Chapter 4
Governor Wilbur T. Roper felt good. He hasn't been happier. He was resting his feet up on his messy desk, leaning back in his chair, smoking a big cigar, glancing every now and then out the big window that faced his city and beyond it, his state.
Everything was running smoothly. The operation was coming along just as planned. In just a short while the project would be completed and then all he had to do was destroy the damn thing! The only problem he had was how to put that part of the plan in motion. Certainly everything was at his disposal, all the needed elements easily within reach, all that needed to be done was selecting the correct moment to strike.
Once he had figured that part out he would be ready. He would leap to the call and ram his way into the headlines. With this single stroke he would establish himself as a leader and go shooting upward like a skyrocket.
"President Roper," he muttered. "President Wilbur T. Roper," he laughed, loving the sound of it rolling across his tongue. "Sounds damn good!"
Ah, what sweet success was soon to be his. Not only would all his small, hidden fronts covered and would soon be making untold amounts of money, but he would be the well-deserved beneficiary of all that praise and media attention. He couldn't wait, he just couldn't wait.
The buzzer rang angrily on his desk, annoying him with its insistent shattering of his delightful dreaming. He pressed a fat finger down on the key and growled.
"What is it?"
"Mrs. Leaveler to see you, Sir." He shook his head wearily. Ron Leaveler was his press secretary, his wife Nancy was a real high-toned bitch who always acted snooty around him. He'd let it go for quite awhile but lately he'd been warning that she'd better get in line or he'd have to look for another job. He wondered what she wanted. Probably bitch at him for harassing her husband. Just let the cunt try that! He'd fire that gutless wonder in a minute. Leaveler wasn't worth two shits, always crying about not being told things that the press found out then hit him with at a conference. He'd told Leaveler that his job was to say what Roper wanted him to say and forget about anything else. Now here was his wife, probably all burned up over it.
He pressed the buzzer once again and said, sighing, "Send the cunt in."
The secretary let him know that she had heard him and then the small device went silent. Roper sighed and put his feet on the ground in front of him and started fishing around in the papers on his desk, trying to look busy.
A moment later the door opened and a tall, blond hair woman in her early thirties entered. She walked purposefully up to his desk and stood in front of it, waiting impatiently. She was tapping her fingernails on the top of the desk and finally Roper looked up and smiled.
"Nancy, how nice to see you, have a seat, will you?"
"Thank you, I'd rather stand."
"Why Nancy, what's wrong?" "You know damn well, what's wrong. You've made a fool of my husband often enough. Now you threaten him."
"I did no such thing, Nancy. I merely told him to take it easy and not be so upset by what the newspaper people do. He gets too emotional over these things. Those boys are just playing the game. It's my job to make the news, their job to bug me about it and Ron's job to explain it. It's as simple as that. He shouldn't let it bother him."
"How can he not be bothered when you lie to him as much as you do to the public." "Now, Nancy..."
"Now, Nancy, hell! The least you could do is let him know what tricky deal you've got up your sleeve so that he can figure out what to do when they hit him with something."
"Nancy..."
"I'm sick and tired of you treating Ron like he's shit!"
"And I'm sick and tired of your bitch!" roared Roper. "You listen to me your tight-assed cunt, that worthless little pussy you call a man is almost of no use to me these days. He's so fucking worried about his lily white ass that he falls apart every time some cheap-ass newsy sees a speck of dirt lying somewhere! Well I'm tired of it. Fuck him! Let him go suck an asshole someplace else, and you can get... Get the fuck out of my office. Go down the hall and tell that shithead I want to see him, now! I'm through with you small-time whores telling me what to do, why I took it from a cunt like you for so long I don't know. But it's finished, see, he's out and I mean out!"
"Yes, Damn it, how do you like that!"
"You can't fire him, it would kill him!"
"And you'd be out on your ass from that fancy apartment and all those swanky parties you throw too, wouldn't you?" Roper leaned back in his chair and smiled. It was fun watching the woman squirm.
