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Chapter 1

The driver sneakily adjusted his rearview mirror and eyed the snooty blonde who was seated on the backseat of the limousine.

Twenty-two years old, she had hair the color of corn silk and perky, pointy breasts. She also had legs that looked as if they were made of taffy and went all the way up to here.

Phil Carpucci rubbed himself through his trousers and imagined he was sucking her tits. She would have light-pink nipples; girls of her coloring always did. Her nipples would be rigid, and her young titties would vibrate firmly against his face as he sucked them and she squirmed.

He also would do other things with her, Phil fantasized as his penis grew hard in his pants. He would spread her candy legs wide apart and get right down between them. The hair along her slit would be nearly as pale and silken as the hair on her head, and the interior of her slit would be juicy and pink. Her entire crotch would be beautiful, including the dimple located to the rear of her pussy, snuggled between the pale, rounded cheeks of her ass. Phil would kiss her all over. His hard-on throbbed.

Melanie Jones caught the driver looking lust-fully at her, and a pinkness suffused her fair cheeks.

The dirty man! she thought. He's undressing me with his eyes. I can practically feel him lifting my skirt and stroking me along the pantyhose. I'll bet he would like to get between my legs and…

NO! I won't think, about such nasty things!

She turned her bead and looked out the window at the luxurious estates that were gliding past. It would be very good to live and work in one of those, she thought, as she looked forward to her first job as a private tutor.

The nude, hairy man stood behind a curtained window and gazed down at the circular driveway where his limousine came to a stop.

"Shit, she's here already," he grumbled.

"What does she look like?" his brunette wife inquired from the bed.

"Can't see her yet. But she's probably a dried-up old crone with her hair in a bun.

"I hope not," said the reclining woman who wore black panties. "Scotty should have a more attractive female than that to teach him about life."

"I'm not hiring her to be the kid's lover, for Christ's sake!" Linc Townsend said as he scratched himself. "She's just going to teach him English and Arith… "

As Melanie's long golden legs extended from the car, Linc stopped talking. As she stepped out, he pursed his lips. As she began to walk to the door of the mansion, the mounds on her chest jiggling, he whistled.

"Well, what is it?" his wife, Beatrice, asked as she sat up, her big breasts swooping to settle in voluptuous roundness.

"She's a fox!" Linc said with a grin.

"Ooooh?"

"Shit, yes!"

With a grin still plastered to his ruggedly handsome face, the dark-haired man strode across the room, his long cock swaying, and snatched a robe from the closet. Not bothering to put on anything else, he left the bedroom and loped downstairs.

"Miss Jones?" he asked as he approached Melanie in the entry hall. The maid withdrew.

Melanie looked at her prospective employer for the first time and liked what she saw, except for his casual state of attire. She didn't consider that appropriate, though it was only nine o'clock in the morning.

Women usually took to Linc at first glance. Perhaps it was because of his bigness, his extreme masculinity, or his outgoing grin, or it was a combination of all these attributes that impressed them. It didn't seem to matter that he was forty-three years old. The fact that he was quite wealthy helped.

"Good morning, Mr. Townsend!" Melanie said, and smiled.

He took her hand. "Well, well! I didn't expect anyone so young and lovely!"

"Thank you," she replied. "But I thought that you knew my age. The agency said… "

"Yes, of course. They must have informed me. But I've been so busy these days, getting ready to run for the governorship and all."

"You are running for governor?" Melanie asked, surprised and impressed.

"The official announcement hasn't been made yet, so don't let the word get out," Linc said with a twinkle in his warm brown eyes. "But that's why I'm hiring a tutor for my son. Otherwise I would just let him stay in the academy he's been attending. I'll be traveling around the state, and I want him with me on the campaign. It will be very educational for the lad, don't you think?"

"Yes, I should think it would be."

"Well!" Linc grinned again. "Let's step into the library. I have a contract prepared."

The business part of the interview passed quickly, and Melanie became more enthused by the moment. Working for a gubernatorial candidate-and perhaps the governor himself, if he was elected-would be very exciting. She would practically be part of the state's official family!

She crossed her legs as she sat opposite the handsome, amiable man, and her skirt skidded well above her knees. He looked at her legs, but not lecherously as the chauffeur had done. This man was smooth. Really nice, Melanie thought.

"You have beautiful legs!" he said, changing the subject abruptly. "You should wear stockings and a garter belt instead of pantyhose. Pantyhose are anti-erotic, you know."

She colored. "H-how do you know what I'm wearing?"

"Well, you are wearing pantyhose, aren't you? Most young women do nowadays. And I don't see any stocking tops."

