Phillip had never seen anything like it before. It no longer fell under the label of victory celebration; it was an out and out Bacchanalia. A rather plumpish woman had climbed onto a table in the center of the room and had stripped naked except for garter-belt, stockings and heels. Drunkenly, she was attempting to dance, the heavy, fleshy pendulums of her brown tipped breasts swaying and jouncing with her contortions, the layered, unsmooth chunkiness of her buttocks and thighs rippling and jostling unappetizingly. More drunken couples lay on the floor at her feet, laughing and clapping their hands in unison rhythm as she tried to bump and grind to their tempo. Vulgarly, she increased her efforts, spurred on by her audience, obscenely spreading her legs as she thrust her broad, black, hairy bushed pelvis in lewd, suggestive stabs, the wide aperture splitting her crotch as visible and repulsive to him as her gaping mouth. Someone had handed her a man's straw hat with a paper band around it that read "Coleman for Governor" and she donned that.
Christ, he thought, what in hell am I doing here? Victory celebration? God, it was deteriorating into a complete debauchery! He was no prude, but there were limits. He stood near the doorway staring at the sprawled couples around the room and on the floor. Some were locked in lewd embraces, hands disappearing under skirts and inside the fronts of trousers. The next steps, he supposed, were to the bedrooms… and no one seemed to be with his or her own wife or husband… A hand touched his arm and he jumped, startled. It was Dianne, smiling.
"A real gem, isn't she? Carla Morse, the County Attorney's wife," Dianne said, shaking her head. "Lord, if I had a body like that I'd never show it to anyone."
"It's disgusting," said Phillip. "Where's Mark? Does he sanction this sort of thing?"
"Ooooh, don't get all worked up, Darling," she teased. "They're just blowing off a little steam after working so hard for the cause. No harm done; besides, it's these little episodes that help me keep them in line whenever they get goody-goody reformation ideas. I show them a few pictures of themselves taken during their less inhibited moments. It work wonders, Darling."
Phillip stared at her. Her lovely face was widened in smile. He said: "Where's Mark? I can't believe that he agrees with this sort…"
"Mark agrees with what I tell him to agree with, Lover," she answered him, a certain iciness creeping into her tone and eyes. "Anyway," she shrugged, "He's drunk as usual. You'll find him passed out in the study."
"Drunk?"
"Quite." After a moment, her expression warmed again. She caught at his hand. "Now, come with me. Let's get away from this proletarian rabble for a little quiet chat and session of our own, Darling. I'm beginning to feel the need for some love and affection, aren't you?"
"I-I don't know what I feel… after seeing this miserable exhibition," he said, his brow furrowed. Thoughts of Laurie came to mind, followed immediately by a brief interval of confused shame. Cripes, did he know what he was doing, or didn't he?
"Come along… we'll have a drink," Dianne said, leading him off toward the stairway and second floor. "I think we both need it."
He let her guide him to her bedroom. Once inside the closed door she put her arms around his neck and pressed close to him eagerly. Her pelvis, thighs, breasts ground hotly into him: she kissed him with open mouth. It was all he needed. He drew her to him and his lips came moistly down on hers, drawing them into his mouth and then crushing them back against her teeth. He held it long and hard, abruptly feeling the spasmodic jerk where his loins pressed into the soft flesh of her belly. Already, his prick was erect and wanting. Fuck, he thought, what else mattered, anyway?
She reached down between their bodies and stroked his trousers covered rod lustfully. "Mmmmm," she whispered. "It feels nice and hard and beautiful tonight, Lover I… I think I'm going to suck it first… yes, as a matter of fact, I'm certain of it. Come, let's get our clothes off… or would you rather have that drink instead?"
She was teasing him. He crushed her to him and kissed her again, the feel of her voluptuous body erotically against his own aiding his answers.
"To hell with the drink," he said, raspily. "I like your other idea better."
"You mean, the one where I take your delicious cock in my mouth and suck the love juice right out of it?" she whispered, her breath hot in his face.
"Christ!" he gasped, his prick beginning to jerk achingly inside his imprisoning shorts. "Get those Godamned clothes off!" And he began to pull at his own.
