Chapter 3
After dinner that night, Jim let Nora in on his new assignment. He was to do an expose on political funding. It was to be released just before the coming elections.
"You mean, politicians getting money from illegal sources?" Nora asked.
"Well, that's part of it, but it goes a lot further," Jim replied. "I did a small piece for the evening edition that will explain it better."
He dropped the paper on the table in front of her, pointed out the article, and went to get the coffee pot.
Nora saw the article, but a picture on the opposite side of the page drew her attention. It was the same man she had seen fucking Cynthia Kelson that afternoon.
"Who's this?"
"Wilmer Pratt," Jim answered, sliding back into his chair. "He's running against our neighbor, Kelson, for the state senate seat. People in the know figure Pratt to be Kelson's biggest rival."
"Oh? Really?" Nora tried to mask the irony she felt. Wilmer Pratt sure was Senator Kelson's rival, all right; both politically and sexually!
Jim was talking again. "But Pratt got out of the race this morning. Nobody knows why, really. He just called a press conference and threw his support behind Kelson. It's very odd."
"It certainly is," Nora mused.
Her face screwed up in thought. Should she tell Jim about her afternoon adventure? Would he be angry? It could just be coincidence. So what if Wilmer Pratt has fallen in love with the Senator's wife? Then it would only be natural for him to drop out of the political race with her husband.
"What's the matter, honey?"
"What? Oh, nothing," Nora replied.
"Good. I've got another little piece of news. Senator Kelson called me at the office this afternoon."
"He did?"
"All our fears are groundless. Kelson isn't at all paranoid about having an investigative reporter for a neighbor, and to prove it, he's invited us over for dinner tomorrow night. Isn't that great?"
"Yes, yes. I guess so, Jim."
"You don't sound very excited."
"Oh, I am, I am," Nora said, but her mind was wondering; wondering how she would face Cynthia Kelson knowing what she knew about the woman.
"Hey, let's forget about politics and work, okay?"
"Sure," she replied, and rose to clear the table.
"Leave that," Jim said, grabbing her and pulling her to his side of the table. He opened her robe and then his own. "I've got something for you, if you're not all fucked out from this afternoon."
His dick was hard and pointing straight at her belly from the heavy mat of pubic hair at his groin.
"I'm never fucked out for you, darling." Nora shrugged the robe from her shoulders.
His prick throbbed even harder. She was really coming around fast, Jim thought, becoming a regular little whore ... just the kind of wife he wanted. Those big tits, the soft, white flesh, soft thighs, tangled blonde patch on the pussy mound, caressing cuntlips, caressing mouth-lips sucking his dick. His cock spasmed.
He reached out and grasped her pendulous tits, one big globe in each hand. "Gotcha!" he grinned.
"Jim, you devil." She relaxed, leaning against him. "Jim?"
"Yeah?"
"Let's don't even go to the bedroom. Fuck me right here, on the floor!" She instantly dropped to her hands and knees.
"Oh, baby, you are something else!" He gently stroked her naked, silken ass as he stood and moved around behind her. He grasped her hips, lifting her up. He slid his throbbing cock between the cheeks of her ass, pulling her up a little higher, and in one swift stroke plunged his prick into her pussy from behind.
He leaned over her. The tips of her dangling tits nearly touched the floor. He rubbed them between his fingertips and felt the flow of pussy juice lubricate his prick.
"Oh, Jim," Nora said softly, huskily.
He gave her cunt a good dozen slow, easy strokes, then he pulled it free, rolling her onto her back. Nora pushed her knees up to her tits, then spread them far apart. Her pussy opened wide to welcome his heavy-headed cock.
Hungrily, Jim slid it to her.
She planted her heels at the small of his back and squealed out her delight as his cock, again and again, slid the entire length of her fuckhole.
Jim decided to make this one of his half-hour fucks. Sometimes tenderly, sometimes lustily, he fed at the ample feast of her tits while his hard cock took its time probing her cunt, the wet walls caressing it tightly but with a velvet touch.
"Oh, honey, yes, darling," Nora purred, running the soles of her feet across his ass. "Yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me! It's so good!"
Jim checked his watch and chuckled softly.
"What is it?" Nora asked, breathing hard now.
"Nothing," he said, rolling his hips in a wide arc. "I was just timing it."
"Why, you cold-blooded...." Nora scratched his back playfully.
