Curt Aldrich - Politician_s Teacher

"What sort of things are you talking about?" Melanie asked.

"You really don't know what I'm driving at?" Linc cleared his throat. "Well, in a word… sex. Beatrice is AC-DC. Naturally we mustn't let that get out. Even in these days of sexual permissiveness, many voters are still narrow-minded. Beatrice tends to, ah, pick up people, both male and female. She has promised not to, now that we'll be in the public eye. But then, it's hard to teach an old dog new tricks, as they say."

Melanie was blushing strongly. "I'm afraid, Mr. Townsend, that I couldn't… "

"Linc," he corrected.

"Well, I mean to say that I don't feel entitled to interfere in Mrs. Townsend's personal life."

"Are you quite prudish?"

Melanie swallowed. "I really don't consider myself a prude."

"Let's see."

Linc took off his robe.

The young woman stared at his nakedness-at his long-hanging cock with its bulbous, plum-colored head, and at his immense, hair-encircled balls. She blushed so hard that her cheeks burned, and she felt an odd tingling deep inside.

"Mister Townsend!" she exclaimed in shock.

"Call me Linc," he said, "and please don't be alarmed. "I did this because I frequently go nude around the house, as does my wife. We think nothing about it. Naturally, if you're going to live with us… "

Melanie shut her eyes. "I don't know… if I will be able… to… "

"Oh, nonsense! It means nothing. Open your eyes, please!"

She opened them, but continued to blush furiously.

"Are you a virgin?" Linc asked.

"Yes!"

"Well, don't declare it so proudly!" he said in a joking tone. "It's a blasted bore!"

"Mr. Townsend… Linc… I really don't think that I… "

"You've signed the contract," he reminded her, though he had a twinkle in his eyes. "You would not want me to sue the panties off you."

The reference to her "panties" made her even more embarrassed. "If I had realized… what was involved… I wouldn't have signed it."

"Nothing is involved, except a certain amount of casualness. And as for you keeping an eye on my wife, you will note that there is a provision in the contract which refers to 'additional miscellaneous duties'. That would cover it, don't you think?"

"I don't know, I'm sure." She was finding it very difficult to keep from staring at the man's cock and balls.

Melanie had never seen male genitals before. She had received her education in an all-girls' college and had dated only when she was at home, then with very respectable young men who were well known to her parents in the small town where they lived. The most extreme sexual activity in which she had engaged was a kiss on the lips.

She had thought about penises. And testicles, too. Girls discussed such things, some of Melanie's classmates even daring to use the vernacular terms. Mostly Melanie had just listened, shocked but fascinated.

She had gotten the impression that men's cocks were rather small, wiggling things except when they got hard-not long, hanging hoses such as Linc possessed. And as for balls-goodness, his looked like they belonged on a bull!

Smiling as if he was pleased that he had shocked her, Linc wrapped his robe about him once again. "Well, why don't you go and get your things now? Phil is probably still waiting in the car outside."

Melanie was grateful for the opportunity to get away from the unpredictable attractive man. She hurried from the room and downstairs, not saying another word.

"You're coming back, aren't you?" Linc called down the staircase, the haste of her departure having given him cause for concern.

"Yes!" she said, flustered, and rushed out.

Linc stood at the head of the stairs and just laughed.

His wife, wearing just her panties, moved up behind him. "Well?"

"She's a jewel!" Linc said. "The most naive young woman I've met in years. I didn't think they grew them like that any more. She's a minister's daughter, which may explain it. Anyway, you'll love her."

"So you're just hiring her for me, hmmm?" Bea inquired cynically, and slipped a hand inside his robe. She felt his cock, which was thicker and more tense than usual, though not hard. "She got to you a little bit."

"Yeah," he said thoughtfully as his wife massaged him. "She's cherry."

"She told you that?"

"I asked her."

"Prick!" Beatrice exclaimed, and pulled his half-hard cock out of his robe.

"Let's go back to the bedroom," he said, turning to lead the way with his semi-turgid penis, exposed.

Bea followed and shut the door. She got in front of her husband and dropped to her knees. "May I serve you, Mr. Governor?" she asked playfully.

As Beatrice sucked on his long, meaty cock, making it very hard and projecting, he imagined that the blonde was doing it. What sweet pink lips she had! And a small mouth. It would be tight around the collar of his dong!

He stroked his penis slowly in and out between his wife's accommodating lips. He appreciated Bea, because, even though she screwed around, she never neglected him-and she gave him the option of screwing around, also. Theirs was an open, easy-going marriage that sewed them both quite well. The only thing he didn't like about the idea of becoming governor was that they would have to tone down their lifestyle. But as long as he had a foxy blonde like Melanie in the house, along with Bea, he needn't feel deprived. He had no doubt in the world that he could make the young teacher.

He pulled his prick poppingly from Bea's sucking mouth, and it flipped upward to stand nearly as high as when he was a kid. It was a full eight inches long. He shucked off his robe and strode to the bed.

Bea scampered in front of him, always eager to be screwed, and flopped onto her back, wiggling out of her panties. Her soft breasts shook, her nipples formed into firm lumps at the center of each wide, pale-brown aureole.

It was, however, the brownish slash between her thighs that Linc eyed as she spread her legs wide apart and lifted them, bending her knees. Her cunt was bordered by thick black hair that curled partially across it. Her labia protruded somewhat, her clit especially prominent. She had the mature attractiveness of a thirty-eight-year-old who had fucked a lot and loved it-who loved it now more than ever!

"Give this to Mama!" she cried, grasping Linc's meaty erection as he knelt.

She pointed his turgid tool into herself, nudging her labia apart with its mushroom-shaped head, exposing moist, rosy flesh for him to glide on. He slid his thick prick into her, inch after inch of it, until, she had it all. The union still felt good to both of them, despite sixteen years of marriage and a great deal of experience on the side.

As Linc began to fuck his wife with long, slow, cunt-stuffing strokes, he thought about the blonde he had just hired and imagined be was fucking her. If Bea realized that, she gave no sign. She wriggled her hips skillfully, bumping them at the same time and the effect was one of gulping at her husband's deep-reaching cock.

Her breasts shook from the vibrations he transmitted to her, and he remained up on straight arms to watch them. The blonde's titties were smaller, and they would be much firmer, he speculated as he stroked into his wife.

She squirmed voluptuously. "It's so goood!" she groaned. "Oooooh, darling, you're all cock! That's why I love you so!"

"And you're all pussy!" Linc replied.

They moved heatedly together, building intensity and speed as they pumped. The bed creaked softly beneath them. Beatrice's breasts began to flop up and down, not loosely but with a full heaviness which Was appealing. Her red mouth opened, and she tossed her brunette head to and fro.

Suddenly she began to bob her hips rapidly, and Link settled down to ride her hard. He fucked her through, one, two… three gasping, clawing orgasms before he reached a spurting climax which filled the pit of her pussy with his sperm.