vanish from sight into the moist pink flanges of her tight palpitating cunt.
'Christ!' he barked. 'Oh Christ!'
Like a mounting bull, he pumped into her from behind, imagining the sight of her tender lipstick rimmed lips clasping and unclasping around the growing cock of Morgan in front, who no longer had to force her to suck him. She was working like a demon in a daze, licking at the hardened shaft of flesh thrust deep into her warm mouth, while the bastard who'd hired them kept clicking his camera, running around the bed with his own prick jutting out like a hoe-handle.
On and on it went, their expanding rock-hard cocks plunging into both ends of her bent and aching body, the unbelievable ecstasy they were bringing her completely saturating her mentally and physically. She was in another world where cocks and cunt alone existed… and she never wanted to leave it.
The saliva in her mouth thickened. It was becoming more sticky now and she tasted the tang of the minute emissions of lubricating fluid seeping from the tiny split in the head of the cock fucking her mouth. She could feel the spongy head growing deep in her throat and his hips writhing and straining as he moved toward climax. His fingers were curled tightly in her long hair, manipulating her mouth back and forth on the end of his thrusting organ, fucking into her face as if her mouth was another cunt into which he was releasing the full wrath of his animal-like lust. She moaned around it and it thrust forward hard down into her throat as though it were trying to meet the other massive prick screwing deep into her belly from behind…
Oh God! Oh my God…!
The heavens burst open even as her own belated orgasm began to rise toward a pinpoint inside her! This had to be it! Yes! Yes! She felt the great cock fucking into her from behind jerk and begin spewing its white, hot load deep up into her wildly clasping cunt. It splashed insanely around inside her, foaming back from her hairlined cunt-lips onto the already drenched pubic hair of his pelvis. His balls jammed tightly against her exposed clitoris caused her body to jerk forward spasmodically, driving the cock in her madly sucking mouth to the hilt. Then, it too, exploded, gushing forth thick streams of the creamy, pungent liquid into her throat, her cheeks bloating and contracting as she swallowed to keep from choking on the great continual spurts issuing from it. She swallowed in hungry, thick gulps, fearful of losing even a tiny drop of the precious fluid. Small dribbles seeped from the corners of her mouth as he collapsed away from her and his shrinking penis slithered lifelessly from her still sucking mouth, thin sticky strings of the white viscid liquid stretching from her lips to the flaccid member pulling away from her.
Wildly, she screwed her buttocks hungrily back onto the still squirting prick in her cunt, and with a shriek from between her tightly clenched teeth, she felt her whole body burst into what seemed a never ending stream of blissful sensations of release and she continued to sob out her ecstasy until the very life drained from her and she fell forward onto the bed, the useless prick of the bearded Stones slipping limply from her wet, quivering pussy…
God… she had to sleep… had to… Mustn't think… no… no… just sleep…
While Laurie lay obscenely sprawled on the bed face down, caught up in the exhausted and drug induced throes of sleep, Mark Coleman paid off his hired cohorts, gave them each a needed drink and let them out into the night. He went back to the bed then to stare down at the disheveled but still intoxicating sight of the young Laurie Gates' naked, well fucked body. His cock was still as hard as a rod of iron. He was going to have one more crack at that luscious tight cunt before he took her back to the Ambassador Hotel. It would be simple enough getting her in through a service entrance and up to her room… and there was still plenty of time before Dianne would finish with Phillip, he felt sure… Slowly, he dropped on the bed beside her, running his hand over the satiny smooth mound of her buttock to her thigh, then between her still splayed legs to the slit of her cunt. She gave a little start and moan at his touch, but then lay still.
With little difficulty, he rolled her onto her back and climbed between her legs, drawing the head of his cock up through her sperm drenched slit to spread open the swollen pink lips of her pussy. Once more, she moaned lightly, her eyes closed, but he saw the little simpering smile of delight tugging at the corners of her lips. Slowly, she raised her legs and he slipped into her moist, warm depths… but never once did she fully awaken and he fucked her to his heart's content… until his balls ached from the draining strain he put on them. A long time later, he brought her partially to consciousness and helped her dress. Then, he took her back to the hotel.
It was nearly four o'clock in the morning and he had some pictures to develop before daylight. Dianne had been emphatic about that; she planned to use them the moment they were ready.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Dianne Coleman smiled into the huge pusy face of Judge Julian Reed. She watched the small, near fat- hidden eyes rake her body lecherously, as always, the tiny tongue licking out at the small wormish-lips of his baby like mouth. He rolled his wheelchair into the room with an effort, his great bloated bulk hardly able to wedge into the aluminum tubular frame. He was alone, which was exactly what she had hoped for, and she remained standing by the door where she'd entered at his acknowledgment of her ring, awaiting his invitation to sit.
He made a little pinched grin and said: 'And to what do I owe this charming visit, my dear?'
Dianne watched the continuing little smile, her stomach knotting in momentary revulsion, memories of despicable acts she had been forced to endure with him in the past racing through her mind. Those, too, she remembered, had been to insure Mark's political future, but this time the shoe was on the other foot. She was holding all the winning cards, and the stakes were even higher.
'Business, Judge,' she said, a wry smile of her own stretching her pretty mouth. 'May I sit down?'
'Please do.' He nodded toward a chair in front of him and she lowered herself into it. His eyes watched hungrily as with knowing purpose Dianne let her short skirt slip up high to expose the thighs of her crossed legs. He waited for a moment, his small lusty eyes never leaving the nylon encased, soft white flesh he was already familiar with. Finally, he said: 'Well, my dear?'
'I want your endorsement for Mark, Judge,' she said simply. 'We need the powerful Reed Machine behind us if my husband's ever to be the next Governor.'
He studied her for a moment, his expression unchanging. In a while, he said: 'As simple as that, eh?' He made a short grunting sound that Dianne took to be a cynical laughing intention. 'Humph… I might've guessed. You know; my dear… you're a terribly ambitious young woman… lovely and desirable too, but… treacherously ambitious.'
Dianne returned his almost sneering smile in kind. 'So…? I should think you of all people would appreciate that trait, Judge.'
'Oh, I do… I do,' he replied evenly. 'Which is exactly why I'm not backing Mark Coleman, my pet… I don't trust you, his lovely, sexy wife. No, Mrs. Coleman, the Reed Machine will endorse Byron Acker, and he'll be this State's next Governor.'
Dianne could feel her face flushing with the rage mounting inside her. God, how she despised this foul beast… and nothing would ever give her greater pleasure than what she was about to do. But she must control herself, maintain her dignity, savor every delicious moment of what was to come…
'That's too bad,' she said caustically. She moved forward to the edge of her chair, uncrossing her legs and pushing her skirt back even more to expose a fraction of an inch of naked, white thigh. 'You leave me no choice then, your honor.' She opened her purse and extracted an envelope, holding it out to him.
His beady eyes moved from the provocative sight of her shapely displayed leg to the envelope, then, to her face.
'What's this?' he snapped.
'You're the judge… I'll let you decide,' Dianne remarked, pressing the envelope forward. His fat pusy hand reached out and snatched it from her grasp while his eyes locked with hers. 'I warn you, girl, don't try any of your shenanigans with me…'
Dianne said nothing, only watched with pure delight the changing expressions of shock, then anger, and
