Chapter 9
I don't know what I expected when I finally dropped off to sleep, but the next morning reality was its old self. Harold was over on the other side of the bed snoring his head off just like nothing had happened during the night. There was about as much romance in the air as at a funeral.
Finally I stopped feeling sorry for myself enough to realize I'd better haul myself out of bed and fix breakfast for Harold and Melinda before they went off to work and school respectively. Then, once they were out of the house, I could get back to my Committee work. Rev. Worthington would be waiting for my eye-witness report on the Boom Boom Room.
The breakfast-table conversation was the usual uneventful affair of meaningless half-sentences punctuated by chewing and slurping. Particularly disillusioning was the fact that Harold didn't give the slightest indication that he had any inkling of what had transpired in bed between us only a few hours earlier. I began to wonder in the cold light of day if it had all been a big waste of time.
Finally, I sterilely pecked Harold and Melinda on their cheeks, sending them on their ways with stomachs full of oatmeal and orange juice. Then, before I could decide whether it was still too early to call the church, the phone rang.
"Hello, Mrs. Edwards," Rev. Worthington's voice said excitedly.
"Yes, this is she. I was just getting ready to call you."
"Did you get to the Boom Boom Room last night?" he asked breathlessly.
I told him I had, without revealing any of the particulars.
"Fantastic!" he gushed. He was really excited about something.
Needless to say, his eagerness about my evening at the Boom Boom Room made me more than slightly nervous. When I'd told the Committee I was going undercover, I'd never anticipated throwing myself into my work with quite the verve as ultimately happened.
In other words, I had my doubts they'd understand me fucking on state like I'd done.
"Well now, my, my...." I forced a metallic chuckle, trying to put some distance between myself and the pastor's apparent urgency, "what's put the bee in your bonnet this morning, Rev. Worthington?"
"My brother," he said.
"I'm afraid I don't understand."
"My brother, Ralph, just happened to be at the Boom Boom Room last night. He told me what no went on there was wild. There was one act in particular that was unbelievable."
"You have a brother who goes to places like that?" I tried to stall. "Rev. Worthington, I'm surprised."
"Ralph was with an out-of-town client," the reverend hurriedly explained, obviously anxious to get to the good part. "My brother's a good Christian, but he also has to sell life insurance to all kinds of people if he's going to put his children through college. I'm sure your husband has to make compromises in his business, too, Mrs. Edwards."
I had to agree that Harold was probably not a candidate for casting the first stone. Meaning, of course, that Rev. Worthington could stop defending his brother's patronage of the Boom Boom Room, and get back to breathlessly telling me what had happened there last night.
As if I didn't already know.
"A totally naked woman," he reported, "had oral and vaginal sex right on stage with a man whose penis was at least a foot long."
"Really," I said dryly.
"Ralph said there was so much semen all over the stage that the performers were wallowing in it. It was even splattering into the audience. His client got it all over his suit."
"Uh-huh," I murmured inconclusively.
There was an abrupt pause. I felt like I had ants in my pants as I waited for the reverend to speak again. He knew I'd been there, of course ... but how much else did he know about my presence.
"Well, did you see it, Mrs. Edwards?" he finally said, his voice cracking with expectation. "Is my brother exaggerating?"
"Uh, no," I answered in a calm voice that had no relation to my racing pulse. "It was every bit as gross as Ralph says-a real scandal."
"Good!" he exclaimed.
"Wait a minute," I tried to ferret out the source of his joy. "If you'll pardon my saying so, Rev. Worthington, you almost seem happy about the kind of so-called entertainment the Boom Boom Room presents."
"Not as happy as the District Attorney will be."
"You're going to have to back up on that one," I warily told him, my heart thumping in anticipation of what he might spring on me next.
"Based on what Ralph told me, I've already taken the liberty of setting up an appointment with the D.A. so he can get an eye-witness report," Rev. Worthington explained.
"With Ralph?"
"No, of course not. He's not a member of the Committee. With you!"
I suppressed a gulp. "Oh, I see," I finally managed.
"Yes, the D.A. wants a complete report from you on everything that happened. A description of the performers. Exactly what they did. How it affected the audience. I'm telling you, Mrs. Edwards...."
