"Listen, Murphy," the mayor said, irritation showing through the bags of fat that over the years had somehow looked like appendages on his fate. "Stop beating around the bush. There's only one thing I want to know. Is she a young one or not?"
"Sure, Mayor, sure," Murphy assured him. He was a man in his forties who tried to look younger, wearing loud clothes and turtleneck shirts, but only succeeded in looking like a perpetual tourist. He was married to one of the mayor's nieces, and was a chronic gambler who would have had his legs broken a long time ago because of the debts he had run up with the city's loan sharks except for his relation by marriage to the mayor. The city administration was as much in partnership with the mob that ran loan-sharking as it was with the construction companies that built and maintained the city streets – in fact, a lot of them were owned by the same people and when the mayor told the bait sharks to lay off Murphy, they did.
Meanwhile, to keep his niece's husband out of further trouble, the mayor gave him a job as a personal aide. The job consisted of lining up fresh pussy for the mayor's only hobby outside of politics, which was fucking young-looking girls, and Murphy had turned out to be pretty good at it, finally being successful at something.
"Okay, Murphy, I'll take your word for it," the mayor rumbled. "I guess it'll be all right, I always like new faces… and, heh, heh, other parts," he chuckled. When he laughed, he looked like a jack-o-lantern that had somehow started to melt. "I've got a meeting in a couple of hours so I'm going now to the apartment. Have her there."
"She's already waiting," Murphy assured him. The mayor hoisted himself up from his chair, and, before he left the desk, he unlocked a desk drawer and removed a brown, unmarked box.
"My equipment," the mayor said smugly without the slightest trace of self-consciousness, so insulated was he in his trappings of power that he automatically assumed that whatever he did was correct and called for, even if it was fucking young girls with a ten-inch dildo.
The limousine whisked the mayor to the secret apartment. The mayor told the driver, "Be back in an hour, and got out, waddling away from the long, black car, clutching the box under his arm."
Mayor Staley took the freight elevator to the fourth floor and walked down the hall. He stopped in front of the door to catch his breath. He was so used to having things done for him that walking even the shortest distance reduced him to a quivering, sweating mass of quaking fat.
The mayor sucked in his gut and wiped his brow with a handkerchief. When he had composed himself, he opened the door.
Mayor Staley felt rejuvenated. These sessions made him feel years younger and pounds lighter, almost imagining that he could still get his prick up, that the fearsome dildo was actually growing out of his crotch instead of strapped around his enormous waist. The mayor insisted on it just being him and the girl so that each experience was like an oasis in the middle of politics for him. Also, he didn't want any of his aides knowing what he actually did to these girls; it was just between him and the girls, and they were well paid for whatever damage he did to them. Mayor Staley had always said, "Money can buy anything," and that included, for example, the fee for plastic surgery that rebuilt a girl's breasts after he had torn off her nipples with a pair of pinking shears during one particularly intense session.
"Yoo hoo, are you in there, you little cutie?" the mayor called. With the door safely locked behind him, the mayor's usual stodgy, heavy tongued personality changed into a parody of a smitten schoolboy ready to knock off his first piece of ass.
Hearing him from the next room, Jennifer called back, "Right in here, Dicky-wicky."
Murphy had told her in advance to be sure and never call the mayor by his tide, and to sound like a little kid talking to her favorite uncle.
Mayor Staley, as much as his age and obesity would allow him, bounded into the room and took in Jennifer with a wide-eyed stare.
Jennifer was curled back at the end of a sofa, resting against the armrest with her legs tucked under her and hugging a teddy bear with a pout on her face. Her pigtails hung down to the shoulders of her white dickey blouse. Her red corduroy pinafore ended at her upper thighs. She was wearing knee-high socks with a checkered pattern and black patent-leather Mary Janes, and had a wad of bubblegum in her mouth. Underneath the pinafore and her short jumper dress, Jennifer could feel the soft, absorbent fabric of her white cotton underpants hugging the contours of her hairless crotch.
"Would you like to have some fun, little girl?" the mayor said smirkingly as he approached Jennifer, licking his fleshy lips.
"Oooooh, I'd love it," she lied in a childish voice, opening her eyes like Little Orphan Annie's.
"What would you like to do?" he said, leaning over her and tickling her under the chin.
"Let's play doctor," she said innocently.
