The Senator's Secretary
by Geoffrey W. Mann 


FOREWORD 

It is with a sense of deep pride and profound duty that we, the publishers, 
present this epic tale of politics and promiscuity. The Senator's Secretary 
is a soul-searching, sociological and psychological study into the basic 
institutions of our governmental systems; a fearless expose into the 
corruption and incompetence of our democratically elected leaders; a 
poignant search for new and deeper meanings to our crumbling American 
traditions. 

The heroine of this often candid, sometimes brutal account is young Peggy 
Lawrence, born and bred into middle-class suburban mores, and working as a 
secretary in the turbulent metropolis of Washington, D.C. She is caught in 
the not uncommon dilemma of adolescent idealism versus middle-age expediency 
the oftentimes shattering conflict of decency and practicality. As well, 
Peggy has been taught to reject sex before marriage, and finds herself 
facing a society in which virgins are damned rather than cherished. 
Suffering from her confusion and the denial of her own body's procreational 
chemistry, she must experience a torturous series of events before she is 
able to come to terms with herself and her future. 

We are grateful to Geoffrey W. Mann for skillfully portraying the realistic 
crossroads of decision and fate, and being sincere in presenting a 
modern-day Congress as he finds it. There are those who may negate his 
conclusions indeed, his entire format but they are perhaps the same purists 
who are to blame for setting up the abnormal culture in which such torment 
can fester. We urge all deep-thinking students of society and government to 
read and ponder, for within these pages is the essence of contemporary life. 

-The Publishers 

 CHAPTER ONE 

It was a dark and stormy night. Flesh-chilling rain lashed the streets of 
Washington, D.C., driven by a dismal wind whipping northwesterly off the 
Potomac River. But whereas before the Nation's capital would have fought 
back against the early spring's onslaught, now the energy crisis had laid it 
defenseless. Fewer streetlamps were burning, and those which were on for the 
dwindling traffic were dimmer than usual. The once brilliant monuments and 
memorials were black and somber; even the White House doused its spots at 10 
p.m. nightly. Only the great rotunda of the Capitol remained floodlit, a 
massive iridescent breast thrusting upward from an otherwise caliginous body 
of buildings. 

On normally bright, now murky Rhode Island Avenue, squatted the four-story 
Lament apartment house. It had a short vestibule, up two steps from the 
sidewalk and flanked by a couple of iron-filigreed lanterns; a frosted-glass 
front door masked by a dirty net curtain, a dark hall runner eighteen inches 
wide, dim doors with numbers in tarnished brass; and a musty smell of old 
varnish, dating back to the building's construction in 1928. The only thing 
impressive about the Lamont was its rent, but then that was true of anywhere 
in metropolitan Washington. 

Most of the tenants in the Lamont were pensioners, but a few were single 
working girls, part of that faceless horde of typists, file clerks, and 
junior secretaries caught up in the grind of civil service machinery. In the 
high-posted, three-room quarters of apartment 211 lived just such an example 
of a very pert, very pretty government worker, or G-girl as they're 
sometimes called. Peggy Lawrence was 20, blonde, innocent-faced and 
freckled, and was still youthfully idealistic about working for Maurice 
Flynn, long-time senator from her home state of South Carolina. Despite the 
depressing pallor of her apartment and the constant need to scrimp on her 
meager salary, it was still an improvement over living in Rock Falls, 
population 2,314 and its main income from peanuts and sweet potatoes. 

The thing was, Peggy kept telling her few girlfriends, was that Washington 
D.C. was so exciting! And it gave her great pride and a sense of 
accomplishment to know that she was doing her small part for her country and 
government. Take the energy crisis, for example: why, it was fun burning 
candles, and somehow more romantic to know that everybody was pulling 
together. In Rock Falls, a person couldn't even buy candles if so desired, 
unless they were those spindly little birthday sticks, and they never had 
pleasant Oriental scents and pretty colors like the ones she could burn 
here. 

At the moment on this inky wet night, three fat multi-colored candles were 
burning in her living room. They cast flickering shadows across the 
imitation Persian carpet, and licked teasingly at the overstuffed sofa of 
blue velveteen, and warmed the only other light in the room, the cool 
phosphorescence radiating from the television set. The candles were lit more 
for romantic reasons than to conserve electricity, for tonight Peggy was 
entertaining her current boyfriend, Bill Jeffries. They'd been at the 
pizzeria just around the comer of the block, and were now enjoying some 
burgundy wine and the candles, and pretty much ignoring the movie on the 
television while they cuddled together on the couch. 

Bill stroked Peggy's back, up and down along her spinal column, and made 
secret shivers course through her inexperienced young body. She curled up 
beside him, pressing against his clothing still damp from the wet night. 

"Oh, Bill," she sighed. "You do things to me...." 

The young man pressed his lips down, tasting the salt of their kiss. He 
kissed her again, feeling her stiffen with apprehension and restraint, but 
he kept on kissing her. Her breath didn't smell of cigarettes like so many 
girls' breath did, but milk-fresh and slightly tangy with the wine, and she 
held onto him despite her silent mental objections, sending his own loins 
stirring with rocket-like desire. He wanted her--God, how he wanted her! It 
might take awhile, for Peggy was no cosmopolitan pushover, ready to leap 
into bed with the crook of his finger. She'd hold out and make a big 
production out of it, but sooner or later he sensed that she'd surrender. 
She was a sexy, passionate girl underneath, all right! 

Slowly he moved his hand up to her left breast, and began squeezing it 
gently, tentatively...and as expected, Peggy lifted his offending hand away 
and shook her head. But her lips remained glued against his mouth, a strong 
indication of the conflicting desires straining inside of her. After 
stroking her rib-cage and thighs a few times, he put his hand once again on 
the bright pink bulge of her blouse-covered breast. This time she pinched 
the tender skin on the back of his hand as a warning for him to stop. 

"Let go, Bill," she said insistently, and pinched him again. 

"I need something to hold onto to keep from falling off the couch," he said, 
and groped again for her invitingly rounded young breast. 

"No...please!" she begged, and he could feel her body tensing for a 
struggle. 

"All right, relax," he said good-naturedly as they sat up. They broke their 
lover's clinch and smiled at each other, and as Bill Jeffries gazed at the 
beautiful, nubile blonde who was his girlfriend, he felt great love and 
tenderness. He allowed his eyes to roam over Peggy's luscious body, admiring 
the way she sat gracefully with her golden hair fanning across her shoulders 
and making a cameo of her face, at her tiny snub nose with its bridge of 
cute freckles, and her wide full lips so red and glistening from their 
recent kissing, at her firm full breasts rising and falling with the quick 
rhythm of her excited heart, at her flat belly, outlined as her thrusting 
breasts were by the wet material of her blouse. He glanced lower then, 
heatedly studying the way her short pleated skirt was stretched tight around 
her voluptuous thighs and curvaceous loins, and the way her bare, shapely 
legs were tucked beneath her, her stockinged feet resting on the cushions. 
Christ, if she'd let him, he'd rip her clothes off right then and there and 
ram seven inches of long hard cock right into that soft little belly of 
hers! But patience was what he needed most now, patience and cunning. . . 

Peggy Lawrence gazed longingly into her boyfriend's smoldering eyes as she 
returned his look. She'd never felt happier since that first evening they'd 
met, when he'd asked her to dance at a discotheque. Bill knew how to make 
her laugh and feel good inside, and was just plain fun to be around...even 
if those fiery eyes did seem sometimes as if he were mentally undressing 
her. He was six foot, muscular with a well-developed chest and arms, and his 
thickly curling dark hair framed a wise and interesting face with a long 
straight nose and thin mouth. He was so handsome and...well, virile! A brief 
thought crossed her mind, the remembrance of how tonight his masculinity had 
been so boldly outlined against the tight material of his damply pressing 
trousers, and how big his thing had seemed! She'd never seen a man's member, 
not even her daddy's, though she'd looked at her younger brother's tiny, 
immature penis back when he'd been a baby and needed changing. But not since 
then her father was a very, very modest person, and her mother was very 
strict about family decency. 

That instantaneous thought caused Peggy to blush slightly with involuntary 
embarrassment. Lord! She'd better not think of such wicked ideas, not around 
a twenty-three year old, up-and-coming bowling ball salesman like Bill! If 
he ever guessed what was going on in her mind, he might get the wrong 
impression about her! 

Oh, she'd had her share of boyfriends back in South Carolina, and had 
learned all about pawing hands and determined lunges. She'd been to enough 
dances and movies in high school and then later secretarial school to know 
what necking was, and yes, she had to admit she'd been turned on at such 
times. She'd been sent shivering with the touch and kiss of her latest love, 
and had had a hard time forcing herself to say no, no you can't, you 
mustn't. She'd had her experiences; she wasn't naive or stupid...but she was 
determined not to be a bad girl, either! 

Peggy realized, of course, why she'd remained a virgin despite the 
temptations she'd had to "go all the way". It had been her mother, her 
puritanical mother and her conservative Baptist upbringing. Her mother had 
instilled the quotations of St. Paul to the point where even now Peggy could 
recite passages concerning the devil's love of flesh and the meaning of 
original sin. Men were hardly better than animals at heart, and decent women 
could never willingly serve in the evil, filthy act of sexual intercourse. 
Logically, the young blonde girl knew these preachings were not only 
old-fashioned and outmoded, but patently false...but their constant 
reiteration over the years of her puberty had rooted them deeply in her 
subconscious. Love was pure; sex was sinful...and the two could never be 
joined where her basic emotions controlled her actions. 

It shamed her to recall the infrequent times she'd been unable to remain 
perfectly chaste and pure. Her brassiere had not always stayed in place, it 
being pushed up or undone and her soft breasts bared to the greedy caresses 
of passionate boys. And then there were the wet moist kisses on them, the 
suckling of her tingling nipples as if she were a mother and her date was 
her nursing babe...and she had moaned and twisted with electric sensations, 
panting and moaning from her conflicting desires. And the fingers, the 
teasing silken touch along her inner thighs, the magic press against her 
tender pubic mound, until at last she'd forced herself to overcome the 
salacious thrills and put an end to the evil dangers. 

And this time, far from home and her mother's lashing platitudes, she knew 
she was tempted more than ever to succumb. She knew that with the close and 
yearning body of her boyfriend Bill enveloping her, that this time it was 
different. She wasn't sure exactly why, just that it was, and that her own 
quivering flesh would betray her unless she was extremely careful. There was 
some crazy chemistry building between them, some special ingredient which 
hadn't been there with the other boys she'd known. When Bill's searching 
hand touched her blouse and cupped around her breast, it was only with the 
absolute limit of her self-control that she was able to stop him from 
exploring her willing body further. She told herself she had to, so that he 
wouldn't think his respect was wasted on her. No more wine for her tonight, 
she promised herself; no more wine, and very soon she'd tell him to go. 

But oh Lord, Bill had built a fire in her loins! Her sensitive vagina was 
beginning to seep a warm excited moisture down between the desire-swollen 
pussy-lips. She leaned up and ran her fingers across the chin and neck of 
the young man beside her, and pressed her palms against his temples. 

"I do like you, Bill," she said in a breathless, serious tone. "I like you 
maybe...maybe too much, in fact. But I...I'm simply not that sort of girl. 
Please try to understand." 

"You get me all steamed up, I understand that much," he whispered, pulling 
her close. "We haven't been together that long, y'know, but already I feel 
as if I've known you for years. I'm older than you are, and gone through a 
hell of a lot more than you. So why should you be able to do this to me?" 

Impulsively, the twenty-year old secretary embraced him, kissing with her 
lips crushed against his, and they were full, warm, and responsive. She had 
never dreamed that kissing could make her belly surge with such delicious 
thrills, and she involuntarily ground her firmly fleshed buttocks down 
against the cushions of the couch. The sensual motions caused her tightly 
stretched panties to dig into her moist cuntal slit and excite the nub of 
her tender clitoris, and she trembled, moaning again as she tried to control 
the first small teasers of forbidden pleasure. 

Bill sensed his girlfriend's tremulous response and pressed forward his 
advance. He clutched Peggy tighter to him, brazenly moving his hands along 
her sides, guiding his fingers up until they once more caressed her heaving 
breasts. She pressed her thighs tightly together to cease the spasming 
sensations his massaging fingers were producing down there, feeling the 
effect of his cupping, squeezing hands all the way down to the erotic cleft 
between her legs. 

"No, I told you no...." she whimpered through his ardent kisses, his tongue 
piercing her words, but her pleas were becoming progressively weaker. She 
tried to force him to stop by moving slightly away, and her short skirt 
hiked up higher over her rounded hips, exposing more of her youthful thighs 
and the white band of her thin nylon panties. She tried to pull her skirt 
down, her blush deepening as she realized her panties were becoming 
indecently wet from the warmly secreting fluids of her tingling vagina. 

But the young sporting goods salesman was not to be denied, and he kept his 
hands on her breasts, feeling her nipples harden under the thin material of 
her blouse and brassiere. He figured she was finally getting too aroused to 
really put up a fight, and that after all the other nights of battling, 
tonight might be the night...the night he'd sink his stiff cock deep into 
her tight little cunt and fuck her half to death! 

A warning bell rang in Peggy's distraught mind, but it was increasingly far 
away, dimmed by her rising passions and all the burgundy wine she'd drunk. 
She labored, gasping for breath, undulating her trembling buttocks down 
harder against the couch as she pushed the now heatedly swollen lips of her 
pussy against her panties in a vain attempt to put out the fire that was 
raging there. Bill continued to French kiss her while his thumb and 
forefinger rolled her distending, aching pink nipples, causing her to groan 
from the delightful sensations. Again she tried to pull away, bringing up 
her hand as she had before to pull his fingers from her breasts...but her 
hand would not obey her mind, and moved uselessly up to his hard-muscled arm 
instead. 

"No...no...." she murmured breathlessly. "Please no...." 

"Yes," Bill sighed wetly into her ear. "You love it, you know you do. You 
know you want me to do it...." 

"It's wrong, it's so wrong...." 

"Nothing that feels good can be wrong, Peggy," the young man intoned 
mesmerically. "You're a woman, Peggy, with a woman's body and desires...It's 
time for you to be a woman, all woman...." 

Peggy sucked in her breath from the audacity of her boyfriend's comments, 
not wanting to believe him and yet at the same time she did want to...she 
wanted to believe desperately. Perspiration trickled down between her full, 
pulsating breasts as she felt him tighten his grip upon her nipple. And then 
she gasped, for she felt his free hand fumbling beneath her blouse, up along 
the tingling bare skin of her back to the snaps of her brassiere. She 
squirmed harder against him, beginning to tremble violently, her mind 
whirling with an almost drugged passion for this handsome young man, her 
nerves shattering as she felt the snaps unfasten one by one. Her brassiere 
fell loose, and then his hand was around in front again, busy fingers now 
unbuttoning her blouse. In seconds, the flimsy material was spread aside, 
her loose brassiere pushed up. and his hungry hands caressing her nakedly 
revealed breasts. 

Peggy knew she should demand that he leave now; knew that she'd gone to far 
in allowing Bill to undress her this way. But the very lewdness of exposing 
her breasts to him increased the prurient desires hidden deep in the 
virginal confines of her moistening vagina, and she could not find the 
strength to voice her rapidly fading fears. 

As Bill squeezed and caressed her warmly responding mounds and tweaked their 
rigid pink nipples with one hand, his other hand once more went 
exploring...kneading the soft resilient flesh of her inner thighs. Peggy 
pressed her trembling buttocks down against the cushions to avoid his touch, 
the hot flood between her thighs drenching the crotch band of her panties 
while his fingers worked toward her moistly quivering cuntal crevice. He 
pulled her roughly to him and began kissing her with unbearable passion, and 
she found she could only nestle in his embrace and submit. 

The virginal blonde girl was awash with a flood of sensations: Bill's hands 
on her naked breasts and stocking-sheathed thighs, his hot tongue splurging 
in and out of her mouth, the heady sound of their excited breathing...She 
gasped from her own feeling of wantonness, and the spiraling craving deep in 
her belly, her instincts to fight him off swiftly disappearing under the 
barrage of wicked sensations that were conquering her will. Bill's hands 
kept on teasing up between her inner thighs, around the softly quivering 
moons of her buttocks and upward again to her thin nylon panties as his 
other hand shoved her miniskirt up around her waist. The thought raced 
through her mind that he was going to take her panties off and touch her 
there...there between her legs, and she struggled to find the energy to stop 
him. But her wine-filled blood boiled too heatedly, and his fingers were so 
insistent, that she could only undulate her cringing thighs with the rising 
tide of arousal that was swamping her moral resolve. 

"Bill...oh, Bill, what are you doing....? " she moaned as his lewdly roving 
hand finally reached the damp softness of her panties. His outstretched 
middle finger snaked fast beneath one elastic leg band, touching a spot 
where no one other than herself had ever touched before. He softly stroked 
the wet, hair-fringed lips of her vagina with a loving tenderness, causing 
them to flush and swell with further excited tinglings. Peggy involuntarily 
raised her hips, rotating her sex-innocent cunt in helpless eagerness and 
spreading her trembling legs wider apart so he could delve deeper up under 
her panties. Soon he was taunting the moist pink flesh of her open pussy 
slit, parting the soft, tender folds carefully with his hand until he was 
able to make the first searing contact with her hardened little clitoris. 
Her brain screamed with joy, and she mewled out her desire as she wrapped 
her arms around her boyfriend's neck and trailed warm kisses across his 
face. 

There was an odd sensation of weightlessness as the handsome young man moved 
both of them around on the couch, and then Peggy's passion-fogged mind 
caught on to what he wanted of her. She couldn't help herself as she lifted 
her quivering buttocks off the cushions and allowed Bill to gently peel her 
passion-sodden panties down...down her trembling thighs and legs, and off 
over her bare feet. He tossed them to the carpet and then lay down beside 
her, beginning to tease and caress her defenselessly open loins. Something 
seemed to snap then in the young secretary's delirious mind, and she made 
one last big effort to stop before it was too late. 

"No!" she gasped out frantically. "No, I told you, Bill! I'm not that kind 
of girl! No more, please!" 

The youth's only reply was a cynical chuckle. "Sure, you are! All real women 
are! Stop being a prick-teaser!" 

Prick-teaser! God, she'd never been talked to that way in all her life! But 
even as Peggy shuddered with shame and disgust, Bill's obscenity only seemed 
to excite her desires more. "I'm not teasing you!" she wailed. "I mean it! 
I'm a good girl!" 

But it was as if she'd never spoken. His hands prowled mercilessly up 
between her fearfully trembling thighs, brushing her velvety soft pubic hair 
until she thought she would die from the delicious sensations he was 
generating in her loins. His fingers followed her every wild motion, until 
they caught and splayed the tender pink lips of her tightly clasping pussy. 
His mouth pressed down hard and demanding upon hers, stifling another of her 
pleas, and the hopelessly aroused virgin sucked on his spearing tongue as it 
fluted into the hot wetness of her mouth, unable to contain herself as she 
writhed lewdly upon his fingers. 

Abruptly she heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper, and then Bill was 
wriggling out of his pants and undershorts. She heard him breathe harshly, 
and for the first time in her life she felt a man's stiffly throbbing penis 
pressing into the soft flesh of her naked hip. His fingers continued to 
assault her tingling cuntal slit, digging deeper and deeper with searing 
persistence. She jerked, a soul-searching moan escaping from her chest as 
she rolled her head from side to side, all the while grinding her naked 
buttocks down into the couch to escape his rapacious desires. 

"No, no, no," she chanted, and the word ricocheted around the walls of her 
lust-fevered mind. "Please no...no more...." she moaned, knowing she must 
stop him and stop herself but knowing she was already past the point of no 
return. She wanted him, wanted him deep in her belly as much as he wanted 
her...Lord in heaven, how she wanted to be made love to! 

Bill dropped his head to her breast, cupping it in one hand, and began 
sucking the tiny, berry-like nipple deeply into his urgent mouth. His other 
hand eased farther up into the hot moist confines of her throbbing pussy 
flesh, taunting the tight elastic mouth and teasing her hardened clitoris. 
He pushed one finger forward, trying to enter her perversely welcoming 
cunt.... 

"Ohhhhhh," a long groan escaped her lips, and she heard herself whimpering, 
"You've got to stop...I can't let you make love to me...I can't, I 
can't...." 

"The hell you can't," Bill groaned with obvious arousal. He was moving up 
over her, removing his fingers from the hotly clasping lips of her vagina 
and leaving her virginal little cunt on fire. His thick erection moved along 
the furrow of her inner thighs, dangerously close to the tender pink flesh 
of her pussy as he rolled atop her. Peggy could feel a warm stickiness on 
her flesh and wondered if he'd cum, yet his cock was still as rigid as a 
poker! It must be the lubricant men secrete, she thought dizzily.... 

"Hot damn." he crooned into her ear. "I can't wait to slide into you, baby! 
I can't wait another second!" 

"No, Bill, no!" she mewled. "I won't let you! I won't let you ruin me!" 

"Damn it, I've got to fuck you, baby!" he panted. "I've just got to!" 

He lunged forward, attempting to impale her tender cunt upon his 
lust-hardened penis, but still Peggy sought to preserve her virginity. She 
squeezed her legs tightly together, pleading wetly against his mouth, while 
he wormed the throbbing blunt head of his cock deeply into the softness of 
her pussy slit. 

"No, we'll be sorry if we do this! I don't...don't want it to happen this 
way! Noooo!" 

The sex-minded salesman squirmed harder in his effort to penetrate her. 
"Who's going to be sorry? I'm not! Goddamn it, I'm going to be sorry if I 
don't! I'm about ready to pop my nuts, I tell you, and if I do, then you'll 
be the one who's sorry!" 

Mother, Mother, save me! her tortured mind screamed, even as his every lunge 
sent wild sensations of sinful desire through her. His round-headed penis 
rubbed tantalizingly against the bud of her clitoris, her young cunt 
flowering open and angling upward in its own betrayal of all she knew was 
right and proper. In a last-ditch move of desperation, she reached down 
between their writhing bodies and took his lust-rigid cock in her hands, 
squeezing it in an anguished attempt to halt him before she capitulated and 
he fucked up into her with his hotly thrusting shaft. 

"You bitch! You slut, you whore!" her boyfriend babbled mindlessly. "You're 
going to make me cum doing that! Agg! I am! Oh shit in a sock, I'm going to 
cummmm!" 

As she grappled with his turgidly jerking penis, he continued to pump wildly 
and shout obscenities. She felt his penis expand in her clutching fingers, 
and suddenly hot thick semen poured out from its widening tip, inundating in 
creamy surges the satin flesh between her legs. His surging cum blanketed 
her inner thighs and covered her pink, quivering cunt and golden pubic hair, 
trickling lewdly down the crevice of her clenching thighs. 

"Oh! Oh!" the young man groaningly panted, and then with one last spurt of 
his semen, he collapsed on top of Peggy, forcing her down into the cushion 
where his heated seed was pooling. She felt his sperm's unctuous warmth 
spreading across the smooth, cringing flesh of her twisting buttocks, and 
humiliated and ashamed beyond belief, she started to cry. 

"Yah, go on and bawl, you bitch," Jeffries snarled as he sat up. He eased 
off of her supine body and stood up beside the couch, his cock already 
beginning to deflate and grow limp. Peggy turned imploring, tear-blurred 
eyes toward him, and despite her loathing, she couldn't help staring at his 
now flaccid penis. Then, recalling how it had looked only seconds before, so 
long and thick and hard, almost angry-red with its lust to rape her, she 
squeezed her eyes shut and averted her face. "Bill...." 

