Chapter 12
Bull looked at Lisa with total lust, unable to suppress the flock of deliciously depraved ideas that fluttered through his mind. Bull could scarcely wait to see her lovely flesh, the curve of her tit, the enchanting mouth of her cunt. He yearned for the sight of her naked body. The liquor had gone straight to his lecherous gonads, and his cock felt as if it would burst with lust.
It was when he was in this state that he most enjoyed the battle of the sexes. His cock felt stuffed with joy juices and eager for a love target to shoot at.
His eyes caressed the lips, the mouth that soon, he imagined, would be wrapped around his tool? making the sweet sounds of sucking.
This image was like a kick in the head to him. He sipped his drink and told himself to bide his time, to behave like a gentleman, to control his animal impulses, because it would all pay off later.
So he pretended to listen to Greta tell the comic incident of the hotel room. He knew the politician, a guy who just couldn't handle his bourbon. What a sickness was there! It was sad, if you thought about it; these men had the world by the tail—because, in fact, political men did. They had everything going for them, yet they could screw it all up by doing their thing in public, ruining it all!
You could fuck yourself up if you didn't learn how to handle the bottle or how to handle your women, Bull thought. Nothing like that could ever happen to him. He was just too shrewd and careful. Of course women weren't as bad as booze. For it had never yet happened that a womanizer in Congress had gotten into serious trouble. He couldn't think of one incident. Yeah, cunt was okay. But booze was the no-no. Booze was dynamite.
He could drink here, in the privacy of his home, and carouse a bit with a couple of captivating quiffs. But he would never go racing into any public hotel where prying eyes and gossip-mongers could ruin his rep. Bull was a bawdy guy, but he was no blockhead!
Bull smiled with self-satisfaction and contemplated the girls. What a stunning little bitch this Lisa was! He hadn't seen anything like her in years. Pure honey, and probably a honey-cunt too. He could practically smell the honey.
Now the big trick was to get them started. Not that it was much of a trick. He just had to make a pass at Greta and she would peel off her things; and that, in turn, would turn on Lisa. Right?
But it was dumb of him even to make a plan, since they had both drunk so many martinis that, by this time, all he had to do was say something sexy, and presto, cunto! At least, that's how Bull figured it.
And so as he brought the drink over to Greta he leered at her luscious tits.
"Do you know what I would love to do, Greta?"
"I'd be an idiot not to know," she said.
"Well, I wish you'd let me tell you," he complained.
"Okay. Tell me."
"I'd like to lick your pussy."
"What else is new?" she said.
Greta smiled, but Lisa did not.
He turned to her. "I'm sorry. Did I hurt your feelings, Lisa?"
"Yes." Her cat-green eyes stared at him.
"Why, then, I'd like to lick you, too, if you must Greta smiled again. "Well, Lisa, if he wants to do that sort of thing, why should we stop him?"
Lisa said nothing, but ran her hand over her left breast, as if something there needed to be caressed.
Greta said, "Yes, Lisa, I think it might be a nice thing to give this brute his head. I have heard he has a great taste for cunt."
Lisa by this time was indeed feeling the martinis. She felt very loosened-up, even lustful. She liked the idea of playing sex games while high on booze, and she couldn't help remembering the time when she, Greta and Uncle Mike had done all those indelicate things with each other.
But she hesitated, looking at the vigorous, dynamic man standing in front of her.
"Do you think it's right? I mean, Mr. Hardin is in government. He should be an example of morality."
Bull grinned. "Did you ever hear the saying, Miss Lisa, that a stiff cock has no morality?"
She smiled sweetly. "Well, I'm just a li'l ol' southern girl from a li'l ol' town in Alabama, and I haven't heard very much, if you must know."
"Well," said Bull lustfully, "we're going to teach you a lot up here in this wicked city." He reached over and put his lips on hers, then laid a hand on her tit. He was flabbergasted at how full and plentiful it was. He stroked it gently and felt the nipple stiffening deliciously, telling him that this sweet young beauty was responding to the promise of sex.
