CHAPTER FOUR

Since old man Worth was Selena Smith's uncle, the smart money was on Selena. Old man Worth ran the Mackerel Festival and almost hand-picked his Queen, although they went through the motions of having judges. Of course, if anyone had stopped to think that Pearl Phelps was helping me, they might have realized something was up, because Pearl always picked winners.

The festival wasn't much. Girls from all over the country were elegible to enter and we had a field of about fifteen, including miss Sweet Pants Selena. There wasn't any talent contest, because most of those country chicks had none and my talent wasn't suitable for public display. We walked onto the stage and turned around in gowns, bathing suits and business suits and the judges picked a girl from up country as second runner-up and Selena as first runner-up and, wow, me as Miss Mackerel and I went parading out the ramp in my gown with real tears in rny eyes, because that was me, Ruby Gore, up there with the people clapping and whistling and the flash bulbs going off and Pearl, back stage, hugging me after it was over and me in a crown with a few gilded fish on.it and then riding the float in the parade and being at the head chair at the banquet for wheels, which included His Honor, the Congressman, a little man with a nice smile and a shock of grey hair, He was about sixty, I'd guess, and he sat on my left while Old man Worth sat on my right. His Honor the Congressman couldn't keep his eyes off me and after the banquet there was a small party at old man Worth's nice house and Pearl came up to me, after everyone was feeling no pain and said, "Honey, you don't have to do this." "What?"

"Him." She pointed to His Honor the Congressman. "Mr. Worth has hinted that it would be great for Old Town and the ashing industry and for him if you'd, uh, be nice to the Congressman." "What's in it for me?" I asked.

"No more than the Queen usually gets." The Queen got a couple of trips, a thousand dollar scholarship and the clothes she'd been given. I shrugged.

He looked nice enough. He was thin. His gray hair was wavy in an old fashioned style. He had laugh wrinkles around his eyes and his mouth. "Shit," I said, "I don't mind." He looked a lot like the father I dreamed about when I imagined myself a different person living in a big house on the hill with automobiles and all the nice dresses I would want and people looking at me as I walked by and saying, there's Miss McRae, the rich man's daughter. You see, even then, I was getting away from being just plain Ruby Gore. I'd picked out this great name for myself, Kitsy McRae. I liked the sound of it It sounded like some movie star or model or some member of the jet set, you know?

I was seated next to the Congressman. He had been given the seat of honor, at the head of the table at a dinner for all the^festival big wheels. Old man Worth was on Ms right and I was on his left. His Honor smiled at me and complimented me on my winning and said that I was, indeed, a truly representative fiower of the old South, He was very polite during the talk and the meal, not doting on me or paying me undue attention, except once he put his hand down under the table and squeezed my thigh. I smiled back at him, to let him know it was all right.

Now you might think that running into two kinky old men when I was young and impressionable would have had an adverse effect on me. There was old man Worth, with his shoe fetish and me walking all over him and 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 and licked and kissed there and I was glad I'd had a bath and used the scentless deodorant Pearl had. That's sort of kicky, being kissed in the underarms. It was a first, and it sent sensation all over me. I mean, wow, I was steaming. And it must have got to him, too, because, with a great growl, he ripped my bra part way off with his teeth and let it hang while he growled and whined his way to my suffering boobs and began to suck and chew them like they'd never been sucked and chewed before, I mean rough, leaving teeth marks and making me cry out with the goodness of it.

I was lifting my hips, making fucking motions. I wanted it. God, I wanted that cock. I moaned and said, "Do it to me now, honey."

He growled and went down and attacked my panties with his teeth. They were made of stronger stuff than the bra strap and, although he managed to bite and jerk little holes in them, he finally had to just tug and jerk them off, never touching the panties with his hands, but doing it all with his teeth. Then I was naked and he was looking and panting and then, all of a sudden, he fell down and, wow, did His Honor know how to French.

He bit me. He put his whole mouth over my wet, seeping twat and bit down and collected all my excess flesh, labia, clit, hair and all, and he nipped and nibbled and his front teeth were biting into my clit and I screamed once, real loud, and hoped in the back of my mind that the room was soundproof. I screamed and he bit harder and rolled my clit and, wow, I shot. I mean I came like a tornado, steaming and whirling and bucking my ass and then I lay back and sort of tried to get my breath.