"Shut up! Just shut up, you prick-teaser!" he spat down at her, grabbing his 
pants from the floor. "I don't know what made me want to waste my time with 
a little baby like you!" 

"Please, don't be-" 

"Damned right, I am! I'm pissed off solid, bitch, and I'm going to stay that 
way!" He stuffed in his shirt and wrenched his belt through its buckle. 
"You're not going to make an ass out of William Tanner Jeffries and get a 
second chance later!" 

"Bill, I'm sorry! I-" 

"Sure, you're sorry! I told you, you'd be sorry! What the hell, a little 
fuck would've been nice for both of us, a sweet little party on a cold 
night! But no, not you! Well, go back to playing with dolls, bitch, I'm 
getting out of this chicken outfit!" 

Still snarling with frustration and rage, the twenty-three year old bowling 
ball salesman whipped his coat from a nearby chair and stomped for the door. 
Yanking the door open, he stood in the threshold and glared malevolently 
back at the voluptuous blonde still lying naked on the couch. The contempt 
in his eyes was mirrored in Peggy's own mind, her head whirling with so much 
confusion, despair and guilt, that she didn't even care that anybody passing 
by in the hall outside could see her this way. 

"No, Bill, no don't go this way! Try to understand!" 

"Get stuffed," he said, and slammed the door after him. 

Peggy was all alone. 

She lay unmoving in utter misery, her heart tormented to its extreme. She 
stared down at the slowly drying cum puddled on her still innocent pubic 
mound and lower belly, and the ache in her aroused and unsatisfied pussy was 
a sore reminder of what she'd nearly lost her virginity and what she'd lost 
in the way of a boyfriend by her refusal. I should have let him...I should 
have let him...she moaned to herself as she wept piteously. Bill was the 
right one, the healthy one, and quite properly disgusted by her. She was 
wrong for turning the God-given pleasure of sex into something dirty and 
evil. Sex wasn't evil, it was good! Now there was no more Bill, no more 
hands and mouth and eyes or that marvelously looking erection of his.... 

How Peggy wished she could respond the way a woman should! She could almost 
imagine the way it would have been if she'd let him make love to her; the 
way the two of them would look right now, coupled and enjoying each other, 
instead of her being all alone and despondent on the couch. Yes...in her 
mind's eye Peggy could just see the way it'd be, Stevie straddling her 
thighs the way he had, kissing her while his excitedly hardened penis rubbed 
against her quivering, wetly aching vagina. Only this time, she wouldn't 
press her legs together and fight him off...she would welcome him, spreading 
her thighs eagerly so he could soothe the raging fires of passion roaring in 
her belly. 

Lord! What am I dreaming? The naked blonde girl shuddered, shocked at her 
lewd thoughts. And yet, she couldn't help shutting her eyes again and 
conjuring up the delicious image of her boyfriend's wonderful hard cock, and 
she held her breath, feeling a strange series of tingling sensations lancing 
through her loins. She recognized what was happening inside of her now, 
knowing that she was starting to submit to the only form of sexual release 
she'd ever been able to allow herself to enjoy. As a little girl, prior to 
when the boys her age had sexually developed, and long before her mother had 
poisoned her mind to the joys of her body, Peggy had learned the delightful 
art of masturbation. 

Her stern mother had never mentioned the practice of self-manipulation, and 
Peggy secretly suspected her of doing it instead of having sex with Mr. 
Lawrence: But that had no bearing on the erotic thrills which she'd learned 
to extract from her own young flesh, and often as a budding girl she had 
locked herself in her room and fingered herself to spiraling climaxes. Since 
then she'd read that masturbation was neither wicked nor harmful, and that 
many women actually receive greater satisfaction from it than from normal 
intercourse. She wasn't too sure about the last part, not having experienced 
normal intercourse yet, but the authoritative information had set her qualms 
at ease, and she played with her pussy whenever her frustrations became to 
great to control. 

Now, lying nakedly quivering and exposed on the couch, she allowed the 
prurient dream of Bill Jeffries fucking her deep back into her mind. She 
remembered how her loins had arched upward to receive him of their own 
volition, and how his naked buttocks had moved so that his lusty penis could 
slide up and down between the swollen lips of her sensitive vagina. 
Yes...and now she imagined she was urging him on, her inner thighs and 
buttock muscles tightening as he slipped the blunt bulbous head of his 
blood-swollen cock inside her cunt. He was prodding her hymen now, pushing 
gently, lovingly, and she wrapped her arms around him in passionate 
desire.... 

God, not only could she see it in her mind, she could almost feel it as 
well! She opened her eyes and looked down at her breasts, seeing that their 
nipples were turgid and jutting straight up from their wide, pink areolas. A 
fluttering excitement churned in her belly, in spite of her knowing how lewd 
and wanton it was to let these images filter through her thoughts. She moved 
her hand from the side of the couch, her guilt assuaged by the knowledge 
that she was alone with her reveries, and that dreaming was not the same as 
actually doing it. Her hand slid higher, and hesitantly, almost 
experimentally, touched her breasts as Bill had done. The contact of her 
fingers intensified the throbbing in her unrequited pussy, her entire being 
trembling slightly as she lay along the cushions.... 

Ah...Bill was on top of her naked body, his breath hot in her ear, his thick 
hard penis just inside the warmly straining lips of her cunt. She was 
begging for him now, her vaginal mouth dilating so he could slip more of his 
thrusting cock into her belly...it was slipping deeper, deeper up inside her 
cunt, her aching, desire-filled cunt. . . 

A wave of remorse made Peggy halt momentarily in her fantasizing, but there 
was no use deluding herself, she was aroused, hotly aroused, and she was 
alone. If only Bill were here, she'd let him make love to her this time, for 
she needed release badly desperately! It was so obscene, so immoral to 
continue these licentious thoughts, and yet oh God, it was so exciting to 
her! She began massaging her breasts again as she slowly capitulated to her 
physical urgency, which was now surging like a tidal wave through her belly 
and loins.... 

"Yes, darling Bill...take me...take me now...." She could sense his 
handsome, muscular body pressing upon hers once again while she whispered 
entreaties into his ear. Her breasts were being flattened and the breath 
crushed from her lungs as his needed penis soared into her waiting vagina 
and burst her innocence forever. "Make love to me. Bill, make love to me. . 
. " 

With a low mewl of uncontained passion, Peggy let her other hand slowly 
caress the smooth, flat plane of her stomach, down around the soft, blonde 
fleece of her pubic hair, avoiding the white pools of her boyfriend's cum to 
move out around her hips and buttocks. But then her fingers roamed 
insidiously across her thighs again, closer to where the young man had 
ejaculated upon her naked cuntal flesh and pubic hair, and she couldn't help 
wondering what it would feel like to touch the male-fresh liquid. Closing 
her eyes once more against the guilt of her yearnings, she let her hand 
dabble in his warm semen, tentatively rubbing the milky fluid between her 
fingertips. She found the tactile sensations pleasing, creamy and warm like 
the finest lotion, and she dipped lower, eager for more. She opened the 
moistly covered lips of her vagina and parted the desire-soaked blonde hair, 
sliding in and finding the erect bud of her clitoris quivering with 
anticipation. 

No...No, this is indecent and sinful...she told herself, but it's somehow so 
satisfying...She circled her clitoris with her fingernail, spreading the 
juices of Bill's cum in a loving caress, sighing between her teeth as her 
probing hand felt its way to her wet vagina. Her thighs widened to her 
squirming touch, and she pinched the tender flesh of her cuntal lips and 
mouth, luxuriating in the sharp pain as her naked hips jerked upward off the 
couch. Then, legs splayed wide, she jammed her outstretched middle finger 
deep into her hungry pussy, pressing herself down tight to the cushion as 
she finger-fucked herself, writhing and twisting, obscenely pressing as much 
of Bill's sperm into her cunt as she could. The cords of her neck stood out 
and the mattress squeaked as she lashed and bucked with the fever of her 
new-found perversion.... 

...And as she finger-fucked herself, she dreamed of Bill's long hard penis 
filling her pussy instead of her fingers. He was pumping furiously into her, 
his hardened cock sliding in and out while his tongue was deep, deep in her 
mouth, slaving in the same rapacious rhythm as his fucking. His blunt 
cock-head was burgeoning with his semen as he suddenly raised up his head 
and cried out his orgasm, and yes! Yes! His cum was flowing into her womb, 
filling the hotly clasping channel of her pussy with moist lubricity just as 
her fingers were actually doing. She heaved her own buttocks up to meet him, 
not wanting to lose a single drop of his precious seed Nothing existed in 
her mind other than the delirious dreams of her passionate lover, her mind 
and body racing for her own seething climax.... 

God, she was there! She was cumming! She whipped her finger wildly in her 
open pussy, up inside her wetly pulsing orifice and frothing the semen which 
covered her loins. The white-hot juices of her own orgasm gushed from around 
her hotly skewering fingers, mixing with the remainder of Bill's sperm and 
flowing down onto the couch below. She could hear herself screaming out to 
the empty apartment a piercing cry of joy...and then there was utter 
silence.... 

Peggy Lawrence stayed the way she was, with her hands pressed lewdly tight 
upon her breast and inside her pussy. She couldn't bring herself to let go 
until the last dying throbs had stilled in her loins. At last her fingers 
slithered wetly from her liquid-coated vagina, and she rolled limply over on 
her side. God, she'd never had a climax that wild before! She felt 
absolutely drained, truly possessed by her obscene fantasies, thoroughly 
driven to new depths of lewd desire! But a dream was one thing, and reality 
another...wasn't it? 

The naked young blonde sighed and rose from the couch, her ivory-toned flesh 
gleaming moistly with perspiration and secretions. She felt vaguely 
frustrated for some inexplicable reason, as if she were upset by her 
perverted desire to finger Bill's drying sperm, and the intensity of her 
orgasm which had followed. She padded barefoot into her bedroom and began 
searching for a nightgown to wear to bed, even considering sleeping naked 
for a moment before the recollection of what she'd done on the couch made 
her hastily abandon the immodest idea. She wondered as she took out a clean 
nightie and slipped it over her head, what might happen next if she 
continued fondling herself with such lewd ideas spurring her on. And in the 
back of her mind was the frightening truth she didn't want to face that she 
wouldn't be able to deny herself much longer the needed sex she'd avoided 
for so long. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Peggy Lawrence could not shake the ghost of depression and trepidation which 
consistently haunted her from the night before. She sat at her desk toward 
the rear of Senator Maurice Flynn's luxurious anteroom, and as she'd done so 
many times during the day, she paused to glance around tremulously as if her 
brooding oppression had an actual physical presence there. But the office 
was silent and empty save for herself, and all she saw were the four 
wood-paneled walls; the large window overlooking the mall of the Senate 
Office Building; the portraits of Washington, Lincoln and the current 
president; the flag standing listlessly in one corner, and a number of 
expensively carved cabinets, chairs, desks and tables. 

Then she gazed down at herself, knowing she was primly dressed from choke 
collar to mid-thigh in an emerald green wool dress and that she displayed no 
signs of her experience last night. Yet despondently she felt the marks were 
there, burned in her heart and soul like the brands of an iron. The young 
blonde secretary sighed pensively and looked back at the almost completed 
letter in her typewriter, wanting to shake the lewd memories from her mind 
but finding it hopeless. Her head dwelled perversely on how she'd allowed 
her boyfriend Bill to undress her and slide his lust-hardened penis in 
between her entrapping thighs...and how she'd actually taken hold of his 
warm rigid cock with her hands and squeezed it until it had ejaculated all 
over her pubic mound...and then how she'd wantonly wallowed in the obscene 
fantasy of him making love to her while she masturbated with his cum still 
covering her naked flesh. Lord, by all rights her shame should be showing as 
clear as the summer sun! How she wished the day would end so she could go 
back to her dark apartment and hide her betraying body from the world! 

But almost as if fate were heaping punishment on her, this day was one of 
the busiest she'd had since coming to work for the Senator. The pile of 
papers had grown enormous since Maurice Flynn had become chairman of the 
Subcommittee on Pornography and Violence and more so recently after he'd 
lambasted the President for being "soft on smut" during a nationwide 
television interview. The resulting letters had been a flood, coming not 
only from the Senator's own constituency but from across the entire country. 
Church leaders were demanding stiffer laws to protect their flock, moralists 
were decrying the decay of America; and the Christian Ladies' Action Party, 
an offshoot of the Midwestern Christian Right and Purity League, were on a 
door-to-door fund-raising campaign. In fact, on one of the other desks in 
the anteroom sat one of the now-famous red, white and blue C.L.A.P. Cans for 
C.R.A.P. People stopping in were expected to contribute what they could. 

Peggy couldn't refuse the overtime work, and groaning to herself now, she 
determined to finish as fast as she could the letters Senator Flynn wanted 
mailed tonight. She turned her head one more time from the typewriter to 
stare at the slit of light coming from beneath his closed door, and inwardly 
she prayed the door would stay that way, and he wouldn't want anything more 
done on top of everything else. Then, almost angrily, she resumed her work, 
cursing herself for procrastinating. What was done was done, and there was 
no use wasting any more time moaning over it. After all, it wasn't as if 
she'd really let Bill make love to her! There wasn't any use torturing 
herself over allowing things to get out of control; she couldn't go back and 
live the evening differently, and the important point was to learn from her 
mistakes. She'd be more disciplined in the future, careful of her relations 
with boys and watchful of her imagination so nothing worse happened. In time 
she would meet a man who could love her as God intended, and she would be 
able to love him decently in return.... 

Her contemplations were interrupted by the waspish buzz of the intercom. 
Senator Flynn was always wanting something! Reluctantly, his morose young 
secretary depressed the switch. 

"Yes sir?" 

"Peggy, would you step in my private office a moment?" 

"I still have the Gunderson letter to do sir." 

"Never mind that now," came the brisk answer. "Yes, sir." 

Sharon picked up a pen and her shorthand note pad and walked to the door, 
opening it without knocking. This was the aide's office where four young men 
none of whom appealed to her worked as assistants to the Senator. Beyond 
that was another door, leading to the Senator's private secretary, a 
hook-nosed old battle-axe named Elmira Thrush. Miss Thrush patted the tight 
bun of her hair with long nasty fingernails, narrowing her eyes as Peggy 
passed her desk. As old as the Senator, she was an invaluable storehouse of 
information and a veritable whirlwind of activity, devoting her life to his 
career. Miss Thrush was the only truly permanent part of Maurice Flynn's 
Washington operations, his aides and secondary secretaries like Peggy 
changing from year to year. 

Peggy tapped on the inner office door, the sanctum sanctorum of the 
important and powerful Senator. Miss Thrush sniffed suspiciously as Flynn 
called out for her to enter, and Peggy almost let out a sigh of relief as 
she closed the door on the silent but beadily staring older woman. 

Senator Flynn smiled disarmingly as he came out from behind his desk. He was 
wearing a modish chalk-stripe gray suit and a blue-and-gold tie, his hair a 
thick white mane perfectly in place. Lord! He was an impressive man! Peggy 
thought. At fifty-five he still had the shape of a man half his age, almost 
magnetic in his stance and bearing, his voice so melodious and stirring that 
some of the less respectful people around the capital called him "Old 
Honey-Pot." 

"What is it sir?" 

"Sit down Peggy," he said with his warm full voice. "I have some news for 
you. Good news, I believe you'll find." 

Curiosity raised, Peggy seated herself in the chair next to his long, walnut 
desk, placing her notepad on the polished wood surface and waited for her 
boss to explain. He didn't speak at once but walked from behind his desk and 
to a small closet that was built into one wall. Peggy wasn't surprised when 
he opened the closet and brought out a bottle of bourbon; the Senator, she 
knew, was fond of his liquid refreshment. There was one occasion when 
Flynn's aides were to meet him at the airport, but instead of a returning 
Senator, they found several cases of bourbon bought by him cut-rate during 
one of his many "fact-finding" junkets. And during his windier spells on the 
Senate floor, he often requested a paper cup of something refreshing to 
sooth his parched throat; the pages made certain that the cup did not 
contain water. But Peggy had long ago concluded that everybody has their 
foibles, and if Senator Flynn happened to drink a wee bit too much that 
certainly didn't detract from the great and noble statesman he was. 

She was somewhat startled, however, when the Senator brought out two glasses 
and asked her: "Would you care to join me for a small drink?" 

"Well, I don't think-" 

"I'm sorry if all I have is bourbon. I can mix it with a little water. Or do 
you prefer ice?" 

Peggy wasn't sure how to refuse. The way the Senator was asking it sounded 
almost like a command, and she certainly didn't want to offend him. "A...a 
small one then, with water. Please make it very light." 

"Naturally," he said, beaming. "Hate to ruin the good taste of bourbon, but 
I understand perfectly." 

Inside the closet was a tiny refrigerator from which he took a pitcher of 
chilled water. As he mixed her drink, the Senator glanced covertly at his 
unsuspecting secretary sitting in the chair. Christ, is she stacked with 
eatable goodies! he thought lewdly to himself, licking his lips. Almost 
worth giving up a month's supply of bourbon for! 

He admired Peggy's young lithe figure so tightly packaged in her green 
dress, his eyes roving over the round full contours of her breasts and 
buttocks. Ever since he'd met her back in Rock Falls while he'd been 
stomping the back country for votes, he'd had the lewd desire to rampage her 
little cunt with his hard cock. As soon as she'd gushed her admiration for 
him and blurted out that she'd gone to secretarial school and was thinking 
of moving to a big city, he knew she was to be his next secretary. Hiring 
the pretty daughters of local constituents was a simple but effective method 
of wooing grass-roots support as well as wooing appreciative nubile girls 
still fresh and innocent the way he loved them. And the local constituents 
showed their enthusiasm by re-electing him every term. 

And naming an airport after him. 

And a highway which passed a seven-foot granite column with a heroic bust of 
himself. 

And paying for a military housing development which bore a portion of his 
name. 

And even though against regulations, dedicating a post office to him. 

Senator Maurice Flynn was one of them, after all a local boy making good in 
rascally Washington; a simple farmer who never lost his homespun virtues; an 
honorable believer in the American Way forever battling "fat cat Government 
spending" and "creeping Socialism". Of course, his farm was a little larger 
than most of his neighboring sharecroppers' lands: six thousand acres, 
valued at over three and a half million dollars. When Senator Flynn was on 
the Agriculture and Forestry Committee, he worked to raise price-supports on 
cotton, voting for a bill that offered supports only to farmers removing a 
portion of their land from cultivation. This year Senator Flynn estimated 
he'd make over one hundred thirty thousand dollars for cotton he hadn't 
raised. But as he was fond of saying: "If the people are for you, nothing 
else matters. Yaaasss...." 

What the peanut fanners down home didn't know or care enough to find out was 
that their distinguished solon believed in being for himself. As his 
seniority increased he found himself on important committees, able to help 
himself by merely doing nothing. His probe of Hollywood made large headlines 
then died to a trickle after a major movie association contributed to his 
campaign fund. While on the Subcommittee on Antitrust and Monopoly examining 
the abuses of the drug companies, he lost interest in the investigation 
after a thousand-dollar donation from the largest exporting drug company in 
America. Now, as chairman of the Subcommittee on Pornography and Violence, 
his public image as a fearless and honest battler was heightened still 
more...but in the back of his mind he was shaping and molding the details of 
Peggy Lawrence's seduction by using that very committee against her! He 
realized that as much as he wished to corrupt this fair-haired nymph, the 
physical conquest must follow a stage of mental submission, a lessening of 
barriers when she'd be lulled and caught unawares. And if he were successful 
in fucking his tender naive secretary, there'd come a few other surprises 
for her...but only if he were careful now.... 

"I wanted to say, my dear," Flynn smiled as he handed Peggy her drink, "How 
pleased I am with your work." 

"Why...why thank you, sir." His compliment made her blush slightly with 
pleasure, and she sipped her drink to hide her flustered consternation. 

"No, no, I mean it," Flynn said, sitting back down behind his desk. "You've 
proven to be alert, competent and reliable, and believe me Peggy, here in 
Washington with all the pressures that are on me a secretary like you is 
worth her weight in gold. Yaasss." 

"I...I only do what I can, sir." 

"Well, I believe you can do more in the sense that we can use your talents 
to greater advantage, that is," he added hastily. "A most interesting and 
challenging position has opened up, my dear, and I want you to fill it." 

"You...you do?" Peggy's mouth felt dry and parched, and her heart was 
hammering in her chest. Again she took a swallow of her bourbon and water, 
almost without realizing what she was doing. "If I can be of any service; I 
mean I want to stay in Washington and...." 

Senator Flynn waved his hand, and she closed her babbling mouth. He chuckled 
fatherly then, running a corded hand through his long white hair, and said 
to her, "To be truthful, child, I opened up the position myself. You see, 
there is simply too much work attached to my new subcommittee, and I'm 
finding that as efficient as you and Miss Thrush are, we're falling behind. 
I can always get typists from the office pool, but that only raised other 
problems. They don't know my office routine or my personal habits, and 
they're only temporary at best. Also, it really isn't fair to use them other 
than as typists, and what is required is more of a 'girl-Friday,' 
imaginative and dedicated. Moreover, there's the delicate problem of 
material...." 

Peggy shook her head, still feeling dizzily excited by what the Senator was 
telling her. And yet he was being terrifically vague, and she didn't quite 
grasp the full meaning behind his pause after the word "material." She 
cleared her throat and said, "I'm sorry sir, I'm afraid I still don't 
understand." 

"Well, my dear, to put it bluntly, I want to promote you to being my special 
assistant. Assistant to the Chairman of the Subcommittee on Pornography and 
Violence. How does that sound?" 

"Oh Senator Flynn!" Peggy gasped in delight. 

"There'll be a new civil service rating, of course, and a raise in pay," he 
continued. "I'll hire another girl for your job in the anteroom, and you can 
start your new duties immediately. Are you interested?" 

"Am I! I'm...I'm overwhelmed!" 

"It's a big step for you my child, a biiiig step, yaaasss. But-" and here 
the Senator hesitated again, taking a long pull on his glass of straight 
bourbon "but there's the matter of the material." 

"You mean the...the....? " 

"That's right, the pornography. As chairman, much of the smut and filth 
being peddled openly is brought to my personal attention by concerned lawmen 
and outraged parents throughout this great and glorious land of ours. 
Yaaasss. As my assistant, you may become ah...exposed to some of it, and I 
don't with that it offend you. If you feel it might," he warned with a 
paternal frown, "if you have the slightest doubt as to your ability to 
handle such lewdness and immorality with the objectiveness necessary to do 
your job then please tell me now." 

Peggy sat in silence for a moment not sure how to respond. She knew that the 
Senator had only her own interests at heart and that he was warning her for 
her own good. And yet she felt slightly rankled as if he were lecturing a 
little girl too young to see a "naughty" picture. The bourbon she'd consumed 
swirled through her bloodstream giving her courage, and taking a deep 
breath, she replied, "Well, I'm old enough to see X rated films if I want, 
sir, and I've taken sex education courses in school. I think you'll find me 
harder to shock than you might suppose." 

Senator Flynn smiled over the rim of his glass. "Yassss, I believe you'll 
work out just fine. Young ladies your age are far better equipped to face 
the ah...facts of life than people of my era. Then may I assume you'll 
accept the position?" 

