Chapter 2
The stately walls of the Senate chamber echoed the last words of the tall, good- looking blond man. The body of men assembled there, hushed and respectful. Their faces were flushed and excited and as the last sound of the young man's words died away, the whole chamber broke into a thundering applause, cheering wildly, rising to their feet to honor him.
The room rocked back and forth as if a giant hand were swaying it from side to side.
"Bravo! Bravo!"
"Give'em hell, Paul!"
"Grand, simply grand!"
The cries of approval flooded the young senator, he blinked his eyes and tried to hold back a smile of satisfaction from his lips. He had meant to get to them like this, he knew he could and now he had.
Newspaper men were rushing out of the room to hurry to telephones and call in the story .of the young senator's dramatic speech and the effect it had had on the other men in the huge chamber.
Network reporters were crowding around him, trying vainly to throw the dozens of questions they had for him. He ignored them all, concentrating on listening to the few supporters that were crowding around him. Men who had backed him when it didn't look as if the bill he was pushing had a chance, now they would all share in its glory and he was not one to forget those that had been with him at the start.
He pushed his way through the mass of well-wishers and hangers-on and burst into the crowded hallway. A half dozen microphones were shoved in front of his face and he smiled, nodding to a greeting from a passer-by.
"Senator, how do you count for the tremendous change of heart the congress has had concerning your bill?" a reporter shouted.
"Hard work. Hard work on everybody's part. We needed to show my honored colleagues that we were right and they were wrong and I think we have done that."
"What's your prediction on the outcome of the vote?"
"I have none, though I feel it has a fairly good chance of passing now."
"Judging from the reception of your speech, I would rate the odds a little better than that," joked another reporter.
The senator smiled. "Well, a little wind goes a long way some time."
The group laughed at his put-down of himself. They liked this young guy. He was like a breath of fresh air in the stale old Capitol.
"Entertaining any ideas of the presidency, now, Senator Garnner?"
"I hardly have time to entertain my friends these days, much less the presidency."
The men laughed again and furiously wrote that down, Senator Garnner was always good for a witty comment or two.
"But obviously, what has happened with this bill over the last few weeks has had nationwide impact, Senator, surely you realize that your name is becoming well known to the majority of the American public."
"Gentlemen, the national elections are a couple of years away. By then I am sure that my red-hot name will have cooled off by then."
"What would you do if the vote went against you, Senator?"
"Buckle down and try again. This is one thing that must be done. You remember it was defeated several years ago, well it came back and if I can't get it done this time, I'll try again and again until I push it though or am out of office. And even then, somebody else will work on it because its importance goes beyond the petty careers of passing politicians."
As always the senator was ready with the wise-crack and the serious tone. He was one of the most respected men on the hill, which was no small feat for a junior senator from a small state. Try as he would to put down the rumors of him being propelled to a race for the highest office in the land, the wise reporters looked at Senator Paul Garnner as a real comer. He had the looks, the wit and the brains and the healthy dose of integrity that he rounded those out with wouldn't hurt at all.
Already some of the older men were courting him, stopping by to lend a hand to his state, give some friendly advice or openly show their support for him. The bill he had just so passionately defended to the rousing cheers of even those opposing it, had been doomed to failure until Senator Garnner came along and pushed and pushed it with sheer energy and will. His paper on it would become a classic and his skillful debating had left the harshest critics wagging their heads in confusion over his simple, honest and undeniable logic.
Yes, Paul Garnner was destined for more than just a junior senatorship, and as they said on the track, put your money on that boy, he wouldn't be a dark horse for very long.
When everyone returned to the chamber an hour later for the vote, if Senator Garnner was worried, he didn't look it. He sat quietly, his face concerned but not nervous and he spoke his aye vote quietly in a strong, controlled voice.
The bill passed by over a three to one majority. Again the chamber burst into wild cheers and thunderous ovations. Paul Garnner was forced by sheer public desire to take a few small bows before he could take his seat and the day's session could be closed.
He sat basking in the warm, exciting glow of the praise and obvious power he had. This was everything that being a senator was all about. The heated passion of being in the spotlight, defending something you worked on, believed in, seeing it come to life and happen. The dizzy, giddy feeling of a thousand eyes focused on you, waiting to see what you would do next.
All the hard work, all the long, lonely hours were worth it just to be here in this one moment of glory.
Paul Garnner smiled just a little. He thought about the newspaperman's comment, the question of the big one. Yes, he thought, it was possible, growing more and more possible every day. Perhaps some day he would really be called Mr. President. Who could tell?
The session closed and Paul Garnner walked slowly from the chambers into the crowded hallway. He pushed his way through the newsmen firing questions at him from all sides. When he reached the steps of the building he turned and spoke to them for a few minutes.
"Gentlemen," he sighed after answering a dozen questions. "Gentlemen, I am tired. It's been a long haul to this moment and right now I just want to relax."
He nodded to them and thanked them then pushed his way down the steps to his waiting limousine. He piled into the back, tossing his briefcase on the seat beside him and waved his hand to the crowd as the car pulled away.
"Damn, those boys never let up." he moaned, leaning his head back aginst the seat heavily.
"You look beat," his secretary said. She was a young woman in her middle twenties, petite and well groomed with a home-spun loveliness that covered up the fact that she was a determined, hard fighting young woman where it concerned the fate of her boss.
