Chapter 9
"Where's my husband?" Becky called out. They were in another hotel, in another city, and she was wandering through the rooms and offices, dressed in her robe. Her hair was loose and flowing behind her in long, smooth tresses, her face set in the grim aspect of a huntress on the prowl. Her hips swayed under the thick material, showing off their fine, satisfying curves, and the swells of her high, firm breasts jiggled as she walked past the workers at their desks or tables.
She knew they were looking at her body, as much of it as they could make out, thinking, wondering what, if anything she wore under her bath robe. She walked with an extra swing to her as, feeling eyes on her, and wriggled her shoulders to let them see her large, voluptuous breasts move against the underside of the cloth. She was an attractive woman, and it gave people pleasure to look at her. She understood that now, and it didn't bother her at all.
"He's that way," somebody pointed. She acknowledged the help with a gracious smile.
Derek was sitting with some of his advisors, remapping the last-minute strategy of the campaign. Changing managers a week before the election was not the easiest way to win. The weary candidate stared intently at a paper in front of him, listening to someone talk, his large, tanned arm sticking out of sleeves rolled to the elbow, and his hand on his forehead.
His brown-haired, seductive siren of a wife came up behind him and slid her long, alluring arms around his bent neck and down across his large, strong chest. He pulled them farther over, so her hands reached almost to his crotch, and her breasts pressed against his tired shoulders. She leaned her head down and nibbled at his ear.
"I'd wait for you until hell freezes over, darling," she said with a wink at the others across the table. "But by then I'd be frozen over too and you'd have to open me up with an ice breaker." She massaged her large, soft breasts into his shoulders invitingly.
Her handsome husband pushed the paper back away from him, sliding it across the table. "Well, that's it for tonight, boys."
One of the men objected. "You're supposed to be interviewed by the reporter from the Courier in ten minutes. You know their prestige, Derek, and they're almost ready to come out for us."
"Tell him I'm busy," the candidate said, rubbing his golden cheek in his beautiful wife's luxuriant hair.
"You really can't afford to put these people off," another man put in.
Derek had an amused, but firm look on his face. "Tell them I'm making love to my wife, and I'll meet with them tomorrow."
"Can't that wait?"
"No!" Becky answered from over his broad shoulder.
"If they want a eunuch or a monk for Senator," Derek said, rising from his chair. "They better know right now I'm not their man."
They walked together back through the offices, Becky's arm around his waist, and his arm over her shoulder, dangling against, sometimes squeezing, her large, luscious breast. Their hips seemed locked together, pressed against each other as the good-looking candidate and his beautiful, horny wife smiled sexily at each other.
The workers grinned at them as they passed, and they grinned back their unabashed lust.
"Going to get down to the real work now, Congressman?" someone called to them.
"Do you tell them it's work?" Becky cried out in mock anger.
"Let us know how it goes."
Derek looked at him without stopping. "If you don't know it goes, fellow, George over there has some movies you can watch."
The room exploded with laughter as the bed-bound couple walked through the door. Becky reveled in the feeling that everybody knew they were going to make love, that in a little while, they would be in the throes of their passion.
The tall, seductive wife slipped off her robe as they went into her room, letting the thick material slide down her long, smooth back to reveal the snaking muscles running alongside her sensuously winding backbone as she swayed her shoulders and hips. Next the pure, round globes of her buttocks came into view, wiggling and tightening into tight, dimpled balls and relaxing again back into their soft, firm mounds.
The well-built, virile politician felt his loins buzz at the sight of his alluring, lovely, naked wife. Now that her ordeal was over, and he understood that she really did like sex, and she admitted her own desires and stopped being embarrassed that anyone else knew about them too, they made love frequently. But the more they did it, the more they wanted it.
He started unbuttoning his shirt as she whirled around and posed her voluptuous body for him, looking like a goddess of love, with her large, high breasts rising firm and plump on her chest, the lovely brown nipples set into the round fullness like teak wood in a smooth sphere of ivory. But this ivory moved, lifted up when she inhaled, and vibrated enticingly with her alluring undulations.
He let his shirt slip off over his muscular, tanned chest and shoulders, and fall away from his thick, soft blanket of light fur from his neck to his belt, flowing like a river around his tight, hard pectoral muscles. He let his eyes drop to Becky's slim, flat stomach, the muscles there rippling slightly as she waited impatiently for her young, virile husband to come to her.
Just where her waist swelled into the sensuous curve of her hips, her smooth, richly white skin dived under the tuft of her pubic hair, light brown and soft as silk tassel, which cuddled the space between her slightly-spread legs, with their long, smooth white thighs forming guardian columns, like carved marble, on either side of the opening to her temple of passion, the thin slit just visible through the cloud of her light hair.
