crushing his cock under all my hundred and twenty pounds. You know, that didn't shake me up at alL I guess it was my background,
I was hardly the average young chick, you know, having started being a sexual being as soon as I discovered that I could coax feeling out of my clit with a variety of instruments plus my hand, being educated to sex by my own loving family. I guess I thought that people were people and that if they had these little kinks when it came to getting their jollies, well, that was the way it was. At any rate, neither old man Worth nor the Congressman had any traumatic effect on me. In fact, His Honor sort of added to my education and opened up a lot of doors for me in the field of self expression and enjoying myself at those odd times when there wasn't a suitable man around.
Ah, that banquet. I was in my glory. Pearl had done a beautiful job on me and I was looking better than or at least as good as I'd ever look in this world that night, that first night of my glory. The photographers took picture after picture and my face and body were in newspapers all over the state the next day and I spent long, glorious hours clipping them and pasting them into a scrapbook which was one of the little gifts which came with being Miss Mackerel. And Sweet Pants Selena, way down the table, couldn't keep her jealous eyes off me and I looked at her now and then and smiled innocently, acting the true queen, with no malice in my eyes, but gloating in my heart at having done her in again.
That night, following rny victory as homecoming queen, made up in large part for all the slights I'd received over the years from little bitches like Selena.
I've often wondered if they would have asked Selena to entertain His Honor the Congressman if she'd won. The odds against Selena being pure and virgin were high, for she'd been going steady for years with a jerk from Old Town and when you went steady in Old Town it was like being married. So she probably knew what a dick was for, but I wonder if she'd have made herself available to the congressman. I guess not. She had what I wanted, after ail, money, position. She had it and didn't have to work to get it, whereas I had nothing and had to do everything I could to get something. I didn't see myself, for example, going back into Julie's Seafood Restaurant after being Miss Mackerel.
So, call me whore if you like, but, as I've said previously, I prefer to be considered a modern courtesan who used the weapons she had to become a success.
My career really began while walking in high heels on old man Worth's belly, and it had it's second installment, not the night of the banquet, as I had expected, but the next night. I expected to be hauled off to a motel or something and screwed by his Gray Haired Honor, but instead, I received an invitation.
'Perhaps,' His Honor said, when things were breaking up and there was no one left but me, Pearl, old man Worth and His Honor, 'this lovely young lady could use a quick vacation.'
'She's certainly, ha ha, earned it,' old man Worth said, and I wondered if I'd earned it by walking on his cock or being queen. 'What did you have in mind. Congressman?'
'As part of my duties,' said His Honor, 'I am about to make an inspection tour of American military installations in Puerto Rico. There is space available on my plane for this young lady and a suitable escort, if she would kindly agree to honor us with her beautiful presence.'
'I'm sure that Miss Gore's advisor, Miss Phelps, would go along to provide the proper escort,' old man Worth said. I saw him wink at Pearl and she told me later that he paid her well to take the trip.
So, goddamn, there I was, little Ruby Gore, crawling up the steps into a slinky, wild, executive jet. I've been on just about every kind of passenger plane there is and once I was given a ride in a F-4 Phantom by a nice Air Force one star General, but there's been nothing to match the thrill of that, my first airplane ride. There were just the three of us aboard, plus the crew, a young spade who served drinks and two pilots. We left old Cape County early the next morning and were basking in the sun, Pearl and I, beside a luxurious world-sized swimming pool, by late afternoon. It was an experience. 'Pearl,' I said, 'this is what I want.'
'Play your cards right, honey,' she said, 'and it's all yours.'
The card game started that night after dinner. We ate together, the three of us, and had our pictures snapped a few times and then Pearl and I went to the adjoining rooms we had in this fantastic hotel and I said, 'I thought I was supposed to do something.' 'It's all arranged,' she said. 'Just cool it.'