"Yes?" I anxiously interrupted.
"We're going to make an example of these people."
"I see," I whispered with creeping terror.
"The Boom Boom Room is the straw that broke the camel's back. The D.A. told me, that on the basis of your testimony, he thinks he can arouse enough support among the Grand Jury to close down the smut industry in our community once and for all. Once the participants in the Boom Boom Room are behind bars with stiff sentences, the rest of the filth industry will see the light and hightail it out of town. Aren't you happy?"
"Oh, yes, thrilled," I droned like a tape recording, while inside my fuses were blowing.
"I knew you would be," he gushed. "Your appointment with the D.A. is at ten this morning, so get on your horse. The Committee is depending on you."
After we hung up I thought about calling back and saying I had the flu or something, but finally rejected the idea. All that would do was postpone the inevitable.
No, I had to face facts. I had gotten myself in the spotlight, and now I had to do my best to keep from melting under the heat.
So I put on my most conservative outfit and went to keep the appointment. I'd just have to play it by ear.
The District Attorney was a young fellow named Gary Parrish who had been elected out of nowhere after charges of corruption had been levied against the long-time incumbent. It was well known that the new D.A. was dedicated to reform, and throwing the book at lawbreakers.
Up until now, Parrish's campaign promises had been stifled by the refusal of informants to come forward and provide evidence. Now, apparently, thanks to Rev. Worthington, I was to be his first star witness.
And, if I didn't play my cards right, perhaps his first scapegoat.
The young D.A. was waiting for me all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed when I got to his office. He eagerly informed me that he had put a hold on all of his appointments so he could give me all his attention.
"I want to wipe out this filth that's ruining our community," he informed me with withering intensity. "As far as I'm concerned, if I was forced to make the choice I'd rather see the streets running like rivers with drugs than to have a single sexual misfit free. I want to sound the message loud and clear that anyone who thinks they're going to get away with sex outside the home in this community is going to wind up behind bars."
"With no exceptions?" I tentatively asked, hoping I didn't betray myself.
"No exceptions," he snapped. "Decency is like a barrel of apples. A single rotten one can spoil everything. Now tell me about what you saw last night at the Boom Boom Room."
I launched into a clinical explanation of the previous evening's activities. The way I handled it you would have thought I was a professor of anatomy rather than an actual participant.
"Tell me about the man's penis again, Mrs. Edwards," Parrish interrupted me at one point. "From what you've told me, it in itself might be part of our habeas corpus in this case."
"Well, although, as I told you, I don't have a lot of experience in these matters," I demurely said, "it was by far the largest male organ I've ever seen."
"How long was it?"
"At least a foot ... probably more."
"Obscene!" he exclaimed excitedly. "And what about the woman? What about her cunt?"
His choice of words brought the conversation to a screeching halt. As we looked at each other, his boyish face dissolved into a red glow of embarrassment.
"Excuse me," he finally muttered. "I guess I got carried away."
"It's all right," I assured him, able to play a trump card when one was unexpectedly dealt to me. "Since I've been working with the Committee, I've found that it's usually easier to deal with obscenity if you call a spade a spade. Or a cunt a cunt, as the case may be. In other words, feel free to use the real thing around me, Mr. Parrish."
It was obvious that he was immensely relieved.
And so was I. For the first time I started to feel relatively comfortable.
"So tell me about her cunt," Parrish recaptured his earlier enthusiasm. "What did it look like on that stage with the huge cock inside of it."
"Then you want me to describe the actual fucking?" I asked without batting an eyelash.
"Please ... yes, it's essential to our case, every detail."
"She'd blown him first," I calmly summarized the events leading up to the object of Parrish's interest. "He'd come like a horse all over her, but neither she nor the audience was satisfied. They wanted to see actual penetration between her legs, even though the man had gone soft."
"I see," he said with gleaming eyes, practically panting for me to continue.
"So this woman got down on the floor, spread her legs, and forcibly stuffed the man's prick in her pussy. The audience loved it."
"And the man?"
"His cock started to get hard again right away. Eventually it was as stiff as if he'd never come in her mouth in the first place."
"Then what happened?"