The woman backed away from him, shattered and falling into a chair. She lowered her face to her hands and began sobbing uncontrollably. Her body shook with the racking sobs that came from her. Roper sat silently, the huge grin covering the width of his fat, piggy face.
Serves the bitch right, he thought, trying to fuck with me. I should have done this ages ago instead of taking all that crap from her. I've been too nice of a guy up 'til now. From now on, people around here are going to jump when I say jump, and when I say shit, they'll ask how much and what color!
Nancy Leaveler was crying wildly now, her whole being out of control as the horror of her husband's loss of a job had seeped into her mind and frightened her beyond her ability to cope with it. She could see her whole world falling away from her and she felt powerless to do anything about it.
What was she going to do? What?
"Please, please don't fire him," she moaned. "Please, please, please, don't do that."
"I'm sorry but my decision is final."
She leaped up from the chair and staggered over to his desk. Her hands fell flat on the top of the large table and she moaned and begged through her tears.
"Please. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have yelled, I don't know what came over me, but please, please don't fire him. I... we couldn't take that."
"It's too late, actually I had made the decision a few days ago but I was waiting for the right time, unfortunately you forced me to reveal it before I wanted to."
"Don't fire him, don't please don't."
"It's no use."
"I'll do anything, anything you ask but just don't fire him. I promise I'll never say another word."
She was leaning far over the desk now, her breasts heaving up and down under her tight dress. He could smell her expensive perfume and feel the excited heat that her fear created in her, rising from her body in this waves. She was almost beside herself with terror, her lips were moist and her eyes glassy. Roper looked at her intensely staring eyes, eyes that were pleading for mercy.
He smiled to himself, an idea coming to him, a vague, growing thought of how he could have some fun and put this bitch in her rightful place at the same time.
"I couldn't stand it, please, I'll do anything, anything," she repeated, her voice cracked at him. He rose from his chair without speaking and walked over to the door. He clicked the lock shut and then returned to where she was standing, her knees shaking, her eyes still wide with fear as she watched every move he made.
He took her by the shoulders and held her tightly in his hands. His eyes locked on hers and a cruel smile came over his lips. He looked up and down the length of her body and chuckled harshly.
"You say you would do anything."
"Yes," she said, nodding meekly, frightened of what he was going to ask her, knowing that it would be something horrible.
"Take off that dress. Very slowly."
He backed away and sat in a visitor's chair. Overhead the canned music was playing a slow, sensuous tune. "Do a strip for me," he commanded.
The woman sobbed, choking back her tears and began to move her body in time to the music. She ran her fingers down over her tits and belly as she had seen strippers do and turned in a little circle. She fumbled with the buttons on her dress until she got them opened, then she let the loose hanging garment fall to the floor in a puddle around her feet.
He hands went around her back and she touched her bra strap. She pulled on the hooks until they popped open then she sucked in her breath and let the garment fall away from her.
Roper's eyes went wide as he watched her full tits pop free of the bra and hang from her chest, the buried nipples rising slightly from the cool air in the room.
"Rub your tits," he said gruffly, "Make those little knobs stand up."
She cupped her breasts and rubbed at the nipples until they stood up from the flesh like two pink cherries. She continued rubbing them until they were swollen and red-raw, her heavy globes heaving with her fast paced breathing.
"The panties," croaked Grope, "Now the panties you cunt!"
She hooked her fingers in the hem of her silky underpants and slid them slowly down her stockinged legs. Her fingers ran back up her thighs and slowly rolled the stockings down, tossing them away from her.
"Now, now finger yourself, get yourself wet and ready!"
Nancy Leaveler felt a deep sickness in her belly at having this obscene man watch her masturbate, but she began to rub her pussy with as much passion as she could. She darted her fingers in and out of her dry cunt, pumping them in and out as fast as she could, trying to arouse herself if possible. Soon the dormant juices began to flow from her, running in small rivers down her thighs as a heated fire began to build in her loins.
She ran her finger over her swelling clit, rolling it around and around the tip of the love-bud, pinching it between thumb and forefinger until she began to moan with the pleasure she was creating in herself.
