I don’t really care much for politics. I’m neither a Democrat nor a Republican. I’m not liberal or conservative. I’m just — well somewhere between Independent and “I don’t give a shit.” Therefore some might consider it very strange — I know that my parents did — that in early July, 2011, I took a sabbatical from college to work on Republican Colorado Senator June Jepson’s presidential campaign. The reason — I was fascinated by her.
I guess I need to tell you a little about myself. I may be a little taller and more muscular than the average, but certainly nothing special. I might be slightly better looking than normal, but if so not by much. I was clever enough to get into a low level college, but even there I am in the bottom third of my class. In general I’m essentially an average guy except for two things. For some reason — it probably is a medical condition that I’ll eventually die early from — I don’t soften between ejaculations (whether achieved by my hand or a pussy) and I can usually ejaculate four times in an hour; and my cock is significantly thicker and longer than what I have been told is the average for American males.
The above describes my mostly average physical and mental attributes. I’m not at all normal in my sexual tastes, however. Though twenty one I much prefer older women. I never have fucked a woman my age or younger; about the closest I came was with a woman about five years older than I was. I am lucky that there are lots of horny 30-60 year old women in Iowa, where I’m from, so that I’ve been pretty well sexually satisfied since I was eighteen.
As ridiculous as it sounds I had convinced myself that if I got close to June Jepson that she would want to fuck me despite the fact that she was married, had two kids, always publically espoused “family values,” and was nationally famous. At the time of my fascination she was about 50 years old, had striking auburn hair (I don’t know whether she dyed it or not), a beautiful face, and enormous knockers (there was debate about whether they were natural or enhanced). She would be my best looking and sexiest conquest ever, or so I thought!
While I did get to meet June while working on her presidential campaign in Iowa, and was excited when she touched me several times, much to my disappointment she didn’t show any interest in wanting to jump my bones. Despite the fact that she wore slightly too much makeup, however, in person I found her more desirable than what I had seen of her in the media.
I was working happily along smitten by June but in control enough that I didn’t make a fool of myself when I accompanied her to the Iowa State Fair in August of 2011. When there she bought a foot long corn dog and inserted it between her full rosy lips. I got an instant hard-on and creamed in my pants without any physical stimulation, the first and only time that has happened to me. Fortunately one of my co-workers got a photograph of it. I had my co-worker email the photo to me for my personal use but made sure that it didn’t get into the national media since her detractors might laugh at it.
After the corn-dog episode I went from being smitten by June to obsessed with her. Fortunately there were several older women working on her campaign that were receptive to a young guy’s advances so I was able to fantasize that I was fucking June while pounding their pussies. None were particularly good looking, however, so I really needed to exercise my imagination to do that, but at least it was better than jacking off to June’s corn dog photo.
Unfortunately June dropped out of the race early so I didn’t get to hang with her for long, and since neither I nor many of her other campaign workers in Iowa got paid I needed to get a real job for at least a semester before returning to college.
I ended up with a job in the North Dakota oil boom area along with one of my buddies from the campaign, a guy named Justin. Even though the work was hard and we were isolated from normal society most of the time there were two things about it that made it bearable and actually caused me to stay on until Christmas of 2012.
The first thing that made it bearable was that we made a shitload of money, enough to easily pay for the rest of my college when I chose to return, a new car, and many other things, in addition to a significant amount in savings.
The second thing was that there was a friendly married woman about twenty years older than I was who lived in the same trailer park that Justin and I did and whose husband worked exactly opposite hours that I did. She had a homely face but — at least in my mind — her body was much like June’s, including very big tits, and she was almost sexually insatiable. I probably averaged fucking her twice a day the entire time I was in North Dakota after I met her, typically four times every other day. She especially enjoyed having her hands restrained as I fucked her doggy while massaging her natural big tits and fantasizing that it was June.
Justin left the North Dakota oil fields about the same time that I did and we got an apartment together. I enjoyed Justin’s company and he became a good friend but there was one personality trait that he had that could be irritating. If someone wronged him he was fixated on getting revenge. Normally his revenge was something minor or only in his own mind, like posting something about them on an Internet site. Sometimes it was more, including totally one guy’s car. Fortunately not too many people wronged him.
While still often thinking about June, especially whenever a story came out about her in the press, and while her corn dog photo was my screensaver, I had forgotten about essentially not getting paid for working on her campaign in Iowa. Justin hadn’t forgotten.
