. This fucking place must be patrolled every hour. What I got to steal, anyway? Come on, let's get inside this joint before some fucking cop comes along and arrests us just for being here."
They walked up the wide path leading to the huge double front doors and when they got there, Jason pressed the door bell. A clanging sound of chimes echoed from the inside and in moments Fay Garnner answered the door, looking back and forth between the two of them.
"Come on in," she said, grinning. "Who's your friend?" "Clyde."
"We stick together."
"Fine with me, the more the merrier."
She lead them into a large living room and poured them glasses of aged wine. She sat on a long couch while they settled into small but comfortable chairs.
"What you got us here for, lady?" Clyde asked.
"Shut up, mother, I know why we're here, don't I bitch?"
Fay smiled, "You always such a tough guy?" she asked.
"What ever way you want it, bitch."
"Well, if you know why you're here, there's no sense in fooling around is there?"
"Nope."
Jason got up from the chair and walked over to where Fay was sitting. He slapped her across the face, knocking her down on the couch, the drink flying from her hand.
Fay uttered a small sound of pain then sat up as he reached down and grabbed her by the chin roughly. He pulled her head to his and mashed his mouth down on hers. She struggled against his painful grip, feeling his slashing tongue dig between her teeth and bury itself inside of her mouth.
He clapped his hand over her breast and squeezed her tit, crushing it under his strong palm. She moaned as he rocked her head back and forth, sticking his tongue down her throat, making her gag and thrash wildly for air.
"Like that bitch? Like it? There's more to come, you stinking white cunt!"
He locked his fingers on the top of her dress and tore downward, pulling the thin fabric away from her body. Her big breasts fell out and downward, heaving up and down rapidly as he tossed the destroyed garment off to one side. He picked her up on her feet and jammed his hand down to her crotch. Fay moaned passionately as he slipped his hand between her legs and began forcing his fingers into her pussy.
His mouth crushed her lips, his teeth digging into the soft folds of her skin, while one hand rolled itself over her tits, pinching and pulling at her swollen nipples.
"Oh hurt me, hurt me!" she moaned.
"That's what I'm gonna do, bitch, that's exactly what I'm gonna do!"
He clamped his hand down harder on her tit and rolled the aching nipple back and forth with his thumb. Fay groaned as his other hand kneaded and pulled at her pussy, the strong, knobby fingers jamming deep inside of her, pulling the folds of her pussy lips wide apart.
She slammed her mouth on his and sucked his lips into her oral cavity. She licked at them greedily and bit down on them with her teeth. She was thrusting her body against him wildly, rocking back and forth, moaning in loud, grunting passion.
Her hand slid down his pants and locked on to his dick, rubbing up and down the length of it, straining against the folds of his clothing. She pulled at it and moaned, wanting that huge cock to be somewhere inside of her body.
"Give it to me!" she cried. "Give me that big cock."
"Down on your knees, whore!" shouted Jason.
"Oh yes, yes, yes!"
Fay fell to her knees and fumbled with his zipper until she could pull the throbbing prick from his pants. The hard, musky male odor rose up from him and she ran the long dong up and down her cheek, kissing it lightly and squeezing his balls with her hands.
"Suck my balls bitch!" Jason commanded.
Fay ran her mouth off his swinging prick and down to the heavy, black sack that hung beneath his steel-like rod. She began to lick the sack over and over, tracing urgent paths with her tongue, sucking the balls with her lips until Jason was rocking back and forth above her, the heat and fire building rapidly in his loins.
Fay sucked on his heavy sack and popped it in her mouth. She ran her tongue round and round the thick, burning nuts, tossing them back and forth in her mouth, sucking on them heatedly, her hands going to his ass and pulling his crotch to her face.
"That's it, bitch, that's it. Suck me, momma suck me!"
She dug her nails into his thighs and rattled the balls around in her mouth. His hand was on her head and he was pulling her hair, cruelly, tossing her head back and forth.
"Hum me a tune, bitch. Sing a song and roll those balls!" he told her.
She began to hum a song and he rocked back and forth wildly. She increased her pressure in singing the song and sucked on the balls with all her might.
Jason moaned in ecstasy and pulled her head closer to him. He reached down and squeezed her breasts, pulling on the nipples, turning them bright red under his insistent hands.
"Suck my cock, bitch, suck it now!" he cried. Fay popped the balls out of her mouth and seized his prick in her hands. She ran her mouth up and over the swollen joint, licking at it fiercely with her tongue, running her lips up and over the throbbing shaft, reaching the tip and licking at it wildly, a small drop of come forming at the head. She licked it off and swallowed it happily then dropped her mouth over the engorged head, sliding the shaft deep into her throat.
"Hot damn!" shouted Jason, pumping her head up and down with his hands.
She bit and nipped at him wildly, her teeth scraped across his flesh sending wild fires of lust racing through his burning flesh. He moaned and rocked on his heels, twisting her head from side to side, forcing his ramming meat deeper into her throat.
She was thrilled at the feeling of his hard, giant cock buried into her mouth. She pumped up and down on it, sucking on it wildly, eating at the taut, fiery black flesh, nibbling at his head and licking at the inner rim.
"Oh, that's good, that's good! You suck good cock, bitch!" cried Jason. "But I know you want something more than that."
He waved to his friend Clyde, still sitting on the couch, watching all of this take place, a growing hard-on aching to get out of his pants and into some pussy.
"Come here, Clyde, come here! This bitch wants it bad!"
Clyde got up from the chair and came over to them. He lifted Fay up so that she was on her hands and knees and began rubbing her pussy with his fingers.
Fay shivered uncontrollably and pumped her mouth up and down even faster on Jason's cock, while she wiggled her ass closer to Clyde's active hands.
Clyde pulled his prick from his pants and lowered it to Fay's cunt. He slipped it inside of her and the woman groaned with pleasure. He slammed his body forward and drove his cock deep into her love-pit. The heavy, filling feeling of the strong plunging shaft made her pant with delight and suck even harder on Jason's cock.
Jason groaned and tossed his head from side to side, the feeling of the woman's tight, sucking lips on his prick was sending wild, stinging darts of heavy come- lust through his system. He shook his head from side to side and pumped his prick harder into the woman's mouth.
Faster and faster his cock thrust between her powerful jaws. It seemed that she could suck harder and better than anyone he had known before. He locked his hands on her head and pulled her tighter to his cock. Forcing her to take the full length of his prick deep into her mouth.
He watched Clyde pumping wildly in and out of Fay's cunt, the noisy slurping of the cunt-juice spurting out of her echoed through the room. He saw Clyde's happy face and saw the man tensing up for an explosion of orgasm.
"No, Clyde!" he yelled. "In the ass, fuck her in the ass!"
Clyde pulled his throbbing cock from Fay's palpitating cunt and wrapped his fingers around her cheeks. He pulled her asshole wide open as far as he could and jammed his wet, dripping cock into the woman's gaping canal.
Fay screamed in pain and pleasure as she felt the strong, driving dick force its way far into her asshole, pushing the folds of her flesh wide, digging hard inside of her.
The huge cock slammed in and out of her at an incredible rate. It buried itself inside of her hole, digging in deeper and deeper until it felt as if she could feel it in her throat along with Jason's.
Back and forth the two men worked on her flesh. Their cocks plunged in and out of her mouth and asshole in a frenzy of fuck-hunger and come-wanting. Fay was being battered and bruised at both ends, and loving all of it.
She could feel Jason tense his legs and feel his hard prick growing and growing until it seemed to burst.
"Get ready you white bitch, I'm going to come in your mouth!" he screamed and a sudden, exploding jet of burning come shot from out of his prick and rammed its way deep into her belly.
She sucked madly on the quaking, thrusting prick, trying to suck the come out of him furiously. Jason slammed his prick deep into her throat and jerked his body wildly to come more and more into her silken passage.
Clyde's prick shuddered inside of her asshole and tore in and out of her without letting up. He bucked and swayed on the edge of her hole, jamming his prick in and out of her harder and harder, she could feel the cock burning with racing blood, plunging as far as he could, burying his, prick in the deepest recesses of her aching, burning pit.
"I love coming in bitches asses!" cried Clyde. "Here I comeee!"
A fiery liquid seemed to fill her up as he plunged violently in her and his prick exploded jets of come into her, his cock slamming harder and harder, back and forth, while Clyde moaned with passion and release and held her hips tightly so she could not get away.
The men shuddered violently a couple of more times then Clyde fell away from her grunting and moaning and making a loud smacking sound as his cock popped out of her asshole.
Jason fell back on the couch and she followed his prick there, licking at it wildly, slurping up the last drops of come from his head and swallowing them greedily. Finally she flopped on the floor and sighed, her breath coming rapidly and laboriously.
"Boy, that was great!" she laughed. "That was fantastic."
"Glad you liked it cunt, now how about some more money?" Jason told her buckling up his belt.
Fay dragged herself to her feet and went over to her purse on a small stand by the living room door. She took out two more bills and pressed them into Jason's hand.
He looked down at them and then shook his head, reaching past her and digging into her purse until he found her wallet. He removed all the money she had and then patted her cheek.
She laughed and walked them to the front door of the house.
"Thank's for coming, I enjoyed every minute of it," she told them. She watched them walk down to their car and drive away then returned to the house and went to bed, feeling happy and fulfilled as her husband could never make her feel.
"Man, that was some crazy bitch!" Clyde said, "But the money was nice."
"White bitches are always crazy," muttered Jason, tooling the car on to the main stream of traffic and pointing it back toward the slums. He patted the side of his pocket and smiled to himself, reaching down and pulling a cigarette from his shirt pocket. He lit it up and leaned back in the car, smoking happily, a good nights work completed.
White Bitches, Jason thought, the rougher you handle them the more shit you force them to eat, the hotter they get. He'd think up something really good for this bitch next time.
CHAPTER THREE
Jack Newman used to be a great reporter. He had been regarded as one of the real up-and-comers. His future was indeed rosy. Every step he took was three times the leap of his colleagues. In a short period of five years he became the top man on his paper's staff. He was supposed to make it before he was thirty.
He didn't.
He made one quick, fatal fall into the bottomless pit of alcohol and that was that.
Some say it was his wife leaving him, others said that he just couldn't cope with all the lies and corruption he'd encountered in government. Whatever it was, it had done the trick. Jack Newman went from top reporter to nothing in just a few short months.
Now he was reduced to covering small time crime stories. Even at that he could barely make his deadlines, but he was lucky in that a lot of cops liked him and would feed him facts that other reporters would have had to dig out. That gave him enough time to file his story and also more time to drink.
He liked that.
Right now he was sitting in the Golden Lounge nursing an over-priced beer, hardly watching the show that was going on across the room from him. This was a topless, bottomless joint that featured the sexiest acts in town. The girls really put it all out front here and they gave you your money's worth. Which was probably the reason that it was about to be busted.
Jack had gotten the tip from the detective who was going to be in charge of the raid. Lt. Michels admitted to Jack earlier in the day that he didn't see any reason for shutting down a place that had less trouble than a lot of others but he couldn't do anything about it. He wanted Jack to be there when it came down because he wanted the papers to get it right and he knew Jack would see to that.
A voice came booming over the loudspeaker, interrupting the song that was playing. "Hey, hey, hey, folks! This is it, the head-liner of the evening, Miss Vicky! Let's give her a great big hand."
The crowd burst into applause and cheering wildly and Jack nodded to himself and raised his glass to the young girl that was entering the stage, bathed in a blue and red spotlight.
Miss Vicky walked to the edge of the stage and turned left-to-right, grinning at the crowd then unclasped a cape and let it slide to the floor. She was wearing very high heels but walking quite steadily on them as she wandered back and forth across the length of the wooden platform, letting everybody get a good look at her in her sheer, see-through gown.
She turned slowly on her heels, running her hands over her breasts, down her belly to her crotch. She cupped her own pussy and smiled at the crowd, running her tongue over her lips making them glisten in the smoky glow of the spotlights.
She ran her hand over her chest once again and did a slow, dipping turn, running her fingers back down her body, unzipping the hidden clasp, turning back to face the crowd, holding the garment to her body, then throwing it wildly away from her.