Roper watched her movements with intense concentration. He was aware of his cock, hard and stiff in his pants and he was stroking it lightly, keeping the low flame of his desire burning steadily through his lower body. The woman was really enjoying this, she was turning herself on, that was good, she would need it for what was going to happen next.
He got up from where he was sitting and walked over to her, kissing her roughly on the mouth, jamming his tongue into her oral cavity, the strong odor of his breath filling her nostrils, the harsh slash of his tongue burying itself in her throat making her gag. She fought against him and he squeezed her breast cruelly.
"Keep fingering yourself," he hissed.
Then he let go of her and strode swiftly over to the door leading to another room behind his office. He opened the door and called out a name softly and a huge Great Dane padded slowly into the room.
The dog was his only pet and he doted on it like it was a child. He fed it only the best and it went everywhere with him. Only trouble was, because he kept it so close to him all the time, the dog practically never got any sex.
It ran over to the woman, smelling female in the air and began jumping around her. She opened her eyes and pushed the insistent animal away from her. The dog was yelping wildly and trying to mount itself on one of her legs.
"Get him off!" she cried.
Roper smiled and walked over to her, pushing down on her shoulders. "On your knees," he growled.
She fell to the floor emitting a sob and the dog began to climb all over her. Grope pulled the animal back on all fours and took the woman by the hair, bending her head back so that she was looking up into his leering face.
"You said you'd do anything to save your husband's job, okay, Spike here ain't had no loving in a long time. Since there ain't any bitches around, you'll just have to do."
"Oh no, no, no!" she cried. "I couldn't, I couldn't."
"Do it or your husband goes."
He let go of her hair and the woman fell forward against the excited animal. She reached underneath him to touch his sex. It was still enclosed in its furry sheath and it felt strange and somehow disgusting to her touch. She had never touched an animal's sexual organ before and the barest contact with the hard- growing prick filled her with retching loathing.
"Stroke that boy's prick, stroke it!" commanded Roper.
She sobbed and began to pump up and down on the dog. The animal was shuddering violently, the heat of the woman's cunt exciting him as the heavy, musky odor of female filled his dog-nostrils. He lapped at her face wetly as his long cock slid in and out of the fur sack and Nancy stroked his bare prick.
She was pumping it back and forth wildly now, hoping the animal would come suddenly so she would be spared any further indignity. The long, smooth shaft was wet with secretions and the animal could hardly stand on his back legs he was so excited.
"Suck his cock!" growled Roper, pushing her head down.
She shook her head wildly, trying to get away from the animal's throbbing cock but it's waving tip struck her in the lips and Roper forced her mouth on to it.
"I said suck him, bitch!"
She groaned and took the tip of the animal's shaft into her mouth. It was fiery hot and racing blood jerked it from side to side as she slid it deeper into her mouth, sliding it down her throat then pulling her mouth back and over it.
"That's it bitch, give the doggie a good suck. Suck him hard!"
She buried the dog's cock in her mouth and locked her lips around the burning shaft. She pumped her mouth up and down on the throbbing prick, sucking wildly at it, trying to end this horror as quick as possible. The dog jumped wildly and tossed his body from side to side. Roper had to hold him still as Nancy's fast moving mouth excited him more and more. The dog yelped and barked in ecstasy and Nancy locked her teeth around the driving prick, urging the come to burst from him so that her nightmare of sexual degradation could be done with.
The cock seemed to swell too large in her mouth and once it popped out of her lips slapping her in the face as she hurried to jam it in her mouth once again.
Finally Roper grabbed her hair and pulled her mouth from the dog's wagging peter. He pushed her around until she was facing away from the animal then he helped Spike mount her, the dog barking and jumping around wildly, almost uncontrollable in his frenzied passion. "Stick him in your cunt, bitch!" he yelled at Nancy.
The poor woman reached behind her and took hold of the dog's waving cock and guided it to her cunt. The dog shuddered violently and jerked away, pumping madly at her asshole, banging his hard cock painfully against her tight hole.
"Help me," she moaned Roper steadied the dog and she quickly grabbed hold of the slamming shaft and guided it into her cunt. The dog thrust forward violently and began pumping madly in and out of her pussy.