She sat on the other side of his briefcase, her legs folded together in front of her, holding a pile of papers on her lap.
"You work too hard," she told him.
"No more than you, Mary. You're right there with me all the time."
"That's a crock of bull. I'm sawing wood while you're still burning the midnight oil. How many mornings have I come in to find you passed out at your desk, a half-eaten sandwich by your side, cups of cold coffee littering what little space you have on the desk."
"You want the milkshake, you have to pay for it."
"Shit! You've been spending too much for those milkshakes, Paul, you're getting ripped off!"
"Well, maybe now that this damn bill is done, I can relax a little. I could use it."
"You have to go home tomorrow for a speech, you know that don't you?"
"What speech?"
"Roper's dedicating his dam, he asked you months ago and you said you would."
"That crooked bastard! Oh, how did I get suckered into that one?"
"I don't know but you did. I was amazed when you told me, myself. Considering your feelings about him."
"If I could put him out of business I would. He's the worst thing about the state. Damn!" he groaned and shook his head. "I suppose I can't get out of it."
"You could, if you wanted to." "No, no, I should do it. Besides, it will give me some time to see Fay."
"That's probably the real reason you're not bothering to try and duck the dedication."
"Yes, I know. I haven't spent much time with her these last few months. Too busy I guess. I'm sure she isn't happy."
"You do a lot of good, she should understand."
"Now, now, Mary, none of that. We've been through it. She just doesn't have the feel for politics that you do. Some people aren't filled with a burning passion to serve their fellow man, you know. That doesn't mean that they are lesser human beings."
"I'm not talking about taking an interest in your work. I'm talking about understanding what it means to you. She acts as if you avoid her on purpose when she should know that you work so hard and just don't have the time to come running home from the office every night like her friend's husband's do."
"That enough, Mary. I don't want to talk about it any more."
Mary sat back in the seat and closed her mouth. She wasn't going to bug her man any more. A part of her wanted to go on though, she hated seeing him looking so guilty about his wife.
If only it were me, she thought, if only I could be the one that stood beside him in life as well as work. We could get so much done.
But that was impossible of course. Paul Garnner loved his wife too much to think about leaving her, and that wouldn't help his career either. He was a strange man, this Paul Garnner. He never ran around on his wife, had never made so much as a single pass at Mary. Even his joking was almost completely devoid of sexual banter. Not that he was stuffy, far from it, he could tell an off-color joke with the best of them, but when it came to flirting, Paul Garnner never seemed to be interested.
She had come to work for him little over six months ago. She was fresh out of grad school eager to get down to work in the nation's Capitol. She had written for many jobs and hadn't heard from any of them until a letter came from Garnner inviting her to come to work for him.
She had not asked him for a job, but he had heard about her through a colleague in the senate who had praised her clear, simplistic writing and though he hadn't been able to give the girl a job, wanted to help her if he could.
She came in right on the beginning of the bill and had spent these last few months getting a close look at how things are done on the hill, and an even closer look at Senator Paul Garnner. It hadn't taken her long to not only decide that Garnner was the best of the new breed, a man that she could put her faith in and would follow all the way to the white house steps, but beyond that, she had fallen deeply in love with him.
He was so kind, so thoughtful and so damn good that it killed her to see him torn apart with guilt over his wife's increasing bitterness about their marriage. His wife was from the upper-class and used to having things her own way. She did not like sharing her husband with his work and had become increasingly cold with him.
Mary shuddered to think that Paul would ever find out some of the other things about his wife that she, Mary knew from friends and whispering gossips. Dangerous information was floating around the Capitol and she worried constantly that some of it would be made public, some of it get back to Paul, though it seemed to be handled discreetly.
Washington was a town were people turned their heads from many things and it was not considered the correct thing to do if you wandered around blabbing about any scandals about a man and his wife. That was sacred ground in many ways and such things were not talked about.
Thank god, for that, she thought. If Paul ever found out about some of the shit that woman's done, it would just kill him, just kill him.
She glanced anxiously over to her man, leaning against the side of the car now, seemingly asleep. He looked so childlike, not at all the thirty-eight years that he was. She yearned to reach out and touch him, pull his weary head to her breast and hug him tightly, comfort him in his lonely hours.
But as the good secretary that she was, she did nothing but try and arrange some papers for him to read, juggle his schedule to accomodate the turn of events that were leading him to head home for a speech he didn't want to give, but would because he'd given his word, people were counting on him and Paul Garnner rarely, and never on purpose, broke his word.
They drove steadily through the streets, the sun sinking slowly into the horizon, throwing a bright red and orange cast over the city.
"Paul? Paul, do you want to go home or what?" Mary asked him softly, touching his shoulder lightly.
Garnner shook his head and sat up in the seat. "What? Oh, I'm sorry, I must have dozed off. What were you saying?"
"I was asking you if you wanted to go home?"
"God, I don't know. I'm really tired. I feel like taking you out to dinner or something to celebrate, but man I am done in."
"Listen, I have some food at my place, let's go there and I'll cook you a dinner for a change. You haven't eaten anything decent in weeks."
"That sounds fine, I hate to put you to the trouble, but..."
"Oh, hell, I'd love to do it. Really, come on, Paul."
"Okay, okay, Mary, you'd think I was a movie star you were luring up to your apartment or something."
"No, you're better."
