The five people in the Connors' living room were quiet now. They hadn't been moments before when they had heard the good news: John Connors was the new mayor of Pleasureville.
Now, John, Ruth, Harry Perkins, and Andrew Blaine sat together on a large comfortable sofa. Across from them, sitting on the floor, was Dan Michaels. These were all the men who had been so important to the campaign. Mellow smiles of satisfaction creased all of their faces as they opened yet another bottle of champagne and drank it down.
John's hands moved against his smiling wife's softly rising tits within the material of her velvet robe, and she began to croon soft words of endearment to him.
"You won, darling! You won!"
Harry Perkins' fingers were already climbing beneath the young wife's robe, rising toward the willing hole of her pussy.
In spite of the fact that they were not alone, John couldn't help feeling the general air of sensuality in the room, and his cock grew harder by the second. His wife's voluptuously rounded tits were soft and naked in his fingers and he longed to touch her cream-white body all over. Yet they couldn't leave the others just yet. His other hand reached up beneath her tied robe, tentatively at first, and then boldly.
"I couldn't have done it without all of you," he said.
Harry Perkins, while letting his thick middle finger crease the thin furrow of Ruth Connors' hotly pulsing young cunt, murmured to the room in general, "I think both of us will go down as the greatest mayors in Pleasureville history."
"Oooooooooh!" Ruth couldn't help crooning with delight as she felt surges of pleasure rising from her softly tingling pussy. Suddenly Ruth smiled.
"I think this victory calls for a little celebration, don't you?" She looked at each man with a lewd twinkle in her eye and they returned her look with excitement.
Harry Perkins removed his hand from her cunt, and John Connors removed his from her huge tit, and Ruth stood up. She untied the robe's belt slowly, the four men holding their breaths as they watched her, because they knew she wore nothing underneath.
Ruth undid the belt and let it drop to the sides of the robe and she slowly drew the soft velvet material down over her shoulders. Suddenly, she let it drop in a puddle at her feet, and she stood there, the naked voluptuousness of her body gleaming in the lamplight.
John, sitting on the couch next to where she was standing, reached out casually to fondle the warm softness of her tit, his fingers massaging and kneading as thumb and forefinger rolled the coral nipple back and forth until it was erectly peaked. Her asscheeks quivered convulsively from the thought of how the victory would be celebrated in a few minutes. Her eyes skipped over the four men's faces, and she saw the same thoughts in their expressions. She sat back down on the couch next to her husband and Harry Perkins.
"You filthy man," she said to her husband, smiling as his hand lewdly massaged her hugely billowing tit.
John guffawed. "Only trying to keep up with my little wife!"
John looked over at Harry Perkins, who was sitting beside Ruth. He was running his hand appreciatively over her huge, whitely billowing tits, feeling their amazingly soft silkiness. As he teased a coral-tipped nip to erectness under his thumb and forefinger, he said, "Christ! You guys ever seen such tits?"
Shivering inwardly, Ruth felt the obscene caresses all the way to her cunt as Harry's hands raised both nipples to a budded hardness. Harry bent to suck up the entire areola; his tongue and the roof of his mouth nursed at her nakedly quivering tit. The suction became increasingly painful until, suddenly, again that unexplainable heat flowed out, permeating her titties and racing through her belly to ignite that terrible and beautiful flame in her wetly throbbing pussy. She moaned with the horrible pleasure of it, and then without volition, her hand slipped up to his neck to pull his graying head in close to her.
Her nakedly flaring hips began almost imperceptibly to undulate, and the tensed muscles of her thighs relaxed, allowing them to fall open an inch or two. John saw his opening and his hand went swiftly out to travel the length of her smoothly firm inner thigh, caressing, kneading, and teasing before finally arriving at the sparse red triangle of silken hair. His outstretched finger trailed lightly into the wetly closed pink slit, and with a deep groan, the young wife found her thighs automatically splaying open to his eagerly plundering hand. Without hesitation his finger dipped into the tight little pussyhole where a hot viscous wetness coated it as he slid his fingertips through her openly defenseless slit to the pulsing bud of her clit.
