Chapter 4
It was well after midnight when the last meeting broke up. The locals couldn't guarantee victory for Derek Kohn-his opponent had always been popular with loggers-but they did agree to close cooperation between local and state-wide campaigns: joint promotion and fund-raising, mutual endorsement, and united-front positions on several issues important to both campaigns. It hadn't been easy, but it had been worth it; two efforts were better than one.
Derek looked around the emptying conference room, stretching and feeling his tired muscles rippling under his shirt. His sleeves were rolled up to reveal thick, powerful, tanned forearms, and he had loosened his tie and unbuttoned his top button so long ago that he forgot he had them on.
Mac was gone, probably already setting the wheels in motion to bring about the proposals they had agreed on just minutes before. Linda was going over with one of the local party leaders some of the paperwork, her dark-rimmed glasses and tied up hair making her look frigid, all business, and hard and tight as the clams they think so much of here. But the man across from her seemed to be noticing more than her efficiency. His eyes kept flicking up from the table to her large breasts, modestly encased in bra and dress, but obvious, certainly, to anyone who cared about such things.
The candidate himself let his gaze linger there on the round fullness, remembering what was under them, then slid his sight down her slender, contoured back to where her shapely bottom was flattened against the hard metal seat of the folding chair. As though she knew he was looking at them, she tightened the delicious cheeks into firm, round globes. He could almost make out the dimples at the sides through the layers of cloth that were designed to hide them.
He felt a single throb in his loins that sent out reverberations like the dull, solid plunk of a stone dropped into deep water. That's what would make the day complete. Suddenly he remembered that Becky was there in the hotel. He said brief farewells to everyone, and quickly made his way up to her room. She seemed so out of place here, no wonder he had forgotten her.
The room was quiet and dark. "Becky?" he called, suddenly surrounded with the smell of a woman in bed, and grinning at the prospect of joining her there, grinned all the way down to his groin. She was asleep, sound asleep. She didn't hear when he called her, or respond when he rubbed her delicious, inviting back, with its spine nestled down between the two ribbons of muscle. He even patted her on the behind, patted harder than he usually did, but she was as still and quiet as a piece of meat, breathing gently, slowly, but completely beyond his reach. She had pleaded so hard to come, hinting strongly that she missed him in bed, and now this.
He considered actually hitting her, slapping her on her long, white cheek as it lay on the pillow, just a shade darker than the bleached satin pillow case. But instead, half disappointed and half angry, he got up and left the room.
"God dammit, after all that, she's fast asleep and I'm horny as an old bull put out to pasture," he stormed to his attractive secretary. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, dressed in a slinky black slip that ended in lace just above her knees, the contrast between the shiny material and her pale legs caught his eye for a second before he took in the rest of her, her loose hair now falling in wild splashes across her shoulders, almost hiding the strap of her slip. Her graceful feet were bare, her tiny toes sunk in the carpet as though grasping the deep pile.
She beamed when she saw him and slid one hand down the round, slip-covered length of her thigh. "We were just talking about you."
The local party boss was sitting in the chair. He had his shoes and his shirt off, a clean white undershirt covering most of his thick barrel chest, but leaving enough showing to see the rough-hewn muscles and the wisps of coarse hair.
"Hi, Paul," the politician greeted the solid, square ex-logger, without surprise or concern. Then he turned back to the pert redhead on the bed. "I swear, I just can't figure that woman out sometimes."
Linda shrugged. "She seemed real anxious to see you," she said, lifting up her slip to remove her hose, the light, almost transparent web clinging to her skin as she pulled it off. Both the men watched with interest as she revealed the round, smooth whiteness of her thighs under the black slip. Then she stood. "Drinks?" she invited them both. Both agreed.
Paul seemed nervous, moving his thick, short fingers around the delicate crystal glass. He watched as the beautiful, alluring redhead and the handsome, successful politician exchanged glances during the conversation, and became increasingly dismayed at the interruption of what would have been a rare night for this simple rustic. He sized up Derek, and decided he could throw him out if he wanted to. Derek had strong arms and shoulders, and was a pretty big man, but the older logger had spent a good part of his life wrestling bulldozers up mountains, and wrestling logs eight feet in diameter down mountains, wrestling chains that could break a man in half, and of course wrestling other loggers who were as tough as he was. But if he roughed up the man, he saw that he'd have to rough up the woman too, and there was the campaign to think about, as well as the law.