In early 2013 a story came out in the national press about June’s failure to pay her Iowa staffers. The story really ginned Justin up. A follow-up story came out that she was going to make a trip to Iowa to meet with staffers to apologize to them and to see if there was a way she could help them. Justin got frantic.
“Let’s kidnap her when she comes and hold her for a few days to teach her a lesson,” he told me in all seriousness.
“We can’t do that,” I said, “We could get into big trouble — kidnapping is a major crime you know.”
“We wouldn’t demand ransom or anything, just hold her for a few days then let her go; we could do it.”
“God, Justin, you’re crazy,” I replied.
“Come on, don’t be a pussy, Dale. Plus I know how fascinated you are by her and maybe if she got close to you for a few days she’d want to fuck you; or at least ‘corn dog’ your cock” Justin said, clearly not giving up.
I thought about the corn dog photo; “If there is any chance to substitute my cock for the corn dog this would be it,” flashed through my pea brain. “OK, as long as we can do it right so that we have only the slightest chance of getting caught,” I said, not even believing that I had thought that, let alone agreed to it.
June was making her trip to talk to staffers in Des Moines. My grandfather had a vacant small house in a rural area near Lake Okoboji, about two hundred miles away. That would be a perfect place to hold her and was far enough away that if we did it right no one would think to look there.
I talked to my grandfather and told him I wanted to use the vacant house for a few weeks; he was happy to let me. He called to have the power turned on to the house.
Justin and I went to my grandfather’s house, fixed it up including making one of the two bedrooms completely secure and escape proof, brought in some new furniture especially for the secure bedroom, and brightened it up. Also I read June’s autobiography and almost everything else about her on the Internet that I could, and purchased foods and accessories using the information that I located and to plan for a “fool proof” kidnapping.
Perhaps I should mention something about Justin. He is about the strongest guy I ever met in my life. When we were in North Dakota he worked as a roustabout, a job that required enormous strength, and according to the foreman he was the most effective one in the entire State. He got premium pay for doing it.
To prepare for our festivities we put expired, out-of-state license plates that we got at a flea market over the plates on my car. We made up some plastic car parts that we taped to my car that made it look like a different vehicle and replaced the logos with other ones, and put tape racing stripes on it. Since we were former staffers ourselves we found out everything that there was about the former staffers’ meeting.
It turned out that actually capturing June was surprisingly easy; I really thought that a U. S. Senator would be better protected. June went to the meeting in Des Moines with only one present staffer and he was a total tool. Justin put him in a sleeper hold while he was waiting for June in a car outside the meeting once it had concluded, and when June approached the car in the darkness we simply grabbed her from behind, chloroformed her, and Justin carried her to my car about two blocks away in a location where we were sure there were no traffic cameras.
Since we expected the chloroform to only knock June out for about ten minutes we blindfolded and gagged her and handcuffed her hands behind her back. With gloves on — everything we did was with gloves on — I removed her cellphones (she had two) and makeup from her purse and threw everything into the car with the staffer in it. We put her in the back seat of my car and I sat there with her while Justin drove, careful to obey all traffic laws.
Pervert that I am I pulled June’s dress up above her knees so that I could see her thighs as we drove along; they looked great.
June did regain consciousness after about ten minutes. I could tell from the muffled sounds that she made that she was uncomfortable.
“June, my name is Zan. I want you to know that you are not going to be harmed. While I am not yet at liberty to tell you why we have invited you to accompany us I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. If you will agree not to scream, try to remove your blindfold, or try to open the car door, I will remove your ball gag and will handcuff you to me rather than handcuffing your hands behind your back.”
She hesitated a short while then nodded her head “yes.” I removed her gag then repositioned her and uncuffed her left hand and cuffed her right hand to my left. Devil that I am I brushed a tit while I was repositioning her; pretty easy to do considering how far they stuck out. My slight brush led me to believe it was natural, but I was dying to find out for sure.
Her first question was “How long was I out?”
Since we obviously did not want her to get any sense of how far away from Des Moines we were taking her I responded “About two and one-half hours.”
She started sobbing under her breath while she sat in the car and pleaded with us not to hurt her. She also mumbled that her family couldn’t afford to ransom her. Seeing her fear I decided that I needed to cheer her up.
I assured her over and over again that we had no intention of harming her and that we would be releasing her without any ransom. I placed my hand on her knee and said “Please relax, I would be very sad if you feel threatened, as would my associate Zin. Zin, please tell June that we’re not going to hurt her.”
Justin replied, “No June, no harm will come to you while you are our guest.”