"Yes, oh yes!" the blonde girl said with fervency and then added saucily, 
"Whatever I may read, see or hear, sir, might disturb my sense of taste. But 
not my morals." 

"Well, let's hope so, my dear," came the good-natured rejoinder. 

For a few minutes Peggy and the Senator continued drinking their bourbons, 
Flynn filled with a lewd satisfaction he was hard pressed to disguise, and 
his new assistant determined to show she was brave enough for anything. She 
wasn't a baby any longer, and she felt goaded by the remembrance of Stevie's 
words when he'd walked out on her. She was twenty years old and considered 
herself quite mature, and just because she was a virgin didn't mean she was 
angelically innocent! Last night's horrible mess was proof enough of that! 

Nevertheless, she hadn't ever seen one of those X rated films, and she 
couldn't help wondering if they were as bad as she'd heard. They showed 
nudity and two people making love, but surely they couldn't show everything 
or did they? And what about all the pictures and photographs and books she'd 
have to sift through for Senator Flynn? Well, nothing could possibly be as 
scandalous and prurient as her own imaginings when she was alone and 
masturbating! And yet...A shiver of hesitation ran up her spine in spite of 
the excitement over her promotion. She began to doubt that she should have 
been so eager to accept, considering that she didn't know the extent or 
nature of the obscenities she'd be forced to deal with. But it was too late 
now; she'd given Senator Flynn her answer, and she wasn't about to back 
down. Then she would look childish! Lord, Mother would have a heart attack 
if she knew what I'll be doing in the future....! 

"Now as I said, this begins immediately," Senator Flynn told her seriously. 
"I was hoping...But no, perhaps you're too busy with your own private 
affairs." 

"These days I'm quite free," Peggy replied, swallowing the thought that 
after last night she was free of Stevie Shannon whether she liked it or not. 
"Yes, quite free indeed, sir." 

"Good, good. Then perhaps tonight....? " 

"Tonight? Oh, but-" 

"Since you have nothing planned," the wily old politician said suavely. He 
leaned forward still more, looking directly into her eyes, his words 
poisoned honey. "A quick dinner someplace, and then I can begin introducing 
you to what will be required in your new and I hope permanent position. We 
must get it straight between us as soon as possible, my child." About seven 
inches of straight, hard cock between us, that is! 

Confusion reigned in Peggy's mind. She still felt distraught and morbid over 
what she'd done the previous night, and the desire to be alone tonight and 
calm her ragged nerves remained strong in her mind. But Senator Flynn had 
just dropped a bombshell in her lap, and her thoughts were dazed with its 
explosive implications. He was offering her a chance for a real career, an 
advancement into importance and influence which would leave her routine job 
of typing far behind. Intuitively the young girl knew that right now was a 
crucial test, and that the Senator was weighing her reactions carefully to 
see if his trust and faith in her were well founded. 

Dinner with Senator Flynn, and then....? Well, that part didn't worry her 
too much. She knew it was perfectly proper nowadays for a girl of her age to 
be publically squired by a bachelor of his years, her mother and Rock Falls 
notwithstanding. Moreover, Senator Flynn had always been the very soul of 
gentlemanly discretion, so she doubted anything immodest would happen when 
they were alone. And yet there was the matter of this material, this 
pornography, which was strange and unknown to her, adding a pervading aura 
of something wrong, something almost deliciously wrong...as if she were 
skirting danger and secretly relishing her brush with fate. 

Peggy sipped the last of her bourbon, balancing the pros and cons quickly in 
her mind. Then she set the empty glass down on his desk and told the 
Senator, "Yes, sir. I'd love to have dinner with you." 

"Excellent!" Flynn smiled. "I'm sure you'll discover this to be the start of 
a long and ah...meaningful relationship. Yaaass. We won't leave here for 
another couple of hours, though, and I'm sure you'll want to finish the work 
you have....? " 

"Yes, yes indeed," Peggy replied, sensing the signal that her interview was 
over. She rose, scooped up her pad and pencil and headed for the door. With 
her hand on the knob she paused, glancing over her shoulder to add, "And 
thank you, Senator. Thank you very much." 

"Ah, don't thank me yet, child. Don't thank me until you find out exactly 
what your position will entail!" Spread-legged and whimpering to be fucked, 
that's what it'll entail, Senator Flynn thought salaciously as he watched 
his secretary's pert rear end undulate out of the office. Writhing and 
panting and naked beneath me that's what her new position will be after 
tonight....! 

Pleased to the point of humming tunelessly to himself, he keyed his intercom 
again and spoke into it. "Miss Thrush?" 

His private and most personal secretary responded immediately in her arched, 
almost imperious voice. "Sir?" 

"Get me Congressman McHugh, will you? I believe he'll be over at the Rayburn 
House Office Building now; if not, try his home number. I must reach him at 
once." 

"Yes sir." 

The intercom went dead, and for a few minutes Senator Flynn waited silently 
while Miss Thrush telephoned over to where the Representatives had their 
offices. Jerome K. McHugh, geriatric Representative from Oklahoma, had been 
owed a favor ever since he had supported Flynn in a Joint House session. 
McHugh had hinted how he wished to be repaid after Flynn had formed his 
Subcommittee on Pornography and Violence, and as enigmatic as he'd been, 
Flynn had caught the message loud and clear. Long before McHugh had won his 
reputation as the guardian of the oil industry, he was notorious around 
Washington as a swinger, and whereas Flynn was nicknamed "Old Honey-Pot," 
McHugh was termed "Hot-Pants." 

Well finally I've got just the ticket to even the score, Flynn thought with 
wicked relish. That ol' fucker will jump at this like a blue-tick hound dog 
after a treed coon...and I won't blame him at all! Have to be careful what I 
say on the phone, though; never can tell these days about bugs. Terrible 
state of affairs when you don't know who to trust. Oughta be a law. . . 

The telephone beside his elbow jingled, and Senator Flynn snatched up the 
receiver. "Hello, Jerome? Flynn here." 

"Afternoon, Maurice," came the cracked, aging voice of the sixty-nine year 
old Representative. "That buzzard of yours said it was important." 

"It is. Listen, you remember that ah...matter we were discussing in the 
cloakroom last Tuesday? After the joint meeting?" 

"The....? Oh, yes! Yes now that you mention it, I do." 

"I have what you want, Jerome, nicely packaged and ready for delivery. 
Interested?" 

"Always. Tell me more, Maurice." 

Flynn smiled cynically, almost able to hear McHugh drooling with excitement 
on the mouthpiece. "Well, it looks as if I'll have to do the unwrapping just 
to check the contents if you get what I mean. But after that it's all 
yours." 

"Huh. I don't think there's anything you can do to harm the goods." McHugh 
cackled at his insulting dig then added, "The important thing is if they're 
up to snuff. Quality merchandise only, Maurice, new and unused." 

"Check for yourself, you old codger," Flynn retorted good-naturedly. "That 
young blonde secretary of mine, the new one I brought up from home by the 
name of Peggy Lawrence? 

Well, she's the one delivering tonight at my apartment. Can you make it?" 

"Can I--? Christ, does a bear shit in the woods? I'll be there. What time?" 

"You arrive around eight-thirty. We won't be there yet, not until about 
nine, I suppose, but I'll give instructions to the doorman of the building 
to let you in. Now listen carefully. Tip the doorman heavily and instruct 
him not to tell me that you're waiting in my apartment; we'll want the 
package to be a surprise. Then go into my bedroom and through my right-hand 
closet door." 

"You want me to wait in your closet? You're out of your mind if you think 
I'm going to hunch down among your clothes like some half-witted lover!" 

"Hush up, Jerome! Jesus, these phones....! You'll see what I mean when you 
get there, and I do mean see." 

McHugh paused for a moment, reflecting on the Senator's obscure meaning. 
He'd been up to that apartment before and recalled how the living room had 
looked, the only part he'd really seen. See...See...Oh-ho! So that was it! 
There'd been a large mirror on one wall, the wall which backed the bedroom! 
"I understand crystal clear," he said at last, gleefully. "Yes, I'm 
mirroring your thoughts, Maurice." 

"Good, good, I'm sure you would. Yaass. 

Now, about this new bill to curb potato blight. I was wondering...." 

Senator Flynn and Representative McHugh conversed on general political 
topics for a few more minutes, the important reason for the call now 
completed. Finally Flynn rang off and he got up to pour himself another 
bourbon. The evilly erotic plan he'd formed stirred his blood and made his 
penis itch with longing. He felt it throb in his trousers with anticipation. 
By God, he'd really done one this time! he gloated to himself as he tipped 
the bottle. It calls for a celebration and he added an extra couple of 
fingers of the bonded whiskey to his glass before returning to his desk.... 

...Meanwhile, Representative McHugh settled back in his leather swivel chair 
thinking over Senator Flynn's phone call. His wrinkled old scrotum fairly 
ached from the proposition he'd just received, for he had seen Peggy 
Lawrence around the halls and had always admired her tight-assed 
full-breasted nubility. Damnation! So Flynn was going to offer his own 
secretary's soft young cunt in payment for that vote last week, was he? Tit 
for tat, so to speak...and wild horses couldn't keep him, McHugh, from 
collecting that luscious, gift-wrapped present! 

Yet McHugh was too crafty a politician not to know the worth of favors and 
the strings attached to this one. Wrinkle-faced, bald and slightly stooped, 
he pushed the upper plate of his false teeth tighter against his mouth with 
one liver-spotted hand a habit of his whenever he contemplated angles and 
pondered the situation. Flynn was definitely overpaying that vote. How much 
did the Senator figure the extra bonus was worth and how much did he hope to 
extract in the future? That he eventually would was no question to McHugh; 
Flynn was one man who always got his pound of flesh. 

But McHugh was no slouch when it came to favors, either. No politician was 
and lasted long in Washington. McHugh had long ago learned that favors 
grease the wheels, and behind his facade as a relentless and impartial 
legislator lurked a lawyer who remembered his lessons well. His law firm 
back in Texas listed four of the largest oil corporations in America, 
according to the Martindale-Hubbard directory. Besides law fees, the oil 
interests 'favored' him with campaign contributions, stock tips and even 
cash under the counter. In return, McHugh did his damndest to legislate tax 
loopholes which saved oilmen billions a year and fought to widen the 
depletion allowances despite the fact that with the energy crisis such 
policy was unsound and rigorous conservation should be enacted. 

He, like Senator Flynn, was a great champion of special interest groups 
which feathered his nest. And he, even more than Flynn, had unchallenged 
power which he wielded with great despotic efficiency, and because of the 
"Old Boy's" code of gentlemanly silence and the archaic seniority system, 
the chances were that his chicanery would never be uncovered. McHugh was not 
the oldest member of the House, but he was a dramatic example of how 
longevity alone can elevate a man of incompetence and corruption to a place 
of authority. 

So McHugh sat back and fingered his false teeth and considered just how much 
this evening with Flynn was going to cost him. Neither moral or legal 
troubles entered his mind. Because he hadn't been born yesterday, most of 
his preoccupation centered around how to turn things around and make a gain, 
even at the expense of pretty Peggy Lawrence. Let's see, he figured. I have 
this problem with the Dry Hole group.... 

Dry Hole was the informal name given to a casual club of prominent oil 
lobbyists of which naturally McHugh was a charter member. When Senator Flynn 
had phoned, he'd been worrying what to do about the meeting which was 
scheduled tomorrow night at the Danforth Hotel banquet room for he knew he 
was in for a roasting by the lobbyists after recently having lost the vote 
on a crucial oil import quota amendment. It wouldn't do any good to tell 
them facts; they weren't paying him for facts but for performance. He'd have 
to take their minds off it, and it would take something spectacular to do 
that. 

What could he do at this short notice....? 

Suddenly McHugh jerked upright in his chair, snapping his fingers, a 
half-cruel smirk crossing his weathered face. Of course! His wily mind 
immediately saw a perfect way of changing the debt he'd incur tonight into a 
fat profit! He groped for the intercom switch, buzzing his own private 
secretary, the counterpart of Flynn's Miss Thrush. 

"Leona! Leona, are you there?" 

"Here sir." 

"I want you to phone a photo supply store Leona, and order some film for my 
35 mm camera I have in here." 

"The expensive one which came from Christian Oil?" 

"That's the one. It has to be special film, color, good for shots when there 
isn't much light. Such as at night when I can't use the strobe attachment. 
And I want the film immediately." 

"How many rolls?" 

"I don't know. One or two. No...make it three, just in case. But I must have 
it before eight-thirty, Leona. I must have it!" 

"Yes sir. I'll do what I can sir!" 

"I don't care what you do just get the film!" 

Representative McHugh leaned back in the chair, propping his feet on the 
desk with gloating satisfaction. Maurice Flynn, bless his lecherous hide! he 
snickered quietly to himself. The Senator didn't know it and wasn't going to 
find out, either but he'd become an answer to a prayer. And the shape of the 
prayer's answer was that hot-cunted blonde angel, Peggy Lawrence....! 

 CHAPTER THREE 

It was late evening now, and darkness had fallen across the Eastern 
seaboard. This time last night, young Peggy Lawrence had been eating pizza 
in a checker-clothed hideaway, cozy with Bill Jeffries while the wind and 
rain howled outside. Now the wind was still blowing, more raw and biting 
than ever since the rain had stopped and the temperature had fallen, and 
Peggy was in the ornate bathroom of Senator Flynn's luxurious penthouse, 
just across the river in Arlington. 

She'd used the toilet and washed her hands, and at the moment was standing 
before the marble basin, looking in the gilt-framed mirror while she brushed 
her blonde hair. Her reflection wavered unsteadily, and she placed one hand 
on the basin to brace herself. Lord, she was actually drunk! She should 
never have accepted all those gin-and-tonics before dinner, and the 
different wines during dinner, and the Irish coffee afterwards, but it was 
too late to cry about it now. She'd just have to be extra careful now, so 
that Senator Flynn didn't think he'd chosen a silly, giggling lush for his 
new assistant! 

She placed her brush back into her purse, then stood still for a moment to 
take a deep breath and collect her giddy senses. The mirror's image showed 
her slender body, still dressed in her workaday green dress. The rounded 
peaks of her nubile breasts stood out defiantly and she could almost see the 
taut curve of her buttocks where they flowed gracefully into her firm legs, 
the hem-line of her dress having hiked up slightly when she'd raised her 
arms to brush her hair. Modestly, she smoothed it back down, still feeling 
nervous that she hadn't been able to rush home and change into more formal, 
social attire. But the Senator had insisted she go "as is", mentioning table 
reservations for a particular hour and the fact that La Goelette was very 
dark and nobody would be inquisitive anyway. 

La Goelette had indeed been dark, and the secluded nook with its private 
table had been almost obsidian. The waiter, decked out in magnificent garb, 
had held a miniature torch over her while Peggy read the menu a menu, by the 
way, which had no prices listed beside the dishes. It was that kind of 
restaurant, and the food was worth a gourmet's pilgrimage. After the 
before-dinner drinks had melted her nervousness and she relaxed a bit, she 
allowed Senator Flynn to order escargots (she'd never h4 tried snails 
before, and found them delicious), salad, and a main course she couldn't 
identify it appeared on her plate in thin, dark-red slices suggesting beef, 
but not looking like anything she'd ever seen before. It was, the Senator 
explained, fillet of red meat from a plump, year-old duck, completely free 
of fat, browned, and braised like beef. There were the usual side dishes, 
then dessert (which she couldn't eat, she felt so stuffed), and the Irish 
coffee. Only, because they were in a French restaurant, it came with cognac 
in it, flaming when presented, then doused and topped with freshly whipped 
cream. 

For all the food she'd eaten, the unwary secretary consumed enough assorted 
liquor to fill a hollow leg...but with her, it'd traveled the opposite 
direction, going straight up to her head. Still, the alcohol didn't make her 
sick as it often did, but soothed her tenseness and let her enjoy the feast 
immensely. Senator Flynn was witty and could converse artfully on a dozen 
different subjects, and even his slightly risque jokes didn't offend her, 
but set her laughing delightedly. Away from the pressures of his office, the 
older man was proving to be urbane and sophisticated, a rapport developing 
between them very easily. In the taxi afterward, riding to his penthouse 
apartment, Peggy had to admit she was extremely pleased she'd decided to go 
along with him tonight. It wouldn't have been healthy to mope around all by 
herself, becoming more depressed as if her apartment were a tomb. And now, 
opening the door of the bathroom and stepping into the hall, she reaffirmed 
that thought, deciding she'd no longer act like an old wet blanket.... 

Somewhat erratically, she walked back into the living room. It was very 
wide, and like the Senator's office, thickly carpeted. There was a glass 
table with bent chrome legs; a modernistic lamp with three bulbs coming from 
a single stalk like some flexible-tubing Hydra; a Dali and a Picasso, 
possibly originals, and a Moore sculpture; low, wide couches and chairs in 
various fabrics and leathers, and functional Scandinavian cabinetry with 
lines accentuating their hardwood grains. 

Hanging on the inner wall and facing the main cluster of furniture was the 
room's most dominant feature. It was a huge mirror which, because of its 
large reflection, seemed to double the room's dimensions. Its thick, massive 
frame was gilt like the one in the bathroom, but far more ostentation, with 
ringlets of rose buds and vines interwoven with tiny naked cherubs that had 
outspread wings. The naive young secretary had no way of suspecting that 
this magnificent work of art was in fact the key to her ultimate ruin. There 
was no way of telling that the mirror was actually fashioned of two-way 
glass, and that sitting behind it was the lascivious-eyed countenance of 
Representative McHugh. 

McHugh had made a point of arriving on schedule and, following directions, 
had cautioned the doorman not to say anything to Flynn that might tip the 
girl off. Then he'd slipped inside the right-hand closet door, and 
discovered that he was in a small, dark enclosure containing a chair, table, 
coat hooks, and from his side of things, a picture window into the living 
room. While he'd been waiting for the Senator and his secretary to make 
their appearance, the Representative had loaded his expensive camera with 
the special night film his secretary had purchased, and placed the camera 
ready on the table. Then he'd swiftly undressed, and had seated himself 
before the glass, afraid to even touch his quivering, half-erect penis for 
fear it would ejaculate before the action started. He'd squirmed 
impatiently, the minutes passing like centuries before the others 
arrived.... 

Now, with Peggy back in the living room, McHugh leaned forward in his chair, 
busily engrossed in her every move. He moistened his lips and pressed his 
false plate more firmly in his open mouth, trying to stop the heavy panting 
of his breath. He stared at the innocent and lust-inciting figure of the 
blonde girl as she walked toward the mirror, and he felt his elderly cock 
jerk upward into full throbbing rigidity with lewd anticipation. He kept his 
bulging eyes leveled on her sexy young body while she paused to pat a stray 
wisp of hair back in place and then turn away from her reflected image, 
lewdly enjoying the notion that she didn't know he was able to watch her.... 

Senator Flynn was on the other side of the room, standing near the draped 
windows that overlooked his roof patio and the city lights beyond. He was 
casually mixing drinks at a long, low credenza, acting as if he'd no 
knowledge that McHugh was in his special closet, wheezing with burgeoning 
desire. I hope the old fart goes bananas in there, he thought perversely as 
he turned to Peggy. His ruggedly mature face remained bland and virtuous as 
he said: 

"If it were warm, my dear, we could go outside and admire the stars. Well, 
perhaps another time for that. Since the weather isn't cooperating, I 
thought it would be more ah...comfortable with the curtains shut." 

"I agree," Peggy said. "Just looking at the coldness would make me want to 
shiver." 

"This'll warm you up," the older politician replied, putting the final 
touches on two tall, well-filled glasses. "A specialty of mine during the 
winter months. I call them my 'Uncles', because that's what makes 
anti-freeze! Yaasss . --. . ! " 

Peggy groaned audibly at his atrocious pun. "No please, sir, I've had too 
much to drink already." 

"Nonsense, my dear," Senator Flynn retorted cheerfully. "Not after I've gone 
to all this trouble for you. Now you sit right down there on the couch next 
to your purse, and we'll get to work in just a moment. You like the music I 
put on?" 

"The--? " Then Peggy heard the wafting strains of Percy Faith coming from a 
set of quadraphonic speakers, and as she sat down on the couch as directed, 
she said: "Yes, very much. I recognize the tune from a movie I once saw. 
Walk On The Wild Side, I believe." 

"That's right." The Senator ambled over with the drinks, his face lit with 
an infectious grin as he set them down on the table in front of her. "It's 
my favorite, after Theme From Summer Place. Wait a minute I have to get a 
few things before we can begin your ah, lessons." 

Peggy watched the white-haired man walk toward a well-stocked bookcase, and 
automatically she reached forward and picked up her mixed drink, her mind 
fuddled and lulled by all the liquor which had gone before. Because the rear 
of the couch was at a slant and too far back for her to comfortably sit up 
against, she removed her shoes and tucked her legs beneath her. It was an 
impulsive move, but again, the alcohol had relaxed her so she did it almost 
without thinking, and the Senator only smiled encouragingly as he glanced 
her way. 

"Cry 'Uncle' yet, my dear?" he said, indicating her untouched drink. His 
second bad joke prompted her to taste the concoction, and she found it as 
warming as promised, almost velvety and without the heavy alcohol tartness 
she normally avoided. She was glad she didn't have to pretend to like the 
specialty, and she complimented him genuinely on it as he took some small 
pamphlets from the shelves and came back to her. 

Seating himself close to her, Senator Flynn turned momentarily serious, his 
expression one of concern. "Now, Peggy, I told you this afternoon that I 
can't use a girl who is ah...easily upset. You promised me you're not, and I 
believe you." 

His cautionary words caused a little tingle to start in her loins. It was an 
ambivalent emotion, the combination of apprehension and anticipation which 
doing something forbidden gives, and she eyed the pamphlets in his hand, 
murmuring: "Th-that's right, sir. I mean it, too." 

"Well, I don't like beating around the bush," he said, placing the pamphlets 
in her lap. "Plunge right in, fat in the fire, all that sort of thing. These 
are samples of exactly what I'm investigating most avidly, I might add and 
are part of a well-known series of booklets published as Climax Illustrated. 
Thousands of men and women buy and read these all over the United States 
today, and I believe they're as good as any to ah...introduce you to the 
field. Yaass." 

The booklets were the size and shape of a Reader's Digest, with a cover of a 
saucily-drawn girl winking, the title, series number, and the warning: 
Adults Only. Peggy couldn't help staring at the cover, provoked by the 
thought of what luridness might be inside. Her fingers touched the paper 
cover, her throat suddenly so dry as to feel parched. "You mean that these 
are...are....? " 

"Exactly, my dear," Senator Flynn said smugly. "Why, you have no idea the 
number of young ladies your age who have whole collections of Climax 
Illustrated girls who are so brazen that they don't wear brassieres or even 
panties, but go around almost naked with the very thinnest of dresses." 

"They...do?" Peggy took a sip of her drink then, this lewd information 
forging and evil image in her mind. Lord! To be seen that way, without even 
panties! But...why not? It...It even sounded like it might be fun! Her heart 
pounded faster as she put the drink down and started to open the top 
booklet, and then she saw the first picture, and her eyes bulged at the 
lascivious sight. 

"Why...Why, this is obscene!" 

"The devil's art," Senator Flynn agreed, nodding. 

The top picture was in full, four-color, and obviously taken by a highly 
skilled photographer. Two people were on a bed: one a handsome muscular man, 
and the other a curvaceous brunette no older than Peggy. They were both 
naked, the man sitting up on his knees over the brunette, and the girl lying 
on her back with her legs splayed in full view of the camera. The photo 
showed her desire-moistened vagina, and she had the middle finger of one 
hand dipping into her lewdly open cuntal slit as if she were masturbating 
for her boyfriend, oblivious of the seeing lens. 