"Au right, little girl," he said, "but I get to be the doctor and you have to be the patient."
"Okay," Jennifer said, "but what does that mean?"
"It means I have to undress you so I can examine you," he said and moved toward her, his pudgy hands reaching out for her body.
Jennifer wanted to scream and run away, kicking the grotesque old man in the balls before she fled, although it was unlikely her foot would have been able to locate his balls, hidden as they were in all that fat. An his clammy hands touched her, she twisted around so that her legs were now out from under her. She put her feet upon the edge of the cushion with her knees up and her thighs apart, the now-white crotch of her cotton panties plainly visible under her red pinafore. The sight of her crotch caused the mayor to grunt like an on as his hand began rubbing up along the wool socks, from her knee to the inside of her thighs. Jennifer couldn't stop from quivering.
"What's the matter, little girl," the mayor slobbered. "Are you afraid of the doctor?"
"It… it's just that I don't know what you're going to do to me," Jennifer said abruptly, then quickly slipped back into character and finished by saying: "Now, please, don't hurt me, Dicky-wicky."
"Only if you're a bad little girl and don't do what the doctor wants," the mayor said solemnly as his hand slid completely up the inside of her thigh and rested against the cotton mesh coveting her pussy. Instantly one of his stubby fingers dipped under the elastic and rubbed over her hairless flesh until it slipped inside Jennifer's cunt.
"My, my," the mayor said, obviously pleased. "You are a young thing, aren't you. You don't have a single hair on your cookie. That makes your doctor very happy."
Now his sweaty hand was under the fabric of the panties, exploring her cunt. The pressure of his probing hand was so intense that Jennifer had no alternative but to spread her legs further apart as he placed his palm flush against her pussy.
Despite her aversion to him, there was no way Jennifer could physically ignore the sensation in her cunt. She felt her pussy muscles contracting and a wetness seeped from her cunt.
The mayor obviously was aware of the physical sensations taking place between Jennifer's legs. After a few moments of intense rubbing, he removed his hand from her pussy and brought it to his face, sniffing like a dog at the sticky scent his fingers and then running his tongue over Jennifer's musky discharge and moaning, "Mmmmmm," as he rolled his eyes around in their pouches of fat.
Jennifer forced herself to murmur, "Am I being a good girl, doctor?"
"Yes, yes, you are, sweetie," he said, still savoring the scent and moisture of her pussy. "But I'm afraid I'm going to have to do more. Maybe, heh, heh, operate."
"Ooooh," she said, wide-eyed. "You're not going to hurt me are you?"
"Of course not, child," he said. "Now I want you to take off your underpants so I can get a good took between your legs."
Trying to conceal her reluctance, Jennifer reached down and rolled the cotton panties down her hips and legs, kicking them off over the buckles of her Mary Janes onto the floor, exposing her hairless pussy to the mayor's gaze. The thrill of seeing her cunt overwhelmed him with excitement as he began drooling.
Jennifer closed her eyes and winced as the mayor dropped his bull-like head between her thighs and mashed his pulpy face against her cunt. The sensitive skin, unprotected by any hair, took the full brunt of his sweaty skin and slobbering mouth. His tongue began lashing sloppily into the gash of her cunt, darting past her cuntlips into the interior, sliding sideways and then up and down inside her pussy. He located Jennifer's clitoris and pushed his tongue against it, alternately probing and sucking, as Jennifer began rolling her pelvis around in his face.
Jennifer was able to stop herself as the mayor increased his sucking on her clit. Her ass was rolling uncontrollably around in his face, and when she felt his drooling mouth increase the suction on her clitoris and hold it for almost a minute, she went into a frenzied spasm, her body shaking and her legs stiffening.
Suddenly she felt an incredible tautness of her flesh. As she rammed her throbbing pussy against the mayor's face, she realized that the tautness was in her bladder, that she was going to have to pinto relieve the excruciating pressure.
She raised herself up and started to piss, letting go tentatively at first, and then totally losing control of her sphincter muscle. The mayor could feel the liquid oozing out and he opened his mouth wide to swallow the shimmering yellow stream that cascaded from Jennifer's cunt. She shivered at first in apprehension, fearful of how he would take it, but by the way he compulsively slurped in the onslaught of the torrent of piss and swallowed every drop, it was obvious that he loved it.