Then I started to talk with June about sports, fashion, the legislation that she would be sponsoring in the Senate in the next year, what she thought the major challenges facing the country were, what her views were on some of the social issues of the day (as if I didn’t already know), etc. By the time that we arrived at the house, slightly more than three hours after the abduction, she seemed to have relaxed somewhat.
When we went into the house we let June go to the bathroom in the separate bath that she had in her secure bedroom after instructing her not to remove her blindfold, fed her, and then locked her into her room for the night. We told her that there was a nightgown and some other clothes (that we had gotten at a thrift store on the opposite side of Des Moines from Lake Okojobi) in the closet, and to make herself comfortable.
Wearing gloves, the next morning Justin removed the plastic add-ons and racing stripes from my car, being sure to get all of the adhesive off, took off the fake plates, cut up everything, brought the cut up materials to the local recycling center, and the car to a car wash.
While wearing a hood I opened the door to June’s bedroom about 8:30 a.m., fastened her blindfold on her and led her into the kitchen for breakfast, handcuffing her left hand to a chair arm. She was still in her nightgown, which was likely a little more revealing than June thought that it was. I was getting excited.
While Justin was gone I decided to put my personal plan into effect.
“June, now that I hope that you know that we are not going to harm you I want to tell you the purpose for our invitation.”
“Zan, why do you keep pretending that I’m a guest; you’ve kidnapped me.”
“‘Kidnap’ is such a negative word. I prefer to refer to you as our ‘guest’ because we believe that you will enjoy your stay.”
“Really?” June sarcastically replied.
“Yes. You see we have been contracted with by someone very close to you to help you break out of your sexual repression.”
June stiffened then said “I’m not sexually repressed.”
“Oh yes you are June. You haven’t had sex in many months, you know or suspect that your husband is a closet homosexual, and when you are alone in your thoughts in the middle of the night you wish that the corn dog from the State Fair was a nice hard cock.”
Of course there was no way to know if anything I said was true, but it was either something I suspected from contact that I had had with her on the campaign plus gossip that I had read on the Internet. I was pleased by her reaction.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. None of that is true. I’m sexually satisfied.”
The way that she said what she did was, according to the psychology classes I had taken, indicative of textbook lying. “June, you need to be honest with yourself because the sooner you are the sooner you return to the Senate. Our employer knows your situation intimately so you can’t fool us or yourself.”
“No, no, no,” she moaned unconvincingly.
Given her reaction I decided to expedite matters.
“Alright June why don’t you get dressed now then we’ll talk some more.” With that I removed the handcuff from the chair and led her to her room. “Sit down on your bed June,” I said, and when she did I cuffed her left hand to the very strong metal headboard. I silently walked over to the other side of the bed, clasped a handcuff on the right side of the headboard, and then gently moved her right arm toward the handcuff and clicked it on her wrist. She was clueless about what was going to happen.
I went back to the left side of the bed, moved her legs onto the mattress, and had her left ankle cuffed to the foot railing before she realized what was going on. Though she then started yelling and kicking with her right leg she wasn’t really that adept at kicking, or that strong, so shortly I was able to cuff her right ankle to the foot railing too.
I just sat next to her on the mattress until she calmed down. Then I nonchalantly said “June to help you get over your repression I’m going to want you to suck my dick like you sucked the corn dog. Do you think you could do that?”
She started crying and pleading, but I remained quiet and motionless until she again calmed down. Then I said “If you aren’t ready for that June maybe I can get you into the right frame of mind. Are you sure you don’t want to suck my dick right now, though?”
She again started sobbing and pleading, so I lifted up her nightgown and with a pair of scissors cut her panties off. I loved the look of her pussy, even though her bush obscured some of it. “The first thing that we need to do is give you a shave, June,” I chuckled.
I put a cloth under her crotch so as not to get her bed wet, got the shaving cream, water in a bowl, razor, and towel that I had placed in my bathroom for that purpose, then talked to her in as soothing a voice as I could muster. “June, please don’t move while I’m shaving you; I would feel horrible if I injured you in any way while doing this.”
Though she continued muted sobs she remained mostly still while I carefully soaped and shaved her crotch. I derived a great deal of pleasure from it, although I didn’t really touch her pussy lips more than was necessary to insure proper hair removal. When I was done her pussy looked fantastic, nice full lips and a prominent hooded clit. Her lips glistened even after I toweled all of the cream and water off; I smiled — she was wet with excitement.