Is that how I looked last night on my couch? Peggy asked herself in sudden 
shock. II Bill had returned would he have seen me the way this man is seeing 
this girl? And God! Did Bill look this way when he was naked and hovering 
over me? What a long, hard penis the man has! Was Bill's as large and thick? 
Oh no...what am I thinking! 

"Turn the page, Peggy," Senator Flynn leered. "Turn the page and see what 
happens. It's like a little story." 

"No...." The blonde girl choked unconsciously, but her fingers turned the 
page anyway. Her drunken mind reeled under the double impact of two pictures 
spread side-by-side to form one long erotic portrait. 

The brunette girl was still splayed wantonly on the bed, the left-hand 
portion almost a close-up of the swollen pink lips of her obscenely 
displayed pussy. Her curling finger was buried in the warm, wet flesh of her 
vaginal crevice, plunging deeply up inside the clasping walls of her cunt 
while her firm white buttocks arced greedily upward for more 
self-impalement. Squatting over her taut belly was the naked young man, legs 
on either side, his blood-thick erection in full focus and showing the 
ridges and veins and the long tube on the underside from where his sperm 
would soon shoot. Its pulsating blunt head was buried in the valley between 
her lush, melon-sized breasts, his hands clutching both tender mounds and 
squeezing them around his sandwiched cock. His buttocks were clenched, and 
by the glazed expression of sheer lust on his face, it was evident to Peggy 
that he was using the brunette's sensitive breasts to masturbate himself. 

Peggy gasped at the sheer depravity of the photo, and she shook her head in 
an attempt to clear her brain, her mind conjuring up the thought of how she 
would look fingering herself while a man played with her breasts in order to 
cum. But her drunken body traitorously refused to deny the sensual qualities 
of the booklet. She felt a small surge of empathetic pleasure in her belly, 
and a little lower in her vagina, and sensed her panty-covered pubic mound 
quivering slightly with lewd projections of the pictures. 

"There's still more, my dear," Senator Flynn said in a low, insinuating 
tone. "Turn the page...." 

"Well, I...." 

"You said you wouldn't be shocked, Peggy. Certainly you're not, are you? 
Certainly you haven't been fooling me." 

There was a creeping warmth in her voice, and Peggy knew she was blushing, 
and that made her all the more embarrassed. Momentarily speechless, she 
shook her head to indicate she wasn't a prude and could be shown pictures 
like these, and then took a long drink from her glass, hoping it would still 
the peculiar tingling beginning deep within her loins. Her employer leaned 
closer and turned the page for her, and Peggy shuddered involuntarily from 
what she now saw. 

The burgeoning cock was now spewing out its white, cream-like semen in 
erratic streams, and the naked brunette was receiving the full force of it. 
Her eyes were closed and her mouth was curled in a blissful smile as the man 
ejaculated from the tunnel of her breasts, the photo missing nothing: the 
tiny hole at the end of his penis spitting out its sperm, the thick splashes 
around her nose and over her cheeks, the lazy dribbling down her eyelids. 
The girl was being inundated with fresh, virile cum, and she was obviously 
reveling in it, glorying in it the way I gloried in Bill's semen while I 
masturbated last night! This thought seared through Peggy like a lightning 
bolt, torturing her further as prurient thrills emanated stronger and 
stronger from her thighs and breasts, deepening the shamefulness of her own 
responding emotions. 

"They're supposed to make people excited," Senator Flynn said in a strangled 
voice, and when Peggy turned to look at him, she saw that his eyes were wide 
and glittering, glued to the pictures with a wild intensity. "Damned hot! Do 
they excite you, Peggy? Do they?" 

The aroused young secretary opened her mouth and then snapped it shut, 
afraid to answer him, afraid to admit the truth even to herself. She was 
dizzy from the strong drinks and disturbed by the wicked churnings in her 
body, prickles of unwanted arousal stirring in her blood and marrow. 

"Do they?" Senator Flynn persisted breathlessly. "Do they excite you, my 
child, just looking at them?" 

"Well, I...I...." She swallowed thickly, still unable to form her denial. "I 
can see why you don't like them, sir," she managed to say weakly, thinking 
in terms of his committee's investigations. "They're not right. 
They're...unnatural!" 

"Are they?" he said in an odd tone of voice. "I sometimes wonder, my dear, I 
sometimes wonder." The white-haired politician cast the first booklet aside, 
letting it fall to the floor in his haste to open the next one for Peggy's 
horrified study. "Look at these now, and tell me if you still think that." 

Peggy obeyed unquestioningly, unable to avert her eyes from the second 
series in her lap. The photos showed another bedroom and a different bed, 
the base of which was pointed directly at the camera. Peggy sucked in her 
breath as she saw another girl about her age, this one only slightly darker 
blonde than she, spread-legged on the covers absolutely naked and unashamed. 
Kneeling between her up-tilted legs was a little boy about fourteen, from 
whose hairless loins jutted a stiffened slender penis much smaller than the 
penis of the man in the first book, a tautly round scrotum dangling below 
its youthful base. His immature face was pressed to the older girl's flesh, 
his lips and tongue sucking around one up-thrusting breast in eager delight. 
The blonde seductress was writhing beneath the adolescent laving, her hands 
tangled tightly in his hair and pulling his mouth further upon her pinkly 
hardened nipple. 

Peggy leaned forward, almost dropping her drink, trying to tear her gaze 
from the picture. Her innocent mind rebelled to view a boy no older than her 
little brother still back in Rock Falls, toying with the blatantly exposed 
body of a girl her own age was almost incestual in its lewdness! 

The mixture of different drinks bubbled through her veins, killing the 
shocked blonde's conscience and sweeping away the initial revulsion as 
Senator Flynn turned the page again. "It seems to me I remember you 
mentioning you had a brother," he whispered to her with a devilish smile. "A 
little brother about fourteen or fifteen?" 

"Y-yes sir," Peggy answered thickly. She knew she should avert her eyes in 
disgust and abhorrence, but she couldn't. She had to look, the obscene 
photos mesmerizing her. "H-his name is Robby, and he...he just turned 
fourteen last month." 

"Does he look like this boy?" the older man asked insidiously. 

"Robby's a little thinner, and his hair isn't as curly. B-but yes, sir. 
They're quite...quite a lot alike." 

"When they're naked, Peggy? When Robby is naked, does he look like this boy, 
his young penis about the same size when he's excited?" 

Peggy couldn't help the moan which welled up in her constricted throat. "Oh 
please, sir! D-don't say things like that! I've never seen Robby naked and 
with an erection." 

"Never....? " 

"H-hardly ever," she blurted, shame-faced and confused. "B-but only when he 
was a baby and I had to change him, when it couldn't be helped! Not 
when...when...." 

"Of course, my dear, of course," Senator Flynn replied in a soothing voice, 
syrupy with false understanding. "And of course a good girl like you never 
ever thought of your brother this way, the way this little boy is acting in 
the pictures." 

"Oh God, oh God not" she gasped. "No! How sick!" 

Yet if the twenty year old blonde had never dreamed of her brother naked and 
aroused in bed with her, the sight of the lewd booklet and Senator Flynn's 
obscenely implied suggestions caused her to think of it now. The other 
photos showed the naked youngster working his older "sister" to a fevered 
pitch, her mouth open in ecstatic delight while his beardless face hovered 
over her rippling belly, inches from the pale curling hair of her pubic 
mound. There was a snap of his slim fingers pressing down on the flat plane 
of her stomach while his thumbs lay against the fleshy hair-lined lips of 
her cunt...followed by another depicting his hands parting the soft curls 
and exposing the moist red slit of the girl's welcoming vagina. The dainty 
pink bud of her clitoris was clearly visible just above the stretched 
elastic opening of her pussy...and the next page showed the boy's wet tongue 
snaking out to flick teasingly at the nakedly exposed flesh around it. 

The blonde in the booklet, too similar to Peggy for the virgin secretary to 
deny, was photographed next in her delirious rapture. Her naked lithe form 
was depicted jerking as if struck by electrical currents, and her legs were 
pictured clamped tightly around his head, her soft inner thighs imprisoning 
his ears in a vise-like grip. Senator Flynn kept turning the pages and 
lecherously pointing out the obscene details, while Peggy's mind whirled 
drunkenly, mystically connecting herself with the pictures. A warm, heavy 
pulse of sexual arousal started throbbing unwantedly down between her own 
innocent thighs, and she felt the panty-enclosed crevice of her cunt 
twitching with spontaneous excitement. She squeezed her buttocks and legs 
together, determined to force the involuntary stimulation from burning her 
flesh any further. 

"N-no more, sir," she whimpered. "I don't want to see any more. They're 
worse than the first ones. They're like animals, doing that together!" 

"Doing what?" Senator Flynn asked unexpectedly, a bemused expression 
crossing his face as he read his secretary's consternation. 

"Well...well, you know," Peggy stuttered miserably. 

"Cunnilingus is its proper name," he said softly. "But in your new position, 
you'll hear lots of other, more earthy names given to it." Maurice Flynn 
shifted closer to his visibly disturbed secretary, casually placing one arm 
behind her while he talked. "You're old enough and brave enough to discuss 
these things like an adult...and as you intimated in my office, Peggy, 
you're educated in the ways of the world. I don't believe any girl as pretty 
as you and with the number of boyfriends I'm sure you've had, could tell me 
she hasn't been excited sexually." 

Peggy trembled slightly as she felt the heat of Senator Flynn's nearness, 
and took another eager swallow of the drink to bolster her fading courage. 
"N-no, sir," she heard herself admit. "I...I've been excited. I'm not 
frigid." 

"Naturally you're not, my pet. You're a very warm and sensuous young woman. 
So you know as well as I do that when in the throes of passion, there are 
things you want to do which you'd never consider any other time. Like this," 
he said softly, tapping the picture with one fingernail. "Haven't you ever 
desired to have your cunt sucked?" 

"Why--! " His crude use of words burned her ears, and she crimsoned several 
shades as she tried to control her obvious embarrassment. When he said there 
was other, more earthy slang for cunnilingus, he wasn't joking! But it was 
just a test of his it was all a test to see if she could take being his 
assistant and she decided to ignore his blunt obscenities. "Why, no I 
haven't. I...I don't think any self-respecting woman would allow a man 
to...to love her that way!" 

"Don't be too sure, my dear. You're in for a surprise at what people normal 
people do and say. If I haven't learned anything else in my years as 
senator, it's been that sex is a very strong emotion. The next booklet has 
even a better example of what I mean." 

The second Climax Illustrated was discarded and the third was opened, 
Flynn's thick fingers plucking at the cover while Peggy sat afraid and yet 
curious as to what new perversion it might contain. "Oh!" she breathed when 
she caught her first glimpse of the new series. "Oh, I don't believe it!" 

"Seeing is believing," the Senator retorted, "and this time you're seeing 
fellatio!" 

It was a woman's face, her glistening, red-lip stick painted mouth tightly 
circling a man's hardened penis. Peggy finished the last of her drink in a 
single large gulp, feeling some of her composure returning as the warm 
liquid hit her stomach, the air feeling as if knocked from her lungs by the 
lewdness of the older couple in the photos. She'd heard whispered secrets of 
women who did this to men, but she'd never expected to actually view anyone 
performing it! 

"You see what can happen," Senator Flynn rhapsodized. "Look at their faces, 
Peggy, especially the woman's. See how she's enjoying his thick hard cock in 
her mouth, how she loves the taste of him. You must admit she is, my dear, 
mustn't you?" 

"Oh Lord, oh Lord," Peggy groaned, her eyes absorbing every lurid detail. 
The woman's mouth was stretched so wide Peggy wondered how she kept from 
choking on the enormous shaft. It was huge, and the girl's soft full lips 
were hungrily locked around it as if never wishing to let go. Yes...Yes, the 
Senator was right, Peggy haplessly agreed. And God help her, she'd never 
experienced such intense pleasure; she'd never allowed herself to be worked 
up into such a state of sexual ferment as that woman and all the other naked 
people in this colorful series were in! Lord, how she must have felt when 
her picture was snapped, her entire mouth filled with that throbbing hard 
penis! I've never felt that way. What would it be like....? 

Peggy could feel increasing heat flowing moistly between her tightly pressed 
thighs, and she squirmed uneasily as Senator Flynn's hands lightly brushed 
around her waist. When he offered her the rest of his drink, she accepted 
the glass without thinking and automatically relaxed against his muscular, 
enveloping shoulder. He stroked the tender flesh of her upper hip and 
buttocks with fingers as gentle as feathers, and she made no protest, 
thinking to herself: It feels good and comforting, and it doesn't hurt 
anything...She downed some of the Senator's drink, attempting to cool some 
of the warmth the sucking woman's passion had transferred to her own mind. 

"And look, Peggy, look at this," the villainous politician urged, flipping 
the pages with his other hand. "Now she's being made love to. Now she's 
being fucked, and isn't she adoring it? Isn't she, my dear?" 

"Yes, oh she is!" Peggy confessed against her will, shocked to hear her own 
words while she continued staring at the pictures. The naked woman was flat 
on her back, her shapely white legs splayed wide apart and the man lying 
between them, his gigantic hardness suck all the way in her fleshy cunt. The 
camera angle highlighted his thickly spearing penis disappearing into the 
hair-fringed lips between her thighs; only a small red portion of it was 
left visible, wet and gleaming from her saliva and secretions. 

A ripple of forbidden sensation coursed through the blonde virgin secretary 
as she pondered the size of his rock-hard cock, for it was obviously much 
larger than Bill's erection had been last night. She couldn't help 
involuntarily clasping her legs together as she considered what it would 
feel like to have something that big and rigid skewering her tender vagina. 
Guilty at her erotic thought, she quickly scanned the next lewd picture only 
to gasp out loud as the senator's hand came up to rest on her thinly covered 
breast! 

The young girl froze momentarily from the unexpected pressure against the 
front of her dress. Recovering, she tried to hold him back, but he ignored 
her feeble defense and kneaded the softness of her breasts beneath her 
brassiere, teasing their sensitive nipples into hardness, his fingers 
caressing gently the jutting mounds one after another, until both were 
pulsing and aching. The unwanted secretions trickling from between her 
vaginal lips were wetting her panties now, and she could feel the warm 
wetness against the soft flesh of her inner thighs just as she had last 
night with her boyfriend Bill. 

"D-don't, sir!" she weakly protested. "Oh don't do that to me, Senator 
Flynn!" 

"Hush now, my child," he whispered fervently in her ear. "You're like the 
girls in the booklets, wanting to be loved, loving to be wanted. You like me 
to hold you this way, you know you do. Why fight it?" 

"I don't want it! I don't!" She groaned helplessly in the older man's 
powerful arms, but her denials seemed to have no effect on him. Flynn 
continued to squeeze and knead her throbbing breasts while she stared at the 
obscene pictures in her lap. The muscles in her straining body were taut as 
bow strings as she reacted unwillingly to the maddening fondling of the 
senator's hand on her breasts, and the lust-inciting photos of the naked man 
buffeting a writhing woman with his cruelly spearing cock. The woman's eyes 
were glazed with an ecstatic film of animal arousal, its very rawness 
bringing a further moan to Peggy's lips, and she shivered fearfully as she 
heard more lewd words being whispered into her ears. 

"See there, Peggy? See how she's being fucked?" Senator Flagg cupped her 
palpitating breasts, giving a sudden hard pinch against the soft rubbery 
nipples and sending a flash of pain and pleasure shooting through her belly. 
Peggy had to clamp her lips tightly together to keep from mewling a helpless 
sigh aloud, and then his tongue flicked moistly into her ear, causing her to 
squirm deeper into his enveloping embrace. 

"See?" the corrupting senator taunted, turning another page. "Now the 
woman's got her long white legs wrapped around his waist, so her cunt's wide 
open and he can fuck that prick of his deep up into her belly until she can 
damn near taste it!" 

"Oh God, Senator Flynn, you're saying awful things!" Tears began welling in 
her pleading eyes. She could hear his hot, panting breath as he held her 
close, so close that as she moved, she could feel his loins press against 
her upper thigh. She sensed the lewd bulge in his trousers, a stiffness 
growing and brushing lewdly along her hip when he leaned into her with 
growing agitation, and shamefully, she realized that he'd become aroused, 
his penis as hard as the one she saw in the photos. 

Oh Lord, his own booklets had excited him beyond reason! This was the worst 
possible thing that she could imagine, and the naive girl fought even more 
desperately to extricate herself from her employer's passionate embrace. But 
it was in vain, and she found her body slowly yielding to the urgent 
pressure of his grasping hands upon her breasts, and the grinding touch of 
his hardening loins against her squirming thighs. She battled the tempting 
sensations with all her strength, knowing that it was wicked to be 
responding this way to a United States senator while gazing lasciviously at 
a lapful of filthy pictures. She had to fight...but if she resisted too 
strongly, she might infuriate Senator Flynn and lose her new promotion! 
Worse, the amorous politician seemed to sense her hesitancy and confusion, 
knowing he had her in a position which she hardly dared fight back, and he 
was taking full advantage of it! 

Still she fought to regain control. "Senator!" she mewled half hysterically. 
"Please, sir, let go!" She wrenched away from his grasp, tearing his hand 
painfully from the softness of her breast. "I...I think I've seen enough 
pictures! I...We have to stop now!" 

"Hardly, my child!" he hissed zealously, clutching for her again. "We've 
barely begun!" 

His knowing fingers eased gently across her tingling breasts again, and the 
hardness of his swelling penis once more slid along the cringing flesh of 
one shivering thigh. Peggy was more beside herself than ever with the 
growing mixture of fear, shame, and smoldering lust which the combined 
obscenities around her were kindling in her impressionable young body. The 
liquor fumed through her veins, intensifying the unsatisfied desires that 
were rising through her loins against her will. 

"Ohhh, sir! No more, no more!" she whimpered, feeling lewdly delicious 
sensations ripple through her sensitive loins. "I'm not that kind of girl!" 
she protested, remembering with humiliation that she'd said the same futile 
words to Bill the night before. "No one...I mean, I'm not....! " 

"Ahhh, a virgin?" Senator Flynn chuckled cynically. "I thought the species 
was extinct. Well, a first time for everything and everybody, yaass!" 

His trembling young secretary jerked spasmodically when she felt his other 
hand sliding sinuously around her waist and up along her back to gently 
pluck at her dress zipper. "Ohhh, this is awful!" she sobbed, all too 
conscious of her slowly gathering surrender to his insidiously tantalizing 
seduction. She moaned and tried once more to pull away, using the last of 
her willpower to overcome the strange, unwholesome temptations that were 
building stronger in the hollow pit of her belly but her awkward motion only 
aided the senator in unzipping her dress. She leaned forward while he tugged 
downward, and as a result her green woolen dress parted easily along her 
spine from the nape of her neck to the beginning swell of her panty-clad 
buttocks. 

Peggy gasped and held her breath, an electrifying shock surging across her 
naked skin as she felt the room's warm air flow across her bare back. 
"Senator Flynn!" she whined, squirming back on the couch and hunching her 
shoulders defensively as he tried to pull the dress from around her arms. 
"Oh, Senator, what's gotten into you tonight?" 

"My child, it's what's going to get into you tonight that counts!" he 
chortled lewdly, yanking with erratic, lust-eager fingers. "Come on, come 
on, help me get your dress off!" 

Tears of humiliation and torment cascaded freely down her cheeks as, to her 
horror, young Peggy found herself submitting to his impatient demand. She 
was hot and wet between her thighs, her ripely fleshed hips beginning to 
undulate while she allowed the senator to pull her dress all the way down 
her front and bunch it in her lap. Her tautly aching breasts were barely 
concealed from his passionate eyes by the thin, sheer netting of her exposed 
brassiere, and the pile of inciting pamphlets were dumped on the floor, 
spreading open as they fell to show various obscene poses of sexual 
abandonment. 

"Now up, up with your ass!" Senator Flynn rasped hoarsely. "I can't fuck you 
with your clothes on, y'know!" 

His lewd command burned through her liquor-filmed mind, suddenly filling her 
with terror and dread and the sober realization that he desired to despoil 
her. It was too shattering for the terrified young blonde to take, and 
hysterically she cried: "No! No, I won't let you!" Panicked, she leaped up, 
clutching her open dress tightly to her naked belly, almost mindless in her 
need to escape the Senator's predatory hands. "Noooo....! " 

Flynn gave one sharp bark of laughter, flinging himself at his fleeing 
secretary. He grabbed her bare arm, twisting her off balance and wrenching 
her back toward him. Peggy fell on the floor between the couch and the 
coffee table, landing heavily on her buttocks, her sprawl cushioned only by 
the thick carpet and the scattered pile of Climax Illustrated booklets. The 
wind was knocked savagely from her lungs, and her dress slipped from her 
hands, sliding still lower and more revealingly around her hips. 

"Oh God, Senator! Oh please don't!" she pleaded as she saw the 
passion-enraged older man reach down for her. But her supplications were 
swept aside as, brutally, Flynn caught the hem of her dress and whipped it 
from around her trembling hips and buttocks. Without giving her and instant 
to collect her reeling senses, he flung the green material from him and 
hooked two fingers in the elastic support between the twin cups of her 
brassiere. He tugged and the metal fasteners were torn from the material, 
and her brassiere came free, to be thrown in the general direction of her 
dress. Peggy's full, nubile breasts were bared to Senator Flynn's greedy 
eyes, their tiny pink nipples springing into defensive hardness from the 
humiliation of having been stripped naked. 

"No, no, oh God no...." she moaned, her head flailing from side to side on 
the carpet. The smooth velvet-like softness of her skin was unblemished and 
exposed, entirely naked other than for a white lace garter belt and a pair 
of sheer nylon stockings, and a thin pair of white silken panties that 
stretched tightly over her quivering thighs. Curly tufts of her golden pubic 
hair protruded from beneath the tight elastic of the leg bands, the rounded 
cheeks of her fear-clenched buttocks quaking fearfully under the Senator's 
lust-crazed stare. 

"Like everything else in Washington, my child," he whispered menacingly down 
at her, "there's a time for negotiation, and a time for action. Yaass....! " 

Peggy was half-wild with horror and shame now. Even the deadening effects of 
the liquor could not protect her mind from the horrible truth of what was 
happening to her. She moaned tormentedly as she felt the heated touch of the 
Senator's hands running up the sides of her almost naked body. He knelt 
beside her on the carpet, rounded his fingers over the curving globes of her 
breasts and tweaked her nipples painfully, then slid his hands almost 
reverently down to the slimness of her waist above her panties. She could 
see the politician's rheumy eyes gleaming with inflamed longing as he cupped 
the full-swelling ripeness of her hips and squeezed at her tender inner 
thighs. 

Then with sudden impatience, he drew his fingers up to the elastic waistband 
of her panties and began to peel the flimsy white nylon down over the curves 
of her loins. She tried to hold herself flat to the floor, bitter tears 
trickling from her eyes, but when the thin material caught in the crevice of 
her tightly clenching buttocks, he gave a cruel jerk, ripping the panties 
from her in useless shreds. 

"We'll...We'll leave on your garter belt and stockings," he decided in a 
panting voice, his gasps having a wheezy quality to them as if he were 
laboring with an asthma attack. "It...It excites me more that way! 
Somehow...somehow it strikes me as being more lewd than if you were 
completely stripped! Ah...but now it's my turn to strip, my little filly!" 