Paul looked at her strangely then chuckled to himself, leaning his head back and closing his eyes once more.
Mary had to wake him up when they reached her apartment building. He had fallen asleep again and though she hated to wake him, there was nothing else she could do and she was determined that he would eat a good meal tonight.
He followed her sleepily up the stairs into her apartment and flopped down on a couch while she made them drinks. She brought him his and sat down in a chair across from him. He smiled and tipped the glass to his lips in a toast.
"To our success."
"Yes, our success," she nodded, pouring some of the harsh, burning liquor down her throat, feeling the pleasurable fire it created cut its way to her belly.
He lit cigarettes and handed one to her leaning forward on the couch and across the table to hand it to her. She touched his hand briefly and felt a small tingle in her loins. She smoothed her skirt out and sat primly across from him, drinking slowly and smoking hurriedly.
Paul watched her as closely as if he were trying to figure out what she was thinking, and his careful observance of her made her nervous.
She didn't want her feelings known.
She stood up, stabbing out her smoke and said, "What do you like for dinner, meat or fowl?"
"Something fast, I'm starving." "Steak, then." "Fine, sounds great."
She nodded and left the room, hurrying into the kitchen. She tied an apron around her waist and set about preparing the meal. She settled on corn for a vegetable and a salad to start. When she had the corn boiling slowly in a small saucepan she tossed the salad, poured some oil over it and carried it into her small dining room. Then she threw the steaks on under a low broiler and opened a bottle of wine.
She called Paul to the small dining room and filled their glasses.
"Pretty fancy," he remarked and she laughed.
"Let's just eat."
He nodded and sat down, digging into his salad. "Good idea, I'm starving."
They hurried through the dinner, each of them finding out that they were a lot hungrier than they had realized. When they finished off the last bits of their steaks, Mary poured them brandy and they sat back at the table, relaxing and sipping the liquor slowly.
"Good meal, very good, thank you, Mary."
"Anything for you, Paul. I hate to see you over worked and underfed."
"There are compensations."
"Not many, I know."
"One of them is you. You've been my tower of strength these last months, Mary. I don't know how I would have gotten through without you."
"You would have, Paul. I know you would have."
"Perhaps, but I don't think so." "Let's take our brandy into the living room."
He followed her to the room and sat on the couch. She sat down next to him, a few feet away and curled her legs up underneath her. "It's been one hell of a time for both of us, but now that it's over, I feel it was worth everything," Paul said.
"I think so too."
She edged closer to him on the couch and Paul felt the warmth of her body nearing him. It had been so long since he'd had a woman, Fay had stopped sleeping with him months ago, and he was becoming quite aware that this girl was arousing him.
Something told him he should finish his brandy and leave quickly before he did something he might regret, but an invisible force was holding him there. He was enjoying this too much to run away from it. He felt Mary's hand on his arm and he turned to look in her eyes.
"You are very beautiful, did I ever tell you that?"
She smiled, "No, you're not given to lying, but I thank you for it now, anyway."
She set her glass down on the coffee table and put one of her hands to Paul's head, running her fingers slowly through his hair.
"You look so tired, so beat up."
"I'm okay, Mary, a little worn-out, yes, but I'm all right."
"Does your neck hurt?"
He nodded, he always seemed to be getting aching in his neck, an old problem that had nagged him for years. "Yeah, a little. I should go to a doctor to check it out, but who has the time?"
"Turn your head away from me and I'll massage it," she said.
She put her two hands to his shoulders and dug her fingers into his flesh. She kneaded the base of his neck roughly, pulling at the taut muscles until they relaxed. Harder and harder she pushed and pulled at his skin, feeling him relax and come loose under the constant, moving pressure of her fingers.
He dropped his head forward, his chin resting on his chest and she moved her hand steadily up his neck, rolling her fingers back and forth, massaging every bit of the area.
He sighed loudly and rocked his head from side to side as she pulled on him and pushed him back and forth. "That's good, that feels great. You're magic!" he told her.
She laughed quietly and bent forward, pressing her lips to his neck. She kissed him lightly, running her mouth up and down his neck until he shuddered and sighed heavily. She wrapped her arms around him and hugged him to her chest tightly. He could feel her breasts heaving up and down under her dress excitedly. He leaned his head back and she twisted hers around to kiss his cheek.
"Paul, Paul," she moaned, "Kiss me, Paul, kiss me please!"
He turned around and faced her, taking her head in his hands and bent forward. His mouth touched hers and their lips locked together tightly. He slipped his tongue between her teeth and rolled it around her own, darting and stabbing out wildly, while she crushed his body to hers and nibbled at his lips with her teeth.
A fiery, urgent heat was rising from their bodies. Their clothes felt heavy on their skin as the excited, hungry sweat began to pour from the bodies and dampen their clothing.
"Mary, Mary," groaned, Paul, "Mary, I need you so much."
She mashed her lips against his mouth and reached down, taking one of his hands in her own and pressing it against her breast. She rolled his palm around on her trembling tit then let go of the hand as he continued the motion on his own.
She dropped the hand to his lap and began to rub his thighs wildly. He groaned loudly as her pleasure-prone fingers tickled his dick, sending spasms of warm, liquid delight racing through his flesh. His cock grew stiff and hard under her kneading fingers until it strained " against the confines of his pants.