Once I finished shaving her I again asked, “June are you sure you don’t want to ‘corn dog’ my dick now?” She just shook her head “no” and whimpered.
“Maybe you’ll change your mind after a little stimulation,” I said softly while kneeling next to her pelvis on the mattress. I then proceeded to gently finger all parts of her pussy using all my fingers and both thumbs. At first she tried to buck and shake her hips to push my fingers away. When she figured out that just resulted in further penetration she stopped doing that. I also massaged her massive mammary glands and was very pleased to find out that they were real.
Once June stopped moving I vigorously stimulated her clit, deeply penetrated her pussy looking for a G-spot — which she seemed not to have — and then started licking and gumming her pussy lips. It wasn’t long before she climaxed. Her sobs were replaced by pleasure moans and screams, and her entire torso shook uncontrollably.
I was certain from her reaction that she hadn’t had an orgasm in a very long time. I chuckled to myself that maybe my speculation about her sexual situation was spot on. I waited for her orgasm to subside, just keeping one hand on her hip with the other just gently laying on her pussy but not moving. Once she came down I stimulated her again, this time even more vigorously than the first time.
Of course by this time my cock was so hard that it hurt, but I had made up my mind that my cock was not going into any of her orifices that day unless she asked for it or verbally agreed to it. Once she stopped moaning from her second orgasm, and unconsciously licked her lips, I asked again. “June, it will really help you out if you take my cock into your mouth and ‘corn dog’ it.”
To my pleasant surprise she mumbled “OK.”
“Now no teeth, June, only lips and tongue, OK?”
She nodded her head “yes.”
I took off my clothes, straddled her, and placed the helmet of my big cock into contact with her lips. She opened her mouth and I gently inserted my dick. She was clearly surprised by the size, but opened wide and then started licking and sucking. Even though she clearly was not a BJ expert I was so excited from having a fantasy fulfilled that she quickly got me ready to blow.
“June,” I said, “I’m ready to blow; do you ever swallow?”
As best she could with my cock in her mouth she shook her head “no” so as soon as I couldn’t hold back any more I removed my cock and without even having to masturbate myself squirted all over her neck and chest. It felt so fucking good I couldn’t believe it! The best that I had ever felt from oral sex not because of how talented my partner was but because how hot I was for her.
I moved off of June, complimented her, gently talked to her as I rubbed my cum into her skin, especially onto her big ripe melons, and in view of my special talent/condition I was ready again in about ten minutes, never having softened.
“June you were so great and it helped you so much we’re going to do that again,” I said as I straddled her and pushed my helmet to her lips.
I ejaculated on her three more times. Each time she got more enthusiastic in her tonguing and sucking, and I got more appreciative in my comments. However by the last one, despite her enhanced enthusiasm, she was clearly getting wiped out. On the last one I shot the first spurt into her mouth before extracting my dick, hoping that it wouldn’t choke her. I was pleased when it didn’t and after she held it in her mouth for a while she swallowed.
After the fourth BJ I finally got soft. I said “June, you’re off to such a great start in overcoming your sexual anxiety and getting sexual satisfaction my employer would be so proud of you. I’m going to uncuff you now. Why don’t you take a shower and get dressed. Don’t remove your blindfold until I’m out of the room, but knock on the door when you want to come out.”
I did as I said, and when I left and locked her secure bedroom I collapsed on a chair as a wonderful serenity washed over me. “Holy shit, part of a dream come true,” I said to myself.
Justin arrived before June knocked on the door. By that time I was almost back to normal. I told him what had happened and his eyes got tennis ball size. “Hey, Justin, don’t worry if you want a BJ by the end of the day tomorrow June will be anxious to give you one.” I saw his pants tent.
After I was sure that June had had time to shower and dress I knocked on her door. “June, are you there?”
“I don’t want to come out.”
“But Zin and I have made lunch for you.” After a minute of silence Justin and I put on our hoods and I opened the door. June was sitting on a chair in her room staring at the wall. “Come on June, you need to eat.”
I lead her to the kitchen; we had made her favorite sandwich, turkey and Jarlsberg cheese on rye with mayonnaise, along with some celery. “How did you know that this was my favorite, or was it a lucky guess?” she asked.
“June our employer told us everything about you, it was no guess. Do you think that the idea for Jarlsberg came out of the blue, or the celery?”
She looked perplexed but sat down and ate; Justin and I joined her, a little hard to do with our hoods on but since they were loose we pulled it off. Our conversation at lunch was light, and then we asked if she would like to play three-handed Hearts. “Our employer says that you love to.”