Embarrassed, she tugged at her skirt. "Yes, I am wearing pantyhose. Are stockings and a garter belt required on this job?"

"Don't be silly." Linc smiled. "What you wear is your own business, of course. It just happens that I prefer conventional stockings and garters on pretty legs."

He stood. "Well, if you would like to sign the contract, you can begin today."

It had all happened very quickly, and Melanie was thrilled. She forgot about her new employer's interest in her under things, which didn't seem important. She signed the contract.

"I'll show you to your room," Linc announced. "Then Phil can drive you home and you can pick up your belongings… unless you happened to bring them with you, of course."

"Well, no, I didn't," Melanie said. "I didn't want to assume anything."

"You're a rather modest girl, aren't you?"

She colored again. "Yes, I suppose you could say that."

"It's not bad," Linc said quickly. "In fact, the trait is appealing. And surprising, also, in a young woman of such beauty and poise! Evidently your parents didn't spoil you."

"My father is a clergyman, so I had a rather strict upbringing."

"Aaaaaah." Linc let the young woman precede him upstairs, and he watched the sensuous undulation of her bottom, the flashing of her silken-sheathed legs. He moved ahead of her in the hallway, his hairy legs splitting the front of his robe as he strode to the room she was to have.

"You see? Bright and sunny!"

"Yes!" Melanie said, smiling as she looked around. "It's lovely!"

"You won't be here very long, however, because the campaign will begin shortly and we'll be moving about this big state-you, my son, my wife, and I. Uuh, Miss Jones… "

"Yes?" She blinked her blue eyes.

"Incidentally, you won't mind if I call you Melanie, I hope?"

"As my employer, I think that you have that privilege," she replied.

"I hope so. Melanie… there is one additional duty, over and above your teaching, that I will expect you to discharge."

"What is it?"

Linc stepped to the door and eased it shut. "It concerns my wife. She is, well, a bit unconventional in some of her activities. I will want you to keep an eye on her for me."

Melanie blinked again.

"Now, it's nothing to get excited about," Linc went on. "I'm not asking you to become a spy. Just stay as close to my wife as you can and, uh, let me know if she gets involved in anything that might embarrass me in the campaign."

"What sort of things are you talking about?" Melanie asked.

"You really don't know what I'm driving at?" Linc cleared his throat. "Well, in a word… sex. Beatrice is AC-DC. Naturally we mustn't let that get out. Even in these days of sexual permissiveness, many voters are still narrow-minded. Beatrice tends to, ah, pick up people, both male and female. She has promised not to, now that we'll be in the public eye. But then, it's hard to teach an old dog new tricks, as they say."

Melanie was blushing strongly. "I'm afraid, Mr. Townsend, that I couldn't… "

"Linc," he corrected.

"Well, I mean to say that I don't feel entitled to interfere in Mrs. Townsend's personal life."

"Are you quite prudish?"

Melanie swallowed. "I really don't consider myself a prude."

"Let's see."

Linc took off his robe.

The young woman stared at his nakedness-at his long-hanging cock with its bulbous, plum-colored head, and at his immense, hair-encircled balls. She blushed so hard that her cheeks burned, and she felt an odd tingling deep inside.

"Mister Townsend!" she exclaimed in shock.

"Call me Linc," he said, "and please don't be alarmed. "I did this because I frequently go nude around the house, as does my wife. We think nothing about it. Naturally, if you're going to live with us… "

Melanie shut her eyes. "I don't know… if I will be able… to… "

"Oh, nonsense! It means nothing. Open your eyes, please!"

She opened them, but continued to blush furiously.

"Are you a virgin?" Linc asked.

"Yes!"

"Well, don't declare it so proudly!" he said in a joking tone. "It's a blasted bore!"

"Mr. Townsend… Linc… I really don't think that I… "

"You've signed the contract," he reminded her, though he had a twinkle in his eyes. "You would not want me to sue the panties off you."

The reference to her "panties" made her even more embarrassed. "If I had realized… what was involved… I wouldn't have signed it."

"Nothing is involved, except a certain amount of casualness. And as for you keeping an eye on my wife, you will note that there is a provision in the contract which refers to 'additional miscellaneous duties'. That would cover it, don't you think?"

"I don't know, I'm sure." She was finding it very difficult to keep from staring at the man's cock and balls.

Melanie had never seen male genitals before. She had received her education in an all-girls' college and had dated only when she was at home, then with very respectable young men who were well known to her parents in the small town where they lived. The most extreme sexual activity in which she had engaged was a kiss on the lips.

She had thought about penises. And testicles, too. Girls discussed such things, some of Melanie's classmates even daring to use the vernacular terms. Mostly Melanie had just listened, shocked but fascinated.