"Paul, Paul, Paul, suck my tits, suck them, bite them!" Mary groaned.
He slipped open the zipper on the back of her dress and pulled the garment down to her waist. His fingers slid around her back as he dropped his head to the top of her tits and began kissing them hungrily. He fumbled with the catch on her bra until it popped open and she lowered her arms to let the soft undergarment slip away from her.
His mouth locked onto her breast and he rolled the soft globe around with his lips, stinging it with his tongue, lapping at her nipple until the tiny bud grew in pleasurable greed. He rolled the hard knob around in his mouth, nipping at it with his teeth, pulling on it until it was as firm as a rock.
Mary slid the zipper down on his pants and pulled his cock from inside them. It was firm and hard in her hand and she looked down at it lovingly.
"It's so beautiful!" she cried, softly.
She ran her fingers lightly up and down the warm shaft, tracing a path with her nails as she slowly stroked him into a hot, frenzy of wanting.
He moaned softly as he felt her darting fingers pulled at his throbbing prick, kneading the shaft and using her thumb to roll around the head, flicking it from side to side, bringing the boiling blood of passion higher and higher to the surface of his being.
"Oh, damn, damn, damn that's so good!" he groaned.
He locked his mouth on her tit again and began sucking the breast into his mouth. He licked the entire surface of the jutting, firm rock, making Mary shake her head wildly and roll her body back and forth in a spasmodic frenzy of pleasure.
"Do it, Paul! Do it!" she grunted, while her lightning fingers locked hold of his prick and pumped wildly on it.
He bit at the nipple snapping it tightly between his teeth, shaking his head from side to side feeling the heavy laden breasts hobbling madly between his face. He slid one of his hands down to her soft, stockinged leg and slowly ran his hand up and down the covered flesh. He rolled his fingers around her ankle then ran his hand up slowly to her thigh. He squeezed the soft flesh and felt the heat rising from her cunt. His fingers slithered beneath her panties and touched the moist box lightly.
"Ohhh Paul," she groaned as he touched the little pink box, tracing a soft line up and down the length of it.
He slipped a single finger a little ways into her hot pussy and pulled it back out again. Her cunt muscles snapped at the digit, trying to pull it back inside and he chuckled softly, slipping it in again and turning it around and around inside of her damp love-pit.
In and out went the probing digit, hot spasms of hungering wanting shot through Mary's loins. She could feel her whole cunt exploding with the burning fire of lust. The cunt-juice began to flow from her organs. Thick rivers of lust began to pour out of her, soaking Paul's hand.
She pumped wildly on his prick now, sliding her hand up and down the length of his aching shaft. The cock was vibrating madly in her grip, waving back and forth with a will of it's own.
"More, I want more," she moaned. "Give me more, Paul!"
He pushed another finger into her and spread her pussy lips wide, pumping them in and out of her cunt at a wild pace. His thumb found the small, tiny nut of her clit and he pressed it harshly, springing the little acorn of joy to life, making her cry out in passion as the fiery darts of lust slashed through her loins.
Mary groaned and locked her fingers tightly around his throbbing prick. She pulled at it wildly, rocking it from side to side. Her fingers slashed at the burning flesh, the hot blood racing through his shaft, engorging his knobbed head and turning the warm flesh into a hot staff of flaming delight.
"Mary, Mary, Mary! It's so good, honey, so good!"
She dropped her head to his prick and slid off the couch. All she wanted right then was to suck hard on that strong steel-like rod. She stuffed the huge member into her mouth, rolling her lips over the tip, sliding her teeth along the length of it until it was buried deep into her throat. She began to make noises with her voice-box, the vibrations driving him mad.
She pumped her mouth up and down on his wild wang, lips tracing furrows of hungry lust over him, teeth locking on to his blood-racing flesh, tongue licking and stabbing at the head, jamming open the slit and slithering a little inside, her whole mouth sucking wildly at him, trying to bring his frenzied orgasm closer and closer to the surface.
"Your cunt! I must suck your cunt!" he groaned and fell off of the couch, forcing her to the floor while he turned his body around and flipped up the hem of her dress exposing her strong, well rounded thighs.
He pulled her panties down her legs and tossed them away, ignoring her garter belt and pressing his face to her burning flesh. His tongue dove for her love- hole, digging between the folds of her pussy lips and burying itself inside her.
She squirmed against his lashing tongue and groaned uncontrollably. Her body lashed about beneath him and her mouth ate greedily at his prick.
Paul licked and lapped at her cunt with every bit of strength he could find. He pumped his prick in and out of the girl's wet, sucking mouth and gripped her ass with his fingers.
He pulled her cheeks wide apart and jammed a finger into her ass. She yelped with the pain-pleasure of it and wiggled her ass up to him so that he could force the digit in deeper.
She pulled her mouth from his cock and began licking his balls wildly. They were tight and heavy with the explosive lust he had buried in his loins and when she sucked them into her mouth he cried out in delight.
"Oh, yes, yes, yes! Suck my balls, Mary, suck them!"
She rolled the sack around in her mouth, sucking greedily on the hard, aching nuts, popping them back and forth between her cheeks, blowing on them and licking at them with her pointed dart of passion.