She gave me a really funny look, then said “OK, but I want to play for something.”
“What?” I chuckled.
“If I win you’ll let my family know that I’m all right and tell them when I’ll be released.” Apparently she was now convinced that we wouldn’t harm her.
“We don’t know exactly when we’ll release you, but we will tell them that it won’t be too long,” I replied. “But what if you lose, June?”
“What do you want?” she skeptically asked.
“You will give Zin a blow job if he wins, and me one if I win, in both cases without us having to restrain you.” Her eyes got wide, she didn’t answer for a while but finally mumbled “All right.”
She won — while she was good I helped her out a few times because I wanted her to feel good and we had planned to tell her family anyway. After she won I asked her what number she wanted us to call, and what question she wanted us to have them answer to prove to her that we called. Of course we weren’t stupid enough to call from anywhere close to where we were; we had planned for this in advance. Justin called a friend of his who used to work with us in North Dakota who was a Canadian Indian now living near Calgary. Justin’s friend called her house in Colorado from a pay phone about fifty miles from where he lived and got the answer to June’s question.
The rest of the day I chatted with June in detail about all sorts of things including the Senate, especially legislation, or anything else to keep her mind off of her lack of freedom. I also didn’t cuff her or otherwise restrain her. We switched off her being blindfolded and me being hooded.
We got the response to her question proving that we had contacted her family by early evening — the name of her first pet, which was not in her autobiography. She cried when we told her and said “Thank you.”
Justin got bored with being around the house and left to go bowling and play pool in Okoboji.
Shortly after Justin left June had what to her was a significant concern. “Zan, there is no makeup here and I’d really like to put some on, I feel scary without it.”
“Sorry, June, you look even better without it and there is no way we’re buying a women’s makeup — it would raise suspicions.”
After a pause she said “Can’t we at least play cards for it?”
After a long pause I said “I don’t know, June, that’s not something we prepared for, like calling your family.”
“Please; a similar deal to last time,” she pleaded.
“Well; OK, we’ll play gin rummy. If you win you write down whatever you want us to get and Zin will get it tomorrow. If you lose though you have to give me a blowjob right now and Zin one when he comes back; and you have to do them topless on your knees and with no restraints on you.”
“I don’t know…” she started to say.
“How about if I beat you three games in a row we get the blowjobs and you just have to win two out of three to get the makeup?”
“OK,” she replied.
I’m an expert in gin rummy. I whipped her good. She didn’t complain when she lost. I put the blindfold on her, lead her into her secure room, locked the door, sat on her bed with my pants off, had her take her top off and knell down, and let her go to town.
She was much better, now that she could use her hands, than when she was restrained. I played with her awesome bare boobs while she sucked me; the boob fondling got me off much faster than normal. I warned her when I was ready to blow but she didn’t pop me out of her mouth but swallowed the first two salvos before she finished me with her hand. It felt great. I lifted her up to sit next to me and told her how wonderful it was and asked if she enjoyed it.
“Of course not,” she said, totally unconvincingly.
Given my condition I remained hard and asked for another one.
“The deal was for one,” she replied though not harshly.
“How about I do something nice for you?” I asked.
“Like what?” she asked skeptically.
“How about a fifteen minute back massage.”
“I am tense,” she replied, then after a short pause, “OK.”
This time she took three spurts before expelling me from her mouth. I got her to give me two more with promises for an hour back massage, and by the fourth one, despite the fact that her mouth was sore, she swallowed it all.
“OK, June, you were fantastic. It’s time for your back rub now. But you’ve got cum all over your chest. Let’s take a shower together.”
“That wasn’t part of the deal,” she snapped.
“I don’t want you to get cum all over your sheets. I promise only to wash you off and not fuck you, and please remember that I’m in charge.”
She didn’t say anything more when I undressed her, lead her to the shower, or when I washed her off, although I could swear I heard a few whimpers of pleasure when I scrubbed her boobs and crotch.
I lay her naked on the bed, face down, straddled her, and gave her the best hour massage I could, although I didn’t restrict it to her back but also did her buttocks and thighs. She flinched slightly when I first touched her buttocks, but otherwise only exhibited contentment.
Looking at her bare body, including her pussy lips peeking out between her thighs, I knew that tomorrow I was fucking her one way or the other.
After the massage as I dressed and left the room I said “I hope you liked it June; Zin will probably be home in a little while and I’ll have him come in and get his BJ when he does.”
“OK,” was all she said, obviously half-asleep.