She groaned as the massive shaft ripped in and out of her cunt, throwing her body forward violently with the driving power of his unchecked fucking. The dog was shaking wildly and yelping over and over as his huge prick slammed it's way into her cunt and back out again.
"That's it, bitch, fuck Spike, fuck him hard! Come on, fuck him!"
Nancy moaned and shut her eyes tight, backing into the plunging animal, locking her pussy muscles around his cock and thrusting her body back to meet his. Finally the dog shuddered violently and increased his speed to a fever pitch, and she could feel hot sprats of come blasting out of his cock, filling her pussy.
The dog shuddered and backed away from her jumping around crazily, yelping madly, licking her face. She fell forward and burst into tears once again, sobbing uncontrollably.
Roper grinned happily and petted Spike warmly, leading him back into the other room. He shut the door and walked back over to where Nancy lay moaning and crying on the floor.
He nudged her with his foot. "Get up," he said gruffly.
He walked behind his desk and sat back down in his big chair watching her slowly pull on her clothing. He was grinning widely as the broken woman slowly dragged herself to the door. She unlocked the latch and turned the knob.
"Nobody hears about this right?" Roper said.
"How could I ever tell anyone?" she sobbed then she hung her head and opened the door, slipping it closed behind her.
Roper laughed heartily, very satisfied with himself. He'd have no more trouble with that cunt!
A moment later his buzzer rang again and he pressed it, hearing his secretary inform him that Mr. Sadick was here to see him.
"Send him in, send him in!"
Sadick wandered though the door and flopped down in the visitor's chair lazily, pulling a crumpled pack of cigarettes and sticking one in his mouth. He reached under the seat of the chair and struck a wooden match, lifting the sparking flame to his cigarette then shaking it out and tossing it into an ashtray beside him.
"Well?" Roper said, when he had finished.
"Been nosing around, found out that bunch of punks that have been giving you trouble all along are planning something. Don't know what yet, probably a protest or some such shit."
Roper sighed, "Too bad they wouldn't do the job for us."
"Don't worry, boss, when I get done, they won't have to do a thing and they'll get all the credit for it."
"Yes," Roper said, smiling, "It is a great idea, isn't it?"
"Fucking genius, boss, just fucking genius.
You collect the gravy and they get the shit."
"Yes, one day soon the dam will suddenly be blown to pieces, people will die, property destroyed and the news will release evidence, carefully planted of course, that these young punks destroyed years of work and hundreds of lives for some revolutionary cause. We will hunt them down of course and there will be a fiery shootout, killing them all. Then we shall shake our heads sadly and turn our minds to the task of rebuilding. What a plan!" "And all the evidence of lousy construction and all the witnesses will be washed away, brilliant, boss, brillient!" Sadick laughed loudly.
"What a plan, what a fucking great plan!" said Roper, joining him in his laughter.
Joan Brando had a plan. Reports had come in to her from the various workings of the activists that something was amiss in the dam. No one knew as yet what it was, because no body was talking to a bunch of rag-tag college kids, but Joan Brando, with years of practice behind her knew that she could find out what she wanted. All that was needed was the right kind of persuasion applied to the correct source.
She and Marcie hopped in her van early that morning and drove the thirty miles or so to the site. They parked on top of the hill over looking the valley and gazed down on the budding homes just taking full shape below. The lawns were not finished yet and many homes had not even had their porches built nor their front steps, but people were living in them nonetheless.
Joan shook her head and sighed. Why anybody would want to live in a house that looked exactly like everybody else's for miles around she did not know, but she was of the mind of live and let live so she simply sighed and ignored the idea of it.
"What do you think?" asked Marcie, pointing to the dam.
"I think it stinks, but what else is new."
"I know, if it had a real point to it, I guess we wouldn't mind, but it doesn't seem to serve any useful purpose." "It serves one, I'm sure."
"What's that?"
"To line Roper's pocket. Come on, let's get down there."