The crowd cheered as she strutted up and down the stage, her breasts jutting out against the flimsy bra, her cunt-hair curling up around the edges of her G- string.
She bounced across the stage, picking up the beat of the music, throwing her tits back and forth to the crowd. They were screaming madly as she reached behind her back and unhooked the bra, flinging it into the crowd.
She cupped her breasts and rubbed her nipples until they stood up like two bright cherries and she wiggled them to and fro.
The music took on a more rhythmic beat and she began rubbing her fingers up and down her thighs. She slipped her fingers inside of the G-string and snapped it back and forth in front of the audience, exciting them, urging them on.
"Take it off!" cried a man in the audience.
"Go to it baby!" shouted another.
She grinned and slithered her hands into the cup of the G-string, rubbing her pussy behind the tiny garment. She pushed backward and forward on it then suddenly spun around snapping the restraining hooks and holding it over her head, her back to the crowd.
They screamed wildly and she began rolling her ass around, swaying back and forth, her one hand over her head, the other hidden down by her cunt, a finger sliding up and under her to poke at her asshole.
"Turn around, let's see it!" screamed someone and she spun suddenly back around and planted her feet in front of them, her hand hiding the line of her box.
She rolled her hand around on her love mound, slipping a finger inside of her self, her mouth opening and closing, her eyes shut tight, while she rocked back and forth on her heels and tossed her head wildly as if in a frenzy of passion.
She took her hand away from her cunt and jutted her body out to the crowd, gyrating her hips in a slow circle, snapping at them with her gaping pussy.
They laughed and cheered in delight as she swayed from side to side and pursed her lips and batted her eyelashes at them. It was truly no wonder that Miss Vicky was the star of the show.
Jack watched the girl doing, her act with an amused smile on her face. The girl was quite good. She moved her body well and he could bet that she had a bit of training before turning to this kind of dancing. Too bad she'd have a record in just an hour or so.
He checked his watch, the cops were scheduled to hit the place at about ten- thirty, his time piece read ten-ten. He asked the bartender what time it was and the man checked the bar clock for him. "Ten-fifteen, pal."
Jack nodded and ordered another. drink, might just as well have one for the road, he thought.
He turned his eyes back to the stage and resumed watching Miss Vicky, who was now writhing on the floor, running a thin fur-piece up and down the length of her cunt. He shook his head, this stuff was crazy.
"She thinks she's miss cunt," a girl's voice spoke.
He turned and saw a young woman of perhaps twenty-one or two sitting beside him. She was heavily made up and wearing a robe - clasped tightly around her full body. She obviously was one of the performers. "She does move well," Jack admitted.
"So do I, so do all of us, but she acts like her cunt is made of gold. Hell, we all know what this business is about, none of the rest of us pretend to be any better than the other, what's she got that's so special?"
"Maybe it's her communication with the audience."
"Shit! That and her golden pussy, huh?"
Jack laughed, the girl was amusing him. She seemed spunky. He liked that, if there was anything he couldn't stand, it was a woman who played the game of being helpless while twisting you around her finger at the same time. His wife had been like that, all smiles and weak-kneed while all the time...
Jack shook his head, he didn't like to remember his wife. He drank off half his drink and lit another cigarette. He offered the pack to the girl and she took one, jamming it between her lips and getting a light off his burning tube.
"Want to buy me a drink?" she asked him.
"Will it be a real one, or are they going to forget to put the booze in?"
She laughed. "They will if I tell them."
"Okay, but just one, I'm on a tight budget and I haven't any money to toss around. I'm just telling you so you won't waste time hustling me if that's what you have in mind."
"Say, you don't kid around, do you?"
"Why waste your time or mine?"
"Damn it, I like that. So many guys act like they want to be the big time spenders then suddenly, after you've blown a half-an-hour or more on them, they turn up short, crying about an empty wallet."
"I don't like bullshit in any form. Besides, I like the looks of you, I wouldn't want any misunderstandings between us."
"Mister, you're all right. I was going to put the hustle on you, just for the drinks, I don't trick, but now, the hell with it, I'll just enjoy my drink and your company."
"Good," Jack nodded then took the girl's order and gave it to the bartender.
They chatted for a few more minutes, Jack looking out of the window, over the heavy curtains from time to time, then he saw a police cruiser pull up and he stopped the girl in mid-conversation.
He got off his stool and grabbed her by the wrist.
"Hey, what is this?"
"Come on honey."
He pulled her off her stool and dragged her along the length of the back to the door leading to the back. They bumped into a couple of the girls backstage and the girl shrugged as they rushed along.
He reached the dressing room and pushed her inside. "Get your coat!" he hissed loudly.
"Why?"
"Don't ask questions, darling, just get your coat."
The girl shook her head and picked up a long, worn winter coat and a big, baggy purse and then followed him out the back door to the place. He lead her around the building to his car and sat her inside of it.
"Wait here," he told her and headed off back toward the bar.
"But what the hell..." she started to say, but he was all ready out of earshot.
A moment later the cops burst into the bar and began shouting and blowing their whistles. Jack followed them in, flashing his press card and taking out his notebook.
The place was going crazy, people trying to escape and being shoved back into a tighter growing circle by big, burly cops, while the women were screaming the the bartenders shaking their heads disgustedly.
Jack searched the room until he found the cop in charge of the raid. He walked over to him and the older man nodded and grinned. Jack ran his eyes over the room and perched himself up on a bar stool for a better view of the show.
"Say, this is better than what was on the stage, Michels," he laughed.
The cop grinned and sighed. "Jesus, Jack, I was wondering where you were."
"I slipped out the back just before you guys came roaring through the door. Didn't want to take any chances getting mistaken for a patron."
"Or having that little lady that you escorted to your car getting picked up either, huh?" "You saw."
"I ain't been a cop for fifteen years for nothing, Jack. But she wasn't in the building so I can't do anything about it."
"Seemed like a nice kid, didn't want to see her get a record."
"Always the crusader, huh, Jack?"
"I try, I try."
The big cop laughed and shook his head, then went back to his men and helped direct the ordering of people outside and into the waiting paddy wagons that would take them all down town.
Jack followed them outside and watched as they slowly, unhappily climbed into the big vans. He nudged Lt. Michels with his elbow and the cop turned and "looked at him questioningly.
"Quite a haul."
"Yeah, for a slow night."
"Got a statement?"
"Sure, the police are on duty, we've successfully busted another perverted sinner."
"Why, Lt., you really don't sound as if you like your job."
"Just between you and me, Jack, I could care less if these jokers want to spend their time and money watching some girl shake it. I could be put to better use, like catching crooks instead of voyeurs."
"You sound like a man with a mission."
"That's all off the record, Jack, print a word of it and I have you writing the lonely hearts column."
"I get your drift. Anybody important in this bunch?" "I don't think so."
"Well, listen, do me a favor, I have to run the young lady home, if anything exciting comes out of this, give me a call, will you?"
Lt. Michels grinned and nodded. "Good luck," he said, turning back to his job.
Jack told him thanks and walked back over to his car. He opened the driver's side and got in beside the girl. He slipped his key into the slot and turned the engine over, then slid into the mainstream of traffic, heading away from the Golden Lounge.
"Where are you taking me?" the girl asked casually as if she really didn't care one way or the other.
"I assumed you wanted to go home."
"That would be nice."
"Then I'll take you home."
"What's it going to cost me?"
Jack laughed, shaking his head. "Very cheap, your company for the length of the ride. I'm not after anything."
"How'd you know that the place was going to be busted, you a cop or something?"
"Newspaperman, the guy running the show was a friend. He tipped me, I thought I'd get there and watch, get a story out of it and keep my editor happy."
"Well, I'll be damned!"
"Lucky for you, huh?"
"What made you decide to save my ass in particular?"
"I liked your voice."
"Oh, shit, a romantic reporter no less."
"Fraid. so."
The girl leaned back in the seat and sighed. She searched in her purse until she came up with a pack of cigarettes and she lit one up.
She lay back, smiling.
She offered the pack to Jack, who declined, reaching in his pocket for one of his own.
"Where do you live?" he asked her after a moment.
"Fourteen, West twenty-third. Big building, nice looking, you can't miss it." "Fancy area."
The girl shrugged. "I make two-fifty a week, I can afford it."
"How do you like stripping?"
"Beats working as a grocery clerk. That's what I was doing before I came to the city. Sixty bucks a week and taxes besides, shit, what a life. Most of my friends are still doing that. Me, I don't even have to turn tricks and in a few years I'll have enough to open up my own shop." "What kind?"
"Who knows? Clothes, books, something. At least I'll be my own boss."
"Sounds good, hope you make it."
"I will, don't you worry."
She sounded very determined and Jack grinned to himself, having no doubt that with a little luck, the girl would do exactly what she said she would.
When they reached her building, Jack parked the car a few doors down from it and put the automobile in park, the engine idling irregularly from lack of attention.
"You want to come up?" she asked him.
Jack laughed and shook his head. "I told you you didn't owe me anything."
"Yeah, I know, but I like you, come on up and have a drink. It'll make me feel like I'm paying you back."
"Okay."
They took an elevator up to the top floor of the well-kept building and she lead him down a long narrow hall to her apartment. It was a small, two room place, neat and attractive. She sat him down on a couch and brought a bottle of wine from the kitchen, then she put a record on her stereo and sat down beside him.
"Might as well introduce ourselves, My name's Candy Delight, but it's really Ellen Moore."
"I like Ellen better. Mine's Jack Newman."
"That's easy to remember."
"Umm, sometimes I'd like to forget it."
"What's it like being a reporter?"
"About as up-lifting as a stripper I suppose, though it doesn't pay nearly as well."
Ellen laughed and drank some of her wine. They traded their life stories, Ellen coming from a small, conservative town to the big city where if she hadn't as yet found fame and fortune, she'd at least shrugged off some of the narrow minded hang-ups she came with.
Paul hurried through his story, avoiding his fall from grace and trying to seem as light hearted as the girl was, but in truth, she was making him a little depressed. She seemed so at peace with herself, while he was boiling with something dark and bitter inside.
He glanced at his watch and asked her for her telephone. "Have to call in my story," he explained.
He called his own telephone first, listening to the small recording device that relayed all the messages he'd received, nothing from Lt. Michels, only a few bill collectors asking angrily for their money, then he dialed his office and read the story off to one of the copyboys. That done he sighed heavily and sat back down on the couch.
Ellen watched as he took a large drink from his glass and then poured himself another.
"You have something on your mind?" she asked.
"No, why, do I look like I do?"
"Well, I'm no beauty queen, but the few men I have invited over here usually are going crazy to get into my pants by now, but you're acting as if you can't wait to leave."
He laughed sadly, "I'm not much of a guest, am I? No my dear it's not you at all."
"Don't you like girls?"
Jack laughed loudly at that. "Yes, I like girls, and no I'm not impotent, it's just that as I told you, I didn't rescue you to get laid." "I know that."
"And I'm not much with the lines either. I usually don't know where I stand with a woman so I don't try hard to find out. Can't be rejected that way."
"That's a good self-analysis of a defensive action, but you must be awfully frustrated most of the time." "I could say I do all right, but I won't lie." "Listen," Ellen said excitedly, "Let's fuck, you turn me on and I don't get turned on very often. Working at the Lounge kind of turns me off, if you know what I mean." "What about boyfriends?"
I'm not lonely so what do I need a steady boyfriend for."
"Makes sense," Jack agreed, nodding.
"Want to fuck?"
He smiled and nodded his head, "That would do fine."
She took him by the hand and lead him into a tiny bedroom off a narrow, short hallway. She sat him down on the bed and quickly removed her scanty costume.
Jack sucked in his breath excitedly as she stood before him, a small but full- bodied young woman. Her breasts were rising and falling with each breath, the full, heavy globes reminding him of twin moons, the dark spots of nipples like two dots in the sky. Her narrow waist flared into rich, tanned hips that tapered into her shapely thighs and well-formed legs. Her V-shaped mound had dark curly hair on it and a light, pleasing scent of woman flowed from her secret place.
