Senator's Dirty Queen

Chapter 4

Simultaneously, the newly-met lovers gasped their pulsating pleasure. Reflexively, in one quick motion, Vignette immediately forced herself down to accommodate the rest of his enormous organ. And when its head pressed hard against her cervix, she burst into an instant, overwhelming climax. It didn't creep up on her or build gradually. The raw lust she had held back with such difficulty suddenly just dropped from the sky and plastered her, like a boulder landing on Wiley Coyote.

As one wave of bliss after another rolled over her, she impaled herself repeatedly on his love lance, at first just wailing inarticulately. After a few strokes, she managed to quickly force out: "Please don't come yet." She continued to jounce up and down, hoarsely pleading "Please" each time . "Please, Please, Please, Please", she begged in time with her downward thrusts." Her juices streamed along his dark pole and spread out over his thighs.

Rudolf was in agony. He wanted to do what she asked, but the aching throb in his loins was more powerful than anything he had ever experienced. Mind over matter, he told himself. He closed his eyes and did his best to ignore the fact that a ravishing sexpot in heat was bouncing up and down on his overstimulated shaft. He thought about football and work and the ugliest girl in Providence, Rhode Island and it worked. Eventually Vignette was spent and stopped shrieking and grunting her joy and sat still on his lap, looking down at him with fond gratitude.

Brad and Jason had positioned themselves on either side of the copulating couple in the vain hope that Vignette would favor one or the other or both of them with a throat massage. But things had all moved way too fast for that and, in fact, she never even saw them until her frenzy receded. When she finally did notice them she said: "Sorry boys. Didn't mean to ignore those handsome lady-killers." While, at 11 inches, neither of them measured up to Rudolf, they were still immense compared to the average man.

The other three men had gathered in front of the group on the couch and were salivating at the sight of her engorged clit and cunt lips and her tiny, hungry, honey-dripping p***y rhythmically opening and closing like the mouth of a fish out of water. As Rudolf neared maximum penetration, she let out a long, slow moan of immeasurable pleasure, muffled by the presence of Brad's big girl choker. And then, when he withdrew to pass her mouth over to Jason, she began to beg.

"Please, I need one of guys to suck on my clit. Right now.... I need you to suck really hard ........please ....please ....PLEASE! ......Please Chris...Please Jason....please "

"I'm Jason", said Jason and, turning her head, thrust his stiff poker into her mouth and down her throat.

"I'm Mark", said Mark lowering his head to her oozing love nook and nibbling gently on her clit.

Vignette pulled back from Jason looked down at Mark and whimpered, "No, damn it, suck on it. Suck as hard as you can."

Then, looking over Mark' head under lowered lids at the two men remaining in front of her, she realized that Bradwit's rod was still in his pants.

As Mark began to do his job and the heat of her passion spread away from her crotch in all directions she stared at Bradwit and moaned "Show me what you've got, stud."

"Sure you're ready for this?" Bradwit replied. "It's..uumm...a little different."

"Just take it out and let me see it", she pleaded.

He slowly unzipped, reached into his pants and pulled out a hard-on that Vignette at first thought must be some kind of a joke, a dildo or a prosthetic devise. It was the most adorable, glorious, thrilling thing she had ever seen, but it was too big to be real.

"It's real", he said.

"Sweetums", she groaned to Rudolf, "We need to talk divorce."

Bradwit was at least an inch longer than Rudolf and noticeably thicker.

At the sight of the magnificent piece of man meat, Vignette immediately imagined being sandwiched between Bradwit and Rudolf, both f*****g her at the same time, and that thought drove her to almost instant orgasm. She suddenly convulsed and began pumping her ass up and down on Rudolf's dark piston like the world's sexiest engine while her climax swept her up like a tornado trashing a Texas trailer park and swirled her to seventh heaven. She moaned and shrieked and screamed her bliss, again imploring Rudolf not to come and never looking away from the answer to her prayers, Bradwit's monumental rigid manhood.

Rudolf clenched his fists and nearly bit through his lip to keep himself from spurting his sperm deep up Vignette's butt.

When the room finally stopped spinning around her, Vignette gave Bradwit her best pout and demanded, "Why didn't you show me that leviathan before now? How long did you think you could hide a world's record in your pants?"

"I was saving it for a surprise", he answered. "Besides, if you'd seen it earlier, you probably would have jumped right on."

"Ya think?" she answered sarcastically.

"Yeah, and maybe you could have taken it but, for most girls, that would be a pretty dangerous thing to so. I've done some unintentional damage over the years, so now I let Clarence here go first to stretch the girls out for me. And sort of grease the kids, you might say."

"Rudolf", he mumbled. But it was hard to understand him because he was his lower lip was still firmly clenched between his teeth.

"Hang in there, angel", she purred. "Just a little longer. It's just that as soon as I saw Bradwit's sweet cunt-buster, I knew I needed to get double-penetrated by the two of you right away. But just thinking about it got me too excited and I jumped the gun again. I promise, promise, promise you can c*m this time. And I'll change my mind about that divorce if you don't insist on monogamy. I just need you to turn around and get lengthwise on this couch."