They piled into her van and rolled down the side of the mountain until they reached the top of the dam. Men were working hard, putting the finishing touches on the great stone wall. The water was about three quarters to the top and gently waving up against the wall in slow, continuous patterns.
Joan parked the van a little ways back from the construction site and they got out, walking slowly toward a small group of working me.
"Just leave all the talking to me," Joan whispered to Marcie.
"Okay."
"Now remember what I told you, this may get heavy, we may have to pay a little for the information we want. Are you sure you can handle it?"
The younger girl gulped and nodded. "I'm ready. If we can bring down the corrupt government of Wilbur T. Roper, it's worth any price I might have to pay."
Joan squeezed the girl's arm. "Good, good. Just remember, whatever happens, I'll be there. What the hell, it won't be all bad."
"I know."
They reached a small group of men and Joan walked up to them, looking around and spying a young, well built man of about twenty-three with long hair and a thick beard. "Hi," she said, walking over to him. He put down his tool and looked her up and down. "Hi yourself."
"Just thought we'd take a look at what's going on here."
"Well, let me show you around, my name's Tony White, what's yours?" "Joan Brando and this is Marcie." Marcie nodded shyly and the young man smiled at her. He lead them along the narrow path that ran the top of the dam, telling them all about how it had been constructed, explaining the work and how it was done. Marcie acted properly impressed, tagging along behind them, while Joan asked probing and pointed questions about the construction, slyly leading the young man to the points she wanted to reach.
"There's a whole hell of a lot of water behind this mother," he exclaimed. "A whole fucking lake!"
"Is the dam strong enough to hold it all?" Joan asked.
"Hope to hell it is! Be a shitload of trouble if it can't, I'll tell you that."
"Yes, a lot of people would get killed if anything ever happened to it," Joan agreed.
"Let's hope nothing does," muttered the young man.
"That doesn't sound like you have a lot of confidence."
The young man looked at her strangely. "Say," he said guardedly, "You've been asking a lot of questions for a simple tourist. What's your angle, honey."
"I was thinking of moving here, I wanted to make sure it was safe."
"You moving here?" "Sure I am."
"Sister, I ain't the type to move here and you look a lot less straight than I do, come on spill it."
"Never mind," Joan said, turning away. "Come on Marcie, I guess he doesn't want to talk to us any more."
Tony White watched her slim, pert ass walking away from him and felt a flash of heat surge in his loins, he didn't want to let this one get away so soon.
"Wait a minute!" he called.
Joan turned. "Yes?"
He walked over to her quickly and whispered, "Listen, I can give you all the inside dope on this fucking place, but not here." He was watching his fellow workers nervously.
"Like what?"
"Not here, damn it, you want me to lose my damn job, if not my head! Come around to my place, eight-seven east fourteenth. About an hour, it'll be my lunch break."
"I don't know."
"Honey, it'll be worth it."
Joan looked at Marcie and shrugged as if she could care less and then turned back to the anxious young man.
"Alright, we'll be there."
"Good, good. See you later."
The girls bid a loud goodbye, thanking him for the tour and walked past the other men and up to the van. They jumped inside rapidly and Joan turned the engine over quickly. In a moment they were on their way back up the mountain road.
"Boy, I was scared there for a minute," said Marcie.
"Me too. But at least we have a contact."
"Do you think he really knows anything?"
Joan shook her head. "I can't tell. I can't figure out if he really has something to tell us, or if he just wants to get in our pants. But I'll tell you one thing, he did look scared about something."
"I know, he looked at those other men like they might kill him."
"From what I've heard of Roper, they probably would," Joan said, grimly.
They went and had cheeseburgers at a local fast-food drive-in and they took their time, finally arriving at Tony White's address a few minutes after the hour. They parked the van and walked up to the small, white house, knocking softly on the door. In a moment the young man opened it and ushered them inside.
"Want a beer or something?" he asked as they sat down on some pillows on the floor.
They said they would and he hurried off into the kitchen, returning with three cold cans. He handed one to each of them and flopped down on a pillow next to them. He reached behind a chair beside him and pulled out a small tin. From it he removed three joints of marijuana and lit them up without asking if they wanted any.