She walked forward to him and lowered her head to his, rolling her lips lightly over his cheeks and mouth. She kissed her hungrily as if she were food that he had not tasted in a long time. She locked her mouth tightly to his and his tongue jabbed between her teeth, seeking hers greedily, wanting to taste her pink dart of love.
Her finger s ran over his chest, unbuttoning his shirt rapidly and pushing it back down over his arms. She locked him to her breasts, stabbing her taut nipples already growing with passion into his strong, male front.
"Lover," she whispered, "Lover, lover, lover."
They sucked at each other's lips passionately. Mouths rolling over mouths while his hands ran down to her tits and began cupping and stroking them, the tingle of his palms sliding over her nipples sending small spasms of hungry lust racing through her body.
He pinched and tweaked the rosy buds while the girl writhed in ecstasy as his attentive fingers twirled the rock-hard nipples back and forth, round and round in an increasing motion.
Her hands fell to his pants and she stroked his cock back and forth rapidly, feeling it grow hard and firm under her racing hands. She pulled at it under his pants and moaned softly as the strong shaft grew and grew and he began to groan with her vigorous loving.
He dropped his mouth to her, heaving tits and began kissing them wildly, his lips rolling over the soft, firm globes, sucking the nipples between his teeth, licking at them wildly with his tongue, sucking the full, damp tit into his mouth and shaking his head back and forth madly.
"Oh, Paul, Paul, Paul! Kiss them, kiss my tits!" Ellen groaned, grabbing his head and crushing it to her chest.
He slipped his arms around her and ran them down over her back, riding the sleek curve of her buttocks until he could cup them in both hands, lifting them up and sliding his fingers back and forth over the crack of her cheeks.
He slipped a finger down between them and wiggled it inside of her, turning it round and round, spreading the hole wider and wider. She was moaning wildly now, grunting with each plunge of his probing digit, turning her ass in circles to take more of the delightful finger into her bum.
"Feel good?" he whispered breathlessly.
"Oh yes, yes, yes," she sighed.
Harder and harder he pumped the finger in and out of her tight little asshole. It got wetter and wetter as her anal canal began to pour the sticky juice while his other hand slithered down under her and rested on her cunt, pulling and twisting the lips of her pussy until she moaned wildly and tossed her head from side to side in wild wanting.
Her fingers pulled at' his zipper until she dragged it open and jammed her hand inside of his pants, locking around his throbbing cock, yanking it out from its hiding place, letting it leap straight into the air and wave back and forth like the wand of a magician.
She slipped her fingers around it and began to slowly stroke it up and down, tracing lines across the warm flesh with her nails, thumbing the rich, thick head back and forth. The hard touch of her hand and the banging thud of her thumb made him shake with a fury and groan passionately as sharp arrows of burning lust slashed at his prick and made the blood race through his cock at an ever increasing rate. He wormed his finger up to her damp, burning clit and pressed at the tiny button with the tip. She quivered as if he had set off a small explosive charge inside her body and he rolled the tiny love-nub between his thumb and forefinger. She was making sharp, short noises of pleasure as his other finger jammed his way into her cunt, sliding in and out, spreading the pussy lips wide and then letting them close tightly around the probing digit.
"Do it to me! Do it to me!" she panted wildly.
Her hand tightened around his prick and she pulled the cock first one way then the other. His breath was coming rapidly, short bursts that spoke of mad passion and tension in his prick and balls waiting to be released.
"Ellen, Ellen, it's so good!" he moaned.
"Try this!" she cried.
She lowered her head and began licking his prick along the length of each side. Her snake-like tongue lathered him over and over and her little teeth bit at his aching flesh, pulling at the skin and nipping at it with wild fury.
Her tongue snapped and licked at his bulging head with an insane passion, she lowered her mouth and took the hard, throbbing cock into her sucking on the tip noisily, locking her teeth round the rim and pulling upward with her jaws.
"Oh damn, oh damn, damn, damn!" he grunted turning his head from side to side as if to shake off the yoke of ecstasy that encircled him.
He reached around her and lifted her up off the floor and fell back on the bed, her mouth still tightened around his prick. He positioned her body so that her cunt was right in front of his face, his nose nudging her taut little anal passage. He began to lick her thin pussy line in slow, measure strokes, each one sending her body shivering with delight and pleasure as his tongue traveled from her asshole to her clit and tickled the little bud with sharp rapid snaps.
"It's goood, good, goooood!" she cried, pressing her cunt down hard on his face. "Put your tongue in me, Jack, stick it in my pussy, please!"
He jammed the arrow of love through the wet, musky lips of her pussy and dug it around inside of her aching hole. She squirmed madly around on his face as he lathered her insides, lapping at either end of her cunt, his mouth sucking her lips between his teeth and nipping at them wildly.
He locked his hands behind her ass and pulled her cunt to him tightly. His tongue darted in and out of her cunt faster and faster, the warm, sticky juice pouring out of her in rivers of hot lust filled passion. She rolled her body back and forth and moaned in ecstasy as his hard arrow of passion buried itself in her pussy and twirled round and round inside of her.
She bobbed her head up and down on his cock, feeling the burning fires of come- wanting growing in his loins. Her fingers wrapped themselves around his balls and jerked up and down on them, pulling them from side to side, bouncing them about in the palms of her hands.
She jammed his thrusting prick deep into her throat and locked her muscles on it, pulling on his flesh wickedly, trying to urge that explosion of climax out of him.
"Your cunt," he moaned. "I want your warm cunt!"
She flipped off of him quickly and tossed over on her back, spreading her legs wide and eagerly pulling on his body.
"Yes, yes, fuck my cunt, fuck it hard!" she groaned.
He got on top of her and spread her legs over his shoulders. He bent down and pressed at her pussy with his dick, for a moment the thin vaginal line was closed tight, then he pressed forward a bit harder and the lips opened wide, accepting his strong shaft, her cunt muscles gobbling up his prick hungrily.
"Oh it feels so hard, strong and good inside of me!" she cried. "Stick it in deeper, stick it all the way in!"
He thrust forward and his throbbing shaft sunk deeper and deeper into her quivering love-pit. The entire length of his cock sunk into her, forcing her body down on the mattress, filling her womb up with his hard, steel-like rod of love.
He pulled his ass back and his cock slipped half-way out of her, she moaned at the loss of the massive shaft and thrust her hips up greedily trying to regain the length of it again. He pushed forward and buried himself into her once more, then began to pump in and out of her pussy, grunting with passion as waves of lust rolled over and through his cock and balls.
"Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" she groaned breathlessly.
He began to slam his cock in and out of her at a faster and faster rate. The strong staff plunged deep into her womb then slipped back out then jammed back inside of her again. Over and over he rammed his prick in and out of her. Her hair was damp to the roots, tossing wildly as she jerked her head back and forth on the pillow, her eyes shut tight, her hips rotating in a mad rhythm of lust that matched his own.
Up and down back and forth went their bodies, the hot, steaming passions of their flesh mingling into one solid orgasmic mass of pure fiery lust. The heat rose from their skin, the hot liquid pussy juice flowed from her cunt and dripped over their legs. Their breath was rapid and labored, their mouths rolled over each other, sucking madly, tonguing wildly as the burning desire climbed higher and higher in their bodies. "Oh! Oh! Ohhhhh! I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm cominggg!" cried Ellen, her body jerking wildly, her cunt muscles locking spasmodically around his hard, driving prick. The hot, steaming come surged out of her organs and splashed wetly against his slamming member.
She rolled back and forth wildly on the bed, so roughly that he was almost tossed off of her body. She threw her arms around him and pulled him tight to her breasts. Her cunt muscles worked rapidly on his plunging cock, trying to draw the orgasm out of him.
The racing fire of approaching come slashed through his balls and burned rapidly up to his dick. His whole cock felt as if it would explode if he didn't find release quickly.
"Oh, Ellen, Ellen, I'm going to come! I'm... I'm... I'm... oh, ahhh, Eiii!" he shouted and slammed his swollen prick deep into her cunt, the head bursting with flaming jets of hot, steaming come that raced into her womb, filling her cunt with hot, male fluid, mixing pleasurably with her own, sticky come.
Their bodies slammed together harder and harder, each of them trying to force the last bit of come-lust out of themselves. Finally they fell away from each other, exhausted and spent.
Jack slipped his arm around the girl's shoulder and drew her head to his chest. She sighed happily and curled her fingers around his still hard prick. In moments she was asleep, still holding the aching dong.
Jack closed his eyes and a calm, peaceful blackness took hold of him and for once he was able to drift off to sleep without wondering where he had gone wrong, and whether he would ever find that big story that would restore him to his former greatness.
They were like innocent babes, shed of the world weary facades that kept them each locked away into their self-made prison of self contempt.
CHAPTER FOUR
Governor Wilbur T. Roper felt good. He hasn't been happier. He was resting his feet up on his messy desk, leaning back in his chair, smoking a big cigar, glancing every now and then out the big window that faced his city and beyond it, his state.
Everything was running smoothly. The operation was coming along just as planned. In just a short while the project would be completed and then all he had to do was destroy the damn thing! The only problem he had was how to put that part of the plan in motion. Certainly everything was at his disposal, all the needed elements easily within reach, all that needed to be done was selecting the correct moment to strike.
Once he had figured that part out he would be ready. He would leap to the call and ram his way into the headlines. With this single stroke he would establish himself as a leader and go shooting upward like a skyrocket.
"President Roper," he muttered. "President Wilbur T. Roper," he laughed, loving the sound of it rolling across his tongue. "Sounds damn good!"
Ah, what sweet success was soon to be his. Not only would all his small, hidden fronts covered and would soon be making untold amounts of money, but he would be the well-deserved beneficiary of all that praise and media attention. He couldn't wait, he just couldn't wait.
The buzzer rang angrily on his desk, annoying him with its insistent shattering of his delightful dreaming. He pressed a fat finger down on the key and growled.
"What is it?"
"Mrs. Leaveler to see you, Sir." He shook his head wearily. Ron Leaveler was his press secretary, his wife Nancy was a real high-toned bitch who always acted snooty around him. He'd let it go for quite awhile but lately he'd been warning that she'd better get in line or he'd have to look for another job. He wondered what she wanted. Probably bitch at him for harassing her husband. Just let the cunt try that! He'd fire that gutless wonder in a minute. Leaveler wasn't worth two shits, always crying about not being told things that the press found out then hit him with at a conference. He'd told Leaveler that his job was to say what Roper wanted him to say and forget about anything else. Now here was his wife, probably all burned up over it.
He pressed the buzzer once again and said, sighing, "Send the cunt in."
The secretary let him know that she had heard him and then the small device went silent. Roper sighed and put his feet on the ground in front of him and started fishing around in the papers on his desk, trying to look busy.
A moment later the door opened and a tall, blond hair woman in her early thirties entered. She walked purposefully up to his desk and stood in front of it, waiting impatiently. She was tapping her fingernails on the top of the desk and finally Roper looked up and smiled.
"Nancy, how nice to see you, have a seat, will you?"
"Thank you, I'd rather stand."
"Why Nancy, what's wrong?" "You know damn well, what's wrong. You've made a fool of my husband often enough. Now you threaten him."
"I did no such thing, Nancy. I merely told him to take it easy and not be so upset by what the newspaper people do. He gets too emotional over these things. Those boys are just playing the game. It's my job to make the news, their job to bug me about it and Ron's job to explain it. It's as simple as that. He shouldn't let it bother him."
"How can he not be bothered when you lie to him as much as you do to the public." "Now, Nancy..."
"Now, Nancy, hell! The least you could do is let him know what tricky deal you've got up your sleeve so that he can figure out what to do when they hit him with something."
"Nancy..."
"I'm sick and tired of you treating Ron like he's shit!"