Peggy pressed herself against the carpet, frozen with disbelief as she 
watched the distinguished senator tearing at his shirt and tie. How could he 
be so crude, so vile and obscene to her, when all the time before he'd been 
so decent and respectable? Oh Lord, it was clear now that tonight had been a 
trap! He'd lured her here on the pretext of a promotion, filling her full of 
liquor and erotica until she was mindless with temptation, and she doubted 
that there'd ever been or ever would be a new job as he promised! How blind 
she'd been! How corrupt he was underneath his suave exterior! 

Senator Flynn was unbuckling his pants now, his tight pair of undershorts 
bulging out from the pressure of his hardened cock. Peggy wanted to shut her 
eyes and blot out this lewd horror, but she was too frightened that he would 
attack her without her knowing it. It took but a second until he was 
entirely naked, his thick, rigidly-pulsing penis jutting out from beneath 
his pudgy abdomen like a menacing shaft of a blunt spear. With an obscene 
grin on his handsomely mature face, he began stroking the huge fleshy shaft 
back and forth, taunting her further by asking lewdly: "Am I as good as the 
ones in the booklets, my child?" 

He was a sadist at heart, and she stared at him like a trapped insect, the 
lustful glint growing in his eyes as he gloated over the contorted 
expression of paralyzing fear which crossed her own features. Against her 
will, her gaze steadied on the massively throbbing penis he was holding in 
his hand, and in spite of her repulsion, she wondered how a woman could take 
such a girth inside her belly. Lord, it was monstrous! 

Senator Flynn started kneeling between her legs, reveling in the horror the 
size of his erection was producing in his virgin secretary. "Now it's time, 
Peggy," he hissed. "Now it's time for me to show you your new position! 
Yaass....! " 

"D-don't touch me, you beast!" Peggy finally managed to stutter through her 
drunken fright. She knew in her heart that there would be no mercy, no 
escape for her. Senator Flynn had shown himself for what he was, a satyr, 
and he was bent on ravishing her helplessly innocent body no matter how she 
pleaded with him not to do it! She tried to twist away from him, but he was 
too strong and all she could do was writhe beneath his naked muscular frame 
in futile resistance. She cried out in terror, beating her fists on his head 
and shoulders, but he clamped her arms tightly to the carpet, hovering over 
her as he inserted one knee between her firmly clenching legs. 

Again she tried to close her thighs and fight her way free, but there was no 
escape from the determined older politician, and he pried her legs 
relentlessly apart. Senator Flynn had the leverage, and soon her inner 
muscles tired and slackened, and she felt her thighs being remorselessly 
widened. He wedged his other knee between the soft insides of her legs and 
gradually pushed outward until she was twisting weakly on the floor, arms 
and legs spread-eagled and pinned immobile. Overpowered, she could only lay 
captive beneath his brutish, heavily-breathing body and watch his moist red 
tongue circle his smirking lips in eager anticipation of her coming rape. 

"You don't like fucking, you said. Remember?" Flynn grinned evilly down into 
his young secretary's fear-contorted face. "Well, my child, don't knock it 
until you've tried it...and now it's time for you to try it!" 

And with that, the naked Senator began lowering himself down upon Peggy's 
cowering flesh.... 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Behind the two-way mirror. Representative McHugh felt his stubby penis 
expanding painfully while he watched the young blonde's ravishment. He 
quickly refilled his camera with a fresh roll of film and sighted it through 
the glass, saliva forming at the comers of his wrinkled mouth. If this 
special night film was everything it was cracked up to be, he was going to 
get one hell of a set of photographs! Senator Flynn was in rare form 
tonight, and when he got like this, he could fuck a woman to death! 

Peggy Lawrence and the senator couldn't have been three feet away from the 
mirror, and McHugh had had a full, unimpeded view while she was cajoled and 
seduced and finally stripped naked. The camera caught the rounded white 
moons of her buttocks as she'd vainly fought to preserve her virtue when her 
dress had been brutally removed. Then McHugh had snapped pictures recklessly 
while her brassiere and panties had been torn from her body, and while Flynn 
had run his hands blatantly over her cringing flesh, cupping her firm, 
moulded breasts and teasing her pink-skinned vaginal slit. And now the 
oil-rich politician was clicking the shutter like a madman as Flynn crouched 
over his nakedly splayed secretary, her still-stockinged legs trapped on the 
thick, soft carpet. Sock it to her, Maurice! McHugh groaned inwardly, small 
beads of perspiration forming on his brow from the lust-inciting action he 
was witnessing. Holy hell, what are you waiting for....? 

It was all Senator Flynn could do to keep from shoving his blood-raging cock 
deep up into Peggy's cunt right then and there, impaling her the way he 
might a more experienced woman. But the desire to have this sweet innocent 
girl completely enslaved to him tonight and any other time he desired her 
made him slow his aching torment slightly and work her into a delirious 
state where she'd always crave cock, more cock, ever and ever...He rolled on 
top of her, rotating his hips so his rigid penis brushed against her moist 
pubic hair, and then he raised his buttocks up slightly so he could peer 
down between their naked bodies and see her upturned little pussy parted to 
his blunt, throbbing hardness, her wet pink cuntal slit invitingly open from 
the pressure of his thighs pressing tightly against her inner thighs. 

Eyes wide open in abject horror, young Peggy struggled to squeeze her 
vaginal crevice closed, but it was hopelessly impossible. She watched him 
hunching over her, grinning down between her proud, upstanding breasts to 
where his long, thrusting erection prodded her swollen pubic lips with its 
massive round tip, like the head of an angry snake ready to strike a 
defenseless victim. The moistly-gleaming flesh of her unwillingly stretched 
cunt was presented up to his momentarily poised cock like a sacrifice of 
prey...Then he flexed his hips downwards, and she whimpered soulfully in 
despair, twisting her arms in the grip of his hands. She felt the hardness 
of his fleshy manhood slide up and down the full length of her cringing 
vaginal slit, the bloated head pulsing as it insinuated itself with a 
teasing sensation through her soft blonde hair and along her sensitive pink 
lips. The lewdly erotic taunt thrilled her against her will, and 
involuntarily her hips bucked upwards in an automatic search for sexual 
fulfillment.... 

"Oh God, senator! Oh God, don't do this to me!" she mewled before his 
humiliatingly pleasurable torture. "Nooooo....! " 

Senator Flynn pushed down.... 

Peggy groaned as the furrow around her aching vagina was cruelly widened, 
and she felt the first electric tingle of his penetrating cock against her 
resisting hymen. "Agg!" she gasped from the blunt, pushing force of his 
erection. 

Flynn flexed again, driving a little harder at the entrance to her 
virginity, and then gave a small, urgent surge, using his cock-head like a 
battering ram against her elastic maidenhead. Suddenly, the thin membrane 
tore, giving way to the relentless pressure, and with a pain so savage that 
Peggy emitted a high-pitched scream, she felt the wound of her virginity 
gush with blood. The senator never paused, but shoved again and sunk his 
entire penis deeper into her pain-skewered vagina, pushing the tender flesh 
of her inner pussy in rippling waves before it. There was no stopping him 
now, not until with a loud groan bursting from his own lips, his large, 
hirsute testicles smacked heavily against the upturned cheeks of her 
helplessly spread buttocks. 

"Yeeeeeoooowwww!" the young blonde girl squealed beneath him. His massively 
invading erection felt as if it were shredding her belly into a thousand 
pieces, sinking deep into her sensitive cunt like a sword slicing through a 
piteous enemy's loins. She tried to screw herself down on the carpet and 
evade his brutal impalement, her legs jerking uncontrollably and kicking 
into the air. But there was no reprieve, and she could feel the senator's 
pulsating cock deep down in her cunt, filling every portion of it until 
there wasn't one small ridge of his spearing hardness she couldn't sense 
rubbing tightly against the moist warm sheath of her flesh. 

"Ohhhhhh! Ahhhhggg!" she yelped, not caring who heard her so long as the 
searing pain which was burning her insides would cease. But Senator Flynn 
pinned her flat with his arms and body, his rutting penis burrowing deeper 
with each motion, each stroke, bringing fire which filled her belly and 
breasts. He was killing her! Lord above, how could any woman ever get 
pleasure from such outrageous hurt? She thought she was going to die from 
the unbearable pressure, and contorted her face from the agony of his 
vicious stabbings, unconsciously flexing her cuntal muscles in a futile 
effort to expel her unwelcome invader. 

But her defensive response only seemed to incite the older politician on, 
and he plowed his penis through the vainly resisting passage. He withdrew 
slightly and pumped downward again...then again. His plunging cock felt like 
a ball-peen hammer tapping against her cervix. 

"Oh!" she grunted, "Oh God, oh my God...stop! Stop!" 

The senator increased the rhythm of his pistoning strokes, but gradually the 
initial excruciating pain began to ease a little. Peggy still felt ripped 
and torn, but to her surprise, she discovered her vaginal muscles were 
starting to adjust to his lewdly skewering thrusts. Her breath quickened 
with the realization her cunt was relaxing a little around his punishing 
thickness, and strangely, beneath all the agony and mental torment, she 
began to feel the first tingles of masochistic arousal deep in her wildly 
straining loins. She found herself involuntarily undulating upwards to meet 
the cruel impalement, her cock-split thighs beginning to squirm of their own 
volition and twist around his warmly sliding penis with experimental 
cooperation. 

"Ahhhhh," she hissed through tightly clenched lips, as frightened of the new 
delightful sensations as she was of the old pain. She rolled her head from 
side to side, unwilling to believe what she was experiencing...but with 
every sadistic thrust the naked man pumped into her aching pussy, the 
unwanted, unthinkable passions grew stronger and hotter in her belly. 

"You're beginning to like it, my child!" Flynn panted in mocking lust down 
at her, greedily enjoying the change from agony to delight as it spread 
unconsciously across her features. "You can't deny it you like to be 
fucked!" 

"Noooo," she insisted, even while panting and writhing more virulently now. 
Lord, her mind must have snapped from this horrid rape, even to consider 
liking to be fucked this way! Yes -and fuck was exactly the right word to 
use for this shameful mauling! But the jolts of delicious lewdness would not 
stop as Senator Flynn surged his blood-hardened erection into her 
totally-filled vagina, burgeoning and flaming until she could no longer deny 
the sensuous fires of arousal sweeping through her flesh. It was impossible, 
but she was actually reveling in the savage fucking she was getting! The 
senator's cock was a hard, thick miracle raging up inside her tender loins 
and hurting her, but making her tingle deliciously at the same time from the 
tips of her curling toes to the top of her blonde head! 

"You like it!" he grunted above her, his cock expanding and stretching her 
newly defiled pussy still more. "You know you like it, Peggy! Tell me you 
do! Go on don't be afraid to admit the truth! You love being fucked, don't 
you?" 

"Ohhhhhh, I...I do!" came the surrendering cry. Yes! Yes, this was it! 
Somehow she'd never thought it would happen to her, and only last night 
she'd denied her boyfriend this same sweet heaven! Lord, she'd been wrong! 
She'd been wrong all these years when she could have been enjoying this 
sublime bliss! What a silly little fool she'd been! "Ohhhhh, Senator Flynn, 
I do! I really do!" 

The corrupting politician laughed with cruel contempt, feeling her wetly 
clinging pussy opening and closing in a pulsating beat as she tentatively 
undulated her hips up against him. Ahhhhh...his naive, nubile secretary now 
had her cherry popped, but she still had lots to learn! Love to fuck, did 
she? Well, she was going to love it all when he was finished with 
her...every lewd act she'd seen in those booklets, and more....! 

Flynn initiated lengthy, savage strokes into her steaming cunt, the full 
hard shaft of his lust-incited penis sinking to the hilt in her insatiably 
welcoming belly. His shoulders pushed down against her and kept her secured 
in her helpless position, but it was unnecessary, for Peggy was thrusting 
more urgently up against him now in answering passion, her small white teeth 
nibbling his naked flesh as she cradled her face in the hollow of his corded 
neck. She sighed and moaned in straining response, the juices of her 
capitulating vagina flowing down between the crevice of her jerking, bucking 
thighs to pool with her hymen's blood on the carpet beneath her buttocks. 
Her flattened young body twisted and arched against him, her hands clutching 
hungrily at his back to pull him tighter over her, her legs widening so that 
the debauching senator could plunge his evil penis lewdly between them to 
its fullest extent.... 

Representative McHugh crouched behind the mirror and recorded the complete 
corruption of the once innocent blonde on his film. He photographed breasts 
and cock and balls and the splayed wet slit of her wanton pussy in a series 
of full color shots, feeling twinges of jealousy as he watched their 
lust-wracked faces. He groaned to be out there with them, his own hard cock 
quaking with animal desire as the two naked bodies fucked on the rug. 
Goddamn, but Flynn's fucking her good! he wheezed as he snapped more 
pictures, capturing the senator's rakish penis ravishing Peggy's pinkly 
spasming cunt.... 

Peggy kicked out more wildly, delirious sensations causing cries of 
abandoned delight to tumble from her lips. She locked her ankles around his 
legs and willfully skewered her hot, moist pussy up the full length of his 
immense, ramming erection. Excited perspiration poured from every inch of 
her skin, and her fingers raked the pounding cheeks of his thrusting 
buttocks with her insatiable need to pull him deeper inside her belly. She 
rolled in heat, her sensitive vagina the inflamed center of new new-found 
craving, wanting to experience every nuance of sex now especially what she'd 
dreamed about while masturbating the night before, the delicious sensation 
of a man shooting his sperm up into her womb. 

"Ohhh, senator!" she whined. "You feel so good!" 

"Then beg me! Beg me for what you want." 

"Ohhh, do it! Do it to me!" 

"Not that way!" he choked impatiently. "Tell me you want me to fuck you!" 

She moaned and whimpered at this further indignity, finally whispering 
hesitantly: "F-Fuck me!" But then he levered again, and she screamed out in 
unquenchable passion: "Fuck me! Ohhh, Senator Flynn, fuck me!" She was 
shocked to hear herself blurt such prurient words, but their very obscenity 
only seemed to urge her on, her drunken mind maddened by the depraved 
sensations boiling through her blood and sinew. "Fuck meeeeeee. . . ! " 

"Now, that's more like it! Yaass!" the senator crowed, and he pistoned into 
her with all his strength. Peggy turned her face to one side so she could 
suck in the air her aching lungs required, panting with sexual frenzy while 
her mouth worked fish-like in gasping delight. Her eyes caught one Climax 
Illustrated booklet open nearby, and she stared at the thick cock pictured 
there fused with an eagerly hollowing cunt, and somehow she felt a new warm 
kinship with the unknown woman now that she'd discovered how that woman must 
have felt when the picture was taken. The obscene photo drove her on, and 
she chanted deleriously up at Flynn: "Fuck, fuck, fuck me...Oh fuck me and 
cum, fuck me and cum in me, senator!" 

"I will! I will!" he panted in response. "Fuck back harder! Oh, I'm almost 
there, my child! 

Fuck back harder!" 

Peggy obeyed wantonly, for she was approaching her own orgasm and her body 
was more animal than human, twisting and contorting as she spread her thighs 
and bucked up crazily against the thickly battering shaft of the 
politician's cock.... 

She-eit, look at that little bitch go! McHugh thought in lascivious 
fascination while he stared at the lithely beautiful girl straining for her 
climax under the heavily fucking body of Senator Flynn. He'd never seen 
anything so absolutely inciting in all his life! He cursed the additional 
time before he could sink his own angry aching cock into that hot young 
blonde writhing shamelessly on the floor, and his hands were shaking so 
badly he couldn't hold the camera steady! He was so all-fired heated up he 
couldn't even sight through the viewfinder and take a picture of their 
cumming! To hell with it! He couldn't stand this another instant! He had to 
join in and be a party to the ravishment of this innocent secretary, and if 
Flynn didn't like it that was just too damned bad for him! 

With a growl of insane lust, the elderly Representative stuffed his camera 
into the pocket of his jacket hanging on one of the hooks. Then fingers 
trembling as if struck by palsy, he opened the door to the bedroom closet 
and staggered out in the direction of the living room, stiff-legged and 
gasping, his turgid erection leading the way like a wagging signpost. 

"Wahoooo!" he cackled. "Ready or not, here I come....! " 

Peggy Lawrence was dimly aware that somebody else had entered the room, but 
it didn't matter to her at all. Nothing mattered except her deep, wet grotto 
of lust and the pistoning male flesh that was filling it. This was madness 
she had never dreamed about a total surrender to the lure of the flesh, and 
her drunken mind reveled in her sinful debasement. 

"Jumpin' jehoshaphat!" she heard a wheezy voice exclaim. "Look at little 
Miss Innocent climb your beanstalk!" 

"I told you I'd deliver the right kind of goods, Jerome!" a Flynn-like voice 
panted triumphantly. "I only care to send the very best, yaass!" 

"You kept your word, Maurice, you sure did that! You've got my vote on the 
next three bills, no matter what they are! But don't fuck her to death, you 
goddamned goat! There's got to be some tender meat left on her bones when I 
take over!" 

"Ha, so it got too much to just watch, eh Jerome?" 

"I was fogging up the glass so bad I couldn't see out here," came the 
waspish answer, though McHugh was careful not to mention the use of his 
camera. "For God's sake, cum, will you? Then let a man take over and show 
you how it's done....! " 

The puzzling conversation continued, the remarks becoming more lewd and 
gutterish. But it didn't matter to Peggy. She drove on unheedingly, almost 
ready to climax and unable to stop. Her secret desires which she'd kept 
chained and guarded for so long, had been unlocked and set loose tonight 
like a pack of wild beasts, to ravage the garden of her mind and body. She 
wanted to exploit all of her brand-new passions, to saturate herself to the 
limit with the unfamiliar sensations, and her now ravenously hungry cunt 
spiraled up the senator's slipperily plunging cock as she strove madly for 
the end. Then- 

"Ohhhh Lord! Lord, yes!" she screamed up at him. "This is it! I...I'm going 
to cum, Senator Flynn! I'm going to cum!" 

"And so am I....! " he chorused enthusiastically. 

With a deep-throated howl, her naked body began to vibrate uncontrollably, 
lubricious secretions flowing from her throbbing pussy slit and drowning his 
impaling penis with mucous warmth. She reached frantically around under her 
squirming buttocks with both her hands to caress his slapping testicles as 
he heaved down between her wide-split thighs. She felt him spasm, sensing 
the muscles of his abdomen tightening against her bare skin, and she braced 
herself. Her first male cum inside of her! The first time a man had spurted 
his semen into her belly! She knew with an illogical flash that it wouldn't 
be her last, either.... 

And then the senator's penis expanded and she could feel the thin tube 
running along the underside of his shaft bulging with his molten seed. He 
groaned and swore, and thick sperm splashed out deep inside her pussy, 
making her vaginal walls pulsate in rhythm to his surging throbs. The 
panting secretary shivered and blindly reacted, arching her back and 
clenching greedily at his ejaculating cock as her own orgasmic fluids spewed 
from around her nibbling cuntal lips and poured down over her thighs and 
buttocks. She felt completely void of all normal emotion as her paralyzing 
climax covered her like an obscene blanket, deadening her nerves and bones 
until she felt wrapped in miraculous joy. Her legs spasmed and then dropped 
from around his legs, splaying lifelessly while Senator Flynn's cock 
trickled out the last of his cum. She sighed dreamily, lost in her 
just-discovered world of sensuality. 

Well, she'd just been fucked for the very first time, and fucked very well, 
too! Her entire pubic area still throbbed with a dull continuous ache and 
her flesh wouldn't stop trembling from the overflow of passionate sensations 
which had changed her from a decent girl to a seething mass of wanton female 
flesh. She could never return to being a virgin, but she had to admit that 
she didn't seem to care that she'd lost her prized proof of innocence. In 
fact, as the very shamelessness of her abandoned behavior flickered hazily 
behind her tightly closed eyes, the mental images of her naked body craving 
for orgasm seemed to incite her dazed and drunken senses all over again. 
With subconscious desire, she began to undulate her buttocks in tiny lewd 
circles, squeezing her vaginal muscles against the rapidly deflating penis 
still nestled tight in her loins. She had milked it dry once, but spurred on 
by her newfound sensuality and the erotic stimulation this evening had 
provided, Peggy was gripped by the sudden urge to have Senator Flynn's cock 
once more hard and long and fucking into her cunt. She lusted to feel his 
hot, thick sperm filling her yearning little pussy again until it flooded 
from her pussy lips and ran down her already smeared thighs. She wanted to 
wallow in lust again; wallow in her still fresh and unexplored streak of 
depravity.... 

"Again...Oh Lord, senator, again!" she sobbed out with uncontainable 
frustration. But is was useless. As much as she rolled her hips around his 
softened penis, it would not come alive for her, its mastery lost over her 
unsated emotions. With a satisfied sigh of contentment, Senator Flynn 
crawled from between her still gyrating thighs and flopped on his back 
beside her on the carpet. 

"Please, sir! Please, fuck me again!" Peggy was writhing with unsatiated 
need, grinding her hips into the floor while manipulating her own fingers 
ineffectually in the hair-fringed slit between her thighs. "Ohhh, please, I 
want to be fucked!" 

"And that, toots, is why I'm here!" came a raucous, sniggering voice from 
close by. "Just you open your pretty blue eyes and take a gander at me, and 
you'll see a derrick that'll satisfy what ails you!" 

"Wh-What?" Peggy gasped, and now she recalled the strange, ethereal voices 
she heard moments earlier while she climaxed. She leaned up on one elbow, 
her other hand frozen in its obscene position of masturbation, and turned 
her head to stare in the direction of the sound. She shook herself to clear 
the glaze of passion and fog of liquor which were cloaking her vision...and 
then she opened her mouth in horror, her face turning bright red in abrupt 
humiliation and dread at being found nakedly sprawled with Senator Flynn's 
sperm still oozing from her pussy. 

"Oh my God! Oh my God, no!" she gasped. "Oh God, it's Representative 
McHugh!" 

"In the flesh, toots," the sixty-nine year man snickered, coming toward her. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Congressman McHugh moved closer until he was standing arrogantly over the 
horror-stricken form of Senator Flynn's blonde secretary. His stumpy, 
thickly-veined penis jutted out in its hardness like an accusing finger. To 
one side, Senator Flynn rested against one leg of the coffee table, his face 
a flushed, sweaty pink from satiation, and his leer almost as salacious as 
McHugh's smirking grin. 

Peggy Lawrence finally realized the exact dimensions of her position, and 
tried to scramble away from the two politicians, pressing herself against 
the front panel of the low couch alongside her, putting one fisted hand up 
against her trembling mouth and biting her knuckles. 

McHugh chuckled in an off-hand, easy manner, as if he were sitting in his 
Capitol office instead of standing naked in the midst of brutal degeneracy. 
"Guess you're a mite surprised to see me here, right?" he asked her, eyes 
flashing. 

"G-Go away!" she blurted, knowing how silly and futile her words sounded 
even as she said them. "Please...just go away!" 

"Why, that ain't a very respectful attitude to take toward a duly elected 
representative of these here United States," the aging politician rebuked, 
his voice mocking disapproval as he wagged a finger down at her. "And after 
all the trouble Maurice went to--to arrange things. It was planned from the 
start, toots, just so you'd be where you are now...and certainly you don't 
want to disappoint us, do you? Not a good girl like you." 

"Arranged? Planned?" Peggy managed to gasp through her clenched fist. "B-But 
why? Why?" 