They passed the harsh tasting sticks around until they had been consumed then they all leaned back, he against the chair, they against the couch and sat quietly for a moment, letting the strong drug seep into their systems.
Finally Joan spoke. "It's very nice you're getting us high, but what about the dam."
Tony nodded. "Ill tell you. I've wanted to tell somebody about this for a long time, but I guess I either didn't give a fuck or maybe I just been too scared to, you know afraid of what might happen to me."
"What's so wrong that makes you so scared."
Tony took a deep breath. "Honey, I'll tell you, that fucking dam ain't going to last a year."
"What do you mean?"
"It's fucked up! They been cutting corners every which-way! Using bad cement, below standard beams. The whole thing's gonna go. "My god!"
"Really it's true, and it certainly sickens me to think of it, but if I spilled one word, bingo, I'd be one dead pigeon. These boys are tough, they don't fool around. If word ever got out everybody's ass would be in a sling, from my boss right on up to the Governor!"
Joan leaned forward, staring into Tony eyes intently. "Listen," she told him. We are trying to stop this madman from his constant grab for power. I'm not surprised that he'd resort to this."
"Sure," Tony nodded, "Hell, he has a piece of all the construction, why if something happened, he'd be rich on all the contracts he'd get for fixing everything right again."
"I know you can't speak, but have you any idea where we'd get any solid, material evidence against him?"
"Where?"
"His office, of course. He's a real sly one old Roper is, he's got it all written down someplace, you can bet that. He's gonna protect his ass against anybody chickening out, believe it."
Joan nodded. She turned to Marcie and said, "Then we have to get that information."
Tony sighed, "I don't know how you'll do it, but I wish you luck."
Joan put her hand to his arm and smiled. "Thanks a lot, Tony, you've been a big help." She dropped her eyes to his crotch and saw beginnings of a hard-on starting. "You girls leaving?"
Joan smiled and cocked her head to one side. "Well, I guess we owe you something, don't we?" she asked, turning to Marcie and grinning.
Tony blushed and tried to cover up his growing prick. He shook his his. "Naw, I should have told somebody long ago, I was just too chicken-shit."
"I don't blame you, a man with Roper's power could crush you."
"I'm just glad to get it off my chest, I don't figure you owe me nothing."
Joan turned to Marcie, the young girl had been sitting there quietly all this time, but Joan could see her small, girlish breasts rising up and down excitedly.
"What do you think, Marcie?"
"I'm not in any hurry," the girl whispered hotly.
Joan leaned forward and kissed Tony on the lips. His tongue drove into her mouth passionately and he fell forward, pushing her to the floor. He slipped his hand under her sweatshirt and cupped her full, pink nippled breast.
"Oh, man," he moaned. "Oh, man, oh, man, oh, man!"
His mouth roamed over her tingling lips rapidly, searching for a single place where it could rest comfortably. His tongue stabbed at hers, licking furiously while his fingers scraped and pulled at her buds, rising them up and plucking them from her chest rapidly.
Marcie crawled over to their writhing bodies and jammed her hand into his pants grasping hold of his prick and pulling on it wildly. He shuddered at her touch, moaning softly and rolling his hips from side to side.
She pulled at the growing shaft, clutching it tightly in her tiny fingers, kneading the hard, throbbing flesh, her other hand fumbling with his belt, yanking it open and swiftly pulling down his zipper and tearing his pants open.
Her hands seized his cock and dragged it out of his pants greedily. She ran her delicate lingers up and down his flesh, dragging her nails along the stem, nipping at the head with her thumb. Tony rolled back and forth moaning madly. The hot fires of come-wanting churning in his groin.
He pushed Joan's clothing up over her tits and threw his mouth down on them sucking hungrily. He licked madly at the full, rich buds of her nipples, slashing his tongue over them and sucking the heavy, globes into his mouth.
"Oh yeah, oh yeah!" groaned Joan, her body tingling with the dashing movement of his love dart.