When Justin got home he told me that June’s disappearance was big news not just in Iowa and Colorado but around the country. Fortunately the news reports indicated no leads whatsoever. “As long as we stay smart it will stay that way,” I replied; he nodded agreement.
I then told Justin that I had arranged for the BJ I promised. Justin was definitely not into older women and didn’t have a fixation on June like I did, but as a red blooded straight guy there was no way he was passing up a BJ, so with both of us wearing hoods I unlocked June’s door and we walked in. I turned on only a low light. June was asleep but I woke her up.”
“June, time for Zin’s BJ.”
“Ohh, I’m really tired can I do it tomorrow?”
“The deal was for tonight, June. Zin is really ready, he’ll come fast.” I knew that was true given the tent in Justin’s pants and the fact that June was laying under her covers naked.
June got out of bed, I left the room, and it wasn’t three minutes before I heard Justin grunting like a pig. About five minutes later he emerged from the room and I locked the door again.
“Did you like it?” I asked, smiling.
“Yeah, it was great; her boobs are fabulous.”
“Did she swallow?”
“Yeah, and that kind of surprised me.”
I just laughed.
That night I was so excited that I almost couldn’t sleep knowing that I was going to fuck June the next day.
I made June her favorite breakfast and Justin and I ate with our hoods on so as to allow her to eat without a blindfold. After breakfast I asked if she wanted to go on a walk since she hadn’t had much non-sexual exercise. I had purchased a pair of sneakers for her to wear and after she put them on I blindfolded her and took her on a walk, holding her arm.
Since we were totally isolated from anyone else and since the land we were walking on was primarily flat, going slowly we had no problems. We chatted as she walked, and she seemed to really enjoy it. When we got back Justin left for town and I sat her down.
“June, as you know our employer has hired us to try to sexually liberate you. That will require me having intercourse with you today.”
She got a look on her face that I interpreted to be somewhere between frightened, resigned, and anxious. “No, please don’t do that,” she said, “My husband is the only one I’ve had intercourse with and it wouldn’t be right. I’m not amoral.”
“Listen, June, you don’t have a choice so your morality has nothing to do with it. Would you feel better about it if I restrained you?” With that I quickly snapped a pair of handcuffs on her.
She got a small tear in her eye and then said “If you are going to do it, then restrain me.”
I walked her into the bedroom, kept her handcuffed while I removed her lower body clothing, and released her handcuffs only enough to remove her upper body clothing. Then I lay her on her back and cuffed each hand to the metal headboard.
Though I couldn’t see her eyes because she was blindfolded she looked apprehensive but definitely not scared. Her pussy just looked excited, its lips glistening much more than the day before.
I pleasured her orally and with my fingers for about fifteen minutes to warm her up putting her through two small orgasms. Then I got between her thighs, put her heels on my shoulders, and slowly inserted my excited rigid cock into her wet cunt. She groaned louder with each slow inch of penetration. She felt really snug for a woman who had had two children. Once buried I stroked nice and slowly, interrupted every once in a while with two or three quick strokes, while at the same time kneading her ample tits.
I didn’t think that I would last long, and I was right, especially once she started squealing and rocking on her buttocks. When I blasted into her she screamed and spasmed until I had injected my full load and I had stopped stroking in her.
When I pulled out and lay next to her I felt as well as I ever had in my life. Not only was my brain fully engaged since I had fantasized about fucking June for more than a year, but the reality measured up to the fantasy and I was completely physically satisfied.
Again there was nothing to change my normal condition so I remained hard and fucked her again in the same position and with the same result, although I lasted a little longer and she seemed to spasm even more than before when I inoculated her. As I started round number three she spoke intelligently for the first time since I had started eating her.
“Zan, will you remove my restrains and can you seduce me in a different position.”
“Promise not to try and get away?” I asked laughingly.
“I couldn’t if I tried,” was her reply.
I removed the restraints, turned her on her hands and knees, and fucked her doggy style. About halfway through she started banging back at me, I increased my pace, and she let out a continuous pleasure moan. When I rocketed into her she screamed and collapsed on the bed.
Once I withdrew from the doggy fuck I was certain that I had never felt better. That was confirmed when I had three or four “aftershocks” run through me, something that was rare for me. I knew that because of my condition that I had one more fuck in me so after I recovered, with June laying, unrestrained, flat on her stomach, I mounted her, separated her pussy lips with my fingers, and shoved my still steel hard cock into her.
