A week later Tim called, sounding as depressed as a skid-row bum on death row, even lower than Harold had sounded, if that was possible.
"Did your powerful friends back out?" she asked. "No. They've pledged their support, thanks to your little trick with Bud Owens and Doris. But…"
"Then what's the problem?"
"Doris, of course. She's a little pissed with Bud – letting you embarrass both of them like you did."
"Pissed with Bud?" Kitty asked. "Just what can she do to him?"
"Drop him, flat, which she's done."
Kitty chuckled. "She'll find somebody else."
There was a certain respect in Tim's voice when he replied. "You can count on that – just like you can count on his being a winner, whoever it turns out to be. But I'm not calling to talk about Doris, or Bud Owens. I've got problems of my own."
"I thought you'd have it made if you got the support you wanted."
"Politics is never that cut and dry, my dear. Is it all right if I come over tonight? I need to talk." Kitty began to feel like a mother hen with a brood of roosters, all needing her to pamper them. But she'd gone this far with Tim. She couldn't think of a good reason to stop now.
"We'll barbecue a chicken," she said.
When he arrived, they made small-talk over wine as they barbecued the chicken on the patio grill. Later, as they ate by candlelight, he never once mentioned the campaign problems he'd alluded to on the phone.
She had put on a stack of records she thought he would like, a mixture of classical and popular music. Then she wondered why she still felt compelled to always try to please a man. It was her house, her chicken, even her wine!
After dinner, she slipped on her favorite country and western records and they sat on the patio with fresh red wine.
She wondered when he was going to bring up the subject that was bothering him.
An hour later, their glasses empty, he still hadn't mentioned it.
"How about a swim?" he suggested instead. "In the dark."
Kitty smiled, sensing he had more on his mind than just political problems.
"Fine," she said, going inside to click off the patio lights as well as the pool lights.
He was already in the water, nude, when she came out, also nude, to join him. They glided slowly, close to each other, until they were accustomed to the water. Then Tim led her to the shallow end and sat on a step with her in his lap.
"It's really nice here." He smiled.
"You said that."
"I mean here," he added, running his fingers along the slit between her legs.
"Thank you," she said, offering her soft lips to his experienced tongue.
Tim was a masterful lover, retaining control most of the time – doing his thing, thought Kitty. She liked it that way, for a change.
Not that she didn't like being in complete control herself at times. It was satisfying to get a man's cock up, ready to explode with desire, then guide it into her cunt, and work it at the tempo that pleased her. But it was also nice to just lie back and let Tim take charge, responding with real desire, taking what he had to offer, and giving good measure in return. She enjoyed the touch of his lips, his tongue on her tits, the probing of his fingers between her legs, on her thighs, her stomach, inside the crease of her ass-cheeks. She enjoyed the taste of his inner ear when she probed it with her tongue, and looked forward to the taste of his cock rubbing her leg under water, hard and eager.
But there was something he wanted to taste first, which was fine with her. He was in command. She allowed him to carry her to the edge of the pool, sit her on the ledge, and spread her legs wide as he examined the pink of her pussy staring out through surrounding hedges of dark fur.
She thrilled to the touch of his tongue, his lips, the gentle nibbling of his teeth as her pussy got wet from the inside out, wet and sweet and eager for more of his tongue, then all of his tongue.
Her only effort to exert control was to ask, "Faster! Please, faster! Deeper! Deeper!"
When she started to climax, she threw her legs around his neck, pulling him close, keeping his rapid tongue in her cunt, clutching him until she felt as high as the stars, as free as the evening breeze – as explosive as lightning. She came like thunder, falling back on the pavement, eyes closed, senses thrilled.
Then she felt his wonderful tongue lapping at the edges of her asshole, and she sighed contentedly, rolling her head from side to side, purring like a kitten. It was a different kind of climax, peaceful, continuous, completely satisfying.
"Tim?" she whispered dreamily.
"Yes?"
"Can I have your cock, your beautiful fucking machine?"
"Where?"
"Do I get a choice?"
"Try me," he replied.
He crawled out of the water as she rolled over, then she came up on her knees, her head down.
"It was your tongue," she said, panting heavily. "It made my asshole snap for more!"
"Then it shall have more!" Tim smiled, sticking his cock-head into the cleavage of her ass-cheeks, then easing it through a tight entrance. Once inside, he lunged slightly, pausing as she screamed. Then easing his cock farther in.
Kitty clawed at the hard pavement, holding herself steady as his thrusts became harder, penetrated deeper. When his balls smacked her ass-cheeks, when his cock was in as far as it could go, she felt a sense of relief.
She couldn't have taken more. It was perfect. Absolutely perfect!
He pushed fingers into her wet, open cunt while easing his cock in and out of her tightly gripping ass. Faster, then faster still.
Kitty felt her knees rub raw on the hard pavement, adding a sting of pain to the searing sensation of pleasure.
"Come in me," she said. "Come deep in me! I want to feel it inside me! All of it!"
Heir hands clawed the pavement, her face rubbed into it as Tim pounded at her asshole, breathing like a bull in heat.
It was hot. When he came it felt hot, like a high-pressure hose on the hot-water faucet. It felt hot and smooth. She felt as if her insides were being sprayed with a gush of hot oil, lubricating oil.