When he saw that Derek was showing no signs of leaving, the defeated, square-framed man reached for his shirt and started to put it on.
"You're not leaving?" the seductive redhead exclaimed, rising from the bed and crossing to kneel on the floor next to his chair, her slip rising on her white, full thighs, and her pale hands resting invitingly on his thick, powerful leg just above the knee. As she leaned toward him, her slip bulged out at the neck, and he could see the white bra underneath, seeming ready to burst with the pressure of the heavy, alluring breasts inside.
"Well, it didn't look..." he began.
"Oh," she laid her head on his knees, her cheekbone pressed against his taut, nervous muscles. Immediately his loins began to tingle, and he was aware of his long, limp cock doubled up against his balls. "I haven't forgotten you. You came to fuck, didn't you?"
"That's putting it bluntly," Paul thought, enjoying the light pressure of her breast against his calf. "Yeah, I guess so," he admitted, and looked over at the younger man in the other chair. He was looking at the two of them over his raised glass, and didn't seem to be annoyed or laughing at him.
"You're worried about Derek?" she asked, noticing his glance. "I expect he came to fuck too, so there's no problem. All right?"
Derek smiled and nodded approval, and the big logger's balls started rumbling like a 'dozer in low gear. This sort of thing was common in the back woods, but the prospect of doing it with these high-faluting, folks, famous politicians and beautiful city women was exciting. He could feel the warmth growing inside him, starting to prickle against the inside of his skin. "Sure, all right with me," he said, and put his big, square hand on Linda's soft, delicate head, covering her cheek and ear with the palm, and digging his thick fingers into her fine, red hair.
The secretary thrilled at her good fortune, pressing her legs together over her warm crotch and feeling the sharp pangs of delight shooting through her body. She began massaging the bulging muscles of the logger's thigh, working higher and higher toward the growing bulge at the top. Her spine weaved and curved as she undulated her hips with the pleasure of feeling him, of knowing that he was enjoying her long, slow strokes, that it was making him want her, catching him on fire.
Paul ran his hands down her neck and out onto the swaying, smooth black expanse of her back, tracing the lines of the petite bundles of muscle and the twisting, weaving snake of her knobbed spine. She scooted her undulating, delicious body upward against his burning thighs, so that her inviting, palpitating lips grew tantalizingly closer to his crotch, where his cock was uncurling and stiffening under her sexy, maddening ministrations.
Her hands and her head crept upward at a slow, unbearable pace until she had her arms around his hips, and was burying her nose into the hardening, sensitive moistness at his crotch. With deliberate, provocative precision, she unfastened his pants, unzipped them, and pressed her warm, mauling lips against the thick, throbbing shaft of his cock, still under his shorts. One further operation, and it was out in the open, the thick, hard column rising up out of its nest of matted, black hair, the full veins standing up under the skin, purple with their rushing blood, and the bulbous, rubbery tip already smooth and glistening from the sperm that had seeped out.
She took the base of his throbbing, turgid limb in her hands, and the tip in her mouth, stroking from both ends at once, until he could feel the surge of fluids his lust was producing in his burning testicles. She was rotating her large, voluptuous breasts against his thighs now while she ran her flickering tongue over and around the scalding tissue of his penis. He felt his blood pumping faster through his whole body, and rising in temperature so that his deep-lined face, his massive shoulders and arms, and his great round chest and belly with its curls of hair felt hot and pink.
He lifted up the back of her slip so that he could see the bare, white skin underneath, her smooth back rippling and billowing as she sucked and mouthed his throbbing cock. He pulled up it until he could reach the catch and unhook her bra, then he thrust his quivering finger down around her sides to her soft, ripe breasts pressed against the fabric of his pants. His stubby fingers were nearly lost in the mass of firm, warm billows of her luscious breasts, kneading and squeezing in rapturous pleasure, then worming farther down until he hit the hard, firm nipples, risen to pebble-hard succulent tips on her yielding, pliant globes. The feel of the tiny, hard nipples made his burning cock even harder and longer as it slid in and out of the pert, young secretary's clasping, slavering lips, her saliva trickling down the hard, thick shaft to her hands still jerking the loose skin up and down, crashing against her mouth painfully with every savage stroke.