"Why do you think? To get at that hot little body of yours, you silly goose! 
You've been sashaying it in front of everybody around the halls ever since 
Maurice brought you to Washington, teasing us, telling us we can look but 
can't touch. Well, this may be news for you, but we're the ones who make the 
laws. So when your distinguished Senator Flynn offered a 'gentleman's 
agreement' concerning you, why it seemed the perfect time to lay the law. So 
to speak." 

"Wh-What are you planning to do?" she whimpered. "Oh I beg you, don't hurt 
me!" 

"Nobody's going to hurt you, my child," Senator Flynn said suavely in a 
pretense of pacifying his terrified secretary. "Now, you just remember how 
much you loved my pecker in your cunt just now, and everything will be just 
fine. Yaass." 

"And you did," McHugh taunted, smiling lecherously at her. "I saw it all, 
and you got nice and hot and pleading to be fucked. You will again," he 
promised, reaching down to touch her arm. "You will again, and you'll be 
fucked again." 

Peggy cringed from his brushing fingers, a shrinking tremor surging through 
her naked flesh. "N-No!" she groaned, shaking her head slowly as she gazed 
haplessly up into his pitiless eyes. "Don't even touch me!" 

"But I am going to touch you, toots! I'm going to touch you all over, 
wherever and however I want to. You're going to fulfill all the promises of 
that body of yours, everything I've been watching and wanting. This is going 
to be one night you're not going to forget, I can vouch for that...." 

The obscenities droned on and on, but it was as if a switch had suddenly 
been pulled somewhere in the girl's tortured and drunken brain, completely 
blotting out the rest of Congressman McHugh's lewd words. The total shock of 
turning from the moist, hot heaven of sexual release, and seeing the nude 
form of another man greedily spying on her had pushed Peggy dangerously 
close to insanity. Hearing his salacious threats, his revelation that 
Senator 

Flynn had planned her entire seduction, and learning that both men were far 
more corrupt and evil than she could ever have imagined, had almost sent her 
crazy. If it had not been for the liquor and the embers of passion which 
still glowed faintly through her flesh, she would surely have become a 
raving maniac in that moment while she crouched by the couch. She sprawled 
in a half-daze of tumbling, disjointed thoughts and emotions, nothing making 
any sense to her until she was suddenly jerked back to painful reality. 
Representative McHugh was kneeling beside her, his flaming eyes and hot 
breath so close now to her tender skin that they seemed to ass a hole 
straight through to her reeling, insensate mind. 

"I do believe you've struck a valuable deposit, Maurice," he said huskily, 
his course fingers moving over the rounded whiteness of her firm thighs, 
twisting and kneading the softly yielding flesh of her hips. "She's no dry 
hole, that's for sure. She's got rich untapped resources, and by all that's 
holy, I'm going to have fun drilling for a gusher!" 

"Well, if the first time were any indication," Senator Flynn replied, 
crawling closer, "this dear sweet child doesn't have any energy crisis 
unless it's too much!" 

Congressman McHugh sat back on his haunches for a moment, inspecting the 
erotic portrait of the young blonde's curvaceous body quivering in helpless 
prostration. "Help me turn her over," he croaked, no longer able to contain 
his urgent lust. "Turn her over on her belly and then hold her down." 

"Lord, no...no...., " Peggy mewled in frigid terror, but she was unable to 
resist when the two politicians clutched her and rolled her over harshly on 
the carpet. She lay quaking on her stomach, her face pressed into the 
matting, her eyes clenched shut with bitter shame and misery. 

"What are you going to do to her, Jerome?" the senator asked. "Fuck her 
dog-style?" 

"Godddd!" Peggy sobbed against the carpet, tears streaming from her eyes and 
down her softly crimsoning cheeks. Fuck her like a dog...as if she were 
nothing better than a bitch in heat! She winced at the lewd idea, then 
shuddered as she felt a small, unwanted tingle of excitement lance through 
her loins from the very perversity of such humiliating defilement. 
Miserably, she sensed that her explosive emotions which had been loosened 
when Senator Flynn had been fucking her, were barely banked now and could be 
fanned into a raging inferno again, consuming her flesh in a fire of wanton 
lust. Dear God, she must fight her newfound yearnings! She must not 
surrender as she had before to the betrayal of her body's wicked desires! 
She mustn't let them win! She mustn't....! 

Senator Flynn heard his naked secretary's groaning shame, and grinned 
diabolically at McHugh. He was squatting in front of her face, leaning 
forward slightly and pinning down her shoulders with his arms, following her 
every squirming motion to insure she could not get up off the floor. He 
watched with interest as the older representative positioned himself over 
the lush curve of her quivering, up-thrust buttocks, and he felt Peggy 
clenching every muscle of her body when McHugh fingered her rounded young 
ass-cheeks, cupping their full-swelling ripeness with horny delight. 

Peggy felt the representative's calloused old hands shakily groping at her 
sensitive buttocks. She tried to pull away from his loathsome touch, but the 
weight of Senator Flynn's hands on her neck and shoulders held her firmly to 
the carpet. McHugh clutched more frantically, gripping the moons of her 
buttocks in a taloned bite as he tried to lever her hips off the floor. 

"Up, toots, up!" she heard him panting. "Get up on your knees and waggle 
your sweet ass for me!" 

Peggy attempted to resist. As she had when the senator had first stripped 
her naked, she flattened herself against the carpet instead of blindly 
obeying the lurid command, this time locking her ankles together and 
stiffening the muscles of her thighs and buttocks as well. But she knew with 
tragic fatalism that her defense was hopeless and she couldn't hold out long 
against her inevitable fate. The fingers clawing her hips tugged with 
powerful insistence, and Senator Flynn pushed her face harder against the 
floor, cutting off her air and causing a faint dizziness to sweep over her. 
Her body went limp, and by the time she'd recovered her breath, her buttocks 
were waving high in abject submission to the aroused old politician kneeling 
behind her. 

Sobbing in hopeless resignation, Peggy relaxed and ceased her struggles. 
There was nothing left now but the horrible surrender to McHugh's obscene 
desires, her conquered body to be used like a helpless toy in his quest for 
satisfaction...satisfaction that would only come when he'd spewed his 
ancient sperm deep up inside her belly. 

"Spread that ass wider, toots!" Representative McHugh demanded, his rheumy 
eyes gleaming licentiously. "As wide apart as you can!" 

The nakedly cowering girl responded, now beyond all resistance or care. She 
moved her knees apart until the whole of her tender little cuntal slit was 
exposed, still warm and moist from her orgasmic secretions, her blonde pubic 
hair matted with Senator Flynn's ejaculations. Representative McHugh lowered 
his face until it was on the same level as the thin pink folds of her young 
vagina, and eager for more, he placed his hands on her resilient buttocks 
and determinedly pressed outward. He stared engrossed at the smooth inner 
valley between her hair-fringed lips, viewing all of her pussy from clitoris 
to anus, tender and pearlescent. He spied some whitish moisture from the 
senator's recent cumming, but that didn't bother him; what the hell, a guy 
got used to that after the number of group-sex and swap-club orgies he'd 
attended! It even added a certain piquancy as far as he was concerned, like 
sprinkling a little spice on delicious food. Ahhhh...and what a feast she 
had set before his eyes! 

McHugh removed one hand and placed it on his mouth. He fumbled with his 
false teeth and then took them out, placing the dentures carefully on the 
coffee table nearby, where they seemed to smile back at him with a lewd 
porcelain grin. He moved closer between the sobbing girl's legs, breathing 
deeply of her cuntal fragrance as it drifted enticingly up to flare his 
nostrils...and then he blew softly out through his puckered lips, directly 
against the sensitive crevice of her exposed pink pussy. 

Peggy squirmed in embarrassed surprise, but before she could react further, 
McHugh thrust his tongue forward and touched the tender folds of her warmly 
pulsating vagina. She gasped, shocked from the unexpected wet contact with 
her cuntal slit, and jerked forward to escape the hot teasing touch of his 
withered mouth. But Senator Flynn tightened his hands on her shoulders so 
she couldn't slip away, while McHugh thrust his tongue deeper into her 
succulent young pussy, pushing his gums closer and beginning to work at the 
whole naked plane of her uptilted vagina. 

"Ohhhhhhh!" she mewled in a muffled tone. "Ohhhhno! No, don't!" 

The kneeling politician's only response was a throaty laugh and a further 
teasing stab of his tongue up into the shame-clenched lips of her cringing 
pussy. McHugh could feel her trying desperately to pull her wide-splayed 
hips away from his slippery probe, and he could hear her whimper in moaning 
anguish to the perversion he was forcing her to accept. The satin flesh and 
soft blonde pubic hair brushed teasingly against his nose and chin while she 
clenched her thighs in mortification, but despite her shame and abhorrence, 
he could taste the beginning droplets of involuntary secretions. He knew her 
healthy young body was starting to tentatively react even if her mind still 
rebelled. The clear lubrications were slowly seeping from her subconsciously 
responding cunt, a delightful mixture heightened by her unwilling arousal 
and the remainder of Senator Flynn's semen. 

"No, don't...please, don't...." Peggy chanted as the congressman swirled his 
tongue around deep in her submissive pussy. Despite the horror and 
embarrassment from the depravity he was subjecting her to, she felt an 
undeniable throb of wanton delight forcing its way unwantedly through her 
naked loins. She could feel the fleshy lips of her sensually awakened cunt 
pulsing gently with desire, as if demanding more of the wet licking tongue 
deeper between their sensitive folds. She could sense tormenting shivers of 
forbidden sensations starting to ripple through her nerves no matter how she 
resolved that they should not, their lewd intensity increasing as she 
envisioned the helplessness of her obscene kneeling position. Her toes 
curled against the carpeting and her legs began to quiver responsively to 
the quickening liquid caress of his toothless mouth, unable to restrain her 
rising emotions. Against all her hopes and promises, her nubile breasts 
swung beneath her chest with a growing hardness, their crimson nipples 
protruding in a firmness which betrayed her need to be fucked again. 

Then McHugh flicked the tip of his tongue upward without warning, teasing 
the sensitive ring of her anus that was now clearly exposed between her 
quivering buttocks. The tight rosebud muscle of her rectum puckered 
defensively from the lewdly pleasurable sensation, but the sadistic old 
politician only pressed closer, feeling her writhe under a continuous wet 
assault on her vulnerable little anus. 

"Ohhhhh!" she groaned uncontrollably between her teeth. "That's even worse 
there! No, don't! Don't!" 

Lord, how he was debasing her! Treating her like some gutter whore, just 
like Senator Flynn had raped her without mercy as if she were a common slut! 
She tightened every muscle in defense against the immoral kissing of her 
anal opening, discovering to her morbid shame that her thighs were flowering 
wider apart, unconsciously begging to absorb more and more of the cruel, 
lust-licking mouth. Even if she were married and loved her husband very 
much, she would never have allowed her genitals to be tongued this way! The 
entire notion of this perversion had always repulsed her...but now, after 
having seen cunnilingus in the booklets and indulged in depravity on her 
own, there was little left in her immature mind to resist this further 
attack upon her naivety. 

"Lord, don't let it happen," she prayerfully murmured to herself. "Oh, don't 
let it happen to me again...." But haplessly she sensed that she was falling 
prey to her own wicked desires once more, and her sinful body was 
approaching that exquisite state a second time, where nothing mattered other 
than total prurient abandonment. The lewd admission of her approaching 
defeat only made her squirm her smoothly rounded buttocks back against 
Representative McHugh's punishing mouth and chastise her wanton flesh still 
more. A corrupting blaze was building irrevocably in her seething belly, and 
in the end it was the mortifying realization of her own sordid cravings that 
weakened her to surrender. A moan of obscene arousal escaped her lips, 
unmasking her capitulation to her lusts. I can't help myself! I just can't 
help myself any longer....! 

"Ohhhhhhhhhh!" the twenty-year old secretary sighed. "Yes! Yes, do it! Do it 
to me!" 

"Do what?" Senator Flynn taunted mercilessly. "Tell Jerome exactly what to 
do!" 

Peggy knew exactly what the two evil men wanted her to beg for, and the 
resultant disgrace tantalized her nerves. She couldn't do anything to stop 
herself. "S-Suck me! Suck my cunt and my ass!" she babbled in mindless 
desire. "Suck me off...., ! " 

Flynn heard the beautiful blonde girl's lewd pleadings and felt the 
increasing tempo of her abandoned body beneath his hands. "So!" he chortled 
maliciously down at her. "It's like I told you, my child amazing things are 
done and said when in the throes of passion!" 

The naked senator locked his vision on her wetly parted lips that were 
already ovaling from her shameful arousals. A picture of how they'd look 
closing over a long hard penis fired his lewd imagination as he held her 
shoulders to the carpet, and he felt his once limp cock jerked with renewed 
excitement. The more he studied her lovely face and watched her mouth 
gasping in torment and pleasure, the greater was his own desires, now 
regenerating in his loins. He thought of her swallowing a hot load of sperm 
as he spurted it down her warmly sucking mouth, and reflexively, his lengthy 
penis grew erect again, straightening into a thick, aching spear of 
revitalized lust. Hell, it was as if he'd never cum only moments before! He 
didn't need to hold Peggy down any longer, not the way she was going stark 
raving mad with McHugh gumming her upturned, twitching cunt! It was stupid 
to just kneel here doing nothing after all, Peggy was his secretary, wasn't 
she? 

The heavily breathing senator took one hand from young Peggy's shoulder and 
wrapped it around his rejuvenated cock. Stroked his hardness to burgeoning 
length, moving his other hand around to finger over Peggy's sensual mouth 
and part her glistening lips. Then he shifted around slightly so that the 
purplish blunt tip of his re-erection pressed wetly along her velvety 
cheeks, temptingly near to her pink-flushed chin. 

"You like being sucked, my dear?" he hissed lewdly. "All right...then you 
can suck me! Suck my cock! Yaass!" 

Peggy had been hunched in a half-dazed state of sensation, and it wasn't 
until she heard Senator Flynn's obscene demand that she realized what he was 
doing. She tried to avert her head, sickened suddenly at the thought of her 
face being used as an unwilling bowl for despotic sperm, hoping crazily that 
he was only trying to humiliate her further and hear her beg some more. But 
when the salacious senator tangled his fingers in her long blonde hair and 
jerked her head back around and off the carpet, she knew with mounting 
horror and revulsion that he was very serious. He did want her to take his 
penis in her mouth, just like that woman did in those awful pictures! 

"Come on!" she heard him insist. "Open wide!" 

"Yeth, do it!" McHugh shouted in a muffled lisp, still tonguing her pussy 
without his teeth. "Thuck him off!" 

Her eyes widened in tormented anguish, and she couldn't quite bring herself 
to obey the corrupt commands, even though she knew something worse would 
happen if she failed. She watched in spell-bound loathing as Senator 

Flynn pulled the foreskin on his hardened shaft back so that the bulbous 
head pulsated an inch away from her mouth. Then his other hand was forcing 
her jaws apart while he guided the hard spongy cock which had so recently 
fucked her against her clenching teeth. Still she hesitated...and then 
McHugh lashed his aging tongue deep into her sensitive young cunt, causing 
her to gasp in renewed delight. Flynn's thick erection rammed through her 
spontaneously parting lips, sliding in the moist saliva of her mouth up 
along the full length of her tongue. 

Immediately the senator began a slow pumping action, his massive penis 
sliding in and out of her mouth with a lurid wet sucking sound. Peggy could 
feel his glans seeping tiny droplets of lubricating fluid, filling the warm 
cavern between her cheeks with a pungent salty taste. She closed her eyes, 
her shame and despair knowing no bounds as she tried not to dwell on the 
depraved assault to which she was being submitted. But it was impossible. 
The older man's hands were holding her in a savage grip, his bloated 
testicles bouncing off her chin as he increased the stroking of his 
throbbing cock into her cringing mouth. 

"Now suck on it," Flynn snarled viciously from above her nodding head. "Wrap 
those sweet lips around it and suck!" 

Peggy started to cry again but it came out gagged and low as he shoved the 
sound back down her throat with his pistoning cock. Her lips began to nibble 
slightly on his fleshy shaft, more from self-defense so she could keep on 
breathing than from any eager enjoyment. Her tongue, lips, and teeth closed 
ovaly around the large, sliding penis until the senator's buttocks began to 
tighten from the delicious sensations she was causing him. 

"Not bad, my child! Not bad! More!" he groaned above her bobbing face as she 
worked enslaved to end her degradation as soon as possible. "Ohh, you're a 
natural! You're a natural-born-cock -sucker, yaass!" 

The saliva in Peggy's mouth grew to become sticky with the emissions of 
seminal moisture leaking from the tip of his thrusting cock. She could feel 
his wiry pubic hair grazing her nose as his expanding penis stretched her 
hollowing cheeks. Moaning piteously, she felt him skewering her mouth with 
merciless fury, while behind her, Congressman McHugh pressed his toothless 
mouth further into the slippery crevice of her tingling pussy. Never had she 
felt so abused or debauched, both venal politicians acting as if they were 
trying to meet somewhere in the middle of her ravaged body. She sucked 
Flynn's blood-engorged manhood and wriggled her buttocks back against 
McHugh's tonguing mouth in an effort to satisfy them, praying that this 
would be all her cruel molesters would demand. 

Yet even as she sucked at the hard thick penis pumping into her mouth, she 
felt her naked flesh stirring with newly building passion. Her hips were 
starting to squirm more demandingly while Representative McHugh stimulated 
her succulent pussy, her widespread thighs undulating of their own volition 
around his wetly scouring tongue and lips. She tried to ignore the 
nerve-tingling sensations creeping forcefully through her nakedly kneeling 
body...but the mean, debasing thought of her vagina being licked while her 
mouth was being used as a second cunt was too lewd an image for her to 
resist. The masochistic pleasure of being abused like the filthiest of 
whores permeated her mind, and she whimpered mutely with a combination of 
shame and delight. Oh Lord, it's happened! the naked girl droned on in her 
misery. A tongue in my cunt and a prick in my mouth, and I can't seem to 
keep from loving it. . . ! 

Behind her, the elderly congressman sensed her now unleashed desires, and 
decided he'd fooled around long enough. He straightened up from her 
erotically rotating buttocks, licking his thin lips to cleanse the last of 
her warmly perfumed pussy juice from his mouth, and then he ordered in a 
voice husky with passion: "LiP that ath higher! Lif it up in the air!" 

Peggy reacted without hesitation this time, arching her hips and feeling his 
course fingers on her thighs. She knew she was being manipulated to his own 
perverted sense of lust, and she felt the weakness and trembling in her legs 
from her own obscene desire to be fucked. She sucked in her breath, ovaling 
her lips more firmly around Senator Flynn's throbbing penis, as she felt the 
older politician's stubby erection sliding along the smooth, delicate slit 
between her wavering buttocks. In eager anticipation she began to thrust her 
uptilted crevice back against his taunting cock, her moistly welcoming 
vagina searching desperately for the fulfilling shaft of male hardness. 

Representative McHugh had other, more sadistic ideas. He raised his 
lust-bloated shaft until its rounded head was aimed directly at the tiny 
pink sphincter muscle of her rectum. He hunched forward, prodding her anus 
with his penis, finding her well lubricated with saliva and her own 
secretions. The swollen tip of his cock nudged against the snugly resisting 
entrance of the blonde secretary's rectum, and he chuckled lewdly as he felt 
her stiffen in shock and sudden dread. 

"Wha....? What are you doing?" Peggy squeaked around the grinding hardness 
filling her mouth. "What are you doing to me back there?" 

"Juththith!" McHugh gleefully lisped, and thrust with his flanks, stabbing 
his cock through the elastic barrier of her now futilely puckered anus. 

"Auuggghh!" the skewered secretary groaned. 

The astounding and unexpected pain of the congressman's thick penis popping 
into her tight little anal passage whipped the girl's breath away. She 
choked on Senator Flynn's hot erection still stuffing her mouth, her mind 
reeling in panic as she tried to wrench free. But she found herself too 
firmly skewered between the pair of brutally spearing cocks, and the 
agonizing penetration of Representative McHugh continued.... 

"Mmmmmuuuugggghhhh!" she cried around the penis between her lips. "Stop! It 
hurts! It hurts!" 

"Nathurly!" McHugh leered, ramming another brutal inch of his sodomizing 
hardness up into her rectum. 

"You're killing meeeee!" she screamed in dizzying waves of agony. Her 
nakedly impaled buttocks quivered and writhed as the viscious thrusts into 
her tortured rectum grew with remorseless strength. She could hear the 
representative's obscene grunts of effort and pleasure as he strained to 
hammer all of his thickly wedging erection into her anus, and she hated 
herself and her defeated body for the indecent joy it was giving him. She 
simply couldn't withstand this sordid sodomizing any longer, the pain was 
too intense...but then she felt a strange new buttock-flattening pressure as 
McHugh's old pelvis slammed against her thighs, and she knew that somehow 
she'd managed to absorb all of his savage penis. He was totally filling her 
wretchedly split rectum, solid and extremely painful, but at least she had 
no more to accept! 

"Uggggg," she groaned around Flynn's mouth-fucking cock, fearful of moving 
for the excruciating torture it would cause. Lord, she couldn't believe the 
depravities happening to her! She'd started out as an innocent virgin 
tonight, and here she was being fucked in the mouth and fucked in the ass 
simultaneously! God, she simply couldn't fall any lower than she was 
already! 

McHugh grabbed her waist in a lunging bear-hug and immediately began to 
piston rhythmically into her sadistically swollen anus. "Arg!" she gurgled. 
"Ohhhhh! Owwww!" The aging politician chuckled as he heard her groaning 
cries, sawing faster and deeper in and out of the hot buttery depths of her 
rectal passage, delighted in the further sobs of pain and misery he was 
causing her. With an obscene perversity, he slid one hand down underneath 
her thighs and fondled her open vaginal slit, feeling the warm slick 
moisture from her cunt seeping deliciously out to coat his wrinkled 
testicles as they swung loosely down between her legs. His beady eyes locked 
on his hardened cock fucking cruelly into the tight puckered opening between 
her buttocks, watching greedily as her tender pink nether flesh clung to the 
shaft of his penis as if unwilling to let go. His raspy breathing increased, 
aroused by the lascivious sight before him, and he rampaged the clasping 
tunnel of the young girl's rectum without thought or care for the torment he 
was bringing her. 

Peggy dug her nails into her palms, and gently bit at the long hard cock 
throbbing between her ovaled lips. She felt ripped beyond repair up between 
her widened thighs, horribly degraded in her pain-wracked submission. She 
knelt moaning and crying between the two vicious politicians, impaled upon 
their twin erections like a roasting pig upon a spit. Senator Flynn wasted 
no time in matching the rutting tempo McHugh set up, and he began to surge 
furiously into her warm wet mouth in time to the representative's thrusts 
into her inhumanely filled rectum. 

At first the only thing the nakedly subjugated secretary could do was utter 
long continuous whines of horror and agony. But as the lust-enraged men 
crushed into her defenseless young body with harder and faster power, her 
ravished flesh began to slowly respond to the outrageous defilement, just as 
it had done the one time before. She was dazedly shocked to find the pain in 
her anus gradually fading, the burning agony inexorably changing to a 
strange and lurid thrill that seemed to shiver through her raw 
nerve-endings. Her mewls of hurt inevitably lessened, becoming low whimpers 
of passion, of pleadings to be ravaged and punished by the naked older men 
fucking her at either end. She began to wish that her clasping lips and 
squeezing anus would be as salaciously mauled as her tender pink cunt had 
been, savagely raped until hot liquid cum filled her mouth and rectum as her 
pussy had been. It was just as she'd abjectly feared when the perversions 
had begun...she could never be the same innocent girl again, and she no 
longer gave a good goddamn! 