Greta, meanwhile, turned-on by the sight of the kissing lovers, went over to them, dropped to the rug at Bull's feet and opened the zipper of his pants. Pulling out his fat, ferocious-looking pecker, she gave it a gentle kiss, and then a couple of sweet lingering licks over its rambunctious head.
Then she pulled and jerked on his pants until they came off, and his shorts with them, so that his cock and balls were now delightfully visible.
"I like to see the goodies," she explained. Still on her knees, she shifted over to Lisa, pulled up her dress and pulled down her silky panties to reveal her exquisitely formed venus mound and her lovely young cunt, surrounded by golden hair.
Greta instantly felt an intense desire to lash that cunt a bit with her ever-loving tongue. She leaned forward to plant a kiss on the mound, then on top of the slit. Then, overpowered by the taste and touch of Lisa's cunt, she fell to giving it a serious licking.
This put Lisa into a state of high-octane excitement, and she reached for Bull's ponderous pole, heavy and swollen with lust, and stroked it.
Bull now reached into Lisa's dress and pulled out the tit he had been fondling. With a gasp, he lowered his head to it and began to titillate the fat, erect nipple with his hot tongue.
Lisa felt a great gush of excitement as a result of this double attack on her pussy and her tits. She slumped down on the couch, while Greta, awed by the feast in front of her, spread Lisa's thighs, the better to penetrate her target. She dug her tongue into Lisa's pussy and whipped it around, making contact with the clit, and feeling her own cunt juice up as she worked.
Greta loved to lick pussy, and naturally, delectable pussy like Lisa's made her rapturous. She whipped it and worried it with her tongue, separating the lips of the cunt with her fingers, determined to get as deep as possible.
Meanwhile Bull had stripped off Lisa's dress, the better to get at her sweet and bountiful tits. He went from one nipple to the other, sucking them, kneading the heavenly globes as if trying to squeeze out of them the juice of love.
For Lisa, it was an ecstatic scene, simultaneously having her pussy scrubbed by Greta's tongue and her tits sucked by Bull's hungry mouth.
She felt quivers of pleasure streaking through her loins, a sweet, soaring excitement that promised to launch her into the heaven of sex.
But Bull wanted a bit of excitement for himself now. He stopped sucking on Lisa's tit and brought his huge swollen cock up to her face.
Her eyes gleamed at the sight of the great slab of meat throbbing with fiendish lust. It seemed like a truncheon, stout and strong, meant to club her pussy into submission.
But Bull wanted to get his cock sucked, and. he shoveled his horrendous hunk of meat toward Lisa's fair lips. She did the nicest thing she could think of—she put her lovely mouth on his super prick and gave it a wetting-down with her warm tongue. She pulled on the smooth head, which looked to her just like a soldier's helmet. She licked it lovingly, and then went up and down the shaft with her tongue. She took hold of the balls and licked them too, enjoying their curious shape as she took each singly into her mouth, tenderly plying it with her tongue.
And all the while she could feel Greta working cleverly in her pussy. She was experiencing the most excruciating of thrills: licking Bull's stallion-sized cock while getting her hot cunt worked on!
She just adored it, and the tingles rippling through her vulva made her devour as much as she could of Bull's dynamite cock, sucking it deep into her throat.
Lisa was somewhat astonished that Bull, who, after all, was a mature man of fifty, could have such a vigorous cock. She was only seventeen, and not all that familiar with the variety of men and their performance. In any case, this was a terrific trio, and a fabulous, frenzied, delicious experience.
Her appreciation of Bull's cock was beyond words. Even as she sucked on his great shaft, she could feel the sweet thrills, the quiverings of pleasure going on and on in her vagina. There seemed to be some marvelous erotic connection between her cunt and her mouth—and Greta's tireless tongue was intensifying those sensations incredibly.
She stroked his hanging balls as she sucked even harder on his potent prick.
Bull, looking down at Lisa's sweet, fresh, lovely face, was delighted that a girl so young and so marvelous was doing this thing to him.
