Later that week, Ruth Connors gazed silently across the dinner table at Harry Perkins, the most beloved mayor in Pleasureville's history. He had retired from office in 1965, but the memory of his successful years in office still lived after him, and his opinion was still regarded highly. That was why he was at the Connors' house for dinner; they wanted his support in John's bid for mayor. It would mean that John would have the election in the bag.
Tonight was the night they were going to try to win his favor. The whole thing had been planned very carefully. She and John and Harry Perkins would dine at their house. The dinner would be excellent, but light enough not to make the guest tired, and just before dessert, John would be called away unexpectedly, and she and Harry Perkins would be left alone. It was her job from then on to see that Harry would promise his support to John. She didn't think it would be very hard, and she was looking forward to it, like she had looked forward to winning the support of Andrew Blaine.
"The meal was lovely, Ruth. It's just a shame your husband couldn't be here to finish it was us," Harry Perkins said, smiling warmly. "Now, why don't you let me help you clear the table before coffee?"
"Sounds fine."
They both cleared the table, and Harry Perkins waited in the kitchen, while Ruth made the coffee. He insisted that he carry the tray into the other room for her.
Sensitively conscious of his eyes on her sensuously curved body, Ruth walked from the kitchen into the comfortable living room, took a seat on the couch, and waited for him to come in so she could start the seduction. She sighed, glancing down at the voluptuous swells of her hugely billowing titties, her deep cleavage revealed by the low-necked blouse she'd worn for the dinner with the ex-mayor. Then she glanced up as he came in, bearing a tray with a coffee pot, two cups, and a bottle of brandy.
"I thought this might flavor the coffee," he said.
"Oh good," Ruth answered. "I'm sorry I forgot. John usually takes care of the after dinner liquers." She looked up at him innocently, letting him think that it really was his idea for the brandy, even though she had placed the bottle on the counter purposely.
Harry Perkins placed the tray on the coffee table before the couch, poured the two cups of coffee and splashed a generous portion of brandy into each. Then he sat down beside Ruth on the couch and they both sipped their coffees in silence. But the mayor-to-be's wife could feel the ex-mayor's eyes on her body and hear his slightly nervous breathing, and she knew well enough what was going to happen next.
"Does your husband know how lucky he is?" he finally said. "I mean having a little wife as pretty and sweet as you are, waiting at home for him?" He paused as Ruth turned to smile sweetly at him, then after a moment continued, "I envy him. I didn't realize how much my wife meant to me until she died last year. It's been very lonely."
Ruth didn't answer. She took another sip of the spiked coffee, feeling the effects of the brandy rush through her system.
"I'm not quite certain what you meant tonight at the dinner table, when you said you wanted to try and convince me to support your husband," Harry Perkins added after a moment.
Ruth placed her cup down on the table, turning slowly to face the handsome ex-mayor, hesitating but an instant before she spoke. "I think I probably meant exactly what you thought!"
Harry Perkins raised his eyebrows. Ruth could see the excitement in his eyes as he took another sip of his coffee as he considered the implications of what she had just said, then placed his cup beside hers on the table. She caught her breath expectantly as he leaned slowly toward her.
Ruth stopped him as his lips were just inches away from hers. "No. Let's go into the bedroom. John doesn't mind, but he does like me to be discreet."
Still hardly able to believe what she'd said, Harry Perkins downed the rest of his coffee and rose to follow the sensuous young wife into the bedroom. She caught a glimpse of her reflection in the full length mirror on the closet door as she turned to face him, and she knew that she looked hot enough to fuck, and that was going to make the older man wild to do just that. She didn't particularly want to be fucked by Harry Perkins. He was a nice old man, but she wasn't attracted to him in a physical sense. But her husband needed his support, and her cunt needed a man's cock, and she was going to see that they both got what they wanted.
"I feel… I feel like I should say something," Harry Perkins began.
Ruth shook her head. "No. Don't say anything." Then with a slow, sensuous movement she reached up and began to slowly unbutton her blouse.
Ruth watched the ex-mayor's eyes bulge with excitement as she hunched her shoulders forward to slip the blouse off, then toss it carelessly over onto the back of the chair at the dresser. She hesitated a moment, her eyes downcast to the inviting swells of her huge, whitely billowing tits, pushed up high and close together by the tight, well-fitting bra she wore.