Paul groaned and shuddered and licked around her clit, stabbing at the little nut of lust, sucking it between his teeth and lapping at it with his hard tongue. She shuddered and rocked violently beneath him, her strong hips swinging round and round in a circle of wanting. She thrust her pussy up to his face and groaned passionately as he pushed his mouth against her and ate at her in a frenzied madness.
"Eat me, Paul! Eat me out until I'm dry!" she cried, throwing her crotch into his face, sucking harder and harder on his balls.
Paul sucked her pussy lips into his mouth and blew on the soaking, fiery flesh. The cunt-juice ran out of her and trickled down the side of his chin, he was sucking at her with all his power, his tongue was jabbing at the walls of her pussy and he could feel his plunging finger in her asshole through the walls of her inner flesh.
The intense agony of her pleasure was almost too much for Mary to bear. The hard, continual driving of his cock in her mouth, the blistering feel of his tongue, rough and raw, scraping the tender insides of her cunt, the harsh, pumping action of his finger in her asshole, all these combined to turn her flesh into a burning machine of passion. Fiery darts of sexual frenzy raced through her loins and the tiny explosions of lust began to build into larger and more potent bursts of love.
She bit at the nub of his cock, felt the hot blood rising in him, the prick beginning to swell out of proportion as the burning, needing fires of agony and pleasure steamed up from his loins and raced on higher and higher through the layers of his flesh.
Never before had such wild feelings of absolute hunger and needing sex release raced through her. Her only memories of sex had been dull and uninspired. But this, this was magic, this was power of cunt and cock she had never experienced before. She needed that strong cock inside of her she wanted it buried in her cunt, deep up to its hilt. She wanted to feel him pounding away at her and feel the deep, exploding bombs of orgasm go off in her cunt.
"Put it in me, Paul! Stick your hard cock in my cunt, now!" she screamed.
He twisted his body around until he was lying on top of her. He pressed his lips to hers and locked them together in a tight, deep-tongued kiss of burning desire. Her fingers hurried to his prick and pulled it to her cunt. She jammed it inside of her and threw her arms around his ass pulling him to her, forcing the hard shaft to bury itself in her cunt.
Paul groaned happily and slid himself in and out of her slowly. She threw her legs around him and gobbled at him with her cunt muscles.
"Fuck me hard, Paul! Fuck me hard!" she groaned.
He began to slam his prick in and out of her at an ever increasing rate. His balls slammed against her ass as his cock slithered in and out of her burning pussy, sending her quaking wildly and tossing her head from side to side as she muttered little groans of pleasure and bucked her hips up to meet his, locking her legs around him tightly, trying to draw his cock even deeper into her belly.
Back and forth they sent their flesh against one another. She was pouring out steaming cunt-juice that ran down their legs in thick full rivers of sticky pleasure liquid.
The orgasms mounted in them. The fiery desires raced to the surface of their loins. Mary rocked wildly back and forth beneath his charging cock and bit his shoulder in blinding passion.
"Oh Paul, Paul, Paul! I'm going to come, I'm going to come!" she cried and then shuddered violently beneath him as the exploding release burst from her and spread though her body.
Paul could feel the wet, burning come coat his prick, burning his thrusting prong until he felt he could not stand it. She locked her cunt muscles around him and pulled on his ever driving member until the light blinded before his eyes and a jet-stream of come burst up from his balls and shot out of his cock in a continuous spray of climax passion.
"Here I come, Mary! Ahhh! Arrggh! Ohhh! It feels so good to come in your cunt!"
He rocked on the floor wildly, thrusting his prick into her cruelly, .caring for nothing but the endless explosions that were tearing out of his prick, stinging, the insides of her cunt until she screamed with delight at the coursing liquid of pleasure that was mixing with her own.
Back and forth they rocked, squeezing the last final drops of come out of their bodies, pulling from deep in their loins until they were completely emptied of all orgasm. Then they lay quietly, sobbing for breath, completely spent.
After awhile, Paul rolled off of her and reached up to the coffee table, lit two cigarettes and handed one to her. She nestled her head on his shoulder and smoked in silence, a contented look on her face.
"That was good, Mary, the best I've ever had in fact." he said gruffly.
She laughed, "I don't believe that, but you're very nice."
"No, it was never like that with Fay. She never seemed to like fucking me."
She heard the sadness in his voice and hugged him. "I don't understand that, you're so gentle and so attentive."
"I don't think she wants someone like that, at least not in bed."
Mary shuddered a little, remembering the stories she'd heard. She snuggled in closer to him and sighed.
"Well, don't think about it now. Just think about how good it was with us."
He slipped his arm around her and hugged her to his chest. He patted her hair and kissed her forehead lightly. Then his hand slipped down to her tit and lay their, cupping the soft globe gently.
"I won't think about it. I'll just lay here and be with you."
"Yes," she whispered. "You don't have to do anything but that. Just lay here with me."
But another part of her was not there, it was where ever Fay Garnner was, hoping madly that she wasn't up to anything, fearing wildly that something dark and horrible might befall her Paul, knowing deep in her guts that if that were true, there was nothing she could do about it.
The neighborhood to which Mrs. Fay Garnner had taken her friends in the city of Langdon, the Capitol of the state, and the city where Governor Wilbur T. Roper held court, could not be described in any other terms but slum. Faded, crumbling buildings that housed more families that they could hold lined the block. People with nothing to do and nowhere to go sat on the steps and looked at the passing, expensive car with the well-to-do white women ride slowly by them.