"Squeeze my balls, child!" Senator Flynn panted down at her. "Take them 
gently in your hand and squeeze them!" 

Peggy cupped the soft, semen-filled sac, sucking demoniacally as she did, 
not because she'd been ordered to, but because she could no longer withstand 
the temptation. Her upturned thighs humped against McHugh's fleshy scepter 
like a milking machine gone mad, the ecstatic pleasure of being lewdly and 
sinfully sodomized permeating her body with teasing submissiveness. 

"Suck! Suck!" the senator groaned. "I'm going to...I'm going to cuuummmm! 
Yyyyyaaasssss....! " 

Peggy moaned around the throbbing cock in her mouth as it skewered violently 
between her tightly ringing lips. She knew that at any second it would begin 
spurting out its load of obscene male cum, and she sucked hungrily to taste 
it. In place of shame or guilt, was the wonderfully arousing desire for her 
entire body to be saturated in heated male seed, and she thrust her loins 
back at the same time against the more than willing representative, opening 
her rectal muscles wide to get every .fractional inch of his pistoning cock. 

"Ahhhhhh!" McHugh grunted. "I'm cumming thoooo!" 

At the same moment Peggy's second climax struck her loins, the penis fucking 
her in the ass jerked in warning. It started spurting needle-thin jets of 
hot sticky sperm deep up into her salaciously quaking rectum, splashing 
against her anal walls and then back out her clasping sphincter muscle to 
trickle slowly down to the hair-lined lips of her pussy. The old 
politician's thick stumpy cock spasmed viriley, making 

Peggy hunch forward and submerge Flynn's burgeoning cock in her wildly 
sucking mouth to its very hilt. Then, it burst as well, flooding her mouth 
and throat with delicious pungency of volcanic proportions. Her cheeks 
ballooned outward as she desperately choked and gulped, trying to swallow 
all of the white-haired congressman's cascading semen, clasping her lips 
into a tight oval band around his pumping shaft so she wouldn't lose a 
single drop of his precious cum. She lashed out her tongue in a final eager 
effort to capture all of the taste-tempting sperm as his collapsing penis 
slid free from her lips with a slow, wet, sluicing sound.... 

"Nnnnngghhh! she moaned, her once innocent flesh exploding in a myriad of 
orgasmic stars, her lithe young body racked by the great upheaval of her 
climax. She shivered rigidly...then fell forward exhausted on the rug, 
releasing McHugh's depleted cock from the ravaged pink orifice of her 
cum-drenched rectum. The three of them sprawled on the carpet beside the 
couch and coffee table, nearly unconscious from their satiations and barely 
able to breathe.... 

"Fine," Representative McHugh sighed after awhile. "Oh, that wath juth 
fiiine!" 

"The best little secretary I ever did hire," Senator Flynn agreed with a 
satisfied smile. "A true Caroline Wren...." 

Peggy buried her face in her hands as reality slowly drifted back to her 
whirling brain. Now, with the heat of her tender body gradually dissipating, 
she sensed the cold return of guilt and despair. Lord, she had no idea what 
had taken possession of her mind, but shamefully she'd not been able to 
control the basest of her yearnings, and her sensitive anus and mouth 
throbbed and pulsed from the depravities she'd begged for. But now, with 
bleak remorse, all she wanted was to get away from this horrid apartment and 
these two loathsome politicians. She pulled herself up to a sitting 
position, pausing to allow her aching muscles a chance to adjust before she 
stood up. 

"Going somewhere, my child?" Flynn asked casually, stroking her leg with 
gentle fingers. 

"Home," she said miserably, yanking her leg away. 

"So soon? Why? Haven't you had fun?" 

Peggy nodded mutely, tearfully, unable to deny the obvious after the way 
she'd so lewdly performed. "Yes, but...but no more. Lord, I can't take 
anymore. Please, let me get dressed and go home." 

"Mi' ath well, Maurith," Representative McHugh agreed, displaying rare 
sympathy toward the girl he'd brutally sodomized. "You've cum twice now, an' 
I ain' no spring chicken any longer. We've had enough for one nigh'. " 

"For always," Peggy murmured in a promise to herself. Slowly, painfully she 
rose to her feet, seeing her naked reflection in the large mirror the 
two-way glass she still didn't suspect. For a moment she studied the raw 
bruises and pink spots which marked her pale young skin, and then she 
stumbled to where her clothes were heaped on the carpet. She shuddered for a 
moment, unable to bend over and retrieve them...and then thought how she 
must look to the two politicians. She'd arrived here as an innocent 
virgin...and now she was standing like some wanton prostitute, callously 
posing in only her stockings and the dried white film of their 
multi-orgasms. 

A wave of grief and horror swept over her, and she hastily scooped up her 
dress and struggled into it. She left her tattered brassiere and panties 
where they lay, it being useless to try and wear their shredded remnants. 
Their disheveled pile told without words the sorry story of her tragic 
downfall, and their picture would remain in her mind forever as the symbol 
of her moral defeat. Then she turned without a word, slipped into her shoes 
and headed slowly for the front door. 

"You want me to call a taxi, my dear?" Flynn asked. 

She turned to study the nude senator. Still handsome and muscular, his thick 
white hair managing to stay improbably combed, he gave her a small, silken 
smile as he sat in total ease on the carpet. Congressman McHugh was lying 
close by, his flabby legs spread wide apart while one gnarled hand stroked 
his wrinkled cock. 

"No," she said with a shudder as she averted her face from the obscene 
position the two made together. "No, I think you've done quite enough for me 
already, sir." She opened the door, hearing a cynical chuckle behind her, 
and then she stiffened, pausing again to add over her shoulder: "And don't 
expect me to be at work tomorrow." 

"Oh, really?" 

"That's right. I quit!" 

She didn't bother to close the front door, tears of humiliation and 
self-loathing falling down her face. From the open doorway she could hear 
the corrupt, mocking laughter of the two venerable politicians, their 
obscene derision chasing her down the hall as she stumbled for the 
elevator.... 

 CHAPTER SIX 

It was late the following afternoon and shadows were already creeping across 
Peggy Lawrence's apartment when the young girl unlocked her front door and 
stumbled drunkenly inside. She clutched a large paper sack to her breasts as 
if its contents of four large wine bottles were precious gold and groped her 
way to the overstuffed armchair in one corner. She sunk down in it, letting 
the bag of wine drop beside her feet, and despite the heavy woolen pants and 
sweater she wore beneath the sheepskin car-coat, her entire body felt made 
of ice. She shivered, drawing the coat tighter around her body with her hand 
as she reached for one of the bottles. There was a corkscrew on the small 
table beside the chair, and fumbling with it, she finally managed to open 
the bottle and pour some cheap sweet wine into the empty glass which was 
also resting beside her. 

She took a deep swallow and then another, feeling the silky liquid warming 
all the way down to fill her empty stomach. She'd been drinking wine since 
she'd risen trembling from her bed that morning, desperate for something to 
calm her shattered nerves. She'd gone through everything in the house with 
almost a vengeance, and while she felt a little ashamed for the way she'd 
been drinking, she couldn't help feeling grateful for the faint 
light-headedness which swirled through her blood and eased the torment of 
her mind. 

And when her own three quarts of tokay had been emptied, she'd somehow 
steeled herself to brave the outside world, walking quickly down to the 
neighborhood grocery store for more. She'd tried to hold her head as high 
and proud as she could, attempting to at least look normal and presentable 
even if she didn't feel that way internally. But the strain had drained her, 
and now that she was back in the silent dimness of her apartment, she was 
once again tortured with nothing but her own morbid thoughts to keep her 
company. 

Peggy lifted the glass and drank again, choking to hold down the wine as she 
recollected her obscene rutting with those two sadistic 
politicians...begging for more as they raped her vagina, mouth and 
rectum...and her cumming, her greedy cumming as she wallowed in their 
orgiastic sperm until at last some sort of sanity finally returned, and she 
found herself naked on the carpet. God, her flesh had been so abused that 
after she'd stumbled home and taken a long cleansing shower and douche, 
she'd hardly been able to stand the pain of clothing on her betraying body! 
Even now, the fully covering pants and sweater sent dull throbs of hurt as 
their material pressed against her sore aching flesh. 

She finished the glass and poured it full again with unsteady fingers, 
determined to drink enough to blot out the lewd memories of her actions. Her 
consistent horrors were not so much of the vile and lecherous perversions 
that Senator Flynn and Representative McHugh had done to her, but of the 
humiliating surrender of her own moral senses. She had not merely succumbed 
to the savage older men from helpless fear and their overpowering 
strength...but had lewdly reveled in shameless abandonment, giving herself 
to them with lusting eagerness. And this admission frightened her above all 
else. 

But she vowed as she sat in the chair, her indefensible performance would 
remain locked in the confines of her heart forever. To go to the authorities 
and expose the Congressmen for the corrupters they were would only add to 
her disgrace, the publicity of the lurid details surely disclosing her own 
sexual immorality. No, it was obvious she couldn't fight back and must keep 
the entire seduction a secret, hoping that in time she'd be able to seal 
away the wicked episode in some dark recess of her mind. Eventually she 
might be able to feel nothing except a guilty scar to remind her of her 
unspeakable urges. She prayed she could...yet at the moment she felt 
emotionally ruined for life. 

The one consoling fact was that she could run...run before something else 
happened and tempted her to still worse behavior. Before this day was over, 
she promised, she would find the inner strength to pack and leave, taking a 
train to Rock Falls and never, ever returning to Washington, D.C. She 
wouldn't even wait for her severance pay from Senator Flynn, the sacrifice 
of the money owed her worth the anguish of another day in this hellish city. 
Then once back in the bosom of her family's decency, she might learn to 
conquer her prurient desires which had seemingly been released from 
nowhere.... 

A sudden harsh sound snapped Peggy from her thoughts, and she realized 
abruptly that somebody was knocking on her door. 

"Wh-Who's there?" she called out timidly, fearful it might be one of the 
Congressmen, visiting for some God-awful reason. 

"Miss Lawrence? Registered letter." 

"Oh!" Peggy walked to the door with inebriated care, opening it on the small 
safety chain just to make sure it wasn't a trick. A bored man in a blue 
uniform handed her a plain manila envelope, a receipt form and a stubby 
pencil. 

"Sign on line four, please," he yawned. 

Peggy scrawled her signature then closed the door before the man had a 
chance to hold out his palm for a tip. She returned to the chair more 
curious than ever, inspecting the envelope and finding there was no return 
address on it. "Now who could this be from....? " she asked herself, ripping 
the envelope open while sitting down again. 

Three of the lewdest photographs she'd ever seen fell out of the envelope 
and into her lap. Horrified, she picked them up, finding that the girl in 
them was herself! The first one showed her lying naked on the carpet of 
Senator Flynn's apartment with the Senator hunching over her and hungrily 
eyeing her pink cuntal slit. With a helpless cry of revulsion, Peggy flipped 
to the second and saw her firmly molded breast being squeezed by the nude 
politician, his hot wet mouth nipping at one turgid nipple. She gasped at 
this obscenity, but the last picture was by far the worst. It showed a 
full-color shot of thick fleshy penis wedged solidly into her wide-splayed 
pussy, her face contorted with passion while she arched her buttocks up to 
receive every inch of the pumping erection. 

Peggy fell back, her arm over her eyes, unable to look at the obscene 
reminders of the previous night. For several minutes she sat that way, 
unable to believe that they could have been taken, her mind searching for an 
answer that never came. Finally, fearing she would vomit, she fathered her 
strength to study them again, blanching anew as she viewed the lust which 
was so plainly etched on her face in each of them. She glanced in the 
envelope, afraid there were more, and then saw that there was a small folded 
piece of paper, a message printed on it. The note read, 'If you want the 
others, come to Room 101 of the Danforth Hotel at seven o'clock promptly. If 
you don't care what I do with them, then don't show up.' 

It was unsigned and it wasn't until she'd reread the lines four times that 
Peggy was able to deduce who'd sent it. It could be only one man, only one 
man so arrogant and venal that he'd dare to send dirty pictures of a Senator 
and his secretary through the mails Representative Jerome K. McHugh! He was 
the only other one there at the time, the only one who had the opportunity 
to sneakily take these filthy photos and use them later for his own 
despicable ends. But what did he have in mind? McHugh would want something, 
she didn't doubt that...but what? She had no money.... 

And then her stomach knotted and convulsed as if it wished to heave the 
wine. She suddenly understood. The ghastly truth was that she was going to 
have to bargain her body to earn the rest of these loathsome, damning 
snapshots. She felt the blood drain from her face as vivid memories of the 
elderly politician crouched over her widespread buttocks, his blunt hard 
penis shoved in her rectum, flooded her mind. Oh my Lord...not that 
again....! 

She reached for the wind and drank the entire glass down, droplets running 
loosely from the edges of her mouth. The burning sensation dulled her 
reeling senses a little, and she poured herself another glass, trying to 
smother the horrible knowledge that if she wanted to avoid a far worse fate, 
she would have to go to the hotel. She would have to convince McHugh to 
return the films, negatives and all, without having to compromise herself 
too dearly. But she had the most dreadful apprehension that nothing she 
might say would be enough to satisfy that lecherous old man's degenerate 
soul.... 

The streets were dark by the time Peggy taxied up to the entrance of the 
Danforth Hotel at seven p.m. The hotel itself, however, was brilliantly lit 
for it was one of Washington's most celebrated and would be one of the last 
to go dim from the current power shortage. It took up an entire block, the 
front having a stone archway and a pseudo-Byzantine courtyard of tile and 
multi-colored plants leading from the sidewalk to the lobby. The lobby was 
expansive and warm, with a sculptured lady-with-jug standing nude in the 
middle of a small fountain. Past the fountain was the reception desk, and 
all around were the social lions of the capitol garbed in well-tailored 
suits and fine evening gowns, the men smoking cigars while their women 
chattered amongst themselves. 

Peggy felt embarrassed and out of place as she walked self-consciously 
through the ornate lobby. She refused to ask anybody for help, not even the 
porters who glided among the hotel patrons to empty the ashtrays but 
steadfastly searched for Room 101. Eventually she found it off a side 
hallway next to a large banquet room whose double doors were closed. There 
was a great deal of male laughter and bantering which leaked through the 
doors, but Peggy took no notice of it, her mind centered on only one thing 
to see McHugh. 

At the door to Room 101 she knocked hesitantly, almost afraid that the 
Representative would be in. But the overwhelming desire to gain those 
pictures took hold again, and she screwed up her courage to knock harder. 
After a moment the door opened and Representative McHugh ushered her in. 

He was dressed immaculately in a wide-lapeled electric-blue suit, a bow tie 
perched like a black butterfly against his scrawny neck. 

"Well toots," he said as he shut the door behind them, "I see you accepted 
my invitation." 

"I...I want those pictures." she said, trembling, trying to stifle the 
quaver in her voice. 

"Oh, you liked them?" he asked calmly, maliciously. 

Peggy stared at the smoothly grinning Congressman, having the most impulsive 
desire to hit him in the mouth and break those evilly smiling dentures of 
his. "No! No, of course I didn't! They're the most disgusting things I've 
ever seen!" 

"Well, you might find one you care for yet," McHugh responded casually. "I 
took thirty-six photos in all." 

"Thirty-six!" Peggy's head swirled from the shame and revulsion of knowing 
there were that many lewd pictures of her nakedly squirming with a man. Sick 
and desperate, she sucked in her breath and eyed the wicked politician 
coldly. "Now...Now you look here. I haven't gone to see Mr. Flynn about this 
yet, but if you don't give me the films, I'll-" 

"What? Tell him?" McHugh chuckled, shaking his head in a disparaging manner. 
"It would be unwise of you to do. If you think about the three snaps you 
have, you'll see that none of them show a full head shot of him. I mean you 
know who's messing around with you but by the pictures alone nobody else 
would! And if it comes down to the nitty-gritty, Maurice is in the same boat 
with you, and I'm sure you'll agree that he'd be quite appt to side with me 
instead of you." 

Peggy was almost sick as she realized that what McHugh was telling her was 
the truth. Senator Flynn had no more scruples than a hyena and would sell 
her out without batting an eyelash if it meant a gain for him. He had 
already, hadn't he and for far less at stake? She attempted one last act of 
defiance, hoping to frighten McHugh into releasing the photos and leaving 
her alone. "Then I'll...I'll go to the police! To the newspapers! I'll 
expose you both for what you are: vultures!" 

"Hah!" the Representative scoffed. "You call the police? Don't be silly, 
toots; you're the one in the pictures being fucked! It would be the word of 
two of America's leading Congressmen against that of a flighty young girl 
who poses for pornography! Now face facts! I've got the pictures. I've got 
you, if you want to look at it that way, and the only way you'll get those 
films is to be nice to me, not threatening. Understand?" 

Peggy understood, all right. There was little question what he had in mind, 
but still she sought to play naive. "And if I'm nice to you, what...what 
does that entail?" 

"Why, nothing much," he answered with a wave of his hand. "And then 
afterward you get the photos back and we forget about the whole thing." 

Representative McHugh went over to a marble-topped table and opened a thin, 
rectangular box, the sort that expensive clothes come in. He held up an 
open-knit lace baby-doll top, far more revealing than any nightgown she 
owned. He held it out to her, and she could see that it only had a 
drawstring at the neck and a hem which would barely come to the tops of her 
thighs. It was positively indecent! 

"Bought this today, especially for you," he purred. "You must admit it's 
nothing much!" 

"You...you want me to wear that?" Peggy gasped. 

"Fit you better than it would me, toots." Representative McHugh thrust it 
toward her impatiently. "Put it on, put it on and then we'll go into the 
next room for a little show!" 

"The other ! You mean in the banquet room? I heard men in there, lots of 
men! And you want me to--? In front of--? " 

"You're catching on. It's a meeting of the Dry Hole Qub, and I promised them 
a special treat. Guess who's the treat, toots?" 

Lord no! Even in her wine-distorted mine, Peggy was horrified at allowing 
herself to contemplate so sordid an idea! "I...I can't!" she stammered. "I 
simply can't do it!" 

"Oh, yes you can," he coaxed, brandishing the nightie. 

"I won't!" she moaned in weak defiance. "One time with you, here...here 
alone in this room is terrible enough, but I won't-" 

McHugh took three steps toward her and slashed one hand across her face, 
knocking her back against the wall. Tears sprang to her eyes and a slight 
trickle of saliva appeared at one corner of her mouth. "You will!" he 
snarled at her. "You give me any more trouble, and by Jupiter, I'll not only 
have enough sets of your photos made to blanket the Eastern seaboard, but 
I'll have them entered as evidence in Flynn's own Subcommittee on 
Pornography and Violence!" 

Peggy staggered upright in a state of terrified shock. She dabbed lifelessly 
at her mouth with the fingers of one hand, wondering dizzily if there was 
any way to avoid his demands. My God, there was no other choice! If she 
didn't do what he demanded of her, she would lose the last chance to have a 
start on a new, wholesome life! Those photos would haunt her wherever she 
went in the grubby hands of young boys and dirty old men and officially 
entered in the Congressional Record as part of Senator Flynn's investigation 
into immorality! Intuitively, she knew that Representative McHugh would 
follow through on his threats, if only to salve that same arrogant pride 
with which he'd corrupted her last night! 

Last night...The lurid memory of her own eager submission to the two 
politicians returned like a ghost, haunting her thoughts as she stared at 
the elderly Representative. She found that despite her revulsion for this 
depraved old man, she couldn't help wondering if her young body would betray 
her once again if given the opportunity. What would it be like to parade 
lewdly in that nightgown in front of a bunch of men? What would she feel 
like....? Mortified at her obscene notion, she felt her curiosity rising.... 

"Okay," she whimpered in defeat, pressing her thighs tightly together in a 
determined effort to cancel the momentary flash of shameful temptation. 
"Okay, you win. But I want the pictures first." 

"No dice, toots," McHugh sneered. "They're my insurance that you'll perform 
as ordered." 

"How...How do I know you'll give them to me if I do?" 

"Why you can trust me," he said with oiliness. "After all, I'm an honest and 
upright Congressman, elected by the people! Here now put it on and stop 
wasting time!" 

McHugh watched with growing lechery as the young blonde girl began to 
undress. Peggy averted her crimsoning face, feeling the man's eyes like a 
solid force lashing her body as she peeled off her coat, sweater and pants. 
Reluctantly she unsnapped her brassiere and released her firm, quivering 
breasts and then sucked in her breath and rolled her clean pair of thin 
panties down over her trembling thighs and buttocks. She wished fervently 
for another drink...something far stronger than the wine, to deaden the 
unwanted sense of obscene anticipation which was slowly creeping through her 
cringing flesh. 

Totally naked now, she snatched the baby-doll top from Representative 
McHugh's fingers and quickly draped its delicate fabric over her breasts and 
hips. A familiar tingle of yearning began to tease through her loins as she 
moaned under the shame of what she was being blackmailed into doing. She 
fought against the slight, insidious prurience, but the mere contemplation 
of indecently exposing herself in front of a group of voyeuristic men 
pursued her thoughts with inexorable force. She had never felt so humiliated 
and degraded, not even when she'd fled the Senator's apartment last night, 
and she couldn't understand how she could stand here and be even slightly 
stimulated with forbidden urges. Dear Lord, what had she let herself become? 
A tear rolled gently down one cheek as Representative McHugh guided her 
across Room 101 to the connecting door that led to the banquet hall...and 
the group of oilmen waiting impatiently.... 

Representative McHugh swung open the door between the two rooms, propelling 
Peggy through to the larger one with his hand gripping her right arm firmly. 
A ginger grin of triumph spread across his face as he looked at the 
assemblage of rich oil lobbyists. 

"Well, boys, I promised you a little plum to make up for that slight setback 
in Congress." 

"Slight!" came a derisive hoot from the back. "That setback cost me over 
fifty grand so far!" 

"Now, now," McHugh said in a placating tone. "It wasn't for the lack of 
trying, Sam. But that's neither here nor there what is here, as you can all 
see, is a vivacious beauty for our very own and I might add, very private 
entertainment tonight." 

"Looks young enough to be my daughter!" another snickered. 

"Might just be Ronson," a third man jibed. "It might just be at that!" 

"Can't be!" laughed still a fourth. "She's too innocent, this one here! Any 
kid of Ronson's been humping since she was old enough to bleed!" 

Everybody roared and hooted and Peggy cringed with humiliation and dread, 
wishing all these terrible people would suddenly vanish. 

It was more foul than she'd feared. The banquet room was square, painted a 
pastel yellow and decorated with prints of landscapes and flowers and 
dominated by a large wooden table set squarely in the middle of the parquet 
floor. The table was Uttered with glasses and liquor bottles, ice buckets 
and water pitchers and overflowing ashtrays and above it all hung a cloying 
blue smog of stale tobacco smoke. 

Around the table were large red leather armchairs, and in the chairs lounged 
a half-dozen men. The six were more or less middle-aged, dressed expensively 
in suits of various bad tastes, some of them tall and some of them short, a 
few thin but most of them fat, all of them bleary-eyed and jowls heavy with 
lewd expressions as they feasted their eyes on her barely covered breasts 
and pussy. And all of them uniformly repulsive as far as she was concerned. 

