Chapter 1
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.
"Oh, yes, yes, yes, eat me, Joannie, eat me!" cried Marcie.
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.