"Aren't you going to get undressed, too?" Ruth asked after a moment, in a sultry voice.
"Yeah, sure," Harry Perkins said hesitantly, slowly starting to undo his tie.
The wantonly excited wife watched him through narrowed eyes as she reached up behind her back to undo the hooks of her bra. She knew that by taking the initiative herself she had put Harry Perkins in the position he preferred to be in. In a sense, it was she who was the aggressor now and was, therefore, taking the blame from his shoulders, though there was no blame if all the partners agreed. She had really enjoyed her husband's bid for the mayor's chair. It gave her a real kick, having screwed all or most of the most influential men in town, not to mention how it had increased her husband's chances for being elected.
Yes, she thought, as she watched Harry Perkins struggle with his shirt buttons, she loved politics.
With a gentle shrug of her shoulders, Ruth let the bra straps slip down her arms, and the cups fell away to suddenly reveal the softly trembling mounds of her huge titties, standing up full and proud without the need of artificial support. The contact with the air caused her pink nipples to swell instantly to a tingling, sensuous rigidity.
"God! God, Ruth, your tits are beautiful!"
Ruth watched Harry Perkins finish unbuttoning his shirt, then shifted her gaze to her own reflection in the mirror. Her face was slightly flushed from a combination of the effects of the brandy and her own rapidly building excitement, and her heavy, hoarse breathing was signaled by the vivid rise and fall of her nakedly exposed tits.
Then, Ruth dropped her hand down to loosen the zipper at the side of her skirt and, with a slight wriggling motion, slipped it easily down off the smoothly curving cheeks of her ass and stepped quickly out of it to leave herself clad in nothing but her thin silk panties. Ruth gazed at herself in the mirror for a moment longer, then she turned slowly back to face the ex-mayor, who was now clad in only his trousers, shoes, and socks.
"I want to take your panties off myself," the older man said in a trembling voice.
Ruth moistened her lips, her eyes glossed over as she waited, watching the older man with an expression of lewdly wanton invitation. He was handsome enough, and the absence of his shirt revealed a torso more muscular that Ruth had expected for his age. She realized she was rapidly losing her sense of detachment; her whole body was on fire with the need to be fucked in her cunt by Harry Perkins' heavily pulsing cock. She was going to get the ex-mayor's support for her husband regardless of what she had to do to get it. Then her skimpily clad body trembled as Harry Perkins extended one of his hands cautiously toward her, his finger coming into sudden titillating contact with the rigid little bud of one of her naked nipples, causing a shiver of lewd delight to dart obscenely down her spine. She cast her gaze downward, watching with rising anticipation as the big man gently caressed the hard-swollen nipple-buds, then cupped his hand full over her sensuously throbbing tit, his fingers kneading softly against the vibrant softness. Then he urged her to turn as he guided her gently toward the bed.
Ruth's whole body trembled with rapidly building lust. She reclined slightly onto her back on top of the bedspread. Harry Perkins stood at the foot of the bed, gazing down with unmasked desire at the softly inviting curves of her almost completely naked body. The thin panties she wore were almost transparent, affording him a shadowy view of her softly curling pussy hairs through the silken material.
He bent down, extending his hands downward to caress one of her smooth thighs below her panty line.
A shiver darted hotly up Ruth's body as he moved his hand slowly up the sensitive inner softness of her upper leg, with nothing protecting her full voluptuous body but the flimsy silken panties. Ruth's naked vulnerability served only to heighten the lust raging through her hotly quivering cunt and tits as she lay in prone surrender before the ex-mayor's gaze, and she waited impatiently as he hesitated, relishing the sight of her near naked body. Then he stepped a few inches closer to the bed, until his knees were pressed against the foot of it, wetting his lips as he bent lower over her wantonly trembling form.