"And I'm sick and tired of your bitch!" roared Roper. "You listen to me your tight-assed cunt, that worthless little pussy you call a man is almost of no use to me these days. He's so fucking worried about his lily white ass that he falls apart every time some cheap-ass newsy sees a speck of dirt lying somewhere! Well I'm tired of it. Fuck him! Let him go suck an asshole someplace else, and you can get... Get the fuck out of my office. Go down the hall and tell that shithead I want to see him, now! I'm through with you small-time whores telling me what to do, why I took it from a cunt like you for so long I don't know. But it's finished, see, he's out and I mean out!"
"Yes, Damn it, how do you like that!"
"You can't fire him, it would kill him!"
"And you'd be out on your ass from that fancy apartment and all those swanky parties you throw too, wouldn't you?" Roper leaned back in his chair and smiled. It was fun watching the woman squirm.
The woman backed away from him, shattered and falling into a chair. She lowered her face to her hands and began sobbing uncontrollably. Her body shook with the racking sobs that came from her. Roper sat silently, the huge grin covering the width of his fat, piggy face.
Serves the bitch right, he thought, trying to fuck with me. I should have done this ages ago instead of taking all that crap from her. I've been too nice of a guy up 'til now. From now on, people around here are going to jump when I say jump, and when I say shit, they'll ask how much and what color!
Nancy Leaveler was crying wildly now, her whole being out of control as the horror of her husband's loss of a job had seeped into her mind and frightened her beyond her ability to cope with it. She could see her whole world falling away from her and she felt powerless to do anything about it.
What was she going to do? What?
"Please, please don't fire him," she moaned. "Please, please, please, don't do that."
"I'm sorry but my decision is final."
She leaped up from the chair and staggered over to his desk. Her hands fell flat on the top of the large table and she moaned and begged through her tears.
"Please. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have yelled, I don't know what came over me, but please, please don't fire him. I... we couldn't take that."
"It's too late, actually I had made the decision a few days ago but I was waiting for the right time, unfortunately you forced me to reveal it before I wanted to."
"Don't fire him, don't please don't."
"It's no use."
"I'll do anything, anything you ask but just don't fire him. I promise I'll never say another word."
She was leaning far over the desk now, her breasts heaving up and down under her tight dress. He could smell her expensive perfume and feel the excited heat that her fear created in her, rising from her body in this waves. She was almost beside herself with terror, her lips were moist and her eyes glassy. Roper looked at her intensely staring eyes, eyes that were pleading for mercy.
He smiled to himself, an idea coming to him, a vague, growing thought of how he could have some fun and put this bitch in her rightful place at the same time.
"I couldn't stand it, please, I'll do anything, anything," she repeated, her voice cracked at him. He rose from his chair without speaking and walked over to the door. He clicked the lock shut and then returned to where she was standing, her knees shaking, her eyes still wide with fear as she watched every move he made.
He took her by the shoulders and held her tightly in his hands. His eyes locked on hers and a cruel smile came over his lips. He looked up and down the length of her body and chuckled harshly.
"You say you would do anything."
"Yes," she said, nodding meekly, frightened of what he was going to ask her, knowing that it would be something horrible.
"Take off that dress. Very slowly."
He backed away and sat in a visitor's chair. Overhead the canned music was playing a slow, sensuous tune. "Do a strip for me," he commanded.
The woman sobbed, choking back her tears and began to move her body in time to the music. She ran her fingers down over her tits and belly as she had seen strippers do and turned in a little circle. She fumbled with the buttons on her dress until she got them opened, then she let the loose hanging garment fall to the floor in a puddle around her feet.
He hands went around her back and she touched her bra strap. She pulled on the hooks until they popped open then she sucked in her breath and let the garment fall away from her.
Roper's eyes went wide as he watched her full tits pop free of the bra and hang from her chest, the buried nipples rising slightly from the cool air in the room.
"Rub your tits," he said gruffly, "Make those little knobs stand up."
She cupped her breasts and rubbed at the nipples until they stood up from the flesh like two pink cherries. She continued rubbing them until they were swollen and red-raw, her heavy globes heaving with her fast paced breathing.
"The panties," croaked Grope, "Now the panties you cunt!"
She hooked her fingers in the hem of her silky underpants and slid them slowly down her stockinged legs. Her fingers ran back up her thighs and slowly rolled the stockings down, tossing them away from her.
"Now, now finger yourself, get yourself wet and ready!"
Nancy Leaveler felt a deep sickness in her belly at having this obscene man watch her masturbate, but she began to rub her pussy with as much passion as she could. She darted her fingers in and out of her dry cunt, pumping them in and out as fast as she could, trying to arouse herself if possible. Soon the dormant juices began to flow from her, running in small rivers down her thighs as a heated fire began to build in her loins.
She ran her finger over her swelling clit, rolling it around and around the tip of the love-bud, pinching it between thumb and forefinger until she began to moan with the pleasure she was creating in herself.
Roper watched her movements with intense concentration. He was aware of his cock, hard and stiff in his pants and he was stroking it lightly, keeping the low flame of his desire burning steadily through his lower body. The woman was really enjoying this, she was turning herself on, that was good, she would need it for what was going to happen next.
He got up from where he was sitting and walked over to her, kissing her roughly on the mouth, jamming his tongue into her oral cavity, the strong odor of his breath filling her nostrils, the harsh slash of his tongue burying itself in her throat making her gag. She fought against him and he squeezed her breast cruelly.
"Keep fingering yourself," he hissed.
Then he let go of her and strode swiftly over to the door leading to another room behind his office. He opened the door and called out a name softly and a huge Great Dane padded slowly into the room.
The dog was his only pet and he doted on it like it was a child. He fed it only the best and it went everywhere with him. Only trouble was, because he kept it so close to him all the time, the dog practically never got any sex.
It ran over to the woman, smelling female in the air and began jumping around her. She opened her eyes and pushed the insistent animal away from her. The dog was yelping wildly and trying to mount itself on one of her legs.
"Get him off!" she cried.
Roper smiled and walked over to her, pushing down on her shoulders. "On your knees," he growled.
She fell to the floor emitting a sob and the dog began to climb all over her. Grope pulled the animal back on all fours and took the woman by the hair, bending her head back so that she was looking up into his leering face.
"You said you'd do anything to save your husband's job, okay, Spike here ain't had no loving in a long time. Since there ain't any bitches around, you'll just have to do."
"Oh no, no, no!" she cried. "I couldn't, I couldn't."
"Do it or your husband goes."
He let go of her hair and the woman fell forward against the excited animal. She reached underneath him to touch his sex. It was still enclosed in its furry sheath and it felt strange and somehow disgusting to her touch. She had never touched an animal's sexual organ before and the barest contact with the hard- growing prick filled her with retching loathing.
"Stroke that boy's prick, stroke it!" commanded Roper.
She sobbed and began to pump up and down on the dog. The animal was shuddering violently, the heat of the woman's cunt exciting him as the heavy, musky odor of female filled his dog-nostrils. He lapped at her face wetly as his long cock slid in and out of the fur sack and Nancy stroked his bare prick.
She was pumping it back and forth wildly now, hoping the animal would come suddenly so she would be spared any further indignity. The long, smooth shaft was wet with secretions and the animal could hardly stand on his back legs he was so excited.
"Suck his cock!" growled Roper, pushing her head down.
She shook her head wildly, trying to get away from the animal's throbbing cock but it's waving tip struck her in the lips and Roper forced her mouth on to it.
"I said suck him, bitch!"
She groaned and took the tip of the animal's shaft into her mouth. It was fiery hot and racing blood jerked it from side to side as she slid it deeper into her mouth, sliding it down her throat then pulling her mouth back and over it.
"That's it bitch, give the doggie a good suck. Suck him hard!"
She buried the dog's cock in her mouth and locked her lips around the burning shaft. She pumped her mouth up and down on the throbbing prick, sucking wildly at it, trying to end this horror as quick as possible. The dog jumped wildly and tossed his body from side to side. Roper had to hold him still as Nancy's fast moving mouth excited him more and more. The dog yelped and barked in ecstasy and Nancy locked her teeth around the driving prick, urging the come to burst from him so that her nightmare of sexual degradation could be done with.
The cock seemed to swell too large in her mouth and once it popped out of her lips slapping her in the face as she hurried to jam it in her mouth once again.
Finally Roper grabbed her hair and pulled her mouth from the dog's wagging peter. He pushed her around until she was facing away from the animal then he helped Spike mount her, the dog barking and jumping around wildly, almost uncontrollable in his frenzied passion. "Stick him in your cunt, bitch!" he yelled at Nancy.
The poor woman reached behind her and took hold of the dog's waving cock and guided it to her cunt. The dog shuddered violently and jerked away, pumping madly at her asshole, banging his hard cock painfully against her tight hole.
"Help me," she moaned Roper steadied the dog and she quickly grabbed hold of the slamming shaft and guided it into her cunt. The dog thrust forward violently and began pumping madly in and out of her pussy.
She groaned as the massive shaft ripped in and out of her cunt, throwing her body forward violently with the driving power of his unchecked fucking. The dog was shaking wildly and yelping over and over as his huge prick slammed it's way into her cunt and back out again.
"That's it, bitch, fuck Spike, fuck him hard! Come on, fuck him!"
Nancy moaned and shut her eyes tight, backing into the plunging animal, locking her pussy muscles around his cock and thrusting her body back to meet his. Finally the dog shuddered violently and increased his speed to a fever pitch, and she could feel hot sprats of come blasting out of his cock, filling her pussy.
The dog shuddered and backed away from her jumping around crazily, yelping madly, licking her face. She fell forward and burst into tears once again, sobbing uncontrollably.
Roper grinned happily and petted Spike warmly, leading him back into the other room. He shut the door and walked back over to where Nancy lay moaning and crying on the floor.
He nudged her with his foot. "Get up," he said gruffly.
He walked behind his desk and sat back down in his big chair watching her slowly pull on her clothing. He was grinning widely as the broken woman slowly dragged herself to the door. She unlocked the latch and turned the knob.
"Nobody hears about this right?" Roper said.
"How could I ever tell anyone?" she sobbed then she hung her head and opened the door, slipping it closed behind her.
Roper laughed heartily, very satisfied with himself. He'd have no more trouble with that cunt!
A moment later his buzzer rang again and he pressed it, hearing his secretary inform him that Mr. Sadick was here to see him.
"Send him in, send him in!"
Sadick wandered though the door and flopped down in the visitor's chair lazily, pulling a crumpled pack of cigarettes and sticking one in his mouth. He reached under the seat of the chair and struck a wooden match, lifting the sparking flame to his cigarette then shaking it out and tossing it into an ashtray beside him.
"Well?" Roper said, when he had finished.
"Been nosing around, found out that bunch of punks that have been giving you trouble all along are planning something. Don't know what yet, probably a protest or some such shit."
Roper sighed, "Too bad they wouldn't do the job for us."
"Don't worry, boss, when I get done, they won't have to do a thing and they'll get all the credit for it."
"Yes," Roper said, smiling, "It is a great idea, isn't it?"
"Fucking genius, boss, just fucking genius.
You collect the gravy and they get the shit."
"Yes, one day soon the dam will suddenly be blown to pieces, people will die, property destroyed and the news will release evidence, carefully planted of course, that these young punks destroyed years of work and hundreds of lives for some revolutionary cause. We will hunt them down of course and there will be a fiery shootout, killing them all. Then we shall shake our heads sadly and turn our minds to the task of rebuilding. What a plan!" "And all the evidence of lousy construction and all the witnesses will be washed away, brilliant, boss, brillient!" Sadick laughed loudly.
"What a plan, what a fucking great plan!" said Roper, joining him in his laughter.
Joan Brando had a plan. Reports had come in to her from the various workings of the activists that something was amiss in the dam. No one knew as yet what it was, because no body was talking to a bunch of rag-tag college kids, but Joan Brando, with years of practice behind her knew that she could find out what she wanted. All that was needed was the right kind of persuasion applied to the correct source.
She and Marcie hopped in her van early that morning and drove the thirty miles or so to the site. They parked on top of the hill over looking the valley and gazed down on the budding homes just taking full shape below. The lawns were not finished yet and many homes had not even had their porches built nor their front steps, but people were living in them nonetheless.