Derek let his pants fall to the floor, and kicked them away. Her thighs were covered with a layer of curls over the bulging, powerful muscles pushing up through his tan, smooth skin. His slender hips shifted slightly with his rising passion, his long penis starting to stiffen, levering up from its downward position, a pointing arrow aimed at the object of its desire.
His lusty, naked wife strutted over to him, rolling her hips lasciviously and rotating her shoulders so that her large, voluptuous breasts swung back and forth on her chest, their firm, smooth roundness tantalizing his hands with their apparent softness. She knelt down in front of him, taking his growing cock in her delicate hands and began massaging its long thickness.
He could feel her fingers pressing into the hardening shaft of his cock, and could feel his blood start to flow into it, throbbing, pumping it up. His hard, slender ass started to twitch with the stimulation, and his testicles churned in their little pouches, revving up for the job at hand. He began rolling his hips back and forth to her pleasurable caressing, his long, straight back muscles tightening, and the firm, hard stomach clenching and relaxing.
The lusty Congressman put his hands on his wife's head, digging his fingers into her soft, luxurious hair. He could see her large breasts swinging as she moved her hands on his warming cock, the deep brown nipples tracing thrilling arcs above her folded thighs, knees apart, and the soft tuft of hair occupying the compelling, inviting space where they met at her sweet, soft crotch. He could see her press her belly down into that softness, leaning forward in small rocks of pleasure and anticipation. His hands itched to touch her.
Becky massaged his penis until it had risen its blood-filled length to the level of her mouth. Already the veins on the surface of the smooth shaft were swollen and purple, carrying the pulsing, hot blood quickened by his lust. Deliberately, without hesitation, she opened her full, soft lips and placed them around the bulbous, pink head of his cock, kissing its rubbery softness before closing her mouth cozily around its thickness. Her wet tongue touched the tip of his erect cock, licking the smooth, inflamed skin, and playing with the loose slit at the end, wriggled the tip of her tongue against it, as though to thrust its softness up inside him.
He basked lusciously in the pleasurable sensation of his tight cock immersed in the hot, wet closeness of her mouth, feeling her juices swirling around it, and her rasping tongue travel around and along its burning, throbbing fullness. Her teeth pricked lightly at the thick staff, sending waves of sharp sensations shooting up his undulating spine. She was letting it slide farther and farther in now, and he could feel the hardness of the roof of her mouth when her active, stimulating tongue pressed his hardness against it and thrust her head back and forth, rubbing his tender, inflamed skin against it while she rubbed her wet, hot tongue against the bottom. All of a sudden, he felt as though he were a long way from the action.
He sank down onto the lush carpet beside her, forcing her head down if she wanted to keep his throbbing, expanding cock in her mouth. She hardly noticed the contact of her cheek with the soft carpet, so entranced with the feel of her husband's cock in her mouth, the pulsing hardness of it against her soft, flickering tongue, and the bulbous head pressing ever more firmly against the soft tissue at the back of her mouth.
The aroused, golden-skinned candidate plunged his eager hands into the warm softness of her large, voluptuous breasts, kneading the pliant flesh tenderly, feeling it yield before his pressing fingers. He brushed his fingers over the smooth, white skin until he found the pleasurable tissue of her aura, firm and wrinkled, and in the middle of it the nipple rising up stiff and hardening from the increasing enjoyment she was deriving from sucking on his hot, expanding cock.
He rubbed his trembling finger over the little bead of erect flesh, feeling it rise even higher and harder with his stimulation, until it was as hard as a pebble and high enough for him to roll gently, pleasurably between his finger and thumb. He let his hand, shaking with the tremendous lust the beautiful young woman was inciting in him by sucking his burning cock, trail down from the soft mound of her breast and across the heaving, smooth plane of her belly, curled slightly around his reclining upper body, and down to the tantalizing shock of silky hair clamped between her tightly-pressed thighs passionately clenching together in spasms of growing lust.
The feel of her husband's hot hand moving toward her genitals, which were hot and moist now, the juices flowing from the activated glands, sent waves of pleasure through her aroused, jerking body. She sucked even harder on his hard, erect cock, pulling her cheeks in against the throbbing, thrusting shaft and feeling the vein-ribbed, burning skin glide smoothly against the slippery lining of her mouth. She closed her teeth tightly on the unyielding firmness that filled her mouth in an unconscious spasm of delight at the sensation of his fingers in her pubic hair, brushing through it, and twisting little tufts of it.
Her cunt was boiling now, yearning for his touch on the hot, moist walls of her lust-enthralled passage. She felt the ache in her buttocks as the fine, smooth globes tightened in response to the passion wracking her tall, sensual body, and thrills of lust, like electric shocks racing up and down her curving spine. She grasped her husband's hard, smooth buttocks in her trembling hands, pulling his huge, thrusting cock even deeper into her sucking, accepting mouth, feeling the rubbery bulb of the enlarged head push against the tender, mushy tissue at the back of her mouth.