In this position she was unbelievably tight. Also in this position her pucker hole was winking at me so I lubed up a thumb with pussy juice and jammed it into her pucker hole then started whacking away. June let out an almost continuous scream as I pummeled her with all I had and occasionally twisted my thumb in her anus.
After my fourth orgasm, and at least her sixth, I picked up my clothes, left her room, and locked her door. I left her essentially comatose on her bed. I showered and rested for a while until my sexual afterglow left after about an hour.
After lunch we had a normal afternoon of talking, going over possible legislation, and playing games when Justin was there. After dinner, even though it was dark, I took her on another walk outside. When we returned I had another sex talk with her.
“June, you are my top fuck ever. Can we have another round tonight?”
“Please no, Zan. My vagina is really sore and it would really hurt me and wouldn’t help what you call my ‘sexual liberation’ in any way.”
“I understand,” I said, kissing her on the cheek. “Before you go to sleep, however, I’ll put a special salve on your privates since you really need another session tomorrow.” She didn’t respond verbally, but I swear I saw a small smile.
That night I did apply some special salve that I often used when I wore out sex partners with my never-softening dick. I couldn’t help myself and sucked on her tits for about five minutes after doing that — there was no complaint from June. Before I left her room I kissed her on the forehead, put on my hood, removed her blindfold and said “See you tomorrow.”
The next day after breakfast and a walk she didn’t complain or resist in any way when I told her that it was time for intercourse. “Do you need the restraints today, June?” I asked.
“Please don’t seduce me again,” she replied, very unconvincingly.
“It’s gonna happen June, it’s not something you have control over and it’s not your fault except that you have been sexually repressed most of your life, and I’m overwhelmed by how sexy you are. Do you want the restraints or not?”
“Since I have no choice anyway I guess there is no reason for the restraints.”
With that I lead her into her room, ate her to a small orgasm, but knowing how great my dick would feel when in her pussy I put her on her hands and knees and fucked her brains out, doggy style. I fucked her again from behind when she was standing with her legs spread and her hands on a wall while I fingered her pucker hole at the same time, and with me sitting down and her facing away from me on my lap as I gripped her big tits throughout.
My fourth fuck with June during that session really turned the corner for her. I sat on the edge of the mattress with her facing me. Without prompting she wrapped her thighs around my torso and undulated her pelvis the entire time we were fucking, so that it was the first time that she was fucking me as much as I was fucking her. Her resulting orgasm was the most massive one she had had, and she was dead weight in my arms when we were done.
Afterward, I applied my special salve to her pussy as she lay comatose on her back on the bed.
That night Justin started making noises like we needed to let June go since the story was getting more and more traction in the news and there were literally hundreds of law enforcement personnel on the case. I really didn’t want to give up fucking June since it was the most fun that I had ever had in my life, but I knew that he was right and had to agree.
“Listen, Justin, if her pussy is OK enough for me to fuck her again tonight, then we can let her go.”
“You know, Dale, I might want a fuck before she leaves too.”
“I thought you didn’t like older women?”
“I don’t, but I keep thinking about that BJ she gave me and her fabulous tits which are more like those of a 25 year old woman than a 50 year old, and I haven’t had a lay in a while,” he replied.
“OK, tell you what, if her pussy is ready I’ll just fuck her three times tonight and you can do the fourth, and she won’t know the difference by that time.”
I knew that wasn’t true, but by then I didn’t think that she’d care.
After my talk with Justin I went into June’s room with my hood on. She was awake, reading some magazines that Justin had purchased for her.
I started out the conversation “June, we’re likely going to let you go tomorrow.”
“So you think I’m sexually liberated, now?” was her surprising response.
“You’ve made excellent progress. However, I think that we need one more intercourse session, and I hope that we could have it tonight — if your vagina is up to it.”
“You know that I’ve never agreed to you having intercourse with me at any time, don’t you, Zan?” she posited.
“I know, June, but I’ve been straight with you and I want you to honestly answer my question.” With that I held and stroked her hand.
“My vagina is fine,” she replied.
“Do you need restraints?” I asked.
“No,” she replied.
June was as active a participant as her fatigue and age allowed her to be as I fucked her missionary, from behind bent over a padded chair, and doggy. It was fantastic. Both of us were very groggy after the third fuck, but I got it together enough to sneak out and approach a very anxious Justin.
“You’re up, dude,” I told him. “Be sure to wear your hood and lock up her room when you’re done.”
With that I stumbled into the bedroom Justin and I shared, fell into my bed, and quickly went to sleep to the sounds of groaning in the bedroom next door.