"Know how long it's been?" he said thickly, his mouth at her ear, still rolling his hips in a wide arc.
"I don't care, just don't stop," she said, the whisper softer.
"Twenty-five minutes and a few seconds," Jim said.
"Don't stop," she whispered again.
"I was going to try for thirty."
"No, no, make it more!"
Jim laughed softly and slid his cock in to the balls, hearing the gushy sound it made as it probed the depths of her pussy. He barely moved his lips now. But neither of them could stand that sweet torture for long. He gave her a half-dozen strokes hard before returning to the slower, narrow movements of his hips.
"Ready to try anything, baby? Some new positions?" he rasped.
"Yes, yes, anything! Just make it last forever!" Nora cried fiercely.
She followed all his movements as an expert dancer follows the movements of her partner. She responded to only the most subtle touch of his hand or movement of his body. They were perfectly attuned to one another.
They were on their sides, her tits squashed against his chest, his strong, muscular arms entwined with hers, soft feminine thighs against hard, firm masculine thighs. They rocked gently from side to side. Then they rolled so that she lay on her back, lips crushed together, tongues duelling. They rolled to the side position again, then over so that it was Jim who lay on his back, Nora over him, pressed tightly against him, moaning softly around the tongue deep in her mouth. Jim's hands caressed the shapely ass cheeks as his cock throbbed deep inside her, buried to his balls.
His hands, stroking her buttocks, telegraphed a message to her. They pulled apart. She lost contact with his cock, but only for a few seconds.
Jim lay on his back and watched as she turned facing away from him. His cock spasmed at the sight of her sleek, creamy backside. Her long blonde hair cascaded down to just below her soft shoulders. She straddled his hips, leaned forward, arching her back.
"Ummmm, yeah!" Jim rasped as his prick brushed the muff of her cunt. He eased his hips upwards, sliding his cock slowly into the pulsating pussy.
"Ohhhh, honey," Nora moaned. "Ohhhhh!"
He lowered his hips flat to the floor as slowly as he had raised them. And she followed her cunt down with it, clinging firmly to his throbbing cockmeat.
Then her limber body arched backwards until her head rested on his chest. Her cunt, stretched wide, fit snugly around the thick head of his dick and caressed several inches of the shaft. Fully half of his cockshaft was free of the warmth of her pussy.
He fondled her gigantic tits. His cock throbbed more insistently. She felt the throb, the urgent need. She raised herself up as he stuffed more and more of the turgid meat inside her. Then she went lax and yielding as he sat up, grasped the soft curve of her hips and pulled her towards him until his dick was again buried in her to the balls. Gently he worked her hips back and forth in a slow pace. She lay limp, but her body, her pussy burned with passion. She moaned softly at first. Then as he pulled her hips back and forth faster, the moans became piercing little squeals.
When his balls began to tingle, he quit abruptly. She understood and eased slowly off his prick. She looked at it admiringly as it stood stiffly at attention, pointing straight up at the ceiling. It was shiny, bathed in her pussy juice.
Jim reached down and fingered her pussy, coaxing out a fresh flow of juice. He pressed the palm of his hand against her cunt and rolled his palm clockwise, feeling the warm pussy hairs beneath it-so soft, so wet. He finger-fucked her, using his other hand, and pressed the palm of that hand onto her cunt, getting it as sticky and damp as the first one.
He spread his sticky hands across her tits. He dipped two fingers back into her cunt. He tweaked her swollen, taut tits with the pussy-juice-covered fingers. He gave the other tit the same treatment after dipping two fingers back into her pussy.
Nora leaned over him, laughing, as his tongue licked her tits clean of the juice that had flowed from her pussy. His lips sucked the honey he had rubbed onto the nipples, and his nostrils flared at the spicy odor. His cock spasmed at the taste of the big tits-tasting of cunt.
He was sitting half-way up now, and Nora pulled from him, her face contorted with passion and lust. She took the lead for a moment.
As Jim pulled his knees up toward his chest and spread his legs, she ducked her head down, licking the underside of his balls, licking beneath the hairy sac. Her tongue lovingly slid up and down the hairy crack between his ass cheeks. Her tongue found his asshole and swirled around the rim of it. Then her lips clamped around it, sucking gently. Her tongue darted back and forth into and out of the puckered ring.