A soft spontaneous moan rose in Ruth's throat as the older man's hand came back to rest on the sensitive white softness of her thighs. He stroked teasingly up the inside of one of her thighs along the tautly straining tendon, his finger slipping inside the tight panty leg band to brush teasingly through the thin curls of softly curling pussy hair and find sudden, lewdly arousing contact with the forbidden little slit of her hotly pulsing cunt. She arched her hips slightly, stretching her lustfully excited body and raising her arms above her head to arch and part her tits in an even riper invitation as she felt the ex-mayor's finger inside her panties work slowly up and down her already obscenely wettened pussylips. Now her breath was coming in heavy, strained gasps, and the maddening titillation of his fingers playing lewdly upon her pantycovered pussy was almost more than the desire-wracked wife could bear.
"Please," she gasped. "Take my panties off… take my panties off and finish getting undressed and get in bed with me!"
Harry Perkins grinned, working the crotch band of her panties completely aside to expose the entire length of Ruth's redly furred pussy to his hungrily leering gaze. Then she closed her eyes, rolling her head gently from side to side as he began to stroke gently back and forth on the already hotly pulsing little bud of her clit. During the last few moments, he had taken the initiative from her, and his refusal to remove her panties and finish getting himself undressed signaled his own building confidence. But now Ruth no longer cared who held the initiative. She just had to get fucked, and she had to get fucked now!
For a few minutes more, Harry Perkins persisted in his obscene torment, the workings of his finger upon the hard little nub of her wetly slickened clit and the hotly throbbing slit of her pussy almost driving Ruth out of her mind.
Then a low sigh escaped her as he withdrew his hand from inside the tight leg band of her panties and began to draw them slowly down off the rounded moons of her wantonly wriggling asscheeks and the soft red hair nestled so invitingly between her parted thighs. She groaned, arching her ass high up off the mattress to assist him, her eyes still tightly closed, her lovely face now a contorted mask of unbridled animal lust.
At last Harry Perkins worked the panties off her ankles and pitched them aside, and Ruth waited anxiously, her thighs spread wide to completely reveal the intriguing nakedness of her soft, curl-rimmed pussy as he quickly got out of his shoes and trousers.
A moan of anticipation rose in Ruth's throat as she opened her eyes again to find herself confronted with Harry Perkins' heavily throbbing cock. It was only slightly larger than her husband's, but that didn't matter, nothing mattered but to have the thickly pulsing cock fucking up inside her, finally satiating her unquenchable cunt! As Harry Perkins hesitated, she extended her arms pleadingly upward to him in shameless, desperate invitation for him to fuck her now. Then she closed her eyes again, feeling the bed sag with his weight as the incredulous ex-mayor climbed up onto it, his knees planted between her lewdly widespread thighs, his body reclining slowly forward above hers.
Ruth tensed as she felt his tongue flick teasingly from his mouth to swipe softly over one of the hard, swollen nipples of her ecstatically trembling tits, causing the tingling little buds to rise to even greater rigidity from the lewdly tantalizing caress. She whimpered distantly, arching her hips up in obscene invitation for his cock, and letting a low, strained groan escape spontaneously from her throat as he dropped down between her widespread thighs and inserted the heavily throbbing head of his cock right up between the soft, hair-tipped lips of her cunt.
"Oh, yes," she moaned, shivering in anticipation as he held himself poised above her, his tongue still swiping tenderly at the sensitive, tingling bud of her nipples. "Oh yes… please… fuck me. Come on and fuck me!"
Propping himself on one elbow above Ruth's desperately writhing body, Harry Perkins reached down with his other hand to seize his thickly throbbing cock, bending it downward and working it slowly up along the length of her wet, slippery pussylips until it prodded suddenly right up against the rigidly heated little bud of her clit.
"Oh!" Ruth cried, jerking her hips in frenzy and uncontrolled delight from the lewdly chilling contact.
"Oh! Ooohhh!"
The ex-mayor continued to work the head of his thickly pulsing cock slowly up and down Ruth's softly yielding cuntlips, feeling them gradually begin to part and moisten with each deliberate teasing stroke of his huge cock along her throbbing pussy slit.
He closed his lips wetly down over one of the upthrust little tips of her nipples, sucking and biting gently, causing her whole body to jerk nakedly from the sheer raw sensation. Then, he straightened his neck, dropping his chest heavily down on her whitely trembling titties and covering her mouth hotly with his own, his tongue snaking eagerly into the clutching heat and wetness of her lips as he continued to tease her with the stroking of his cock along her sensitively quivering cunthole and her pulsating clit. Then she arched her hips up higher in a sudden jerking motion and spread her quaking thighs even wider apart as he shoved his own asscheeks slowly forward.