How much the mayor loved the sort of thing that had just happened was emphasized seconds after he had finished savoring the last drop of Jennifer's piss. Without warning he plunged one, then two fingers up her puckering asshole and began rotating them vigorously all the way up her rectal canal into her bowels. Christ, Jennifer thought, a cold sweat enveloping her body, he wants me to shit on him!
Mayor Staley probed deeper and deeper into her ass, his fingertips actually pressing against the elastic walls of her lower colon as he attempted to unloosen the shit contained there. Jennifer had no choice – the mayor's skill at stimulating her asshole being as great as a trained proctologist's.
She could feel a mass of skit at the bottom of her colon, inundating the mayor's stubby fingers in its fetid warmth. As he felt the skit pulsing for release, his two fingers widened the opening of her anal canal so the shit could come hurtling down her rectal passage, exploding from her asshole.
Suddenly, Jennifer could contain herself no longer. As she felt the shit leave her bowels, the mayor quickly slid his fingers down her ass and pulled them out, making a popping noise as they sprung free from her asshole. The shit came barreling out, hurtling furiously, building up momentum.
Three turds popped out of her asshole one right after another. Jennifer could feel her cunt tighten maddeningly the second the shit had been released, and then her pussy discharged a gooey secretion that spilled out of her cunt down to her ass and soaked her inner thighs.
The mayor looked greedily at the shit that Jennifer had deposited on the couch and floor and then shifted his gaze to her cunt and inner thighs. With such an unexpected and violent bowel movement, shit naturally clung in pieces to the ridges of Jennifer's throbbing asshole, mingling sloppily with the oozing liquid spilling out of her heaving cunt. Mayor Staley thrust his head between her legs and placed his hands under her buttocks, clutching her asscheeks as hard as he could so he could tam her shitty, sticky crotch into his beet-red face.
Jennifer could feel his tongue greedily lapping up every trace of shit and pussy juice, and heard his knees squishing in the turds that had fallen to the floor.
It was a sensation Jennifer had never experienced as the mayor's tongue shot into her asshole, reaming the inside of it for the last vestiges of hot, sticky shit. When he was finally finished, he lifted his head and smiled at her, a brown ring showing around his mouth.
If all of this was just the preliminaries, Jennifer wondered what could be next. She soon found out as the mayor stood up, and, panting and sweating like he was about ready to have a heart attack, tore off his clothing and stood naked before her, his huge mounds of ugly fat drooping and billowing all over his body.
Jennifer looked for his cock and balls, but her search was in vain as the enormous expanse of his stomach obscured whatever he had between his legs.
The mayor turned and waddled to the table where he had set down his unmarked box.
He laboriously bent over and slipped the elastic band around his puffy ankles and shimmied it up his legs and over his hips so that it now encompassed his elephantine waist. Then he took the enormous appendage attached to the elastic and forced it down over the apex of his huge stomach and slid it down the underside of his belly to the vicinity of where his groin should be.
Jennifer saw him lift the incredible mound of fat that was his abdomen, and for a brief second before he slipped his device over it, she saw his actual cock and balls. They were pathetic-looking, shriveled up pieces of useless flab, his prick looking like some sort of shrunken yellow root and his balls like grapes that had been left out in the sun too long and were turning into raisins.
But now the mayor's useless cock and balls had vanished and were supplanted by the waving staff of his murderous-looking dildo. Maybe somebody, sometime, had an actual cock that huge, Jennifer thought in terror, but never one that seemed so stiff, so hard, so unyielding, so destructive-looking – a cock designed not for fucking, but for tearing a cunt apart, ripping it into a bloody, gaping wound.
Mayor Staley moved menacingly toward Jennifer, his mounds of fat rippling. The weapon was between his legs, a veritable telephone pole of a cock, a lance of destruction aimed at Jennifer's vulnerable cunt.
"Oh, God," Jennifer whispered just before the mayor reached her and started to grope sweatily at her, snorting like a warthog in heat, "where are they?" Kimberly, Kitty and Gilda were supposed to rescue her when the going get rough.
And now the slobbering mayor, his foul breath reeking of piss and shit leaned over and put his stinking, drooling lips to her face, running his squishy hands all over her body. He brushed his fetid mouth across her face, the enormous dildo darted like a lance between her legs and she could already feel the cold metal knob chafing against her pussy. She tried to close her legs, but that only made things worse as the impact of her inner thighs only happed the gigantic pole in her crotch.