"They fucked and fucked. She swiveled around on the stage so the crowd could see everything. The huge cock going in and out of her tight pussy, his hairy balls squashing against her ass."
"And?"
"He finally came," I laid it on the line. "He came harder the second time than he had the first time when he'd fucked her so hard in the mouth. The jizz was flying everyplace."
Parrish was so agitated that he bolted out of his chair. Rubbing his hands together, he paced the room.
"Now describe them to me. Tell me what they looked like from the waist up. Start with the woman first. We can have composite drawings made and put out an A.P.B. on them."
This, of course, was the part I'd dreaded. With potential corroborating evidence from Rev. Worthington's brother, a false description would probably be a waste of time. On the other hand, the truth might be fatal.
However, in the time since Parrish had hopped to his feet and I'd gotten a full view of him, there'd been an unforeseen development which softened my dilemma a great deal.
A softening of my dilemma that was paradoxically hard. As hard as his erect cock bulging like a rock under the taut crotch of his trousers. Obviously he had become so turned-on by our explicit conversation that he was on the verge of coming in his pants.
As I gazed at his aroused meat throbbing just beneath the surface, I had an inspiration. In a flash, a way out occurred to me.
Getting up from my chair, I walked over to him and made no bones about staring right between his legs. His pulsing cock practically tore the fabric trying to leap out at me when it was clear I'd noticed its condition.
Parrish started to mutter some sort of lame apology, but I cut him off. I was making up the rules from now on.
"Not only can I give you a description of the woman," I calmly informed him, "I can give you her name. But only under two conditions."
"What are they?" he gasped.
"One, that you agree to give her immunity," I said evenly.
"Impossible."
"Wait, you haven't heard the second condition."
"Yes?"
"That you take your hard cock out of your pants and fuck me with it right now."
He looked at me like I'd just given him the key to breaking up the Mafia.
Especially when I lifted up my skirt and showed him how dripping wet the crotch of my panties was for his stiff prick. He may have been a crime-busting D.A., but no state's evidence had ever excited him as much as the sight of my sopping pussy.
While he was still groping for words, I got rid of my clothes as quickly as possible. Then, nude, I started to work on peeling him as bare as I was.
By the time the hot flesh of my exposed loins was rubbing against his, his cock was standing out from his body like it had been constructed from an erector set. At the same time, the pussy juice was running down my thighs in torrents.
"You've got a big cock," I breathed hotly in his ear as I embraced him. "I love the way it rubs against my throbbing cunt. I can't wait to get it inside me. Do you think you can come in me at least a quart?"
All of his objections to my plea-bargaining had vanished. He was no longer the no-nonsense D.A., but just another horny man with a hot, throbbing cock. The lure of my hungry pussy had transformed him into a sex-machine.
We seemed to float over to his desk. Within moments we were positioning ourselves on top of it, preparing to fuck.
Spreading my legs to the ultimate, I presented my cunt to him like a hairy valentine. Gripping his arrow of love, I guided it on a straight line for the lush target between my thighs.
He was inside me instantly, as though we had been carrying on an affair for years rather than screwing for the first time. Although his cock was not as big as some of the others I had been dealing with lately, it seemed made for the inside of my pussy. As we fucked, it literally grooved to the spasming core of my being.
"Oh, you're so hard," I moaned. "I love your hard prick inside my pussy. You know just how to fuck me."
Pleased by my compliment, he redoubled his efforts to give me everything I wanted. Going deeper and deeper up my fuck-hole, the barbed end of his tool touched places that made me come. Although we had only begun to make love, I was already sweating like a pig from coming so hard.
I forgot all about my ulterior motives for initiating our intimacy. It was sheer pleasure that sent my hand under the conjunction of our genitals and spurred my fingers in a search for his asshole. By now I lusted to experience all of him I could, regardless of the eventual outcome.
My tongue ran across my lips from excitement when I felt how tight and gooey his asshole was. The anal muscles contracted around my knuckle, pulling the digit inside until the tip pressed against the unmistakable lump of his prostate.
Slowly working my finger in a circular motion, I teased his gland until it was more like stone than body tissue. The pressure it was putting on his sperm ducts must have been maddeningly intense.