He glanced over at Greta, working on Lisa like a sucking machine, her tongue piercing the girl's cunt repeatedly, looking as though she was in the clutch of ecstasy.
He felt a sudden desire for something a bit offbeat. He wanted Greta to give him a ream job while he screwed Lisa. That seemed like a real fun idea. Greta was the sort of cunt who loved to use her tongue and her mouth. He had fucked her frantic mouth often enough to know that she could get orgasms from using her lips.
So he suddenly pulled his cock out of Lisa's gluttonous mouth, and then eased Greta away from the girl's cunt. Greta looked perturbed. He grinned at her wolfishly. "How about a nice ream job, darling?" he said.
And then he got between Lisa's thighs, gazed at her moist slit, wet from Greta's lickings, and put the head of his hard, mammoth cock at the entrance to that sweet-looking cunt.
He pushed in a bit, and felt the delicious resistance. She had a seventeen-year-old's cunt, all honey and tightness. He pushed a little harder, feeling the clutch of the tight snatch about his muscled meat. What a terrific scene this is, he thought, pushing in further, feeling the sweet clinging flesh, wet and wonderful, gripping the sides of his throbbing prong. Ah, the beauties of a sweet young fuck, he thought lecherously.
He listened to her soft groans of pleasure as he kept pushing his stalwart tool into her, until finally the whole of his monster meat had gone in, all the way to the hilt. What a fiendishly hot thing her snatch was!
Then he stopped and waited.
And then he smiled.
Because behind him, he could feel Greta's fingers parting the cheeks of his ass. Then he felt her face pressing between them, as her wet tongue delicately probed for his anus, and found it. Her lips wetly kissed it as her tongue pierced the tender tissues. It was a deliciously depraved pleasure to feel the nerves of his asshole vibrate under the stimulus of her quick tongue.
He was going to piss all over Greta when this was over, he thought excitedly. She was the sort of woman he loved to piss on.
Meanwhile his huge cock was still buried deep in Lisa's velvety vulva. He began to raise his hips slowly, pulling his giant tool from its delightful sheath. Grasping her hips, he slid back into the warm depths again, then worked his prong in and out, letting the head rub hard against her clit, feeling with each thrust the beautiful pleasure of fucking.
She was a real piece of pastry, he thought, something he wouldn't be able to get quite so easily if he weren't a big man in government, a man with big-time connections. Because Bull knew that women worshipped power. They were suckers for power. Even the luscious Lisa had spread her thighs, he thought, not because he was a male, but because he symbolized power. They always responded to power, Bull thought, just as the female in the animal world responded to it. The female stood around and waited for two males to fight, and then she fucked the winner. In the world of man, it was really the same thing, only a bit disguised. Money was power, too. It made women kowtow to you. They were quick to suck your cock if you had a big bank account. Perhaps. Bull thought, they were sucking money, not prick, at such a time.
Happy that he possessed this aphrodisiac called power, Bull now fell to fucking Lisa hard and vigorously, pummeling her pussy and feeling terrific.
He grabbed her silky buttocks, his fingers pressing into the sensuous flesh. She rose now to meet his thrusts, and her breath came faster, Then she moaned as his cock swelled enormously and hesitated for one gigantic moment of joy before it went off in a terrific burst of love juice.
Lisa stifled a scream when the juice hit her cunt. She felt great flutterings of pleasure as her orgasm swept through her body.
Bull rested in the warm, pulsating pussy for a while, letting his big cock go soft.
Greta was still working her mouth on his asshole. He focused on that sensation for a while, enjoying the dartings of her tongue.
Then he pulled out Ms cock, now limp, but still long and big. He stood up, and taking hold of Greta's hand, he pulled her with him as he headed out of the room.
She came along, a secret smile on her lips.
In the bathroom, she got into the bathtub and waited. He started to pee on her. First on her tits, then her cunt; then he moved up to her face. She opened her mouth, and he peed into it.
It gave him a terrific jolt of excitement to do that—even more than fucking Lisa!