Ruth gave out with a sharp little cry, her whole naked body shuddering from pleasure as the soft, tender lips of her pussy gave way to let just the throbbing tip of Harry Perkins' juice-slickened cock slip up inside. The sheer sensation of it was almost more than she could stand.
Now Harry Perkins' cock seemed absolutely enormous, and he still hadn't penetrated nearly all the way into her lewdly clenching cunthole, but at this moment even the threat of pain didn't diminish her desperate need. She had to have his cock fucking all the way in her, fucking all the way up inside her pussy. She had to be fucked, had to have her raging lust quenched, now!
"Yes," Ruth moaned, again lolling her head from side to side to whip her flowing red hair softly back and forth over the tender smoothness of her naked shoulders. "Yes, Harry. Come on – fuck it all the way inside me!"
The ex-mayor held himself poised for a moment longer, raising his head to gaze down in obscene triumph at Ruth's pleading face. She trembled beneath him, hardly able to bear her lewd anticipation as she felt just the rubbery tip of his heavily pulsing cock stroking the wetly sucking lips of her hungry pussy. Then, suddenly, she shoved her hips eagerly upward, a low groan rising in her throat as Harry Perkins' huge cock soared deeper up into her redly-furred pussyhole.
Almost at the same time he thrust forward, pushing relentlessly against the slight resistance until the hot, juicy walls of Ruth's clinging cunt gave way and his heavily throbbing cock surged and burrowed slowly deeper and deeper into her quivering body. She sagged down onto the mattress and he dropped his full weight heavily on top of her trembling nakedness. With a final lunge of his hips he fucked his thickly pulsing prick to the hilt in the lust-crazed redhead's pussy, skewering her completely until she felt his cumladen balls slap softly down into the crack of her asscheeks and against the nakedly puckered hole of her ass.
For a moment Ruth could not even move. She had not felt so filled, so obscenely violated in a long time, and her impaled body twitched in a lewd mingling of lustful ecstasy and pain from the shocking raw sensation of having Harry Perkins' massively throbbing cock finally fucking all the way up inside her wet cunt. Then, her whole body jerked, and she lunged her hips upward violently, her hands coming down to wrap around his body to hold him to her as she began to writhe and undulate wildly beneath him on the bed.
Little insane ripples of pleasure tingled over every inch of the redhead's naked flesh as the ex-mayor began to fuck in and out of her pussy in smooth, powerful thrusts, gradually increasing the strength and force of his strokes, penetrating deeper and deeper up into her obscenely impaled cunt. Her body jerked in a spontaneous shudder from each lewd stabbing fuck, low hisses welling in her throat from the devastating erotic sensations.
Her body was beginning to respond of its own accord now, her soft, whitely trembling asscheeks jerking in wildly undulant motions in response to the older man's rhythmic thrusts as again he craned his neck, snuggling his face into her huge tits to flick his tongue wetly over the hard, pointed little buds of her agitated nipples.
"Oh yes," she moaned. "Oh yes, yes! Harder! Fuck me harder… Ooooohhh!"
Ruth moved her hands forcibly up and down the ex-mayor's muscular back, seizing his nakedly clenching asscheeks to guide his hard, racking thrusts. Her inhibitions were really beginning to break down now. She was moaning and crying, pleading for more and more, writhing in total wanton delirium. Her teeth were gritted, her lips bared over them, and her eyes were open and bright with her fiery voracious lust. She was obsessed, tossing and churning more savagely each instant as her heatedly responding body really began to come to life and the maddening electric excitement that had origins deep in her cock-filled pussy flowered relentlessly out over every inch of her fire-heated flesh.
"Oh, fuck me, fuck me," she gasped, the sound of her own voice uttering the vilest word in the English language only heightening her perverse enjoyment of the wanton ravishment Pleasureville's beloved ex-mayor was inflicting on her willing body.
Ruth continued to plead and moan in his ear, mixing unintelligible whimpers with every vile and filthy word she could think of. She arched her asscheeks higher and higher off the bed, bucking and tossing her demonically possessed body wildly. She was already getting close to the shattering point!