In the meantime, his cock seemed to be growing larger in my cunt as I finger-fucked his ass. He was screwing me so deeply it felt like he was tearing me in two.
I was so excited that I raised my head and peered over Parrish's shoulder so I could see his beautiful cock slide in and out of my wetly grasping cunt. Just watching the pumping motion of his sleek tool was enough to make me start coming twice as hard as I'd already been doing.
It was fantastic. My orgasm was shattering my senses and he hadn't even creamed in me yet. This was the most incredibly sensual fuck I'd ever experienced.
The pleasure was so intense that my groaning became louder and louder, until, finally I was screaming at the top of my lungs. Crying out shamelessly, I begged to be fucked harder and harder, deeper and deeper, more and more brutally. My pussy throbbed and spasmed and sucked as I came like I'd never come before.
I was still screaming when he placed his hands under my legs and pushed them up to his shoulders. Then, with my finger still in his asshole, he got to his knees and rammed the horn of his cock into me like an enraged bull, deliciously goring me.
In and out his punishing prong traveled. My twat felt like it was twisting into knots and the volume of my screaming increased to a deafening wail.
I'd already come more in a few minutes with the District Attorney than I ever had with my husband, or any other man. And, incredibly, it seemed like I was just beginning. My cunt was creaming like someone had emptied a jar of mayonnaise between my legs.
Insanely anxious now to sample his hot jizz, I pulled the plug on his ass. As my hooked finger came spurting from his rectum with the aid of a sudden fart, his balls slammed against the mouth of my pussy, his dick lurched an extra inch up my fuck-hole, and he came at last.
Like an artery had been severed inside me, the cavity of my pussy filled with gushing liquid warmth. The excess came spurting from the engorged corners of my labia almost immediately. Suddenly my wriggling ass was drenched with leaking cum.
After an eruption like this one, I expected Parrish to gradually slow down, and then finally withdraw from me with a limp prick. However, to my astonishment, the more he came, the harder his fantastic tool seemed to get. Coming was apparently just foreplay for this stud.
Even though the spurting had ceased, the young D.A.'s rigid cock was still jack-hammering away. The walls of my pussy would be black and blue for days from the battering they were taking.
By now my orgasmic rainbow was streaked with pain. Hot, wonderful, vibrant pain that was so excruciating it added a whole new dimension to coming. The more my cunt ached, the better my senses liked it.
I couldn't for the life of me figure out why his cock felt so enormous inside me. Sure, Parrish had a decently sized hard-on to begin with, but in terms of sheer dimensions it didn't compare with some of the monstrosities I'd been sampling lately. Truthfully, I doubted that it was any larger than even my husband's dork on an inch-for-inch basis.
So where was the magic coming from? The magic engorging my spread loins that made it feel as though I'd sat on a fire-plug.
Ever since Parrish had become D.A. the media had referred to him as a boy-wonder. However, that was presumably for his prosecuting abilities, not his fucking prowess.
In any case, though, the nickname was apt. Boy-wonder was right. His cock was as tireless as any boy's.
In fact, its only difference from a horny teenager's was that it seemed twice as thick once it filled a woman's cunt than any inexperienced youth's could be.
Right now he was pumping that phallic thickness with such vigor that it was difficult to believe he'd already come in me once. His strokes were bolder and longer than ever before, the friction wonderfully unbearable.
His prick was rasping me like a file, pulling in and out in pistoning thrusts of several inches apiece. During one instant he would be buried within me to the hilt, his balls nestled between the cheeks of my ass. Then, with a gasp, he would pull all the way out until only his cockhead was still inserted in my cunt, my pussy lips desperately clutching it.
Then, wham, he was back inside again to the hilt.
Whooosh, he was out.
Oooommppphh, he was in.
Skidding and out.
Squishing and in.
Out!
In!
Out!
In!
This was fucking as I'd never known it before. Illicit sex with the man who had been elected by his fellow citizens to wipe out immorality in the community once and for all.
Once-and-for-all, my mind suddenly captured the key phrase.
Of course, that was it! How could I have been so blind? This was sex at its purest. Sex with the champion of decency.
Anyone could have sex with her husband, for heaven's sake, as I had been dutifully doing for years.