The harsh light of overhead lamps burned cruelly down on these lost and broken people and they glared at the women and the car with eyes that were filled with hate and envy.
Mrs. Garnner's friends were nervous and uncomfortable driving through the area. Why did Fay have to bring them there, where they weren't wanted and they certainly, now that they'd had a look at the place, didn't want to be?
"Fay, where are we going?" one of them asked.
"Yes, don't you think it's a little dangerous for us to be here?" chimed in another.
"Oh shut up!" laughed Fay Garnner. "You never want to do anything that's exciting. I'm trying to make you aware of other people and how they live, aren't you the least bit interested?"
"Well, we have been here for the better part of an hour. Don't you think you could conclude the tour and take us somewhere where we belong now?"
"Oh, hell, Sylvia, you are such a bore! What's the matter, do you think one of those big, black bucks is going to jump into the car and rape you? That's the last thing he'd have in mind if he saw you in the clear light of day."
"Even so, my dear, there is no reason for us to be here. We have our own kind, and we belong with them."
"Those deadheads? I'd rather sit home and watch the tube for as much as they could excite me. Now really, girls, doesn't all this naked passion, this unbridled power turn you on?"
"It only upsets me and makes me want to get back home where I feel safe."
"Well, too bad, girls, because here we are!" cried Fay, turning the car sharply to the curb and breaking it suddenly to a stop.
The three other women inside screamed at the violent action and shook uncontrollably as Fay laughed to see them so shaken up.
"Really, Fay, was that needed?"
"You need something scary get you off your dead ass, Sylvia."
"Well, I for one don't want to go in there."
"Then stay here, Lois, I don't give a damn," Fay said, climbing out of the car. Then she turned to them, tapping her foot to the music that drifted out of the bar she had parked in front of.
"Oh come on, girls, can't you hear that sound? Doesn't it just drive you crazy? Let's go!
She ran wildly up to the door of the place, the heavy odor of fried foods and flowing liquor fining her nostrils as she left the other women to decide whether or not to follow her.
She knew what she had to do.
She burst into the joint, throwing the door wide open and crying out, "Okay, boys, put them on the bar, Fay's here and she's ready to go!
A sea of black faces turned her way and in seconds most of them, those that knew her turned into grins.
"Well, what's you doin' momma, ain't seen you round here in a long time."
"Jackson, I am ready to go. Feeling good and ready to fly. Set them up, will you, I am dying of thirst." The bartender grinned and pulled down a bottle of gin. He tossed a few ice cubes in a glass and filled it half way to the top. Fay threw a twenty on the bar and drained the glass in one gulp. The men in the bar looked at each other in awe and turned back to see Fay slamming the bar with the palm of her hand.
"One more to get started, Jackson, and then I'll really begin drinking." she laughed.
She gathered her friends into the room and introduced them around to the men she knew. They hurried over to a small, corner table and sat uncomfortably while Fay ordered their drinks and talked with the men at the bar.
She was having a grand time, just talking away, jiving with each man, poking one in the ribs, tickling the chin of another. Two young men were sitting at the end of the bar, watching her with mean looks on their faces. One of them, Jason nudged a man next to him and asked who the woman was.
"Name's Fay, Fay Garnner. Comes in every once in awhile, spends a lot of money. Likes to rub shoulders with the poor, I guess."
"That white-ass bitch, who she to be rubbing our noses in it?"
"She okay, she nice lady. Likes us black folk."
"She taste some of my black meat in the alley, she don't watch it." "You don't need no alley, son." "What you mean?"
"You wait and see, you new here, she'll get around to you."
Fay jumped around the bar, talking and laughing, totally ignoring her friends who were sitting frightened and nervous at being here in the middle of no man's land with their crazy friend and a bunch of hard looking men. To a one they wished she would hurry up and get bored of these primitives and take them back to where they belonged.
Fay wandered over to where the young man Jason was sitting and fixed her gaze on him. "New talent, huh?" she said.
"What you want white lady?"
"Don't be so rude, let me buy you a drink."
"I don't let no sister buy me no drink, I sure as hell wouldn't let no honky do it."
"Independent, huh? I like that."
"I'm happy for you."
"Shit! Why don't you go someplace else, bitch, leave us alone. You come round here, flashing your money and white skin, you gonna get in trouble."
"No way, I'm too friendly."
"That's what you are, too friendly."
Fay stepped back and looked the young man up and down. She cocked her head and smiled to herself. She nodded and reached into her purse. She took out an envelope and turned away from the young man. Jason muttered disgustedly under his breath and turned his head to the bar. In a few moments Fay's hand grabbed his sleeve and pulled him back to face her.
She handed him the envelope and tapped the address she had written there. "Be there in an hour," she told him and then walked away.
She went over to her table of friends and waved them to their feet.
"Come on girls, time to go home. Your husbands will be worried sick, if they haven't gotten sick from too many drinks by now."
They filed out of the bar, the woman almost pushing each other out of the way to leave the place and Fay waved a final goodbye then disappeared out the door with the rest of them.
Jason looked at the address on the envelope and grunted, then he opened it up and found a crisp new hundred dollar bill inside. He grinned and shook his head, the evening might turn out to be fun after all.