Dan came bustling across the room carrying five glasses and a bottle of champagne. John looked up at him and asked irritably, "What the hell took you so long?"
"Had a little trouble with the bottle." Dan held up a chilled bottle of champagne, carefully poured, and then handed a glass to Ruth first.
When they all had their drinks in hand, Andrew Blaine raised his glass. "A toast… to our new mayor! May he fuck his way to the top forever!"
John laughed and drank. Dan, Harry Perkins, Andrew Blaine and Ruth clinked glasses and grinned.
"Enough of this toasting! Drink down that champagne and let's get on with the celebration," John said, draining his glass.
Andrew Blaine laughed. "Yeah! On with the celebration!"
Ruth took one last sip of her champagne, and setting the empty glass on the table, rose from the couch and lay down on the floor with her legs spread in lewd invitation. The four men threw off their clothes and gathered around her.
Harry Perkins stepped into place between her thighs, pushing her legs further apart. She stared hypnotically into the lust-filled eyes of the ex-mayor.
"Hell, John," Harry Perkins chuckled to John, "if it weren't your celebration I sure would like to be the first to fuck your little wife right now. Look at her tight little pussy squirm!"
"Go on, man!" John urged the ex-mayor. "Get her ready for me. Lick her cunt!"
Harry Perkins gazed down at her smoothly curving thighs that merged into the tender pink lips of her cunt, his eyes bulging with lewd desire. Moving his hands under the fully rounded cheeks of her nakedly trembling ass, he placed his thumbs on either side of the soft, hair-lined cleft between them and pressed out gently until he had pulled the puffy lips of her wetly swollen cunt wide apart. Bringing his face down, he could see the glistening warm wetness forming as if to welcome him.
The older man gazed greedily for a moment and then, with an animallike groan, dropped his head to bury the full length of his long, slippery tongue snakelike into the throbbing, hot walls of her nakedly exposed pussy.
Ruth jerked, an agonizingly tortured moan of intense pleasure escaping from deep in her chest, her nakedly voluptuous asscheeks grinding down into the soft shag carpet with the force of the desire the lewd assault on her pussy caused. She forced her head up, and her eyes widened to see him hunched on all fours like a beast of prey between her widespread thighs. The wet, pink lips of her nakedly exposed cunt was presented to his obscenely licking face like an offering.
Harry Perkins sucked her tiny, now pulsing clit into his warm, wet mouth, nibbling at it with the sharply pointed tips of his teeth until she cried out in pain. His head dived lower, mouth and tongue greedily working at her wetly flowering cunthole. With eyes opened wide in lewd delight, he watched the contortions of her face up through the softly trembling mounds of her tits.
Ruth groaned over and over to herself as her head rolled helplessly from side to side, while his heatedly spearing tongue fucked in and out of her hotly twitching pussylips. Random, crazy pictures of the last few months of the campaign flickered through her mind as she heard the obscene, wet, sucking noises Harry Perkins was making down between her open legs, and her body jerked wildly at the lascivious memories.
Harry Perkins' eyes remained locked on her face as he continued the wickedly tantalizing fucks of his long, slippery tongue into her openly spread pussyhole. Her firmly rounded tits were throbbing ecstatically as they jiggled from the lewd, erotic tonguing he was giving her. Clenching her eyes shut, she let the whirlpools of hotly stirring sensation build in her writhing body.
Suddenly, the lewdly ravaging lips lifted from her cunt and smiling Harry Perkins drawled, "It's going to be a real pleasure to fuck you again, Ruth Connors. This time I promise it will be the best fuck you have ever had!"
Ruth shivered ecstatically at the lewd words he was saying. It was all so wonderful – first her husband was elected mayor of the city, and now this wonderful celebration party! She didn't know if she would be able to live through the tremendous joy of four cocks fucking her and her husband's victory at the same time, but she would have to. What if he ever wanted to run for governor? Or even president? She would just have to keep herself in shape for those celebration parties, because you never knew who you might have to fuck on your way to the top of the great American political ladder!