Or with pornographers and smut-peddlers, who, after all, were as disposed to fuck as rabbits in their mindless immorality.
But this man was different. Fucking with this man was a privilege. Any woman who wrapped her legs around him and felt his hard cock in her cunt had scaled the heights. Illicit sex with the man most committed to do battle with illicit sex was the most unique form of love-making possible.
You couldn't just spread your legs to get a man like this to fuck you. You had to be something special.
In getting this man to fuck me I had scaled the peak I'd never anticipated climbing when I entered the fray against obscenity. His cock blasting away in my tight cunt was like an award for all the hard work I had put into the cause.
It really wasn't illicit sex at all, I determined. Just exceptionally special. A perfect colloboration between two combatants for decency that was too pure for the rest of the world to understand.
His big prick in my wet twat was a symbol for everything both of us were fighting for. The pact for decency, and against evil, was sealed by the meshing of our throbbing loins.
Under the circumstances, I felt I had no alternative but to tell him the truth. Even as he was ramming me to the hilt with one of his battering strokes, I had no hesitation in telling him, "I was the girl in the floor-show at the Boom Boom Room last night. I took that foot-long cock in the same cunt you're fucking now."
"Was it as good as mine?" he asked, as his prick moved in and out between my legs.
"The forces of evil can never equal the forces for good," I assured him. "I've never been fucked by any prick, including that monster last night, that made me feel as good as yours. Or, should I say, as clean. I am your ally in the war against indecency till the bitter end."
"If everyone were like you, Mrs. Edwards," he pronounced hotly in my ear, while the tip of his cock seemed to burrow into my womb, "the world would be a lot better place to live in."
There was no point in any further conversation. We had come to a meeting of the minds as perfect as the meeting of his cock in my cunt. All that was left to do now was finish fucking.
As I watched his beautiful dick drive into my hungry pussy again and again, I went insane with arousal. I bounced back and forth on his cock furiously.
Grabbing my pulsing tits, he gouged his fingers like spikes into the soft flesh around my turgid nipples. Below, his greasy pole slid in and out of my pussy until we were both babbling with exotic agony, total prisoners of one another's fiery loins.
My cunt throbbed and tightened until I thought it would shred his meat into hamburger. The noose of my pussy seized his prick at the root and came just short of snapping it off from his loins.
His cock was buried so deeply within me that I felt like it was part of me. For an instant I was convinced I would spend the rest of my life with ten inches of male organ w-edged irrevocably between my legs.
My coming grew beyond all limits of definition. Orgasmic flames licked against the banks of my soul until I was a primitive, shrieking animal, frothing at the mouth in my quest for release.
"Come!" I screamed. "Fill my cunt with your sticky, hot decency!"
His roiling balls squashed maddeningly against my tingling pussy lips. There was no alternative but to squeal like he was branding me with a red-hot poker when, at last, I felt his sizzling cum shoot into the convulsing depths of my fuck-hole.
He pulled out, then rammed it in again, repeating the process over and over again as his cock spurted endlessly up my cunt. The center of my body was swamped with his thick fluid. My internal organs felt like they were drowning in the ocean of his pure sperm.
My own coming soared to new heights. The orgasmic feeling within me totally dominated my body so that I shivered like I was having a massive seizure.
Then, finally, after what seemed an eternity of spurting, he stopped ejaculating and draped limply over me with his cock still in my pussy. His rich cum rolled thickly out of me, running down my legs in a syrupy torrent.
Both the inside and outside of my body were sticky with the results of two outpourings of jism. Sweat poured from my armpits, face, tits and ass. Congealing pussy juice crystallized at the corners of my groin. I could bathe for a week and I'll probably never get it all off.
Yet, I felt cleaner than I ever had in my life. This fuck had taught me a valuable lesson I could never afford to forget.
As beguiling as the wrong road in life might be, it could never match the power of the right one.
In my crusade against smut, I had to admit I'd been secretly tempted by the foe many times. However, nothing that evil offered could match a perfect mating of good intentions.
My interlude with the District Attorney proved that good could still triumph when right-thinking people pooled their assets. Together, the D.A. and I were a team that could not be defeated.
The scum that would drag our community down into the slime would really have to look out now!