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every indication, she's a virgin. The same goes for the Marsh girl."

"What about Sean McCarthy?"

"Just last week, she confided in me that her boyfriend is pressuring her for sex. She said, "Ms. Bowman, I'm so ready, but not with him. I need a man not a boy. I sent a prescription for the Pill to the pharmacy for her. She'll be okay in about two months."

Nurse Bowerman was as amenable for similar reasons as Dr. Robinson. She was in her forties, still single and not all that attractive. When her contract was up for renewal fifteen years ago, some members of the public were shocked when it was revealed that she'd written prescriptions for the Pill for high school girls.

Again, it was Charles Rexham who interceded and then invited Nurse Bowerman to that secluded compound on the Cape, where she could properly thank him. Unlike those high school girls, Grace Bowerman was not a virgin. She was a great fuck and proved to be an insatiable cocksucker.

She was so talented in bed that when she left, Charles suggested, "Grace, I think you're going to have to thank me a few times a year."

"Mr. Rexham, as long as that includes sucking your big cock, I'm more than happy to thank you."

The nurse wasn't just patronizing him when she said he had a big cock. Going back to Noah Rexham, over three centuries ago, it was a family trait. Most male members of the Rexham family were hung like horses, as Prudence Brockman told Noah Rexham. There was a family joke that those Rexham men who weren't built like horses were either adopted or illegitimate.

Another trait that Rexham men had was that unlike most men, who after fucking, need hours and hours to recover, they were ready for a second go round within an hour, and a third another hour later. On a weekend, they might be able to fuck or get sucked eight or night times. Even at his age, that wasn't unusual for Charles or any of the Rexham men.

The other thing was that Rexham men had a thing for blondes; particular blondes whose bush matched their hair color. Noah Rexham didn't know if Prudence's bush was blonde; he only saw the top of her head.

The following week, Charles called Mayor McCarthy; that would be Katherine McCarthy. "Kate, I was at the Senior Dance Friday night, your daughter is stunning; she's as beautiful as her mother."

"Charles, please don't. Not her. You know she's a virgin."

"Kate, why don't you come out to the Cape for a few days, and we can talk about it?"

The mayor hesitated. "Let me look at my calendar." She was silent for almost a minute. "My husband will be in New York City from Wednesday until Friday night next week. I can take a few days off." She was torn; the mayor hated cheating on her husband. On the other hand, it wouldn't be the first time; and it wouldn't be the first time with Charles.

It was his big cock that had her torn. Nothing made her feel so good, except his tongue. He always told her how sweet her pussy was, and he liked rubbing his face in her big red bush. Before she drove out to the Cape, she'd have to do some trimming and grooming. Maybe Charles would find it so inviting that he'd stay away from her daughter.

When she arrived, "Charles, ever since you called all I've thought about is your tongue. My panties are soaked just driving down here."

"Then you should take them off." He led her to the third floor where there was a small, glass enclosed, secluded deck overlooking the Bay. Mayor McCarthy undressed for him. "Kate, you've never looked more beautiful."

"Charles, you say the nicest things, but I know what you want. What you always want." She sat back on a two-seater couch, legs spread, that big red bush there for the taking.

He got on his knees. "You know I've been with a few women . . ."

"Charles, you mean a lot of women."

"Yes, well as I was saying, Kate, I've never seen a more beautiful pussy."

"I think you mean a tastier pussy. Charles, eat my pussy. Tell me again how beautiful I am; tell me my pussy is sweet."

They'd been seeing each other a few times a year. It was always the same, Charles spent hours and hours on his knees making love to her luscious pussy with his tongue.

For the next hour, his tongue was busy. "Sometimes, when you're doing me like this, I think about leaving my husband."

"You know I'd eat you like this every day."

"No, you wouldn't. After a few days, maybe a week, you'd be looking for a different pussy. That's just how you are. Now, Charles, make me cum one more time and then I'm going to drag you to bed, and fuck your brains out."

"No blowjob?"

"Not tonight. I hope you're not disappointed that you only get my pussy tonight."

"Tomorrow?"

He did; make her cum one more time, that is.

She did; drag him to bed, where she got on top and rode his cock. "Kate, I almost forgot how gorgeous your tits were. We'll have to see each other more often."

"I could see spending a weekend with you; a weekend where you spend hours and hours eating my, what did you call my pussy?"

"Beautiful, sweet."

"You could also say insatiable." She rolled over, with him on top. "Fuck me good, Charles."

His big cock slammed in and out of her pussy. Kate bounced her ass up and down. Her legs on his back. "Oooooh, Charles, oooh Charles, oooooh Charles. Keep fucking me. Your cock is so big; it makes my pussy squeal. Give it to me. Give me that cock."

"You want to suck it, don't you?"

"Yes, but not right now, maybe tomorrow. What I want is for you to keep fucking me."

They were breathing hard when they finished. Charles rolled off her.

"You were your usual amazing self, Charles. That's your problem."

"What do you mean? I don't understand."

"Charles, you want me to blow you, but the way you fuck me, all I want is your cock. On top of that, I've never had a man eat my pussy like you do. If you're not fucking me, I want you to eat me. There's just no time for blowjobs."

"So, if I was a lousy fuck, and didn't eat you, you'd suck my cock."

Kate laughed. "Charles, if you were lousy pussy eater and a bad fuck, I wouldn't be here. Now, let's get some sleep. You've exhausted me."

It wasn't that Kate was lying, but in the morning, she started his day with a blowjob. She enjoyed sucking his big, gorgeous cock; not as much as getting fucked by that cock or eaten by Charles Rexham's magical tongue.

I don't want to mislead you. I guess it's according to your definition of blowjob. What I'm trying to say is that Mayor Kate McCarthy sucked and sucked, but had no intention of making him cum. It's not that she didn't like the taste of cum, it's just that she wanted to get fucked by Charles' cock. Her mouth had that big cock ready. Sucking his cock, had her pussy ready. So ready.

Like last night, she mounted it and rode it and rode it. "Charles, don't cum yet. I want to keep fucking you. Your cock is so good to my pussy." Kate bounced and bounced. Those tits bounced, too.

"Do you think my tongue can make your pussy feel good this morning?"

"Are you teasing me, Charles?"

"Kate, when it comes to your sweet pussy, I'd never tease."

"I'm so glad to hear that," she said, and then slid off his cock and moved up and put her pussy in his face. Kate was giggling; Charles was giggling and then he was licking her pussy, and she maneuvered so that his tongue and her clitoris had a meeting.

The rest of Thursday and Friday morning were much the same. Fucking sucking, pussy eating.

Before Kate left, "now, Charles, you're going to stay away from Sean, right?"

"Kate, you know me. I'd think by now you'd understand who I am. Let me show you something. He turned on his television and pushed a few buttons. Then she saw it. There she was on the screen, sucking Charles Rexham's cock, live and in color. A minute later, she was on all fours getting fucked like a dog.

"Charles!!!!"

"Kate, no one will ever see these, not your husband, not anyone, if . . ."

She was in tears; she understood what he wanted. The tears flowed all the way back to Duxbury. How could she give her daughter to Charles Rexham?"

TO BE CONTINUED

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