Joan shook her head and sighed. Why anybody would want to live in a house that looked exactly like everybody else's for miles around she did not know, but she was of the mind of live and let live so she simply sighed and ignored the idea of it.
"What do you think?" asked Marcie, pointing to the dam.
"I think it stinks, but what else is new."
"I know, if it had a real point to it, I guess we wouldn't mind, but it doesn't seem to serve any useful purpose." "It serves one, I'm sure."
"What's that?"
"To line Roper's pocket. Come on, let's get down there."
They piled into her van and rolled down the side of the mountain until they reached the top of the dam. Men were working hard, putting the finishing touches on the great stone wall. The water was about three quarters to the top and gently waving up against the wall in slow, continuous patterns.
Joan parked the van a little ways back from the construction site and they got out, walking slowly toward a small group of working me.
"Just leave all the talking to me," Joan whispered to Marcie.
"Okay."
"Now remember what I told you, this may get heavy, we may have to pay a little for the information we want. Are you sure you can handle it?"
The younger girl gulped and nodded. "I'm ready. If we can bring down the corrupt government of Wilbur T. Roper, it's worth any price I might have to pay."
Joan squeezed the girl's arm. "Good, good. Just remember, whatever happens, I'll be there. What the hell, it won't be all bad."
"I know."
They reached a small group of men and Joan walked up to them, looking around and spying a young, well built man of about twenty-three with long hair and a thick beard. "Hi," she said, walking over to him. He put down his tool and looked her up and down. "Hi yourself."
"Just thought we'd take a look at what's going on here."
"Well, let me show you around, my name's Tony White, what's yours?" "Joan Brando and this is Marcie." Marcie nodded shyly and the young man smiled at her. He lead them along the narrow path that ran the top of the dam, telling them all about how it had been constructed, explaining the work and how it was done. Marcie acted properly impressed, tagging along behind them, while Joan asked probing and pointed questions about the construction, slyly leading the young man to the points she wanted to reach.
"There's a whole hell of a lot of water behind this mother," he exclaimed. "A whole fucking lake!"
"Is the dam strong enough to hold it all?" Joan asked.
"Hope to hell it is! Be a shitload of trouble if it can't, I'll tell you that."
"Yes, a lot of people would get killed if anything ever happened to it," Joan agreed.
"Let's hope nothing does," muttered the young man.
"That doesn't sound like you have a lot of confidence."
The young man looked at her strangely. "Say," he said guardedly, "You've been asking a lot of questions for a simple tourist. What's your angle, honey."
"I was thinking of moving here, I wanted to make sure it was safe."
"You moving here?" "Sure I am."
"Sister, I ain't the type to move here and you look a lot less straight than I do, come on spill it."
"Never mind," Joan said, turning away. "Come on Marcie, I guess he doesn't want to talk to us any more."
Tony White watched her slim, pert ass walking away from him and felt a flash of heat surge in his loins, he didn't want to let this one get away so soon.
"Wait a minute!" he called.
Joan turned. "Yes?"
He walked over to her quickly and whispered, "Listen, I can give you all the inside dope on this fucking place, but not here." He was watching his fellow workers nervously.
"Like what?"
"Not here, damn it, you want me to lose my damn job, if not my head! Come around to my place, eight-seven east fourteenth. About an hour, it'll be my lunch break."
"I don't know."
"Honey, it'll be worth it."
Joan looked at Marcie and shrugged as if she could care less and then turned back to the anxious young man.
"Alright, we'll be there."
"Good, good. See you later."
The girls bid a loud goodbye, thanking him for the tour and walked past the other men and up to the van. They jumped inside rapidly and Joan turned the engine over quickly. In a moment they were on their way back up the mountain road.
"Boy, I was scared there for a minute," said Marcie.
"Me too. But at least we have a contact."
"Do you think he really knows anything?"
Joan shook her head. "I can't tell. I can't figure out if he really has something to tell us, or if he just wants to get in our pants. But I'll tell you one thing, he did look scared about something."
"I know, he looked at those other men like they might kill him."
"From what I've heard of Roper, they probably would," Joan said, grimly.
They went and had cheeseburgers at a local fast-food drive-in and they took their time, finally arriving at Tony White's address a few minutes after the hour. They parked the van and walked up to the small, white house, knocking softly on the door. In a moment the young man opened it and ushered them inside.
"Want a beer or something?" he asked as they sat down on some pillows on the floor.
They said they would and he hurried off into the kitchen, returning with three cold cans. He handed one to each of them and flopped down on a pillow next to them. He reached behind a chair beside him and pulled out a small tin. From it he removed three joints of marijuana and lit them up without asking if they wanted any.
They passed the harsh tasting sticks around until they had been consumed then they all leaned back, he against the chair, they against the couch and sat quietly for a moment, letting the strong drug seep into their systems.
Finally Joan spoke. "It's very nice you're getting us high, but what about the dam."
Tony nodded. "Ill tell you. I've wanted to tell somebody about this for a long time, but I guess I either didn't give a fuck or maybe I just been too scared to, you know afraid of what might happen to me."
"What's so wrong that makes you so scared."
Tony took a deep breath. "Honey, I'll tell you, that fucking dam ain't going to last a year."
"What do you mean?"
"It's fucked up! They been cutting corners every which-way! Using bad cement, below standard beams. The whole thing's gonna go. "My god!"
"Really it's true, and it certainly sickens me to think of it, but if I spilled one word, bingo, I'd be one dead pigeon. These boys are tough, they don't fool around. If word ever got out everybody's ass would be in a sling, from my boss right on up to the Governor!"
Joan leaned forward, staring into Tony eyes intently. "Listen," she told him. We are trying to stop this madman from his constant grab for power. I'm not surprised that he'd resort to this."
"Sure," Tony nodded, "Hell, he has a piece of all the construction, why if something happened, he'd be rich on all the contracts he'd get for fixing everything right again."
"I know you can't speak, but have you any idea where we'd get any solid, material evidence against him?"
"Where?"
"His office, of course. He's a real sly one old Roper is, he's got it all written down someplace, you can bet that. He's gonna protect his ass against anybody chickening out, believe it."
Joan nodded. She turned to Marcie and said, "Then we have to get that information."
Tony sighed, "I don't know how you'll do it, but I wish you luck."
Joan put her hand to his arm and smiled. "Thanks a lot, Tony, you've been a big help." She dropped her eyes to his crotch and saw beginnings of a hard-on starting. "You girls leaving?"
Joan smiled and cocked her head to one side. "Well, I guess we owe you something, don't we?" she asked, turning to Marcie and grinning.
Tony blushed and tried to cover up his growing prick. He shook his his. "Naw, I should have told somebody long ago, I was just too chicken-shit."
"I don't blame you, a man with Roper's power could crush you."
"I'm just glad to get it off my chest, I don't figure you owe me nothing."
Joan turned to Marcie, the young girl had been sitting there quietly all this time, but Joan could see her small, girlish breasts rising up and down excitedly.
"What do you think, Marcie?"
"I'm not in any hurry," the girl whispered hotly.
Joan leaned forward and kissed Tony on the lips. His tongue drove into her mouth passionately and he fell forward, pushing her to the floor. He slipped his hand under her sweatshirt and cupped her full, pink nippled breast.
"Oh, man," he moaned. "Oh, man, oh, man, oh, man!"
His mouth roamed over her tingling lips rapidly, searching for a single place where it could rest comfortably. His tongue stabbed at hers, licking furiously while his fingers scraped and pulled at her buds, rising them up and plucking them from her chest rapidly.
Marcie crawled over to their writhing bodies and jammed her hand into his pants grasping hold of his prick and pulling on it wildly. He shuddered at her touch, moaning softly and rolling his hips from side to side.
She pulled at the growing shaft, clutching it tightly in her tiny fingers, kneading the hard, throbbing flesh, her other hand fumbling with his belt, yanking it open and swiftly pulling down his zipper and tearing his pants open.
Her hands seized his cock and dragged it out of his pants greedily. She ran her delicate lingers up and down his flesh, dragging her nails along the stem, nipping at the head with her thumb. Tony rolled back and forth moaning madly. The hot fires of come-wanting churning in his groin.
He pushed Joan's clothing up over her tits and threw his mouth down on them sucking hungrily. He licked madly at the full, rich buds of her nipples, slashing his tongue over them and sucking the heavy, globes into his mouth.
"Oh yeah, oh yeah!" groaned Joan, her body tingling with the dashing movement of his love dart.
Marcie pulled Tony's pants from his legs and threw herself on his cock. Her taut mouth covered the shaking cock and sucked it deeply into her throat. She pumped her oral cavity up and down on the warm, hard shaft, sliding her tiny teeth along the tight skin, feeling the blood racing through the engorged member.
Tony jammed his fingers into Marcie's pants and pushed the soft underwear aside in his frantic search for her tight little pussy. He found the aching lips and spread them wide apart jamming a finger into her taut hole and pumping it in and out of her at an ever increasing pace.
His mouth still sucked wildly on Joan's tits. His tongue ran over one nipple then jumped to the other as he locked his teeth around the rock-hard nub and sucked it wildly, lapping at it with his tongue.
"Let's get naked," moaned Joan, "Let's get naked and just suck and fuck!"
They quickly shed all the rest of their clothing and arranged their bodies so that each of them had access to the other. Joan was sitting on Tony's face while she pressed her mouth against Marcie's cunt and the younger girl pumped away at Tony's bulging cock. They formed a three-way sex chain, each of them eating and sucking madly at the other's tingling sex.
Joan ate wildly at the gaping cunt of Marcie, the warm fluid juices of the young girl's cunt pouring into her mouth. She rammed her tongue into the precious slit and rolled it around inside the girl, causing the tender teenager to moan in ecstasy and plunge her mouth down harder on Tony's aching rod.
She licked and bit at the thrusting shaft, sucking greedily at it, her fingers pulling and snapping at his balls, rich and full with the incredible wanting of release that was steadily building in his loins.
She rammed the cock deep into her throat, enjoying the heady, maleness that filled her up so well. He was licking wildly at Joan's hot pussy, his tongue rolling around inside of her, exciting her and sending crazy fires of lust and pleasure ringing through her body.
Their mouths were singular engines of pleasure as each of them drove the other to the edges of orgasm. Tony felt a huge mass of come rising in his nuts as Marcie's mouth plunged down harder and harder on his cock. His driving rod seemed to grow twice his size and he screamed out breathlessly.
"Oh, here I come, here I comeeee!"
An explosion of jizz burst from his prick and filled Marcie's mouth. The spurting hot liquid filled her oral cavity and slithered down her throat as she gulped at it greedily. She felt her insides begining to burn and the suddenly a massive fire spread through her and she quaked wildly as Joan's tongue brought her to her needed and grateful orgasm.
"Yes, yes, yes! Ohhhhhh!" she cried and the hot, burning liquid stored inside of her organs burst from her and poured out of her pussy. She shuddered violently and pressed her ass tighter against Joan's working mouth and lips.
Tony was sucking on Joan's cunt, pulling the pussy lips deep into his mouth, licking and slamming his tongue in and out of her at a wilder and wilder pace. Joan's body rocked and swayed uncontrollably on his face and he felt the sudden burst and explosion of cunt-juice and come pour out of her, running down his cheeks as she moaned and cried out.
"Ahhhhh! Ohhhhh! Shitttt! That's so goodddddd!" she screamed and jammed her pussy down on his face harder as the sweet, burning come slammed out of her and rocked her body wildly.
Though the fuck session only took but a brief few minutes each of them lay satisfied, feeling an immense release from built up passion and wanting. They lay spent and sweating heavily as their breath slowly regained a regular pattern.
After awhile Joan sat up and lit a cigarette, her chin resting on her naked knee. "What are you thinking?" Marcie asked her. "About how we can expose this bastard, this Roper," she replied, leafing through a newspaper.
"It's going to be tough," said Tony, sitting up and taking a drag of her smoke.
"If we only had some help," Marcie said. "We need somebody who will listen."
"Like Senator Garnner?"
Joan looked at Tony and laughed. "Senator's only bet on sure things, didn't you know that?"
