"Lie down on the bed, babe." Nick ordered, taking control of the beautiful older woman, the hot professor that every boy on campus longed to fuck. Laura lay on the bed and spread her legs obscenely. Her black lace panties were still on. Her pubic bush was beginning to grow back from when it had been shaved before the surgery. She obscenely fingered around the edges as she watched Nick undress.
Nick loved being the center of attention, and he knew how to maximize undressing for a woman. He began opening his pants, but just as he was about to expose his hard male meat, he turned around, showing Laura his muscular back and asscheeks as he slowly slid his pants down. Laura watched with wanton lust as the young man stepped out of the pants, then turned to face her. His massive cock was bobbing in front of him, and Laura was watching it twitch and bounce in front of him as he gyrated his hips while removing his shirt.
"Oops." Nick said as his shirt seemed to drop out of his hands onto the floor. He bent down to pick it up and Laura did not see his hand quickly dart into the space under the chest of drawers to the side of the bed. Then he rose up, bringing the shirt, which he pretended to fold and put on top of the chest.
"How do you like this?" Laura asked. She lay back, then spread her legs out as far and wide as she could, then let a finger move the crotch of her black lace panties to one side, completely exposing her gorgeous pussy to the young stud's view. Then she slowly moved her legs up until they were over her body. She let her calves fall, her knees bent, then slowly spread her thighs wide in a wickedly sinful invitation for her lover to commit adultery with her.
Nick was watching Laura's show, gently stroking his big cock, feeling it throb. "Damn, bitch, you keep that up and I might lose it and do something I shouldn't... like sink this big cock balls-deep into that beautiful snatch of yours."
"Mmmm, when I invite you back here in a few weeks, Nick," Laura promised, "I'm going to spread my legs for you like this, and you can shove your meat into me and fuck my brains out until I beg for mercy!... would you like that, baby? Would you like to fuck me and shoot your big load deep inside me, and--"
With a growl, Nick threw himself onto the bed, halfway tackling Laura. He moved up and grasped her large, milk-filled breasts in his muscular hands. As he sucked deeply on her left nipple, a stream of milk seemed to explode on his tongue, surprising him.
"Mmmmm, Jesus, baby! I haven't sucked milk out of a tit since I was a baby." Nick growled. "I'm gonna suck your magnificent tits dry, babe!"
"Mmmm, oh yes, suck my tits, Nick!" Laura gasped, her voice husky.
Moments later, Nick was dry-humping Laura's thigh, and she knew she had to take control of him before he tried to mount her and fuck her, which might injure her. She began kissing her way down his muscular, hairless chest to his big cock, leaning over him, letting her breasts press into his thigh as she grasped the base of his meat and engulfed the head and many inches of veiny shaft into her eager, hungry mouth.
The room fell silent, interrupted only by the heavy breathing of the young stud as he neared a mind-blowing orgasm and the slurps and smacks as the beautiful professor sucked the student's huge meat pole. One of Laura's elegant hands massaged Nick's big, cum-filled balls as her other hand vigorously jacked the base of his cock, inexorably driving the young man over the edge.
"Oh God, I'm going to fucking come, I'm going to..." Nick gasped as the tremendous pleasure/pain built up in his loins, ready to violently explode. His hand gripped the back of Laura's head, holding her down on his meat as she sank her mouth fully onto him, eager to receive the extramarital deposit into her throat.
"AWK! UHHH!!!!" Nick gasped as reached the crest. The first huge spurt of hot semen fired out of his cockhead, filling Laura's mouth with his essence. She swallowed his sperm, then swallowed the second blast that coated her throat, gulping down his man-lava as his weapon of lust fired rapidly again and again, only abating as his balls were drained and he was totally spent.
Part 11 - Orgy of Pleasure
"God damn, that cock is hard!" exclaimed Shayla Belle as her sopping wet, sperm-filled pussy sank down over my cock, enveloping me as she impaled herself on my throbbing hard male meat. She was riding me 'reverse cowgirl' and began rocking her hips, gently fucking up and down as Teddy Franklin stepped up to her face and sank his huge prick into the lovely trophy MILF's hungry mouth.
I had called Seth Warner with the intent of asking him some questions about his whereabouts on the day of the murder. He said that he and Shayla were at Todd and Jeanine's home. Then the phone was taken from him and my nephew's voice came on, telling me to get over there as the action was about to 'get hot and steamy'. I hurried over.