Derek began massaging the mound of Venus under her fluff of nether hair, then moved his fingers down to the fiery, swollen softness of her vaginal lips, those inviting red columns guarding the entrance to her secret, mysterious opening. He ran his whorled finger the length of the hot lips, sending waves of pleasure into his wife's already ignited cunt, and down the quivering softness of her long white thighs. They swelled even more under his caresses, until they looked like tiny red balloons, shiny with the moisture seeping out of her churning, yearning cunt.
He slowly, tantalizingly worked his fingers down into the scalding wetness between the stiff lips. She rolled her head in ecstasy, as well as she could without losing the delicious hard cock in her mouth, rolling his hips with her, her lips and teeth now traveling the length of the stiff, swollen shaft of the burning penis, feeling the smooth skin pulsing against her hot, wet lips.
The folds of pink skin, covered with slick, thick fluid were slippery between his fingers, and he delved deeper still, to where the convulsing, swirling walls of her vagina fell away into the hot, lust-ridden body of his young wife, sloping down into the secret depths of the center of her sensations. He teased the opening, running his finger around and around the soft, quivering tissue until he could feel her stomach shuddering with desire and her fine, smooth legs rubbed convulsively against the soft, thick carpet under them.
She spread her legs, inviting him, offering him herself, giving herself up to the manly lusts of her god-like husband. The slit of her cunt widened into an alluring, welcoming depression, closed off lower down with the clamming, soaking walls clinging together, waiting, yearning, to be pushed apart. Slowly, gently, with increasing pressure and electrifying caressed, he thrust his finger into the glowing, throbbing furnace of her cunt, feeling the slippery, tender walls giving way before the pressure of his inserting digit. He was breathing heavily now, his lust fired by the titillation of his wife's sucking of his burning cock.
He wormed his thumb up along the tiny belfry of her slit, under the tickling, sopping strands of her pubic hair, and felt for the hard point of her clitoris. She jerked with convulsions of intense pleasure when he found it and began stroking its sharp, rising tip with the face of his thumb. Suddenly her cunt became hotter, and the juices started flowing faster, trickling out of the opening across his thrusting, prodding fingers and down the crack of her crotch, and back between the clenching hemispheres of her smooth, voluptuous ass.
They were both quivering now, lying together on the carpet, the pretty young wife moving her hot, soft lips up and down the length of his blood-dark erection, her eyes glassed over with lust, and her hands squeezing and manipulating the tight swells of his hard, strong haunches. Her fine, cream-white body was writhing under the expert, loving repeated plunging of his fingers into her searing, throbbing cunt, her round, smooth thighs closing and opening against his thrusting hand. Derek gyrated his hips with increasing spirit as the fiery lust began to build in his loins, thrusting his burning cock into his beautiful, young wife's accepting, welcoming mouth, his powerful stomach muscles rippling under the tanned surface of his belly.
He rolled Becky onto her back and lowered his flushed face to her open, melting, churning cunt. His tongue made warm contact with the hot, pulsing tissue of her labia, stroking them with long, languid licks of his rasping, passionate tongue, relishing the feel on the smooth, stretched skin, and the throb of the lust-fired blood forcing the skin into the ballooning glands of pleasure.
His impassioned wife would have moaned with indescribable pleasure if her mouth hadn't been filled with the glowing, thrusting delicious cock of her husband. She felt him curl his loving tongue down into the furnace of her billowing cunt, forcing the yielding, sensitive walls apart, stroking them with his wet roughness until they seemed to burn with pleasure and the desire for pleasure, rotating his boneless muscle against her clamoring, surging tissue.
He closed his lips on hers, his tongue plunged far down into the depths of her dark, fiery pocket, feeling the molten, moist sides cling to his nerve-rich surface as though they were sucking at it, pulling it into the abyss of her unquenchable lust. Her soft pubic hair brushed and tickled his upper lip and chin, like a velvet moustache and beard on his clean-cut face. She closed her long, quivering thighs on his head, pressing her smooth, tender skin against his flushed, pink ears and moving up and down, forcing his buried tongue into ever more violent cleaving of her vagina.
Her lush, burning breasts rubbed against the quivering bronze skin of his lower belly, her hard erect nipples pressing into him like two pebbles. They rubbed their sweating bellies together sensuously as they thrust together at both ends of their passionate, aroused bodies. His penis was still embedded in her sucking, clamoring mouth, her tongue fluttering its liquid ministrations to the tight, hot skin stretched over the immense erection of his huge cock. And her hips writhed in unendurable excitement under the licking, probing tongue in her cunt, wet skin gliding against wet skin, and fermenting with their spirited friction a passion that swelled and spread to control their whole, beautiful bodies.