He came and he kept coming. She felt as if she were full of him, overflowing with him.
Her body fell flat on the pavement. His come went on her back, on both cheeks of her ass. He fell on top of her, completely spent. Then he rolled into the water, pulling her in behind him.
"You're enough to make a man forget what he came for," Tim smiled.
"And what was that?" Kitty asked.
"To talk, just to talk."
Once again she felt like a mother hen, about to hear another hard-fuck story. But she didn't mind. Tim had earned it. He could talk about any damn thing he pleased!
She kissed his lips. "Talk then."
"It doesn't seem that important any more," he replied, returning her kiss, feeling himself getting aroused again.
"It's the campaign, isn't it?" she said.
"Rone Curry has decided to run," Tim replied, as if announcing dooms day.
"Who's Rone Curry?"
"One of the sharpest political fund raisers in the business. With his business contacts, he can raise twice as much money as I can."
Kitty thought she had heard the name Rone Curry before, but she couldn't remember where. She shrugged.
She regretted asking Tim to talk. Reaching down in the water, between his legs, she felt something she wanted more than just conversation.
"Nobody can beat you." She smiled, squeezing gently. His cock began to rise in her hand.
"You make my political problems seem miles away."
Tim smiled, kissing her again, gripping a handful of smooth ass-flesh and pulling her close against him.
She slipped his cock between her legs and closed her thighs around it. "There's something more urgent that needs your attention now."
Kitty put her arms around his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist, grinding her hairy pussy into his rock-like cock.
"First things first." Tim smiled, sliding the head of his eager cock past the slippery lips of her cunt. Before he could ease his cock farther in, Kitty gripped him with her legs, puffing it in deep and fast.
She threw her head back in a short happy gasp. He held her by the waist, her back floating on the surface of the water, pulling her slick pussy back and forth on his cock-staff.
She let him do it all as she floated on the water, feeling his cock slam deep inside, feeling her cunt heat the water as it held him, as her legs clasped his body to hers. She felt herself sailing on a smooth sea, the fire that had erupted in her asshole smothered, now the fire that raged in her cunt getting the same wonderful hosing.
His lips and tongue covered a nipple that became immediately hard. His cock never stopped, gliding in deep and hard, then easing back before making another smooth plunge, sending her sensuous spirits soaring.
"I want to eat it!" she exclaimed happily. "I want a mouth full of it! It's so wonderful! Don't take it out! Not yet! I'm coming Tim! I'm coming!"
He rammed his cock in her harder, faster, causing words to freeze in her mouth, her eyes to look glazed. His cock grew as he pounded it in her, grew and began to throb against the walls of her oiled pussy.
"I'm there!" Kitty screamed, her teeth gritted in ecstasy. "I'm there! Don't stop now! Don't…"
Again her words froze in an orgasm of pleasure. As she felt his hot stream pouring into her, she chewed the lobe of his car and ground into him, her pussy sucking his streaming cock.
"I've got to taste your cock," she said. "I've got to feel its hardness in my mouth, with my tongue."
She pound her cunt into him until the hot stream slowly died, until the wonderful cock softened inside her and became still.
"I still want to eat your prick," she whispered. They literally crawled out of the pool and fell exhausted on a pair of thick beach towels, feeling warm desert air caress their satisfied bodies, looking up at bright stars.
"They're so far away," Kitty whispered, smiling at the stars.
"Like my political problems?" Tim said.
"In the morning they'li be gone," Kitty added. "The stars, yes. My political problems with Rone Curry, no. They'll just be beginning?"
Kitty suddenly remembered where she'd heard the name Rone Curry before. She thought of Harold, and his reluctant temptation to back the man with a big campaign contribution.
"Will money make all the difference in the election?" she asked.
"What else counts?" Kitty asked.
"The type of campaign Curry runs. He's a new face and with enough money for political ads they can make him look like Mr. Clean."
"But you can look the same way, can't you?" Tim frowned. "Not like Rone can, if he brings his family into the campaign, which he'll do. His wife of twenty years is attractive and articulate. They have two children that look like they've just returned from a 4-H camp."
"You have two children!"
"That's the problem, Kitty. Doris will refuse to let them be photographed or used in any way to help my campaign. As soon as Rone's people find out the position I'm in with Doris and the kids, they'll spread the rumors of a broken marriage, of a bluer split not only with my wife but my children. People's imagination will provide the gory details."
"Maybe Doris will change her mind," Kitty said. "No chance of that I'm afraid. She's got me by the balls and she isn't about to let go."
"Because of what I did to her and Bud?"
"That's all the reason Doris needs, I'm afraid." Kitty had tried to solve a problem for him, and she had! Now she felt responsible for a new problem. She began to wonder if politics wasn't a little too complex for her.
"Don't feel like it's your fault," Tim said.
"But I do."
It wasn't until long after he left and Kitty crawled into bed with a slight sense of unfinished desire that she remembered what it was that she'd wanted so desperately, and failed to get. They'd spent so much time discussing Tim's political problems that she'd never gotten around to feeling that most satisfying of cocks in her mouth.
She was beginning to hate politics.