When I got there, it had already started in the basement rec room. Jeanine's new maid, a pretty Latina woman named Maritza, was watching over the babies. When I got to the rec room, a very intense sight greeted my appreciative eyes:
Todd, Shayla, and Ted were on the couch at the end of the pool table. Shayla was sucking Ted's big cock while Todd was pumping his massive meat into Shayla's cunt from the rear. Todd's slender, muscular body was bathed with sweat as he drove his ass forward again and again, sliding his huge dick forward, his groin smacking loudly against Shayla's. The hot trophy wife was somehow able to keep sucking Ted's cock steadily, expertly, even as she was being vigorously fucked by the handsome, powerful young stud behind her.
On the floor on the other side of the pool table, Seth Warner was on top of Jeanine Burke. Her legs were caught under his arms, and his ass was bobbing up and down as he drove his large cockmeat into her sopping cunt with hard, deep strokes.
"Mmm, come on in, baby." Shayla said in her husky voice when she saw me. She got up off the sofa, showing off her lovely body to me as Todd sat down on the sofa. Shayla mounted him, facing away from him and towards me, and impaled herself on his huge, upright cock.
I could hardly believe what I was seeing... Todd's cock looked way too thick, too huge for Shayla to take, and her cuntlips were stretched to the limit, but she took almost every bit of him and was soon riding his meat in a smooth, steady rhythm.
I unzipped my pants and fished out my cock. Stepping up to Shayla, I grabbed the back of her head even as she dove for my little iron crowbar. I groaned as I felt her mouth engulf my meat, then felt the vibration as she groaned. I began fucking her face, using my hand to guide her head as it bobbed while she sucked my dick.
I heard Jeanine say something to Seth, something about turning over so she could watch while he fucked her from behind. I was very close to coming as Shayla sucked my cock as hard as she could, and I didn't try to hold back or make it last. I gasped as I felt the jets of hot sperm firing into the hot woman's throat...
After Todd came inside Shayla, she had me sit on the other sofa to the side of the pool table, and she sank her sperm-filled cunt down onto my cock. I reveled in the pleasurable feeling of getting sloppy seconds... at least seconds if not more. As Shayla rode me like a whore on payday, she had two huge young cocks to work with her mouth and hands. Even as I enjoyed Shayla's cuntwalls gripping my cock as she rode me hard, I heard Seth groan as he pumped his full climax into Todd's lovely wife...
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Some time later, we were relaxing as Teddy and Todd finished up, using Jeanine as their personal cum dumpster, Teddy firing his load into Jeanine's sperm-filled cunt and Todd pumping his essence into her throat.
"Do any of you guys use the University Track behind the practice fields?" I asked, trying to sound nonchalant.
"Sure, all the time." said Shayla. "It's a great place to meet guys." Todd and Teddy also admitted to using the track frequently, though not to meet guys. Seth said he never had.
"So Shayla," I asked, "how are things going for you in the social circles?"
"Well," Shayla said, trying to keep her voice carefree, "I've been disinvited to several lunches, and the Ladies Auxiliary basically told me I don't need to bother coming to their meetings anymore. They all think I killed my husband. I'd probably care a lot more if I considered myself part of this Town and its social scene, but I never have and I don't now."
I had been weighing a tough decision, but now I knew what I had to do, and why.
Part 12 - The Little Things
The morning of October 2nd at 7:00am meant coffee in MCD and of course Bettina!
"This is Bettina Wurtzburg, KXTC Channel Two News!" shouted the lovely redhead into her microphone. "The County and the First District of the State was electrified by the news that Katherine Woodburn, former owner of KXTC-TV and the Town & County Examiner, has entered the State Senate race as a Democrat, replacing the late Senator Nathan Allen on the ballot.
"The County Republican Party filed suit, stating that election laws requiring a certain number signatures to get Ms. Woodburn on the ballot have not been met, and that her placement on the ballot was illegal. The suit was dismissed with prejudice by Judge Harry "Spud" Nance, who cited an obscure clause in the law describing 'special circumstances', stating that Senator Allen's death allowed the Democrats to replace him on the ballot. The County Republicans say no such clause exists in the current law and have appealed, but the Appellate Court has refused an injunction, and will not hear the case until after the Election, essentially making it a moot point."