We had a drink. I wasn't much on drinking, having had only beer in my life, with a shot or two of white lightening now and then when Juby had some around the house, and I didn't really like drinking until I found champagne, and then I found that, after the first glass, I liked it rather well. In fact, during those early years I may have overdone it a little, until the night in front of my mirror when I saw that all that bubbly and all those steak and lobster dinners were putting a little too much me on my ass and then I began to notice that sex is not quite so great when you're drinking and I started limiting myself to a glass a night or so. But that night in Puerto Rico, the country girl out on the world for the first time, I drank bubbly while we waited and then the telephone rang and Pearl answered. She came over to me and put her hand on my shoulder.
'If there's anyone in the hall when you go to his room, keep right on walking. Don't let anyone see you go in and don't let anyone see you come out. Have fun and I'll see you in the morning.'
I was a little tipsy and the wine had gone right straight to the seat of my pants and I was looking forward to it. I walked down the hall and there was no one around, so I knocked on His Honor's door and he opened it quickly as if he'd been standing in front of it waiting for me. He was dressed in this real nice maroon lounging jacket with some kind of light colored slacks and he didn't look bad at all, not old, I mean. I expected him to grab me and I was ready. Instead, he put his hand on my arm and guided me into this wild pad and didn't stop until he'd gone through the plush sitting room into the bedroom.
'May I help you, my dear?' he asked, his hands gentle and steady as he turned me and zipped the zipper on the snazzy black dress I'd worn for dinner. I said, 'Sure, honey.'
'That is an expression of the uneducated,' he said, in his kind voice. 'A young lady would say nothing, or she would smile and say, in a soft voice, just yes, or perhaps, if you'd like.'
What the fuck, I thought. Is this a grammar class or a bedroom? But I didn't say anything. I let him undo my fine dress arid then he slipped it off the shoulders and let it fall. It went all the way and puddled around my feet and left me standing there in a low-slung bra and bikini panties. I struck the bathing suit pose and gave him my beauty queen smile.
'Indeed, a queen,' he said. He walked around me. I swiveled my neck to see what the crazy old fucker was doing and all he was doing was just looking. Well, I let him look until I got tired standing there.
'Want I should take the rest of these do-dads off?' I asked. 'A lady almost never undresses herself,' he said. Shit.
Well, to get down to the nitty-gritty, the old fart ogled me for what seemed like an hour. Then he guided me gently to the king sized bed and laid me out like a size-double-a side of beef and looked at me some more. When he finally came to the bed he knelt on the foot of it, looking up my body. I arched my mound at him. It stuck up good through the panties and he could see the black hair through the thin material and I knew that the reinforced crotch of them was wet, because crazy or not, he was a man and I was getting hot, laying there in my scandes waiting for him to grab a handful of tit or something.
Well, kiddies, he started. 1$ was the Goddamnedest thing I'd ever seen. He began at my feet. He bent down and started licking my instep. It was a warm, tickly feeling. I'd done the tickling bit with Pearl and I knew that it wasn't bad, but I wanted the real thing. But he started tickling me with his rough tongue and going up to my ankle and then licking and kissing his way up to my knee. And, by Gawd, as he kissed and licked, he began to make sounds so much like the old hound dogs Ruf and Sam used to keep for fox hunting that I almost giggled. He was sniffling and whining and growling in his throat. But my legs were getting a workout and the good feeling of being stimulated somewhere was moving all the way through my seven acre body and concentrating in my cunt.
I began to wiggle a little. He went on kissing and growling and licking and whining and worked all the way up u› my business end and then, oh, shit, he switched to the other leg and went all the way down it, licking and growling and kissing and sending me righ up the wall with the hots.
I thought he'd never get tired of kissing my legs and feet. Finally, after a long, long time, when I was moaning I was so hot, he skipped past my bikini panties and worked on my tummy and then skipped my bra and worked on my neck and shoulders and then, when I felt sure he'd rip my clothes off, because he was panting and moaning himself now, he flipped me over and started on my back. Jesus. My back is sensitive. I mean, you can take a feather and run up and down it and make me so hot I'd screw all night,
His tongue worked and licked and kissed and tickled and covered all of me and even went under my arms