Derek could stand it no longer. He quickly tipped up his glass and drained the last of his drink, then stood up and started removing his clothes. He laid his coat over the back of the chair, and then dropped his pants to reveal the thick, muscular thighs with their tanned, smooth skin. Next his shirt slipped off over his wide, bulging shoulders and the flexing biceps, and then he carefully lifted the elastic waistband of his shorts over his partially-erect penis and peeled them off, standing in the room like a golden god in his perfect, attractive proportions.
He strode manfully over to his kneeling, sexy secretary, and pulled her thin, nylon panties down over her full, white ass, his fingers brushing against the clutching, trembling globes, then reached around her rocking hips and placed his smooth, tanned hands against the white, flat plane of her heaving belly, and began rubbing the smooth skin with his palm, rotating in tight circles and pressing the softness into her.
This new, pleasurable sensation caused her to increase the speed at which she was sucking Paul's thick, hot, surging cock, and to clasp it between her teeth so that he could feel the sharp, hard points scraping against the aroused skin, bringing it to new heights of alertness and sensitivity. At the same time, she spread her legs and arched her back to make her ass turn up and expose her dark tuft of hair between her legs, and the glistening, mysterious slit between her two red, swollen lips. With trembling, lust-quickened fingers, she pulled the pants down and off of the rough, knobby legs of the ex-logger, and slid her moist, warm hands up his round, hard, hairy belly, pushing up his undershirt and massaging with sensuous, erotic strokes the blood-flushed skin until he could feel it tingle, as though it were rising under her brisk massage, and radiating whirls of driving lust all through his massive body.
The feeling of two men at once excited Linda into unbound writhes of lust, her enticing body twisting and undulating with bewitching convulsions, as the fire of passion built into a raging inferno in her itching, yearning belly. She could feel the juice flowing in her excited cunt, and the boiling, surging activity in the tender, lust-awakened passage to her ecstasy. She rasped her writhing, passionate tongue against the gnarled skin of the thick, hot cock in her mouth, feeling it swell even larger and pulse, the large, rubbery tip blowing up like a balloon between her tongue and the roof of her mouth.
The handsome, god-like candidate for the Senate plunged his long index finger into her clamoring cunt and began stroking the thin, tender walls, gliding his fingers along in the slippery, thick juices it was producing. He lowered his lust-warmed lips to her heaving back, and began mouthing the soft, white skin that stretched and loosened over her delicious, sexual curves as she rocked her hips enchantingly and pushed herself wildly up and down on the seated, excited loggers throbbing, burning cock. He thrust his finger in her glowing, slobbery cunt as far as it would reach, and traced a circle with the tip deep in the molten pocket of her wanton passion, feeling it slide around and around, with the wet, hot walls lapping at it hungrily.
The lust-mad redhead threw her body back and forth, from one thrilling insertion to the other, first the logger's big throbbing cock would glide between her clamoring lips and crash its rubbery-tipped stiffness against the back of her mouth, and then when she let it slide back to her teeth, her married lover's fingers would ram against the burning, stretched walls of her cunt, giving out pangs of pleasure that made her rock her white, lovely, twitching body even faster from one impaling member to the other.
The fire in Derek's turgid penis made him quiver and flex his strong virile legs in torturous anticipation. His mouth slobbering its lust-induced saliva into wide, slick trails of wetness on his secretary's bucking, heaving back. He moved his sucking, hot lips down to her swelling, clenching cheeks, and slipped his eager tongue into the crack between the tight, convulsing globes, and felt them capture his wet, probing tongue in their clamoring, mindless clench.
With his hand that was not plunging repeatedly into Linda's swirling, churning cunt, he was stroking his hard, aching cock to its biggest, hardest erection, trying to relieve some of the pain his desire had lodged in the blood-filled limb. He stoked his excitement to a white-hot pitch, until finally he could feel the sperm start its way to the passageway, where it would spurt down in hot, searing shots. He whipped his wet, trembling finger out of the convulsing, wet interior of her pulsing cunt, and placed the throbbing, huge, red tip of his aching penis against the molten, red-hot lips at the mouth of her cunt, shiny and slippery with the passionate, uncontrollable flow of fluid from the churning furnace in the interior of her lust-fired cunt. He could feel her pulse beating against the throb of his blood in the hot, glowing tip ready to plunge into her soft passage.