Bettina continued: "KXTC polling last night shows that Ms. Woodburn is only four points behind TEA Party Conservative John Cummings, owner of Cummings Outdoors General Store, almost within the margin of error..."
"Shit." I said, mostly to myself, but within Martin Nash's hearing. "If he doesn't have a ten point lead going into Election Day, they'll steal it for her." Nash agreed, his face showing no change of emotion.
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"Heh heh hehhhhh!" chuckled Mr. Ward of Ward Harvester as he read the accounts in the Examiner of Katherine Woodburn's entry into the State Senate race. "I'd love to have seen the Iron Crowbar's face when that was announced!"
"I'm sure that my little brother took it all in stride." said Elizabeth as she sipped her coffee. They were in Ward's office, having an impromptu meeting.
"Where is Miss Warner?" Mr. Ward said. "We have some things to decide."
"She's with Coach Harlan." Elizabeth said. "She's staying with him while he undergoes the cancer treatments. They've been having an affair for months, you know. I think she's coming to understand that she had more feelings for him than she realized, and she's about to lose him.
"I had an inkling of their relationship." Ward said. "And he's totally smitten with her, he'd do anything for her." After a pause, Ward continued: "I don't want to sound pessimistic, but I think we all realize that Harlan is likely not going to survive this cancer. Do you have anyone in mind to replace him in our group?"
"I certainly do." said Elizabeth, naming her choice. Mr. Ward grinned as he nodded his approval.
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At 8:00am I was sitting at my desk perusing the duty logs from the night before. It had been amazingly quiet the night before in the Town & County: not a single arrest made. That was the good news. The bad news came when my phone buzzed. It was the Duty Desk.
"Sir, gentleman up here wants to see you in your office." said the Desk Sergeant. "Says he's with the Federal Marshals."
"Let me guess." I said. "Blue blazer, khaki pants, white button-down shirt, Dilbert tie."
I heard the Sergeant laugh, but he said "Almost, sir. He's not wearing a tie, but the rest is right."
"Have someone escort Mr. Dixon to my office, please. Thanks." I said, hanging up. A moment later, a rookie patrol officer was ushering Agent Fred Dixon into my office.
"Congratulations on your promotion, Commander. Nice office." Dixon said, his eyes darting around the room, pausing on two things: Pete Feeley's framed shield, and the painting depicting 'The Fall of Troy' that was resting on the floor, leaning against the side wall behind the desk. "So you've picked up on my favored dress code, eh?"
"Yes." I said. "So, what is it today? FDA, DEA, FBI, CIA?" I asked, making a point to show I'd observed a lot more than Dixon's clothing preferences.
"Federal Marshals." said Dixon, getting the point, but not letting me disturb him mentally. "I came to tell you that you will not be speaking to your former Sergeant Brody. The FBI's request to talk to him was denied, and we know that you were using your Police Department's computers to try to find him last night. That search must cease and desist, Commander. Your efforts to find him are putting his life in grave danger."
"I see." I said. "Are you aware of the reasons we want to talk with him, the danger notwithstanding?" Might as well go for it all, I thought to myself.
"Yes, the people making the decisions are aware of the situation." said Dixon, being a bit cryptic and careful in his speech. "I can assure you, Commander, that Mr. Brody told us everything he knows, including in our discussions with him after we took custody of him from you during that raid at the Fire Academy. You've seen those reports, so there is nothing else you could possibly learn from him. Now if you do think you have something you want to ask, you'll need to present your case further, and we'll--"
Just then my door opened and FBI Special Agent In Charge Jack Muscone barged in. "Don, I've got-- oh, I see Agent Dixon has already beaten me to the punch."
"Come in, Jack." I said, thinking to myself that I was entitled to hire a secretary and boy! did I need one to guard my door. "Have a seat. Federal Marshal Dixon and I were just having a pleasant conversation. His part is pretty much the word 'no'."
Dixon's face had fallen to one of studied annoyance when Muscone had walked in. "I've already explained to the FBI Agent what the situation is."
"Come on, Fred," I said. "What's the frickin' deal? Not the official bullshit, but the real story behind the scenes?"
"In this case, it's exactly as I've told you." replied Dixon stonily, and I realized he'd say nothing further in front of Jack Muscone. "The Marshal Service considers it to be too great a risk for what they consider no value in exposing Mr. Brody to you."
"Okay, then." I said. "I understand, and you will not see me make further attempts to find him." I pressed a button on my desk.