Western Drive was a very plush part of town. Only those that could afford fifty thousand dollar down payments on houses lived there. The streets were well kept, clean from even the smallest speck of Utter. The homes were huge and stately and the cars that lined the driveways were brand new, each of them a current model.
Jason pushed his battered, sixty-five Ford slowly along the oval drive, looking at the houses, trying to find the number written on the envelope.
"Man, this is some area," his friend said, shaking his head and whistling.
"Fuck that shit! You see the fucking place yet."
"No man, I ain't... wait a minute, there it is. Damn, man, look at that!"
It was a four story, remodeled house, built in the late eighteen hundreds. It far out shined most of the newer homes. Jason parked his car behind the one sitting in the drive-way and got out.
"Want to lock it, man?" his friend asked.
"Here, you got to be kidding. This fucking place must be patrolled every hour. What I got to steal, anyway? Come on, let's get inside this joint before some fucking cop comes along and arrests us just for being here."
They walked up the wide path leading to the huge double front doors and when they got there, Jason pressed the door bell. A clanging sound of chimes echoed from the inside and in moments Fay Garnner answered the door, looking back and forth between the two of them.
"Come on in," she said, grinning. "Who's your friend?" "Clyde."
"We stick together."
"Fine with me, the more the merrier."
She lead them into a large living room and poured them glasses of aged wine. She sat on a long couch while they settled into small but comfortable chairs.
"What you got us here for, lady?" Clyde asked.
"Shut up, mother, I know why we're here, don't I bitch?"
Fay smiled, "You always such a tough guy?" she asked.
"What ever way you want it, bitch."
"Well, if you know why you're here, there's no sense in fooling around is there?"
"Nope."
Jason got up from the chair and walked over to where Fay was sitting. He slapped her across the face, knocking her down on the couch, the drink flying from her hand.
Fay uttered a small sound of pain then sat up as he reached down and grabbed her by the chin roughly. He pulled her head to his and mashed his mouth down on hers. She struggled against his painful grip, feeling his slashing tongue dig between her teeth and bury itself inside of her mouth.
He clapped his hand over her breast and squeezed her tit, crushing it under his strong palm. She moaned as he rocked her head back and forth, sticking his tongue down her throat, making her gag and thrash wildly for air.
"Like that bitch? Like it? There's more to come, you stinking white cunt!"
He locked his fingers on the top of her dress and tore downward, pulling the thin fabric away from her body. Her big breasts fell out and downward, heaving up and down rapidly as he tossed the destroyed garment off to one side. He picked her up on her feet and jammed his hand down to her crotch. Fay moaned passionately as he slipped his hand between her legs and began forcing his fingers into her pussy.
His mouth crushed her lips, his teeth digging into the soft folds of her skin, while one hand rolled itself over her tits, pinching and pulling at her swollen nipples.
"Oh hurt me, hurt me!" she moaned.
"That's what I'm gonna do, bitch, that's exactly what I'm gonna do!"
He clamped his hand down harder on her tit and rolled the aching nipple back and forth with his thumb. Fay groaned as his other hand kneaded and pulled at her pussy, the strong, knobby fingers jamming deep inside of her, pulling the folds of her pussy lips wide apart.
She slammed her mouth on his and sucked his lips into her oral cavity. She licked at them greedily and bit down on them with her teeth. She was thrusting her body against him wildly, rocking back and forth, moaning in loud, grunting passion.
Her hand slid down his pants and locked on to his dick, rubbing up and down the length of it, straining against the folds of his clothing. She pulled at it and moaned, wanting that huge cock to be somewhere inside of her body.
"Give it to me!" she cried. "Give me that big cock."
"Down on your knees, whore!" shouted Jason.
"Oh yes, yes, yes!"
Fay fell to her knees and fumbled with his zipper until she could pull the throbbing prick from his pants. The hard, musky male odor rose up from him and she ran the long dong up and down her cheek, kissing it lightly and squeezing his balls with her hands.
"Suck my balls bitch!" Jason commanded.
Fay ran her mouth off his swinging prick and down to the heavy, black sack that hung beneath his steel-like rod. She began to lick the sack over and over, tracing urgent paths with her tongue, sucking the balls with her lips until Jason was rocking back and forth above her, the heat and fire building rapidly in his loins.
Fay sucked on his heavy sack and popped it in her mouth. She ran her tongue round and round the thick, burning nuts, tossing them back and forth in her mouth, sucking on them heatedly, her hands going to his ass and pulling his crotch to her face.
"That's it, bitch, that's it. Suck me, momma suck me!"
She dug her nails into his thighs and rattled the balls around in her mouth. His hand was on her head and he was pulling her hair, cruelly, tossing her head back and forth.
"Hum me a tune, bitch. Sing a song and roll those balls!" he told her.
She began to hum a song and he rocked back and forth wildly. She increased her pressure in singing the song and sucked on the balls with all her might.
Jason moaned in ecstasy and pulled her head closer to him. He reached down and squeezed her breasts, pulling on the nipples, turning them bright red under his insistent hands.
"Suck my cock, bitch, suck it now!" he cried. Fay popped the balls out of her mouth and seized his prick in her hands. She ran her mouth up and over the swollen joint, licking at it fiercely with her tongue, running her lips up and over the throbbing shaft, reaching the tip and licking at it wildly, a small drop of come forming at the head. She licked it off and swallowed it happily then dropped her mouth over the engorged head, sliding the shaft deep into her throat.