The leased Coleman house was large enough to support a four-car garage and ample parking area around it. Byron Acker found a place there and switched off the lights and engine. In the darkness, Laurie looked over at him; she could make out only his outline. He was moving toward her across the seat. She waited receptively, anticipating. He drew her gently to him and kissed her. Little sparkles of pleasure trickled through her. His was not the first alien kiss she had ever known, but she couldn't recall ever desiring one more… the very excitement of its infidelity causing her to tremble.
Once more, his big hands moved caressingly over her breasts and buttocks and thighs. Boldly, she traced the rigidness of his prick with her fingers, shivering at its length and thickness, and she felt the sudden tensing in her breasts as the nipples were smashed tight against his chest.
"God… I can't wait, Baby… I've got to fuck you!" he hissed, and suddenly she felt his hand moving beneath her dress between her thighs, even upward beyond the tops of her nylons, over the soft hot flesh of her creamy smooth inner thighs. She couldn't… didn't want to stop him. Slowly, she spread open to his exploring hand. She felt its gentle warmth pressure against the sheerness of her panties at the delicately pouting mound, lurching spasmodically at the contact. She lay back into the corner of the seat, pulling him atop of her.
"Christ!" he gasped. "Is it all right, Baby? Please… I don't want to do anything wrong…"
"Wrong…? Darling…" she whispered, taking his face between her hands and kissing his mouth with a warm, wet, open lips. "Y-You couldn't do anything wrong to me tonight."
"God Almighty," he groaned.
She felt his hands, both of them now, moving over her hips in search of the waistband of her panties. Everything… all, was being done in unbroken continuity; she felt like a young girl being seduced for the first time by her one true love. She was wild with the pleasurable excitement of it, knowing that she would die if he ever stopped now. She whimpered and lifted her buttocks to help him as he rolled the snug little bikini briefs down over her hips and along her thighs until she was free of them. She spread her legs wider and he slithered half onto the seat and floor between them. His mouth sought hers, his tongue probing wetly between her lips; she sucked on it gently, letting her body flow upward into his in the darkness.
And then, he was kissing her eyes and nose and ears and neck, gradually moving down away from her toward the naked heat smothering her loins spread so receptively before him, her dress bunched around her waist, her belly tingling with the thought of the rapture to come. She moaned aloud as his hands slid beneath her buttocks and his mouth kissed and sucked at the soft smooth flesh of her belly… ever moving downward… into the light entanglement of her silken, pubic hair. Tenderly, he nipped and lewd sensations bathed her.
In his two hands he held the magnificent cheeks of her full rounded buttocks. His thumbs curled down between her legs and lay on either side of the soft hairlined flanges of her cunt. God, how he wished he could visualize with seeing eye this delectable sight. She moaned in anticipation… Christ, she was so young and lovely… taut, smooth and warm… he was going to go out of his mind if he didn't take her soon.
Tenderly, he pressed her thighs wide, wide apart and Laurie felt him haunching there; her breath shortened until she whined as she sensed his skilled fingers spreading the fleshy, light hair-covered lips of her vagina open, and the cool air seeped in against her there. She waited breathlessly until his tongue suddenly flicked into her, the wet tip licking teasingly against the tiny bud of her clitoris, causing it to throb wildly. She felt his thumbs lowering and then he pressed the opening of her vagina wide apart; once more she held her breath while his tongue trailed down through the moist throbbing slit… and suddenly shot into the hot, raw flesh of her pussy.
Laurie squirmed uncontrollably at the sudden, wet contact, automatically reaching down to run her hands through his hair, locking behind his head to pull his face hard into her crotch. She felt his tongue rotating maddeningly inside her and she moaned and cooed aloud to him.
"Oooohhhh… it's beautiful, Darling… beautiful. Harder, my precious. Do it harder for me!"
"No," he said abruptly, raising his head. "All of that's later. I only wanted you to know what it means to me… how much I love it… and you, tonight anyway."
"Ooohhh… yes, Darling," she gasped. "I understand. Tonight's our night, isn't it? Yes… yes… let's not do anything to spoil it. That was beautiful, Lover. But now… come up here and fuck me. Hurry!"