Tony shook his head. "This guy is different."
"Sure."
"He is, he is."
"But how do we approach him?" Marcie asked. "I mean, he might be different but he'd want proof and where do we get that?"
"I think I might know," Joan said suddenly.
"Where?"
She was smiling, nodding to herself, her eyes locked on a newspaper headline that spoke of the raid the night before on a small but active nightclub. The byline on the article read: Jack Newman.
CHAPTER FIVE
Senator Paul Garnner flew in to the city airport that very morning. There were dozens of media men surrounding the airport, pushing against the police lines, trying hard to get to him. The scene resembled the arrival of a Presidential candidate rather than a senator still in his junior term. Later in the day the newspaper accounts would take this point, commenting on the very fact that his arrival aroused such excitement.
A great crowd of well-wishers were on hand and they cheered so loudly and so insistently that Paul Garnner was forced to address them before they would let him get into his awaiting car.
"You were the people that put me into office," he told them, smiling his famous broad grin and nodding happily, "And I am glad that for once, a politician has lived up to the expectations of his constituents."
The crowd laughed and applauded wildly. He smiled and nodded his head, holding up his hand for them to quiet so that he could go on. "I intend to keep working hard, trying to Ret the things that you and I think should be, done. I thank you my friends for your votes m the past and your support in the present and future."
They cheered madly as he left the small, hurriedly set up microphones. He walked quickly to his waiting car, his secretary in tow and slipped into the automobile before he could be set upon by frenzied citizens and eager reporters.
"Wow!" Mary exclaimed, "That is some crowd out there."
"It's always nice to see happy faces instead of angry ones," he admitted happily.
"If this keeps up you won't even have to run, they'll just give the damn election to "I must admit it does create quite a heady feeling."
"And give you ideas?"
"Let's table that. What time am I supposed to speak to that group this evening?"
"It's a standard dinner, about seven o'clock, shouldn't last too long, try and get your wife to come if you can."
"I will if she hasn't made other plans."
"Or isn't too drunk."
"Mary!"
"I'm sorry, Paul, she just makes me so mad."
"The way you talk I'm completely innocent of everything. You make her a very convincing villain."
"I don't mean to, she just makes me angry. She's going to hurt you one of these days, Paul."
"Oh, I don't think so."
"Do you still love her?"
"I don't know, I suppose I do, but sometimes I wonder if I don't love my career more. I wonder which I would choose if it came to that."
"She acts like you chain her down, when my God, she's free to get involved in anything she'd want."
"Let's drop the subject, shall we? What about Roper's little dedication tomorrow, what time is it supposed to come off?"
"Roper has it down for one-thirty, but I suppose hell fart around until at least three. You know him, press the flesh, slap the back, stick his fat fingers into every pie."
"Yes, he sees all that money rolling around and his eyes light up like a pin ball machine. He makes me sick."
"Maybe you should make him your next project."
"You know, Mary, that's not a bad idea, not a bad idea at all. It certainly would be one way of serving the voters, that's for sure."
She leaned over and squeezed his wrist. "I hope you do it, Paul, I really, really do."
They took about an hour to get to her hotel in the heart of town, he had told her she could stay with him, but she declined, not wanting to be the cause of any trouble between his wife and he. He offered to pay for the hotel but she declined that also. So he had to be satisfied with a quick kiss to show his gratitude then she was gone.
On the way to the large house in the best part of town he thought long and hard about Mary, his wife Fay and how he could resolve the burning feelings he had about the both of them.
The night he'd spent with Mary had been wonderful. She was more woman that he had ever experienced and he knew that his life had changed after that. He could no longer live the life he had been living with Fay. Something had to be done. Some solution had to be reached. He thought divorce was out of the question. Fay would tear him to pieces in the press and courts and Mary would not hear of it anyway.
"It would ruin you and I'm not going to be the one that does that."
Perhaps he could settle things with Fay, perhaps all they needed was some time to work it out. He didn't know.
He shook his head sadly, the past and present churning around in his mind wildly, his thoughts torn and jumbled and making no sense. If nothing else, he supposed he could spend more time with his wife, maybe that would make her happier, perhaps that was all ie really needed and wanted. But a secret, nagging part of his mind told him that was no answer at all.
He arrived at his home a little after noon, the house was empty, he was alone in the big mansion and it felt sadly depressing to be there. He'd never liked the place, full of gaudy and unneeded things that were rarely if ever used. He always felt much more at home in his little house outside of Washington. It had been his wife's idea, she had told them they had to live like the important people that they were. He could have cared less for putting on such a show, but he'd given into her, assuming that it would make her happy, obviously her happiness had faded in a short while after moving in.
He went to the well stocked bar in what served as his den and made himself a stiff drink. He dreaded seeing her again after such a long time, and he was afraid that she would be half-loaded by the time she got home, and knew that if she were, there would surely be a scene.
He switched on the radio and caught the news, smiling happily at the report of his arrival at the airport and how the crowds had responded. Perhaps what everyone was telling him had some solid facts to support it. Maybe he might have a chance at the big one yet.
The newscaster switched over to reporting on the opposition to Governor Roper's dam and the still active forces that protested against it. Then Roper's voice came over the radio, the gravel pitted, hard tone of a man who cared little for the subtle speech of men in office.
"Those young punks and old-time weirdos who don't know their butt from a hole in the ground don't worry me. I don't even listen to 'em. I got the people behind me and that's all that matters."
Paul screwed up his face in distaste at the lie. It was a well known fact that Roper had ram-rodded the passage of the bill that gave him permission to build the dam. Rumors had flown around wildly that he had literally bought the damn thing with bribes and favors and not a few threats. No one could prove it though.
"Anybody that tries to stand in the way of this grand and beneficial project deserves to be crushed under public outcry and legal strength and as I have shown in the past, I back up everything I say."
"What about the rumors that some aspects of the construction are unsound, Governor?"
"That's a lot of crap. I personally okayed every bit of the plans and construction. Just a lot of crazy rumors spread around by people trying to do anything to halt the construction."
"Then you're saying they have no basis in fact."
"What the hell do you think I'm saying!"
Paul lurched out of his seat and angrily snapped off the radio. That lying, crooked bastard made him livid with anger. He was cheating the state blind, and now it seemed that he might be endangering the lives of people too. That settled it, his next project would surely be the investigation of Governor Wilbur T. Roper.
His wife returned home around four-thirty. He heard her come in the front door, slamming it loudly behind her. He could tell even from where he was sitting that she had a load on. He almost wanted to hide, not to see her but he knew that was childish so he sighed, finished the rest of his drink and stood up, walking into the huge dining room to meet her.
"Hello, Darling," he smiled walking over to her. He put his arms around her but she pushed him away.
"Don't darling, me, you fuck! I haven't seen you in weeks and all you do is darling me!"
"You know how hard I've been working, and you could have come down anytime."
"Christ it's more boring there than here! At least my friends are here if you're not."
"Well, the bill is done, I can spend more time with you now."
"Ah shit! You'll find something else to take up your time, you're always working on something for that stupid senate. You care more about that than you do me."
"Just what do you think I was elected for, my good looks, a yearly photo session? I was sent there to do a job for the people of this state. They have given me everything I have, I owe them my best in return."
"Those jerks? The hell with them, we're heading toward the top and you want to waste your time working when you could be meeting the right people."
"I suppose you'd like me to start hanging out with somebody like our Governor."
"That would be a good start. He could do a lot for you."
"I'd rather do without his favors if you don't mind."
"You're impossible! I don't understand you. There's money to be made, power to grab and all you care about is some dumb bill."
"It's what a senator is supposed to do."
"Oh grow up, you don't know anything about power. What you're supposed to do is be tight with the right people."
"Fay, I won't stand here and argue with you about my job. I know what I have to do even if you do not. Now I have to make a speech at a fund-raising dinner for a boy's club this evening. Would you care to come or not?"
"A boy's club!"
"Yes."
"What good can they do you?"
"They asked for my help so I decided to give it to them."
"The governor was expecting you for dinner tonight."
"He doesn't need my help, these people do."
The woman shook her head disgustedly. "I sure know how to pick them. When I married you I didn't realize you'd turn out to be such a loser. You think you're pretty hot stuff with your picture in the papers and all those fools screaming your name. You'll learn soon enough that the people that count don't go to the airport to welcome you, you have to go to them."
"I won't eat shit to rub against people who use and destroy the lives of those less well-off than they."
"Then you'll just plain be eating shit the rest of your life!" his wife shouted and stormed out of the room.
Garnner sighed wearily and sat down at the large dining room table. He put his face in his hands and rubbed his flesh harshly trying to take the sting of his wife's comments out of his system. Then he stood up and went back into the den, mixing himself a strong drink and washing it down quickly to take the bad taste she'd left out of his mouth.
It took Joan Brando quite a long time to track down Jack Newman. She-had called the paper and they laughed when she asked where she could get in touch with him.
"Try about the first dozen bars down the block, honey, if he ain't there, try the rest of the city," the man on the telephone told her.
"This is very important."
"You could call his telephone and leave a message, but I doubt if he'll return it, he usually don't."
"All right, what are some of his favorite places?"
The man gave her a list of about a dozen bars and she began to make her way around the city, checking each and everyone of them. Most of them turned out to be dives, small, underlit places that smelled of stale beer and old cigar smoke. She had known Newman slightly a few years ago when she was going to school in Washington and he had certainly changed his tastes in drinking holes.
Back then it was only the best for him. The top restaurants anc fanciest bars, now it seemed to her eyes that he'd tossed all that away for the peace of a friendly tavern with no put-ons and few frills. She liked that image of Newman better anyway and it was nice not to be turned away at the door because she wasn't wearing a dress.
She finally located him in a joint called Jim's in a lower-class part of town. She entered the smoky room, a narrow bar off to the left from the door, a small row of tables on the other side, and spied him sitting at the end of the bar reading a newspaper.
He was drinking a bloody Mary in huge gulps and turning the pages lightning fast, though it was obvious that he was reading every thing on the page. She remembered he had been known for his ability to read quickly and yet retain everything.
She sat down on a stool one down from his and lit a cigarette, ordering a scotch and water when the bartender asked her what she'd like. She took a couple of sips from her glass then turned as Jack folded the newspaper angrily and tossed it into a garbage can across the bar top.
"Goddamn Roper, anyway!" "Yeah, ain't he a pisser," the bartender nodded.
"Man, I'd give anything to nail that bastard. I'd just love to see him swinging in the wind."
"Maybe you can," said Joan casually.
Jack turned to her and smiled. "Say, Jim, looks like we have company. What's your name, miss?"
"Joan Brando, Mr. Newman."
"Ah, a reader, we have a reader here, Jim. How do you know me?" "We met years ago in Washington."
"Oh, well sorry, your face is not familiar."
"You were too busy running down the crooks in the Capitol then."
"Yeah, well those days are gone."
"You just said you'd like to get something on Roper."
"Wishful thinking honey, wishful thinking. I don't do politicians anymore. Too hard on the heart. No matter how bad you think it is, as soon as you uncover something it turns out to be ten times worse."
"I'd like to talk to you about something, nevertheless."
"Concerning what?"
"The governor," she looked at Jim anxiously.
"Hell, Jim's okay, he voted against Roper, but, I'll tell you what, I have to check on a few things in my apartment, don't get the wrong idea, but if you really want to talk private, we can do it best there."
"I have no objections."
"Good, good, let's go."
He paid his tab and bid Jim a good afternoon and they walked down the few blocks to Newman's apartment. It was a tattered, messy place with days old dishes in the sink and a rumpled unmade bed. Dirty clothing was scattered everywhere and all the ashtrays in the house were overflowing.
Newman didn't seem to be self-conscious about all this, however, he just sat Joan down in a chair and brought her a can of beer from the kitchen while he poured one for himself into a glass. He flopped on the couch and tipped the glass to his lips in a toast then drank half the full container down in one gulp.
He smacked his lips then pointed at her with the glass. "Okay, Joan, shoot. What have you got?"