She had gotten the impression that men's cocks were rather small, wiggling things except when they got hard-not long, hanging hoses such as Linc possessed. And as for balls-goodness, his looked like they belonged on a bull!

Smiling as if he was pleased that he had shocked her, Linc wrapped his robe about him once again. "Well, why don't you go and get your things now? Phil is probably still waiting in the car outside."

Melanie was grateful for the opportunity to get away from the unpredictable attractive man. She hurried from the room and downstairs, not saying another word.

"You're coming back, aren't you?" Linc called down the staircase, the haste of her departure having given him cause for concern.

"Yes!" she said, flustered, and rushed out.

Linc stood at the head of the stairs and just laughed.

His wife, wearing just her panties, moved up behind him. "Well?"

"She's a jewel!" Linc said. "The most naive young woman I've met in years. I didn't think they grew them like that any more. She's a minister's daughter, which may explain it. Anyway, you'll love her."

"So you're just hiring her for me, hmmm?" Bea inquired cynically, and slipped a hand inside his robe. She felt his cock, which was thicker and more tense than usual, though not hard. "She got to you a little bit."

"Yeah," he said thoughtfully as his wife massaged him. "She's cherry."

"She told you that?"

"I asked her."

"Prick!" Beatrice exclaimed, and pulled his half-hard cock out of his robe.

"Let's go back to the bedroom," he said, turning to lead the way with his semi-turgid penis, exposed.

Bea followed and shut the door. She got in front of her husband and dropped to her knees. "May I serve you, Mr. Governor?" she asked playfully.

As Beatrice sucked on his long, meaty cock, making it very hard and projecting, he imagined that the blonde was doing it. What sweet pink lips she had! And a small mouth. It would be tight around the collar of his dong!

He stroked his penis slowly in and out between his wife's accommodating lips. He appreciated Bea, because, even though she screwed around, she never neglected him-and she gave him the option of screwing around, also. Theirs was an open, easy-going marriage that sewed them both quite well. The only thing he didn't like about the idea of becoming governor was that they would have to tone down their lifestyle. But as long as he had a foxy blonde like Melanie in the house, along with Bea, he needn't feel deprived. He had no doubt in the world that he could make the young teacher.

He pulled his prick poppingly from Bea's sucking mouth, and it flipped upward to stand nearly as high as when he was a kid. It was a full eight inches long. He shucked off his robe and strode to the bed.

Bea scampered in front of him, always eager to be screwed, and flopped onto her back, wiggling out of her panties. Her soft breasts shook, her nipples formed into firm lumps at the center of each wide, pale-brown aureole.

It was, however, the brownish slash between her thighs that Linc eyed as she spread her legs wide apart and lifted them, bending her knees. Her cunt was bordered by thick black hair that curled partially across it. Her labia protruded somewhat, her clit especially prominent. She had the mature attractiveness of a thirty-eight-year-old who had fucked a lot and loved it-who loved it now more than ever!

"Give this to Mama!" she cried, grasping Linc's meaty erection as he knelt.

She pointed his turgid tool into herself, nudging her labia apart with its mushroom-shaped head, exposing moist, rosy flesh for him to glide on. He slid his thick prick into her, inch after inch of it, until, she had it all. The union still felt good to both of them, despite sixteen years of marriage and a great deal of experience on the side.

As Linc began to fuck his wife with long, slow, cunt-stuffing strokes, he thought about the blonde he had just hired and imagined be was fucking her. If Bea realized that, she gave no sign. She wriggled her hips skillfully, bumping them at the same time and the effect was one of gulping at her husband's deep-reaching cock.

Her breasts shook from the vibrations he transmitted to her, and he remained up on straight arms to watch them. The blonde's titties were smaller, and they would be much firmer, he speculated as he stroked into his wife.

She squirmed voluptuously. "It's so goood!" she groaned. "Oooooh, darling, you're all cock! That's why I love you so!"

"And you're all pussy!" Linc replied.

They moved heatedly together, building intensity and speed as they pumped. The bed creaked softly beneath them. Beatrice's breasts began to flop up and down, not loosely but with a full heaviness which Was appealing. Her red mouth opened, and she tossed her brunette head to and fro.

Suddenly she began to bob her hips rapidly, and Link settled down to ride her hard. He fucked her through, one, two… three gasping, clawing orgasms before he reached a spurting climax which filled the pit of her pussy with his sperm.

They sighed and clung to each other, breathing hard and sweating.

"You're terrific!" Linc said, and kissed her.

"And you're still the best fucker in the world!" Beatrice proclaimed.

They had, indeed, an excellent marriage.