He whimpered, himself, and moved up over her on the car seat, loosening his pants and freeing his rock-hard prick. He crawled above her face and kissed her. She tasted, her own self on his lips and tongue, causing further sensations of delight to spiral through her.
"Christ," he said. "You're so young… so Goddamned young. Just a child… beautiful and delicious."
"I'm your child tonight, Byron… young, excited, and wanting to learn about love," she answered truthfully.
"You have a husband," he hissed.
"Not really… just a boy who's all involved now. Part of this is for him… I think. Tonight, before it's all over, we'll know…"
"It's all insane," Byron said. "You know I have a wife and children back in Rio Lado. You understand that, don't you?"
"I understand even more than that… even more than you know, Byron, Darling," Laurie whispered to him. "You'll be the next Governor of this State… please believe me. I know what I'm saying. Before this night's over, it'll be settled… I'm certain of it. But right now, Darling… love me, will you?"
"Oh shit!" he blurted, crawling up over her.
God, she wanted it so bad… and then it came… the smooth round head probing, slipping up between the spread lips of her hungry vagina… up and down… up and down… separating entangled hair, insinuating, seating itself… until it slowly, delectably, moved into her… up and up and up… almost never ending… filling her to enchanting capacity.
Momentarily, he rocked above her, allowing her to acclimate to his presence inside her palpitating cunt; he used short, baby strokes at first, and then her body reacted of its own volition. Slowly, as he increased his pace and the length of his stroke, Laurie sensed her whole being responding willingly and she squirmed and writhed beneath him.
"Darling," she rasped once more. "Oh Darling!" She lost herself in the increasing long, raking, pistoning movements of his plunging cock… ever, ever digging into her as if he were trying to bury the lower half of himself inside her. Dear mercy, her vagina seemed all-consuming, incredibly canaverous and naked, the pressure already rising to the boiling point, a pinnacle she couldn't wait to achieve.
"Fuck!" he blurted. "It's too much… too much! My balls'll burst!"
"My sweet… my lover… my darling," she whimpered in agony, and then she convulsed beneath him, clinging to him as if she were in the middle of the ocean going down for the third time, crashing her crotch up against his driving rod of iron flesh… the flood sweeping over her, up from her loins and thighs toward her breasts in a mad, mad release, the excruciating, agony of bliss blowing the breath from her like a gigantic fist striking her in the belly. She screamed.
Once, twice, three times, she gave forth her cries of animal ecstasy, jerking convulsively under him for a long time while his gasps grew hoarser and hoarser, his strokes slower and more forceful, until he breathed one, long low exclamation and, his prick penetrated her womb and she clasped her arms around him passionately, holding him while he shot a stream of hot, white sperm into her eagerly, anticipating and receptive loins.
They lay for a long while, then, smoked a cigarette before straightening up and going inside.
Somewhere along the way, unbeknownst to him where or when… only that it was positively so… Phillip had become obsessed with the ideas that he was playing the puppet. Even as she sucked ravenously at his lust-hardened shaft the thought besieged him, a puppet, like her husband… "Mark agrees with what I tell him to agree with…" that even his genitals were no longer his own, but completely possessed by her… this lovely blonde creature who had bewitched him as long as he could remember. He lay on his back watching her haunched between his spread legs, her long silken hair teasing at his belly and thighs, her pink-tipped hard-nippled breasts swaying and dancing as her head bobbed up and down over him. An uncontrollable chill stiffened his body as he thought of what she was doing, and he watched the elasticity of her lips around the wet, sensitive flesh, feeling the warm moistness of her mouth and tongue… her tongue that was laving the underside of the sensitive head of his prick imprisoned beyond her ovaled, sucking lips.