"Owwwwww, wild, baby!" Jim gasped.
He felt his cock throb as if it were about to burst. She was driving him nearly crazy-her rimming tongue, her sucking lips. When she pulled away from him, his asshole and the dark hairs between his ass cheeks were damp with her saliva.
"Baby," he breathed, his eyes telling her what to do.
"Yes," Nora whispered.
She straddled his upturned thighs. Her cuntlips spread to take his twitching cock. She shivered convulsively as it entered her again.
"Ohhhhh, yesssss!" she moaned with his cock was buried snugly again in the hole of vibrating flesh. "My reward for being good?"
"A reward for both of us," Jim groaned.
He stretched his neck forward to nibble at a tit as he put his legs around her back. She clasped him behind the neck, and their lips met. Slowly they sank onto their sides, moving in a slow, mutual rhythm. His cock made a loud, gushy sound as it sawed in and out of her juicy cunt.
After a while he rolled her onto her back. He kept kissing her, his lips glued tight to hers, while he barely jerked his hips back and forth or rolled them in closed little arcs. Nora constantly whimpered around his deeply probing tongue.
Finally he had to pull his lips from hers and whisper urgently, his hot breath at her ear: "Now, baby! It has to be now!"
"Yes!" Nora hissed back.
Her heels were pressing tightly against the small of his back and she released them slightly to give him more leverage. She knew it would last for only a few more moments now, but she made them wild moments.
"Give it to me, darling!" she rasped, willing him to ride her hard and fast until he shot his load.
Jim lifted his body to look at the heaving, rising tits as he fucked, slamming his meat in and out of her hot cunt like a pile driver.
"I'm coming, Jim, darling, I'm coming!" Nora suddenly gasped. "Come with me! Fill my cunt with juice!"
Jim sank his meat to the balls in her honey-coated cunt, spurting the cum from his testicles into the depths of her hole. It was a jetting splash that made him groan as the heated climax shook him and carried him on and on.
Pussy juice mixed with male jism and squirted from Nora's cunt.
"Jesus, what a fuck!" he breathed.
"Oh, God, yes! Fantastic fuck!" Nora answered. "Fuck me, Jim, darling ... fuck my cunt! Fuck it ... fill it!"
He drove into the very core of her belly. Her pussy sucked the life from him. "Cunt, cunt, cunt!" he yelled as he pumped another load into her.
"Cock, cock, cock!" Nora squealed, and her eyes popped open. "I love you, darling, don't ever stop fucking me!"
"Never, baby, never!"
And Nora smiled, still wondering what a strange cock would feel like in her body.
Although she fought it with every part of her mind and body, Nora was drawn back to the concealed door in the hedge the following afternoon.
Silently, she made her way to the bushes by the pool, hoping that she would again get to see two people screwing, get to see Wilmer's gigantic prick giving such pleasure and ecstasy to Cynthia Kelson's beautiful body.
When she reached the spot, she was surprised to find Cynthia with her husband and a young, beautiful but slightly mannish, girl.
Nora recognized the girl. She'd seen her picture in the paper several times. It was Melissa Matson, the youngest and brightest star in the local women's movement. Melissa was an acknowledged genius, who had turned her youth and her virginity into a political banner that had enabled her to capture all the young female voters in the state, as well as a goodly portion of the youthful male vote.
Then their voices reached Nora's ears, and she couldn't believe what she was hearing.
Senator Jeffery Kelson didn't particularly care about fucking either virgins or lesbians, but Cynthia thought it would be a kick, so he was willing to go along with it.
Cynthia's plan was-simple. They would tell Melissa about the background information they had on her family-the fact that her mother was bisexual and loved to fuck anybody, anytime, and her father was a male chauvinist who produced porno films. Then, they would blackmail her into throwing her votes behind Kelson in the election.
That had been done. But that wasn't enough for Cynthia. His wife wanted to use the information to force the girl to play fuck games with them, as well. Cynthia was a kick, a perfect wife for Jeff Kelson in every way. Like him, Cynthia loved all kinds of fucking; threesomes, foursomes, orgies, and even girl-to-girl fucking....
"No, no, I can't do it!" Melissa said. "I'll swing my block of votes your way, Senator, but I can't go through with this!"
"Yes, yes, you can," Cynthia crooned, "and you will. But we will help you along and get you in the mood, darling!"
