Curt Aldrich - Politician_s Teacher

"Ooooooooh, God…!" she breathed.

"Glad you're no longer virgin?" Linc asked.

"Yesssssss!" she assured him. And she meant it! She was a total woman at last.

Though obviously proud of his conquest and pleased by its results, Linc had important matters to attend to. After going to the bathroom to wash up, he returned and got dressed immediately.

"Get a prescription for the pill," he advised Melanie. "I don't like having to pull out." She still had his sperm on her belly and neck some on a nipple, as well. "Does Bea mind if we do it?" she asked. "Fuck Bea!" he snorted.

"I'd rather fuck you!" Melanie said with a giggle.

"That's the girl!" He smiled.

Melanie was a bit disappointed. She hadn't expected love words or any kind of commitment. But it did seem cavalier of Linc to just fuck and run!

But should she be surprised? She, had known what sort of person he was all the time-selfish, demanding, ambitious, not caring much about the rights or feelings of others.

But with it all, he was charming! And he did have a perfectly luscious prick, Melanie reflected cozily as she continued to lie on her back in the center of the bed, too blissfully sated to move. Even the lingering soreness around her cuntal mouth didn't bother her. It was like a slight burn on one's tongue which might be received while eating a delicious meal. Never mind it!

Finally she got up and walked, still a bit dizzily, to the bathroom. After the mess Linc had left all over her, and between her thighs, she had some cleaning up to do.

"Baby, like I tell you… I'm gonna be rich soon. Now just lie down and spread those thighs."

Naomi Thurston didn't like men to think of her as that mercenary. But she was. And she supposed it showed.

She didn't quite believe the clothing salesman who was trying to talk her into his bed. However, he spoke with such conviction that she couldn't just shrug him off. She had fucked on flimsier prospects in the past.

She lay down and spread her legs.

Ronnie's cock was high as a flagpole as he strutted to the bed. He knelt on the mattress, facing the blonde's open crotch. Like most of them, she was not blonde between the legs. But that didn't bother Ronnie. She had what he needed-a lippy slit that was well greased by the oils of her passion, which he had worked up while taking off her clothes and maneuvering her to this position.

He gripped his prick in his fist and moved up, touching the mushroom-shaped knob to her unfurled labia. He pushed with a twist of his hips, and his cock screwed smoothly into her.

"Ooooooooh!" she said.

He wasn't quite sure where her passion left off and her greed began. But he didn't care about that, either. She was only a pickup to satisfy his needs of the moment, and with the warm moistness of her pussy surrounding his throbbing hard-on, satisfaction was at hand.

He began to stroke in and out of her pleasure giving cunt.

Her titties quivered like peaked mounds of Jell-o with small cherries at their crests. She gazed directly at Ron, her eyes very intent-looking for his reaction, no doubt, to discern how pleased with her he was.

His prick spoke for him, pumping faster and faster into her slippery, snugly clasping hole. She bumped her crotch while holding her bent legs in the air. Finally she hooked them around his back and fucked heatedly. His bed squeaked and rattled…

The noise, not to mention his intense concentration, kept him from hearing the door of his apartment being stealthily opened. Two pairs of size twelve shoes silently crossed the carpet and entered the bedroom.

The naked man between the blonde's encircling legs was pounding his pecker home, and the observing men waited for a few moments, dirty smiles spreading across their faces. As their cocks began to tense, the leader realized the danger of getting too involved. A rangy man, with a prominent nose and black hair combed forward at his forehead and the sides of his head, he barked.

"Okay-that's enough!"

Ronnie froze in Naomi's cunt.

He flipped his head around and stared at the man who had spoken and at the fellow's bushy haired, beetle-browned partner, both of whom held guns.

Naomi squealed, and her cunt spasmed around Ronnie's deeply sunk prick. Surprisingly, she was coming. Ron couldn't come. In fact, he shrank inside her.

"Wh-what do you want?" he asked, his face a mask of fear.

"Somethin' you've got," the leader of the intruders said. "Maybe two things-huh, Charlie?" He tossed a quick wink at his friend.

"You mean, we can screw the babe, Duke?" the other guy asked with simple-minded eagerness.

"I don't see why not," Duke replied. "But first we want the pitcher."

Ronnie withdrew his softened penis from the girl's still quivering cunt, and she sat up, scooting backward until she was against the headboard of the bed. Ronnie swung around, his wet penis flopping between his thighs.

"I… I don't know what you're talking about," he said.

"You asshole!" Duke rasped, and lifted his black revolver higher. It had a silencer attached, as did Charlie's weapon. "We know you've got a pitcher of the next governor's wife-that Townsend broad-sucking some guy's cock. Was it yours?"

"Ronnie!" Naomi cried. "You didn't tell me you've got another woman!"

He ignored her. So did the gunman, as much as possible, considering that she was seated with her legs spread wide apart and juice dribbling from her rosy, hair fringed snatch.

"Who told you about the picture?" Ronnie demanded of the men.

"That don't make any difference," Duke said. "Just get it up!"

"Speaking of gettin' it up, Duke, mine's up from just lookin' at that cute pussy!"

"Forget her right now! This is business!" Duke added to Ronnie, "Get that pitcher and make it fast, or I'll waste you and find it myself!"

The naked clothing salesman leaped trembling from the bed and hurried to his dresser. He extracted the Polaroid print from underneath his shorts.

"All right!" Duke said, grinning, as Ron handed the picture over. The gunmen perused it. "Look at that, Charlie! It is him, gettin' his cock sucked by the next governor's wife."

"Shit, yeah!" Charlie said, staring at the photo. "How did a guy like him get to know her?"

"That's somethin' we don't give a fuck about!" Duke replied. "We were just told to get the pitcher, and now we've got it." He slipped the print into his pocket.

"Can we screw the babe now?" his partner asked excitedly.

"Sure," Duke said. "You screw her while she sucks me off."

"Oooooooh, no!" Naomi cried, and scrambled off the bed, her small, pointy breasts shaking.

Duke lunged forward and shoved his cold gun against her belly. She gasped.

"You get back down on that bed, cunt!" he snarled.

"R-Ronnie…!" she whined, her lower lip quivering and her eyes bright with fear. "Are you gonna let 'em treat me this way?"

"I don't give a shit what they do to you," he groaned, and dropped into a chair. His balls ached from his failure to achieve a release after getting intensely excited. His spirit ached worse than that.

Hopelessly Naomi stared at the gunmen. Then she turned with a murmur of resignation, and stretched out on the bed.

"Can I put my gun away, Duke?" Charlie asked, his pants-front bulging.

"Yeah, I'll keep 'em both covered."

Ronnie didn't pose any problem as he sat disconsolately with his elbows propped on his naked thighs and his face hidden in his hands. The girl wouldn't be a problem, either, once 200-pound Charlie got on top of her. Still Duke kept his gun out while he unzipped his pants with the other hand. He flipped, out a purplish-headed, swarthy skinned cock that hung halfway to his knees.

Naomi gasped as she looked at it.

Charlie pushed his pants and shorts down, and his semi-turgid penis sprang up to curve toward the girl, its bulb trying to break through a thick lip of foreskin. Sexually, he was much smaller than his friend.