She told him the story she got from Tony, leaving out nothing except what had happened afterward, and when she finished she sat back in her chair and waited for his response.
Jack whistled and shook his head. "Sound's like old Roper's got quite a deal going for him. Have to hand it to the sleazy bastard, he came up with some swift idea."
"What do you mean?"
"You kids have been bitching about this dam for quite some time, right?"
"Yes."
"Well, if I know Roper, he won't wait around for that god damn thing to break on it's own."
"What do you mean?"
"Simple, he'll blow it up and blame it on you."
Joan threw her hands to her face in horror. "Oh my god! I never even thought of that!"
"Sure, it would be foolproof. You kids would be perfect fall guys."
"We have to stop him."
"I don't know how we're going to do that, and I wish you'd drop the we, I'm not getting involved in this."
"How can you say that? We need you."
"Hell, you seem to have done all right on your own up to now, you can manage it."
"Please, you can't just close your eyes to this."
"I've been closing my eyes for quite some time, Miss Brando, I've grown used to the idea."
"I thought you cared about good government, not to say the lives "of hundreds of people."
"Listen, I'm tired, I've been tired for years. I don't want to get involved. I'm sorry but I can't."
Joan broke down into tears and began crying uncontrollably. All her hopes had been pinned on the power and zeal in which the Jack Newman she had been familiar with had shown in his hunting down of crooks and rascals in the federal government. Now it seemed as if she had been totally wrong and now there was no where else to turn.
Her racking sobs unnerved Jack, made him feel like shit. He really felt bad that he couldn't help the girl, but damn it, he was finished with busting his head against the wall, never being able to do anything about the rottenness he'd seen. No more, no more!
After a few moments, Jack stood uneasily on his feet and walked into the kitchen. He returned with a bottle of wine and after digging around under the couch he found a corkscrew and opened the chilled vino.
He drank deeply from the bottle then passed it to her. While she was refreshing herself he fumbled around in his shirt pocket and found a pack of cigarettes. He lit one for each of them then took back the bottle and drank again.
"Okay," he sighed. "You convinced me. Where do we begin, do you suppose?"
Governor Wilbur T. Roper showed the young woman in personally. He sat her down on a small sofa, the woman's little girl seated next to her. Governor Roper pulled up a chair and offered the woman a cigarette. She declined, her smile polite but strained. It was obvious that she was very nervous.
"And how may I help you my dear?" Roper asked her sweetly.
"It's about my daughter. This is Doris, say hello to the Governor, Doris."
The child hung her head, frightened and said, "Hello," in a meek voice. "Hello, Doris. How are you today?"
"Fine."
"Good, good," Roper beamed then he turned back to her mother. "And what might I do for Doris?"
"Well, she's done a lot of commercials, I'm sure you've seen her face on TV."
"Yes, come to think of it I have," Roper nodded, though he never watched TV.
"And we want so much for our little girl. We don't have any money at all, my husband is disabled and I have to work all the time just to make ends meet."
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that."
"Yes, and well, we thought, since you know so many important people, maybe..."
"You thought I might be able to put in a word for your little girl."
"Yes, if you could. I realize I'm imposing."
"No, no, not at all. I always try to help anyone I can. That's what I'm here for. Of course Doris realizes that there are many sacrifices that an actress must make. She can't be a rebel and not take orders."
"Oh she knows that."
"I tell you what, why don't you leave Doris and I to have a little talk. Go have some dinner or something and come back in a little while and perhaps I'll be able to tell you if I can help you by then."
"Oh certainly, Governor. I'll just do a little shopping." She turned to her child and whispered, "Now you do what the Governor says and maybe we can get out of the mess we're into." "Mommy?"
"Hush, I won't be long."
The Governor walked her to the door and then shut it behind her. He returned to the couch and sat down very close to Doris, putting his hand on her fine boned knee.
"Well, Doris, how old are you?"
"Eleven."
"You're getting to be a big girl, aren't you. I can tell that you'll be a very pretty young lady when you grow up."
"Thank you."
"Why don't you stand up in front of me so that I can get a better look at you."
The little girl did as he suggested, standing in front of him, poised from years of experience as a model, turning around slow and easy. Roper licked his lips expectantly. The girls budding breasts pushed gently at her blouse and her tapering legs, still forming into the sleek beautiful limbs they would become one day, moved lithely from the hem of her skirt.
"All right honey, take off your clothes. I want to see what you look like naked," Roper, croaked, hardly able to speak.
"Why?" the girl looked at him fearfully.
"Because I want to. Remember what your mother said!"
The little girl fumbled with the buttons on her blouse then pulled it from her skirt. She carefully laid the garment on the couch then unhooked her short skirt and stepped out of it. She looked very pretty in bra and panties, the picture of innocent young womanhood. Roper was breathing heavily in anticipation now. He stood up and reached behind the quivering little child and almost tore her bra from her body.
The girl put her hands up to her breasts protectively but he pushed them away and pulled down on her panties almost knocking her over with his frenzied attempt to disrobe her.
He stood back from her and sighed, his mouth watering at the shrinking body that stood in front of him. The girl's little tits barely rose from her chest and her hairless pussy was shivering in the coolness of the room. The sight of the bare slit made Roper's cock grow stiff and rigid in his pants and he began stroking himself back and forth rapidly.
"Come over here!" he growled.
The frightened little child walked forward slowly until she was standing directly in front of the fat, seated man. He reached up and placed his hand on her tit and she jerked away in fear.
"Stop that!" he commanded. "If I'm going to help you, you have to be nice to me."
He pulled her forward roughly and replaced his hand on her tiny breast. He rolled the flesh with the palm of his hand, his fingers tweaking the tiny nipple. The girl grimaced in pain as the little rosy bud grew to life beneath his cruel attentions.
He dropped his mouth to her small breast and began sucking on it madly. He ran his tongue over the tiny bud and licked at it with strained passion. The little girl wobbled on unsteady legs as his hands reached behind her and cupped her small rounded buttocks. She was terrified of this fat, slobbering creature that was ravishing her body. She squirmed madly against him and tried to get away but he wouldn't let go.
He stood up and slapped her face wickedly. "Quit fighting me you little whore! You're here to do what I say. You either do that or I'll make sure you never get a part for the rest of your life!"
"All... all right," said the shaken little child.
"Down on your knees!"
The little girl knelt on the floor as Roper unzipped his pants and thrust his prick into her face. The taut stub slapped her cheeks wickedly and rolled up and down her face. She moaned as he forced her hands upward curling her fingers around the waving shaft.
"Stroke it!" he commanded.
She began to pull on the cock, running her finger up and down the short stem. It felt hard and strange in her hands and the hot blood racing through it frightened her with its strange power.
She slid her tiny finders back and forth along the man's hard shaft, pumping at him as fast as she could. She just wanted to do what ever he said and hurry out of there. She looked up and saw him rocking back and forth, moaning and groaning, his eyes shut tight.
She ran her palm over the tip of his cock and he jerked wildly as if she had stung him. She had no idea of what was going on inside his body, but she realized that he must be enjoying it because he wasn't telling her to stop.
Roper reached down and grabbed the little girl by the hair. He pushed her head forward and down to his prick and groaned.
"Put it in your mouth!" he groaned. "In your mouth!"
The little girl put the hard shaft a little ways in her mouth, holding her jaws wide open as far as they would go. Roper thrust his body forward and the cock banged against the back of her throat and she gagged as it shut.
"Suck on it! Suck it like a lollipop!" he commanded.
The little girl took the cock in her mouth once more and began to suck deeply on it, rolling her tongue around the tip, closing her lips around the short, stubby shaft. She bobbed her head back and forth and pumped the rod in and out of her mouth at a rapid pace. Roper moaned wildly and thrust his body forward, ramming the dick down into the little girl's throat. The child jerked wildly, trying to get away from the plunging shaft but he kept ramming it in and out of her mouth until her jaws ached and her throat screamed with pain and agony as his constantly moving member slammed its way deeper and deeper inside of her.
"You suck good cock, kid!" cried Roper. "I can easily get you a part with your mouth."
"Umm, ummm," moaned the girl, trying harder now to please him.
Her tiny tongue lapped madly at his engorged head, her little teeth traced paths across his skin as she lapped with her lips and sucked her cheeks in and but in a wild growing passion of cocksucking.
Roper could feel the fires burning insanely in his loins. His balls felt heavy with waiting come and his legs were unsteady with the massive passion the girl was creating in his cock.
He pulled his prick from her mouth and pushed her down on all fours. He took her ass and spread the cheeks wide, jamming his cock against the tight little asshole that looked so sweet to his eyes.
"Just the thing to pump!" he yelled and pressed his cock harder at her.
The little girl screamed and tried to get away. "No, no, its too big!" she cried.
"Shut up you ungrateful little twat. Relax your asshole and it will go in."
The little girl let her asshole go slack but it was still to young and unformed to accept his cock with any ease. He twisted and turned his dick against her tiny hole, the sweat popping out of his pores.
The little girl screamed in pain as his hard cock slipped into her deeper, spreading her little folds of flesh wider than they were meant to go.
"Please, it hurts, it hurts!" she groaned.
"Shut up!" growled Roper and he jammed himself deeper into her. He began to pump back and forth briskly. The tight, tiny muscles of her anal passage locking around his cock as the smooth, hard rod slid in and out of her asshole at an ever increasing rate. He pushed her cheeks apart with his hands, pulling at the flesh to open her up wider. His cock felt strong and hard in her tight, tiny asshole as he banged her harder and harder with each successive stroke.
The fires were burning higher and higher in his balls and he could feel the explosive rush racing up from his loins and tearing through his balls, bursting their way out of his cock in one long, sustained explosion of coming.
"Ann! AAaaaahhh! That's so good! Soooo good, coming in your little asshole! ARggggh!" he screamed slamming into her one last time the last of his hot come barreling out of his cock deep into her anal canal. Then he pushed her away from him roughly and stumbled back down on the couch.
The little girl dressed herself, her whole body racked with pain, tiny, thin lines of tears falling from her cheeks. Roper ignored her whimpering, adjusting his person vainly before a mirror. By the time the child's mother came back for her, she was sitting on the couch in the same spot as when her mother left her, looking shaken and abused.
Her mother did not comment on the child's state, she merely thanked Roper over and over again when he told her he would see what she could do for the child.
"I think she has a great future," he chuckled as he showed them to the door.
He went back to his desk feeling satisfied and was sitting there smoking one of his cigars when his door opened and Sadick walked in. Automatically his hand slid under the desk and he pressed a small button.
"Well, Mr. Sadick, how goes it?"
Sadick walked casually over to the desk and perched on the top. He fished some papers around and nodded. "It's all set. Any time you want to blow it will be fine. All I got to do is connect the wires and let it go."
"Fine, fine. I have all the information planted with the police. Names, addresses, the fact that they are very dangerous. Now all I have to do is figure out when."
"Yeah, say, you know that goddamn, Garnner is in town."
"Yes, I know, I spoke to his wife. He won't come to my dinner party tonight, but he will speak tomorrow at the dedication."
"That bastard don't like us. Five will get you ten he'll start sniffing around now that his fucking little project is done."
"Yes, he could be trouble couldn't he?" "If there was one guy I'd like to see get snuffed, it would be him."
"I understand there is to be a protest tonight concerning the dam." "I heard that too."
Roper leaned back in his chair. "You know, this could be excellent timing." "What are you getting at?"
"Well, they will be making a lot of angry noise. What if something should happen to the dam at the dedication tomorrow. After all, minds would be at a fever pitch, the protest still in mind."
"What about you?"
"Oh, I can get away. I have my helicopter. Ill slip out as soon as Senator Garnner starts speaking. When you see me leave, that will be your signal to go."
"Say, that's a good idea, boss. We get rid of that nosey bastard at the same time."
"It is fortunate isn't it."
"Ill get right on it now." Sadick jumped off the desk and walked toward the door. Roper watched him go, feeling very, very happy. By tomorrow night, he would be on his way to fame and let's not forget, a whole hell of a lot of fortune.