The little shudders darting through her salaciously writhing body came more and more frequently, and reality was fast fading in the relentless onslaught of primitive lustful passion. She was already nearing a mind-blowing cum, signaled by the tempestuous shuddering sensation that consumed her, yet the climax still eluded her, and she knew Harry Perkins was beginning to lose control. He was breathing louder by the second, his shattering thrusts into the hotly clasping softness of her cunt increasing rhythmically in intensity. His hands searched hungrily over the firm, voluptuous nakedness of her hotly trembling young body, his cock throbbing and twitching hotly up inside her hungrily gripping cunt, and she knew he couldn't hold out too much longer!
"Oh please, please," Ruth moaned in desperation. "Please… don't stop now!"
She showered wet kisses on Perkins' face, tightening the tender muscles of her cunt in a glovelike clasp around his deeply fucking cock, alternating the wild gyrations of her clenching asscheeks and causing the lewdly screwing cock to skewer her at new and different angles, even more excitingly probing the sensitive inner recesses of her fiery cunt. She was so close… she was so close she could almost feel it beginning, and she thought she would lose her mind if she didn't attain the satisfaction her depraved pussy so desperately desired.
As the ex-mayor further intensified the power of his shattering thrusts, Ruth scissored her legs open and closed them about his pounding hips, moaning in wanton abandon while she felt the waves of steadily welling passion begin to build far up inside the depths of her cunt. She jackknifed her legs high above his back, then drummed her heels rapidly on his squirming asscheeks.
Then suddenly Harry Perkins' body stiffened above Ruth, his cock seeming to grow even larger as he flexed it deep inside her tightly gripping cunt, and Ruth opened her eyes, staring up in horror at the unavoidable realization that she wouldn't cum in time! Harry Perkins was going to cum inside her now – right now! She could feel it, exuding like an electric current from his body, and she knew he'd passed the point of no return. He wouldn't be able to stop himself from cumming even if he tried. And she still wasn't quite ready!
"No, Harry! No, please!" she gasped. "Don't cum yet. Just a little longer… oooohhh!"
But from the look on the ex-mayor's face, Ruth knew that her pleadings were in vain. He stared down at her sheepishly, his forehead shining with a thin coating of perspiration as he struggled futilely to regain his control.
"Try," he gasped at her at last. "Try to cum with me! Ruth, try to cum with me!"
As he resumed his lunging staccato thrusts, Ruth sobbed and moaned in frustration, straining and writhing her naked, pleading body, hunching her loins upward in a desperate frenzy. But she knew it was hopeless. If nothing else, her own panic had stemmed the tide of passion in her own loins. She'd had a momentary break, a momentary snap back to reality, and that had been enough to stop her.
A moment later the lust-crazed redhead felt the first warm droplets of cum start to spurt deep into her reluctantly receptive loins, the mighty series of shattering strokes serving only to further intensify her longing and increase her bitter frustration. And though she'd already given up, she continued to pitch and toss frenziedly beneath the ex-mayor even as the height of his cum passed and he pumped the last few droplets up into her spasmodically gyrating pussy, and started to sag down on top of her, his sated cock gradually deflating within her still clinging pussy walls.
Then at last, with a sigh of disappointment, Ruth let her own body go limp on the mattress, little spasms of frustration continuing to dart at intervals through her cock-hungry cunt.
"I'm sorry, Ruth," the ex-mayor gasped, nuzzling his cheek against hers. "I'm sorry. You just excited me too much. I couldn't hold it back!"
"Oh darling, don't worry. I understand," she said, trying to sound sincere. She even was, in a way, because she knew that her John would be coming home as soon as Harry Perkins left, and she would get her cunt fucked good and hard then. Right now, however, she had to make sure that Harry Perkins felt guilty enough or pleased enough to be swayed in her husband's direction. She didn't have to wait long for the answer to that question as it turned out, for half an hour later, as Harry Perkins was leaving, he turned to her.
"I think that any man who can keep a woman like you happy must be one hell of a guy, and my vote goes to him. And so does my public, and private, support." He winked knowingly and left.
She couldn't wait for John to come home so that she could give him the good news, and so he could give her something too!