Cynthia turned to her husband. She crossed to where Jeff sat on the chaise rubbing his expanding cock through his pants.
Melissa watched the couple as they kissed. She cursed her parents for the legacy of degradation they had given her; the legacy that was now going to force her into the one thing she feared over everything else: the sex act.
"You do want to fuck this sweet little girl, don't you, darling?" Cynthia cooed to her husband. "You do want to plunge your beautiful, big dick into her tight, virgin pussy?"
Jeff Kelson started talking to his wife in a low voice, but his eyes were beadily fixed on the young girl near him, greedily watching her as she grew more and more frightened. Now he really wanted to fuck her. His prick and balls ached to ram inside the tender, throbbing cunt of the innocent girl and sprew his hot, white jism deep inside her belly. He wanted to do that and other, more intensely exciting things to her luscious body. And Cynthia would help him, he knew, just as she always had, for she enjoyed bringing lovely young women to their knees, and seeing them eventually change into hot women, with Cynthia joining in the fun and games.
Jeff kept talking, all the while moving his hand up the dress of his beautiful wife. His fingers teased the inside of her thighs, making them quiver, then his fingers tickled around the crotchband of her panties, feeling the outline of her fleshy, pulsing cunt, the wetness of the curly hairs of her pussy mound as they peeked out of the sides of her panties and tickled his hand.
"Ohhhh, darling, ohhhh!" Cynthia gasped in his arms. "Oh, Jeff, darling, I want you to fuck me, Jeff, fuck me like some rutting animal in the barnyard! Give me that huge cockpole of yours! Ohhhhh!" Cynthia surged against his fingers which were now inserted inside her panties and sliding into the slippery, pink opening of her cunthole.
Oh, God, they wouldn't! Melissa thought in panic, they wouldn't do that awful thing right in front of me!
Cynthia moaned and begged on, but Jeff still had his eyes on Melissa Matson. He saw that their little display had taken its full effect on the girl. Melissa was sprawled on a chaise, her legs dangling and her dress nearly up to her rounded, luscious hips now. He could see up her legs, up to the little wisp of flimsy white nylon that separated him from her tender young pussy. It excited him, and his prick leaped into total erection, hurting for release from his pants.
"I think she's ready," he whispered to Cynthia. "Ready to get royally fucked."
"Oh, darling, I am, too! I want to get fucked, too!" His wife was panting now, openly spreading her thighs to his probing hand.
"Then let's get started. Right here, right in front of her. She's so hot that she won't be afraid, just excited!" Jeff chuckled and pulled his fingers from his wife's cunt with a wet, slurping sound. "Get up, baby. Get up and take your clothes off. I want to fuck you right here, at the pool, right in front of little Melissa! Shit! Let's see just how much of a moralistic libber she is after she gets a taste of seeing a hot fuck session, okay?"
The next thing Melissa knew, the Senator and his wife were stark naked. Cynthia was lying on a cushion by the side of the pool, with her legs spread-eagled high in the air.
Melissa felt as though she could reach out and touch her. Cynthia's head was rolling back and forth, her face contorted with passion. Jeff was kneeling between her naked, widespread legs, running his tongue moistly up and down her body. His wife writhed beneath him like a woman possessed, her hands tangling tightly in his hair, pulling his lips to her greedy skin.
Melissa gripped the corners of the chaise, leaning forward. She tried to blot out the shocking picture, but couldn't. She had to look-the lewd, vile spectacle hypnotizing her. Her mind rebelled at the sight of a man playing with the naked, squirming body of a woman. She knew she should turn away, but she couldn't. She couldn't move a muscle.
Cynthia was beautiful, Melissa had to admit, as she gazed in reluctant intoxicated rapture at the woman spread on the cushion. Jeff had worked her to a fever pitch. His face was just above her softly curling pussy mound, his hands pressed on the smooth, flat plane of her belly and his thumbs pressed into the fleshy outer lips of her cunt. He pulled outward, exposing the moist pink slit of Cynthia's pussy. The pink bud of her clit was clearly visible, throbbing into hardness just above the stretched elastic opening of her fuckhole.
Jeff's head dropped and his long, wet tongue snaked out to flick at the quivering little button. Cynthia's body jerked as the contact was made and her legs clamped tightly around her husband's head. Her soft thighs imprisoned his ears in a vise-like grip. Her hips began to rotate and soft wails of pure animal pleasure escaped from her gaping mouth.
