Richard Van Dorne - Ravished wife

He heard her words, but why had she said it, he thought. How could he ever forget all the others if she kept saying things like that. How could he ever forget the picture of fat hairy men mounting her like an animal and driving their hard, fat cocks into her cunt, making her beg for more. Had she told them the same thing?

Why? he thought, unable to control his anger. Wanting to hurt her he suddenly drove his massive cock deep into her, using his buttocks as a piledriver. His huge prick was a weapon and he could punish her with it…

"Oooooh, God!" she moaned at the savage thrust. "Don't stop!"

Beg! Did she beg them too, he thought, and drove his lust maddened cock deeper, using all his strength to smash into her, feeling the red rubbery tip push hard against her cervix.

"Oh, oh, oh," she cried in masochistic pleasure.

Wanting to drive his cock deeper, he moved to reposition her, using his hands to lift the quivering flesh of her smooth round buttocks, and she responded by wrapping her legs around his back and locking her ankles tight together to hold him in her.

As he drove into her again, his fingers spread the clenching flesh of her quivering white bottom, stretching the tight red ring of her tiny twitching anus.

She kept moaning as he moistened his finger with the hot juices that flowed freely from her clasping pussy and slid it along the tender flesh between her cunt and her anus. Lightly he rubbed across the rubbery opening, feeling it give as he probed it, making her cry in ecstasy at the strange, obscene sensation.

Suddenly he slid the finger all the way into her warm damp rectum and she cried out, half in pain and half in pleasure. He knew she was no virgin there, and angrily rotated his finger back and forth, scraping at the soft flesh, punishing her for having done it before.

She could hardly stand the fucking she was getting in both burning holes. The swollen walls of her pussy could hardly bear the fantastic excitement of his rigid cock driving back and forth inside, while his rotating finger pulled at the very center of her being. She bucked harder as he fucked her, clenching him tightly with her long, slim legs straining to draw him deeper.

Her face contorted in a lewd mask of ecstatic pleasure and pain as she threw her head back and forth on the bed, unaware of anything but the roaring fire that burned throughout her sex-crazed body.

Her moanings and spastic twitchings were becoming too much for him as he thrust his throbbing prick harder and harder inside her clenching hair-lined pussy and ravaged her burning rectum with his fingers. Something else, he thought, and suddenly jerked his finger from her anus and slid it into the quivering pink lips of her burning cunt beside his driving cock.

Once inside, he sank another finger next to the first, stretching her opening until she could stand it no longer.

"Oh," she cried. "Oh God. Oh, I'm cumming, I'm cumming now!"

He could barely stay on as she suddenly bucked like a wild horse, filling her pussy with her own orgiastic juices and lathering his still-stroking cock with its burning wetness.

"Oh, yeah!" he gasped as she came and started driving into her harder. It had lasted long enough. The dam would hold back no longer.

There had been so many other men fucking her, filling her with their cum, but none could have ever made her cum like this…

He had only seconds left, and grabbed her quivering flesh as hard as he could, thrusting again and again, unable to control his animal-like gaspings until his balls suddenly exploded, shooting his cum along the underside of his thick cock until it burst free into her cunt, joining her juices deep in her quivering belly as he screamed aloud: "Ooooohhhhh!"

He reared back, almost standing on his knees as the last jets of hot sperm filled her, making her his forever.

Slowly, he lowered himself, completely depleted. Nothing had ever been like this, he thought, as he lay on top of her, too weak to speak.

Gently, he finally rolled off of her sweating body and lay beside her, his breathing still heavy.

"Sammy," he heard hazily through the distance of his happiness, "I love you."

He couldn't believe his ears. She really did love him. Now, now that he had been avenged, now that she really loved him, he would never have to think of all those others again. She was his, and they could never have any more or any less than each other.

As he turned to tell her he loved her too, he felt her long slender fingers slide between his thighs and tenderly touch his half-hard cock.

"Let's do it again," she said with a gleam in her eye. "Make love to me again, my Darling. I don't want you to ever stop."

"Thank you, Mr. Lee," the uniformed policeman said with a nod. "Do you know your way around?"

"Yes, thanks," Jeff answered and walked through the turnstile.

Jeff didn't really mind the red tape required to get onto the convention floor. The Republicans didn't expect any trouble, but they still had to keep outsiders from butting in, after all, political secrets are political secrets, he thought.

There had been no trouble obtaining a valid delegate pass earlier that morning. Jeff's fight against organized crime in Miami had one backer, a very influential Republican. Even with all his power and influence he hadn't been able to recruit any more support for Jeff, but he did easily arrange for credentials that would allow the editor to wander around the convention hall without being known as a member of the working press.

If Pam could talk to him, Jeff thought, then maybe she would believe what I say. His wife's lack of concern was constant concern for Jeff. He wanted her to believe in what he was doing, and pay much less attention to her social engagements and ridiculous charities. If those hens wouldn't cackle so much, and try talking about important problems, he thought, they might be able to persuade their husbands to help me. Christ, that'll be the day. Until then I'm strictly on my own.

"Hartford's the name," a loud voice said beside him. "Iowa," he added proudly.

"Jeff Lee. I'm local."

"Just call me Bill, Jeff," he said.

One of those, Jeff thought. He'd met many men like Hartford during the last twenty years and had never been impressed with any of them, except perhaps by the excess weight they always seemed to carry around the middle. It was almost a badge of honor for men like Hartford to be fat, he thought.

Jeff looked right past Hartford's head as the overweight delegate talked to him. Full of information, Jeff snickered to himself. Probably doesn't do a Goddamn thing but talk. Probably talks to his hogs, too. Jeff didn't care to hear anything that Hartford said. He was too intent on spotting familiar faces of Wade Jackson's henchmen, all of whom he would know on sight, though none of them had ever seen him.

"Excuse me for interrupting, Bill," he said, grabbing the big man by the arm and shaking his hand. "But one of my fellow delegates has just waved at me. I think we have a caucus coming up."

"Yeah, I know how it is…"

But before he could finish Jeff had already left.

Across the room he had spotted Carl Pearson, Wade Jackson's right hand man. Seeing Carl, he knew that there was something lined up for the delegates already, and if he wanted more evidence he would have to find out where and when.

Keeping his eye constantly on Carl's bald head, Jeff shoved and wormed his way through the vast crowd of delegates who mingled around the main floor, talking, dealing or just plain standing. The way they make crowds, he thought, they must be doing it through a prearranged signal.

Suddenly breaking into the open Jeff watched Carl shake a man's hand and turn to leave. There's my contact, he thought, pulling a cigarette from his half empty pack. Well, here goes nothin'.