Bradwit's ardor was now growing quickly. Despite her extensive experience, Vignette's v****a was not loose or stretched out of shape. It was amazingly elastic and could expand to accommodate almost anything she wanted to put into it. But, when empty it always reverted to its original taut state. As a result, the further Bradwit pressed into her, the tighter her p***y gripped him and the more intensely he felt the pleasurable sensations shooting through his lumbering love machine. When he got about half the way in, Vignette began to squeeze every time he tried to withdraw, so that he could move in only one direction - further and further into her. Through the thin membrane separating them, he could feel Rudolf's stiff c**k. He hoped they weren't rearranging any of her major organs, but he suspected she didn't mind taking that chance.

The pleasure pangs from her sensitive little anus and her hard tingling c******s spread warmly through her entire lower body, overlapping each other, forming an accelerating positive feedback loop and sending the needle on her personal passionometer higher and higher toward "overload". Bradwit's insertion had been long, slow and delicious. By the time he finally had her fully impaled, her A-bomb orgasm was armed and ready for detonation.

She could no longer minister full-time to Mark with her mouth. She urgently needed to apply a very large number of wet, frenzied kisses to someone's, anyone's, mouth, cheeks, ears, chin and neck. Strange as it may sound, she sincerely thought of herself as deeply romantic. She needed to kiss. She needed to probe a man's mouth with her tongue and to have the exploration returned. She needed to nibble his lips and his ear lobe with her lips. And she needed to press her mouth against his and mingle their sighs and moans. She might know a guy for only 30 minutes, f**k the s**t out of him and never see him again. For those 30 minutes, however, she was probably passionately in love with him. But if that's as long as it's going to last, why bother to learn his name?.

When the lights stopped flashing and the room stopped spinning, Vignette's eyes rolled back into her head and she sank into a balmy, comfortable state that enveloped her like warm, perfumed bath. But she was roused after only a few seconds, when Bradwit and Rudolf pulled out of her and their semen gushed from her openings like two small streams from mountain springs. As Bradwit rose up onto his knees and backed out from between her legs, she braced herself on the couch, lifted her weight off of Rudolf and turned to her right to allow him slide out from under her.

She sat facing the room and there in front of her were Jason, Brad and Chris, waiting patiently with their snuggle-soldiers still at stiff attention.

"How sweet, you waited", cooed Vignette. "Hold on just a sec. Be right with you. Just let me put myself together a little. Don't worry. I won't let you go limp."

She quickly stuck a classic girlie mag pose: legs spread, hands behind her back, chest thrust out.

The three men whistled, growled appreciatively and stroked themselves enthusiastically.

"Anybody got a clean shirt?" she asked.

Mark tossed her one.

She stood, turned her back to the three expectant men, spread her legs wide and leaned over placing her left hand on the couch on the couch and thrusting her firm, round ass in the air, assuming another classic pose. The men again expressed their approval.

Vignette then reached between her legs, Mark' shirt in hand, and mopped between her legs, down her thighs and across her bottom, wiping away as much of the c*m as she could.

She turned around and sat down again, legs crossed and threw it back to Mark. "Sorry", she apologized. "Didn't see anything else in the room clean enough to use. It will be like new once you wash it, probably".

"Anyone seen my purse?", she asked.

It was within reach on the floor, where she'd dropped it in her furious scramble to stab herself with Rudolf's love saber.

"A girl's got to look her best, doesn't she", she commented, pulling out her mirror.

She carefully inspected her make-up, then sensuously reapplied her lipstick, wiping away Mark' sticky joy-juice, which drooled thickly from the corner of her mouth and down her over chin, where a long, stringy drip stretched to her breast. As she rearranged herself one thing she pulled her tank top down to cover her breasts and made sure that the shirt which had been discarded was on her again. Nor did she take it off completely. She had always believed that a half-dressed woman was much sexier than a naked one. Dishabille was her most sincere and effective fashion statement.

“Not anymore, boys…time to go home…and I need to have a private conversation with Vignette here,” said Bradwit and she looked at him with surprise but did not let that mirror in her expression.

“Awwww…come on now… did not think that the fun was going to stop here so soon…you are being a spoil-sport now,” said Vignette and the guys guffawed but they did not dare to speak against Bradwit.

“Get my driver to bring the limo round the corner,” said Bradwit as he helped Vignette stand on her heels. She was so pent up that it was becoming difficult for her to walk straight.

“Don’t worry…I would not let you walk a long way…but it is going to be a long night,” whispered Bradwit Markin in her ears as Vignette smiled. So this was the jackpot. Even though she had wanted to pull in Rudolf tonight but she had to be satisfied with the smaller victories. It all mattered how she worked it out with Bradwit and she hoped that she was good enough to do the job that had been given.

“I hope that you have plans to feed me as well,” said Vignette as Bradwit looked at her for a moment and burst out in laughter.

“Of course, my dear…I have every intention of taking care of you tonight. And it begins with dinner,” said the man as they climbed in the limo.

“I hope you are not married, because I might be falling in love with you, sweetheart,” drawled Vignette as she made herself comfortable.

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