The redhead was panting with pleasure and uncontrollable lust as she felt the turgid, hot point of her boss's eager cock positioned on the burning, irritated lips. She tried to screw back onto him, but she couldn't without depriving her hot, drooling mouth of the delectable taste and sensation of the crusty logger's bucking, hot cock against her tongue and the back of her mouth, its probing, blunt end pushing exotically into the soft tissue of her throat, and sending thrills of lust down her back and into her flushed breasts, which were being squeezed and fondled by the rough, thick fingers of the huge man's large, shaking hand.
Paul was bouncing in the chair, his fired blood surging through his aroused body until he couldn't hold still. He thrust his burning hips in the rhythm of the naked, squirming redhead sucking at his aching, searing cock, hammering it into her clamoring mouth until her cheeks slapped against his spread, tingling thighs, and he could feel the pressure of her pursed, slurping lips against the soaked matted tangle of his pubic hair. She had reached around under his ass, and was pulling the huge, soft haunches toward her face, spreading and letting the prickly velvet covering of the chair tickle his sensitive, clenching anus.
Linda's lust was coming to its high, exploding, fruition. She could feel it heating up inside her even before she felt the big, comforting cock press against her vaginal lips, forcing them aside and sliding past, stretching the opening around the huge thickness of hot, lurching manhood. Her head swirled at the overwhelming pleasure of his penetration, and got faster and faster, and more intense as he came farther and farther in until she thought he would burst out the end of her burning, stretched cunt and violate her belly too. She had forgotten how big he was. Finally the movement of the thrusting, fleshy shaft changed directions, but it still rubbed against the tender, flowing walls of her vagina, stoking the unendurable fire in her, shrieking a shrill rapture through her swirling nerves.
He started his rhythm, pulling the bloated, blood-swelled, length out until the tight, bulbous head was just inside her, and then plunge it back to the fiery depths of her blissful womanhood, opening the soft sheath before it, and pulling it closed behind as the wet walls clung to his driving, cleaving cock, as though to hang on to the instrument of their lust. He could feel the flow of the wet tissue against his sensitive skin, and it pricked his lust to hotter degrees, until he was panting in time to long thrusts into the furnace below.
The redheaded secretary's ravaged, pale body was being buffeted back and forth from one thrusting cock to the other as both men increased the tempo of their driving, savage hammering into her inviting, accommodating openings. Her burning breasts were rolling and rubbing against the logger's thick, rough hands as he pinched her hard, searing nipples between his fingers. Her breath came in sharp gasps pulled in through her nose, since her mouth was full of thick, driving, hot and throbbing cock.
She felt the seated, round logger increase his thrusts, faster and faster until he was wild with frenzy, flailing in his chair, jittering uncontrollably and driving his thick cock into her mouth faster than she could move her head to match his rapid vibrations. Then the massive, turgid tool swelled even more and filled her mouth so that she didn't believe she coul even move anymore. But still the giant hardness slid in and out against her clutched, sliding its hot fullness against her teeth, and against the slippery wetness of her cheeks and the rough wetness of her tongue.
The delirious rough logger felt his lust bubbling up through his loins, burning and unstoppable. He lost control of his arms and legs, and just watched them fling around him helplessly. The feel of his huge, hot cock inside Linda's sucking, wet mouth, and the sight of Derek fucking her, his naked, tanned chest visible above the naked white, heaving globes of her ass, was more stimulation than he could contain, even in his massive, barrel chest and thick limbs. He let out a short growl, and then a longer, higher sound that stretched up into a passionate, ecstatic bellow as he felt his white-hot sperm rush down the length of his thrusting, wet cock and spurt into the pretty redhead's warm, accepting throat. He felt her muscles open and close against the electrified head of his penis as she swallowed the spewing, thick liquid erupting from his bucking, scalding cock.
When his climax waned and his wild thrusts subsided, she kept his spent cock in her mouth, still rocking with the rhythm of Derek's violent thrusts into her cunt. She licked and mouthed and swallowed as the remains of his sperm seeped out, and rolled his shrinking cock around with her tongue, so that the sensitized skin still sent out shudders of almost unbearable pleasure that made him jerk his big, heavy frame and squeeze her bilious, hot breasts in his convulsing hands.