The mayor was through with his version of foreplay now. He wanted to fuck Jennifer now. He wanted to fuck the huge prick up her cunt, the cunt that looked so innocent and young with no hair on it, practically blushing as he abused her pussy, his old and overworked heart pounding in anticipation at getting inside the young pussy quivering before him.
"Tell me," he rasped with his foul breath into Jennifer's ear. "Tell me what I want to hear."
She didn't know what he wanted. Tell him what?
"Tell me I've got the biggest prick you've ever seen. Tell me you've got to have it inside your pussy, pushing your cunt all the way out your throat. Tell me to fuck you," he insisted excitedly. Jennifer winced at the thought of the pain the monster dildo would send through her aunt; however she was even more fearful of what the mayor would do if she refused. She realized that until Kimberly, Kitty and Gilda appeared she would have to go along with him. There seemed to be no alternative but to place her hand between her legs and wrap her trembling fingers around the anxious, thrusting dildo, and mutter, "You have the biggest prick I've ever seen. Please fuck me."
"What's that?" he demanded. "Say it louder. Shout it out!"
But Jennifer was momentarily speechless. For when she placed her hand around the fake cock she realized that its spring and power came from the flexible wires that were built into the plastic rubber.
Jennifer could feel the vibrations of the deadly instrument twanging beneath her fingers so much deadly energy was stored in the powerful dildo. She knew that once it was inside her cunt the whiplash generated by the mayor's body movements would cause the metal knobs jutting from the head to batter the interior of her cunt.
"Come on, you filthy cunt!" the mayor screamed. "Say it so I can hear it!"
Jennifer closed her eyes and repeated as though she were a robot, "You've got the biggest prick I've ever seen. Please fuck me," and then she grabbed it again, this time holding onto the dildo out of necessity.
"Ah, you want it, don't you, you can't wait," the mayor stuffed gutturally, flecks of spit spewing from his foul lips. And then he used a straight arm to shove her head back, grabbing at her legs as her head and shoulders bounced against the back of the couch. He spread her thighs apart, the pain from the stretching searing her cunt and asshole. Before she could scream, the dildo was inside her pussy, shooting like a torpedo up her gaping cunthole, the metal studs grooving against the delicate tissues of her pussy.
Jennifer's piercing scream came when the mayor plunged his manufactured prick to the hilt up her cunt, the knobs seeming to ream out the walls of her womb.
Jennifer thought she was going to be fucked to death. She screamed again and the mayor only seemed encouraged to increase his assault as a result of her cries of anguish. The room was filled with the sounds of the mayor's animalistic snorts as he drove the dildo home with one searing thrust after another, accompanied by the sloshing sound of the fake cock inside of Jennifer's cunt.
Then, suddenly, the sounds coming from Jennifer's cunt were drowned out by the crack of wood splintering. As the noise persisted and grew deafening, even the lust-mad mayor heard it and lifted up his head, abruptly stopped fucking. The splintering stopped with a final crash and then footsteps could be heard pounding across the floor toward the mayor and Jennifer. In seconds, Kimberly, Kitty and Gilda could be seen in the doorway.
"Jesus Christ!" the mayor exclaimed, startled. "What the hell is this?"
"Let's just say we're recalling you, Mayor," Kimberly said, advancing toward him, brazenly rolling her hips, the black leather of her high-topped boots gleaming on her lithe legs.
"What the…" he said, his beady eyes bugging out of his enormous head. "Who are you? What do you want?"
"Who me, Mayor honey?" Kitty said, following Kimberly toward the sofa. "I represent the black vote, and we ain't satisfied with the job you been doin' at all."
Gilda followed last, saying nothing as she walked across the room, looking at the hideous, sweating mayor in utter contempt, curling her lip at the sight of his billowing, hanging yellow flab. When she joined the others, she spit in his astonished face, hissing, "You filthy pig."
Jennifer remained pinned under the mayor's bulk, her body, nude below the waist, helpless under his weight, still speared by the enormous cock between his legs. At the sight of her compatriots, the pain she had felt so intensely vanished and a smile crossed her face.
"I was beginning to wonder if you three had joined up with some other cause," Jennifer said.
"Not hardly," Kitty said. "We had some trouble gettin' up here, though. The security in this dump is a mother. I guess that's because of his pigs hip here."