When I awoke the next morning I saw Justin still asleep in his bed; I looked at the clock and it was an hour after I had planned to get up. I needed to make breakfast for June and decide exactly what time we would release her.
I thought that I smelled something and when I opened the door to my bedroom I almost fainted. There was June in the kitchen cooking breakfast. She turned to look at me and said “I hope that you like omelets and toast since that appears to be the only breakfast food left.”
I was so stunned that it took me a few seconds to realize that I didn’t have my hood on and she could see my face. When I did realize it I quickly turned back into my room, put my hood on, and re-entered the kitchen.
“How did you get out of your room, June?” I stuttered.
“When Zin left last night he obviously didn’t lock it.”
I decided not to ask her why she didn’t escape since the car keys were visible on a rack near the front door, or how she knew that it was Zin. When she said, “Things will be ready in two minutes, why don’t you get your buddy up,” I went back to our bedroom.
I woke up Justin, told him to put his hood on and that he had screwed up by not locking the door to June’s room but that fortunately she hadn’t run away. He said, with obvious chagrin, “I’m sorry, but I was feeling real good after I fucked her and forgot all about it.”
Knowing how I felt after I fucked June I could sympathize with him.
June graciously agreed to be blindfolded to eat the breakfast that she had prepared so that Justin and I could take our hoods off. The food tasted great, as much do to the circumstances as how skillfully it was prepared. When it was over as Justin was doing the dishes I had another talk with June.
“We are going to release you today, June, though we need to drive you around for quite a while before we do so that you don’t have a proper orientation. What we plan to do is to drop you off some place that is safe but rural, put a burner cell phone that we purchased long ago in a different city into a box that has a time release on it, and after we are gone for an hour it will open and you can call anyone you want.”
Her response was not what I expected.
“What is the date today, and the day of the week?”
“It’s Thursday the 17th.”
“I don’t really have to be back to the Senate until Monday, so you could release me tomorrow instead of today.”
Justin dropped a glass he was washing when he heard that. I dropped my jaw and my instant boner knocked the napkin off of my lap.
Apparently June had become sexually liberated because we had a fuck fest that day. I fucked her seven times and Justin fucked her twice. The second time Justin as fucked her doggy style she gave me a blow job, the most erotic one of my life. After our full day at her request I slept cuddling her all that night after soliciting her promise that she would not look at me in the morning until I put my hood on.
As the final surprising thing she asked me to shave her crotch again Friday morning after we ate breakfast and Justin had gone to get the car gassed up and modified. After I shaved her we fucked one more time, cowgirl. She rode me with boundless enthusiasm and did 90% of the fucking!
The drop off occurred in rural Illinois and things went as planned, except that I passionately French kissed her goodbye after eliciting a promise from her not to remove her blindfold for three minutes.
The months long news cycle on June’s disappearance was lengthier than we expected, and every time I heard her name I thought back on the marvelous fucks, and got wistful — and hard.
Everyone was amazed, and perplexed, that June was not only unharmed but had a new, better, almost makeup-free look and that she had no psychological trauma whatsoever from her experience.
June’s public story, which I’m sure was the same one that she gave to the police and her family, was that she had been kidnapped by a group of men and women who were liberal activists. According to her story the activists were just making a statement against her conservative record and agenda, and that they were completely non-violent types who did her no harm and that she never felt like they would. She said that she could not identify anything about them since she was blindfolded the entire time.
Even though we didn’t think that she knew enough to have us traced, Justin and I were still very relieved by her story, especially since she had seen my face for a few seconds.
As another part of the story a fund to rescue June had been set up while she was missing. The fund had collected hundreds of thousands of dollars. June decided, with court approval, to pay her Iowa staffers using it, and then to donate the rest to missing persons charitable organizations.
About three months after we had released June I got a call from my parents. They had a letter from the Jepson Presidential campaign that had been sent to their house, which was the address that I used when I worked on the campaign. I drove over there the next day.
When I opened up the envelope there was a check covering all of the salary that I was entitled to for working on June’s campaign, but had never been paid, plus 5% interest. More exciting — and scary — was a hand written note:
“Hey, Dale, I get lonely in Washington, D. C., especially Wednesday and Thursday nights. Maybe you could visit me at XXXX Second St. SW. If you can make it sometime call me at xxx-xxx-5637 and leave a message that ‘Zan can make it,’ with the dates. Kisses, J.”
I instantly got hard and knew that I would be either walking to my demise or to heaven next Wednesday night.