Outside in the hall, Sadick was grinning to himself. It went just as Mr. Jannel had said it would. That fat sucker had fallen for it hook, line and sinker. He was laughing softly to himself when the elevator arrived and he stepped inside, and pressed the lobby button.
"Hook, line and sinker!" he laughed as the doors silently squeezed shut.
CHAPTER SIX
Senator Paul Garnner picked Mary Tracker up at her hotel promptly at noon. She was wearing a bright print dress and he was clad in his normal, plain blue suit. He thought, watching her skip toward his car, that they could have made the traditional couple. Much more so than he and his wife. She always seemed so overdressed on any occasion and he more or less under-dressed alongside her.
The day was bright and cheery and at least made him feel somewhat better. He had returned early from the dinner the night before but of course his wife wasn't there when he got back. He decided to wait up for her and it was two in the morning before she got home.
By then he was half in the bag and really spoiling for an argument. They had one, the worst they had ever had. She had called him a fool and a loser and he accused her of being a cheap whore. By the end of the forty-five minute set-to they had retreated to then-rooms, hating each other's guts, determined never to speak to one another again.
Now, in the clear light of another day, Paul Garnner was still filled with bitterness toward his wife. The things Mary had said over and over for so many months ate at his insides and made him seethe with anger. He was slowly coming around to facing the fact that she was right.
He had given his wife every opportunity to live as she pleased, find her own place in life and the woman had rejected his every offering for spite and accusation. She had used him and defiled him, not only in private but in public as well. She was not even going to go to the dedication today, the ceremony lorded over on her erstwhile star Governor Wilbur T. Roper. She had begged off pleading a terrible hangover.
Not that Paul cared all that much. He would rather be seen with his trusted and kindly Mary than the shrew of a wife he had been foolish enough to many.
What had gone wrong? They were so good to each other when they first wed. He was a struggling student in law school, she a graduate student in English. She never seemed to care much for the trappings of wealth back then. What had happened? It seemed that the moment he decided that the local senator from his state wasn't doing enough for the people and that he, Paul Garnner might be able to do better, she had changed. The power and position that came with his being elected had turned her into an uncaring, unfeeling bitch and now, he scarcely knew her from the kind, gentle girl she had been.
He shook his head, he was tired of trying. Tired of working in congress only to come home to hatred and abuse. Perhaps he should just leave it this way. He would pay the bills but never have to see her. What the hell, Mary didn't need that ring around her finger, she'd said as much. But it still bothered him. If he was going to say he loved her, he ought to do something about it. But the fact that it could hurt his career held him back, stopped him from making that final step. He hated himself for his weakness, but was resigned to it. He would never divorce, they would have to live apart.
It didn't take them long to reach the small valley. He parked the car under a grove of newly planted trees and helped Mary out. He prided himself on always using his own transportation except in Washington. The people enjoyed seeing their senator driving himself around instead of lording his power about with a limo and a black-caped man behind the wheel.
A few people ran up to greet him and he shook hands all around, answering questions, trading small talk and gossip with the citizens of the small, planned .community.
He saw Roper striding toward him and he nodded, smiling through clenched teeth. The fat blob of a man was already sweating heavily in the mid-day sun and a stubby, half-chewed cigar clung to his lips.
"How ya doing, Senator?" Roper smiled and pumped his hand wildly, turning just right for the cameras to catch him shaking the Senator's hand.
"Fine, Governor, yourself?"
"Great, just great, come on and take a look at the dam!"
Roper pushed his way roughly through the crowd and led Paul and Mary to the base of the huge concrete structure. It was imposing and not a little frightening as it loomed hundreds of feet above them. Paul shivered to stare at such a thing, behind it tons of water that if unleashed could drive everything for miles around into dust.
"Ain't it beautiful?" Roper said, beaming.
"It's quite a sight," Paul admitted.
"Scares me to death just to be standing here," Mary admitted.
"Aw, now don't you worry, Miss, it's safe as a baby. Made sure of that myself. Wouldn't want anything to happen to the people that put me where I am."
Paul's stomach turned over at the sound of Roper's false sincerity but he said nothing. He ran his eyes up and down, left to right and shuddered. If Roper was lying just a little bit, he was thinking, the lives and property of thousands of people were in great danger. He made a mental note to get to work on an investigation of the project early Monday morning.
Roper led them over to a long table that stood in front of rows upon rows of shorter ones and after a few words to the people, everyone sat down to a well prepared lunch.
Paul was seated next to Mary, whom the Governor insisted sit next to him. He knew what the old bastard was up to and he admired the way Mary sat calmly while Roper was feeling her leg up all through the meal.
Jack Newman and Joan Brando had hid in the hallway of the Governor's office waiting for quite sometime until he and Sadick had left that morning. They sweated out being discovered twice and held their breath until the two men finally took the elevator down to the lobby.
They had made their plans carefully. Jack telling her that the only way they were going to find out what the true story was by breaking into the Governor's office and searching it. Joan didn't like the idea, she felt it was too dangerous, but she went along.
"Honey, it's the only way," Jack had told her.
They waited anxiously until they saw the dial on the elevator touch the lobby mark then they slipped out along the hallway and quickly Jack used a pair of burglar's keys to let them in. It was eerie inside the big office. Cold and quiet, a weird and unsettling feeling that Joan was not used to.
Jack laughed at her nervousness and made his way across to the Governor's chambers. He unlocked that door and hissed her to his side.
"Come on, don't be so scared, those two are on their way to the dedication. They won't be back for awhile."
"I hope you're right, I just have this feeling we're going to get caught."
"Jesus,- do you think I'd be standing here if we would? Man, that Sadick plays rough, I know him. I wouldn't come ten miles within him if I thought I'd have to tangle with him."
Jack began searching through the Governor's desk, rifling papers and trying to find perhaps a set of keys or something that might lead him to a source of further information. There was nothing there and he sighed and sat down at the desk, dejected.
Joan was picking at the bookcase behind him, looking for perhaps a safe or something but she too was coming up empty handed.
"Doesn't look like there is anything here at all," she groaned.
"I know, honey, a real dead end. Shit!"
Absently he began running his fingers under the desk when he felt a series of buttons. He pressed one and heard a tiny voice that sounded like the Governor's talking about the dedication. Joan turned around suddenly and they listened intently to Roper's and Sadick's conversation of the evening before. When they'd finished speaking the tape went silent and Joan and they stared at each other in horror.
Jack shook his head and gulped fighting down a sickness that welled up in his belly. He reached for the telephone and began calling the police when he heard a voice, calm and icy tell him to put down the telephone.
"Easy does it folks." They turned to see Sadick pointing a gun at them. "Figured somebody might be up here, I got a sixth sense about those things."
His smile was cold and nasty and he motioned them up with the gun. Jack put his hands over his head and they both began walking toward the man. When they reached Sadick Jack suddenly dropped his hands and grabbed the man's gun.
He yelled to Joan to run and wrestled with Sadick, but the bigger man was too much for him. Sadick threw him to the floor and he saw a glimpse of Joan struggling in the grip of another man in the outer office then he felt an explosion inside of his head, saw a brilliant flash of light then passed into blackness.
CHAPTER SEVEN
A deep murky darkness wet and slippery covered all over Jack's body. His mind became aware of something heavy pressing him down. He choked back a mouthful of water and realized that he was in a car, slowly sinking into a deep pool.
He shook his head wildly and struggled to find the door of the auto. He banged wildly against the pressure of the water against the car door as it sank deeper and deeper, then he held his fear in and calmed himself. He realized the only way out was to roll down the window slowly. Suddenly he remembered Joan and searched around wildly in the murky depths until he saw her, bound and gagged, struggling to reach the tiny air pocket at the roof of the car.
He reached down and dragged her up, forcing her head to the roof. She sucked the air in greedily, then he began to slowly roll down the window. When he had it open far enough he pulled the struggling girl free of the car and swam hurriedly to the surface with her.
He could hardly believe their luck.
He pulled her along agonizingly until they reached the shore, then he lay there gasping for breath. Finally he untied the girl and held her while she sobbed quietly against his chest.
His eyes darted around the countryside and he came to understand that they had been tossed into the lake behind the dam. It would have worked too, once the thing blew, there would be little trace of them afterward.
"Holy mother of God!" he shouted and began running toward the small walkway at the edge of the dam. Far below him he could hear the faint sounds of Roper making a speech. He could see Sadick walking steadily back from the elevator that lead the length down the inside of the dam. The man had a reel of wire that he was unraveling, and a switch- box sat at the edge of the entrance to the walkway.
There was a man waiting there and Sadick had now seen him. The man turned as Jack reached him but he was too late. Jack shot out his fist and the man fell. Sadick began shooting at him, but Jack hadn't spent all those years with the police beat for nothing. He'd spent many hours on the pistol range and it only took him one shot to put a bullet through Sadick's gut. The man screamed and fell down on the walkway.
Jack rushed over to the edge of the walkway and picked up an intercom telephone. He cut into the P.A. system and his voice carried over the surrounding area.
"This is Jack Newman, reporter. I'm up on the top of the dam. I've just stopped a man from blowing it up. I suggest some of you cops down there get your asses up here."
Roper's eyes went wide and he jerked his gaze up from the text in front of him. He leaped from the stand in in the screaming confusion grabbed Mary Tracker's arm and pulled her along with him toward his helicopter. The jig was up, he knew it, and he realized he might need something to bargain with before he was through.
Paul Garnner turned and saw the screaming girl pulled into the chopper and he sprinted toward the steadily rising craft. He leaped into the air and caught hold of the skids and the crowd screamed in panic as they saw the senator rising swiftly in the air, hanging on for dear life.
Paul hauled himself up into the helicopter and grabbed the surprised Roper. They grappled wildly for his gun, a couple of shots going off in the air. Suddenly the pilot jerked the chopper sideways and Roper fell forward, sliding over Paul's body and falling, screaming into the air.
Paul watched the fat blob disappear down toward the earth below, then he put his arms around the shaking Mary, and told the pilot to take them home.
He hugged the shaking girl to him tightly, petting her head and speaking to her softly. She was crying uncontrollably on his shoulder.
"Take it easy, honey," he said, softly, "It's going to be okay."
"I... I was afraid you were going to die."
"I'm afraid that the Governor took over that position for me." he glanced out of the window to the earth far below them.
"Poor Roper, he never could hold onto anything real."
"That evil bastard! I'm glad he's dead!"
"I can't argue with you there, honey. Still, it's a hell of a way to go."
"I'm glad you're safe Paul." she said. All I was thinking of was that if I got out of this I was going to make you my wife." "No, Paul."
"Yes, and now that I'm safe and you are too, I intend to make you Mrs. Paul Garnner - whether you like it or not."
She laughed through her tears. "I think I'll like it," she said, smiling.
The helicopter spun around and landed near the speaker's stand. Paul Garnner got out and was overwhelmed by dozens of reporters. They were firing questions left and right and it took him a few minutes to quiet them down.
"Gentlemen, gentlemen. All I can tell you now is that I know for certain that Governor Wilbur T. Roper was involved in some very shady deals which I intend to investigate fully starting Monday morning. That's all I can say right now. Oh, I will give you a scoop. I'm going to ask my wife for a divorce so that I will be free to marry my secretary Miss Mary Tracker."
He laughed as the reporters began shooting more questions to him and he slowly threaded his way through the crowd, leading Mary to his car. They got in and spun away from the scene leaving the media-men dumbfounded and frantic.
Jack Newman and Joan Brando said their goodbyes after he had dealt with the police. They stood at the edge of the dam, Jack looking over the valley, Joan at his side. "Leaving, huh?"
She nodded. "It's done here, for me, there are lots of other places that need my help."
"Good luck, babe, you're one hell of a gal."
"Maybe we'll see each other again."
"Maybe." He smiled and watched her get into the van. She started the engine then blew him a kiss and slowly pulled up the mountain road. He watched her van fade slowly away until it disappeared into the sunset, then he walked over to a police car that was waiting to take him home.
He thought of her going somewhere new and muttered, "Maybe, Maybe," smiling to himself as they left the dam and headed toward the city."