He was kneeling, still dressed. "Let's do it good now," I said.

"Yes," he said. "Yes, of course." But instead of getting on, he got off. He went to a suitcase on a rack and opened it and came back to the bed with a little box and then he opened it and there was an assortment of things which opened my eyes. He had an electric vibrator and a huge cock made of pink, soft rubber. He had brush attachments for the vibrator. He plugged it in, with the brush on, and began to work on me with it. I was still steaming. One shot while being eaten wasn't going to hold me that night. The vibrator made the little sable brush work fast and it sent thousands of shivers up and down everywhere it touched and I was back on cloud nine soon. I let him work me, thinking that sooner or later I had to get fucked. But he went down between my legs with that thing and put the brush right on my clit, holding back the hair and flesh from it with the fingers of his own hand. The brush was moving a mile a minute and it was whipping back and forth on my clit with the weight of a butterfly's wing and I started fucking and bucking and, wow, before I knew it I had come again and he smiled down at me and said, "Nice?" "Wow," I said.

"That's not a proper form of expression," he said. "A lady would say, oh, yes, or, very nice."

I was getting pissed. "Well, shit," I said, "it was O.K., but aren't you gonna fuck me?" "Patience," he said.

Next he put the rubber head on the vibrator. It had little soft teeth and when he used it on my skin and all it made a different sensation. It was nice and restful and I just relaxed. But then the old sonofabitch attacked my pussy with that thing. I mean, he brushed it by, let it just touch something, a lip, the clit. The thousands of little vibrating sensations went right to work and I was hot in minutes and then he drove that thing, vibrating a mile a minute, right down over my clit, covering it, and the big trembles hit me. The vibrations went all the way through me, and my clit swelled up and came and I said, "Ah," and like that and tried to push it away, but he kept tingling my cunt with the vibrator until I had another and then I was wild, coming and bucking and panting and screaming.

I pushed his hands away before he could get to work again. He smiled and put the huge, pink, artificial cock on the vibrator. It had a place on the base of it where it plugged onto the shaft of the vibrator and then, with my eyes getting wider and wider, he put the head of it at the soft, wet, steaming entrance to my cunt.

"That sonofabitch is too big," I gasped, just as he shoved and the head spread me wider than I'd ever been spread.

"The female vagina is capable of taking objects of immense size," he said wisely, and.1 was wiggling my hips, because that huge mother was going into me a quarter inch at a time and it was riding on all the good goo I'd created with my climaxes and my hots.

It felt good. I mean, there I was, having been milked a couple or three times, having had my jollies without even having a cock in me, and an artificial one was better than no cock at all. But the bastard was splitting me. It was about two inches thick and about nine inches long. I felt it pushing ai my bones down there in my crotch, spreading them. I spread my legs. I felt the head of it push hard on my womb and push in more. I felt as if my entire body was one huge twat and it was being filled with the biggest cock in the world.

I made sounds through my nose. I wept a little. And all the time my greedy cunt was gobbling up that monster. And then it was in. I felt this little ring around the base of it press up against me. It pushed into my softness around my widely split cunt. It pushed against my dit. I worked my hips experimentally. Jesus, it felt good. It was the biggest thing I'd ever had in me. I began to fuck it. He was holding it in, fully dressed, smiling, not a hair out of place. And I was working my ass and feeling that huge monster in me and then, oh, Jesus, he flipped the switch and a million vibrations bounced through that cock and sent my whole insides into a quiver and I didn't think I could stand it it was so good. I mean, the vibrator sent that cock trembling and shaking and the whole movement seemed to go right to my dit.and I came and screamed, because he wouldn't stop. It was tremendous.

I came and he pressed the thing in and out of me, fucking me with his huge artificial cock, driving it deep and pulling it out and all the time it was vibrating a mile a minute and the vibrations went into my bones and my gut and I came again and screamed it was so wild and he wouldn't quit. I went into serial orgasms, one come right after the other, and he was panting and moaning and whining as he fucked me with the machine and then I must have fainted. I came out of it and he was naked.