"Hot damn!" shouted Jason, pumping her head up and down with his hands.
She bit and nipped at him wildly, her teeth scraped across his flesh sending wild fires of lust racing through his burning flesh. He moaned and rocked on his heels, twisting her head from side to side, forcing his ramming meat deeper into her throat.
She was thrilled at the feeling of his hard, giant cock buried into her mouth. She pumped up and down on it, sucking on it wildly, eating at the taut, fiery black flesh, nibbling at his head and licking at the inner rim.
"Oh, that's good, that's good! You suck good cock, bitch!" cried Jason. "But I know you want something more than that."
He waved to his friend Clyde, still sitting on the couch, watching all of this take place, a growing hard-on aching to get out of his pants and into some pussy.
"Come here, Clyde, come here! This bitch wants it bad!"
Clyde got up from the chair and came over to them. He lifted Fay up so that she was on her hands and knees and began rubbing her pussy with his fingers.
Fay shivered uncontrollably and pumped her mouth up and down even faster on Jason's cock, while she wiggled her ass closer to Clyde's active hands.
Clyde pulled his prick from his pants and lowered it to Fay's cunt. He slipped it inside of her and the woman groaned with pleasure. He slammed his body forward and drove his cock deep into her love-pit. The heavy, filling feeling of the strong plunging shaft made her pant with delight and suck even harder on Jason's cock.
Jason groaned and tossed his head from side to side, the feeling of the woman's tight, sucking lips on his prick was sending wild, stinging darts of heavy come- lust through his system. He shook his head from side to side and pumped his prick harder into the woman's mouth.
Faster and faster his cock thrust between her powerful jaws. It seemed that she could suck harder and better than anyone he had known before. He locked his hands on her head and pulled her tighter to his cock. Forcing her to take the full length of his prick deep into her mouth.
He watched Clyde pumping wildly in and out of Fay's cunt, the noisy slurping of the cunt-juice spurting out of her echoed through the room. He saw Clyde's happy face and saw the man tensing up for an explosion of orgasm.
"No, Clyde!" he yelled. "In the ass, fuck her in the ass!"
Clyde pulled his throbbing cock from Fay's palpitating cunt and wrapped his fingers around her cheeks. He pulled her asshole wide open as far as he could and jammed his wet, dripping cock into the woman's gaping canal.
Fay screamed in pain and pleasure as she felt the strong, driving dick force its way far into her asshole, pushing the folds of her flesh wide, digging hard inside of her.
The huge cock slammed in and out of her at an incredible rate. It buried itself inside of her hole, digging in deeper and deeper until it felt as if she could feel it in her throat along with Jason's.
Back and forth the two men worked on her flesh. Their cocks plunged in and out of her mouth and asshole in a frenzy of fuck-hunger and come-wanting. Fay was being battered and bruised at both ends, and loving all of it.
She could feel Jason tense his legs and feel his hard prick growing and growing until it seemed to burst.
"Get ready you white bitch, I'm going to come in your mouth!" he screamed and a sudden, exploding jet of burning come shot from out of his prick and rammed its way deep into her belly.
She sucked madly on the quaking, thrusting prick, trying to suck the come out of him furiously. Jason slammed his prick deep into her throat and jerked his body wildly to come more and more into her silken passage.
Clyde's prick shuddered inside of her asshole and tore in and out of her without letting up. He bucked and swayed on the edge of her hole, jamming his prick in and out of her harder and harder, she could feel the cock burning with racing blood, plunging as far as he could, burying his, prick in the deepest recesses of her aching, burning pit.
"I love coming in bitches asses!" cried Clyde. "Here I comeee!"
A fiery liquid seemed to fill her up as he plunged violently in her and his prick exploded jets of come into her, his cock slamming harder and harder, back and forth, while Clyde moaned with passion and release and held her hips tightly so she could not get away.
The men shuddered violently a couple of more times then Clyde fell away from her grunting and moaning and making a loud smacking sound as his cock popped out of her asshole.
Jason fell back on the couch and she followed his prick there, licking at it wildly, slurping up the last drops of come from his head and swallowing them greedily. Finally she flopped on the floor and sighed, her breath coming rapidly and laboriously.
"Boy, that was great!" she laughed. "That was fantastic."
"Glad you liked it cunt, now how about some more money?" Jason told her buckling up his belt.
Fay dragged herself to her feet and went over to her purse on a small stand by the living room door. She took out two more bills and pressed them into Jason's hand.
He looked down at them and then shook his head, reaching past her and digging into her purse until he found her wallet. He removed all the money she had and then patted her cheek.
She laughed and walked them to the front door of the house.
"Thank's for coming, I enjoyed every minute of it," she told them. She watched them walk down to their car and drive away then returned to the house and went to bed, feeling happy and fulfilled as her husband could never make her feel.
"Man, that was some crazy bitch!" Clyde said, "But the money was nice."
"White bitches are always crazy," muttered Jason, tooling the car on to the main stream of traffic and pointing it back toward the slums. He patted the side of his pocket and smiled to himself, reaching down and pulling a cigarette from his shirt pocket. He lit it up and leaned back in the car, smoking happily, a good nights work completed.
White Bitches, Jason thought, the rougher you handle them the more shit you force them to eat, the hotter they get. He'd think up something really good for this bitch next time.