"Don't bullshit me." Dixon said, understanding the nuance of my words. "Don't try, even if you think we won't see it. If we need to have the FBI Deputy Director call you, we will."
"No need, I get the point." I said, then let my voice harden, "Thank you for coming by, Agent Dixon. This officer will escort you back to the front." The officer that had escorted Dixon to my office had appeared again, and my words were a straight-out dismissal of Dixon. He simply nodded to me, ignored Jack Muscone, and left.
"Wow, he moved fast on that one." Jack said. "I got the speech at 6:00 this morning. By the way, the threat to call the Deputy Director is a bluff; Dixon doesn't want to go anywhere near him. After Dixon left my office, I called my boss, and he didn't like what I told him, in that someone is ordering us around."
"I know it was a bluff." I said. "And Dixon doesn't want to pursue it further for another reason: the Marshals did not send him. He was acting totally on his own... well, on behalf of his real employer."
"How..." gasped Muscone, "why do you think that?"
"Logic, and some observations." I said. "If it were official, I'd already have been called by our boss the Deputy Director, and not having this little clandestine visit from the Jack-Of-All-Trades Department's agent. Also, I detected something else in his eyes... worry."
"You think we're on to something, especially about Brody?"
"Oh yes." I said. "We are warm, as the kids say in that game they play... and we may be moving towards hot."
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After a quick visit to the Hospital to check in with Tanya and baby Pete, finding them in good health and good spirits... well, baby Pete was hungry... I picked up Laura and we went to the Country Breakfast Diner to have lunch in the private back room with the owner, Councilman John "Jack" Colby.
"It's bad." said Colby as we ate. "I thought it'd be fairly smooth sailing to get John elected, especially after Allen died." Colby continued. "But Woodburn is really resonating with the Left."
"Is it hurting Daniel Allgood?" asked Laura.
"No." Colby said. "For some reason, the Sheriff's race has become virtually non-partisan. The Democrats aren't even putting up a candidate to replace Malone."
I said "The word I'd heard was that the Black community had relented on challenging Allgood, considering him as having their interests at heart enough to be acceptable to them." I did not mention that private words to Daniel's wife to not undermine that trust with the Black Community might have been suggested by his wife's ex-husband as well as her sister.
I continued: "I have to hand it to 'em... I didn't expect them to pull Woodburn out of the hat, though I probably should've considered it more. And they can attack Cummings on political issues that would roll off Daniel like water off a duck's back. Allgood is teflon, Cummings is not."
"Yep." said Colby. "I hate to say it, but it might be worse that Allen died. I thought it was fortuitous, but-- what?" He had seen me vigorously shaking my head.
"No matter what happens politically," I said, "I have no regrets that Nathan Allen assumed room temperature. If you knew half of what we'd accumulated about him..."
"Oh, I do know, and I do agree." said Colby. "But if Woodburn wins, that's going to hurt. And if you think Allen had animosity towards you?" Colby chuckled sardonically. "You ain't seen nothing yet. Woodburn privately told some people that her main goal in running for office and in life is to get you."
"Delightful." I said, not meaning it. "So, anything you guys can do?"
"No." said Colby. "I think you were right earlier when you said Allen was too far down for them to steal the election for him. But Woodburn is going to be much closer, it may be 50-50, and then they can rig it. How will they do that?"
I said "On Election night, a lawsuit will be filed in the local Superior Court by black civil rights leaders, claiming that blacks have not had adequate time to cast their ballots and are thus being disenfranchised. Judge Harry Nance will rule in their favor, and say that only those majority-Black districts, which happen to be majority-Democrat also, will remain open for another hour or two, until they get just enough votes for Katherine to win comfortably. Cummings' recount request will come to nothing, and his lawsuit will be dismissed just as the County Republicans' lawsuit this morning was immediately dismissed, and Katherine Woodburn will be 'deemed' the winner of the Election."
"We'll see about that." said Colby. "We've got our own army of lawyers and election poll watchers." I said nothing, not telling Colby that all their efforts would be for nothing. The fix was in, and everyone willing to admit it, knew it.
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I escorted Laura back to her office after the lunch. We were met at the door by Gayle Roberts. She had her finger over her lips in a 'hush' signal. Wordlessly, we all went into Laura's office, where Gayle pointed under the desk, where a bug had been planted.
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