Derek watched the older man's orgasm with mounting pleasure, knowing that soon he too would be flailing and throwing his body about in uncontrollable rapture. He could feel the heat in Linda's writhing cunt increase until she jerked so wildly that he had to hold her flailing, convulsing hips to keep from throwing her off his impaling member.
She had felt her passion jump at the taste of the logger's spurting, fiery sperm in her throat, and the feel if the thick, virile fluid slithering down her convulsing throat. Now she turned her attention to Derek's driving, burning cock embedded in the intimate furnace of her hotly clutching vagina. She twisted and threw herself back against its throbbing, burning violation of her most private, deepest recesses, turning her into a creature possessed by nothing else but pure animal lust, driving out all other considerations.
She shuddered, her whole body shivering as though cold, though her white, smooth skin was drenched in sweat. Her breasts were fiery with desire, and the nipples ached and chaffed under the delicious ministrations of the satiated but still excited Paul. In her wild passion, she tried to close her legs, but the thick, plunging cock between her legs wouldn't let them close. She cried out, expeling at last the limp, shriveled cock she had been unconsciously licking and sucking since it exploded into her mouth.
The increased pressure of the secretary trying to close her thighs on his penis as it delved and plundered in her white-hot pulsing, slobbering cunt, made new sparks of wild desire jump up the long, thick, blood-filled shaft to his belly like an electric shock, and he thrust still harder, still deeper into his old lover's still familiar opening, until he could feel the flat, hardness of her unyielding cervix against the incandescent, stimulated tip of his driving manhood.
They were moaning together now, the secretary's high, sharp cries of unbound pleasure and her boss's lower grunts of exertion and frustration as he pounded his fiery cock into the clasping, churning tunnel to her ecstasy. His hands were pulling the cheeks of her gyrating ass apart, spreading the white, clenching billows of smooth muscle and pulling the globes into his belly loudly between their moans.
"Ohhhh," she called hoarsely, "I'm ... I'm going to come. I can feel it getting closer." She pressed her flailing face against Paul's bare, hairy lap and arched her back to press her large, delicious breasts into his clasping, rough hands. "Harder," she gasped.
Derek hammered into her as hard as he could, his thick, wet cock disappearing into the molten, heaving slit between the two crimson, swollen lips now shining with the overflowing juices the friction of his stiff, relentless plunges were bringing out of her lavering, lust-fired cunt.
The redhead's body felt as though it were flowing with molten rock running out of a volcano, streams of glowing, burning rapture cutting through her flesh and organs, igniting them all in a great, ultimate conflagration of mindless, totally sensual, breathless ecstasy. Then it was there, right under her skin, right at the deep, secret, searing tip of her distended, burning cunt. Her cries became longer and more desperate, merging into each other to become one long wail of pure fulfillment swallowing all her desire, all her tension in long gulps of sensation.
She pressed her bared teeth into Paul's rough, hairy leg, and arched her stiffened back into a smooth, white, glistening curve that lifted her ass and pressed her throbbing, scorching cunt deeper around Derek's thick, hot, driving penis, forcing the tender skin at the end to stretch to its very limit. Her cunt burst with juice, drowning the huge member in sweet, thick, boiling liquid, that bubbled out the sides and down her twitching, convulsing thighs.
Immediately, Derek felt his own orgasm flaring, exploding down the slimy, blood-thick length of his pumping, driving organ. He took a giant, gasping breath to voice his whirling, shattering climax, but then he couldn't exhale, as he felt the white-hot fluid sear down his cock and spew out into Linda's waiting, still clamoring cunt, his sperm flowing out of her engorged pocket and overtaking the still-hot, still turbulent juices of her climax, as load after load spilled out, surging against the back of her cunt with the force of his lust burst from its dam and smashing like the crest of a flood against anything in the way.
Slowly the pressure in his loins emptied itself into her dark, mysterious depths, and they both slumped on the floor in total exhaustion from the physical and mental intensity of their intercourse. The room was filled with the heavy, sickly-sweet aroma of sex.
"Here we are," said Paul. He had risen after their orgasm and poured three drinks, which he handed to his partners. "Here we are," he said again when the three of them were sitting, naked and satisfied on the lush carpet. They toasted each other and drank deeply of the sharp, sweet liquor.