"Come on, Jerome," the man called Sam called out. "Introduce us, will you?" 

McHugh pushed Peggy forward toward the table of men. "Patience my boys. As 
Frank was so observant as to point out, Miss Lawrence is new to this game 
and virtually innocent. Virgin territory, you might say. So let's not be too 
harsh on our star performer at least not until she's properly warmed up!" 

"What'll that take?" a hook-nosed man asked. "A blowtorch?" 

"Enough excuses, you old coon!" Ronson shouted over the laughter. "Let's see 
more action than we've gotten in Congress!" 

'Take it off! Boom! Boom!" another chanted raucously. 

"Let's get to the screwing!" the fattest man prompted. 

Peggy quivered, her eyes swelling with tears as she prayed for a miracle to 
save her. These obscene oilmen were all going to rape her in full view of 
one another! They were going to fill her belly with their despoiling cum 
until she screamed for surrender, showing her no more mercy than Senator 
Flynn or Representative McHugh had done last night! She swallowed the wild 
urge to claw at the Congressman's face as he tugged her closer to the men. 
She couldn't...she had to have those pictures! There wasn't any other 
choice, no matter what they did.... 

"All right so the show will begin," McHugh announced proudly. "Up on the 
table, toots. Go on, climb up there and show us all what you've got...or 
else!" 

Peggy wanted to die of mortification, using one of the empty chairs to climb 
up on the table as commanded. She cowered as she stood there, her arms 
vainly trying to cover as much of her as she could, feeling her nudity as a 
great humiliating blanket. But in the back of her mind shuddered the threat 
of McHugh's or else, and so she submitted without protest or hesitation. 
Just live through this hell and then be free.... 

"Now, toots, figure you're on stage. A burlesque stage like in Baltimore, 
right? It's stag night and your audience is crying for action, right? So 
act, toots, act! Do a little hoochie-koochie dance for us!" 

Peggy bit into the flesh of her lower lip, trying to choke back her shame. 
Burlesque...stag night...Lord, she was to be treated no better than a tramp 
at a smoker! She groaned, beginning to undulate her lithe young body in a 
frug-like dance step before the whole lusting group of men, knowing that the 
way the light was striking her baby-doll top, all of them could see her 
nakedly illuminated as she squirmed her body beneath it. 

But as she rotated her thighs and thrust out her breasts, Peggy couldn't 
help feeling a slowly rising tendril of unwanted arousal beginning deep in 
her belly. The thought of her hopeless entrapment and her soon-to-come 
ravishment brought tiny ripples of strange excitement tingling through her 
nerves, and she realized she was experiencing the same prurient wantonness 
which had tempted her while changing into the baby-doll. Against her will, 
her proud firm breasts perked into warm taut roundness, their pink little 
nipples gradually erecting against the skimpy silken top. She quickened her 
motions, wriggling her buttocks in a suggestive manner, feeling lewdly 
defiled by her obscene exhibitionism. The mere thought of these 
heavy-breathing men staring at her nearly bare flesh sent new chumings of 
erotic sensation teasing upwards from her loins, and Peggy could sense 
involuntary moisture forming in the soft, blonde-fringed lips of her cuntal 
slit. 

"Now take off the baby-dolls, toots! Take 'em off!" 

Peggy's tongue darted out and softly licked her lips, moistening them as she 
gradually untied the drawstring around her neck. Ever so slowly she slipped 
each shoulder through the satiny top, and then let the translucent sheath 
gradually slip downward over her jutting breasts until it fell to puddle 
around her bare feet. She heard the delighted gasps from the men and could 
sense their leering eyes moving up and down over her body from the swell of 
her breasts to the sensual rise of her hips and the golden-haired crevice of 
her pubic mound. She stood passively for a moment, feeling sinful and dirty 
at standing totally naked in front of everyone...but then the knowledge that 
she was sent more taunting excitement up through her fully exposed body. 
Unconscious of what she was doing at first, the nubile young girl lifted her 
arms above her head, pirouetting in a circle and feeling oddly delighted at 
being the focal point for their salacious gazes. 

"On the table!" McHugh directed from his seat. "Lie down on the table on 
your back and spread your legs! Yeah...and then play with that tight little 
cunt of yours while we watch you do it!" 

A whimper escaped from the embarrassed girl's mouth as she slowly lowered 
herself to the cold hard wooden surface. "Oh Lord...not thai!" she mewled, 
the very helplessness of her situation excusing away the weird sensations 
that were gradually building in her belly and thighs. "Not masturbation!" 

"Ye s! Yes!" the venerable Representative ordered harshly. "Stuff your 
middle finger in your twat and make yourself all nice and hot for us! And 
remember...if you don't, you don't get what you want!" 

The pictures! She must have those films at all cost! Gently the girl began 
to run her fingertips over her full, hardening breasts, playing softly with 
her nipples and feeling goose bumps prickling all along her naked skin. In 
spite of her loathing toward manipulating herself in front of all these 
feasting eyes, she felt unwanted shivers of indecent pleasure starting to 
travel through her flesh. She'd geared her mind for a more sudden savage 
attack by these sadistic men, but having to fondle her own pussy was 
different. It was unexpected and subtle and made her all the more conscious 
of her awakening passions. 

Pressing the outside of her knees flat against the table top, Peggy drew her 
thighs as far up as she could, forcing her legs in an obscene crab-like 
position which exposed the moistening pink slit of her vagina to the group 
of lobbyists. She slipped her middle finger down between the soft blonde 
curls of pubic hair and parted the fleshy lips of her swelling cunt, sliding 
her hand along the plainly visible crevice of her tight, throbbing pussy. 

"Lord, it isn't fair," she moaned through her gritting teeth. "It isn't 
fair...it isn't right...." 

"But it's fun to watch!" one of the oil men nearby shouted. 

"Right!" came another hoarse cry. "Fuck yourself, baby, fuck yourself wild!" 

"More! More!" 

Peggy teased her fingers along the tender parts of her widespread pussy, 
working her way up the full length of her narrow wet slit to the tiny bud of 
her exposed clitoris. She flicked the sensitive nodule and felt it jerk, and 
with a gasp she found her gently undulating buttocks reaching upward to 
receive more of her sensual caresses. The split of her thighs involuntarily 
widened to the view of her gathered tormentors, and the men sighed lustily 
when she moved her hand downward and eased it into the flexing hollow of her 
vaginal mouth. She began to pump her finger in and out as if it were a tiny 
thin penis, the tight cuntal muscles delighting from her touch and screwing 
further against her hand to gain more of her indecent probe. 

Her toes squirmed below her self-fucking finger, no more able to resist the 
exquisite torture that the rest of her fresh young body was. She shut her 
eyes as she fought against the prurient excitement she was generating 
through her loins, but her own quickening hand pursued and tantalized her 
tingling breasts and warmly clasping pussy. An excited moan escaped her 
mouth as, unwillingly, she couldn't contain her rising emotions, and she 
surrendered to the lewd self-debasement which flowed over her defenselessly 
performing body. She rolled dementedly in the pleasure her thrashing middle 
finger was causing the now moistly swollen cuntal lips, pressing her knees 
back hard against her jiggling breasts and wildly jerked her uptilted 
buttocks in tempo to her public masturbation. It was all so obscene...so 
totally depraved...and she moaned in abandoned wantonness.... 

The oil lobbyist named Frank groaned in concert, unable to contain his 
excitement any longer. "Christ, Jerome, ain't she ready to go yet? She looks 
hot enough to fry an egg on that box of hers!" 

"Yeah." the man beside him grunted, "whaddya want her to do boil away?" 

Representative McHugh mopped his perspiring brow with a handkerchief, his 
own face flushed from the lust-stimulating performance in front of him. 
"Yeah, boys, I guess you're right. First one outa his clothes gets her! 
Now...everybody strip naked!" 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

The six oilmen pushed back their chairs in a mad scramble to be the first 
one undressed. Ties and shirts, shoes and socks and underwear were thrown 
helter-skelter in the men's haste to replace the masturbating girl's finger 
in her eager young cunt. The one called Ronson won the race by popping all 
the buttons off his shirt and suit jacket, and the losers all groaned 
good-naturedly as he stood proudly displaying his long thick erection. 

Ronson vaulted onto the table, his potbelly quivering as he grabbed Peggy's 
knees and forced them sharply down and apart. Peggy whimpered, removing her 
hand and exposing all of the moist lushness of her tender pussy to his 
lustful scrutiny. 

"Wooee!" Ronson exclaimed. "Why, her little ol' twat looks fairly begging 
for my prick! See how she screams and twists when she gets a taste of it, 
you guys!" 

Peggy trembled under the prodding of the older man's obscene remarks, 
tormented by the fear that his threat might come true! But no...no, it 
couldn't happen! Even as aroused as she was by her own finger-fucking, she 
couldn't actually respond to this perfect stranger...and then all these 
other crude, overbearing men as well! She quivered half in dread and half in 
a perverse sense of cringing anticipation as she watched the oil lobbyist 
lever up over her body. Ronson dropped one hand down between their naked 
loins and guided his hardened cock in between the full, twitching lips of 
her wetly heated cunt. She held her breath as she felt his first inquisitive 
contact with the throbbing orifice of her pussy.... 

And then with a grin of sheer lust, Ronson thrust his fleshy hips downward 
and his raging penis slid deep into her waiting vagina like a bronco busting 
out of a stall. There was no stopping him until he completely filled her 
entire belly and his bulging testicles smacked loudly against her cowering 
thighs. 

"Oh! Oh Lord!" Peggy cried out beneath the heavy-set man. He grunted crazily 
with his insane need to fuck her, and began humping into her with 
flesh-flattening lunges. "Oh! Oh, wait! Oh, please stop!" But her screams of 
shame and torment only seemed to urge him on to greater efforts, and he 
bored his thickly skewering erection faster and harder into the tightly 
clinging channel of her sensitive young cunt. 

And to her humiliation, Peggy discovered the salacious hungers which had 
been plaguing her all along immediately began to creep back up inside her 
loins. Her vaginal passage felt on fire...a gradually pleasurable fire which 
made her moan and writhe beneath his heaving pelvis. The oilman increased 
his unbearable thrusts with brutal intensity, and with each lunging stroke 
he made into her, Peggy could feel her resistance and fear ebbing like an 
irreversible tide. Tears of frustration brimmed her eyes as she felt the 
maddening temptations once more reverberating through her defenseless belly, 
and sensed the control of her emotions slipping away from her again. As he 
continued to fuck rapaciously into her hotly responding pussy, her inner 
thighs flexed around his driving hips on their own, and her rebellious 
buttocks undulated as her legs drew up and locked automatically around his 
calves. No...No, she couldn't let this happen to her.... 

But why not? her sensation-filled mind droned on tormentedly. Why not enjoy 
the erotic desires she was feeling against her will? Ronson and 
Representative McHugh and all the others here wanted her to be a sluttish 
whore, and there didn't seem to be a way to avoid her fate. There was no 
longer any reason to fight the avid flames of thrill coursing through her 
blood. She had lost the battle against these obscene men, and even the 
agonizing thought of her total surrender sent chills running through her 
involuntarily responding body. Her entire being twisted and wrenched beneath 
the fucker as she submitted t' the delicious rhythm of his penis drilling 
wetly into her, her shame and degradation complete and all hope gone. 

"Ohhhh, harder!" she hissed through her teeth, tears gushing down her cheeks 
as she heard herself beg for more. The young girl spread her thighs back 
wider, the moist, open mouth of her cock-welcoming pussy eager to receive 
all of his manhood to greater and greater depths. The words welled up in 
her, and she couldn't stop the obscenities now as they sprang from her 
contorted lips. "Fuck me...Ohhhh, fuck me, fuck me harder....! " 

As if in apology, Ronson rammed his tongue in her mouth, and he felt the 
blonde girl suck thirstily at his warm saliva in straining frenzy, her 
nubile body caught up in a whirlpool of raw sensation as he pistoned his 
cock unmercifully into her milking loins. The rapid poundings of his 
muscular hips against her youthful pubic mound resounded noisily through the 
banquet room, and Peggy could sense that her climax was nearing...nearing 
closer, closer...I 

And then as she bucked uncontrollably up against the stranger, she felt his 
plunging cock stiffen without warning and spurt its obscene cum far up into 
hte recesses of her flowering womb. Peggy moaned in frustration, for he had 
orgasmed too soon, leaving her overwhelmed with unsatisfied desire. She 
squeezed up against his deflating hardness, crying out as she had the night 
before...but just as Senator Flynn had done then, Ronson rolled away from 
her with a happy smile on his face.... 

"Ohhh...ohhh...." The naked blonde secretary writhed in unrequited lust, and 
all she wanted was to feel the deliciousness of another man fucking into 
her. She wanted her belly filled with vast swirling pools of obscene sperm 
and feel it burning as she lewdly climaxed. "I want more!" she sobbed 
hysterically. "Somebody! Anybody! I want more! Fuck me!" 

Another heavy body flowed over the girl then, and once more Peggy was lost 
in the perverted, incessant drive for her orgasm. She fitted his thick, long 
penis into the entrance of her pink-lipped pussy with a frantic desperation, 
and gyrated her starving young cunt wildly up against this pumping man she'd 
never seen before and would never see again. She felt his panting breath 
upon her cheeks, and the stubble of his unshaven chin as he ground his 
hardened cock painfully deep into her vagina. He gasped and groaned and blew 
liquored breath, and Peggy sensed she was close again...close to her 
cumming. But the second stranger came even more quickly than Ronson had. And 
once more she felt the warm rush of smoky air against her fevered loins as 
he left her sprawled upon the table. 

Before she could protest or beg for more, the thin, angular man named Sam 
leaped up and gripped her ankles, thrusting them up until her knees were 
hard against her breasts again. She lay entirely open, her hair-lined pussy 
slit wide and wetly gleaming, and then he lurched into her, ramming his 
slender erection deep into her sperm-filled cunt with a violent thrust. 

"Ahhh!" Peggy wailed as she felt the lust-quenching hardness sliding the 
length of her tightly clinging vagina. Sam's lean body quivered as he fucked 
repeatedly into the girl, his slim hips surging against the tender flesh of 
her upraised cuntal crevice. His blood-swollen cock-head battered against 
her cervix like the blunt end of a spear, making her writhe hot and 
delirious in her quest for completion. "Yes, oh yes! Fuck harder! Fuck me 
hard and fast....! " 

Once again she was almost ready to cum and could not stop. Tiny relentless 
devils danced deep in her belly as she strove wildly for her end under the 
middle-aged oil lobbyist...and end which was now only an infinitesimal 
second away.... 

But the young blonde's lust-crazed passions proved too much for this older 
man as well, and clamping his mouth tightly down on one of her breasts, he 
started a long, low groan of climax. His hot liquid seed spewed out where 
the others had cum, and she could feel it jet into her pussy in great virile 
torrents, deflating his penis with each spasmodic throb. She was still 
seconds away! 

"Nooo! Wait! Wait!" she sobbed as Sam flopped from between her 
still-gyrating thighs and crawled exhaustedly back to his chair. And then 
through the dulled screen of her smut-filmed eyes, Peggy watched eagerly as 
another man took his place. 

'That's it, Orvil!" she heard someone urge. "Sock it to her! Sock it to her 
the way she likes it!" 

"That broad is some ride!" Sam wheezed breathlessly from where he slouched 
depleted. "And that's a fact!" 

"Well, I'm just the rider to break her in!" the gross, sweaty oilman named 
Orvil crowed, and he surged his mammoth hardness into the naked girl's 
overfilled cunt, bouncing her hard up and down on the wooden table top. The 
new and different penis hurt more than the others, for it was quite a bit 
fatter in girth than the rest, but she knew she would hurt still more before 
this evening was over. She was incapable of controlling either the men or 
her own spiraling need for orgasm, and the series of fucks she was receiving 
was rubbing the sensitive walls of her pussy acutely raw. But that never 
caused an instant's hesitation now, and she arched beneath his hammering 
loins, spreading her legs wide and deliberately giving the rest of the Dry 
Hole members a provocative view of her slender, hair-fringed vaginal slit. 
The others crowded around the table, peering intently at Orvil's thundering 
cock, amazed at the sight of her tight young cunt greedily swallowing the 
whole of his enormous erection. 

Peggy couldn't have cared less who was watching. "Ohhh, you damned bastard! 
Fuck me! Fuck meee!" she begged. She was approaching that elusive orgasm 
again, and her wildly aroused body rocked to and fro to spur the slobbering 
lobbyist on to greater effort. Oh Lord, she had been so close to climax 
before that with this huge cock in her, it didn't take long! With the thick, 
expanding penis digging into her cunt like an implacable jackhammer, the 
cords on her neck suddenly tightened in an unmistakable sign. 

"I...I'm cumming! Oh God...I'm cummming! Fuck harder! Fuck me harder, 
whoever you are, and cum too....! " 

Peggy swung her thighs up and clasped the hefty man's hips with the backs of 
her calves, winding her ivory legs around his humping body. 

Her ankles locked tightly high on his back, screwing her ravenously hungry 
cunt up the full length of his burrowing cock. Her orgasmic juices flowed 
out in her maniacal frenzy, flowing down the crevice of her buttocks to 
slicken the surface of the table. Above her, Orvil fucked into her pussy 
like a pile-driving machine while Peggy continued to moan out her 
long-awaited climax. She could feel the hot waves of his brutal sperm 
abruptly shooting up into her flooded cunt, mixing lasciviously with the 
virile pool the other men had throbbed into her before. Her head whirled in 
depraved sensuality as the hot, powerful spurts of cum filled her to the 
bursting point with sticky wetness. The searing walls of her rubbed-raw 
vagina clasped and unclasped desperately, sucking at the ejaculating penis 
like the mouth of a starving waif. 

Groaning in completion, the obese oilman finally collapsed over her 
trembling body, flattening them both to the table. After a few seconds, the 
insanely ravaged girl felt his weight lifting from her and the softness of 
his limp cock slipping from the confines of her well-raped pussy. She let 
her arms and legs fall in comatose satisfaction, feeling sore and wet and 
totally used, but nowhere near the terror she had experienced at the 
beginning. 

"No more," she moaned in defensive agony. 

"Please...no more. Let me rest...please let me rest...My pussy is so filled 
and it aches so much...." 

Her feeble pleas were directed as much to herself as to the ring of naked, 
panting men surrounding the table, for she knew that despite this climax, 
her flesh was demanding more, lewdly ever for more...She had to stop herself 
from accepting another obscenely battering cock, before she killed herself 
with them! 

"No more...." 

Representative McHugh grinned with cruel, salacious desire as he saw the 
servile girl sprawled half-delirious on the wooden surface. No more? Christ, 
she had to be crazy! This blonde child was undoubtedly the most insatiable 
piece of ass he'd ever encountered in all his sixty-nine years! Holy hell, 
you couldn't wear her cunt out...and she's begging for no more? His knobby 
penis quivered with erect interest, and he clawed his way onto the table, 
crawling on all fours to between her exhausted thighs. 

"No more, toots?" he cackled down at her. "That's what you think! Spread 
those legs wide, I'm climbing aboard!" 

Peggy Lawrence looked up through the narrow, hazy slits of her 
passion-smoked eyes, seeing the elderly Congressman's wrinkled features 
beadily leering down at her from between her wide-stretched loins. She 
shuddered in confusion, torn between the scorching desires that were already 
rejuvenating in her insatiable pussy, and the shame and guilt which 
flickered through her tormented mind. She glanced momentarily around her in 
a cringing expression for help...but all she saw were the horridly excited 
faces and the cruel glinting eyes of the other men. They were all eagerly 
anticipating the further ravishment of her tender young flesh...and in 
response, the lewd fires of uncontained lust which had been irrevocably 
kindled in these two nights of depravity burned brighter than ever in her 
wanton belly. 

"Fuck me, then," she hissed up at the hovering Representative. "Fuck me, you 
ancient fart you can't do any more to me than you have already!" 

She curled her open legs around his withered hips as he pressed the 
bluntness of his swollen cock into her ready-welcome cunt. McHugh drove 
forward with a raspy grunt, impaling her again on his rigid erection, while 
the young girl of less than a third his age contracted the muscles of her 
aching vagina and began a slow rhythmic rotation of her buttocks that seemed 
to last forever and ever. There was no longer reality for her, just the 
pleasure and animal groans drifting down from the naked Congressman fucking 
her into the cold wood of the banquet table.... 

...After that, she no longer had any conception of time or personalities, 
but fucked and even sucked as she was directed by the various men. Peggy was 
beyond any emotion, her flesh reacting with orgasm after orgasm, but her 
strength having left her until she mechanically obeyed their every whim. She 
was an unthinking tool for their perverted satisfactions, weakly moving her 
body to comply with their rapacious demands. It didn't matter any more. 
There was nothing left in her world now, and she knew without questioning 
that she was truly enjoying the lewd debasement and couldn't care less what 
Representative McHugh did with those pictures now. He could stuff them up 
his ass if he wanted to...She had passed the point of no return. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Peggy Lawrence dropped the clean gossamer robe from around her trim naked 
body, climbing onto the big brass bed and lying open-thighed on her back. 
She tweaked the pink-hued nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, 
teasing them into tiny hard buds that captured the man's eyes immediately. 
She could see the gleam of desire in his handsome features as he took a 
hesitant step toward the bed. 

"If you want to fuck me, senator, you have to take off your trousers," she 
told him in a sultry voice. "Come on, take them off or leave." 

"Jesus," Senator Flynn groaned. "You have certainly changed, Peggy." 

"Thanks to you," she retorted evenly. "You and that bald-headed wonder, 
Representative McHugh." Peggy slid lower on the coverlet, undulating her 
buttocks and scissoring her thighs apart in lewd invitation. "Now, if you 
want me, take off your pants. Oh yeah...and place a hundred on the bureau. 
In small bills, please." 

"But before-" 

"That was before, senator. Now it's no money, no fuckee." 

With her fingers, she spread the lips of her vagina open slowly, the moist 
tantalizing flesh of her narrow pussy visible to him as she gently parted 
the soft blonde hair up between her legs. Another gasp came from the 
white-haired solon who'd once been her employer, as he quickly stripped off 
his pants and undershorts and walked stiff-legged to the bed. He was still 
wearing his black socks, but Peggy couldn't have minded if he were deaf, 
dumb, and wearing armor-plate. Senator Flynn was just another customer to 
her now, contributing to her bank account. 

She glanced up toward the wall of her luxurious bedroom of her new downtown 
apartment as the older politician hunched up between her waiting thighs. She 
idly inspected the thirty-six framed photographs which Representative McHugh 
had once taken of her, and which after that brutal night with the Dry Hole 
members, he'd given to her as a well-earned token of his esteem. She'd 
gained them thinking she'd keep them a secret; now she displayed them with 
pride, and as advertising for her trade. 

Lord...her old life was almost a dim memory now, even though it had changed 
only a few short weeks ago. Once innocent and naive, she'd been battered and 
abused until she learned that there weren't any percentages in being good. 
Now it was her turn to make the fact-cat politicians of Washington grovel, 
just as she'd once had to do for Senator Flynn and Congressman McHugh. And 
with Flynn here and paying through the nose for a little of her pussy, she 
planned to make him really squirm...he'd treated her like a whore until 
she'd become a whore. 

And then she felt the senator's hips jerk toward her, and the familiar tip 
of his thick cock begin to slide up between the open pink softness of her 
cunt.... 


THE END