Both of them sucked in lung-stretching gasps through their widening nostrils, the rush of air expelled at the same time by both lovers as they vibrated their bodies in exquisite union of physical passion, becoming a single body, a single organism in their overwhelming lust. Derek's sucking mouth slid back and forth over the wetness of her throbbing vagina opening, his tongue swirling wildly against her soft, tender tunnel walls, his nose pressed against the tiny pink pucker of her anus. He could feel his churning testicles flop sensuously against Becky's face every time his excited, stiff cock thrust far back into her gaping mouth, pressing against the contracting throat muscles.
The young, lust-possessed wife felt her fiery passion concentrate at the deep, secret tip of her convulsing cunt, a gathering into a hot ball of pure desire, pure sensation, then swirling, slowly at first, with the weave of her spine, at the speed of the thrusting of Derek's sweet cock into her clamoring mouth. Then faster, spinning around itself, sending out arms of fire into a blazing spiral setting all her muscles, all her tissue, afire with its intensity. She was going to come! Her panting became erratic as the whirling inferno reached up through her body to touch her lungs with its fire. She thought she had reached the summit of physical ecstasy, but it just kept rising, soaring into unendurable rapture, beyond feeling, beyond her control, seizing her body and vibrating it into quivering, shaking that she could hardly perceive.
The door opened. "Excuse me, but we have to have these reports right away," someone said. In her state of extreme rapture, the young wife was aware of someone entering the room and crossing the floor to the table. Just then, her climax burst through its final barrier and exploded into her frail, lust-wracked body.
Somehow she managed to cry out around Derek's thrusting, huge cock filling her mouth, uttering a series of high, sharp cries of ultimate pleasure. Her arms and legs flailed uncontrollable, and her hips quaked and whipped in violent turmoil, nearly whipping out from around Derek's loving, lashing tongue. Then even her senses were swallowed up in the exploding release of her unbridled lust.
Her husband rode the fury of her orgasm, his face pressed against the writhing furnace of her cunt, feeling the flow of passion-fed juices burst into a gush that flooded his open mouth and ran down his cheek and chin, trickling into his ear as her wild gyrations threw them this way and that on the carpet. He paid no attention to whoever had come into the room, skirted the writhing, entwined bodies, then left again.
By the time his enraptured wife's climax had subsided to trembling and deep panting, his own sensations were rising to fulfillment, growling in his bowls, and vibrating his loins into an whirr of impending ecstasy. The glow coalesced into a searing incandescence at the base of his aching cock.
But just then, Becky wriggled from of his clutching, impassioned embrace. Her eyes were still glazed, her face flush with blood, and her fine brown hair plastered with sweat to the side of her head. He could feel her arms and legs quivering, and her belly heaving with physical desire.
"Here," she managed to get out between loud gasps, and turned around and guided his burning, blood-filled cock into her churning, scalding cunt. "More," she said, with a ragged smile before she clasped her surprised but willing husband to her hot, quivering nakedness once more, and pressed her wet, burning lips onto his mouth.
He only had time for two or three powerful thrusts of his lust-inflamed hips, plunging his thick, long cock deep into the dark, wet furnace of her cunt, stretching the thin, tingling walls and the far, secret end of her tunnel of lust with the enlarged, searing, bulbous head swollen nearly to bursting with the approaching orgasm.
But that was enough to set her off again. Her exhausted body regained it vigor, suddenly kindled into another flight of soaring rapture by the sundering of her cunt with his thrusting, hammering cock. This time her cries of ecstasy came loud and shrill, her rapid breaths expelled from her contracting lungs in audible echoes of her inexpressible peak of ecstasy.
Her husband, the candidate for Senate who was supposed to be facing the reporters at that moment, arched his clenched back, feeling the burning thrill of raging passion tear through his muscular body, setting him on blinding seething fire. His belly heaved convulsively under him, and his thick, hard thighs jerked with the flow of his agonizing rapture through his body as the stream of white-hot sperm rushed down its pulsing tube and shot into her writhing, mindless cunt, filling it with the first spurt, and with each following spurt overflowing her fleshy pocket, so the mixture of his juices and hers flowed out over her crimson, shiny labia and flooded across her crotch, inundating her soaked pubic hair and flowing in crooked rivulets across the upturned cheeks of her quivering ass, like burning, external veins of throbbing passion.
Again and again the frenzied sperm spurted into his wife's ecstatic cunt, until they were both smeared with the white, thick fluid. Slowly his body released all its pent-up lust, and he collapsed in exhaustion over her limp, exhausted body and they lay together for a long time sharing their fulfillment.