He couldn't contain the occasional groans emitting from deep in his chest, yet even in his ecstasy he suddenly realized that whatever sorcery she had once held him with, the spell was broken, her charisma gone. It struck him as an abrupt awakening, seemingly telegraphing a jolting shock through his whole nervous system. He gaped down at her lust-contorted face with the protruding lips descending nearly the entire length of the wet, glistening staff of his cock, her hands dropping to cup and massage the soft, velvety skin of his hair-covered balls affectionately, while the other pinched gently with thumb and forefinger at the base of the pulsating organ. Then, she began to suck steadily, rhythmically, up and down and with a little twisting motion of her swirling tongue on the upstroke, flicking its tip maddeningly in and around its tiny orifice and causing him to tense his loins and raise his head, her grotesque sucking mouth instigating a feeling of mild revulsion to blend with the sensations of lust she had aroused in him.
He'd been a fool… a blind fool! He'd betrayed the love of his beautiful sweet Laurie for this evil, power-hungry bitch! Oh God… he hoped it wasn't too late… He tried to think, but she'd begun to suck harder, nipping now and then with her small white teeth, and he couldn't contain the grunts of carnal delight rolling from his lips. Suddenly, she slipped her hands beneath his buttocks, cupping his ass-cheeks in her small palms, raising his loins up tighter to her face, her tongue lashing at his prick furiously. A sadistic desire to hurt her, destroy her, suddenly overwhelmed him. He rammed his pelvis up at her face and watched his cock disappear into her throat as she plunged her mouth down onto it acceptingly with a tormenting hum that vibrated to the very depths of his bowels.
His brain whirled in erotic confusion. Vaguely, he'd hoped that she might choke, but she didn't, only the continuing blissful sucking and the rising and falling of her head, the pink ridges of flesh pulling from her mouth as her lips clung possessively to his prick, her tits jouncing, swinging as she labored over him, tiny beads of moisture forming on the sides of her soft, voluptuous body, the hot breaths from her nostrils taunting the hairs of his pelvis as she lowered her head, absorbing his throbbing cock into her throat cannabalistically… bobbing up and down, up and down… sucking insanely, as if to draw the very marrow from his bones… until tiny cyclones of seething pressure began to build in his balls, and he stiffened and thrust his cock up at her driving it even further into her moist, sucking mouth.
"Oh Christ, you bitch!" he blurted viciously. "Suck it, damn you! Harder! Harder!" And he clenched his teeth and drew his lips back savagely… because… because here it comes! He was going to come right in her whore mouth! He groaned gutturally, his throat and mouth torturously dry as his pumping balls began to force the hot, thick sperm in wild jerking spurts up through the shaft to spew spasmodically from its tip in long white streams, causing her cheeks to bloat and hollow as she swallowed rapidly the thick deluging gushes to keep from choking. He wound his hands in her hair with brutal force as she continued to suck frantically and he shot his hot semen deep into her hollowing throat, clutching at her head, finally locking his fingers behind it and ramming his squirting prick even further and further into her receptive gullet… until at last, he was empty, letting free and falling back while she coughed and gasped to catch her breath… still, she continued to suck, but gently now as his member fell limp, deflating in her mouth while she drew and licked the last drop from it.
"That's it," he said, his voice hoarse, raspy from the dryness of his throat. "I-It's all over, Dianne… that was the finale… the finish… the bloody, fucking end."
Slowly, she raised to her knees, brushing her long hair back, her tiny pink tongue flicking out to ensnare a thin string of his sperm that had dribbled from the corner of her mouth. She stared at him blankly. "Wh-What's that supposed to mean?"
He jerked his legs from around her and swung about to sit up on the side of the bed. He didn't look at her. He said: "Exactly what you're afraid it means… I'm through… leaving… checking out, while I've still got a piece of my soul left… before you get all the strings attached to my hands and feet the way you almost did to my prick. I've had it, Dianne… woke up, so's to speak. Puppet number two is leaving you."
He might have struck her a blow with his fist, the effects would have been the same. Momentarily, Dianne just knelt there, rotating back on her haunches, her mouth dropping open loosely, her eyes gaping in disbelief. "Y-You're insane," she half whispered. "You don't know what you're saying…"
"That's where you're mistaken," he replied confidently. "For the first Goddamned time, I do know what I'm saying. I'm like the drug-user who's finally and triumphantly kicked the habit. I'm cured, Baby, cured of you."
Phillip arose, walking toward his clothes and Dianne came off the bed like a wild, wounded cat. She caught at his arm, her long nails raking his flesh as she tried to spin him around to face her.