Marcie pulled Tony's pants from his legs and threw herself on his cock. Her taut mouth covered the shaking cock and sucked it deeply into her throat. She pumped her oral cavity up and down on the warm, hard shaft, sliding her tiny teeth along the tight skin, feeling the blood racing through the engorged member.
Tony jammed his fingers into Marcie's pants and pushed the soft underwear aside in his frantic search for her tight little pussy. He found the aching lips and spread them wide apart jamming a finger into her taut hole and pumping it in and out of her at an ever increasing pace.
His mouth still sucked wildly on Joan's tits. His tongue ran over one nipple then jumped to the other as he locked his teeth around the rock-hard nub and sucked it wildly, lapping at it with his tongue.
"Let's get naked," moaned Joan, "Let's get naked and just suck and fuck!"
They quickly shed all the rest of their clothing and arranged their bodies so that each of them had access to the other. Joan was sitting on Tony's face while she pressed her mouth against Marcie's cunt and the younger girl pumped away at Tony's bulging cock. They formed a three-way sex chain, each of them eating and sucking madly at the other's tingling sex.
Joan ate wildly at the gaping cunt of Marcie, the warm fluid juices of the young girl's cunt pouring into her mouth. She rammed her tongue into the precious slit and rolled it around inside the girl, causing the tender teenager to moan in ecstasy and plunge her mouth down harder on Tony's aching rod.
She licked and bit at the thrusting shaft, sucking greedily at it, her fingers pulling and snapping at his balls, rich and full with the incredible wanting of release that was steadily building in his loins.
She rammed the cock deep into her throat, enjoying the heady, maleness that filled her up so well. He was licking wildly at Joan's hot pussy, his tongue rolling around inside of her, exciting her and sending crazy fires of lust and pleasure ringing through her body.
Their mouths were singular engines of pleasure as each of them drove the other to the edges of orgasm. Tony felt a huge mass of come rising in his nuts as Marcie's mouth plunged down harder and harder on his cock. His driving rod seemed to grow twice his size and he screamed out breathlessly.
"Oh, here I come, here I comeeee!"
An explosion of jizz burst from his prick and filled Marcie's mouth. The spurting hot liquid filled her oral cavity and slithered down her throat as she gulped at it greedily. She felt her insides begining to burn and the suddenly a massive fire spread through her and she quaked wildly as Joan's tongue brought her to her needed and grateful orgasm.
"Yes, yes, yes! Ohhhhhh!" she cried and the hot, burning liquid stored inside of her organs burst from her and poured out of her pussy. She shuddered violently and pressed her ass tighter against Joan's working mouth and lips.
Tony was sucking on Joan's cunt, pulling the pussy lips deep into his mouth, licking and slamming his tongue in and out of her at a wilder and wilder pace. Joan's body rocked and swayed uncontrollably on his face and he felt the sudden burst and explosion of cunt-juice and come pour out of her, running down his cheeks as she moaned and cried out.
"Ahhhhh! Ohhhhh! Shitttt! That's so goodddddd!" she screamed and jammed her pussy down on his face harder as the sweet, burning come slammed out of her and rocked her body wildly.
Though the fuck session only took but a brief few minutes each of them lay satisfied, feeling an immense release from built up passion and wanting. They lay spent and sweating heavily as their breath slowly regained a regular pattern.
After awhile Joan sat up and lit a cigarette, her chin resting on her naked knee. "What are you thinking?" Marcie asked her. "About how we can expose this bastard, this Roper," she replied, leafing through a newspaper.
"It's going to be tough," said Tony, sitting up and taking a drag of her smoke.
"If we only had some help," Marcie said. "We need somebody who will listen."
"Like Senator Garnner?"
Joan looked at Tony and laughed. "Senator's only bet on sure things, didn't you know that?"
Tony shook his head. "This guy is different."
"Sure."
"He is, he is."
"But how do we approach him?" Marcie asked. "I mean, he might be different but he'd want proof and where do we get that?"
"I think I might know," Joan said suddenly.
"Where?"
She was smiling, nodding to herself, her eyes locked on a newspaper headline that spoke of the raid the night before on a small but active nightclub. The byline on the article read: Jack Newman.