The shocked Melissa, sitting on the chaise, stared in disbelief as she watched Cynthia's body twist erotically to the sucking of her cunt. The young girl was uncertain anymore whether the two writhing figures were real or figments of her imagination. The vision of their writhing bodies was dancing in her head, and nothing existed in the whole world except the couple before her, and somehow she felt uncomfortably drawn toward them.
Melissa's body began an involuntary swaying in time to that of Cynthia's, and thin folds of her dress and panties grated against her sensitive asshole and cunt, sending spasms of pleasure rippling through her pussy and belly, and on up to the rising nipples of her large tits.
Then Jeff released himself from the now mewling, now mindless Cynthia and raised from his kneeling position. His mouth and lips were wet from his spit an her cunt-honey. He was panting from his own excitement. Melissa could hear his ragged breaths and he stroked his hard dick where it jutted from his hairy balls.
Melissa, who had never had or seen a man naked, paled and sucked in her breath at the sight of Jeff's massive cock. She sat frozen. She watched in terrified fascination as his fingers skinned the thick foreskin rapidly up and down the full length of his cock, the hardened shafthead bursting into view each time. She was so close that she could see the glistening pre-cum fluid oozing from the tiny hole at the tip.
Jeff's hoarse breathing made his cock quiver. At that moment his prick seemed to the frightened young girl like the most monstrous thing in the world. She couldn't imagine ever having something like that, that gigantic, inside her cunt. No woman could possibly take that monstrosity into her body! It would rip and tear her to pieces, if it didn't kill her first!
Then Cynthia reached up and grabbed her husband's cock. Jeff lunged forward, and without hesitation, his gleaming, rock-hard tool plunged into her moist, open cunt. He immediately began to fuck Cynthia with long, hard strokes, and Melissa could clearly see his huge meat sliding in and out of the woman's pink, widespread cunt like a well-oiled piston. His cum-swollen balls smacked loudly into the moist crevice between her ass cheeks.
Melissa waited for Cynthia to scream in protest, or to fight back against the rape of her open pussy, but she didn't.
Instead, the woman's legs quivered, momentarily up in the air and then snaked back around his waist. Her hands slid slowly down his glistening body and came to rest on his white, hollowing buttocks. The fingers spread, whitened from pressure, then pulled him into her. Below, the clenching lips of her cunt flowered open in eager acceptance. It swallowed the whole of his plunging prick with each surging wave. Pleas for him to fuck her harder rolled from her lips. They were obscene and filthy words which Melissa had seldom heard, except in whispers at college and written on the walls of a john.
The girl held her breath, and sat there as if cemented to the chaise, her hands over her gaping mouth in horror. Her mind was now beginning to snap out of it enough for her to grasp the situation. The lewdness of the act, as compared to her own moralistic life, the absolute opposite to every idealistic code to which the young girl had ever subscribed.
Cynthia's ass cheeks were grinding faster now, and the groans and mewls of pleasure were becoming more desperate. Her gyrating ass was met with equal fury by her husband as he fucked harder and harder into her pussy, driving her ass flat to the cushion with each surge.
The loud slap of their naked bellies against each other resounded in Melissa's fevered brain like claps of thunder. She was glued to her seat as though mesmerized by the curling and uncurling legs as Cynthia fucked furiously in final desperation to reach her orgasm.
Melissa couldn't bear any more. Her heart and soul was a turmoil of revulsion and excitement, of horror and interest, of unbelief and realization. Something had to happen soon or she'd burst.
Suddenly, from Cynthia came a low, unearthly howl, and her hotly grinding ass cheeks quivered and jerked up tight against the hardened cock sunk deep in her cunt.
Jeff groaned above her and ground down hard, his thick, fleshy cock throbbing its white, milky cum deep up into her widening belly. The boiling, thick juice filled her to overflowing and cascaded warmly out around her pink, moist pussy lips.
To Melissa's horror, she could see clearly a tiny white stream of cum wetly trickling down the wide split of Cynthia's buttocks. Both of them spasmed, endlessly shooting out their exploding orgasms as though the young girl was not even present.
Then they were off the cushion and moving toward her.
"No, NO!" Melissa cried out. "Please ... NOOO!"