"Then after we got up here," Gilda said, "we had to knock down the door."
"God, girls," Kimberly said with a note of alarm in her voice. "We're standing here chewing the fat and Jennifer is still lying here with that… that thing between her legs. Come on, let's get her loose."
The mayor had lapsed into numbness, unable to believe the events which had just transpired. He became increasingly catatonic when the three women grabbed his huge body from different angles, their fingers sinking into the mattress of his flesh in order to remove him from their skewered friend. Two or three times they had to renew their grips as their fingers lost traction on his sweaty body, but after a few minutes of tugging and hauling, they managed to dislodge him.
From beneath the shimmying mountain of flab that was the mayor, Jennifer felt less pressure on her body. The pole on which she was impaled slowly worked loose from her pussy, her cunt relaxing and contracting as the mayor was pulled off.
With a final burst of effort, Kimberly, Kitty and Gilda got Mayor Staley totally clear of Jennifer. He staggered backward, reeling under his own weight. Jennifer heard a hollow popping sound and looked between her legs. She saw the monstrous head of the dildo pulling tautly out of her pussy, the lips of her cunt snapping back into place as the extraction was finally and violently completed.
The mayor was feeling faint, no longer in control of his massive body. The waning grip of his three assailants was the only thing keeping him upright as he swayed precariously. He felt nauseous and the room swam before him, dizziness distorting his consciousness. Then, when they let go of him, he rocked back and forth several times, until his sense of balance was completely lost and he fell crashing to the floor, blood filling his mouth as his dentures crashed against his gums.
"Now what?" Jennifer asked the others, collecting herself on the sofa and pulling the hem of her pinafore back down over her cunt.
"You just watch, sweetie," Kitty said, "we're gonna give you a treat."
"How?"
"You'll see," Kimberly said. "We're going to give his honor here as good as he gave. Better, in fact. He likes pussy so much, well, we're going to give him more than he can handle." Jennifer watched in astonishment as the three of them quickly removed their clothing and hovered stark naked over the fallen mayor, contemplating him like jackals over a carcass.
The mayor recovered his wits enough to look up and blubber, "Oh, my God, what are you going to do to me?"
"What else? Rape the living shit out of you," Kimberly sneered coldly. Without warning, she straddled his twitching face and quickly lowered herself onto his terrified face, mashing her pussy directly over his nose and mouth.
"Good God!" Jennifer said. "He won't be able to breathe."
"You better believe it," Kimberly said, grinding her hairy crotch into his face as hard as she could. "It's known as too much of a good thing."
In the meantime, Kitty had reached down and removed the enormous dildo from the mayor and strapped it around her own trim black waist. The looming pink monster protruded menacingly from the dark knotted curls of her crotch, the metal knobs appearing even more terrifying. She lost no time grabbing the shaft of the horrible lance and peering between the mayor's obese thighs. She plunged it on a downward angle so it pierced the opening where his stumpy legs connected, fucking into the pulpy red mass that was his asshole.
Even with Kimberly's cunt in his face the mayor's blood-curdling scream tilled the room as Kitty shoved the spear to the hilt in his ruined asshole. She sneered at him. "What's the matter, Mayor motherfucker, two cunts too much for you? Maybe you'd like to try three."
Gilda took Kitty's words as a cue and twisted her lithe naked body down alongside the mayor on the floor. Even Jennifer couldn't believe it as the innocent-looking Gilda actually took the mayor's pathetic-looking cock and balls into her mouth all in one gulp. She saw Gilda chomp her jaws down as hard as she could, grinding her teeth on the mayor's genitals.
This time the mayor's scream was so intense that the force of it seemed to shoot up Kimberly's cunt as his mouth met her pussy lips. The scream stiffened her spine and jogged her as if she were riding an unruly home.
Then suddenly, there were no more sounds, and no more struggling. The mayor lay still like a beached whale. Kimberly climbed off his face and motioned Gilda away from his bloody crotch. Kitty undid the elastic of the dildo, leaving it sticking like a sword in the mayor's ass.
"Is he all right?" Jennifer asked from the sofa. The mayor summoned all of the energy he had left for one enormous spasm, and then lay stone still, only the big toe of his left foot twitching.
Kimberly took his pulse and calmly said: "The patient just died of a heart attack, a massive coronary."
The four of them mutely watched the former mayor's face turn blue.