"Goddamn you!" she spat. "Just who do you think you are, anyway? Whatever gave you the idea you could walk out on me? You… you little two-bit ballot-box stuffer! Nobody… but nobody talks to me that way, and especially you." Her face contorted, twisted evilly into a maniacal leer the likes of which he could never have imagined possible. "So… you've finally woken up… going back to that sweet little bitch you're married to, eh…? Well now, let me enlighten you somewhat there, too…"
Her almost insane rage had taken Phillip aback. He hadn't expected her to be overjoyed, but this performance… He watched her storm to a dresser drawer, pull out an envelope and nakedly stomp back toward him, a wicked sneer masking her face. She thrust the envelope at him: "Brace yourself, Darling," she hissed. "I'm afraid you're in for a shock."
Phillip couldn't believe it! Quickly, he shuffled through the horrible pictures, dwelling only seconds on each, unable to cope with the vile abominations each print reflected up at him. Dear Jesus! It couldn't be true! It couldn't! Not his sweet, shy Laurie…! Yet, there she was, naked between two men, her face an expression of raw lust, their pricks fucking into her mouth and cunt…!
"I-I can't believe it," he gasped, looking up at her blankly. "Wh-Where… how…? My God."
"Pretty aren't they, Darling? Never knew that you had such a talented wife, now, did you?"
"I-I just don't understand…" Phillip babbled. He walked to a chair and sat down in it heavily, hardly aware of his nakedness any longer.
Dianne moved to the chair-arm and sat down beside him. She slipped an arm around his neck and drew his head against her firm naked breast.
"Don't you see, Darling?" she half-whispered. "It's you and me all of the way. We belong to each other and always have. Together, we can go on to great things… no limit, my sweet. I can make you Governor one day, maybe even President."
Phillip sat in stunned silence, barely hearing her words. His world had surely and utterly collapsed. His own sweet, beautiful Laurie… Dear God… he loved her… loved her!
"I'm pregnant, Phillip… with your child," Dianne said softly. "We must plan for that now."
Those words filtered through to him… registered. He withdrew his face from her grasp and looked up at her. Slowly, it dawned upon him how well she had set her traps, how much she intended holding him. Then, he smiled… until finally, he laughed at her.
"So, you're pregnant… and with my child, eh?" he spoke softly.
She, too, smiled. "Yes, Darling. Isn't it wonderful…?"
"It would be… if it were possible, Dianne," he said evenly, still smiling, but the expression slowly fading. "You see, I can't father any children… the unfortunate result of the operation on my lung. Remember, dear? Months of antibiotics and other medication had its reaction. I'm as sterile as a hospital laboratory. No… it seems as if you'll have to tag someone else for the job… maybe even your husband, eh?"
Dianne stared at him for a long moment, an obvious feeling of disaster slowly taking hold of her. "Y-You're lying."
Phillip stood. "Well, that should be easy to establish… if necessary," he said, smiling.
She hadn't moved, only continued to gaze blankly at him. "Dear God… dear God! It can't be Mark's. It just can't be!"
"Well… you'd know best about that," Phillip shrugged. "I hope for your sake you've kept some kind of record…"
"My God! It can't be Mark's! Don't you understand?" she wailed, her hands suddenly clutching at her face, "Oh no, no, no, no…"
"Oh, I shouldn't think it would be quite that bad," he said as he pulled on his shorts. "Wives have children by their husbands every day…"
"Shut up!" she screamed, leaping to her feet, tears streaming down her cheeks. "My God… I don't want to have an imbecile! You understand? I'd kill myself first!"
"What the hell are you talking about… an imbecile? Are you out of your…?"
"Listen to me! Mark's… grandfather and grandmother… were brother and sister!" she managed, once more covering her face and dropping into the chair where he had sat. "Now… now, do you understand?"
Phillip didn't answer. He merely stared at her. There was nothing to say, absolutely nothing that he could do… only get out of there, find Laurie… and crawl on his knees to her. Maybe… Oh God, just maybe, she would forgive him for what he was, and for what he had driven her to.