Oh, wow. I didn't think I could ever fuck again. I mean, I was like wasted. I'd lost time and I'd lost count of the number of comes I'd had. They had been coming right on top of each other, my cunt never stopping its throbbing and clutching at the hard, rubber cock. And now he was naked and I was going to get more. Except that he didn't have a hard on.

Since then I've met a lot of men who were impotent, either permanently or temporarily. I've cured some of them. Some of them, like the congressman, are just incapable of getting a hard on. At that time I'd never seen a cock I couldn't make hard one way or the other, and I was grateful to the congressman for hi amp; having brought me to wonderful Puerto Rico and for the wildest set of comes I'd ever had. So I was willing.

"As you can see," he said sadly, "I have this problem. As the old saying goes, the spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak."

I put my hand on it and paid it a lot of attention, expecting it to swell inside my fingers. He seemed to enjoy it, but nothing happened. So I went down in a flash and sucked the whole thing into my mouth. At one time the congressman must have been -well hung, for even lax, his cock was big. But it stayed soft. I gave it my best, tonguing it, sucking it, kissing it, rolling it all over my tits, which he seemed to enjoy. But no go. "Ain't there no way?" I asked. "Don't say ain't," he said. "Yes, there is a way."

He pushed me onto my back. I let him raise my legs until my knees were on my tits and then he crawled between them and began to rub his soft little cock on me. It felt nice. He would rub it all over my cunt, and was I ever wet, then he'd rub it on my clit. Finally, he took two fingers and stuffed it into my cunt. It was like trying to push a piece of wet spaghetti through a needle, but he managed to get it in, just the head of it, and I moved gently for him and it slid out. He seemed to be enjoying it, so I let Mm play. I just lay still. He'd shove it in, stuffing it, and then he'd pinch it between his fingers to make the head swell just a tiny bit and move a little and moan and sigh and he was getting all wet around it, all his hairs and everything. I began to get a little hot again, believe it or not, with his cock rubbing me and going into me just a little ways, but even when I squeezed my cunt muscles, I couldn't hold him in.

Then he turned me over. I lay on my stomach and he crawled up on me. He sat on my thighs and held my hips between his thighs and stuffed his cock down between my legs and pushed it into the wetness around my twat. Then he started working on a different hole. I mean I was so wet that my goo had run down all over my ass and my^ anus was well oiled by it. He started trying to stuff it in there and that was my first experience there, and I jerked'my ass. "It won't hurt," he said. "That's dirty," I said. "Nothing which gives pleasure is dirty," he said.

Well, I owed him. He'd made a night for me. So I let him stuff and push and wet my anus with juice and then he said, "Relax, push down as if you're going to the bathroom."

I did. He pushed and stuffed his soft cock and I felt the head and a little bit of it slide into my ass. "Now close and pull up," he said.

I worked my muscles and, I'll be damned, his cock sort of got sucked up into my rear channel and I had more of him in me back there than I'd been able to get in front. It wasn't bad, either. I mean, his cock was soft and it felt like I was going to the bathroom, not unpleasant. "Suck it up some more," he said, in a hoarse voice.

I worked my muscles and got the hang of it. By working them as if I were cutting off a turd while taking a shit, I was able to suck all of it into me so that it felt like it was maybe three inches up into my anus and then he began to wiggle a little. "Keep doing it," he said.

So I did my muscles. He'd pull out a little bit, just a little bit, and I'd suck him back and then he got all excited and I began to feel real good, because his excitement was transferring itself to me. He put his hands down under my waist and worked one of them down until he was fingering my clit. I was pulling his soft cock up into my anus and he was pulling it out and his fingers were milking my clit and all of a sudden I felt myself begin to really enjoy it. Having a soft cock in the ass isn't bad. Having a hard one there, after you learn how, isn't bad, but that was my first and I'm glad it was the way it was, because it taught me that I had two holes for a cock in my bottom without the initial pain of taking a hard one in the ass.

"Come, my beautiful little girl," he whispered. "Come for me."

"Oh, ah," I said, and came, and while my cunt was throbbing he could feel it in my anus, and he gave a couple of grunts and I felt his soft cock throb and he came in me, giving me my first load of come in my ass.

We stayed in Puerto Rico for three nights. All were fine.